#I see them!! AND I LOVE THEM!!! but to the person who sent the ask about hoodies..... yeah ...........

[myokk]

note-taking

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

word count: 3,6k

summary: mc loves flustering sebastian with her notes during class😇

cw: NONE this is just fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, it takes a while for them to admit their feelings, I rated it M for some language/sexual themes

a/n: I laughed a lot as I wrote this on the train, I hope you enjoy reading about these two idiots (endearing) as much as I did writing them

A beetle slowly makes its way across Sebastian Sallow's desk.

The classroom is silent - save for the scratching of quills furiously calculating the Arithmatic probability of who will be the next Minister and the quiet murmur of his professor as she helps Hobhouse (how did he even get into the N.E.W.T. level?) - and Sebastian is going absolutely mad.

He counts how many seconds it takes for the beetle to reach his abandoned quill (fifteen). But, when it takes its seventh step after making it over the quill (an auspicious sign), Sebastian slams his hand down on top of it.

The loud noise echoes through the silent classroom and Sebastian hears her snickering coming from behind him as the whole class turns to see what has happened. His ears turn red, he wishes he could jinx her somehow, and yet he is terribly curious to see what she has sent him this time. Sebastian hopes that everyone has gone back to their equations and stops staring at him, because now that it's in his hands, his fingers are itching to open it. His hands eagerly - shamefully eager, if you ask him - unravel the note he's crumpled up in his hands - almost a shame that he destroyed the beetle, it was one of her better creations - and Sebastian soon curses his haste.

His ears would be an even deeper shade of red were his blood not currently draining to a different part of his body. Sebastian shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he continues reading the note, his eyes flying across the tiny note once, twice, three times before he crumples it up and adds it to the graveyard of the other notes she has been sending him all day. The words fuck my soaking cunt flash up at him and he adjusts his schoolbag so that if anyone were to walk past and look into it, they wouldn't suspect a thing.

You see, this has been going on all week. Sebastian knew that when his seventh year started, it was going to be the culmination of their academic rivalry, but he never expected this. That witch has made taunting him her personal vendetta, and it's working.

Sebastian can't get her out of his mind.

It started in Herbology on Monday, at exactly 7.37 in the morning. Sebastian had been sitting next to Ominis, both complaining under their breaths at how early Professor Garlick had made them wake up (something about the plants blooming - Sebastian can't remember now). He had seen a little snake slither past Ominis's hands, making its way directly to him, and he does remember that he thought it was quite strange that Ominis didn't seem to react to the snake's presence. And then - he took a closer look at it - he saw that it was made of paper. Curious, Sebastian had thought as he grabbed and unfolded it. Reading it started an unfortunate chain of events.

It started out innocently enough, he supposes. Well, if you can call the most indecent thing he's ever read innocent, then it started out innocently.

Sallow - let me just say how absolutely delicious you look in your jacket this morning. I find I want to rip it off of your broad shoulders. Did you hit a growth spurt this summer?

He had flushed, briefly glanced over his shoulder - maybe he could see a face as flushed as his was, watching his reaction, but nothing - before looking back to the note, squinting at the familiar (familiar?) handwriting when Ominis had interrupted him.

"Sebastian? I think we need to start trimming the budding flowers now..."

His voice had blended in with the buzzing in Sebastian's ears as he stared intently down at the note in his hands. He had soon figured out who sent it - how could he not recognize her handwriting? - and the rest of Herbology class had been an absolute disaster. He had spent the whole rest of his time haphazardly massacring his plants and ignoring Ominis's pleas for help as he ruminated on her and what did she mean by her note? Her maddening laughter floated over the sound of tiny, precise snips as Sebastian's classmates did as they were supposed to, boring into his mind as he tried his hardest to figure out what she was up to.

Her plan's working, whatever it is. Sebastian has been frustrated to no end. She's nobody to him, just Anne's annoying best friend. Well, that's not entirely true, and Sebastian doesn't like to lie to himself. She was his closest friend last year, and the year before...ever since she arrived at Hogwarts, really. They did everything together, but something had changed when she visited that summer.

She had spent less time laughing with him, instead choosing to whisper with Anne about Merlin knows what, sometimes looking at him with an expression he couldn't place that had started to drive him crazy.

Sebastian had decided that a certain someone made no sense, that he would ignore the strange way his stomach would flip in her presence, and that he would focus all of his energy into besting her at everything. Maybe if she was embarrassed about being inferior to him, she would stop all of this. Although he would never admit it, he had started having nightmares about her gasping beneath him and needing him, that strange look from the summer flashing in dream-her's eyes, blissful fantasies that have him waking up hard and needing to cast a silencing charm around his bed before he can start his days.

Needless to say, these dreams have become infinitely worse this week.

What started out as a joke has quickly spiraled into an obsession. She soon finds herself watching Sebastian with breathless anticipation every time she sends a note over to him, relishing in the deep flush of his cheeks as he sneaks glances over his shoulder at her.

She doesn't really know what possessed her to start in the first place. A stroke of daring, she supposes as she finishes her latest note with a flourish and charms it to fold itself into a tiny swallow. And, she muses, watching the bird fly towards its victim, it's rather fun to fluster him so.

It's what he deserves, after all, after she has spent a whole year pining after him. A whole bloody year of sighing as he leaned over her shoulder in the library to point at something in her textbook, of his chin resting on top of her head, of warm breath tickling her ears, of watching him defeat every opponent in Crossed Wands, of watching him laugh despite himself at her little quips in Transfiguration. Of making sure -

She stifles a smile as she watches Sebastian eagerly grab the swallow as it flitters towards him. At first, he had tried acting nonchalant, like a cat biding its time before it pounces. Ignoring the notes she's been sending until he can't stand it and then: squashing them, smashing them, trapping them in his large hands, long fingers eager to unfold the note and see what she has to say.

Now, he has abandoned any pretense of aloofness he might have had before.

She can see it in the rigid set of his shoulders. The tension releases somewhat every time he opens a note, but quickly returns as he crumples them up and adds them to his collection. She hopes he's getting as wound up as she is, hopes that he's beginning to know an ounce of the suffering he has been putting her through.

A small voice in the back of her head tells her that she's being unfair, that maybe he's just oblivious - but then, why would he have looked at her like that all summer? And - almost the most maddening thing of all - ever since their seventh year started, he has made it a point to try and best her in every class. She couldn't move on from her silly little crush even if she wanted to, when his deep voice cuts through hers every single class to answer first, when he's always right ahead of her in Potions to get the best ingredients, when he's the one standing across from her in the mock duels in Hecat's class and as he raises his wand and her breath catches in her throat and -... Well, it's only fair, then, that she tries to distract him during class.

She's wondering what the next note should say, is lightly rubbing the edges of the quill's feather against her lips - did she go too far with the latest note? - when the scraping of a chair next to her pulls her out of her thoughts. She jumps at the jarring noise, the quill clatters on the table as it falls, and she feels her own face flush when she sees Sebastian sprawling himself out in the seat right next to hers.

There's a look on his face that she's never seen before and she feels as if all of the air has left her body when he leans in close to her - she could start counting his freckles if her brain hadn't gone completely empty - warm breath tickling her ear as he breathes, "What do you think you're doing?"

She hasn't thought this far ahead.

Why hadn't it occurred to her that Sebastian might confront her about the notes?

"I..." she falters, trying to get her thoughts working again, so that she can find something to say to get her out of this situation. Because she didn't actually want him to notice her, did she? And, what could she possibly say in defense of the filthy things she's been sending him all week? She can't seem to break eye contact with him: she swallows nervously: she tries again: "I -"

Her words fail her once again, when Sebastian's warm hand comes to rest on top of her thigh. Her thick wool skirt might be acting as a barrier between them, but it somehow feels like he's touching her bare skin and her whole body heats up uncontrollably. Even like this, his touch is better - more electric - than what she's been imagining this whole time.

He turns away and pulls parchment out with the hand that isn't actively caressing her thigh, and reaches across her for the quill that has fallen from her fingers. She hears scratching as he starts working on his equations - she vaguely thinks that she should be working on them too, isn't she supposed to be trying to do better than him? But -... her breathing is shallow - all of her nerve endings have seemingly migrated to the spot on her inner thigh that Sebastian's thumb is now massaging in tiny circles - maybe her brain has just packed its bags and left on holiday to Bath for all the use it's giving her now.

He doesn't even spare her a glance during the rest of the class, continues to diligently work on his equations for the first time all week, but his large hand remains on her thigh, completely obliterating any thought from her mind that doesn't have something to do with the warmth that keeps pooling deep in her stomach at his touch.

When the class is blissfully (unfortunately) over, Sebastian finally pulls his hand away and she squeaks in protest against her wishes - her thigh is now cold - that must be it (just discomfort, that's all) - she doesn't feel the relief she thought she would at his absence. He smirks down at the parchment he's rolling up, packs everything into his school bag, and leaves her behind without his eyes darting to hers even once.

Seven notes.

She has sent Sebastian seven bloody notes over the course of the last three days, and as he looks over at the crumpled up papers sitting on the desk in his dorm room, notes he tried his best to smooth out, he feels his heart race increase. He doesn't understand why she's doing this, but he does understand how it's making him feel. He could barely even think during Arithmancy, knowing how much his presence was affecting her, feeling her warm thigh under his hand. And when she protested when he removed his hand, well. He had to get out of there as fast as possible.

