#I’m genuinly concerned about this

[fluffypigeonsandowls]

a little late but here it Goes, (This is gonna be a bit of an analysis of the trailer along with my thoughts)

first off, seeing the trailer I was genuinly hyped for it. To first get the kinda positive things out of the way, I genuinly loved the animation (like, the visuals in Some animated shots where pretty Nice) even though it looked off sometimes (unpopular opinion i know and i have a few unpopular ones for this still) and the Jokes in this trailer… meh. Like, I didn’t laugh or chuckle at the “I think i just smurfed my pants” joke, neither did i with the “I think i swallowed my gum” one or the guacamole one…. (It’s a little funnier in the translated version from the english trailer. Which made me chuckle a a Tiny bit. They don’t mention the guacamole too) dfrbjljofghoj. Some of the voices where decent even. Most of the characters looked really Nice ngl (EXCEPT FOR SERTAIN 2 WHICH MOST OF US IN THE DISCORD CHAT KNOW ABOUT 😭)

And I really hope they also give an IN UNIVERSE explanation on WHY the HELL papa’s brother is called KEN of all things and cmon… I genuinly feel bad for Ken, being like a recoloured clone of papa (with a… Tatoo?) and also, my first ever thought seeing ken of the first time was just… Why does he look like the papa smurf from the Cousin Smurfs from one of the little comics? YES, THIS ONE👇

There’s a little bit of info about them on the Wiki.

also, gargamel already had a twin brother too. HE WAS ALSO SHOWN IN THE COMICS- (hmmm ye…This really feels like the ‘long lost sibling trope’ that made people remind of trolls. Hkjrdtjhtjkhkj )

another character I feel kinda bad for by just existing, despite the funny memes: Influencer smurf…

YES, YES I know… it’s pretty weird of them to put an influencer smurf in there despite it not making sense AT ALL. They could have put any other smurf in his place and everything would have been alright. (Though I am also kinda… how do i put this… Glad (?) That it’s thanks to influencer that the trailer of this movie is getting a lot of attention.

Also, again about the voices… Even though we didn’t hear all of them… just gonna say, I like moxie’s voice, that of the villians are alright too I guess, Hefty’s voice is also pretty good not gonna lie. But… I’ll have to get used to Some of the voices, like Ken, Papa and smurfette….

speaking of smurfette too. Some of us I think are pretty tired of having her as the lead. At least it’s alongside another smurf though.

Also, I see no one talking about those Fluffy little creature- thingies and the turtle (they’re most likely there for the ‘marketable plushies’ thing. Though the fuzzy creatures do have a relevant plot thing going on it looks like?

And I do also think by seeing the 2 different trailers (one of em being translated and the other just being the english version) that this guy👇

Is gonna be like the little sidekick of gargamel, being that i saw this Guy help the villains in a way? Idk hjgdiorhoigrh I’m just analizing a bit-

and then there is the book character schat shows up for a few seconds in one of the trailers nukdrgghkughiu

and then there’s this smurf-

I wonder who that is gonna be…

Also: Azrael is gonna have wings at Some point! And Gargamel is gonna…work with the Smurfs maybe ???

ANOTHER THING: the life-action thing threw me off not gonna lie. It just… doesn’t fit… ;-; AND ON TOP OF THAT it’s like 2011 and 2013 all over again, just with less ‘uncanny’ designs for the blue beans (and despite the shading the animation models just look off in the ‘life action’ scenes…) They AGAIN go to the ‘REAL’ world, they AGAIN go to paris (speaking of paris, WHY AGAIN PARIS?! Please, if you Guys let the blue beans go to our world again, AT LEAST IT COULD HAVE BEEN IN BELGIUM,RIGHT? 👁️👁️ partially to let it not be a deja-vu to the 2011 and 2013 movies entirely… like...PLEASE?! 😞) AND HOW DOES SMURFETTE KNOW THEY’RE IN PARIS? I’m begging at this point for an explanation to be in the movie. This kinda feels like a continuation of the life-action CGI movies khdfgjhoigjoi (more refrence to those movies! :/)

like most might have pointed out already, it feels like a fanfiction that somehow managed to be shown on the big screens.

I had high hopes for this film in the beginning, they lowered a bit thanks to things that where kinda being shown as spoilers in the discord chat, before the trailer was out (I’m looking at you sertain 2 characters) and i now set low expectations for it too… I don’t think I’m gonna see the movie in theaters… but i’ll try to give it a chance despite the bad stuff…

And I’m not gonna see this movie as something that’s canon in the Smurfs universe. I’m sorry but this… it’s sad… and i feel kinda bad that it turned out this way…

most of us collectively agree that Lost Village is still peak till this day. Me included 🥹

now excuse me I’m gonna cry in a corner and appreciate some screenshots of Hefty smurf from Both trailers

[dykedvonte]

why do you hate Joshua Graham or Honest Hearts so much?

This DLC and character represents a bigger issue with fandom spaces I have but particularly fallout fandom in general.

Fallout tends to tackle a lot of topics controversial and not. The first two games it’s heavy cause they are the most satirical and direct with how anti-war, nationalism and etc… they are. 3 loses this as it’s very clear once you play or learn about all the games that Todd and a bunch of guys at Bethesda just liked the 50s post apocalyptic aesthetic and refuse to actually critique the ideals of the time period like the earlier titles.

New Vegas is the game that really gets back into it a degree it almost seems like it’s taking too much on. There are things done exceedingly well while other things are done horribly wrong . I’ve made posts about it before and plan to make a big series of posts (it’s a lot of writing) but my biggest gripe is with Honest Hearts and all the gross and white savior esque depictions it has of indigenous peoples. The entirety if FNV does not do the injustices faced by indigenous people correctly on any count. My two biggest complaints are with the Khans and the tribes in Zion but I’ll talk about the former on a different post.

Both characters of Daniel and Joshua are the most accurate depiction of white saviors I’ve seen and I hate how the DLC tries to justify and defend them. The DLC treats Joshua like this man who has repented for his past actions when he is just retracing his steps after his cruelty bit him in the ass. He was one of the worst parts of the Legion and it is all but explicitly stated that if you don’t force him to be non-violent he will turn the tribes of Zion into the legion 2.0. The Dead Horses and the Sorrows are horribly infantilized by both Daniel and Joshua who both use them for self serving purposes guised by religious duty. The White Legs are the horrible stereotype of violent and savage indigenous and I personally think a lot of their interlinking with Ulysses, his hair and Ulysses character in general are distasteful and very telling of how BIPOC or POC where involved.

But outside of the game it’s the weird obsession people have with these characters ideologies and trying to make them seem more interesting/philosophical than they are. Tumblr is an echo chamber and many fans of Fallout are not the people on this site. Many people are not educated in the issues these characters convey and how poorly they do or used these characters as a poor introduction for their takes. Contrary to what a lot of people believe in, fallout has a prediomeny white cis male fanbase. More importantly a large portion of the fanbase is white.

You can joke how FNV made you trans or see the numbers on post/fics or diverse headcanons but these are kiddy numbers compared to the millions that consume the franchise and aren’t in those more aware spaces or don’t engage in the spaces the same way someone like me does/has to. Their views shape a lot more than people realize and it’s exhausting to be in a space where people don’t correct the more subtle yet toxic aspects of it but also adopt them into some weird quirky view point on the characters or issues. Some people don’t realize and some people don’t care.

My main issue is just the idolizing of these sort of thing in this fandom space and people try to acts like a game like fallout whose tagline is “War never changes” and has never had a game not revolve around political or militaristic factions issues isn’t that deep or doesn’t relate to real issues. I think it’s mainly caused by how over powered you can become and how you can strong arm your way past these learning moments as majority of people who play this game do play it as a power fantasy where they can do so as they please (which of course, go ahead it’s fun) but never take in parallels or lessons in the story as if it was just another first person shooter.

Also like another personal gripe is Cazadores spawn like hell whenever I’m there and I have not found a mod that works to mod them out so I have to play Indigenous Racism the DLC while getting jumped by giant wasps WHILE helping Mormons. Like I cannot catch a break.

[paulyenvol6]

Byka Atroksia (Chapter 11)

Contains: detailed smut, p in v, unprotected sex, degrading, praising, possessiveness, inappropriate behaviour between uncle and niece, power imbalance

Wordcount: ~3.29k

Masterlist of this story

The next day you woke up and with joy noticed that the pain in your belly had fully vanished and you felt filled with energy. You were still bleeding and it was uncomfortable but compared to the sorrow yesterday, it was a relief.

While your handmaiden Nysah took care of your hair you had time to let your thoughts fly and of course they immediately clung to Daemon. You couldn’t help but smile and quickly tried to supress it so your handmaiden, who you had a very friendly relationship with, wouldn’t ask any questions. Daemon had been so soft and kind to you. He had genuinly wanted to make you feel better and you felt butterflies in your stomach. They way he had watched you… You had seen something in his eyes, he had cared and had been looking out for you. You saw in the mirror that your cheeks were bright red and at this point Nysah just had to ask.

"Princess. Are you quite alright? You’re face is glowing." You nodded and tried to stop yourself from smiling. "Yes. I’m fine, Nysah."

She frowned but nodded while braiding your hair. "Are you feeling better? I can tell Hewett to bring you a tea." You quickly shook your head.

"That’s not necessary. I’m fine."

Your handmaiden sighed and pulled at a strand of your silver hair. "What are you always doing in the night that makes your hair so messy? I always put your hair up before you go to sleep and yet it is so tousled."

You had known Nysah since you were born and she was a bit like a mother to you. She had taught you how to read, told you goodnight stories and had comforted you when you had fought with your sister. So you never felt like she was your servant but rather like she was a person of trust or protector.

"I’m sorry. I don’t know why they are that way.", you lied and nibbled at your thumb nail.

