#I didn't know whether to answer them seperately or not but

[leaawrites]

It's nice to have a friend

Percy Jackson x mortal fem!reader

Warnings: use of Y/n, mentions of almost dying, Percy's stupid at some points, friends to lovers

Summary: Percy can't let your hands freeze to death, only because he had to make you lose yours in the first place.

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Looking out the window Y/n saw the frozen water falling down from above. Their heritage, the clouds, were a dark color of white, however the snow didn’t make the scene dark, it made it comfortable. It gave her a type of warm hug, a feeling she couldn’t forget. A feeling she wanted to save for the warm summer days, the same as she saves the sun for rainy days, and the rain for when the flowers bloom.

The bell rang, signaling that the lesson, and the school day therefor, was over. Y/n sighned, she did want to walk through the streets covered in snow, but her hands would freeze to death in the meantime, since she lost her gloves a year before.

With her hands in the pockets of her coat and her gaze on the floor, watching the snow squish under her boots, while new one fell onto them, she concentrated on the music in her ears. Only looking up when she heard child’s laughter. On the other side of the sidewalk, 4 kids were having a snowball fight, laughing together when one gets hit by the snow. Y/n stopped, admiring the fun in their eyes.

“You wanna join them?” A voice beside her asked.Turning around, she saw her best friend, Percy.

She would still concider him her best friend, even when he started to ditch her every summer for some summer camp he couldn't tell her too much about. She liked the boy, she really did. But something about his behavior when she asked him about it didn't sit right with her. It was like he didn’t want her to know. Before this, Percy would've told her everything. No matter what, she used to always be the first to know. Whether it be about a new school he was sent to or someone that bullied him on that day. It was always her. Now it were his new friends.

She tried to tell herself that it was because Percy wanted to leave some of his old life behind whenever he went to summer camp. Like it were two seperate worlds. But she knew that Grover, another friend of Percy's, was also there.

"I can’t," she answered. "I lost my gloves last year, after you had to take me to one of those." She pointed to the kids, smilling at the memory of back then.

“Oh, yeah.” He remembered, laughing at the memory as well.

Both of them were prepared to make the other go down and suffer in the snow that day a year ago. It was a simple and nice idea, until Percy decided he had to help a duck on the lake. At that time he hadn’t had snow gloves himself, so he borrowed Y/n’s.

Long story short, the duck ended up almost drowning, together with Percy, but could rescue itself, while the gloves were sliding from Percy’s hands and fell into the freezing water. He hadn’t bought her new one’s, he insisted on doing so, but she refused to accept them when he got them for her. She didn’t want him to spent his money on her, so she said she would buy new one’s herself. Since it was technically her own fault for giving them to him, when she knew they wouldn’t end up on her own pair of hands anyway. However, she forgot until it was too late.

"You almost died that day, how can you laugh about it?" She asked the pale boy. With the white snow surrounding him he fit right into it.

"t was a fun day, you can’t deny it, can you?" He asked her, searching for the comformation he always craved from her. He wanted her to agree with him in everything, so that he knew that they were still balancing on the same thin line like before all the sudden changes in his life.

Spending time with her always kind of made him feel more at ease. She was his home. She was who he was so used to, he could tell her everything. Besides about camp and his now second life. It was too dangerous. So, he keot it to himself. Rather have her angry than dead, right?

"It was a fun day," she agreed, stuffing her hands further into her pockets from the cold temperatures.

"Have mine," Percy said, holding his gloves into her direction, after seeing her shaking body.

"No, thanks,” she said, continuing walking home. "I’m not even that cold."

But the chattering of her teeth betrayed her and Percy looked at her with a dumbfounded expression.

"Then have one at least," he tried to compromise, looking into her eyes with that certain look. Raising his eyebrows, Percy moved the glove more to her body, until she couldn’t refuse to take it anymore. Rolling her eyes in annoyance, she put the black glove over her freezing hand. Feeling the warm of his hand from before, made an slight blush creep up on her face. Which she played off from the cold.

"What is with the other, genuis?" she asked. She didn’t want a second glove but a conversation.

He only took her hand into his, beginning to walk again, not looking at her once. Her face grew even hotter and her body was filling with warmth as their bare freezing skin touched and exchanged body heat. Both were burning from the desire of this being more than a friendly encounter.

[f4iry-bell]

Grayson x reader argument angst/comfort

dates and bags

this was supposed to be in my current series but I've decided to stop it and so it's here!! idk if it'll come under comfort tho because it's just vvv little confort but YEAH!!!!!

It has been exactly a month since things started becoming a bit serious with Grayson and her. A month of pure contentment. But it didn't last long, it was like someone was praying for them to seperated because Grayson started being distant. Everyday phone calls became text messages, text messages became one word reply or being left on read. Weekly dates or just them going out together became rare. He barely answered her calls, he'd text her ‘im bust’ after ignoring her calls. At first she believed that he was actually busy with work, after all he had his own life. But how long can one stay busy? Probably Grayson Hawthorne but this time Grayson Hawthorne has a girlfriend or whatever they are right now. A serious commitment.

It took her three phone calls and use of imperative sentences to convince him to meet her at a cafe they used to meet. Neither of them spoke much once Grayson arrived at the cafe late. 

“So, how are you doing?” She asked him with a bland tone. 

“Fine” He replied with an aloof tone.

“Are you sure?” She asked with her eyebrows raised. 

“Yes.” 

“Then why have you been acting like an asshole to me all week?” She snapped.

Grayson was taken aback by her snapping. But he kept his cool. “No need of vulgar language to resolve whatever silly reason you're mad at me for” 

“Silly reason?” She scoffed.

“I don't think I have done anything for you to be this mad” He said.

“You've been distancing yourself from me and ghosting me for a week!” She tried hard not to yell.

“I told you, I have been busy. Plus, I do answer your texts.” 

“No, you don't. You say ‘ok’, ‘i'll text you later’, ‘i’m busy’. You don't answer me.” She cleared it for him.

“I thought you'd understand that I'm a busy man, I don't have time for you all day”

“But you did when we met! If not all day, you had time for me for at least an hour. Now you can't even spare me a minute” She breaks down, the anger now turning into hurt.

Instead of giving her a reason, a real reason. Grayson tried to leave. “Look, I don't have time for this. I'll talk to you later,”he said.

“Screw this. Don't bother. If you even bother enough to think about me.” She stood up, grabbing her bag and taking out a bill to pay. “I'm out of this. I'm done” 

“What do you mean?” He asked as he watched her move out of their table.

“You know what I mean.” With that the one romantic relationship that worked out well for Grayson ended.

_

She tried not to think about Grayson and how he used to treat her, she tried not to care at all so she wouldn't be hurt. But she failed every time. It has been exactly four days since she called it off and blocked his number, not that she was expecting him to call or text. At 1 in the morning someone knocked on her apartment door. She walked out of bed and started to think whether or not to answer the door, it's 1 am, who could it be? 

Sighing she opened the door just 3 inches to see who it was while holding a broomstick behind her. She was surprised and angry to see who it was. 

“Grayson?”

He smiled. “Hello, love” She can smell the alcohol in his breath.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, and she noticed he was still holding a flask. How much did he drink?

“I missed you” He looked at her how he used to.

“Well keep missing me, cause I'm not talking to you. Go back to your place” She said and was about to slam the door but stopped when he gagged like was going to puke. 

“Sorry about that. Anyways, you look so beautiful,” he commented with a cheeky smile. Her anger only grew.

“Did you drive here?” She asked and he nodded. “Are you stupid? Driving while you're this drunk?” She asked, followed by an annoyed scoff.

 She shook her head and asked him to book a cab and go back to his place again, when he tried to get closer to her he almost lost his balance.

“You're so frustrating.” She said and grabbed his arm to help him inside her apartment, she helped him to sit on the couch and went to grab a glass of water for him. When she came back he was drinking from the flask again, she snatched it from his hand and handed him the glass. “Drink this”

“Thank you” He drank it. “Shouldn't you be mad at me?” He asked. 

“I am.”

“Then why are you offering me water?”

“So you can sober up and leave”

“Wrong. Because you're nice,” he said. “Too nice. Too pretty, too adoring, too passing, too considerate” He kept going.

“All that and yet—” Grayson cut her off mid sentence by talking.

“I told my brothers about you” He said. “And what happened”

“What did they say?” She tried not to think that Grayson told his brothers because he thought he messed up.

“They called me an idiot” He smiled.

“You are”

“I know. They also said you deserve an explanation. I guess that's why I'm here” 

“Go on, explain”

“Like I said, you're just too good. Too good for me, I don't deserve you but I decided to be selfish when I asked you out. But I started to panic because I was getting attached to you, I thought this would just be a fling but it was becoming so much bigger. It wasn't supposed to be like that for me, I can't stay selfish for a very long time. If you know my family history you'd hate me.” He explained.

“You think you don't deserve me? Grayson, I'm not special. And that is no excuse to distance yourself from me. Do you know how much you've hurt me? And I don't care about your family history, I liked you for you. You as an individual.”

“You liked me? You don't like me now? I understand. It was a false hope for thinking you'd still like me, I did act like an asshole to you” He let out a fake chuckle.

She thought for a moment before speaking. “I still like you, you know. You can't dislike someone just like that, especially someone like you.” She said.

Grayson blinked “You do?”

She nods.

“Does that mean you'd be willing to forgive me? My brothers said I should at least try and ask you for another chance” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “First of all you didn't apologise yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For pushing you away because I hate myself and can't allow myself to have nice things” 

She sighs. “It's gonna take a lot more than a drunken apology.”

“So you'd be willing to try?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

She shrugged. “Now come on, let's get you to bed.” She said and took his hand, and laid him on her bed. “And don't you dare puke on my sheets” She warns.

He moved to the corner giving her some space, she climbed next to him and he wrapped his arms around her. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“It's fine.” She said, totally not bothered by his touch.

After five minutes of silence she spoke. “You know, you deserve to be loved. I don't why you think you don't, but you're a nice person, Grayson. And if you let me, I might fall in love with you”

“Thank you for saying that. Also, take back what you said earlier.” He said.

“What?”

“When you said you're not special. Because you are, to me.”

 She turned to his side. “Don't sweet talk me. You owe me multiple dates before I officially forgive you”

“Just dates?”

“And a bag, maybe.”

“Dates and bag it is then”

She smiled. “You're really good at pushing people. But this better be the last time. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am” 

[that1nkyone]

Hang on, I gotta talk about the Platypus for a sec

So it's a pretty well-known fact that once colonialists started invading Australia in the 1700s, they came across a lot of fauna that made them go "what the fuck is this." A lot of the default reaction for England back then was 'shoot it and take it back home,' or 'put aboard a ship and hope it's alive when we get there.'

But I wanna talk a little about the details of that, and how I'm a little cheesed off with the Naturalists of Old when they first saw a platypus.