Maybe it's a good thing she didn't have the presence of mind to look at his arithmatic equations during class, because they are, unfortunately, incomprehensible. He had to keep up the charade by pretending to scribble for the rest of class, but now he almost regrets it - almost - because his pride won't allow him to ask Amit for his notes.

Sebastian has spent the evening poring over his textbook, trying to make sense of something that should be coming easily to him - Anne doesn't tease him about his strange obsession with numbers for no reason - and yet, his eyes keep wandering over to her notes. (Why did he even take them out of his bag in the first place?) (Why hasn't he burned those blasted things yet?) He has decided to forego studying in the library, the common room, and the Undercroft (places where he might see the object of his inner turmoil), and yet he is still getting nothing done even in the peaceful silence of his dormitory. Because her letters are shouting at him.

Well, not really, as they aren't Howlers. They might as well be, though, with how much he has reread them since he took them out of his bag. A smile spreads across his face despite himself as he puts his plaid jacket - the one he wore on Monday - on his chair to wear tomorrow. That stupid smile doesn't leave his face as he brushes his teeth next to Ominis before bed (thanking Merlin that Ominis is blind and can't pester him about what he cannot see), nor does it leave as he tries to fall asleep that night.

Suffice it to say, Sebastian does not get much sleep that night.

"...caught her snogging Prewett in the boathouse."

"Oh Merlin." A giggle. "I wonder if he's any good. Don't look at me like that, I know you've wondered the same thing..."

She blushes as she tucks her head down, trying to concentrate on the reading before her but it's difficult. First, because Sacharissa is being entirely too loud as she gossips with Grace - they might be some of the first at breakfast, but that doesn't mean they're alone - and second, because she is reading the book she filched from Sacharissa's bag. It's been charmed to look like a History of Magic textbook (nobody would ever be interested enough in one of those to filch it back) and she hopes that it's enough to make sure that no one distracts her in her research.

She has never had experience of the amorous sort before, and she has run out of things to put in the letters she's been sending to Sebastian - they were all just things she had been thinking, or things that she's overheard the boys saying when they thought they were alone. But what she's been reading in Sacharissa's novel - if it can even be called that - are enough to make her so hot and bothered that she's not sure if she should retreat back to her dorm room to read it in peace. As her eyes fly over the words, she pictures Sebastian doing those things to her, with her, and it's enough to make it so she's not even sure she can look him in the eye ever again. The feeling of his hand on her thigh the day before has imprinted itself on her body and in her brain and she barely got any sleep because of it.

"What are you reading?" asks Anne as she plops herself down on the bench, trying to look over her shoulder. She flinches and slams her book shut as fast as possible, feeling her traitorous face heat up. She knows she's making it all more suspicious, but Anne cannot find out. Anne shrugs and starts buttering her toast, stifling a yawn. "I never knew that the Vampire Treatises of the 15th century were so interesting. By the way, have you seen my brother at all? I couldn't find him last night and - Oi, Sebastian!"

Anne stands halfway up and starts waving him over, and she wishes she could vanish. Maybe, instead of researching fresh ways to torture him, she should have been learning how to most effectively vanish oneself from the face of the Earth. She's sure the heat she feels burning her cheeks as she sees him walk over to them is translating to her face being a bright, red, ugly beacon calling to him.

As he walks over to their table, looking entirely too irresistible in that plaid jacket of his, Merlin, his growth spurt really -

"Ladies," he says, nodding at them as he takes a seat across the table, "how did you sleep?"

She knows he's giving her a pointed look as he asks, but she has started to choke on the pumpkin juice she started drinking as he walked over - she is, unfortunately, picturing them doing some of the filthy things she's just read together - and could she really make more of a fool of herself than she already has at this point? But then - he grabs her book. Her heart lurches but she can't do anything due to the fact she's still spluttering over her pumpkin juice, and she watches in horrified fascination as he starts flicking through the pages. His eyebrows raise steadily higher and higher as he reads, his own face turning a shade of red she's certain matches her own. She curses herself again - vampires are so interesting, of course he would want to read about them - she should have made the cover a topic she knows Sebastian hates, like a compendium of spells to boost fingernail growth or a Duncan Hobhouse biography - but it's too late now.

Sebastian clears his throat and glances at her, and she sees uncertainty, vulnerability in his eyes as they make brief contact with hers. Finally her brain starts working - quite possibly for the first time since she started this stupid game in Herbology on Monday - and she hastily stands up, snatching the book from Sebastian's hands - he puts up no resistance - and clutches it to her chest as she blurts out in one breath: "I-slept-terribly-last-night-and-it's-all-thanks-to-you."

And now, she's fleeing the Great Hall, wondering what's gotten into her.

She next sees Sebastian during their Ancient Runes class. Well, she doesn't actually see him: she's made it a point to be the first to enter the class, and keeps her head down as she stares at her parchment the second everything is set up perfectly. Inkwell - parchment - her stupid replacement quill - textbook - everything is in place. After the disastrous event otherwise known as breakfast, she's decided that she's over her silly little crush, and she will never think about Sebastian Sallow again. She will never think about things she might say that will make him laugh again, she will never think of book recommendations again, she will certainly never think of his strong hands caressing her thigh again, and she will never, ever -

A tiny paper fox climbs into her hand.

I didn't get any sleep last night either, because of you. P.S. I still have your quill.

She flushes and looks over her shoulder. Sebastian flashes her a crooked smile that makes her stomach lurch in an unfamiliar way, before he ducks his head down and continues to scribble his translations with her quill. Her quill. A new flash of hatred surges through her - that's what these intense feelings must be - and she decides she needs to get it back.

Instead of translations, she hatefully scribbles down everything that she wants to do to Sebastian Sallow - she wants punch his stupid face, wait: she wants to kiss his stupid freckled face and hold his silly beautiful hands and she wants to feel the deep rumble of his laugh after her jokes as she rests her head on his shoulder and she wants to read next to him and have things be back to how they always were, and yet she wants more than that, more than just being friends, it's what she's wanted all along, isn't it? - and she marches after him when the class has finished.

Sebastian doesn't spare her a glance even though he has to know she's behind him with how much noise her frustrated huffing makes as they weave through the throngs of students in the hallways. It's lunchtime, and yet instead of heading to the Great Hall, he's leading her somewhere else.

He finally stops when they reach the top of the Astronomy Tower, and she opens her mouth to protest. She knows she's terribly flushed, her chest heaving as she glares up at him: "You are despicable! I need my quill -"

She's cut off from speaking as before she knows it, his hands are caressing her face and he is kissing her. Oh, Merlin, it's better than she could have hoped it to be, and her own traitorous body and mind have forgotten the alliance formed against him in the face of Sebastian Sallow's persistence and she's wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down closer, making sure he can't get away from her again.

Maybe later she can show him all of her notes on how much she hates him and they can have a laugh. Maybe later they can revisit some passages from the book she filched.

But right now, she doesn't let go of Sebastian.

[lehguru]

Uh, okay, what about a One Piece Mens (Ace, Law, Crocodile and Sabo) with a Fem! S/o who has a Devil Fruit conected to flowers? Like, she can create flowers and even use them as a weapon or make poison 👀

FLOWERS + ONE PIECE MEN

info: i hope you like this!!! tw mentions of murder and things of that nature || commissions/ko-fi + b-day raffle (open until the 15th)

ace finds your devil fruit simply stunning. whenever you use your powers, his eyes shine so bright and his smile gets so wide—if you look at him, you would almost see a tail wiggling behind him. he often asks you questions about specific flowers that you always use, a soft smile playing on his lips as he hears you ramble. make him a bouquet of your favorite flowers and catch him almost crying out of joy; sharing something like that with him will always make him love you even more.

law considered you his right hand during medical emergencies. he could always count on you to help him with your flowers, law himself often using them to make medicines for the ship. you don't know about it, but he keeps a small diary with all of your flowers and their descriptions; his favorite hobby now is payong attention to you, so he can fill even more pages in the diary. whenever you handle anything by yourself, he smirks with pride—though, he wouldn't admit that to anyone but yourself.

to crocodile, you were just a pawn that he used to poison his enemies easily. slowly, you grew in his heart; your favorite flowers slowly appearing all over his house, you got sent to less and less dangerous missions without a proper explanation as to why. when you two started to have a relationship, you became his most prized thing in the world—he would say that is just because of your devil fruit, but you knew it wasn't just that. the only way that he allows you to use your powers now is to keep the garden, that he built just for you, alive and bright.

sabo finds your devil fruit very amusing. he always loved how you could be the most majestic person alive, but also the most dangerous enemy. his favorite thing is to lay on a field of the flowers you grew, knowing damn well you could use them to kill him at any time. but you wouldn't. his biggest dream became making the world free, so you could give people joy with your flowers, the same way that you gave him joy. during battles, he always makes sure to be close to you, in case you're too focused on making your flowers grow and you don't see a potential attack. he is always ready to have your back, but he would always brush it off as "taking care of the best florist he knows".

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[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

There was an error with my request and idk if the last one sent or not so apologies 😭

Sonic and Shadow (separate) x reader who’s painfully oblivious to their advances and flirting, like they could say that they like them only for the reader to be like “great! I like you too!” And walk away, the reader does like them but is blind to flirting.

I just want to see them so deep in the friend zone, i love seeing them in pain(´∀｀)

Keep up the good work!

“How Can One Person Be So Oblivious?!” (Sonic Version)

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog x Oblivious Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon, they requested two!)

Description: Sonic never thought someone could be this oblivious, and he knew Amy! (No offense to her, of course-) So why were you not accepting his advances?!

