#Yashi is such a nice person!

[leafith]

Story time!

Today I was playing Sky COTL and I decided to finish all the Realms. I went in the Wastelands - so many Krills😦🔫- and I finally reached with my Skykid (called Judy) the Vault of Knowledge.

I saw some other players and they called me like:«HONK HONK HONK!!!!». So I went to them. They wanted my help to open a door.

Sadly, I didn't have the emote needed to open that door. I spent like half an hour trying to tell them that I couldn't help them and finally one of them (a girl with loose hair) invited me to sit on a bench with her.

I explained to her that it was my first time in the Vault (I didn't tell her about the new and old account because I didn't want to make the long speech) and she offered to help me finish the Realm.

She was so kind! We became friends and her name was Yashi!

She also asked me if we could take a screenshot together (after completing the Vault). I said YES (I MEAN. YESHHHH!!) and she took me to the Prairie (I FUCKING LOVE THE PRAIRIE)! She took a screenshot with her appearing to be offering me dark crabs! I couldn't screen wahhhhhhhh :(

But... I made a gift for her! I hope she has Tumblr so she can see it!

Everything in this drawing happened for real!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭💛💛💛💛💛💛

[moonchild033]

Hello! I really love your astrology observations; they’re extremely well detailed and offer such a fresh, unique perspective ❤️ I see you’ve mentioned Bhavattoma in one of your posts in the context of planets repeating houses in D1 and D9- what are your thoughts on Rahu Ketu being bhavattoma in the first-seventh axis? How do you think that will impact the native during their planetary period? Thank you ✨❤️✨

Hello dear!

Thank you for appreciating my blog, it means a lot :) Also this is a really nice and thoughtful question. ❤

Rahu and Ketu bhavottama is not that much auspicious in this 1st-7th axis as the afflicted planets/shadow planets are getting double the power and thus enhances the not-so-ideal characteristics in the individual. Bhavottama is less powerful when compared with vargottama planets.

If a person has 1st-7th Rahu-Ketu axis and its either vargottama or bhavottama, it denotes that their materialistic desires or detachment issues in partnerships are more heightened than people who have it only in their D1 chart. It is advisable to find a partner who understands their thought process, dreams and priorities when it comes to marriage making.

During their planetary period, the native may have exaggerated desires and likes to be create a very popular self image which can be deceiving at times, they may ignore or do not focus much in commitments like marriage and can grow disinterested or detached with people around them, especially their partner. (If Rahu in 1st and Ketu in 7th).

During their planetary period, the native may feel less confident in themselves and can become very anti-social. They can be more prone to multiple love affairs but lacking commitment or facing many heartbreaks. (If Ketu in 1st and Rahu in 7th).

If anyone gets by this post, Do not get sad after reading this alone, kindly refer this post below on Rahu-Ketu dosha to understand better :) 🤗

Please feel free to comment down your thoughts or questions.❤☺

Let's Learn and Grow Together!💅💋

With Love-Yashi❤⚡

Here's my Masterlist! 💖

[ashstfu]

hii ash did you like the food you had today? how do you radiate so much warmth and love, people are so mean i cannot help but sulk like a kid and why is every day just like the other it kinda sucks how monotonous life is why do i keep bothering people with my stupid thoughts and why do i think so much also would you like it if i shared my not so delicious food with you?

hiii yashi <3 first of all i can’t cook to save my life so i would actually love love if u share your food w me. trust me the best i can do is boil water and if it makes u feel any better i burned my toast this morning 🤫 also. i’m not always full of warmth and love. some days im like ok fuck you fuck this fuck that.. the balance of being a ray of sunshine & little bit of a cunt you know. but at the core of my heart i’m a lover girl through and through. my goal in life is to be a warm and sweet person. i want to be as loving and kind i can be <3 and baby :( if everyday is just like the other you have got to realise that the only person that can add substance to you days is YOU. individual moments can have their own little pleasures. a nice cloud passing by. your favorite spoon coming up next in the silverware drawer. a funny joke. noticing how soft and comfy your bed is when you climb into it. when the "big picture" is all pain and suffering, the little things shine with little faerie lights of their own. and even if you aren’t in a position to be able to truly enjoy these things, you can at least notice them.. don’t rely on an external source to change your life for you. be the change (literally) you want to see in the world. also stop feeling like you bother people with your thoughts. somebody somewhere wants to hear your thoughts i promise :)

[miyaniacs]

Sinfully Sweetheart HC. Pt 5

Hinata, Lev and Kenma 

feat. Kuroo

pt. 1,  pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt. 6 

Sorry this is soooo long???? and a mess and sorry if this is trash but I feel like Hinata is way too innocent to get what’s going on rn 