For one, it was dead. And dismissed because there's no way that beak was real. Those cheeky colonists were definitely playing a prank and wasting their time.

And then a few more come in, this time preserved as well as they can be in spirits. And people start saying "okay, well... what is it? Is it a bird? The bill makes me think it's a bird." "These aren't feathers." "It swims? It's an amphibian, which is a Reptile, as we all know (they didn't think these guys Seperate until quite a bit later)." "This thing is also clearly amongst the Lower Beings of God's Creations (Creationism was still a big thing in scientific circles)."

Paper upon paper was written about this new creature, and suddenly nobody could agree on what to classify it as. Their ideas of the natural order started suddenly collapsing and being thrown into disarray.

Because of this little guy.

The Naturalist Science scene was going berserk halfway across the world because their fundamental understanding of nature was being turned on its head by this tiny mammal - who they were still trying to decide whether it was a mammal.

The English were having arguments with the French, but some were collaborating ideas based on what data they'd gained (some French and English naturalists met up in Australia during the war to share a drink and talk about Platypuses). Because this strange duck-billed creature surely had no place in the Chain of Being, their point of classification for species that they'd used for the past hundreds of years. And if it did, where the heck did it belong?

Did it lay eggs? How did it swim? What was the bill for? They didn't know the answer to any of these questions because all the specimens they got from Australia were Very Deceased, either being shot and put in spirits, or dried out. The poor platypus was being done in a lot for the sake of research.

And look, I know methods were Different back then, and it wasn't easy to transport live specimens or have the technology to preserve specimens over half the planet. With that said, I do want to point something out:

While this huge crisis is happening, in January 1812, a man named Patrick Hill gets the bright idea to like... ask the elder of the local Indigenous tribe about them (my source records him as Cookoogong, but not all sources about First Nations from early colonial texts are accurate.)

And Cookoogong's like "Oh, these guys? Yeah, so, they do lay eggs. They have long, deep burrows. We know how to get to them. There's a spur at the back of their feet. We don't really eat them for food. We call it the mullingong.*"(also malangong, depending on what tribe/dialect) Cool. Mystery solved.

Except:

It took over seventy years for this information to become accepted as scientific fact.

Not just because of the inherent biases of the Colonials being backwater people and prisoners in a funny little land far away, not just out of a need to get more data before confirmation, but because almost nobody in Europe took the word of the native population in Australia.

And in between that 72 year gap between 1812 and 1884, there were so many instances of the First Nations people giving vital and essential pieces of information on correctly identifying the features and habits of this land mammal as European Scientists had a massive meltdown and argument over whether an animal they'd Never Seen Alive gave milk or not.

Hell, Charles Darwin made the trip to Australia, and was inspired by animals like the Platypus to start questioning whether all life was truly static and didn't transition or adapt to changing circumstances.

The platypus made Charles Darwin start questioning his beliefs in Creationism, and going on to begin his steps towards the theory of evolution.

And then there's Harry Burrell, who had the bright idea of like, not killing specimens every time someone wanted to see it up close. He was one of the first recorded people to try and keep platypuses in captivity, and thoroughly learn their preferred lifestyle, diet and breeding habits from careful observation. He would learn how to make platypuses Comfortable, and how to transport them safely.

His protege, David Fleay (pictured below), would go on to ensure the first successfully bred platypus in captivity - 'Corrie' (born to parents Jack and Jill).

what I'm saying is, the story of trying to Classify the Platypus ends in "Nature is just fucking weird, we're going to try understanding it as best we can, and maybe we should ask and respect the opinions of the people who have lived alongside something we don't understand for thousands of years."

The platypus is literally referred to by Mervyn Griffiths, an authority on monotremes, "The animal of all time."

Anyway, in summary: - Colonialism fucking sucks and Sovereignty was never ceded.

- The Platypus is an Amazing Creature and sorta Toppled Creationism in the scientific community??

[ganondoodle]

Hi Doodle! I just wanted to say that I love your art and that it's so nice to know there's more people who were as confused and infuriated by how TotK turned out. My brain has unanimously decided to adopt most of your TotK Rewrite into my headcanons for game and manifest them into reality lol. I was just reading your post about your ability wheels ideas (awesome btw) and how you were unsure about what power Link would get from the Yiga and it made me wonder if you knew about the Yiga Clan side quests. If you collect all pieces of the Yiga set, they let you into the hideout where you can take a Blademaster exam and get the Earthwake ability. I was just curious to whether you actually knew about it or if you just didn't like that particular power, hope I didn't spoil it for you

Thank you and Thank you!!!! im still so glad that my rants seem to be more validating for people who feel the same rather than plain annoying xD

as of now im pretty sure i want to use the clone ability to be the one you get from Koga as it would be something more unique to him, references my HC of him having been a monk as old as Miz Kyoshia, and replaces the distraction and support in combat that youd lack since i removed the sage ghost buddies constantly being around you :D

the yiga stuff was literally my biggest motivator to keep playing bc i love them so much, i spent the majority of my playtime running around in the yiga set xD which is also why i never realized until way into the game that i wasnt a genius at sneaking around them nor that they are just so dumb they wont spot you ever but bc i had been wearing the set the entire time in the underground; the underground was one of the few things i pretty much 100%ed, excluding some annoying bossfights

i do know of the earthscroll and tried to use it alot but its but its got a very limited usefullnes due to the way its controlled and you having to unequip your weapon, which made me sad bc it was so cool to be able to interact with the yiga like that, its one of the few shiny good parts of totk imo, tho i think it was a huge missed opportunity to keep them as seperated from the main story still, they have so much lore and story potential you could have used or expanded upon :(

in my rewrite i had considered making your yiga ability related to it but it didnt quite work, partly bc they otherwise didnt seem connected to that element at all and shadow seemed like a better fit, so i assigned the earth magic more to ganondorf actually, due to him causing those massive earthquakes and having, somewhat literally, spread his roots into every part of hyrules underground, it connects well to the way i rewrote the memory system and ganondorfs bossfight too :3

i hope that answers your question!

[l-in-the-light]

New masterpost!

Welcome to my completely normal, not-Law obssessed tumblr! Oh who am I kidding, you're probably peeking here also for more Law, in that case, enjoy!

I usually write One Piece meta, because this is what I enjoy doing the most. So far I have these blasphemies yappings to offer (I keep this list mostly for myself, but it lists all of my analysis posts, answered asks and useful tags to navigate easier towards interesting topics):

Trafalgar Law and his fear of touch and closeness (analysis):

A very scrutinizing look at Law's traumas as a result of his childhood. Seems he has some triggers that kick him into PTSD reactions, especially relating touch:

Law's fear of being touched and touching others - I reccommend starting from this one, this is part 1

Law's closeness with Luffy

Law's closeness with Doflamingo's Family

Law's rare friendships (Kinemon, Heart Pirates, Wolf) - I recommend reading part 2 before reading this one, or right after. They're kinda complementing each other.

Law's reasons of avoiding closeness and friendships (a theory) - only read it after all the previous ones. It involves quite a bit of speculation that might spoiler you future manga developments. I might be wrong with my predictions, but feel warned!

The most embarrassing series of posts about Lawlu you will ever read:

The fish (scrutinizing analysis and interpretation of every Law and Luffy's interaction in the manga, I will prove my point that they're absolutely embarrassing in how much they like each other, you're free to interpret it as romantic or not):

Punk Hazard part 1 / Punk Hazard part 2 / Punk Hazard part 3 / Post-Punk Hazard part 4 / Dressrosa part 5 / Dressrosa part 6 / Dressrosa part 7 / Dressrosa part 8 / Dressrosa part 9 / Zou part 10 / Zou part 11 / Whole Cake Island part 12 / Wano part 13 / Bonus part - Law staring at Luffy

The fishing rod: (the tool theory allowing you to go and fish the treasure by yourself. And do go and fish, because I want to read even more embarrassing posts about Lawlu and other ships!)

About pirates and their treasure (a theory) - everything related to the theory is located in this tag: Love is a hurricane.

(more under cut!)

More character studies about Tragalgar Law:

About Law's rumoured bad manners and rudeness

Luffy and Law's similarities in expressions, behaviour and beliefs

Law didn't know about kids in Punk Hazard

Law's weakness for cute things explained (includes many examples and reasons for this softspot of his)

Law's poor self-esteem (with evidence!) and a bonus: Does Law think of himself as handsome or sexy?

Analysis of Law's quote "pirates doing good things repulse me" (fair warning, it's a long one, I delved deep into his psychology here, because I think it's fun)

Trafalgar Law and his surprising fondness of animals (mini-analysis)

Did Law drink this sake or not?!

Why is Law complaining about being ordered around in Wano? (very scrutinizing analysis of his dynamics with Kid and Luffy, and also small acknowledgment of Doflamingo's influence on Law)

Analysis of Corazon and Law's relationship (answers the question of why and whether Law is more dedicated to Cora-san than to Heart Pirates)

Why is Law so grumpy in Wano, can't he relax for a moment?! (short answer: he can't, he carries the whole raid on his back)

Would Law join the Revolutionary Army? (analysis of Revolutionary Army and how Dragon manages it, comparison between Law's and Dragon's possible goals and way of doing things. Since we don't know much about RA this counts as partial theory)

How would Law celebrate his birthday? (this kinda turned into meta fanfiction, enjoy, haha)

Analysis of Law's relationship with his Heart Pirates (100% Hearts appreciation post, I collected most scenes with them together ❤)

Analysis about other One Piece characters and relationships:

A funny tale (a short retelling of Shanks and Buggy going seperate ways in Logue Town from Shanks POV) - just for fun and feels tbh.

Analysis of Shanks and Buggy's talk about their future from chapter 19

Analysis of Katakuri and Luffy's similarities: part 1 (Luffy vs Katakuri and how they're reflections of each other) / part 2 (includes analysis of relationship between Katakuri and Brulee) / bonus thoughts

My various One Piece theories:

About the Red Line and the All Blue

About pirates and their treasures (probably not what you're expecting)

About Law's future development after Wano (warning for potential spoilers, in case I got it right)

13 Strawhats theory (just sharing hints)

About significance of Inherited Will (based on Japanese concepts of On and Giri)

Theory about future of Stussy after Egghead

Could Corazon be possibly alive? (this probably counts as a crazy theory, but there are some sus hints scattered around in the story and I shared some in this series of reblogs)

Link to my list of One Piece tags

My fanfiction:

Misadventures of Law with the Strawhats (slice of life, slight Lawlu but it's a "blink and you will miss it" category really)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (the final part)

Feel free to send me asks! ✨

If anyone wants to send me an ask, be it about some serious topic to analyze or something just for fun, please don't hold back! I promise I will do my best to answer thoroughly (it might take a few days tho or even weeks, if I get a lot of asks at once, but I will definitely answer every single one of them!). I reserve myself the right to not answer asks that are rude ofc.