Notes: Oooh my first separate request! I’ll post the Sonic one first and the Shadow one after so you guys don’t have to scroll so much!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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Sonic the Hedgehog was not usually one to get frustrated.

But with you; Boy, were you frustrating!

You never picked up on his flirting attempts, saw any of his gifts as gifts from a friend, and you flirted back like it was a game!

So he had to try one last attempt; A genuine confession.

Not like what happened last time, where you walked away after he said he had liked you, saying, "I like you too, Sonic! Cya friend!" That one had stung-

But he was determined. He was Sonic the Hedgehog, the Blue Blur, the fastest thing alive! It’ll work this time, dangit!

And with that in mind, he set off, running to your favorite hangout spot, finding you there planting some flowers.

“Hey [Name]!” Sonic says, causing you to turn your head, smiling when you see him.

“Hi Sonic!” you say, waving at him.

“Do you have a moment?” Sonic asks.

“Just let me finish planting this flower,” you tell him.

Patting the flower down and covering it up with the dirt you dug up, you take your digging gloves off and set them aside. Sonic lets out a snicker.

“Were you wearing garden gloves over your regular gloves?” he asks.

“Yeah I was, so what?” you ask, faking being annoyed, a silly smirk on your face, causing Sonic to chuckle. “Anyway, what’d you wanna tell me?”

“Oh, uh, right. Er, how do I start this…” Sonic mutters. “You, um, remember how I said I liked you?”

You nod, tilting your head to the side, silently asking him to continue.

“Uh, well…I…” Sonic starts. “I…like you more than a friend, [Name].”

“Oh! So like a best friend?” you ask. “I thought we already were best friends?”

“MORE than a best friend!” Sonic says.

“…A super best friend?-”

“Y’know what, just- Get over here!”

“Wh-”

He cuts you off with a kiss on your lips, which you quickly reciprocate, him cupping your cheek.

You two break the kiss after a few seconds, staring into each other’s eyes.

“…So does this make us “friends with benefits” or-”

Sonic lets out a groan, causing you to burst out laughing.

“I’m joking, I’m joking! I love you too, ya dork!” you tell him.

“I’m the dork?! You never saw any of my signs!” Sonic says with a playful grin, jokingly shoving you, causing you to laugh again.

Neither of you could be happier.

…Though Sonic still wishes he had kissed you before.

Oh well!

[loveandleases]

Since of course Chris and Jade deserve to be miserable, I initially wanted to break them up, but I've since thought that maybe they could be even more unhappy together.

And thinking of some of the little things that could happen with an Mc who wants kids is so gratifying. Though people have mentioned some of these already, but hey, I just really like them.

Chris seeing mc have the family they've always wanted, but with someone else.

Mc's parents doting on their grandchildren and not paying as much attention to Jade.

The parents asking Chris and Jade when they're getting married and starting a family.

Friends, family and even aquaintances all fawning over their children, talking about how sweet and adorable they are.

And maybe even with the children instinctively disliking Chris and Jade, and being absolute gremlins with them,😈(Cam would be so proud), but with everyone else they're absolute angels.😇 So if they say anything to anyone, nobody believes them, like, "Don't be ridiculous, they would never do something like that." And "They didn't mean to get jelly on your new dress."

And the kids innocently saying little things like, "My parents are soulmates, are you two soulmates?" , "My mommy/daddy says they almost married a bad person, I'm glad they married (other)daddy/mommy.

And just in general being a happy and loving family, while Chris and Jade pretend to be satisfied.

Although my Mc is too gentle and conflict avoident to be purposely vindicative, I think she would still enjoy seeing how these things affect those two. That is, if she even let her children around any of them, which in retrospect, she'll probably cut all contact long before then.

Still some fun what ifs though. Hope you have a good day~

Jade is so used to being at the center of the holiday cards that get sent out from the family, only to be replaced by MC's kid(s). So, Jade ends up just being a footnote on the family card (if MC allows them to be around the grandparents).

Oh, even if Cam is just being his best uncle self, he will support those little angels (gremlins). They would never take Chris' keys and flush them down the toilet. Utter lies! They're good, and would play into Jade/Chris' insecurities. Have a good day/evening/night ~

[gotham-daydreams]

Hello!! I love your batfam series, rereading chap 2 got me thinking: Imagine Christmas

Reader is a child, they're so excited for Christmas, perhaps her new family forgot about her birthday because she's new to the manor, but no one forgets Christmas! Maybe this is the chance to spend time with their whole family! Reader takes the time to make little Christmas cards for everyone, each with her own wishes for them like:

"I hope this year, you get that [insert what the character is interested in here] you've always wanted!" and they add sweet little notes and doodles too.

It's Christmas eve, reader goes to where the tree and presents are, they want to put the cards on the mantle, or maybe the table? just somewhere where everyone can see them.

Reader passes the gifts and they get curious and excited.

'I wonder which one's mine?' their eyes get all sparkly and their smile widens, they place the cards on the table and head to the gifts, they read each tag.

"Dick, Jason, Tim, Dick, Alfred, Bruce, Bruce..." But no [Y/N]... No, that can't be true right? Everyone gets a present on Christmas, all the kids on the nice list gets a present, and [Y/N] made sure that they were nice all year, I mean, look at all they've done for their family! As tears well up in their eyes, a choked sob escapes [Y/N].

The door creaks open, "Master Y/N? What are you doing here so late?" Alfred asks.

"*hic* Christmas *hic* cards..." Alfred is alerted by the child's crying.

"Now, Master Y/N, why are you crying? Are you hurt?"

"Alfred...*hic* I was nice all year, right?" Alfred nods at this. "Then...why didn't I get a present?" Reader looks up at Alfred with those sad eyes, all hurt and desperate for an answer.

Alfred thinks for a moment and in an attempt to comfort the child, "Master Y/N, your gift isn't here because it's coming tomorrow, it's a very special gift, so it took some time to come here."

Reader calms down at this and asks, "Really?"

"Yes, Master Y/N, now, we must get you to bed, it's quite late, off you go now." Alfred leads them to their room and as Reader bids Alfred goodnight, Alfred is thinking of what he can order for Reader that would make them happy and that could be delivered immediately tomorrow.

please forgive me that it is very long hehe, it's my first time sending an ask ❤���

thank you for the batfam series tho 😊

I'm honored to have your first ask be sent to me! And I also apologize for the horrendous delay 😅

Don't worry about the length, I love long asks and your writing is amazing! I can definitely see that happening in the story, and can even imagine more of it!

Like imagine the family going back to look at the cards, and never really questioning where they came from or who wrote them until recently? Like, they sort of all had an assumption of who it was or could be, and didn't bother to really look into it until, well, all that happens takes place.

Imagine the reader had their letters sent to Dick, and tried to leave them by the window in the kitchen or hall for Jason. How they would sneak into Bruce's study to leave the note right on top of all the work he had left to do, and slipped a little envelope or note under Tim's door. They've tried to give it to Damian in person, but maybe got all nervous and just attached it to Titus' collar instead. Of course, Alfred always gets his handed to him or put into a little nook in the kitchen wall that only both of them know about. With Barbara's getting hers in the mail or rested upon a counter top, Cassandra's by a little side table next to her room, and Stephanie's close to the front door.

Imagine little reader trying to come up with new locations and areas every year, and trying to be more positive in their letters and also make them more meaningful - but just find it hard. It's hard to make something mean anything when you barely know the person your giving it too aside from exchanges that don't go past greetings and so on, but the reader tries as much as they can. Until that, like with all the things they tried to do, eventually stops as well - but maybe in a fit of self loathing. With them finding their own letters to be annoying, and the gifts they try to give obnoxious or meanings.

It drives them up the wall so much they eventually can't take it, and come apart. Hell, maybe they still continued the little 'tradition' but stuck to the little notes and letters. Now having grown used to getting no reply in return.

I know on that first night, Alfred most likely, personally tries to search for something before going out and getting it himself if he can. At least personally, I'd imagine it's a music box and it sort of serves as one of the inspirations that the reader has for even trying out music. Especially when it's the first thing they see when they get up the next day, and the soft melody is the first thing they hear.

It could have a larger effect from there, having been the reason the reader starts out doing school plays and so on - since it has two people dancing as the lullaby plays - before the reader eventually falls in love with music.

Ah! But that's just my own interpretation, and again, thanks so much for sharing! I'm so sorry about the delay, and not noticing this ask sooner! I love the idea, and can definitely see something like that happening in the series :]

[wonjuii]

heyy i sent another ask to whoever that niki girl, but i wanted to give you the same advice because you seemed more civil about it, im not here for siding but i used to be old moots with both of you and this drama made me giggle a bit but also bvery worried, problems like this can get you really into your feels and can ruin your mental health, so please take this how you will, taking abreak is great and not replying to their hate anons is something you should also do, i think its baffling to that she claims shes innocent when she and her sister sent those asks, so please ignore them, every single one. be happy with the moots you have for now and a little tip? dont enter groupchats or over share with another person on the internet, youll really really soon regret that you made that connection esp when it was more than just casual. you have great potential and deserve to continue w these moodboards without having this underlying guilt between another creator. seeing how even some people "enjoy" the drama, is hurtful because im highly sensitive and even a little feud can hurt me, now ill say this drama is also very very ri-doncidonc (ridiculous) and this slur debate is hella funny, like- youre KIDS, please. take. a. seat. but on the other hand, im hearing "dodo and chei" a lot so im guessing this is THEIR problems, not yours. please take this drama privately and if youre mature enough, ignore the people who hurt your loved one and focus on comforting them. but im seeing a misunderstanding from both sides. there are many decently okay people on this earth, but some arent meant for you specifically. its universal,,

if i get a "youre too invested" yes i am, because this hits home on where i cared about smth when i was way younger and now deeply regret it and wanted to give a not-so-fluff pep talk to the both who made it public, enjoy yourself !