"Stop that, Princess.", Nysah immediately said and softly pulled your hand away. "You’re ruining your appearance if you do that." She sighed. "Well. You’re done, you can go have breakfast." You nodded and smiled at her and then quickly left the room.

~~~~~~~~~~

You were walking through the corridor with a little nervousness in your belly. You were just eating your meal when a king’s guard had entered the room and told you that your father wanted to see you. You had quickly finished your meal and now followed the knight to the King’s chambers. You had a strong idea what this meeting was about and yet you couldn’t help but feel a little anxious about what he would say to you. What if he had changed his mind?

The knight opened the door and announced your presence and then you entered the room. The rising sun lit up the room and you saw your father behind a table, leaning over it to read a piece of parchment.

"Ah. Daughter, yes. Come here." You walked towards him and Viserys gestured you to take a seat. "I have something to discuss with you."

"Of course, father. What is it?"

He sighed and sat down as well. "It concerns your betrothal with Jorlan Stark and I believe you will welcome these news partly." You frowned and pretended to think.

"The betrothal is ended. You will not marry the boy." You widened your eyes and looked at your father questioning, doing your best to act like this was new to you.

"But why?"

"You don’t have to pretend like you are not happy, Vhaela. I know that you weren’t thrilled by this. Well…"

And then your father told you what Daemon had already done except the part about the fact that this betrothal realistically couldn’t happen. You frowned, looked surprised at the right moments and then in the end crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Mhmm.", you made. "I guess… I mean Braavos is very far away…"

"I know. And it would give me great pain to send you away, but perhaps it won’t get this far. And if it does I will make sure to send my best and bravest soldiers with you to protect you. It is hard, but as the protecter of the realm I can’t let my heart control my mind. I have to think strategically."

You nodded but tried to look a little sad. It hurt you so much to lie to your father like that but you knew you didn’t have a choice.

"Forgive me, daughter, but you have to excuse me now. I need to talk to Daemon and prepare him for his travels." You abruptly turned your head and glared at your father. "What travels?"

Viserys grabbed a piece of parchment and folded it. "He’s going to Storm’s End. He is to negotiate with Lord Orwen Baratheon to sort out what is gonna happen to Evenfall Hall after the rebellion against the Tarths. Their house is weakened and I need him to consult with the Baratheons and make sure they establish a new head of the Tarths that won’t get overthrown by these criminals again."

You slowly nodded but felt miserable. He would leave? Again?

"But why Daemon? Why are you not sending your hand?"

Viserys sighed. "Daemon has proved himself surprisingly obedient and loyal to the crown the last couple of months. I want to trust him with a bigger mission to see if he will act with responsibility and a clear head." You nodded again but felt a little numb. "It probably won’t take long. He will go on Caraxes and I believe they will figure it out within a week. Excuse me now."

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You spend the next week most of the time feeling bored. You strolled through the gardens, spent time with your sister but couldn’t really feel fully happy. When you were alone you daydreamed about your uncle. You missed him terribly and wondered if he also thought about you sometimes. He simply always seemed like the didn’t care about anything. Of course you knew that to some extend he did care about you but you still had this image of him being carefree, fiery and without fear or contemplation. You missed him so much that it hurt in your stomach. Ever since he had left there was something new living inside you, a demon that had wrapped its hand around your heart and squeezed it. It didn’t let you breathe freely and you felt like only Daemon could remove it. You tried to act happy and normal in front of your sister and your father but deep down you just wanted to close your eyes and open them again when Daemon was back in King’s Landing.

And after 8 days and 8 nights of suffering, it was finally time. You heard about it in the morrow while drinking a tea in the dining room with your sister and father.

"Your Grace. Lord Orwen has sent a raven from Storm’s End." Your heart jumped and you grabbed your cup tightly. You knew that nothing had happened to him, you simply knew. It was Daemon, one of the strongest and most fierce fighters in the seven kingdoms. You couldn’t imagine that any knight could possible have a chance against him in a battle.

"The negotiations are finished. Daemon is set to return before noon." Joy and happiness flooded your system and you had to surpress the wide smile on your face. You couldn’t remember feeling ever so carefree and light. He would return today. You would see him today. The whole morning you felt so full of adrenaline and literally jumped through the corridors. You had to be careful not to seem too happy so you would awake suspicion in Rhaenyra or the King but it was hard to hide your feelings.

And then, shortly after noon, you first heard and then saw it while you were unpaitenly sitting in the gardens.

"Dragon!", someone shouted and you looked up to the sky. There he was. You could only see Caraxes from far away but your insides fluttered. You quickly made your way to the Dragonpit. You ran as fastly as you could, didn’t care about your shoes or the hem of your dress that would get dirty. You ran and then found yourself standing on the grass, looking up to the sky. Caraxes landed elegantly and you saw Daemon, looking like an angel in his armour. There was no sight of Rhaenyra and your father, perhaps they were on their way to the pit right now.

Daemon took off his helmet and smirked smugly at you. Then he climbed off his dragon and walked calmly towards you. You, on the other hand couldn’t act so relaxed so you ran to him and jumped in his arms. Your sister and father weren’t here and you knew that the dragonkeeper didn’t care whether you hugged your uncle for a second or an hour. So you tightly hugged him, crossed your legs behind him and buried your face in his neck. Daemon chuckled and wrapped his arms around your back.

"Little owl.", he said against your hair and held you up to his chest. You knew that your clothes would get dirty because he was covered in dirt and mud but you couldn’t care less. After a while Daemon brought you back to your feet and grinned down at you. "That’s a very pleasing welcoming." You smiled and wished that he would look at you like this forever.

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A few hours later, it was late in the afternoon, you sat in the gardens with your sister, your father and Daemon and ate cake. Daemon told about his time at Storm’s End and you had a smile on your face that couldn’t be wiped off. Your father was seemingly pleased with how his brother had acted and negotiated and seemed relaxed as well.

Then, after another hour the King left to attend a meeting with his hand and the three of your remained in the gardens.

"Uncle.", Rhaenyra suddenly smiled. "Would you like and come see the new Dragon saddle I have for Syrax? It is made of fine meereesian leather."

Your uncle slightly glared at you and you held your breath. You craved some time with him alone and now nervously wished he would be able to make it.

"Another time, yes, niece. But please excuse me for a little while. I need to rest for a bit."

Rhaenyra gulped and didn’t look delighted but nodded. "Yes. I understand."

You unconsciously bit your lip and hoped you weren’t completely off and Daemon didn’t actually wanted to be alone right now. But with one look at you, you were almost certain about what he had on his mind.

And yes, minutes later you were pressed against the wall in his chambers and his mouth devoured your neck. "I fucking missed you, little owl.", he growled and his teeth slightly pulled at your soft skin. You moaned unsatisfied because you just wanted more of him.

"Please, Daemon. Please I need you.", you whined. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and you clung to him breathing heavily. Daemon was fast, wild and impatient. Your dress was half – pulled down revealing the base of your breast and his mouth savoured your skin while his hands pressed your shoulder against the wall. When it wasn’t enough he pulled your dress further down until your hardened nipples were exposed to the air. They looked so seductive and Daemon wrapped his mouth around your left.

"Mhmm.", you wailed. After a while he moved to your right nipple while his hand took care of your left breast. He stroke your skin, massaged it while nibbing at your nipple. It drove you crazy and you wrapped your arms around his neck to make him do more.

Daemon was torn apart between diving his head between your legs to get a taste of your sweet cunt, tease and edge you and eventually get you to release for him and wasting no time and fuck you. His cock was throbbing for your hole, he was eager to insert himself inside you but licking you sounded tempting as well. In the end his cock won, though. He was rock hard against his abdomen and couldn’t wait any longer. He had to feel you around him, feel your walls clench, the warmth of you….

So Daemon kissed you on your mouth again while swiftly lifting your skirts and pulling down his trousers. Once he had removed both your undergarments he stroke his cock a few times and looked at you with flashing eyes. You bit your lip in anticipation of what was to happen now. Daemon hastily ran his tip over your wet slit and then inserted himself in you. You both moaned and you grabbed his shoulder to support yourself.

"Argh.", you whined feeling so full by his thick cock. He moved one of his arms under your arse to hold you up while his other grabbed your face and caressed your cheek.

"Look at me.", he growled when he saw your eyes fluttering and you quickly forced yourself to open your eyes again.

"You are mine, little one. You were fucking made for him. This body is mine. To do with as I please." You clenched around him at his filthy words and his thrusts were quick, hard, forceful. His tip hit deep inside you over and over again and you already knew you wouldn’t be able to walk after this and in the morrow. His hips slammed against you and you almost couldn’t keep up with his pace. You breathed heavily and just tried to keep your eyes open while getting fucked hard against the wall. His lips found yours again and he kissed the corner of your mouth.

"Touch yourself.", Daemon hissed. "On your pearl. If you want to release."

Even though your body felt so weak already you obeyed him and reached between your bodies. You managed to find the little nub and started to slowly circle it just like Daemon always did. You had never done this before but simply did what felt good to you. And it did, together with the stimulation you received every time Daemon hit that spot inside of you, you soon felt yourself being driven closer to the edge.

But then your uncle suddenly stopped slamming inside you and carried you away from the wall. His arms wrapped tightly around your back, knowing that you probably were too tired and powerless to cling to him and he laid you down on his bed. You expected him to crawl over you and continue to take you but instead Daemon grabbed your hips and manhandled you on your stomach.

"Get on your knees and hands.", he breathlessly spoke and you after you had done it, Daemon pulled you a little closer to the edge of the bed and then thrusted into you from behind, him still standing on the ground. It was a whole new feeling and you felt him even deeper. He managed to reach an area that he hadn’t been able to before and you sighed loudly.

"Oh, yes. Daemon." He took hold of your hips and moved them according to his deep pushes so they met his thrusts. He groaned loudly and threw his head back. Your walls were truly magical to him. They stimulated his cock so well and you felt so… warm and wet. Perfect for him.

Then one of his hands wandered to your lower back and he gently pushed you down on the bed. Your chest now touched the bed and you rested the side of your face on it as well. His hand wandered to the back of your head and Daemon excerted a little bit of force and pressed you into the mattress. Your moans were suppressed by it now and Daemon held you like this for a while until he moved his hand to cup your breasts. You remained like this, resting your head on the bed and felt your body move against the sheets because of his powerful thrusts and then you suddenly felt a sharp pain on your ass. Daemon had slapped your ass and then ran his hand over your skin.

"Oh, little owl. I’ll fill you up so well. I’ll fill you with my seed until it’s gonna leak out of you." Then his hand roughly grabbed your wrists and he moved it between your legs.