You might want to check the my asks tag and Trafalgar Law's love life tag as well, because I might have answered the thing you want to ask about already (or simply peek there to get inspired what to ask me next :D).

[bluegekk0]

hi I have a couple questions about the au. you can screenshot and answer seperately if a singular response would be too long lol

firstly, when and how did Vyrm realize his feelings for Grimm? I've kinda read betwern the lines that it happened pre-hibernation but I don't think you've ever elaborated on that

also when did he realize what Grimm's original intentions on their first meetings were? like as in how many years did it take Vyrm to figure that out? I need it cause I want to make one of those guys not realizing they are being flirted with memes

does Vyrm know of Grimm's and WL's past?

what did WL think of Grimm coming to the palace to visit Vyrm?

Hi! If it turns out too long I'll just put it under the divider, so no worry about that!

1 and 2 - There was a period of about 15 years between WL and Vyrm's separation and his hibernation, and during that time was when he eventually realized that what he felt for Grimm was love. Or rather, he finally found the most suitable word for how he felt around him - the two have been friends for decades at that point, and every time Grimm visited, Vyrm felt the most at ease and the happiest. He simply didn't figure out it was love because, well, he spent most of that time in a relationship that was supposed to be that of love and affection, but as we know, it was far from that. The problem was that he had no experience with love beforehand - ever since he was born, his idea of love was making the other happy even at the cost of his own happiness, and not expecting affection back. A constant race to avoid disappointing the other, with little to no reward in return. That's what his relationship with his mother was, and then later with WL.

So faced with someone who showed him that affection regardless of whether Vyrm even tried to make them happy was strange, confusing. It went completely against his idea of what love was, so it's not surprising that he struggled to realize that that's exactly what it was, that Grimm loved him, and that he loved Grimm. There's also the fact that he avoided thinking too much about his feelings towards others, since he wanted to remain faithful to WL, so he brushed off any suggestion that he felt something other than friendship towards Grimm. At that point he was still oblivious to it, convinced that there wasn't anything wrong with his marriage. Not to mention, while he had no problem with other bugs being in same-sex relationship, he never saw himself in that scenario. I mention it on his work in progress info page, but I see him as demi gay, so until he developed a close bond with Grimm, it was almost as if he felt no attraction to anyone whatsoever (even if he thought he did with WL, but again, no experience and a skewed idea of love came into play).

After WL left the palace, it left him in a confused state. Firstly, he was finally made aware that he was treated horribly and needed a lot of time to even process that. It was very difficult to come to terms with it, and it made him question everything. He needed a lot of time to process his thoughts before he even considered being in a relationship again, which happened years after the divorce. That's when he slowly started seeing Grimm in a new light. Not burdened by marriage and his irrational sense of guilt about the divorce, he slowly stopped rejecting the thoughts that came in waves every time he Grimm came to his mind. Granted, this all took a long, long time, he was very slow at figuring out his feelings, and Grimm's decision to give him distance to do so meant that their relationship didn't really progress that much, at least on the surface. What didn't help, was that Grimm was still simply visiting the palace, he wasn't a permanent presence in it, so Vyrm was left with his own feelings for the majority of time, with limited opportunity to do any significant progress. Sure, Grimm's visits became more frequent, but he would only stay in the palace for a few days before leaving again.

In the time before Grimm's visits, Vyrm tried reading some romance fiction he found in the libraries, in order to, for a lack of a better word, educate himself on love and romance. It opened his eyes to many things he never considered before, and as a result, he once again started looking at Grimm from a different perspective. What he once saw as friendly gestures, now gained a romantic or even suggestive undertone, and he would begin blushing in response to physical contact afterwards. To Grimm, that was a sign that Vyrm was slowly opening up to the idea of a relationship, but once again, he decided not to push it too much and let Vyrm figure things out at his own pace.

And with the new realizations, also came desire. He began noticing things about Grimm he didn't pay attention to before. His intense gaze that made Vyrm lose his train of thoughts, the shine on his torso that reflected the light of the palace, his neatly trimmed fur, especially around his abdomen and tail, the area Vyrm caught himself glancing at more and often, and so on. He didn't reject the thoughts that followed, though for a while he found them inappropriate, and that needed its own time to process. But more and more often, he started to feel that he needs him, and that yearning slowly began manifesting itself every time he thought about him. It's also when he finally realized what Grimm's intentions were all those years back. To answer that part of your question, I don't know how many years exactly, but they had known each other for decades at the point he put two and two together, so it definitely took him a long while.

It did make him question for a little bit whether Grimm only ever wanted to bed him, but those thoughts quickly went away the moment he remembered all those things Grimm did for him, the sight of his joyful interactions with Hornet, and all those moments Grimm was simply by his side whenever he needed him. No one's ever done that for him, no one showed him this much care, so why would he ever accuse Grimm of ill intent?

It all came to him slowly, but with each time Grimm visited, he became more and more convinced that he was in love. The problem was, he had no idea how to bring it up, and that delayed any possible confession further and further, until eventually the hibernation interrupted it before he was finally able to gain the confidence to tell Grimm.

3 - He is aware of it, yes. Grimm shared it at some point after they reunited, which I imagine came up when they were discussing Vyrm's previous relationship. It came as a bit of a surprise to Vyrm since WL herself never mentioned it, though he didn't think too much about it once he learned it was nothing but a casual fling. It was just a thing that happened in the past, but at least they had another thing in common.

4 - She wasn't exactly thrilled about it. Of course, since she knew Grimm and was aware of his promiscuous nature, she had some suspicions about his intentions towards her husband. She questioned Vyrm about the nature of his interactions with the troupe master, and he truthfully told her that they were simply discussing work and similar matters. She spent some time watching them from a distance, often sending some of her servants to spy on them, and they all confirmed Vyrm's words.

And they were true, again, at that point he and Grimm were just friends, and most of their interactions consisted of discussing Vyrm's workshop matters, the kingdom, Grimm's performances and so on. As I mentioned before, Grimm didn't push his feelings onto Vyrm, and simply enjoyed the platonic bond as a change of pace from his usual relationships. So WL really had no reason to suspect anything - even if Grimm occasionally flirted with Vyrm, it wasn't much different to how he talked to basically anyone else, and there was no response on Vyrm's part until after he separated with WL. So having received her confirmation that there was nothing going on between them, she decided to stop investigating and focus on kingdom matters instead. The infection came soon after, so she had more important things to worry about.

After the problem was (seemingly) solved, she was already aware of the distance created between her and Vyrm, arguments about their feelings on the vessel plan became common, so she wasn't even shocked at the suggestion of separating. Afterwards, she had some suspicion that perhaps Grimm played a part in it, but despite what she wanted others to believe, the guilt about her part in the vessel plan was still building up inside her. So when Vyrm mentioned that he was unhappy in their marriage for years, she was far more willing to self-reflect than look for someone else to blame. She came to the conclusion that even if Grimm had something to do with Vyrm's words, it was ultimately for the better. Despite how poorly she treated him, she did so unknowingly, Vyrm was surprisingly good at masking his pain, and she's always had issues with empathy. She did claim to love him, and she did, but just like Vyrm, she ended up realizing that her idea of love was wrong. So the separation was a wake-up call, and for that reason she ultimately can't hold a grudge towards Grimm, even if she often finds him insufferable.

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I realize I went a bit off topic with the last one, but I thought the yapping wouldn't be complete without exploring WL's character a little bit more in the process. I admit that she's a character I probably struggle with the most when it comes to personality, I still feel like there are inconsistencies in the way I write her. She's not a good person, but I don't see her as evil. To me, she's a fairly complex character, and I think pairing her mean aura with a very toxic idea of love is quite interesting. I view her as a distant plant-like creature, that fell in love, but wasn't built to do it properly. What love is to her, seems more like possessiveness to us. When she scolded Vyrm for acting in an improper manner, she did so with good intentions, at least in her mind. And I think this aspect of her is very engaging to think about, I just hope that it makes at least some sense to everyone else.

[the-cryptographer]

Thinking about various discussions about how Fenris perceives magic as a quality in his partner wrt mage Hawke or Anders and whether or not it's something he can appreciate about them and... think rather than a yes-no answer he's just always going to be of two minds about it?

Like I don't think he's ever going to concede that the world wouldn't be a safer, more egalitarian, less-prone-to-abuse-of-power place if magic didn't exist, or if all the mages and non-mages of the world were quarentined seperately (isolationist fraternity ftw) - because he's absolutely right and shouldn't concede that and the world /would/ be a better place on those metrics. Just if he could snap his fingers and make that the reality (something that's never going to happen since it's impossible to begin with) I think he'd do it, but do I think he'd be happy about it?

Does Fenris actually want to live in a world without panacea aura to heal him, or without apostate fugitives willing to help protect his criminal fugitive ass, or without pushy entitled humans like Hawke and Bela forcing him out of his comfort zone to sexually gratify him? Because I think everything in the game pretty explicitly points to the answer being 'no'. (And, perhaps more importantly, I think Fenris knows it too.)

[lostcauses-noregrets]

I know new AoT stuff wasn't going to be anything but still an artbook wasn't what I expected. I know it was never going to be about the Ackermans but I swear Isayama should do something about them one day because they are "weakest point" storytelling-wise in AoT. Kenny Levi and Mikasa are all my favorites but also they don't make sense and always feel like something Isayama only invented to explain how they are so OP in a more grounded story where ordinary people without Titan powers are just that, ordinary people. That ask you answered recently for example. They are just... It makes zero sense. Fandom, especially Eruri fans, did so much more justice to this side of AoT compared to Isayama. Because in no world it makes sense that they just discover 2 of their soldiers are literally super soldiers and there can be more out there when they are literally threatened by intelligent titans and a mostly unknown enemy. Don't get me wrong, I love that Yams kept it mysterious which gave the fans creative freedom when it comes to Ackerman stuff. Eruri fans are so creative with it. But he still acts like Ackermans exist in their own little world. No one reacts to them, no one is interested in them unless the story has to remind us they are special (again that ask you answered about ackermans being immune). You telling me Paradis, in desperation under the threat of outside world and their intelligent titans, didn't search for possibly more Ackermans? Erwin who loves things like that never questioned Levi or Mikasa? Hange, who is a science freak and loves titan science in the first place, begged Levi or Mikasa to give them their blood sample or anything? No one tried to weaponize them? Ackermans make no sense because it feels like their story is a side story, a side quest and completely seperated from the main storyline, not because they are a mystery. THEY MAKE NO SENSE ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY

I got this ask last weekend and we've had a lot more information about Shingeki FLY since then. We now know it's going to be a 200 page art book, a "top secret final draft", and "Attack on Titan Vol. 35 which contains the newly drawn manga Bad Boy". There's been a lot of speculation about who Bad Boy refers to with many fans holding out hope that the new manga or side story will be about Levi. (Though I did laugh at the person on twitter who said it might be about Armin and Annie.). So you never know Anon, you might get your Ackerman lore yet!