AWWW TYSM with the advice! I was really confused and stressed but it's okay, thank you with the helpful advice!

[biancadoes1]

So yesterday people spiraled for J's story and today they are spiraling for a video in black and white where you can see Jake (pretty sure that it's his nose) during a birthday party of his friend. Naturally people assume that the short shadow near him is Nic. I assure you that you can't see shit, you can't tell who the person near him is. As for one of the asks that you published yesterday, were anon asked you to provide proof of N and J not dating, I would like to give my answer. For me it was the video of them holding hands in NYC, which should have made me leave the ship right? No girl, not even my hips sway like that. But if you are so sure that they are together, why are you here asking for proof and not out there celebrating this beautiful love story that you are seeing?

Good question.

Why are they here instead of celebrating their ship?

Also, you sent in another ask to update about her recently following people that were at that party as well.

It still doesn't sway anyone. She can go to a party with these people and it still won't mean anything.

Like I said, until there's solid, in your face proof or she tells everyone to quit the shit, stuff like this will not move me or anyone else still shipping.

[myfictionaldreams]

REQUESTS UPDATE ღ (pls read!)

Hello, beautiful people. Firstly, thank you so much for sticking with me after my (nearly) year-long break. I don't want to go on for too long regarding why I was off; it was as simple as being burnt out from writing, wanting to read more and working full-time.

I absolutely love writing and have been doing these little fanfictions for nearly 4 years (which is crazy to me!). Over that time, I have written 175 one-shots (WTF). I honestly have put more effort and love into writing than I probably did my uni degree (no regrets).

So this is where I come from a place of peace and love and when I say I appreciate every like, comment, interaction, follow etc, it means the absolute world to me. Truthfully, it is hard to come onto a website and fear what others might say to me because I might look ungrateful.

What I'm trying to get at is that I have written 31 Poly!Marauders fics & 37 mafia!stucky fics. I love both of these worlds so much; however, I have repeatedly written these two over and over again, and at some point along the way, I've become a little burnt out with them. There are only so many ways I can write about them both. The issue is that I have my requests open, and the only requests I will receive are for either group. AGAIN, I appreciate every single one, and I absolutely love and feel honoured that you all love these small worlds I've created and want to see more. However, I'm finding it increasingly more difficult to find the motivation to write for them. This is not to say I'm never going to write for them again because that's a giant lie, I currently have 4 requests that I will write that are marauders/stucky however I just need to vent what I'm thinking.

I would love to write for different characters, more fandoms or even just one character out of the groups, just anything to mix up my content. It's difficult as I love requests, but as soon as they're open, I know I'm just going to get marauders or stucky requests, so I'm stuck in the same cycle of ONLY posting these as I like to complete requests ASAP. I could just stop accepting requests and write what I want to write, but again, I love having requests and removing that option will be a last resort.

I'm not really sure what I'm asking, and I'm not even sure that anyone who sends requests will even read this, but on my blog, I just want to vent for a moment, please. I don't know whether I'm just going to sound rude or if anyone else understands what I mean?

Anyway, again, I love you all and I do appreciate any request sent my way.

Request Rules;

Please don't hesitate to ask/message about writing different characters and shows. I'm happy to write for lots of other characters as long as I know who they are, I'm happy to try.

Please don’t ask for Part 2 of stories unless you give me specific details. I’ve written over 100 one-shots, so it’s hard to come up with an idea sometimes for Part 2’s when the stories were initially meant to just be one-shots. I’m happy to do P2; just give me a little thought or something!

Additionally, I need more than just “character name - angst”; my old creative brain needs a little more juice and idea, so please be as specific as possible, even if it’s just a sentence!

I really appreciate if you loved a specific fic that I’ve already written, but if you ask for the same fic again or something extremely similar, I probably won’t be able to write it as I don’t want to just keep writing the exact same fic.

I may not be able to write all ideas if they don’t usually match my writing style, or I do not think I could make them exciting (sorry in advance if I don’t write your ideas!)

I especially don’t want to write anything to do with marriage/weddings, pregnancy, birth or characters having children, so please do not ask.

Please don’t send multiple asks with the same request, I’m only one person working full time, so I’m not able to write every hour of every day. Give me some time to write them, and also, as stated above, it might be something I don’t necessarily want to write, so please respect this.

Sorry for all the negativity. If you have actually read this, thank you. And anyone who interacts with my posts or blog THANK YOU & I LOVE YOU.

[marshemillow]

your analogy hinges on people only being able to care about one thing at a time, requiring we sacrifice one cause for the good of the other, which i would hope isn’t something you actually believe. BOTH are problems. one is a much greater problem, but the other is a problem i can actually influence myself. “threatened species need conservation efforts too” doesn’t suddenly mean “we should let all the critically endangered species go extinct to save those threatened species,” it means we need to put our efforts towards fixing both. because one is a more serious issue, but they both are issues that must be addressed nonetheless.

i cannot stop child sexual exploitation rings, believe it or not. i don’t work in law enforcement, i’m barred from it by my disability actually. they need much more resources than i could provide. i have exactly zero influence over fixing that problem. but i DO have influence in fandom spaces, and i can do a whole lot of something about the evils present there. the lesser of two evils is still evil. being aroused at the thought of children, even in fiction, is evil. it makes you an evil person. you might not be a predator, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t evil too. you’re just a different kind.

i’m also nonbinary by the way? no clue where we got nazism and transphobia from.

You just gave me a whole speech about how people who have bad thoughts and watch bad cartoons are evil, and you're confused about why I thought you were a nazi? You're either taking the piss or a goddamn idiot, and I'm not willing to entertain your bullshit either way.

Your "influence" has actually done nothing but drive good people out of fandom and scared people to suicide, by the way; People who don't even have sexual thoughts about children, we're talking people who just got caught up in the crossfire. If you think that kind of oppressive environment is less evil than being able to talk about abuse openly and realistically, well then I guess good for you?? But you can miss me with that shit. Being queer yourself doesn't absolve you of spreading bigotry, it just makes you a hypocrite.

Look at me, anon; People play Counter Strike every goddamn day, and I don't see your type ever call them degenerates for fantasizing about violence and getting off on killing people, even child NPCs, but as soon as the motive is sexual it's completely different. Why? Think on that, look up what purity culture is, look up what evangelical Christianity is, then look back at this bullshit you sent me and see if you notice a pattern.

Also, I love how in the conservation example, both groups still include real animals. What about fictional animals? Don't endangered pokemon worry you too, anon? Shouldn't you be crusading against the bad treatment of people's Clefairys and Geodudes? Why do people force their pokemon to fight to the point where they lose consciousness??? The fact that people even THINK about that let alone actually do it in pokemon the video game makes them evil!!! Animal cruelty is not a joke!!! Pokemon may not matter like real animals, but fantasizing about forcing animals to fight to near death still makes you an evil person!!!

Any more asks like this will be blocked and deleted. I'm tired, okay? Maybe one day when you grow up and have real problems, people watching cartoons will be less of an issue to you and normalized bullying and cyberstalking of real children will be more of an issue. Hopefully. Now fuck off.

[m-jelly]

Forgive my sins - Chapter 3

Levi x fem reader

Levi learns the truth and fights with possessive and yandere feelings while you play his new pet very well.

Ao3

You slammed the car door and huffed, causing your hot breath to curl in the cold air. Before you, there was a simple-looking bakery with a few fashion shops, nerdy shops, and a place with plushies. People didn’t know that all of it was a front and behind them was one of many bases you and Viktor had. The money from the businesses was useful.

Viktor moved to your side and huffed. “You think we can manage?”

You hummed in thought. “I think we can. We’re the best.”

He smirked and walked with you into the bakery. “Positivity is good.” He grabbed two baked goods from the manager and handed you a hot-filled bun. “You can make anyone talk.”

You bit the bun and walked into the back. “Think it’s my stellar personality.”

He tapped a pattern with his power on a wall causing a sigil to appear and the wall to open. “It is rather lovely.”

You walked through the portal wall into the other side and paused as it closed behind Viktor. “Thank you. I would have been a bit sad if you didn’t like what I had to offer.”

“How could I not?” He walked down the hall with you as a mix of demons, humans and angels moved past. “You’re a peach. So, I wanted to ask you something.”

You hummed. “Shoot.”

He opened the door to reveal a man chained to a chair with blood coming from his nose. “You gonna reveal what you are to Levi?”

You released a long sigh and entered the room, which was pungent with blood, sweat, and urine. “Yes. I want to be honest with him. I also understand we need his help. Levi is powerful and special, but I don’t know why he’s so strong and special. It’ll be good to have him.”

Viktor smiled. “You’re right.”

A guard rose to his feet. “Nothing.”

“Leave it to us.” He finished his bun and threw the wrapper at the chained-up angel.

The angel grunted. “Fuck you, dickhead. You think I’ll talk!? I am strong! Lucian has blessed me!” He grinned. “I am…” He went quiet when he saw you. “Such beauty. You must be destined for Lucian.”

You smirked at him. “He doesn’t know.”

Viktor hummed as he observed for a bit. “Well, you do seem rather angelic.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or disgusted.”

Viktor laughed. “It’s a good thing. Means you’re pretty and approachable.”