"Come on, I told you this already. Touch yourself if you care about releasing. I won’t wait for you.", Daemon growled and you did as he had told you. Your finger rubbed your pearl and you felt even more pleasure washing over you. You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, messier and faster. Daemon was so close to shooting his seed right into you.

"Fuck.", he hissed and his fingers painfully dug into your hips. You increased the pace of your finger on your little pearl even more and felt pleasure running through your body. Then you suddenly clenched around Daemon and the tension released all over your body.

"Argh.", you cried out and your head weaklessly laid on the bed. Feeling your walls tighten around his cock had been the last straw for Daemon and he loudly moaned while releasing inside of you.

"Seven hells.", he sighed. "Such a good little whore you are for me.", he smirked and got close behind you to whisper against your ear. You blushed at his filthy words and smiled against the bedsheets. Then he suddenly yanked back your hair and you were pulled on your hands and knees again. He kissed your neck and gave your ass a soft slap.

"Mhmm… this cunt of yours. A fucking dream." Then he let go of your hair and you turned around to lay on your back. You watched him while he put his shirt back on and playfully shifted on his bed.

"Can I stay here tonight?", you asked with a teasing smile and Daemon couldn’t hide his smirk.

"Sure.", he spoke. "As if I would throw my precious niece out of my chambers at such a late hour." You both knew that you acted riskily and dangerously but you felt like you were on a cloud right now and everything else except Daemon didn’t feel important while Daemon naturally just didn’t care about worrying about things. He trusted that it would go fine and if it didn’t he’d had to think of something to fix it. He didn’t waste his time being frightful of what might happen and act with responsibilty so he just crawled onto his bed and you laid on your side and pressed your still undressed body against him. He gently wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer and toyed with the strands of hair that fell into your face.

It didn’t take long until he heard that you had fallen asleep and Daemon closed his eyes as well. Soon, he also felt his mind drift away but after what felt like a few seconds he woke up again. You were steadily breathing against his chest and Daemon was happy you could get some sleep at least.

After a while he knew that he needed to get some fresh air, just go on a quick stroll and then he might become tired and would be able to sleep. So he carefully removed your arm that had been laying on his chest from him and then quietly got up. He walked to the door, opened it and then headed towards the gardens.

[pop-punklouis]

Thank you so much, he’s doing really really well now! Sober and in a much happier place. And that has given me another lens to see Liam through and that’s where my sadness is right now: he didn’t make it out of his suffering. Fuck, it’s so unfair that not everybody sees their lives get better. So seeing people just have no empathy because they don’t understand that addiction can make many things be true at the same time?? Ugh. I can’t understand this thing where people want to have this proselytizing absolutely virtuous judgement on the goodness of a person. Judging whether a person is worthy of being treated with dignity. You have no idea what you’re talking about and it’s taking cheap shots at a person who in this case is no longer here to say anything back. Liam didn’t have the chance to be whoever he was going to become as an adult and to me that’s so so fucking sad and I wish people would consider that addiction complicates how you should see a person. Anyway. I’m sad he died and I’m sad it was violent the way it happened and I’m sad that I better understand how low things were for him for a long long time because nobody deserves to feel so bad so relentlessly. 🤍

modern society's empathy deficit is such a concerning thing. even how everyone must turn things into jokes now. how topics or news or content must be ironic or dismissed away by shitposts or memes which completely just. ruins the integrity of so many things. not to sound like *old man waves fist and screams at sky* but media is genuinly rotting our brains to the core.

these are two great articles i read and kept in my folders a while ago when i was in grad school that talk about that:

How technology is harming our ability to feel empathy

Empathy, Narcissism, Alexithymia, and Social Media Use

Also didnt Ethel Cain just vent her frustrations on the irony epidemic? (let me go look hold) yes here it is. **disclaimer i'm not comparing any of this here to liam's death etc. obviously. it's just another artist talking about their frustrations with how people on social media just. react to and engage with things**

[demigodsanswer]

So you really are incapable of making a bad AU I'm absolutely loving the tattoo AU. I love mom annabeth and sophia, I love the lukabeth angst, I love the potential percy & luke angst, I love the fact that you have percabeth basically flip their traditional roles while staying true to their character (annabeth is still a genius and percy is still goofy but they can be so much more too!!). I hope you expand on this story more I wanna see percabeth develop and percy form a relationship with sophia and everything that does to annabeth bc we all know girl can overthink. Anyway I'm rambling but I love your writing you're probably my favorite fic writer and I just adore everything you come up with.

Thank you so much! I've noodled around with a few more ideas. Right now, the fic is really heavy on the Lukabeth B+ Coparenting, with just a side of Percy going "hell yeah, hot milfs in my area want me!"

(for any concerned, given what I did to him in tuap, this Luke is genuinly a good dad, and also mostly pathetic and sopping wet.

he spent his teen years in love with a girl who turned out to be a lesbian who got a tubal ligation at 27, and at 29 she introduced him to a pretty 24 year old who he might like. he ended up not liking her that much on a romantic level, but now he's tethered to her forever. Oh and the love of his life's snot nosed baby cousin is back in town, six feet tall, chiseled, and handsome, and now he's sleeping with his baby mama. And all Luke wants to do is take his daughter to disneyworld while princesses and minnie mouse are still real for her. And for some reason, baby mama isn't immediately on board with the idea. and he's also starting to think he might be gay. he's had a rough six years)

Here's a little bit more -- set a week after the last bit:

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Percy still had his hand around her waist as they walked into the shop, ignoring the people queued up in line. 

“I’m serious about that Sting tattoo,” Percy said. 

“Give me a week to design a better one than what I scribbled on a place-mat,” she said. 

“Deal, but next week,” Percy said. 

“I book up months in advance, you’ll have to try your luck with a walk-in,” she said, turning towards him. His hands rested on her hips, and he looked at her with that troublemaker smile. Thank goodness he was on a tenure track; soon, whatever trouble he got into wouldn’t matter. “Of course,” she pulled him in a little closer by the belt loops, “I might be able to find the time, if you ate me out again.” 

Percy smiled and brushed some hair behind her ear. “Baby, I’ll do that again, tattoo or not.” 

“Stop being gross in my establishment,” Thalia yelled at them. “Things went well then?” She asked, looking between them. 

“Yeah,” Annabeth confirmed, stepping away from Percy. 

“So, should we expect a mini Percy in nine months?” Thalia asked. 

Annabeth rolled her eyes and sat on the stool behind the reception desk. “I’m more careful at thirty than I was at twenty-four.” 

“Not thirty yet,” Thalia reminded her. 

“Birthday coming up?” Percy asked. 

“In July,” Annabeth confirmed. 

“July fifteenth, mark your calendar, we’re taking her out,” Thalia told him. She watched Percy take out his phone and make a note of it. Annabeth smiled. 

She was about to warn him that she didn’t really party much anymore, but her phone buzzed. She slipped it out of her back pocket and stared at the screen. 

Luke 

Calling her? 

On a Sunday morning? 

She held the phone up to Thalia. “This can’t be good,” Annabeth announced. 

“You better take it,” Thalia said. 

Annabeth answered. 

“Hey?” 

“Hey, don’t freak out.” He sounded completely freaked out, which only freaked her out more. 

“Why?” She asked, turning to face Thalia and Percy so they could read her expression. 

“Sophie got hurt at the park. She fell. We’re in the ER,” he told her. 

“What?” Her heart raced, and she ran a hand through her bangs. 

“They did the X-rays, she broke her arm.” He sounded guilty, and sad, and scared. Although the sad and scared might have just been her projection. She turned away from Percy and Thalia then, her eyes welling with tears. 

“Is she okay?” Annabeth asked. 

She felt a hand on her shoulder, then a head. Thalia. Thalia’s arms wrapped around her, and held her upright. In her periphery, she watched Thalia flip off the walk-ins who were staring at them through the window. 

“She’s okay. They gave her pain meds and set the arm. They just need to put it in a cast and discharge her. We should be out of here in an hour,” he told her. 

“Why didn’t you call me sooner?” Annabeth almost yelled at him. 

“I’ve been trying. There’s no cell reception in here. I didn’t want to leave her alone.”

All she ever wanted to do was get mad at him, but he always had a reason to keep her from exploding at him. 

“Well, tell her I’ll be there in -- what hospital are you at?” 

“Beth-Israel, fifteen minutes from Electric if you’re there already,” he said. 

“Tell her I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she said. 

“You don’t need to -- I mean, I’ll bring her right to you --” 

“No, I’m coming, and tell her I’ll be there,” Annabeth said. 

“Okay,” Luke said, “we’ll see you soon.” 

Annabeth hung up with a huff, before wiping at her eyes, grateful now that she decided against make up that morning. 

Annabeth’s hands shook as she opened the Uber app, and Thalia just took the phone from her. 

“I got it,” she promised, “he said Beth-Israel?” 

“Yeah,” Annabeth said, her voice thin and squeaky. 

“Kids get hurt, mama,” Thalia reminded her, as she confirmed the ride, “but if you go in there all weepy, it’ll scare her.” 

Annabeth nodded and grabbed tissues from the box on the counter. Percy handed her a cup of coffee. 

“Thanks,” Annabeth said to him. 

“Is she okay?” Percy asked. He hadn’t heard most of Luke’s part of the conversation like Thalia had. 

“She broke her arm,” Annabeth said. 

“I did that when I was seven,” Percy said, “it hurt, but once the bone was set, it was okay. And I still have arms,” he said with a dopey smile, holding up his two forearms to prove it. 

“Which arm?” Annabeth asked, not sure why. 

Percy pointed to his SPQR. “It broke right about there,” he said. 

 Her phone buzzed again. Her Uber was pulling up. 

“I’ll call you?” She said to Percy. Percy gave her a thumbs up. “Do you need me to come back?” She asked Thalia. 

“Just walk ins today, mama. Just take her home.” Thalia took out her wallet and handed Annabeth a twenty. “Buy her an ice cream on me.” 

Annabeth smiled. “Her dad is probably going to buy her all of Disney World after this, I’m sure.” 

“Good, he should,” Thalia said, turning Annabeth towards the door. “It’s just ink, it’ll be here tomorrow.” 

And with that, Annabeth was out the door. 

~

The nurses all seemed to figure out who Annabeth was right away. She didn’t know if Luke told them to look for a blonde woman covered in tattoos, or if she really did just look that much like her daughter. 

They had given her a private room in the ER. It wasn’t too busy it seemed, and the nurses directed her there easily. 

Sophia was sitting up in a big hospital bed, still in a pink tee shirt and gray sweats, while Luke read something to her. Her tiny arm was in a beige cast. 

“Mommy!” Sophia called out, her eyes immediately filling with tears, her good arm reaching out to her, as both she and Luke said “be careful with your arm!” at the same time. 

“Hi nugget,” Annabeth said, running over to her, and scooping her up in a big hug, mindful of her injury. 

Sophia sobbed into her shoulder, her little lungs struggling to push out words as she became hysterical. “I was -- on the -- swings -- even though -- you told me -- not to -- and I jumped off -- even though Daddy -- told me not to -- and I fell -- and I got hurt -- and I learned my lesson!” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Annabeth promised her, rocking her gently back and forth in her lap as she cried. “You’re not in trouble, I promise. You’re okay.” 

Annabeth glared at Luke over Sophia’s shoulder though. You are in trouble, she tried to communicate. Luke looked away, guilty. 