Much as I would love to know more about the Ackermans, I'm not sure I agree that they're the "weakest point" storytelling-wise". I think there are much more annoying plot weaknesses, particularly whatever the hell is going on with Historia! Personally I can live with the layers of ambiguity surrounding the Ackermans, particularly because they've proved such fertile ground for fic writers, as you rightly said.

The thing about the Ackermans is that, given the king's attempts to wipe them out, it's not clear whether anyone on Paradis knew anything about them. Erwin wanted Levi for the Survey Corps as soon as he saw his strength and skill, but when he recruited Levi, he had no idea he was Ackerman, or what that meant. Levi himself only discovered he was an Ackerman at the end of the Uprising Arc. We don't know from canon whether Levi revealed his lineage to Erwin, but I'm quite sure he did. He certainly doesn't seem to have been reticent about talking about his relationship with Kenny to Mikasa and Hanji in the cart, and with Nifa on the rooftop.

But even if Erwin did know by the end of the Uprising that the Ackermans were a clan of supers soldiers, as you put it, he didn't really have a chance to exploit that information; sadly he was killed barely a couple of months later. Hanji does appear to have some knowledge of the Ackermans later in the story, but again, by that stage they were all fighting for their lives so they weren't exactly in a position to go hunting for more Ackermans to support the Alliance.

Anyway, I can understand your frustration about the lack of information about the Ackermans, and I really would love to know more about them too. However, over the years, I've made my peace with the fact that they are likely to remain a mystery.

[jimbo-thy]

I am aware that arguing with strangers on Youtube is not the most productive use of my time, but I did actually yap for a long time so I want to archive my opinions here. Maybe I'll do more.

Long, single-sided, and semi pointless argument underneath the break.

If all you (OP) want is answers, then I have them for you from the perspective of a writer and an indie pen-and-paper game designer myself. I'll go ahead and warn you that this is going to be a semi-long read, but I want to be thorough.

tl;dr, You're overreacting to something that is actually really common in creative writing. Just because it wasn't meant for the public does not mean it shouldn't have been written.

1. "If it's non canon, why make it?" When you're working on something, especially something as long-term as a video game, you're going through multiple creative phases. These phases become more complex with every extra person working on the project. A proper creative KNOWS that at least 80% of their material will be cut from the final product.

2. "if its clearly too graphic for the target audience, why make it?" If I was making some children's fantasy media, and I wanted to retell the story of Castor and Pollux from greek mythology, I might make a mock-up detailing the how their mother (Leda) met their father (Zeus). Obviously, the Zeus Goose story is too graphic for children, but I need some filler and I can worry about censoring it later for the final release. It's a rough draft, so I don't need to waste brainpower on worrying about the target audience.

3. "If its was only used as an inside story... and wasnt made for the audience why make it?" This is a flawed assessment of creative design. This question assumes that artists only make content that will be released to the public. This is not true. Long-term projects like video games have hundreds of drafts that will never see the light of day.

To counter your "simple answer," most companies keep EVERYTHING in their vaults and databases, especially paranoid and overprotective companies like Nintendo/Game Freak. The reason leaks like this have so much content is because corporations want to keep records of everything so that if a rogue employee wanted to take a scrapped concept and claim it as their own, the corporation is able to legally prove that the employee committed plagiarism. It may seem frivolous to protect a concept that was too graphic for children, but imagine if a rogue employee took the story and put it in their own indie game that's meant for adults. If Game Freak didn't hold on to the record, then they would have no way to prove that this was plagiarism. It's an extreme hypothetical, but not one that's impossible.

Also, it's not like Game Freak can decide which of their databases gets hacked or not. Putting it "on a seperate server" does not make it more safe from prying eyes. Printing it out and deleting the original digital files would also be a huge waste of space, paper, and ink.

Moving on to your next point, only having a single author does not disprove that the stories were automated. Going back to my Zeus Goose example, if I was using that story as a rough draft, I would copy a wiki summary and replace all mentions of Leda and Zeus with whatever stand-in characters I needed. This is the mass-production method that [ANOTHER USER] was suggesting they used, although I don't know enough about Edo folktales to confirm if there is a real-life story match.

P.S. For what it's worth, it's been a few days since [OP] posted their reply, so I don't know if they'll even actually read this, but it needs to be said. I've heard the Typhlosion story is mistranslated and in reality is more of a "Beauty and the Beast" kind of tale. However, I don't really care, since this post isn't about whether or not the Typhlosion story is appropriate for a children's video game (it's not). This post is about how rough drafts are not beholden to the same kind of scrutiny as finished products.

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[truehauntings]

Wait, what happened in your kitchen in march 2009?

Ok, buckle up, because this is one of my favorite own anecdotes my ghost-obsessed self likes to tell.

Short backstory: On March the 19th 2009 my grandpa, who has been living in the same house but spent his last months in a nursing home because of dementia, died.

Like one or two nights later I was laying in bed, I couldn't really sleep and suddenly I saw this humanoid shaped figure gliding through the kitchen. It was like a shadow but instead of darker than the environment it was brighter, it had this grey-ish color, but otherwise no features. I was quite spooked out about this full bodied apparition, called to my parents after a while of trying my best not to make a sound. My parents didn't really answer and I didn't want to wake them further. This topic did not came up afterwards, especially since I was a 12 year old who was not supposed to believe in ghosts anymore.

During the next years (until the 1st of October 2020 that is) I did not know whether it was just my imagination, sleep paralysis or something similar. On the 1st of October 2020, 11 years after the incident, my parents watched a talkshow, I was eating breakfast, and the topic of ghosts came up in the tv. My mom suddenly said to my father: "Oh, I don't really believe in this. Except this one time, shortly after your father died when something came through our kitchen."

Excuse me

For a short overview, this is how our flat looked like (sorry, I spontanously painted this sketch in my notes app on my phone):

Since both my mom and me saw the ghost(?) independently of each other, something must have been in there. But.... if it was something from outside, none of these windows would make any sense, right? Especially with a) the figure going right smack through the middle of the kitchen (isn't light supposed to go until an obstruction, in this case, walls?) and b) it did not change its shape or size, even passing the "indent" (this was the wall seperating the living room and the kitchen by the kitchen cabinets) and our kitchen table.

Could have been something from inside the house then? But what could have caused this? Except a ghost. Only saw this one time and we have lived there from December 2001 until March 2017.

To be fair, I am not an expert in any rare phenomenons that might occur and are very much not supernatural so I do like to hear about any possible explanations!

[temporalbystander]

Going through One Piece reactions on YouTube and oh boy are people way too blinded by emotion. So, since I refuse to write an essay in the comment section. You get to deal with it.

Under the cut my little thesis/rant on the way people view Garp during the Marineford arc.

First the set up. Monkey D Luffy is on his way to Marineford to save his sworn brother Portgas D Ace from execution. Also there, and sitting on the sidelines for the majority of the arc, is Luffy's grandfather Garp, also know as Garp the first, one of the Marine's top brass.

Now Garp, despite swearing to protect Ace from the insane people rounding up all the pregnant women Ace's father may have bed (one of the many things the World Government does that makes you question whether they're a cult or not but that's a seperate topic), does pretty much nothing through this entire arc and some people aren't too happy about that.

Big Question One. Why didn't Garp do something to help Ace?

Simple Answer. Why would he?

Yeah, as cruel as it sounds, and as batshit crazy some members of the world government may be, Ace is a pirate. Sure you can say he's one of the good ones but he's still a criminal. Hell just look at some of the filler in Alabasta where he torches several ships with one attack. Look at Shanks or Whitebeard, two emperors who sit at the top of the pirate world in terms of strength and are definitely nicer than the other two but still has a crew more than willing to murder. Yes, the Warlord system is fucked, corruption is rampant and calling the Celestial Dragons gods is very cultish but in the world of One Piece? The straw hats are probably the only pirate crew whose members had a death count before becoming pirates. After? Nobody dead by their hands.

Simply put, even though the public execution is basically just an attempt to put an end to the "pirate era" Gold Roger started. Ace does kind of deserve to be there. Garp tried to mould them into marines so they wouldn't face this problem but that clearly didn't work. Once Ace and Luffy made that choice, and continued to make it, they chose to have the World Government and Garp as enemies. Thinking anything else would happen is simply being naive. Garp has had years to accept that, as has Ace.

Follow up question. Why was Garp there then?

Simple Answer. To be with his grandson in his final moments.

Hell, according to Sengoku, Garp was not supposed to be up on the execution platform, he was only there because it was all he could do and nobody is dumb enough to try and stop him. He didn't get involved until Luffy was running up the improvised path to the platform and even when Ace escaped he didn't chase them down. He rode the line between grandfather and Marine as well as he possibly could have. In fact, had the world government not found out who Ace's father was, and had Ace not joined a crew as big on loyalty as Whitebeard's? It would have been quick, painless and (hopefully) somber. It only becomes a true nightmare once the cavalry arrives and the Marines put their plan into place which, while the fact they don't want it televised shows that they are aware how fucked up it is, is nevertheless affective when operating under the belief of how dangerous pirates are.

Big Question Two. Then why was he so upset when Ace died?

Simple Answer. Because Ace just died... Duh.

Okay obviously that's not all there is to it, in fact the comments surrounding this point are the reason why this little rant needed to be made, but it is a part of the reason and the quickest to explain so that's why I picked it. But before I get into all that, let's set the scene. Luffy made it to Ace, the sea prism shackles are undone and the two are fighting together as they try and get the hell out of there, while contending with Admiral Akainu, the human Volcano and the reason why pirates were boiling alive and why Whitebeard has two giant holes in his torso. Dude is scary.

Ace and Akainu clash once and that's all you need to know that Ace is outmatched. Now, I've seen complaints about why Akainu was able to kill Ace despite Ace being a Logia and I'm sorry but those people are idiots. Dude is clearly using Haki which allows Logia, or certain Paramecia like Luffy, to be hurt by attacks that would normally do nothing. Anyway, they fight, they run, Ace dies and Garp is about ready to go after Akainu when Sengoku stops him.

So. Why was Garp so upset at Akainu? Now, I've seen so many different comments describing different thought processes and they all make me face palm. The easiest to dismiss is those that think he was overcome by grief which, yeah is true, and probably why he was able to be stopped so easily despite all the hype about his strength, is nowhere near the full right answer.

Some said it's because an execution and what Akainu did are two seperate things. That what Akainu did was murder or some such. Clear bs in my mind. It's war at this point death is inevitable and will be brutal. Side note, Akainu melts a marine deserter prior to this, plus the whole boiling people alive, and I saw some comments defending the dude. About how his actions made sense under the circumstance. Needless to say, those people scare me.