The angel frowned. “I don’t understand what’s going on.” He shuffled and leaned towards you. “You have to get away from this beast.”

You eyed Viktor. “Beast, huh?” You looked over at the angel. “Why?”

“He’s a demon!”

You snorted a laugh. “Oh, sweet darling.” Your eyes went dark, a beautiful mix of black and red. “I am one too.”

He shook his head. “No, no you can’t be!”

You pushed your hair back and revealed your beautiful horns. “Sorry to ruin it for you, but I am a demon and we need something from you.”

He sank back in his chair. “I…no…I..”

You grabbed his face and squeezed. “Be a good boy and tell us where the gods are.”

He frowned a little. “The gods? They’re all in their homes in their lands.” He looked over at Viktor. “I don’t understand.”

You squeezed tighter. “You know which ones I’m referring to.”

He shook his head, he was even more confused. “No, I don’t.”

Viktor leaned closer. “The married couple. The ones who were deeply in love.”

His eyes widened. “Them? The ones you demons idolised because they were soft with you!” He laughed. “Gone.”

“Gone where?”

He shrugged. “Does it matter? They got in the way of Lucian’s mission. They protected that dirty demon Minerva. She is a whore, a slut and a disgusting-.”

You sent your smoke ability into him, his eyes turned black as you made him live through his worst nightmares while hearing your voice. “She was a survivor of his torture. He stalked her, touched her and tried to force himself on her. He did things to her that you all claim demons do. We’ve done nothing to you angels, but you keep on insisting on hurting us.” You smirked at seeing his tears. “How does it feel? Experiencing all our suffering must be a shock to the system.”

He shook. “Gods, forgive me. What have we done?”

Viktor leaned closer to the angel’s face. “Where are they?”

“I…I…they…”

“I’ll have to look into his soul.” He placed his hand on the angel’s back and sent his ability in. “Hmm…he barely knows a thing, only that Lucian had a meeting with them and after that meeting, they were gone.”

You glanced at your friend. “Are they dead?”

“No.” He pulled back and looked at you. “Alive, but hidden. Lucian appeared very powerful before seeing them and after he was weak.”

“He must have stored up power.”

You released the angel and sighed. “At least we know Lucian was the one who moved them.”

Viktor walked with you down the hall. “At least we know they’re not dead. They’re locked up somewhere.”

You frowned a bit. “Why did he get all that power?” The idea plagued your mind for a moment. The power that rolled off Lucian seemed almost godly. “Are we sure Lucian is an angel?”

Viktor paused in the hall. “Are you suggesting he’s not?”

“Something is off about him. I’ve never known an angel to command so many others, to have such strong charisma and have a lot of people swoon for him.” You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms. “Plus, he was shocked when he didn’t sway Minerva and was certainly confused by me too.”

Viktor rubbed the back of his neck as he considered your words. “It’s possible he is half angel. One of his parents must be a God, but why hide it? There are a lot of half-gods.”

“An affair?”

Viktor smirked. “Not surprised some God fucked around. For people who promote love and soulmates, they’re pretty bad. I think us demons are the only loyal ones.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re right.”

“You know what we have to do, right?”

You pulled a face a bit. “We need to get close to Lucian and to do that I either need to flirt with him, you work with him or we get someone on the inside.”

Viktor put his arm around you. “You know which one.”

You released a long sigh as you walked with your dear friend. “Levi is our best option. I don’t like the idea of using my soulmate.”

Viktor led you to your office and dropped into the big sofa, but he dwarfed it a bit with his size. “We’re not going to be using him if you approach this correctly. Confess what you are and let him lead this. Make sure you tell him how you feel about him but why you’re around and why we’re so angry. Let him choose what he’ll do.”

You sat on your desk. “And what if he says no to helping and decides to kill me?”

“I’ll save you before he does, we’ll escape together and carry on working hard like we’ve done before.” He released a long groan. “And I’ll let you date Lucifer. You could be happy and have a rather powerful kid.”

You smiled at the thought of a sweet child. “I could try and make it work with him. We’ll need to work hard on communication though.”

“I believe in you.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Wait, you think Lucifer and I are incredibly bad together 'cause you think he’s an ass sometimes, which means…”

He smirked at you. “I strongly believe in Levi. The bond you two have is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

You flopped back on your desk and stared at the ceiling. “You have so much faith and yet I’m losing all of mine.”

“You’ve seen a lot of horrors.” He got up and strolled over to you. “Plus, you have a shit ex.” He leaned over and looked down at you. “If Levi does not stand by you and tries to kill you I will cut my fucking wings off. I love Lucifer as a dear friend, but he is a shit partner to you.”

You giggled at your friend being so protective of you. You reached up and cupped his handsome face. “You’re the best.”

“I know.” He pulled back. “So, you going to message Levi?”

You sat up and sighed. “Yeah.”

Viktor perched his bum on the desk. “Maybe you should invite him to one of our shows.”

You pulled your phone out and smirked. “What, so I give the poor man a heart attack?”

“Don’t you want to see him all flustered and horny for you before you tell him you’re a demon?”

You giggled. “I guess so.”

Levi shuffled in his seat and felt nervous. He'd been getting rather close with you and now he had been invited to your show. He knew this meant seeing you in a new light and way. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was excited.

He watched Viktor introduce the show, then others do their thing. Levi was still waiting for you. He still hadn't seen you at the halfway point. He listened in to the largely male audience and heard them mention you a lot. It seemed you were the popular one to see.

He returned to his seat and watched the show again. He perked up when you slowly descended from above wrapped in silk cloth. He marvelled as you used them to twirl around, you'd climb up them, then spin and drop a little. He knew you had to have incredible strength for those acrobatics.

Levi's breath hitched in his throat as the room became dark. You landed on your feet at the end, then your hummed laugh echoed through the hall. Levi grunted when shadows strapped him to the chair. He struggled and fought as humiliation took over from being tricked by a pretty face.

He heard you humming a song softly as the gentlemen slowly cleared out of the room leaving Levi alone. He clenched his fists and yanked up, but he was stuck. He looked up to see you walk forward as your body slowly changed. Black horns grew from your head and looked combed back. A black line ran from your bottle lip and down your neck. Your fingers became a little longer and sharper, as well as black. The black spread up your hands and halfway up your forearms. Levi hated demons, but he had to admit you were the most beautiful one he'd ever seen, even more so when your big black wigs burst from your back.

You hummed a laugh. "My, my Levi, I must say." You ran your hands up his and leaned your face to be level with his so he could see your sharp canines, little black scales on the edges of your face and demon eyes. "You have been the most enjoyable demon hunter I've ever come across."

Levi fought your hold on his heart. "Tch, you used me so you could kill me."

"Used you?" You cupped the side of his face. "I didn't. Our moments together were real and full of heart."

"You have no heart."

You pulled back, then let out a long sigh. "The problem with you hunters and humans is you get everything wrong about us demons."

He lunged for you. "You kill innocent people!"

You flicked your finger up making Levi go up and be strung up by his wrists. You ran your hands up his sides and hummed in delight. "I don't kill innocent people. Demons don't kill innocent people. We were put here to hurt and punish the bad. Your angels are lying to you. You, humans, punish the bad when they're alive and we do it in death, so why are we considered wicked and yet you can all do as you please and get praised?"

He huffed. "Fine, if you're telling the truth."

"I am. Demons cannot lie."

He sighed. "Fine. You punish bad humans, okay? So, why the fuck am I being asked to kill you all?"

You shrugged. "Ask your white-feathered asshole bosses. Maybe they hate the fact that the creators still love us demons. Maybe one of them is trying to hide the fact that he committed an awful sin against a sweet innocent woman. Maybe that angel wants power over everything and to make others his slaves. They got rid of incredible and wonderful gods.”

"You are being hunted because you’re stubborn. You take pleasure in hurting others."

You walked up to Levi and grabbed his jaw in your hand. "Would you follow an angel who abused a woman because she wouldn’t love him?”

Levi groaned. "No."

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip. "Now you're getting it."

He sighed. "So, is this the part where you kill me?"

You hummed a laugh. "No. I'm not going to kill you. I'd never kill you. I like you a lot, Levi. I don't see you as a toy. I see you as a wonderful man. You’re my soulmate."

"So, why am I tied up like this?"

"A few reasons." You smirked. "One, you look great like this. Two, so you would listen to me without trying to kill me and three..." You slid your arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "I want to explore your tempting body." You pulled back and let him drop to his feet. "But! I will resist the temptation."

Levi stood up and clicked his neck. "I could kill you."

You sat down on the edge of the stage and smiled. "You could, but then you would miss out on a great deal."

"A deal with a demon?"

You hummed a laugh. "I know, I know, but trust me on this it doesn't involve your soul. I want to help you on your mission. I'm bored of this whole dancing and sexy stuff. I want to help you stop naughty demons, as well as some angels."

"I don't kill angels."

You smiled. "Not yet."

He let out a long sigh. "Why exactly do you want to help? It can't be just boredom"

You stretched your arms above your head and moaned. "Boredom and the fact that there is something deeper going on. Aren't you curious?"

He stared at you for a while. “You lied to me all this time. You lied to me about what you are, who you are.” He walked closer to you. “Who are you exactly?”

Your eyes little as he touched your horns a bit. “I um…I’m an ancient demon. I’m one of the first few demons.”

“So, you’ve been around since the beginning of time?”

You smiled sadly. “Pretty much.”

He grabbed your neck and squeezed tightly. “I could kill you. Killing an original demon would do wonders for us.”