“Aw see, I told you your mommy would be here soon,” the nurse said, walking into the room. He was a male nurse with dark skin and locks pulled back in a pink bandana. “She was very brave, mama. But all she wanted was you. All the nurses have been on the lookout.” 

Annabeth looked at Luke again, angrier now then she had been. This time he didn’t even try to look at her. 

“I bet you were so brave,” Annabeth said to her girl, pushing down her anger. “I bet Daddy was scared.” 

Sophia nodded, her tears slowing and her breathing calming down. Annabeth wiped her tears away with her thumb. 

“Did this nice man get you all fixed up?” Annabeth asked. Sophia nodded. “Did you say your thank yous?” Sophia nodded again. 

“Alright Sophia,” the man said, “I got the colors, which one do you want?” Annabeth spotted his name tag as he moved closer. Austin. She hoped her brain held onto it through everything. 

There was blue, purple, orange, yellow, and pink. 

“Your Belle dress is yellow,” Annabeth said. 

“Oh, I’ve heard about the Belle dress,” Austin said. “Do you want yellow?” 

Sophia shook her head and pointed to the pink. 

“Pink?” Austin confirmed. 

Sophia nodded. 

“Can we use our words, nugget?” Annabeth asked. 

“Pink please,” Sophia said. 

“You got it girlie. Mama, we are gonna need you to put her down for this part.” 

Annabeth nodded and got Sophia back into the bed. 

A few minutes later, the hard cast was in place, and Sophia was cleared for discharge. They’d check on the arm in three weeks, and go from there. 

“I want to go home,” Sophia mumbled into Annabeth’s shoulder while Luke filled out the discharge papers. Sophia was under his health insurance. 

“I bet. We’ll go right home, I promise,” Annabeth said. She looked at Luke standing at the desk, filling out forms. It was still his day with her. She rolled over her options in her mind. If she wanted Sophia to herself, she’d bet Luke would allow it. But -- “Do you want Daddy to come home with us?” Annabeth asked. 

Sophia nodded. 

“Okay sweetie,” Annabeth said. 

A minute later, Luke was walking up to them. “We’re all set,” he said. 

“We want to go home,” Annabeth said, adjusting Sophia on her hip, holding onto her tight despite her weight. 

“Right,” Luke said, “sure, I figured --” 

“Will you come back with us?” Annabeth offered. 

Luke’s face lit up. “Really? You’re sure?” 

“Sophia wants you to,” Annabeth said. As if to prove, Sophia reached for her dad, who took her from Annabeth, holding her with more ease than Annabeth had been. 

“Okay,” Luke said, “let's go home then.” 

~

Sophia fell asleep in the Uber, and Luke carried her inside. 

“I’ll order lunch,” Luke said, walking out of her bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. 

“Great, thanks,” Annabeth said, her tone short. For want of something to do, she started on the dishes she left in the sink. 

Luke’s arms snaked around her waist and he rested his head on her shoulder. 

“What the hell are you doing?” She asked. 

“Begging your forgiveness,” he said. 

“Okay. Beg,” she told him. 

He squeezed her a bit, and then said, rather pathetically, “Please don’t take her away from me.” 

Annabeth laughed, confused. “What?” 

“I’m sorry she got hurt, but please, I … I don’t want to stop seeing her.” 

Annabeth put the dishes down and pulled herself out of his hold. She turned to look at him. “Kids get hurt,” she reminded him. “Would you sue me for custody if she broke her arm on my watch? Or would you sue her school if she got hurt there?

“No,” Luke said, “but you are mad at me.” 

“Oh, I’m so mad at you I could scream,” Annabeth confirmed. 

“See, that’s the difference. I also wouldn’t be mad at you if she got hurt on your watch --” 

“I’m not mad she’s hurt!” Annabeth yelled, before bringing her voice back down to a whisper. “I’m mad that I told you no swings, and that you decided to undermine me, even though you said you wouldn’t. I’m fucking pissed that you told me not to go to the hospital when she’d been asking for me. All the nurses were looking for me!” Annabeth reminded him. 

“By the time I got ahold of you,” he said it as if she simply hadn’t been answering her phone, “we had barely an hour left, you didn’t need to at that point --” 

“You should have called me sooner!” 

“I was trying! She was in so much pain. I didn’t want to leave her alone. What would you have done? Stuck in a hospital, no cell service, when would you have called me?” 

“In the taxi on the way to the fucking hospital,” she said, poking his chest with a stiff finger. “What are you getting for lunch?” She asked. 

“Jersey Mikes?” He suggested. 

“Great, you know what she likes?” 

“American cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and bread,” Luke rattled off. 

“No oil or vinegar,” she reminded him. 

“I know.” 

~

Annabeth woke Sophia up after an hour and got her to eat. Sophia, blessedly, gave her parents a break from Beauty and the Beast and selected Encanto. Annabeth relaxed finally, nibbling on an okay Italian sub as the iconic tunes of Lin Manuel Miranda entertained her kid. 

“Your grandpa is a big fan of the guy who did the music for this movie,” Luke told Sophia. 

“Poppop likes Encando?” She asked. 

“Sure does,” Luke confirmed. 

At six, Thalia dropped by. “I had to come check on our tiny badass,” Thalia said, running over to hug Sophia as she giggled at the bad word. (Annabeth told her Sophia wasn’t allowed to say swear words until she was eighteen, and Sophia seemed to interpret this as legally she wasn’t allowed. Annabeth hadn’t corrected her).

“Nice cast,” Thalia said, reaching into her tote bag and pulling out a huge pack of Sharpies. “I brought you these so me and your mom can give you some tattoos on your cast.” 

Sophia grabbed the markers with a big thank you hug for her aunt, and Thalia squeezed her back. Crotch goblin, ha. 

Sophia started to rattle off the things she wanted Annabeth to draw, and Annabeth just smiled. “Okay, why don’t you sleep on it, and then pick out what you want where?” Annabeth suggested. Sophia nodded, obviously taking the decision about her tattoos very seriously. 

“Now, I told your mom to take you out for ice cream,” Thalia said. Sophia looked at Annabeth, obviously already feeling betrayed. “Has she?” 

“No!” Sophia announced. 

“Well! We should fix that,” Thalia said. 

“We were getting there,” Annabeth promised, “but we can go now. Go get your shoes on.” 

Thalia pointed to Luke as Sophia ran to get her shoes. “Are we taking the pouty one?” 

“Not sure I deserve ice cream,” Luke said. 

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a martyr, come on!” She said, pulling him to his feet. 

Sophia picked the brightest blue ice cream Annabeth had ever seen. It was just vanilla, allegedly, with Oreos, but dyed bright blue to look like its namesake: the Cookie Monster. Annabeth stuffed napkins into her cast to keep it clean. 

After a careful bath (with Sophia’s arm wrapped in a trash bag), Annabeth and Luke took turns reading more of The Hobbit to her until her eyes finally started to close. Thalia had been gone since Annabeth announced it was bath time, and now that Sophia was asleep, it was just her and her baby daddy. 

“Should I stay over?” Luke asked. 

“Oh,” Annabeth said. He did stay sometimes. They shared the bed when he did. It wasn't a big deal. It usually happened if Sophia was sick, or on Christmas eve. “Sure, uh,” shit, “I just need to change my sheets,” she said. 

There was a long, terrible pause as Luke figured it out. “You and Percy slept together already?” He asked, obviously judging her. 

“Yeah, so?” she asked, crossing her arms. 

“Seems a bit fast,” he said. 

“Well, I haven’t had sex with someone since you,” Annabeth said, “so forgive me for having some fun.” 

“I’m not mad at you --” 

“But you’re judging me --” 

“It’s just of all the guys --” 

“What’s wrong with Percy?” 

“He’s like a little brother to me!” 

“He told me you two weren’t close!” 

“Not anymore! It’s --” Luke lowered his voice. “It’s fine,” he promised, “I’ll just go home. Do with the sheets what you will.” 

Annabeth frowned. She wasn’t sure how he managed to do it, but she always felt compelled to apologize to him at the end of every spat. She held herself back this time. 

“Alright,” Annabeth said. “I’ll keep you posted about the doctor’s.” 

Luke nodded. “What about …” he glanced at Sophia’s door, “that thing we were talking about.” 

Disney World. 

Annabeth smiled and nodded. “You’re right, we should do it. It’ll mean the world to her. It’s so generous, Luke, I … I’m sorry I wasn’t immediately grateful like I should have been.” 

He shrugged as if to say it’s fine. “You’ll come with us?” Luke asked. 

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Annabeth said. “I can cover myself --” 

Luke kissed her head. “I don’t want you to. Just go and enjoy yourself.” 

“Okay, I will,” Annabeth said. 

“My friend’s wife is a Disney travel agent. She thinks she can get us into the Beauty and the Beast restaurant.” 

“Oh Sophia will love that,” Annabeth agreed. “Do they serve chicken nuggets?” 

“I’d bet my life they do,” Luke said. 

He leaned in again and kissed her cheek as a goodbye, but when he pulled back, his face lingered. She didn’t stop him from kissing her lips. They tried this every few months or so. 

“Anything?” Annabeth asked when it was over. 

“No,” he confirmed. “You?” 

“Nothing.” 

Luke seemed a bit sad but just shrugged. “Worth a try,” he decided. “I’ll be in touch about vacation,” he promised, before leaving her and Sophia alone. 

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

do you have any headcanons for griffin? just finished babel and i simply NEED more of him! i’m going insane

That was my reaction to finishing the book too 😭

Griffin Lovell x fem!reader

Warnings: I tried to keep the time vague/og, but modern au here and there is possible, can be read as both though i think, i looked up the one chinese term on a blog. If it's wrong, pls let me know 💕

Notes: looked at a few Griffin scenes again for this

Not that this is news, but Griffin is actually pretty awkward, though there are situations were he can cover it up - or forget about it

Specifically if there's an interesting discussion to have or...a rather heated one

he may have been feeling weird about talking to that person earlier, but now he's all but insulting them

I think, no matter your personality, it'll be hard to get closer to him - especially dating-wise

Shy girls that look at him with wide eyes are cute for sure; headstrong girls near intimidate him and often put him in a state of awe

But he's suspicious by nature - or no, that's not right. Suspicious by experience. He knows he's easily overlooked: clothes that border on ragged, a figure that so easily slinks into the shadows. How were you able to notice him?

e.g. girls that seem so interested in what he has to tell eerily remind him of Evie

his first thought is always that they are adorable, he's happy he's met someone who wants to know more about his cause. Then dread comes.

I will say, the longer you're in the friend group (Anthony, Robin etc.) the more his suspicions will cease

However, he can be pretty demanding concerning political activism

If you're anything like me (easily overwhelmed and feeling helpless at the prospect of pro-activity/a hard time formulating political opinions in discussions), be ready for arguments and much frustration on his part

It'll take some time for him to understand that you might need his help/patience here and there

He expects a lot from family and friends (politically), but he does learn

While your relationship will probably have quite the rocky start, several years down the line you two will be well-attuned to each other

Because he is so suspicious, Griffin is quite lonely. Having someone care for him, genuinly, will throw him off his rhythm. He's a bit jumpy, give him some time (it's very apparent in the way he always fiddles with a lighter. He doesn't even smoke)

When the relationship has strengthened, Griffin loooves taking you with him to discussions, protests and the like

Really proud of you when you stand your ground in an argument. Barely hides his grin

Griffin likes holding you from behind, like you're a teddy bear. Especially when he's sleepy. Kisses your lower chin or neck when he does so

Often goes for a kiss on your temple and holds you around your waist when standing beside you

Greatly enjoys long make-out sessions with you, although he often only goes for several little pecks or lingering kisses on your lips

In the relationship he's pretty awkward as well. He's just not used to social interactions. Especially with a gf. Might treat you more like a friend at first.

He won't ever admit it, and it's really hard to notice, but when he sees you and Robin have fun together his heart swells (especially when he calls you jiĕjie)

He really cares about Robin, and the way his little brother always takes your side instead of his doesn't even hurt his feelings, it just makes him realise how deep in he is

And there he thought he had left love and all of that behind

[vilandel]