And of course there are those people who just rant at Garp, saying that he should have done something prior to Ace dying if he was going to do anything at all. And it's to those people I write this and say "grow up and stop being such a crybaby." Which I say out of love because I'm certain these people are just too overcome with their own emotions that they don't remember anything about Ace's death other than the fact he died. Why does this piss me off enough to write an essay? Because it not only belittles Ace's final moments but minimises how truly twisted Akainu is.

So then, why did Garp react the way he did? While grief is a part of it it doesn't explain why he was so set on going after Akainu. The reason for that is simple. Ace wasn't the target of the attack that killed him. Now I'm sure those who have actually read this far are already aware of that fact but I feel it needs reiterating. Ace could have lived, I mean sure he loves Luffy as much as Luffy loves him so there's no way he would have let him die but the possibility was there. Akainu, as well as every other marine nearby, should have only had one mission at that point. Stop Ace from escaping, yet Akainu went after Luffy. He was so blinded by his own anger that he completely neglected his duty for his own satisfaction.

That's why Garp was pissed. Not only did Akainu kill his grandson but it was during an attack on his other grandson made out of anger. The moment Akainu focused on Luffy is the moment Ace's death went from sanctioned execution, or casualty of war, to collateral damage in a personal vendetta. Given how much infighting we've seen among marines it's no wonder Garp reacted like he did. He definitely seems the type.

Of course this is just my own take on this and I may be wrong but I think it makes a whole lot more sense than the other comments who only seem to remember the death part and not the why of the scene... And if you don't believe me about the neglect of duty let me remind you that Luffy managed to get away from Akainu, while still holding on to Ace's body, and even managed to have the time to beg Ivankov to heal his brother. Markov and Jimbei showed up right after Ace's final words to get Luffy out of there. Had Akainu tried to kill any other pirate? Ace would have escaped, Whitebeard might have survived (unsure just how good a doctor Markov is or if he can use his Phoenix powers to regenerate someone else's injuries) and Akainu would have been fired. Well demoted at least, with Garp there laughing because he loved the kid and he was able to focus on his duty better than Akainu was.

At the end of the day, the World Government lucked out. Had pirates actually been the heartless scum they paint them as, or had Ace been the monster they said he was just because of who his father was? Their plan would have failed big time.

[gobboguy]

**Chapter 25: Trepidation and Confessions**

The courtyard, once bustling with celebration, now seemed to exist in a world of its own—a space where time stood still, and emotions hung heavy in the air. Alden's was frozen in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief at Elara's unexpected confession.

His voice barely above a whisper, he asked, "How long, Elara? How long have you felt this way?" The words hung in the air, heavy with a mix of confusion and trepidation.

Elara met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a tumultuous sea of emotions. "I didn't realize the depth of my feelings until you were gone," she confessed, her voice equally soft. "Our time apart made me see that what I felt for you was more than friendship, more than camaraderie."

Alden's brow furrowed with confusion and a hint of hurt. "But why didn't you say anything before? When we were together? Before we were seperated more than a year ago?"

She sighed, her eyes filled with regret. "I was unsure," she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I was afraid of ruining what we had, of losing our friendship. And then, when we were separated, I had time to reflect, to understand my own heart."

Silence settled between them, the weight of Elara's confession hanging heavy in the air. The question that lingered, unspoken yet palpable, was whether Alden felt the same way. The fear of rejection, of shattering the delicate balance they had found in their friendship, kept her eyes wide with trepidation, waiting for his response.

The air hung heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Elara's eyes, brimming with hope and fear, searched Alden's face for an answer that could either mend or shatter her heart.

"Do you... did you feel the same?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, her vulnerability laid bare before him.

Alden hesitated, doubt etched into the lines of his face. "Yes," he confessed, his voice barely audible. "But Elara, I'm married now, and not just to anyone. I am a prince, and there are duties I must fulfill. Besides, you're a goblin, and I'm a human. Couplings between our species are forbidden," he explained, his words tinged with bitterness as he realized that he was just making excuses. He wanted desperately to run to her and catch her dimunitve form in his arms but stopped himself. Honor demanded that he stay true to Eleanor.

Elara's eyes welled with tears, the pain of his words cutting through her like a blade. "I would never tear you away from your duty, Alden," she said, her voice cracking with sorrow. "I wouldn't steal you from Eleanor. I just need to know... do you love me?"

A long, heavy pause filled the air, the silence pregnant with the weight of Alden's internal struggle. Finally, he uttered the word that held both their hearts captive. "Yes," he admitted, his voice heavy with a mixture of resignation and longing. "But I have responsibilities. I must do what the kingdom needs."

Elara's tears fell freely now, her heart breaking with the bittersweet knowledge of their impossible love. Alden, seeing her pain, raised his staff, and with a soft tap on the ground, summoned a green tulip. Its delicate petals transformed into crystalline perfection, capturing the moonlight in a mesmerizing dance of colors.

He plucked the green crystal tulip, its form fragile yet resilient, and held it out to her. "Take this," he said gently, his eyes filled with a profound sadness. "Let it be a symbol of what we once shared. A reminder of the love that was stolen before we had a chance to explore it."

Elara accepted the glass-like tulip, her fingers trembling as they traced its contours. She thanked him, her voice choked with emotion, and without another word, she turned and ran off into the night, carrying with her the memory of a love that had blossomed in the shadows but could never stand in the light of their respective duties and the boundaries imposed by their worlds

[maiuoart]

Massive DragaSwap Asks!

Heya, Folks! Got a massive information dump for the wonderful DragaSwaps! 

@rofa1309​ Ohboy! This is actually my favorite, because Azure actually sleeps hilariously and adorably!! 

Azure sleeps like a literal egg; Meaning he curls up, arms under his head, hands cradling his skull slightly, while his wings completely cover and wrap around him while his tail’s magic goes out, leaving him with his boney tail nub! 

Though it would be a hell of a lot easier if Azzie would just... Y’know, move his horns like his brother?? Like, keep them back or position them some DIFFERENT way?? He prefers to never move them, but that’s alright... He seriously loves curling up and being literally compacted. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had him in your home, you’re trying to look for him; And here you haven’t found him ALL DAY... But you open a closet door, and here you just see something that shouldn’t be there... Low and behold, it’s fucking Azzie sleeping like an egg in your closet xDDD

Abyss? He sleeps easily with his ability to move his horns. Normally ends up sleeping on the magical-substances, honestly! Doesn’t hurt him though, he’s so used to sleeping on them, on his hood, but it does shock him awake when he’s able to pinch his hood magic.

However if they really could; They could turn their magic off within their horns (And other spots containing their magic) but they only do this when regenerating from fights! 

Oh, the brothers would be very cautious if it’s a new person their meeting! Actually, they have to be; They wouldn’t dare go near someone/thing/monster without fully understanding the situation at hand. So basically, that won’t happen... At least... With Azzie.

However, if you’ve already known them for a bit but not much or something to that affect;

Azure would be watching your moves and curious of what you may be staring at. 

He’ll focus really hard on whatever spot you’re daydreaming at and trying to see if he finds the appeal of... What is that? A rock? Why? What’s so special about it? And he’ll literally get closer to you to try and view what you are; And if you jolt when he gets too close; He’ll probably be so focused on the spot himself he’ll either; -Not notice you jumping, with furrowed brows and trying so hard to figure out the meaning behind your staring at a thing -Or if you make a noise; He’ll accidentally hiss and jolt himself before asking you questions!

Abyss, well...

Truth be told, he’d keep staring at you. He’s the jokester, so he’ll begin to make small tail movements around your direction and keep playing around like that until he finally gets a reaction from you. Either his tail, flaring his hood a bit, ‘sssss’ing softly or the like; And when you jolt? He’s going to rightfully laugh and chuckle, make a few jokes where he can.

If it’s a first time meeting; He’ll stay hidden and keep a close watch on you. Though, he’s the more curious one, ironically; Had to be, after Azzies accident. If you’re, lets say... About to fall off a cliff or something; He might help ya out but without showing himself. If he somehow ends up doing so, however; He would be as tense as you. His hood would flare, his eyes would darken as his eyelights would turn to tiny slits, waiting for you to make a move first... If you showed that expression though, he would relax a bit and chuckle, then start telling you to watch where you step and quickly get you both back on the ways you were heading.

But, if you catch this boy in his Feeding Frenzy... Walking in on him while he’s Eating; Could literally be anything, but he would become more than aggressive. With his mind on the concept of Food only; you better turn right around as soon as you hear his rumbling and warning hiss he will no doubt do. He’s... Very feral when in this area. His Food, His Feeding; You better pray he has a full stomach so he doesn’t chase after you. 

Lord only knows what the fuck he’d do if he managed to still be hungry!!

@inkswirl​ Both brothers would be... Well! Very enthralled with that!! After the whole jolting and semi freaking out because you had somehow came right up and asked them, anyways! 

After the shock;

Azure would fluster a bit; Never had a picture taken at all or had someone wanting to look at him like they didn’t want him dead or something! Though he’d be super flattered, he would actually try and say he isn’t that interesting due to all the low self-esteem in his mind raging, perhaps trying to get you to draw his brother instead??? But all in all, if you were a bit more insistent, he would ask shyly if he could see it afterward. 

Abyss wouldn’t care at all which way it would go; You might get a bit annoyed with the picture taking, though... Film is easy to convert, especially with Magic Waves he would give out and basically say he isn’t doing anything when you become frustrated at the camera for not being able to take ‘Good Pictures’ of the brothers... Even Azzie is disappointed, but Abyss wouldn’t care. No photo evidence. Yet, you sketching them? Yeah, he’d be all for it and sit and sun bathe, take a nap while you do your thing; Because it’ll be drawn, so theres no real danger in it.

@desithecubi They both are flattered and say you’re mighty adorable, too!! Thank you for the hugs~ ♥

Both of the guys would prefer night; But thats due to the fact they’re nocturnal! Though if they could, especially Azure, he’d try to become a day-bird... He HAS tried, but it’s failed so much... Doesn’t stop him though! He turned to half/half while Abyss is all for the night. 

There are rare days though they’ll be up during the days; But that’s probably due to work or someone disturbed them! Or their minds won’t let them rest~

Yes! Both brothers have the ability to merge or camouflage with their backgrounds/surroundings! However, it takes a bit of time for it to completely cover them, so they have to be stealthy... It’s quick to disappear, though! It’s due to so much magic within that makes up their horns and everything, that it’s used to help them go basically invisible! It’s why their so rare for; No other Monster in their area can do this, making them the perfect candidates for being Protectors!

 That’s actually two different terms of Hunter; 

Azure's meaning is he literally Hunts for food and patrolling around. His brother is whats called a Watcher, where he stays in place. 