You gasped and gazed up at Levi. “It’d be a pleasure to die by your hands.”

His heart throbbed in his chest, it was impossible to kill you. He crashed his lips against yours, his tongue moving in a heated passion. He pulled back and released you. “Shit.” He panted a little. “You.” He gazed at you to see you were a shivering weak mess. “Do I have that much power over you?”

You mewled at him. “Levi.”

“I want to trust you. I want you.” He shoved you down onto your back on the stage and dove for your neck. He licked and sucked your skin making you moan as your soul tingled. The fire and desire in Levi were in overdrive, he could feel the connection and bond of love. “I want to devour you and possess you.” He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand. “How do I have you? How can I trust you?” He tilted his head as he studied you. “I know just the thing. Stay.”

You watched Levi walk out of the room. You slowly sat up and felt your legs shaking from arousal, you wanted his man so badly you felt like you were burning. You flinched when he returned to you, the way he walked right up to you was so powerful and commanding. You felt yourself drooling when he towered over you, you were hoping he’d praise you.

Levi slammed a case down on the stage next to your hip. He flicked his gaze to you as he opened the case. “Good girl for staying.” He held back a smirk when he saw your eyes light up. He looked down at the case to show two golden bands with sigils on. He placed one on his right wrist as he spoke. “You must really want me to trust you.”

You nodded. “I do, Levi. I really do.”

He put the other clasp around your neck. “A collar. This binds us together, places me in control and stops you from running. A magical tether will appear if you try and run. You can’t use your powers unless I let you.” He eyed you. “You’re no longer in demon form because of this.”

You reached up and touched your head and then the collar. “I’m like a pet.”

“A pet that kills by my command.”

You purred and leaned up towards him. “I like it.”

He studied you for a bit. He summoned the line between your choker and his bracelet before yanking you against his body. “Be a good. You will be punished if you don’t.”

You dropped to your knees and pawed at his crotch making him blush. You looked up at him through your lashes. “I swear my loyalty to you. I’ll do anything you ask of me…” You licked your lips and smirked. “Master.”

Levi went bright red. “Tch, brat.” He held your chin. “If I’m going to try and investigate this angel thing and the missing gods I will need you with me, right?”

You nuzzled his pelvis and hummed. “Yes. I can help you. Plus, people will be in awe of you. You’re so strong to have an ancient demon at your beck and call.”

He grunted as he felt arousal throb through him. He moaned your name. He reached down and tangled his fingers in your hair before tugging back your head a bit. “You…” He huffed a bit. “You can’t be in your demon form or human the whole time. Sometimes I’ll have to sneak you into meetings about the order and missions.”

“Oh! I can become a cute kitty.”

Levi flinched when you turned into a black cat with a cute golden collar. “Impressive.” He scooped you up. “This will work.”

You purred. “Hold me close.”

Levi hugged you a little. “I guess you have to live with me. Try and be a cat most of the time.”

“Yes, Levi.”

Viktor cleared his throat. “Is that because she’s so beautiful in her human and demon form?”

Levi went red because Viktor was right, you were so stunning and attractive that having you as a cat made it easier for him to deal with you. “Are you here to kill me?”

“No, I was here to protect her. If you chose to kill her I was going to save her and help her get back with her ex.”

Levi clenched up. “Ex? Who?”

Viktor liked the jealousy in Levi, it looked good on him and it was just the right kind that you would like that would leave to a lot of passion. “Lucifer himself.”

He gritted his teeth and looked down at you. “Do you love him?”

You purred at Levi. “I had strong feelings for him and there was some love.”

“Human form, now.”

Viktor chuckled. “I’ll leave you both alone.”

You jumped out of Levi’s arms and turned into your normal form. “Yes?”

He yanked you against him by the golden thread. “Listen here.” He moaned your name as his hand ran up your back. “You will never go back to him. You’re mine.” He bit your neck and sucked on your skin. “Remember that.”

“Y-Yes.”

He pulled back and sighed. “Home.”

You’d been living with Levi for a few days now, mostly in your cat form. Most of the time he was out of the apartment so you were left alone to your own devices. So, you spent a lot of it catching up on sleep. When Levi was out, you’d be in your human form and do a lot of things around his massive apartment. It was rather funny when you moved around and people saw you because most assumed Levi was single and would never have someone in his life.

Your heart did hurt a little because Levi was so used to you being a cat that he didn’t see you as a person anymore, you were a pet and you just accepted it. The mission to stop the angels was clearly on hold. It hurt a little to feel forgotten and being left with your thoughts and feelings hurt, all you could think about was the gods. The two that were missing treated you like their own daughter, so their absence hurt so much.

One night, the pain of it all was too much and the scar around your neck hurt. You curled up on the sofa in your human form, weak form your heart and head. You softly sobbed and prayed a little to the gods you saw as parents hoping that maybe they’d hear you this time, but you knew there was no chance. Being strong all the time for others draining.

As you lay there softly praying and crying you were unaware that Levi had left his room. He’d paused a moment and listened to you. He felt his heart breaking a little for you. You’d been here for days, but he’d been neglecting you all this time and it seemed like you were really in pain. He entered the living room and saw you’d passed out asleep.

He crouched next to you and carefully brushed your hair from your face to see the tears on your cheeks slowly drying. He wiped them away before kissing your forehead. “Forgive me.” He scooped you up into his arms and carried you into his bedroom. He gently lay you down and tucked you in. “I’ll treat you a little better from now on.”

You opened your eyes and inhaled deeply. You’d cried yourself to sleep and dreamt that you were lovingly held. You rolled onto your side to see Levi was sleeping next to you. You reached over and lightly caressed his cheek. You shuffled a little closer as you felt drawn to him. You hummed a bit as you felt the connection between the two of you was strong and beautiful.

Levi grabbed your hand and gazed at you. “What are you doing? You planning on killing me in my sleep?”

“I would never.”

He turned your hand and licked your wrist before chomping down. He sucked and kissed as he locked eyes with you. “Because you’re a good girl.”

You whined a little. “Y-Yes.”

Levi rolled onto you and pinned you against the bed. “I’ve been thinking.”

You whimpered. “You have?”

“About how I’ve been treating you recently. I’ll do better.”

“Levi.”

He knelt up between your legs. “These gods mean a lot to you, don’t they?”

You looked away from him. “They were like my parents.”

“You must miss them.”

“I do.”

Levi climbed off you. “Come on.”

You slipped off the bed and followed him. “Yes.”

He glanced back at you. “No more sleeping on the sofa.”

You frowned. “Where do I sleep?”

“In my bed so I can keep an eye on you.” He glanced at you. “You’re unpredictable.”

You flinched a little. “Me? I’m very well-behaved.”

He hummed as he walked closer to you. He grabbed your face with one hand and wiggled a bit. “Really? Are you sure about that?”

You mewled a little. “Well…I mean…” You pouted in his hands. “I try my best.”

He sighed as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes fixed on his actions. “I just want to kiss you all the time.”

You gripped his shirt and pressed yourself against him. “I want that.”

He tilted his head and leaned closer to your lips. His warm lips lightly brushed your soft ones but the voice of reason called out to him, you were a demon and he had a mission he’d dedicated himself to. “I need you on a mission soon.” He pulled back and released you. “You’ll do as I say, correct?”

You nodded. “Yes. You’ve nicely let me live and let me speak about angels and the gods, so I will assist you when you need it.”

He picked up his tablet and glanced at you. “Even if it means killing a demon?”

You clutched your chest a little. “The people you hunt are bad demons, ones who are sick so it’s fine.”

“Are there angels like that?”

You nodded. “Of course. Humans get sick, right? So there are sick angels and gods.”

Levi walked over and handed you his tablet. “Our target.”

You studied the notes and watched the video to see a rather sick demon. You smirked a bit because it was incredibly weak. “Piece of cake. I could rip his soul out in my sleep.” You held the tablet away from Levi when he reached for it. “What do I get if I kill this thing for you?”

“I don’t kill you. That’s reward enough, right?”

You hummed a laugh. “Really, Levi. If you wanted to kill me you would have done it by now.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re dripping with confidence right now.”

You smirked. “I have to keep you on your toes. Sure you’ve seen me a weak and submissive mess, but we’re talking about a reward and me killing. I enjoy ripping things apart and using my powers. So, this is fun for me.”

He growled a little. “What reward do you want?”

You licked your lips as you eyed him. “I want to see you with your shirt off.”

He blushed a little. “That all?”

“Yep.”

He released a long sigh. “Fine. I’ll even call you a good girl. If you’re as strong as you say and rip his soul out easily I might even let you touch me.” He grabbed the tablet back and walked you to the door. He was sure there would be a bit of a fight. “Cat form, now.”

You jumped and landed on your paws. “Ready.”

He scooped you up and sat you on his shoulders. “Behave.”

You purred and snuggled happily around his neck. “I will because I’m wrapped up in your scent. You might not like me because I’m a demon, but I adore you so much.”

Levi gulped hard and refrained from speaking. He adored you so deeply that it was impossible to describe. He wanted to be with you, but it was hard to reprogram his mind that demons weren’t scum of the Earth. Hearing that demons were bad was all over the place. Levi grew up with it on posters, on the news, in movies, on TV shows and even people talking about it.

He moved you to the passenger seat and sped off to where his target was. He glanced over at you to see you were curled up sleeping soundly on the seat. He felt love and desire inside him. All he could think about was you in your demon form, as well as you lying in bed next to him this morning. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, make love to you, devour you and keep you locked up in his home and let no one touch you.