Royally Unexpected

Summary Noelle genuinly thought that Vanessa was drinking again in secret for some reason, given how happy she was lately. But the true reason was far more unexpected...

A/N Written two years ago and inspired from an incorrect quote I stumbled over and found rather funny. Has this one been used for Black Clover characters already?

Ao3 link

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Noelle pushed the heavy door of the Black Bulls hideout, just to sigh at the empty common room. A rare sight, truly.

Almost everyone was on a mission or doing something else, leaving yesterday’s guard of the hideout only to Henry, which was normal, and to Vanessa, who of course volunteered to stay behind instead of taking a mission.

Noelle really hoped that Vanessa didn’t took the chance to get herself senseless drunk while everyone was away. Henry was to nice – and he still was speaking too slowly – to scold their squadmate and except Finral and maybe Gordon, Noelle was probably the only one who was concerned about Vanessas drinking habits.

This was the main reason why the water mage decided to leave Asta and Magna behind with Yuno, Klaus and David, celebrating the success of their common mission, to fly immediately back at the base. Just to see if Vanessa haven’t overdone it.

Her squadmate had been overjoyed more than usual these past few weeks and glorifying wine more than she used to. Granted, Vanessa wasn’t seen to drink more wine lately and Finral had the suspicion that she was dating someone very special, using her hymns of wine to hide the fact that she’s deeply in love. But Noelle knew that Vanessa too honest to hide her happiness if she was so in love and even though Finral knew her better than anyone, his disastrous dating adventures spoke for themselves and he had the habit to see potential lovers everywhere since he and lady Finesse were definitely betrothed.

No, it has to be some new drinking habit. Noelle was maybe a bit to paranoid, but her gut feeling told her that something was off with Vanessa and since she became a Black Bull, Noelle listened to her gut feeling. Most of the time.

She quickly went to check the bottles of cheap wine in the kitchen.

The amount of wine bottles was still the same as usual, but Noelle knew better than to be at ease or surprised. It happened one or two times that Vanessa secretly bought new bottles to hide the fact that she drunk more than she should.

None of them looked new, though. As new as they could look, those bottles of cheap wine always looked dusty even newly bought. But it didn’t looked like they were put in there recently.

Still, Noelles gut feeling was still telling her that something was off.

Alright, maybe she needed to talk directly to Vanessa. Noelle had that intention a few times already, but every time she wanted to talk to Vanessa about her suspicions of her probable new drinking habits, her squadmate always blushed, trying to change the subject or denying it, pretending that Noelle was just like always assuming the worst. More than she used to in the past and that alone was enough for Noelle to suspect that something was off.

Luckily, the girls rooms and so, Vanessas as well, weren’t that far away today. Not even two minutes later, Noelle knocked at her squadmates door.

“Vanessa? It’s me, I’m back. Can I come in?”

Noelle heard some strange ruffles and other noises, which made her frown with suspicion. Was Vanessa trying to hide some wine bottles?

“I come in.”

“Sweetie, wait, I’m not-“

Noelle didn’t let Vanessa finished, she just entered the room.

Two things already seemed off as she closed the door behind her.

First, Vanessas room was tidied. Okay, probably what Vanessa considered as tidied. Most of her things were just pushed on the side. But there was for once enough room to actually walk and that fact alone was worth to be noticed.

Second, Vanessa was sitting on her bed, blushing and hiding her… naked body behind a blanket. Which was actually unusual.

“Hello there, sweetie. How was the mission?”

This sounded almost like usual Vanessa. Almost. But Noelle could hear the slight tremor in her squadmates voice. Weird. That wasn’t her usual reaction when she was almost caught drinking in secret.

“Hello, Vanessa. Why are you naked? Okay, I know that you don’t usually wear a lot in general, but why are you naked?”

“I… um… don’t have any clothes left?”

That was such a lame excuse. And why did it sounded like a question?

“Sure you have.”

“No, I swear, they’re all… getting washed?”

“All at once at the same time?” Noelle just rolled her eyes. “Vanessa, you usually have better excuses than that.”

She went to the wardrobe before Vanessa could stop her.

“See? You have dresses, bras, gloves, hi Nozel, shoes, hats- wait!”

Noelle heard Vanessa gasp as she closed the wardrobe, only to reopen it immediately. The strangest vision was again in front of her eyes. Her older brother, sitting in the middle of Vanessas clothes, naked and hiding behind a blanket, looking blankly at her while blushing beet red.

Naked… just like Vanessa.

Blushing… just like Vanessa.

Hiding behind a blanket… just like Vanessa.

Noelle took a step away from the wardrobe. And another one. And another one.

In the end, she actually passed out.

Not for long, apparently. When she came to her senses, the first thing she heard was Nozels sigh and Vanessas giggling.

“No clothes left. Really, Vanessa?”

“Sorry, it was just the first thing that came to my mind! I know, it’s a stupid argument. But Noelle surprised me and I was too dumbfounded to think clearly. You know how I am, honey.”

“I know, it’s part of your charm. But even the most stupid person would have seen through the lie. And my sister isn’t stupid.”

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re a proud older brother.”

“Vanessa, please.”

Noelle managed to open her eyes. She lied on Vanessas bed, her brother and her squadmate were standing next to it. And so much nearer to each other than needed. Unless they were lovers.

Lovers…

Nozel and Vanessa.

Lovers.

Noelle couldn’t help but make some noise. She didn’t know if it was a groan or a sigh or a moan. But it was a noise, that’s for sure.

Nozel and Vanessa turned towards her.

“Oh, already awake, sweetie? I told you, honey, my potions work wonders.”

“I don’t doubt your talent, Vanessa. It’s just… it’s my sister.”

“I know and I completely understand you.”

Noelle just looked at them, trying to understand. Granted, she already came to the conclusion that her brother and her best friend were lovers. But… how?

“You… you two… are… sleeping together!”

Noelle yelled those two words, hiding her face behind her hands. That was just too much to handle. Even the devils in Spade were easier to fight than get used to that surprise romance.

“Not only that!” Nozel protested, looking away and blushing.

Noelle took a look at her brother between her fingers. She never saw him flustered her entire life and she doubted that anyone else ever saw him like that. Except maybe captain Dorothy, but that had just been the Glamour World version of Nozel, so Noelle doubted that it counted.

“First of all, deep breath, sweetie,” Vanessa said, caressing the crown of her hair. “And second, it wasn’t in our intention to hide it from you forever. It’s just that it’s still pretty new for us.”

“New? But… but you already… did sleep…”

“Couldn’t help. It just felt so right for the both of us and your brother is such a god in bed.”

“Vanessa!”

Not only Noelle protested, but also Nozel. Both looked at each other, deeply blushing, before looking away again.

“I… I really don’t need to know the details, thank you very much.”

“Vanessa, don’t you think we shocked her enough already?”

“Sorry you two, but you know how excited I can be when I’m nervous.”

“Yes.”

The siblings spoke again at the same time. They shared a glance again. Still blushing, but their embarrassment seemed to have calmed down a little. They weren’t looking away this time.

There was a bit an awkward silence in the room, before Noelle decided to speak up again.

“Don’t think that I’m against you being together! I’m not, really. But I’m… still shocked.”

Nozel sighed, before he actually put a comforting hand on her head. “It’s normal, Noelle. We don’t blame you.”

“For how long… have you been… dating?”

“For a few weeks already, sweetie.”

A few weeks.

A few weeks.

A few weeks!

Wait… that would mean…

“So my brother is the reason why you were so happy lately.”

“Why, yes. Why wouldn’t I, I was happily in love and even better, loved in return. What did you thought was making me happy?”

“You… you were glorifying wine so much since… a few weeks… so I was worried you started to drink in secret.”

“Oh… oopsie. I just did that to hide how happy in love I am. You just need to change wine into love, then the cat will be out of the bag.”

Vanessa giggled and Noelle had no idea if she should be done by that reaction or at least a bit offended.

She looked over at Nozel who just shook his head.

“Vanessa, I thought you were joking when you said that you would use literal hymns to wine to hide our relationship.”

“I was… half joking.”

Vanessa giggled again. Nozel just sighed, but still took her hand, a small and happy smile on his lips.

Noelle stared at that smile. She never ever saw her brother like that and it actually suited him so well. She surprised herself that she wanted to see him smile more often. And even better if Vanessa was the reason.

“So… um… do you usually met here? At the hideout, I mean.”

“Oh no, sweetie. You know how difficult it is to have privacy in our base. We met usually at your palace and you have no idea how much I came to love this giant bed and bathroom, to name a few. But this time, there were only Henry and me at the base, it was just such a perfect occasion to meet at my place for once! I knew Henry wouldn’t disturb us and trust me, it had been such a magical night!”

“Vanessa!”

“Sorry. But it’s true.”

It certainly was true, but Noelle had no intention to learn about the spicy details of the relationship between her brother and her squadmate, thank you very much.

“So… I’m happy for you two, I really am. I still need to get used to… this. And… do you want me to keep the secret?”

“We won’t force you!” Nozel immediately said. “But… you know how status and rumours work in our society. I don’t want to take a risk that could separate Vanessa and me.”

Noelle could have sworn that she never saw such determination in Nozels eyes before. He was still flustered, but less and when he glanced at Vanessa, he looked so certain and in love. He was really serious about her.

Vanessa smiled so fondly at him, the same love and certainty shining in her eyes.

Noelle made her decision.

“I will help you. I know it’s going to be difficult, but you both deserve to have your own happiness. So, I will help you.”

“Thank you so much, sweetie. It really means a lot for us. We will tell you when we’re ready to take the next step.”

“Good. Um… I leave you alone then. I’ll come to warn you when the other Black Bulls will come back.”

“Noelle, is it really alright. You just passed out.”

“I’m okay, brother. It’s not a big deal. And I practically barged into your alone time, I owe you that.”

Noelle smiled at them when she left Vanessas room. But after taking a few steps, she turned and quietly went back. She couldn’t help but take another glance.

Nozel and Vanessa were kissing. Softly only, but it still looked like it was full of passion. Noelle smiled. They both looked so beautiful and happy together.

“Noelle, that is really not necessary,” Nozel suddenly said, as he parted from Vanessa.

“Sorry!”

She run away, hearing Nozels sigh and Vanessas giggle behind her.

Noelle was happy. That sentence didn’t sound like a cold Head of House or a stern captain of a Royal Knight Squad. No, that just sounded like an older brother. An older brother who just found his happiness, with one of his sister’s best friends.

She would help them. Difficulties surely were waiting for them and Noelle was sure that a lot of people would freak out, especially the Bulls.

But she would help them to get their happy ending. Noelle was so sure that they would have it one day.

[huevozchisme]

I need Advice

To start off with I’m a very not ok person to date, years of being groomed and bad history with emotional issues have left me kinda a bad personal emotionally? However tho, within my friend group and a few other people I’m used as a form of “stress relief”, which is to say, I may be 19 but I look at least mid 20’s and dress like a dad to the point almost people I know just call me dad in a non sexual way. But the few that use me as a form of “stress relief” well almost always they have bad daddy issues and looking into it I look a lot like their dads either close friends or I do stuff similar to their dad.(I work as a handy man, and I do side jobs in catering, despite by education I’m studying to be a a pilot my background is very blue collar). Anyways now to the point I’m actually concerned about. My genuinly really close friend who never cared for how I’m used out of the blue she suddenly wants to use me as stress relief as well! Which I mean given the no emotional attachment rule I have no genuine issue with this but I’m worried for her. She just went through a bad breakup and got dumped by this guy. And as much as I may want to help her I don’t want to mess with her perception of both her body and her idealogies of love by being a casual stress toy for her.