Hunters for Humans is what I have called the Mages right now; They’re out to get any Monster they can; Whether it be for Magic, Dust, whatever treasure they can get their hands on, or even just for kicks. It’s literally like those people who have a lot of money and hunt Lions or other rare breeds of animals and some WILL kill for sport.

I have already answered this one, @blacklynx14​! 

Here ya go! ♥

Actually!! This is slightly flipped; Both the brothers are constantly out in the Forbidden Forest making rounds and making sure trespassers are taken cared of. Mainly with kindness, but they both aren’t scared to get forceful! The Monsters where never Underground and don’t plan to be; Though, ironically most would prefer it rather than being up in the open due to previous attacks way back when they could remember by Hunters. It would be hella-lot safer, that’s for sure! But ever since the Brothers were put as Protectors, everything has been... Good?? Better??? It’s seriously nice; Even though some may not be very welcoming to them :’)

Nah, the Royal Guards are deeper within the Forbidden Forest. What Azure and Abyss are? Their much higher than that, so they have no need for it! But, most of the RG’s are very jealous, because the two get to see from outside the Forest, basically!

But when the brothers get bored and feel no other living forces around? Well, Abyss is the Sunbather. But if he sleeps for far too long, Azure will actually come and push him or have a bottle of cold water to wake his brother up!

Azure likes to; 

-Soar in the sky high above the trees, will even go into the Mountains for a while! He’s the explorer and enjoys to sight see. Sometimes, he’ll even travel as far as he can go before the beads on his outfit warn him to turn back. -If he’s able to find any small creatures; He ends up so side tracked playing with them, he doesn’t realize he’s been gone for hours! Especially little cougar cubs and baby bears... And he becomes great friends with a lot of the woodland and other creatures! At least they don’t judge him... -If it’s super late at night and there hasn’t been any humans wandering within their territory for a long while; He’ll actually go to the Village of a particular one to make sure the Humans are alright. There is a certain Human too he enjoys to hang out with, or... Did. 

Abyss enjoys;

-To literally stay in one spot and laze about. And if he can easily catch critters that go in his path, he’ll eat them out of boredom. -He seriously loves pranking his brother, but he has a dark twist to it. Azzie is and has been sick of his humor though. -One of his favorites is to eat squirrels and chipmunks in front of Azzie and Azure’s actual reaction is getting Pissed The Fuck Off and Abyss loves it. (No, worry not; The Animals don’t suffer long. Abyss makes sure it’s quick.) -He... Will watch his stomach digest his food when he’s extremely bored. It’s like watching tv for him. -Go into their Village and talk with other Monsters and just try to have an enjoyable time. Sometimes it’s hard, but at least a few of them don’t mind what he is!

For the Ask they were talking about; Go here!

Ohhhh, you got some pretty cool hobbies, Rofa!! That water painting sounds super relaxing and ultra pretty ♥ But Hobbies for the boys, huh?... Well, lets see...

Azure is the one who ventures, so hiking is his main thing! But if not hiking, he really does enjoy to cook~ Feeding animals is also his ordeal, while learning from the humans of their medication things! He’s very curious how they heal!! Not to mention, want to heal animals, as well!

Abyss is the one who’s all about making clothing from furs and hides. You wouldn’t think he’d be the one to make clothing or anything, but he’s gotta do something productive so his brother doesn’t yell at him... He’s also the fire maker, a bit of a pyro, and enjoys to cook, too. Very big foodie, always looking how to get herbs or learning how to cook; But he’s also good with working and construction types. Building firepits to camps, he’s very much the builder despite not looking like it!

I have not really thought of them quite yet; So if people have ideas for them, I wouldn’t be opposed to hearing you out!! 

And because it’s a Swap verse; Yes! My Grillby would be a Gillby, the Water Element! 

Yes, actually!! A very good relationship; Abyss and Asgore get along very well together. It’s actually because Abyss shows interest more in the Monster heritage that Asgore is happy to have him in their area! 

But, that brings up the question for Azure... Toriel is fine with both the boys; But Asgore might be very weary of Azzie due to his interest in the Humans and then how he got hurt. Still though, he watches out for both of the Brothers and makes sure their alright! He’s still a loveable Goatdad! Just questions Azzie’s place sometimes... 

[mystical-lemonade]

Can I get a scenario of what would Kalim do if his beloved s/o is been captured and put under Jamil snake whisperer when Jamil overblot.

Hello hello Dears! Hope you don't mind the slight change of formatting but it is important that I say that this fic will be split into 2 parts! The first part can be read alone and you would get the whole story, however the second delves into a slightly expanded/alternate version of the first bit. The second part isn't required reading at all, and you will be fine not reading it should part 2's topics trigger you. Part 2 will be put under a red seperator

The first part will be completely free from any potentially triggering material and will not  mention any of the events that are described in part 2 (I mean except for the MC being hypnotised, i guess) the second will elaborate. So if any of part 2 is triggering to you i beg of you please do not read it. However I will ensure that if you do read Part 2, it will have plenty of comfort given to the MC to balance out the ick

Combined Word Count: 3,840

Part 1 Warnings: Hypnotism mentioned, Non-Graphic description of Physical Violence, Canon Compliant Violence mentioned

Part 1 Word Count: 2,859

Part 1 Pairings: Kalim Al Asim x gn!reader

Part 2 Warnings: Non-Graphic Description of Past Sexual Assault, Panic Attack, Hurt/Comfort, Dubious/Coerced Consent

Part 2 Word count: 989

Part 2 Parings: Kalim Al Asim x gn!reader

The air of the lounge was thick. Not with smoke or debris, but it was heavy with the weight of the confrontation which was about to begin.

Kalim drew a breath into his tight chest. Seeing now what had become of his dear friend pained Kalim greatly. But the hurt that this supposed friend caused outweighed everything else in that moment, Kalim was not a violent man, but if violence is what it would take for him to get answers out of Jamil. Well then Kalim would grit his teeth and beat the ink out of the bastard before him. He clenched his jaw and raised his magic pen, with one quick motion Kalim sent out the first attack; a ball of white and blue ice magic sent arching across the room towards the infuriated overblot victim.

For a moment it was though everything froze in place, neither the Octavinelle trio's nor Jamil could believe that Kalim struck first.

Jamil's perception of time slowed to a crawl as the revelation that despite all his efforts, Jamil's plan to exterminate Kalim and his friends failed; it was inconceivable to the overblotting young man. How could he with his immense power failed to do something so simple as eradicate a single pest.

His blood began to boil as the chill from the incoming ball of ice closed in, whether it was the anger simmering beneath his skin or the flames steadily increasing the heat around him keeping him warm, Jamil didn't know. What he did know is that he wouldn't fail again.

As time started moving faster, the room began to stir into motion, Jamil's control of all the gathered Scarabia students spurring them to take up their magic pens or whatever available weapons they had in hand.

The loud sound of a glass bottle shattering against a wall drew Kalim's attention immediately, Jamil really was serious about ending his life. And if they didn't act fast, Jamil would succeed in killing all of them, Jamil included.

From beside him, Kalim noticed Jade giving him a sharp smile, raising his arm to mime casting a spell, Jade's hand making the sign for fire. Catching on quickly Kalim nodded and prepared to cast the biggest and strongest damn fire spell he knew.

The large burst of flames from Kalim made him want nothing more than to wince away from the scalding heat, but he pressed forward anyway, putting more power into the stream of flames as he heard Jade make a shrill chirp to signal the others.

With Floyd and Azul retreating safely behind Kalim, Jade's magic quickly intertwined with Kalim's own spell. The sudden burst of wind from Jade causing the flames to flicker and grow in height and strength, making the attack that much more effective against Jamil.

The ink surrounding Jamil and feeding his delusion of power, evaporated quickly off of his skin as the incredibly strong fire attack just kept coming. He screamed in frustration as the heat surrounding him became overwhelming, no matter how many attacks he sent to stop the pair none were working. Not even sending wave after wave of his mindless slaves to attack the intruders were able to halt the assault. He could feel his hold on them weakening as they began to fight back against the orders he was giving. Jamil pushed his magic harder than ever before to try and regain total control, vowing to end Kalim's life for meddling where he shouldn’t.

And then all at once, Jamil fell to his knees the last of the ink having evaporated just seconds before. No longer feeding off the corrupted magic of the overblot, the flames died away, not even a trace of the scalding heat that encompassed Jamil like a blanket just a moment before left behind.

Jamil was completely still, exhausted and in shock from the events moments prior. It was only the light touch of a cool hand on his shoulder that stirred his conscious to guide him into moving. Lifting his head up slightly to see who it was, Jamil found his head forced back.

Black spots danced mockingly across his vision as the reality set in. He had just been punched.

In the face.

By Kalim.

Kalim shook out his hand after socking his former friend in the face. Guess, his mom was right, Jamil's strong cheekbones were his friend's best facial feature. Afterall it definitely hurt like a son of a bitch for Kalim to punch him there.

As Jamil once again focused on Kalim, Kalim found himself unable to maintain the strength of his anger. He was hurt, deeply hurt. And as the tears filled his eyes Kalim could barely manage to croak out, "How could you?"

Jamil was prepared for Kalim's face to be filled with rage and perhaps some disgust once he looked up at him again. Jamil wasn’t prepared to see Kalim crying. A look of such utter heartbreak and disappointment etched into every crevice in his face.

"I-" Jamil stuttered, face still aching from where Kalim punched him. "I was hurt Kalim. Not once in my life have I been allowed to be my own person! Everything I am, everything I do is dictated by you. And when you got accepted into Royal Sword last year, and I got a taste of what life without living in someone's shadow every second of every day was like? It was incredible Kalim. Like a breath of fresh air after being smothered. Then you bribed your way into Night Raven College, took MY PLACE as dorm leader and I was back to being nothing more than just a servant. And it was like my head had been shoved back underwater. I was drowning Kalim. And you? You called me a friend? When was the last time you stopped to actually think about what my life was like. Did you ever think about how my family. MY SISTER was treated by yours? My dad had to beg your father for Namja and I to be allowed to attend school. I mean I'd just spend my life serving my master, right? No need for the servant boy to be able to do much more than cook and clean, right? I am sick of you, Kalim. I hate how you got to have EVERYTHING HANDED TO YOU. And me? Well I guess I'm still nothing more than the shit on the bottom of your shoes."

The soft murmuring of the twins in the background was like static to Kalim. He didn't care to hear what anyone was saying, not even Jamil; not when all around him, Jamil's victims were stirring back to awareness. There were many cries of shock and a whole lot of confusion going around.

The whole room was practically destroyed. Students were having to haul themselves from the places they were tossed into or help others out. The walls had large cracks in them, cushions were ripped and blackened, there was smoke filling the room as the lamps had at some point tipped and singed the carpets. The large banquet table had been knocked over, spilling food and drink everywhere.