He pulled up to the mansion the demon was living in. “We’re here.”

You stretched and yawned. “Mm, good.” You placed your paws on the door and looked out the window. “Oh, yeah I can sense a darkness here, it’s not good.” You turned to Levi. “This guy has a god complex. You’ll probably find some dead humans in there cause he’s been collecting souls to make him strong.”

“So, he’s scum.”

“Yep.”

He picked you up and walked up to the mansion. “We’ll try to talk to him first.”

You nuzzled Levi. “Uh-huh.”

He huffed a bit before banging against the front door. “Agent Levi Ackerman, open up.”

You jumped out of his arms, pulled your back leg back and kicked the door wide open. “Whoops, guess the door is open.” You trotted inside and hummed. “Yeah, stinks like death.”

Levi stormed inside the mansion. “Get back here.” He felt incredibly possessive of you. He summoned the line between you and him and tugged. “Don’t go running off to some demon.” Your ex was a demon so surely you had a thing for them and would run back to one. Levi didn’t want to lose you, he could not lose you to someone else. You were his. “Brat.”

You squeaked when you were pulled back. “Relax, Levi. I’m just finding the demon for you.”

“Don’t run off to him.”

You hummed a laugh. “I won’t leave you for a demon.” You rubbed yourself up against his legs and curled your tail around him. “You’re too delicious.”

“HEY!” Both of you looked at a demon near the top of the stairs with patches of skin that looked rotten, along with some dried cracking blood. It was clear he was infected with something. “The fuck you doing in my house?” He eyed Levi’s uniform. “Oh, the demon hunter and a cat?”

Levi pulled out his dual pistols ready to attack. “You’ve been listed for termination.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You walked forward. “Levi? Let me deal with him.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “Fine. You want your reward so much. I don’t think it’s as easy as you say.”

You turned into your demon form and smirked. “It’s easy.”

The sick demon panicked and said your demon name. “You!?”

You appeared behind him. “Me.” You slammed your hand wrapped in your whispy black and red ability allowing you to rip out his toxic and pustulous soul. You yanked out the soul and watched his body drop. “Do you have a container for this?”

Levi was in awe, you were sexy, beautiful, sensual, smart and so strong. He flinched when you moved closer. “Uh, yes I do.” He took a small device off his hip, pressed it and caused it to expand and pulse with a light. “Here.”

You pushed the soul in and sighed. “Kind of nasty this one. So, what do you do with these souls?”

“The angels deal with them.”

You tilted your head. “So, used for their own gain.”

He eyed you. “They probably try to fix them.”

You smiled at him. “You sure about that? Have you ever seen a fixed soul moving around?” You saw him gaze at the soul and a shadow cast over his handsome face. “I’ll go wash my hands.”

Levi gripped the soul container tightly, he was curious about what was going to happen to this soul so he thought maybe he would track it. The coldness of you not being right by him drifted into the room. The need to have you with him started to consume him. Levi had a partner before, but there was something much deeper to his feelings with you. He felt possessive and obsessive of you. He’d seen a similar love between his parents, but Levi’s seemed a bit more extreme.

He stormed through the mansion and found you in the kitchen scrubbing your hands and shaking a little. The want to grab you and steal you away disappeared when he saw you were in slight distress. He softly called your name. “You’ll scrub your skin off.”

You smiled a little as he took over and began drying your hands. “Sorry.”

“Did it bother you to take his soul?”

You frowned a moment. “No, I’m just worried that I might get sick from his soul.”

Levi squeezed your hands. “I didn’t like that you touched his soul.”

“Why?”

He softly spoke. “Cause I only want you to touch me.”

You smiled a little. “Levi.”

He slammed the cloth down. “I said it’s because it was dirty.” He sighed and studied you. “I guess I owe you a reward, huh?”

You grinned. “You do! Shirtless Levi and you said I can touch.”

“Once you do this you can’t do it with anyone else, understand?”

You gave him a cute salute. “Yes, sir!”

[imminent-danger-came]

Why do you think s4 lmk is sometimes seen as a drop-off in writing quality compared to earlier seasons?

IS IT REALLY. That's so funny, I personally think s4 elevated lmk's writing to unbelievably high levels. It recontextualized previous seasons in ways that cemented my faith in lmk's writing team, and proved to me that this wasn't just going to be good, it was going to be GREAT, an honest to god masterpiece.

I find that the more complex the writing, when things like love and devotion aren't put into "good" or "bad" boxes, when characters are hypocrites and things develop in a way people don't like (it doesn't make them "feel good" but the writing itself is solid), that's when people start to say things like "the writing's gotten worse". I've seen plenty of takes for characters like Wukong and Viren (from The Dragon Prince), where folks want to boil down the mess and the complexity into "the writers don't know how to write this character," when the truth is the opposite. Sometimes, characters say one thing and do another and that's on purpose, thank you. Sometimes, characters mean well and have good intentions, but they still suck. Writing like that is fucking awesome.

(Big Owl House rant incoming, turn back now if you're not interested in that)

It's not really a surprise to me that something like The Owl House, where the characters are fairly one note and everything is said out loud and the themes are much more simplistic, is/was far more popular. Obviously, I don't want to shame anyone or make people feel bad for loving toh—like it's great if you love it, keep doing that—but I do think that objectively, toh has pretty weak writing (which honestly doesn't/doesn't have to determine how much you love it).

I was discussing this with a few friends last night, how with toh, the implications are hardly thought through, and characters aren't viewed beyond the role they can serve in the episode or the arc. Like, I think of the beginning of Hollow Mind, where King says "No one wants to believe they've spent their life following the wrong person", which is fine, it's something that could be interesting given the proper execution, but when you analyze it deeper, try to find the consistent character thread...it doesn't make any actual sense for King or the development he went through at the beginning of s2. Had he said something along the lines of "No one wants to believe they've spent their life following a lie", now THAT ties directly into the lie he believed for his whole life, and to King as a character. But that's not what happened, and that's never what happened in toh.

Even with Belos, the main villain, it's clear the writers wanted Grim Walker angst for Hunter, but they didn't want to explore the implications of Belos recreating his brother over and over again. So at that point, it's like...why not just have Hunter be adopted? Why have him be a grimmwalker at all if it's not something we're going to explore deeper on Belos' end?

Needless to say, lmk isn't like that. If a character has dialogue or a scene, it's going to contribute to our perception of them and their internal motivations. If Pigsy is worried about his relation to his ancestors in s4, and what that says about him, we can actually trace that back to 2x04: tradition matters to Pigsy, and it's a huge part of his heart, identity, and life. Of COURSE Pigsy is affected when he learns his ancestor was someone he doesn't like, someone who tried to eat the love of his life. He even tries to comfort MK with what he thinks is a shared experience, and it's AGH. It's so good

If something is established in lmk, it's expanded upon. Hell, even the Mayor of all characters was given his own spotlight outside of LBD. He even has a direct parallel to Azure—following and giving service to an Emperor before becoming disillusioned and changing loyalty to the person that will bring about real change: their Lady and their King.

Anyways,

I went on a super long tangent. I can't truly know why some people think of lmk s4 as a drop-off in writing quality, but those are some thoughts from me to you!

[kyouka-supremacy]

Well.

[handsomegentlebutch]

also relating to people calling palestinian gfms scams... the "trusting third parties with no authority" thing from that person and people like them really gets me. bc that person on their first blog claims to be anti-fash and anti-cop. and yet... need to see some authority from people vetting fundraisers. like. yes please, tell me, white western tumblr user that claims to be a leftist, what ARE your ideas about authority? and whose authority do you deem valid, my fellow whitey? is it, perhaps, that you only view white, western "authority" as valid? that only white, western institutions have "authority"? why is this "authority" so important to you, so-called anti-fascist and anti-cop white leftist? is it, perhaps, that your ideas about what gives a person or entity "authority" is steeped in racism and western ideas of what "authority" is?

[picaroposting]

look okay it's bad to erase marvin's canonical sexuality and the fact that She Likes Men but i literally genuinely with all my heart think that she is a trans woman

[trickstersaint]

hey hi hello! first of all i'd like to say i took your patron saint uquiz and it. Changed my life unironically it's so good. i follow you now because every line in that quiz was a gut punch and i loved it. top tier hurt honestly

my question is this - i am a fanauthor. on the side i also write my own original fiction but i specialize in fanfic. Am I allowed to use your poetry for a reference folder? I wouldn't use your poetry in a fic without explicit permission and without linking back here of course, and I'd never use it for commercial work outside of maybe taking inspiration without copying, but I wanna have a ref folder of Things That Made Me Feel Things about a character. It's not planned to be public as of yet, it's just supposed to be a bunch of screenshots in my drafts, but I'd like to maybe one day make it public once the fic was complete. (I already have your blog linked in my drafts actually, so if it goes public I'm not gonna forget.) I just want to make sure you're comfortable with me using your poetry for fanfic of all things

It's cool if not and have a great day! I still think your poetry is great and evocative and all

hi, anon! you're all good, i prommy. so glad you like the quiz + the poetry, and i would always prefer people come and ask questions if they're uncertain! no trouble at all.

my general stance is that as long as it's clearly credited, i am totally cool with my work being used in personal projects. like you said, i've got a tag for the things that people make! i love to see what people create. if it's for a noncommercial creative project then i would say there's no need to ask beforehand (unless it would make you more comfortable to ask, in which case go ahead and i'll almost certainly say yes <3). my only thing is that if you post it, please tag me in it/send it to me so that i can reblog it here for people to see!

if there are any questions about using my work that anyone has, feel free to ask. i don't think i've got anything particular going on outside of common practice! same way you'd treat, like, a richard siken poem or smth: you wanna credit it so that people can find the source material, and make sure you're not using it for profit unless you have an understanding with that author. i trust you all to be decent about it <3 kiss kiss go out and make your cool little things so that i can be delighted and amazed with them

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

My thoughts on Mai is probably so irrelevant right now but i love thinking about the wasted potential in exploring Megumi’s dynamic with the Zenin Clan because he had to have some contact with them over the course of his childhood, meaning that Mai had to interact with the kid at some point (which she did I think it’s canon) and for Mai to instantly know that Megumi is a little child genius/prodigy. Also for Mai to have a little crush on Megumi (I know most find this disgusting seeing that those two are family but I think everyone forgets that the Zenin is built on incest)

Mai putting her hopes into Megumi of him somewhat changing the Zenin when he becomes Clan Head only for those hopes to be crushed bc Megumi fucked off? I find that so depressing because she probably didn’t understand (or fully comprehend) the reasoning behind Megumi cutting off contact. I know it probably hurt her for a while because she genuinely wanted to be close to him seeing as he was the only boy (i’m assuming) that was ever truly kind to her and her sister.