TL;DR: Im a man whore for a group of women who hit me up when they are pissed odd or stressed and I take care of them, help them out carnally as well, cook for them and re assure them for as long as they need and then when they feel better they stop asking for what I do and then boom just like that we’re friends with no benefits again. But this one friend who just went through a bad breakup what’s to use me as a stress relief but I genuinely don’t want her to lo for the sole reason that she should experience better. (Also I shoukd mention Im monogamous so never more then one at a time idk if that was clear of not but I should mention it)

[nelll101]

Hetalia (ep 1-19)

I've honestly never heard of this anime and I'm really shocked that it's that popular, but honestly, this show is really weird. Like it's so (this word is a little too opinionated but I'll still use it) dumb that it's funny but I don't see the crazy appeal to it, but I could see how it could for younger girls. This show basically just feeds off of the country's stereotypes as entertainment.  I wish I could’ve remembered my knowledge about WW1 and 2 because I’m not sure if this show is even historically accurate. The show itself is too random and confusing, and the characters talk too fast to actually learn something from this. The only thing I managed to pinpoint was that the tripartite pact includes Germany, Italy, and Japan. Also Italy is made to seem weak and a follower in the show; maybe that could relate to how Italy was in the World Wars but I have no knowledge of it.

Overall the show's banter is immaturely (partially) funny but this could raise a concern about where we draw the line between playfully making fun of stereotypes to racism. Also another concern is the show having a gay subtext to further add to the comedy of the show. I genuinly don't understand why people like this show but, I'm going to stop judging people's interests.

[sasudou]

cannot take fan wars or those who engage in fan wars seriously cause what the actual fuck are you talking about

[finniestoncrane]

Hello. I'm back for more Ozzie content <:

Sooo I read your Riddler x Virgin!Reader and I was wondering if you'd be willing to write something like that but with The Penguin instead? Reader is being shy because it's her first time and Oz asks her if she hasn't had a a boyfriend before which she answers that she has, but she didn't do it because it didn't feel right until she started dating him because he is very sweet to her and she genuinly wants to have her first time with him? She may or may not tear up while pouring her heart out because she is afraid that she is overdoing it and maybe scare him away ;;

This so so very sappy but I'm a sucker for the content 😭

Thank you very much ✨

Don't Worry, Baby

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 1.3k this man might kill me, he's destroying my life, i can't focus, and i'm so grateful for it, so thank you lil bb for encouraging it 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: daddy!kink, virginity, gentle guidance

Oswald beamed at you from his desk as you entered his office, getting up straight away to greet you enthusiastically. He was the sweetest, a real romantic. He’d demanded as politely as he could that you let him spoil you for your two-month anniversary, an arbitrary date he celebrated anyway, as well as the first month, the first week, and the first date itself. Despite his outlandish and expensive plans, you had managed to bargain him down to a nice meal, drinks at the lounge first.

“We can have a drink downstairs in a little bit sweetheart, I wanna spend some time alone with my best girl.”

He opened the drinks cabinet to the side of his desk, poured you both something that looked expensive, and sat down beside you on the couch.

“This dress, you’re an angel! Where’d you get this from, huh?”

“You bought it.” You smiled at him, as he feigned shock at the dress which had been delivered to your apartment that afternoon, a love note included from Oswald. “Thank you, Ozzie.”

You leaned in to kiss him, lips meeting in the middle, soft and tender, his knuckles grazing against your cheek gently as you hummed into him. His large, warm palm held your thigh, shifting up slowly, bringing you closer to Oswald, sighing into your kiss as his fingers, hand fully under your dress now, grazed against the front of your underwear, lazily tracing the slit as he groaned.

“Mm, wait…Oz…”

You held him off, leaning away from the kiss and avoiding his concerned gaze.

“You’re always so shy around me, doll. I thought you might get over that, no? Do I make you nervous?”

You expected his trademark smile, the gold tooth glinting as he grinned mischievously, but he seemed genuinely worried, upset that he might make you uncomfortable.

“No, Oz. Well not…not really, it’s just-”

“Not really? So a little bit then?”

“I haven’t gone this far before. With anyone. I’ve never made it this long in a relationship and I’ve never…when you touched me it…”

“Oh, sweetheart.”

“I’ve just always been shy about…that. Self-conscious I suppose. And I really like you Oz, I love you! I just don’t want to let you down.” Oz held your hand in his, squeezing it, smoothing over the skin with his thumb as you spoke. “You’re very sweet to me, you make me feel like it might be ok?” You tried to suppress the tears that were falling, embarrassment tinging your cheeks a warm pink colour. “I’m being really silly! I just don’t know what I want right now, at this exact moment.” You tried to laugh, but it came out as a sob. Oswald was on it though, holding you close to him, hands around your back, pressing the back of your head to his chest. He leaned back, your chin in his hand as he forced your gaze to his, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

“Listen, kid. You could never let me down. There’s no way, come on! If you want me, you can have me, if you don’t, we’ll go to dinner. How’s that sound?”

In that exact second, you knew you wanted Oz more than anything, and you sealed it with a kiss. Lips moving softly and then slowly getting harder, more passionate, as Oswald leaned into you, his hands gliding over your skin, clutching your body in his feverish grip, arousal building in you both.

Pressing forward, Oswald lay you back on the sofa, stroking your cheek, his eyes moving up and down your body. The tips of his fingers tickled at your lips before easing your mouth open, two of them inserted in, pressing down on your tongue as you sucked, intuitively. With his free hand, he slipped the straps of your dress from your shoulders, pulling it down over your breasts, his large hands cupping them, firm but not too much pressure in the hold he had. He moved to the hem of the dress next, sliding it up around your waist, meeting the rest of the fabric which now clumped around your waist. Finally, he moved to your panties, looking into your eyes for confirmation that he wasn’t moving too fast and met with your enthusiastic nod.

Oswald’s free fingers teased at the fabric, pushing them aside to expose your whole pussy to him, his fingers, wet and slick from your sucking, rubbing slowly, pushing into you and spreading you open, thick and warm and wet. As his digits moved expertly inside of you, hooking up and catching the more sensitive spots, he kissed up your stomach, mouth surrounding your nipple, sucking tenderly, his tongue lapping around them, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin. He looked up at you, catching your eye as you trailed your fingers over his thinning hair, watching the way he tasted you.

“Is this ok, baby?”

“Ozzie, I want more.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I am more than happy to give it to you.”

With his fingers pumping inside of you, he unbuckled his belt untucking his shirt so it hung loose, undoing his bowtie also, along with the top button of his shirt, exposing his chest, thick hair visible, saliva collecting in your mouth at the sight. As he fiddled with his shirt, undoing another button, he took off his gold chain, placing it over your head and tracing it against your chest with his fingers.

“Looks good on you.” He winked as he stood up, gripping your hips with his hands and shifting your waist onto the arm of the sofa, raising you to the right height for him to enter into you. He slipped your panties off, grazing your ankles with his hands on the way down, pushing them apart and watching your spread your legs for him as he tore open the condom from his suit trousers, evidently optimistic for your date this evening.

He pressed the head of his cock into you, sliding easily past your lips with your copious amounts of slick from his touch, groaning at how tight you were around him as you clenched around his stiff, thick length, desperate for more.

Your hands grasped at the sofa, the pillows around you, nails scratching down the fabric.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart, grab those soft tits.”

You moaned as your fingers teased at your nipples, hands cupping and grasping at your breasts.

“Still ok?”

“Mhm.” It was all you could muster through the pleasure, but it was enough to have him start at a slightly faster pace, holding your hips to pull you closer to him, to get deeper into you.

Oswald shifted you back down flat onto the sofa, pulling out of you as he did so, and eliciting a soft pout from your lips. Leaning down into you, he kissed your protruding lips, kneeling either side of you, your hips raised up on a pillow, thighs around his waist as he pressed himself back inside of you. Oswald lifted one of your legs, resting it against his chest and shoulder, kissing your calf and ankle as he held it for leverage.

His large thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing small circles around it, the ring on his finger cold and adding to the pleasure, in tandem with the heat of his palm on your abdomen, bringing you close to orgasm.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna cum…I want you…wanna feel you warm all over me…do it baby.”

You screamed his name, reaching your hand up to hold his shirt, cumming as he thrust himself into you, breathily finishing as you repeated his name, managing to mumble out a ‘thank you’. That seemed too much for him, as he came into you, grunting as he pulled out. He tossed the condom into the trash can, returning to the couch to cradle you in his arms, pulling you up by his chain and kissing you hard.

“You did a great job, sweetheart.”

“You were great too.” You smiled at him, winking, and you could swear you saw him blush.

[nxjirx]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ༊*·˚

Part l of ?

Kalim x F! reader x Jamil (slight angst)

-there’s not enough love for these two on here so I’m taking it into my own hands

✾ In which Jamil shatters your heart and Kalim picks up the pieces.

-ˏ͛⑅　‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹ ‧̫‧ ⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙　⑅ˏ͛-

Nobody ever talked about how hard it feels to breathe after a heartbreak. Like the ceiling has collapsed in on your lungs, holding them hostage, crushing and tearing at every bit of oxygen, every bit of life left in your body ‘till even just existing was much too painful to bear.

That’s the best way I could describe the turmoil I was experiencing on the inside at the moment. Tiara long forgotten and tossed away to the floor, the fabric of the expensive dress Kalim’s family had so lovingly given me as a gift now was dirtied by my running makeup and the grime of the floor.

Hugging my knees close to my chest, head down, I leaned into the corner I had hidden myself away in inside of the Asim family residence’s garden. I shuddered and just as I was regaining composure sobs racked throughout my body once more, for how was I expected to walk back inside, all smiles after what he, what Jamil, had done.

Being so caught up in my wallowing, I failed to notice the light and urgent footsteps approaching me. Looking up, (though my vision was still blurred from the tears brimming my eyes) I recognized the signature head of white colored hair. Ah, it’s Kalim.

I watched as he slowly came to a stop in front of me. He stared, and neither of us said anything for a while. The silence was deafening and yet, it felt comforting. Everything felt that way around Kalim, warm and safe, comforting in the way a home cooked meal made by your mother would be.

“Can? I uh-,” he started.

Before he could get another word out I nodded and moved over to make room for him to sit, wiping the residue of the tear tracks that had once raced down my face, now mostly dried up and resting on my cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Sorry?! Sorry for what, what are you talking abo-,”.