Kalim raised his hand to uselessly as if to stop a person across the room from standing in a bunch of glass shards. He watched  helplessly as another person woke and then immediately started to cry, having likely injured themself while under Jamil's hypnosis.

"Do you remember what I told you back when you first discovered your unique magic Jamil?" Kalim interrupted Jamil's ongoing rant, his voice remained soft and level. Almost as if he was reminiscing or in some kind of daze.

"How I told you that being hypnotised is like living in a dream. Nothing is real to you. It means you can't feel anything once your mind is down there Jamil. Do you know what happens when you wake up from that dream? The moment you regain control of yourself you feel everything. Every single stimuli in the world around you, every injury inflicted on your body. It hits you all at once.

I don't care that you betrayed me Jamil. I honestly don't even care about the dorm. Walls and cushions and carpets. All this destruction can be fixed. But that," Kalim paused and motioned to the many Scarabia students around them, all with faces of hurt, some crying, even more were bleeding before turning to look at Jamil once more. "Is unacceptable. You could have taken your hurt and anger out on me if that is what you needed. I'm who you have a problem with.

Not them. They were innocent in all of this. But now every single student in Scarabia is hurt because of you. Because of your selfish actions. And that is completely unforgivable."

Walking away from the stunned Jamil, Kalim began to help calm down the injured students and himself. Guiding the less injured to clear the area of debris, or to do first aid on the injured, Kalim put himself and others to work, craving the mindlessness of sweeping or wrapping a bandage over a cut.

Still in a bit of a daze Kalim took out his phone to call for a doctor to come to Scarabia, when he noticed a shaking person approach him. They reached a hand out to him, as if like a ghost, they expected their hand to go through his chest.

A soft and relieved smile crossed Kalim's face, and he immediately tugged them into a gentle hug, "Hi there Sunshine."

Relief poured from their tense frame as Kalim slowly tightened his grip on them. He couldn't help but to press tender kisses to their wet cheeks and murmur apologies to them for how everything turned out, hoping that maybe by talking to them and showing that he was there and okay. Maybe, he could make his beloved less afraid.

"When Jamil sent me flying away I couldn't help but worry about you Sunshine. Are you bleeding anywhere?" Kalim pulled back slightly to inspect his significant other's frame, only to be met with resistance. "Okay okay I see how it is. Hugs only right now."

His significant other's unwillingness to talk concerned him. The shaking and clinginess was not exactly what Kalim expected to get when he found his lover, but the fact that they were completely silent? It made Kalim wonder what exactly happened after he had been sent away.

"Azul?" Kalim said politely, "Would you be willing to do me a favour? I'd very much appreciate it if you'd call a doctor to come here and attend to any of the students who need it. Any cost incurred for the fixing will cover. I need to step out for a while, and I trust that you're equipped ."

Once Azul quickly acquiesced and began to do as requested, Kalim turned to look at his significant other and from the glimpse Kalim got, they were not looking too well. Quickly deciding that the situation was absolutely not going to get better if they remained in the lounge much longer Kalim spoke once more, "Sunshine, I think maybe we should get out of here. What do you think?"

When they didn't respond Kalim chewed his lip in worry. Panic rising he tried a different approach, "You don't want to talk? That's okay. But you have to let me know if what I'm doing is okay with you so, squeeze my hand once for yes, twice for no. Sound good?" Kalim prayed for them to response, begging that they weren't in such a bad state that they would end up in the hospital in a coma.

A squeeze.

With a relieved grin Kalim began to babble,  "Great! So about the whole leaving thing..."

Another squeeze.

"Cool cool so let's get going now, yeah?," stepping froward quickly Kalim felt them tug on his shirt, halting his momentum. Looking down at his feet he realized his shoes were crunching the glass beneath them and then he remembered, "Oh crap, you don't have shoes on do you." Kalim's face heat up, embarrassed by his lack of foresight. Shaking away the sinking pit of pure dread in his stomach Kalim offered his back to his sweet sunshine. "May I offer you a piggy back ride my dearest Y/N," He inquired, hopefully with a light jokingly tone, instead of the panic he truly felt.

A weight leapt onto his back and with a pause only for a quick adjustment of where his hands were placed on their legs to help support them Kalim was off.

"Oi Otter-chan! Where are you-"

Floyd was cut off by his brother, "Floyd he's had a stressful day, Kalim is probably leaving to have a mental break down in peace."

Kalim couldn’t help but let out a pained laugh at that, it was honestly funny how right that statement was, but if the Leech brothers had anything else to say Kalim couldn’t hear it. He was too focused on hightailing it out of that god forsaken lounge and into somewhere a little better for his and his significant other's mind.

Quickly making his way down the hallway Kalim stopped just long enough to open the door to his bedroom. Breathing through the adrenaline still coursing through his body, Kalim shuddered as he locked and then barricaded the door to his room with a chair under the handle. Once satisfied with the prevention measures he put in place Kalim turned to face his darkened bedroom and haltingly made his way over to his bed.

Exhausted from the day's events but still unwilling to just drop down and sob on the floor while his very clearly traumatised significant other was around. Turning so that his back faced the bed, Kalim sat down, taking in the quiet room around him. The only sound other than his own ragged breaths was the fast paced breathing of Y/N near his ear.

He couldn't help but notice how even pressed to his back they were still shaking slightly, fists clenching Kalim's shirt so tightly that he worried that they were hurting themself. Gently taking their hands in his, Kalim started to tug them away from his shirt so that they would let go and hold his hands instead of the cloth. Moving ever so carefully as to not make his partner uncomfortable, Kalim eventually managed to unwind himself from his partner's grasp, now fully able to take in the state of his partner Kalim couldn’t help the slight catch in his breathing.

They were mostly unharmed. No large cuts, no broken bones, only some bruises and what looked like a scrape of some sort on their arm. The worry and panic over the potenital state of his sunshine that had been building in his chest the moment the dorm was put under hypnosis, immediately loosened.

Pulling them into a tight hug Kalim gave in to the sob he had been surpressing and broke down. Fat tears streamed down his cheeks, as Kalim found himself clinging to his sunshine.

Kalim couldn’t stop himself from babbling apologies about his current behaviour,  about the situation outside, about him being sent into the desert, about how he acted under hypnosis, and most of all, he apologised for not being there for his significant other while they were undergoing what was clearly a traumatic event. His hands touching and grasping anywhere they could on his lover, trying to assure himself they were there and were okay. He couldn't stop himself from pressing tender and quite frankly wet kisses on anywhere he could reach, as the pair held each other and cried.

To Kalim it felt like hours had passed before he had finally cried out all the complicated emotions he had. Lifting his head, Kalim placed one last kiss on the crown of their head, and took a deep breath, attempting to collect himself.

"I think, Sunshine," Kalim croaked out, his voice hoarse from all the crying, "We should spend the rest of the day and all of tomorrow cuddling in bed. We can- we can wear those comfy matching silk pyjamas my dad sent me, burrito ourselves in the fuzzy blanket, watch our favourite movies and- and drink hot chocolate! How. How does that sound okay?"

Kalim looked down his significant other as they buried their face in the crook of his neck and nodded.

"I'll be right back okay! I promise." Kalim said, extracting himself from the tangled position he was in.

Standing up to grab the remote for the TV and handing it to Y/N, Kalim turned once more to face them before he left to go get their snacks. "If there's anything at all you need me to do or get while I'm out there just let me know okay, Sunshine? Anything at all, no need to be afraid to tell me. I'd be willing to move mountains for you if that's what it took to make you smile." And with a soft smile directed over his shoulder and towards his significant other, who was still adorably wrapped up in a blanket, he reached for the doorknob.

"I want them gone."

Kalim's head snapped up, slowly turning to face his significant other again Kalim made his way over, "I'm sorry sunshine. Could you maybe say that again? I couldn't hear you before," he asked hesitantly.

Crouching down in front of the bed where they sat, Kalim looked up at them as they whispered again.

"I want them gone."

Kalim felt his heart break as his normally bright significant other retreated into themself, their eyes dull and full of unshed tears. "What do you want gone Sunshine?" Kalim asked, practically begging the universe that Y/N's answer would be something he could fix for them.

"His hands!" They cried, "I can't stop feeling his hands on me!" And just like that, it was though a previously unseen dam had burst within them, and all the emotions they had been repressing came pouring out alongside the tears streaming down their cheeks.

Kalim felt as though he had been soaked with cold water. Closing his eyes and biting his lip to steady himself Kalim took their hand in his; fingers loosely placed on top of their hand, so that if they needed to they could easily pull away. Kalim then breathed out the words he was hoping he wouldn't have to ask, "Did Jamil touch you?" Quickly following up his question with a rushed explanation, "You don't need to say it if its too hard for you Sunshine. I just want to know who it was so I can make sure you'll never have to see them again. Just squeeze my hand. You remember what to do right?"

A soft squeeze against Kalim's hand was the response, as Y/N began to hysterically sob into their blanket.

"Very good! Now I'd like you to take a few deep breaths." Kalim took their hand and pressed it against his chest over his heart as he continued to speak "Just like this. In and out. Perfect you're doing great Sunshine."

Kalim kept their hand on his chest as he breathed in and out, guiding them through the breathing exercises until their sobs died down to just sniffles and the occasional hiccup. Once they had calmed down a little Kalim looked apologetically at his lover, "I'm going to ask you some questions that are probably going to be a little uncomfortable. But I need to know so that I can help you okay? If anything is too much squeeze my hand three times or shake your head. Sound good?"

A squeeze.

"Very good. Did anyone else hurt you in that way?"

Two squeezes.

"Okay. Did he, penetrate you in any way?

A pause, Y/N's slow uneven breaths stuttered to a halt at the question. Kalim rubbed his thumb across the back of his precious sunshine's hand, murmuring praise and reassurances as he patiently waited for their response.

And then after what felt like an eternity, a single squeeze.

Kalim squashed down the blackened bubble which was rising up into his chest cavity, as best as he could. Unwilling to show just how deeply effected by his lover's response Kalim truly was. Suppressing his urge to give into the cold creeping it's way into his lungs, Kalim continued doing his best to be comforting while a storm raged in his mind.

Betrayal was too weak a word for what Kalim felt in the brief seconds after the response to his last question.

"I'm sorry."

Kalim's head snapped up to look into his partner's eyes. "Sunshine," Kalim said, unwanted tears welling up in his eyes, "its not your fault. Nothing about this is your fault. So don't apologise." Placing a hand on their cheek Kalim wiped away the tears racing down their cheek like traffic down a highway at two in the morning.

Shaking their head slightly Y/N's tired voice broke with soft hiccups as they tried to explain, "Ja- He made me say that I never lov- loved you. Over and over. I can't...I can't remember anything... else he made me do. But he kept making me tell him how much I loved him and how I never actually cared about you at all and. And," Y/N's voice seemingly gave out before they could finish their sentence.