I’m clinging onto that Mai tag for dear life because I’m really interested in seeing her thoughts on Megumi. Admittedly, she probably grew out of the hero worship she had for him. Maybe it was replaced with some bitterness seeing as he wouldn’t be the Clan Head now unless something happens to Gojo, so Megumi won’t be her hope in that clan. She’s stuck with Naoya who probably wants her as a wife.

NAOYA. God my thoughts on his dynamic with Megumi…it could be something so complex. Like Naoya could see Toji in the boy, who he has an obsession with but he also see Gojo, and he also see the little brat who may fear him on some level but is not afraid to stand up to him which pisses him off. He also sees his replacement, a boy who has the potential to rival Gojo, making him the potential heir. I could see him being like the only one out of the Zenin who wants that kid gone, out of sight and out of mind. Like everyone else abuses him to make him become something great. Naoya would do it to take out his anger on the kid who is everything he always wanted to be and he doesn’t even know it.

Naobito. I have no thoughts on the old drunk. I do find it interesting how Kamo said something about how Megumi is either more useful or more suitable than Naobito. I forgot the wording. I can see Naobito truly caring for Megumi though in his own fucked up way because Megumi is everything he wanted in a heir. But that care doesn’t really stop him from hurting Megumi.

Maki. Well. Best aunt/nephew duo. If the Zenin ever had a family dinner or get together, those two are definitely the ones who sits in the corner and talks shit. They definitely try and fuck shit up in the house. You would find them in the kitchen spitting in Naoya’s food. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong? I dare you. All in all, they see a sibling in each other. Especially after losing Tsumiki/Mai. Megumi if definitely her favorite kouhai. Some may argue it’s Nobara. But listen. SEE THE VISION. Megumi has the family pass. Megumi gets Maki in a way that most don’t. But Megumi is still Yuta’s boy though. Maki sometimes fight for custody however.

Excuse my rambling guys. I was just in a silly mood thinking about Gege and his….questionable writing decisions lately.

This has been sitting half answered in my asks for like a month. If you have an ask that never got answered please know that it’s probably in my drafts haunting me.

Oh Gege’s sure. Made some decisions recently. And they’re uh. They sure are decisions. That he made. For some reason.

Maki and Megumi are the bio family dream team to me. I simply love their bond. They have identical resting bitch faces. They’re always on the same bullshit. Both are completely insane in the same way. The bio family they each always wanted but never had. Megumi is Yuuta’s Boy but that doesn’t stop Maki from making her own play for the title.

Mai’s entire thing with having a crush on Megumi becomes a little bit more comfortable if it’s framed like “he was the best option.” The Zenin do practice incest, so her entire dating pool was likely framed to her as blood family from the start. She also is the only female (other than Maki) born to that bloodline around clan leadership that we know of, so she was probably viewed as a “desirable” spouse. Marriage was probably used as a means of navigating social status, so her parents are probably planning to use her as a chip for their own political games now that their own future has sort of stagnated. After all, both their kids are sort of failures by Zenin standards, and they don’t have any other kids incoming that could do better. This is basically canon to me—they did try to make a marriage contract with Naoya, who’s very high in the clans leadership and the only other contender for clan head other than Megumi himself. She’s probably spent her entire life knowing that her parents would try for marry her off to the person in the clan with the highest status, and that’s probably been considered Naoya or one of his brothers for a long time.

There’s Naobito, the actual clan head, who appears to have had all sons. Toji appears to be Naobito’s nephew, meaning his father or mother was directly from that same line, and Megumi’s its continuation. And Naobito’s brother is Maki and Mai’s father, who produced the only girls.

The Zenin clan values power above all else, so we can assume that the line that is leading the clan tends to have a lot of cursed energy and skill. Mai and Maki didn’t get that, but they are still close tie to the line.

Mai was never supposed to be a jujutsu sorcerer. She didn’t have enough cursed energy for it. She only ended up going to the Kyoto school because Maki fucked off and the Zenin wanted to make a point. But we know how the Zenin treats women—since she didn’t have enough potential to be a sorcerer but was a member of a powerful bloodline who had cursed energy herself, she was probably viewed as a prime candidate to continue the family line, as seen with them trying to marry her off to fucking Naoya, who was a pretty high candidate for heir to the clan.

Of course, Megumi inherited the Ten Shadows. He actually did beat out Naoya for the position of heir without having put any effort or involvement into the position. He likely would have instantly shot to the top of the list for clan heir the second they knew he existed. Like, he was still installed as clan head when he actively had nothing to do with the clan. When he was a kid, and everyone was assuming they’d be able to bring him back into the clan and raise him as Zenin? It would probably be considered as close to an absolute as anything gets to them.

I could see Mai kind of romanticizing the idea of Megumi as a result, especially when she was younger Naoya was actively abusive to her and had the personality of a used gym sock dipped in shit and left on highway to rot. Megumi 1) wasn’t raised with them, so felt the least like her family 2) was actually nice to her, the one time she got to spend time with him and 3) was nice to Maki. And as bad as it was for Mai, Maki was the least accepted member of the clan at the time. She was a girl and she had little to no cursed energy. Mai canonically idolised her sister as a young girl and probably hated to see how everyone mistreated her.

Megumi intervening on her behalf when Naoya targeted her would have been monumental to her. It would have been the ultimate way of saying “everything will be okay” when she just didn’t have that sense of the future growing up.

For one thing, Megumi was guaranteed to have a position of extreme authority within the clan itself as he got older. But when he intervened on her behalf, he didn’t.

He didn’t save Mai with his own authority within the clan. He didn’t extend his protection over her, because he didn’t have any protection. When they finally all got caught, the first thing Naoya did was strike him across the face hard enough to knock him over.

They all got beaten horribly for that stunt. And they all expected it from the start, because that’s what their family did.

Megumi stuck his neck out for her. He took a beating because he didn’t like Naoya bullying her around. He intervened for Mai when it was to his own direct detriment, and she never forgot it. Her own parents weren’t doing that.

Which meant that she sort of hoped that when Megumi got older and became an authority in the clan, people would stop hurting her entirely.

Megumi didn’t have the authority as a little kid to just order Naoya to fuck off, but he was pretty much guaranteed to have it one day. There had always been people in the clan where, if you had their favor, no one could touch you. Mai had just never had anyone’s favor before. But Megumi was the Ten Shadows, and he was practically cosmically ordained as the most important person in their clan in five hundred years, and he was kind to her, and he said they could be friends. He said they’d stay friends.

It cost Megumi a lot to protect her as kids. It gave her a lot of very real hope that he’d keep doing it when it cost him nothing, and that there would come a day where it would just stop hurting so much.

And it wasn’t just her. It was also a future where Maki could maybe be happy.

One of the central facets of Mai’s character is that she desperately wishes for a world where Maki would have stayed in the clan with her. She wanted Maki to keep her promise. She wanted Maki to just be content doing a few chores and keeping her head down.

At this time, Maki hadn’t broken her promise yet, but I think that Mai still wanted that as their future. Her and Maki together, with Maki never leaving her, and both of them safe in the compound from the curses that terrified Mai.

Even if Megumi was nice to her, there should have been the lingering doubt as to whether he would also make the clan safe for Maki, but that fear got shattered when she joined them in Mai’s hideout.

He didn’t treat her like garbage. He said that they could be friends too. Maki bossed him around while they played, and the most he did was grumble at her. He treated Maki better than their own parents were treating them, and he did it without a thought.

So yeah. Mai had a lot of hopes pinned on Megumi when she was a very young girl. And I think if she had any feelings for him, it was more trying to force herself to have those feelings, because the world he offered was by far the one she wanted the most. Whether she was in love with him was almost the least important consideration.

If Mai was going to be married off to the heir to the clan, better Fushiguro “respect women” Megumi than Zenin “if she breathes she’s a thot” Naoya. He made her see a future she and Maki could be happy in for once, and then it all got ripped away.

I definitely see Mai as having a lot of bitterness towards Megumi leaving the clan, but I don’t think it was initially against him. I think she was initially bitter as hell against gojo. She was a little kid buying into the propaganda, which is that it wasn’t their Ten Shadows rejecting them, no, it was gojo stealing him away. That’s definitely changed and developed over the years, but I won’t say how.