“I ruined the party you know; running out like that surely must have made quite a scene,”.

He leaned backwards till his back hit the wall and sighed,brows furrowing and eyes gently closing.

“You know,” he started while opening only one of his eyes and glancing at me, a lighthearted spark dancing in the reflection of his pupil. “I probably caused more of a scene than you did. When I saw you run out like that, I got so startled I threw my drink at a guest and started to run after you haha. I’m pretty sure I even knocked over some flower filled vases while trying to dodge people on my way out,” he jested. “So what I’m trying to get at is, don’t worry about it, ok?”.

Oh by the seven, oh by the seven. I would never get over how utterly and genuinly sweet Kalim was. But even with his warm smiles and comforting presence, the dread from the evenings earlier events came crawling back up my spine. It gnawed and scratched at me, like ice eroding away at my heart, turning it black and blue with frostbite.

“Thank you Kalim,” I watched as he raised an eyebrow, a silent What for? forming on his face.

“For always being here, you know, for me. If there was a star in the sky for every time you’ve made me feel better, it would twinkle so much everyone would go blind,” a quiet chuckle escaped my lips and I shivered, shrinking into myself as if trying to escape the cold.

“Anytime,” he said.

“For you, I’d reach into a pot of burning coals if you just asked me to,” he smiled and reached his arm over my shoulder, pressing his head to mine.

I exhaled, relishing in his touch. “So, uh, if it’s not too much,” he started, brows furrowing once more in concern, “What happened with Jamil?”.

[ssahotchdad]

reckless

– or in which aaron thinks emily’s reckless, and she knows just the way to lighten the mood.

read on archive of our own or below the cut.

IT WASN'T UNTIL THE door of the black SUV shut that Emily realized the agents were back at Quantico, safely within the Bureau's parking garage. Next to her, the driver's seat was empty, the BAU’s unit chief standing outside the car, impatiently waiting for her to exit the vehicle. She wasn't one to distance herself from cases or decisions she made in the field, but this time around, she felt like it — maybe the reprimanding she was expecting from Aaron wouldn't be as tough then. Exiting the vehicle, she could hear how calm he was, his voice low, steady, his tone comforting as he sent the rest of the team home, with the strict order to rest up, even adding he didn't expect any of them to show up at work until 9 am the following morning.

Emily shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans, smiling at the other agents, who nodded gratefully at Aaron, before vanishing. Reid was off to play chess, presumably against Rossi, Morgan had been bragging about the possibility of a date–night if the case didn't drag out, and JJ had promised Garcia a night of wine and rom–coms ( Emily had been invited too, but unbeknownst to the team, she would be heading home with Aaron this night, a routine the two had been practicing a while ).

The team had worked worked what she would consider to be a hard case; a desperate and panicked man had abducted and murdered both adults and kids, before ending his act of attention–seeking with suicide by cop, the cop being Aaron Hotchner. However, nothing about the take–down had been as the team first predicted, and in what she considered to be a hopeless situation that could possibly end with the death of one, or maybe more, team–members, Emily had done a rather risky move. Taking a page out of Reid's book, she dropped both her gun and vest, taking it upon herself to distract the unsub while the team, under directions of Aaron, got control of the entire scene.

She could tell Aaron wasn't pleased with her decision — hell, none on the team were. Morgan had started his yelling as they walked back to the cars, while Reid rambled about the chances that she could have been fatally injured in a situation like it. 'Cause you're one to talk, was all Emily could think about, lowering her head a little as she rolled her eyes at the younger agent.

Soon, the two found themselves alone in the garage. Emily hadn't moved, mostly because she was half–expecting Aaron to have something to say. Yet, he remained quiet, calm, keeping his composure as he started walking. The CCTV of the garage was fairly simple — surprisingly enough, and Aaron was aware of a hallway leading to nothing, where no cameras even covered. And that's where Emily followed him, when he spun on his heels to face her, the calm composure having left his body. This time, she wasn't facing Hotch. she was facing Aaron, the man she loved, the man she fell asleep next to at night.

A mixture of worry and anger decorating his face as he looked at her. "What you did was reckless." He growled, hands at his hips as he studied her face. They had made a deal never to profile one another, but sometimes, especially during frustrating periods at work and during arguments, they would find themselves profiling each other, attempting to figure out what the other was thinking. This time, though, Aaron wasn't profiling. he was genuinly concerned, worried, angry that she had risked her life like that, even if it was for him and the rest of the team, and now he was trying to look for a hint of what he imagined would be regret. "You could have gotten hurt."

"But I didn't." Emily countered, taking a step closer to him. He was warm, something he always got when he was angry. Aaron was always warmer than her; they were opposites like that, Emily always being slightly cold, Aaron always being warm. "I didn't get hurt, I'm all good. Besides, I'm a grown woman, Aaron. you can't make my decisions for me, no matter how much you want to."

"But I'm your boss." He responded, his voice even deeper as he leaned forward, eyes narrow as he made eye contact with her. Hotch was all gone, this wasn't the same demeanor he would give the rest of the team if they disobeyed him. This was Aaron, she could tell by the lack of what she called the BAU frownline ( instead, it had been exchanged for worry lines she knew only she could cause ).

"Shouldn't we be having this conversation in your office then, considering in this very place, I am your subordinate?" Emily raised an eyebrow, causing Aaron to scoff.

He didn't answer right away, his jaw clenched and eyes narrow, though he almost jumped at the sound of a car–door shutting, causing him to push Emily against the wall. Seconds later, however, the garage was back to complete silence, the other agents having left, and once again Aaron turned his attention towards the woman between his arms. "Right now, the borders between personal and professional is a little too blurred for me." Aaron growled again, keeping his eyes locked on her as he waited for her to respond. When she didn't, a sigh escaped his lips. "Look, professional or personal doesn't actually matter right now, I'm angry because I could have lost you. I'm angry because the team could have lost you. I'm angry because—," he trailed off, once again clenching his jaw tightly, a move that would scare others, though Emily couldn't help herself — it was rather attractive.

"I've got to ask." She breathed out, doing what she could to keep her voice and breath steady. They were standing close. She could smell Aaron's cologne, the gentle smell that always made her feel secure, at home. She could see the way his chest moved with every breath he took, and the way he was never able to stay angry enough at her, the softness of his feelings expressed through the almost sad expression in his eyes. "Are we flirting, or are we fighting?"

“I've got you pinned against the wall." Aaron scowled. "and I'm angry."

"Yeah, my question still stands." Emily spoke up, a smirk tugging on her lips as she noticed the expression on Aaron's face changing. "Look, I know you why you're angry, and I know why you're worried. Truth is, I'd be feeling the very same things if it had been you risking your life during the case. At one point we just have to accept the risk that comes with this job; we're both doing it, and we're both putting ourselves through that risk."

Aaron's gaze flickered for a moment, before he leaned in, closing the gap between them as he pressed his lips to hers, surprising her. "I know, I know — it's just, I love you." Aaron paused, his entire expression mellowing as he looked at her, the small smile on her lips staying put as she placed her hands on his neck, pulling him in for another quick kiss. "Can we agree that if either one of us is to do this again, we give each other some signal first? I don't want to walk into an unsub's house and find you on the floor, without a vest or gun, and I'm sure you wouldn't want that either."

"It's a deal." Emily nodded, running her hand through his hair once, before he stepped back, a sigh escaping his lips. It was almost fascinating how his demeanor changed, the stoicism returning as he turned back into Hotch.

"I’ve got some paperwork to do, but head home, alright? I'll see you when I’m done." He offered, though stopped as she shook her head at him. "Or, wait – I guess. The couch in my office is all yours for a rest while I finish up."

"That's more like it." She chuckled, letting out a little sigh, before following him inside the building, and into the bullpen where Morgan, JJ and Garcia still found themselves, casually chatting. Aaron and Emily's relationship? In their eyes it was secret, but to the team of profilers, it was no secret that something was going on. As if it wasn't something they had figured already, it was confirmed during that case — the flash of genuine worry someone would only express to someone you love dearly on Aaron's face as he noticed Emily being completely unprotected, the way he patiently waited until they were back at Quantico to tell her what he thought.

Besides, it wasn't the only time they had caught the two doing what Rossi liked to call angry flirting, and it wouldn't be the last.

[yandere-sins]

ah, there’s so much i want to say to you but it all boils down to; you’re so extremely talented and, i’m sorry if this sounds a bit weird, the way you interact w those on your blog really makes me happy to see someone so kind-hearted, and makes me want to be nice to those around me too. i wouldn’t consider myself a mean person, but i do struggle to be nice to people just because i kinda feel insecure about it, somehow? i like being kind, but i always feel judged for “trying to hard” when i am; but you make me see that it’s ok to be nice!! this sounds so fucking stupid, but yeah. have an amazing evening/night!! <3

Thank you, that’s really kind of you to say! 🥺♥

With the internet personas it’s really a hit and miss these days, you can see it all over social media, everywhere. I think the ones that are most approached are people that have a very, very sweet (it’s hard to describe, like the ones that always give you cute nicknames and the like? If you know you know lol), cutesy interaction way and the ones that are very blunt, sarcastic, not afraid to put someone in their place, cause people just enjoy reading those replies (it’s me, I am people).

But I just want to tell you, you’re not alone with how you feel.

I have the same struggle as you, as in, I really want to interact with people, bounce ideas, just chat, and I maybe wanted it a little too much in the past, but I can’t pull off those personas. (If those are just personas or how the people really are is anyone’s guess don’t @ me lol, just sharing my experiences!) I tried to be more like them, and I failed due to the language barrier and just getting frustrated over time for various reasons, so I eventually gave up. Like you, I got insecure and felt like other’s would judge me for how I acted, so I drew back from interactions to save face. For a while I was just happy when people read my writing and I didn’t really want to interact with anyone beyond the requests, and so, I didn’t. I think, the time it took me to go back to interacting with others, helped to get to better know me and what I want. So yeah, I really understand what you mean because I experienced all of it first hand.

The thing that changed for me, personally, was when I opened this blog and just decided I wanted to be how I am. (With yandere being such a no-no topic I was sure that it would either bring like-minded people or those I don’t want to concern myself with, but no inbetweens lol) Not sure if people have expectations of yandere writers, but I want to thank people before writing their requests and I want to be kind when someone takes the time to write me! Even if it makes others think I am trying too hard to strike up a conversation, I choose to be myself and just reply what I feel like replying. Maybe that’s trying too hard for others but when the anons come back and continue a conversations we have, then I only see two people having fun together (: Don’t get me wrong, I still won’t take shit from anons but I also learned that the healthiest way for me is just to delete and move on. (And yes, some people get offended about how you act with them, not just the posts you put out.) I get my fair share of hate but if it’s not constructive criticism I delete it and forget about it after a few days. I, too, am rather direct and I will speak my mind if I see fit, but I also decided to not be afraid of making a mistake and apologizing and learning from it. All this allows me to be how I want to be, and I hope that it will encourage even more people to talk to me someday ^^