"I'm so sorry!" They wailed while throwing their arms around their kneeling boyfriend.

Kalim could only brace himself for the force they launched themself at him with. Gently wrapping his sunshine in a tender embrace Kalim's heart shattered for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Helpless to aid his lover by taking away even a fraction of the pain they were experiencing, Kalim could barely find the strength of will to start humming. He tried his best to steady his voice enough to hum the soft lullaby his mother used to sing to calm him down when he was a young child.

Gently swaying along with the slow tempo of the song he was humming Y/N felt the  exhaustion from the day ebbing away like the soft lapping of the tides. The soft remnants of the detergent Kalim uses, and the now heat baked scent of the cologne he put on today, wrapped around Y/N like a protective shield.

Secure in the arms of their lover, Y/N let the tide of exhaustion take them away from the events of the day, and into the tender embrace of sleep.

Kalim finally took a moment to breathe as his Sunshine's breaths steadied into becoming easy and even. While they slept peacefully in his arms with their face pressed into his chest as if meant to hide away from the world; Kalim let the cold fury encase him.

Jamil was at one point his best friend. But the actions he took today were unthinkable and quite frankly disgusting.

The normally optimistic and forgiving Al Asim heir couldn't find it in his heart to regret the call he was about to make.

[dcptcnx]

What about BSD Chuuya, Mori,Akutagawa , Poe and Lovecraft (seperately) x female reader who’s a badass and great with kids . Like she can ride a motorcycle, skateboard and do learn any sport easily. I got this idea by hearing “Shut up and Drive” by Rihanna fluff plz

a/n: hi im so so so sorry for never answering this. ever since the start of december, i've been doing mandatory overtime for my job and have found it hard to think of how to write for the requests in my inbox, and easier to write stuff that showed up in my head the moment it did. i hope you didn't give up T^T

Chuuya, Mori, Akutagawa, Poe, and Lovecraft w/ a "Badass" f!reader

Chuuya Nakahara

he adores you v much

can ride a motorbike? oh he's definitely racing you.

He's not much a person who adores kids, but his heart will soften when he sees you interact with them

"Damn, and if that were our kid..."

Even though you can effortlessly ride a motorcycle, he loves that you can skateboard too.

he's unfair when he tries to learn bc he uses his gravity manipulation and cheats on doing insane stunts.

he flaunts you everywhere though. you're his goddess bro.

he does get jealous when people say you dress better than he does, so he tries to one-up you in fashion sense <3

Mori Ogai

He's a bit older so he's kinda old fashioned i believe

He does LOVE that you're great with kids. Elise likes you very much so he's grateful for that

as i mentioned previously, he's kind of old fashioned, so skateboarding and motorbike riding aren't really his thing

but the way you do those things, he does admire very much.

he also love how you present yourself in the PM.

Being a badass, you hold yourself with high standards, not letting anyone get under your skin.

He does like to pair you with Chuuya on missions because you can set him straight when he gets out of hand.

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Poor boy always wants to impress dazai someone

sees you riding your motorbike along with chuuya? he's gonna use his rashoumon to fly faster than you

sees you skateboarding to kill time? he's gonna do tricks with rashoumon to prove he's better

ofc he's bad with kids, but he does know how to handle them thanks to his younger sister, Gin.

won't admit, but he loves seeing your softer side around kids you come across who may like your skateboard and such.

he blushes at the sight, and when you turn to look at him, he hides his face and begins to start his normal coughing, pretending that you didn't just catch him staring

Edgar Allan Poe

sweet, sweet boy

karl is like his child, and when he sees you playing, and taking care of him, he's a blushing mess!

karl loves you, so so so much, and poe really enjoys that fact.

but when he sees you with actual kids? he's blushing so hard because you treat them like how you treat karl

he seems timid and shy so when he sees your motorbike, he gets nervous because it looks scary to him.

you are quick to reassure him that you're perfectly safe.

loves to watch you skateboard and is shy to ask about wanting to learn, but you don't pressure him to ask.

you do, however, pull him up to come skate with you, to "toughen him up"

Howard Phillips Lovecraft

not gonna lie, he looks dead all the time

could be watching you from afar, but he may have no real interest in your antics, no matter how amazing you do it

and let's be real, he'd rather live in the water than look after kids so he's not gonna care either way

i dont mean to make him boring oml

but he wouldn't be lying when he says he does admire your perseverance on learning a new skateboard trick you saw on the internet

whether you notice him or not, he is watching you fall and fall, only to not give up and continue until you land that new trick 5 times in a row.

[rabdoidal]

Do you think referring to nonhuman animals as anything other than it/its or they/them might be bio essentialist and transphobic? I’ve been trying to work it out am not sure. The reason for wondering in the first place is because we all assign these gendered pronouns based on bio sex. Or “sex” given its constructed. And that just reinforces the idea you can assign gender based on looking at genitals. I hope in the future all babies are called they/them and presented with gender later so they can choose. With animals unless they can talk and relate to our cultures that will never happen. So they are forever it or they. That’s my reasoning

I'm going to assume this is a good faith question and not a TERF trying to gotcha me, but I will say it's very strange to approach a stranger (that you know is transgender) and engage them like this. If I were a trans person that wasn't educated in gender studies, this question would be difficult to answer, and may lead to confusion on the part of both parties. I am not openly an educator on these topics, these are my opinions.

I think the argument "we should use gender neutral terminology for animals" and "we should use gender neutral terminology for infants" are two wildly different topics of discussion. The reason why there is little legitimate discussion of animal pronouns in the popular imagination is because of two main reasons; gender is a social construct, and dysphoria is a social construct.

The idea that gender is seperate from sex (otherwise known as gender theory) emerged in the 80s, and I believe it accurately describes the human experience, being that I know transgender people, and I am myself a transgender person. It's a larger topic too big to tackle in this ask whether or not we would feel dysphoria or euphoria in a world without the concept of gendered separation and/or gender roles, but as is, gender theorists posit that the internal gender identity of a person does not necessarily match with their birth sex. The concept that sex was also a social construction didn't come about until later on, but I will address that later.

If we are to understand the construction of a gendered society as a collection of people in the same geographical location operating under the same social contract to, in theory, better themselves and the other people living in that society, then we can understand gender as something that is reinforced through language and action. To use english as my example, as the only language I'm familiar with, we have a set of pronouns each for "women" and "men," based on their capability to reproduce, and/or based on the role they fill in society. We additionally have a gender neutral set of pronouns we can use to refer to either a group or individual without indicating their capability to reproduce and/or the role they play in society. In this I am focussing mainly on these 3 pronouns, but neopronouns also have their own set of associations and characteristics.

Language, here, is all connotations - she/her is femininity, woman, submissive, mother, he/him is masculinity, man, dominant, provider, and they/them is neutral. However, this language falls apart when people like butch lesbians and femme boys, who may or may not identify as non-binary or transgender, use different pronouns than is expected of them, which we see most prominently during the 60s-90s. A butch may use he/him pronouns, work as a mechanic, have a cis femme wife or girlfriend, but still identify as a lesbian woman. Pronouns here do not indicate his capability to reproduce, as it is not relevant to his experience as a lesbian, but it may on some level indicate his role in society. He is masculine, works a service job, is acting as the butch to his wife's femme, and to many people may represent a form of masculinity most associated with men who use he/him pronouns.

When considering gender as something reinforced through action, we may observe how texts (used here to mean all forms of entertainment/knowledge that communicate meaning) have been used throughout all written history to create the idea of gender, to associate signs and signifiers to the experience of "woman" and "man" that create a gap between the two categories that is wider than a canyon. From infancy, different children are given different toys, wear different clothes, and have adults treat them differently - the way we currently treat our children has been shown in sociological studies to be extremely detrimental down the line, as it leads to dysphoria, bullying, and shame. The actions we take to reinforce the categories of gender - both within and without ourselves - creates an even bigger divide, especially within children's minds. That's why I do think raising children gender-neutrally and allowing them to choose their own identity as they grow would be a more ideal world - even moreso, the idea that children can change how they identify without backlash, allowing kids to play with and experience gender without negative repercussions.

The concept of language and action within a society does not apply to animals.

Every language has different pronouns, different words to use to describe and refer to people and objects, but the difference between people and animals is that we formed both shared languages, and the concept of gender - therefor, we also created gender euphoria/dysphoria. Humans have no way of accurately communicating with animals, no way of understanding if they have a shared form of language or communication, and therefor, no way of knowing how they would like to be referred to. But furthermore, animals don't care how we refer to them, because they both don't understand us, and have no concept of gendered expectations/shame. Your cat will not look at you any differently if you use he/him to they/them to fae/faeself pronouns. Even on the other side of the argument, to say "we should all refer to them with they/them or it/its pronouns exclusively" would not be correct, because if animals did have a constructed language and pronouns, they would not use the same pronouns we came up with.

Whatever pronouns you choose to use for your pet has a social connotations, not for them, but for you. Unfortunately, we still live in an emphatically gendered society, and people may treat you differently if you choose to use pronouns that "don't align with their sex," because unfortunately people are nosy and opinionated. The only context where pronouns for animals matter is in the context of veterinary care as a shorthand for what the animal's sex is. This is also ultimately imperfect, as sex is also a social construction, and each living creature, regardless of sex or gender, has a unique body and a unique experience of their sex and/or gender.

The english language in particular has failed to include a pronoun for an intersex individual pre-gender theory - even before we knew that gender =/= pronouns =/= sex, there is no clear 50/50 split line on what is a vagina and what is a penis, and for why you must use a particular set of pronouns to refer to a person with "either one". In animals as well, intersexuality is an observed and common phenomena, and there is no logical reason why we can still claim that there are 2 sexes, when there are over a dozen observed categories for genital development in relation to internal organs and sexual function. As someone with PCOS myself, there are many gender theorists talking about how PCOS aligns on the intersex spectrum, as there are hormone levels that affects internal, external, and secondary sex characteristic development in AFAB individuals.

We can't boil down sex or gender into neat categories, and if we can't even listen to and respect our differently sexed and gendered minorities, expecting people to use gender-neutral language towards animals as a social priority is distracting from the people who are actually affected by society's gendered language and actions. I promise an animal does not and cannot care if you misgender it, but a human person will. The only circumstance where pronouns that align with the animal's sex may be useful is in a veterinary context, but even that can be reductive. Ultimately, if it makes you more comfortable to use gender neutral language for animals, I think you should follow that through. What I don't agree with is comparing the plight of gender diverse human beings to animals that are incapable of caring of how we refer to them. It is not transphobic to refer to animals with any pronoun because they do not care, I promise.

Also, you should buy me a kofi for making me spend half an hour writing this.