When I thank everyone for interacting, I genuinly mean what I say because it really makes me happy beyond belief to have a chance to talk to so many people from all over the world and I love talking to everyone who comes for a chat or share their ideas! For me that’s enough reason to keep doing it (: ♥

So yeah, hang in there anon! You’re not alone in these self-doubts and worries, but just be yourself and find the people that make you happy and help make the bad thoughts disappear! You’ll be fine, I promise, even if it takes a while or isn’t like you wish it would be all the time, it works out exactly as it is meant to. Interacting is sometimes tiring and hard, so it’s okay if you need a break, but when you want to, just enjoy it! As you say, it’s okay to be kind! It’s okay to make mistakes and apologize for them, so there isn’t really anything to be scared off. You can’t change other people(’s thoughts) so sometimes it’s better to just ignore and move on, rather than let it hold you back! ♥

[smilesthroughfandoms]

What Your Favorite Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Characters Says About You

Charlie: You think Disney Princess movies would be better if they let the princesses be gay and say the f-word.

Vaggie: You’re a lesbian simp, and that’s valid.

Angel Dust: You either connect with him on some sort of level or you want to screw him... or both...

Alastor: You either like his aesthic, are happy to have Aro/Ace representation, or you want to screw him... or some odd combo of the above.

Husk: Look, I can’t prove you weren’t apart of the Szechuan Sauce riots a couple years back, but I can’t not prove it either.

Niffty: You stanned Pinkie Pie unironically.

Mimzy: You’re just vibing in the fandom and that’s valid.

Baxter: You think the “Mad Scientist” trope is underrated.

Crymini: You were apart of the TikTok group that screwed Donald Trump’s rallies and I admire you SO MUCH

Cherri Bomb: You liked Izzy from the Total Drama franchise a little to much.

Sir Pentious: You think Zuko’s redemption arc is overrated. As far as you’re concerned, Dr. Doofenshmirtz has the best character arc of all time.

Valentino: I’m afraid of you.

Vox: You liked Firelord Ozai and White Diamond a little to much.

Velvet: You KINNED Pinkie Pie unironically.

Rosie: You’re convinced Mary Poppins has a body count she’s not telling anyone about.

Fat Nuggets: You are a firm believer in CUTE 👏 PETS 👏 HAVING 👏 RIGHTS 👏.

Helsa: You relate to Regina George on a spiritual level.

Blitzo: You think offensive humor is a criminally underappreciated in our modern time.

Moxxie: You either had an Invader Zim phase in middle school or you’re going through an The Office phase now.

Millie: I have no joke. You are just genuinly good person... Unless you want to screw her in which case you’re valid but stop she’s married.

Loona: You’re a furry.

Stolas: You take being horny on main to an entirely new level.

Octavia: You like goth girls.

Stella: Your favorite subreddits are the revenge based kind.

Andrelphus: He hasn’t even showed up yet you thirsty mofos!

Verosika: You want to be stepped on.

Tex: You’re a Furry but I’m directing it more at the MLM crowd.

RoboFizz: You are a simp. I’ve seen the tumblr tags and believe me, I could say a lot worse.

Fizzaroli: You are a simp and I mean that both affectionatly and derogatorily.

Asmodeus (Ozzie): You want to be stepped on but I’m directing it (again) at the MLM crowd.

Mrs. Mayberry: You think Matilda would’ve been a lot better if Ms. Honey just let loose and slapped a bitch.

Loopty Goopty: You know for a fact Willy Wonka has a body count.

Lyle Lipton: Your first fictional crush was either Bigweld from Robots or Dr. Eggman from Sonic

Paimon: You are not good at “daddying” but you MIGHT be a daddy.

Cash Buckzo: You are not good at “daddying” and you are definitely NOT a daddy.

Crimson: The Godfather is not a good movie to base your entire personality on you stop that.

Chazz: Your real name is Chad and I totally believe your pee-pee is big /s

Cletus: You think being condescending is a personality trait

Keenie: You’re the star of at least 3 Entitled Parent stories on reddit.

Collins: You are a doormat. Stand up for yourself more.

Deerie: Your name is Karin. Yes spelled exactly like that.

Striker: Thristy Simps, all of you.

Sallie May: You're cool. No joke. You're Just cool.

Wally Wackford: Your favorite trope is Wacky Shenanigans in which hijinx ensue.

Agent One/Agent Two: You think liking the Men in Black franchise qualifies as having a personality.

Eddie: You are literally twelve, how are you here right now.

[imnotusedtobeingloved]

HAPPY IS YOU

(PLEASE DON’T REBLOG!)

Warnings: No longer unrequited love???

Pairing: Zuko x Mai x f!Reader

Characters: Zuko, Mai, King Kuei (mentioned)

Requested: Yes!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the gif. Credit to the owners.

Summary: A happy ending for Y/N.

A/N: Here it is! This is part three to “happy is her”.

The chatter and the music that rang through the hall did nothing to ease your nerves.

Your eyes flickered back and forth between Zuko, who had his back to you standing at the other end of the hall and Mai, who looked at you expectantly.

“I really... don’t know if that’s such a good idea, Mai.”

Your friend raised a brow.

“What are you scared of?” She asked, while you played with your fingers, lowering your eyes. “Of what he’s going to say... how he’s going to react...” you mumbled and shrugged.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, folding her arms in front of her chest. “he might not be the exact same Zuko from back then, but he’s not a stranger. Deep down he’s still the goofy, firebending, turtleduck-lover you remember.”

You bit your bottom lip, looking over her shoulder. From across the room you saw him turn, eyes scanning his surroundings. He was clearly searching for Mai to get him out of his misery.

The little crease between his brows disappeared when he spotted your friend, but once his eyes switched to see who she was talking to, they widened.

Your first instinct was to flee, but Mai took a look over her shoulder and grabbed your elbow, before you had any chance to escape.

Zuko navigated through the people in the hall with long strides and the closer he came, the more you realized how tall he had grown. He wore traditional Firenation attire, a swirl od red, black and gold.

“(Y/N),” he spoke, softly. As if he couldn’t believe you were here. “you’ve come back.”

“I’m one of King Kuei’s advisors. He’s gotten sick. I’m here to represent the Earth Kingdom.” You clarified, forcing yourself to get the words out, despite your nerves.

“Ah.” He said, lamely.

Mai rubbed the bridge of her nose.

You had a lot of things to say. A lot of time to make up with either of them, but you found yourself unsure where to start. Seeing them again after all this time was beautiful and terrifying.

Thankfully, Mai was there to rescue you. Like she had so many times before.

“I’m going to leave you two to talk.” She interfered and went.

Zuko eyed you for a moment, before putting a hand at the small of your back, leading you. “Come on. Let us speak outside, where it is calm.”

You nodded and remained silent until you were on the terrace. The laughter and the music followed you out and eventually faded, once he closed the doors behind you.

Your heart beat rapidly against your chest and you did not dare to face him yet. Once a few seconds passed, he put a hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N),” he said, softly. “you’re tense. Am i making you uncomfortable?”

“No. It’s just...” You searched for the right words to come to mind. “I’m trying to figure out how to tell you that i’m sorry. I’m sorry for leaving you. And Mai. And everyone else.”

A small smile pulled at Zuko’s mouth, but a moment later it disappeared.

“Mai missed you, you know?”

“I know. She told me. I heard she’s not the only one who did.”

A little crease formed between the Fire Lord’s brows. “I just didn’t understand why you did it, (Y/N). Why so sudden? Why did you leave without saying goodbye?”

“Mai didn’t tell you about my letter?”

“She did. But she never showed me. She never told me what it was about. Even while you were gone, she took your side.”

“Well...” you mumbled, lowering your eyes. “that was my goodbye. I thought she would explain it to you, since the two of you were... one.”

Zuko shook his head, stepping closer. “And then we weren’t. So, are you going to tell me what really happened? Did someone threaten you?” His features darkened, reminded of the many attempts on his life since he’d stepped up to his position.

“No! No. Never.” You reassured, eyes shooting up to his.

“Then what happened?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why is that?”

“It is embarrassing.”

“(Y/N),” he took one of your hands in his. They were warm. “We are still friends, are we not? You can still trust me, whatever it is that bothers you.”

You pursed your lips. He looked at you with so much hope, so much kindness. It nearly brought tears to your eyes, realizing how much you had missed. The young prince had grown into an intimidating and respected Fire Lord, heavily involved with all parts of the world as you knew it.

“I left because—” The words got stuck in your throat.

“Because?” He gently urged, golden eyes burning into your soul.

“I left because i was in love with you, okay? I was in love with my best friends boyfriend and it was embarrassing! I couldn’t stay around you any longer, back then. It... i just couldn’t take it anymore. So i left.” You lowered your head in shame, not able to meet his stare any longer.

Zuko was silent.

“Was?” He then said.

“What?”

“You said ‘was’. Does that mean you’re not in love with me any longer?”

“I don’t know.” You bit your bottom lip. There was no denying that the attraction between the two of you hadn’t completely vanished. You knew for a fact that you had been in love with the boy back then, but the question was if that still applied to the man he had become.

“Is there any way to find out?” He asked, nudging your chin with his fingers, to look up at him.

“What are you saying?”

“There is no love in this world, (Y/N), that is embarrassing. It should be cherished. It is true that i loved Mai, but i regret that you had to leave how you did. I wouldn’t have judged you for it.” The corners of his mouth lifted into a beautiful smile.

“Thank you, Zuko. That means a lot to me.”

“I’ve always loved you, (Y/N). Maybe even as more than just a friend, i realize that now. But the young boy back then was too blind to see it,” Zuko was so close, that his chest almost touched yours, his hand still under your chin. “Seeing you tonight has made me recognize a lot of things i didn’t see, before you were gone. I propose, if you’d be willing, we could explore those feelings together, that once were.”

What was the right thing to say in such a situation? Your mouth slightly open and wide-eyed you searched his face for any pointers that this was actually some kind of cruel joke.

He could not be serious, could he?

“(Y/N)?” Zuko pulled you out of your thoughts, his expression turning concerned. “I’ve been too forward haven’t i?”

You swallowed dryly. “You haven’t.”

His features lit up as his eyes flickered over your face. “So you are giving us another chance?”

Hesistantly, you nodded. “I am, if you are.”

Relieved, he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I most definetely am,” he leaned down, burying his head where your neck curved into your shoulder. Just like he did when you were small. “i am so glad to have you back, (Y/N). I cannot imagine spending another day without you.”

“I’ll make sure you don’t have to.” You grinned.

Standing on your tiptoes, you could see Mai pass the window over his shoulder, giving you a look that seemed like approval, before she disappeared back into the crowd.

Zuko peeled away slightly, only to tilt his head to capture your lips with his. And with your best friends approval, you kissed back. It was better than you’d imagined it to be. They were soft, molding perfectly into yours, and his satin hair tickled your cheek.

He made sure to leave you breathless.

By the time the two of you pulled apart, your lunges ached for air. Zuko laughed softly, infecting you with his delight, sharing small kisses between your shared joy.

“Promise you’ll never leave again, will you?” He adored you. You could see it in his eyes. It was so undoubtably and genuinly him, that you smiled until your cheeks hurt.

You lifted a hand, softly trailing over the scar on his face, before cupping his cheek.

“I won’t. I promise.”