SOO LETS START 

So you know each other since you were small

Your as cheerful and positive as him 

You also like to please everyone 

So you’re rather kind and helpful

Because your so close to Hinata everyone 

And I mean EVERYONE thought you’re just as innocent / obvious than him 

Including Hinata himself 

you two went to Kenmas birthday party 

The rest of the team was also invited because Kuroo forced him to give a proper birthday PARTY 

So it’s team Nekoma and Team Karasuno 

And Bokuto + Akaashi ( Gym 3 sticks together  - ride or die ✊🏼)  

Oh and yes Fukurodanis Managers ( Yukie and Kaori) are there too making it 5 girls and about 20+ guys lol ) 

Yes Kuroo did tease Kenma for having like no female friends

And yes Kenma did clap back asking him why HE haven’t brought some of his female friends 

Now everyone is dancing and having a good time 

You sit together with Kenma, Kuroo, Hinata, Yaku and Lev talking about the latest Switch games 

You’re being the sunshine you are, kept smiling and laughing 

Always helping Lev out when Yaku and Kuroo kept teasing him 

It was really fun 

THENNN Yamamoto and Tanaka come over to your little group 

„Hey, we thought about going some truth or dare? You’re in?“ 

You all nodded and walked over to the others 

NOW the real fun starts 

Yamamoto was the first one to spin 

The bottle lands onnnnnnnnn

Kageyama  

„Truth“ he simply says 

„BUhhh that’s so boring“ Hinata complains 

„TELL US. WHO was the last person you kissed?“ Yamamoto asks 

Kags blushes 

„Uhm I can’t remember ..“

„OHHH SHUT UP YOU DO!!“ Hinata is laughing his ass of

„STOP IT BOKE“ 

„OHH NO I WONT“ 

„Ok what happened?“ Yuki asks 

„He Kissed Oikawa“ Tsuki simply says and smirks 

„I DID NOT“ a red Tags complains

„YOU DID!!!“ Hinata laughs 

„Ok to be fair - he fell on top of him while they where in one of their typical arguments and it just happened“ you tried to help

„Y/N stop trying to be so nice - he kissed him end of the story.“ Tanaka laughs 

Tags takes the bottle and angrily spins it 

And it lands onnnnn 

LEV

„Dare“ he puffs his chest 

„I dare you to uhh .. hug Yachi“

„WHAAAAT“ Yashi panics lol 

„It’s just a hug - you’re here with the big guys so this will be the most innocent thing that’s going to happen“ Kuroo 

„Kuroo. No. Hinata,Y/N, and Yamaguchi are here“ Sugawara comments 

Meanwhile lev got up already as red as Yachi and walked over to her and bend down to hug her 

It’s the most awkward thing you see. 

She’s as stiff as person can be, arms hanging down her sides 

He looks like some cracked stick? 

Its a MESS

But hey they made it 

Yachi stopped working but oh well 

After some more rounds the bottle lands on you

And it was Hinatas turn to ask 

„Truth“ you say 

„Ok y/n just one question why did you and your best friend called this one musician a Daddy?”

You chocked on your drink, Kuroo and Bokuto are rolling on the floor laughing and Sugawara  together with Daichi faceplam 

„Uhm .. idk who you’re talking about?“ You smile 

„You know .. what was he called.. Skepta?“ ( I’m so sorry but besides that he is litterly a daddy since he’s got a cute babygirl he’s also a daddy. During his concert my best friend and I were dying and some guy behind us was like: yes I know he’s a daddy ) 

„Ohhh yeah he has a little daughter that’s why“ you smile happy that you could keep up your cover 

„Ohhh damn and here was thinking our litte y/n isn’t as innocent as we all think“ Kaori laughs 

Sugawara and Daichi are now really relieved lol 

The next rounds contained : 

Kenma giving Hinata a kiss on the cheek

Bokuto telling his most embarrassing story - it did include him in bed having fun alone and his aunt walking in 

Tsukishima giving everyone a compliment 

Etc 

Now the bottle was on Kuroo 

„Dare“ he says as if its nothing 

„Ok I dare you  to dance with y/n for 3 songs. And I choose them“ Akaashi says

„WHAT but - why me??“ You whine 

„ I mean, Yukie had do give Tanaka a kiss, Kaorie is already wasted, Yachi is still broken and Kiyoko - well I don’t want to fully kill Tanaka“ he explained 

„ I go easy on you“ Kuroo smirks 

So Akaashi takes out his phone, connects it to the speakers and goes through his library

The Take - Tory Lanez feat Chris Brown is on ( THE LYRICS THO already  at the beginning lol - one of the best songs to make out to / have sex - fight me) 

„YOU CANT BE SERIOUS NOW“ you scream 

„AKAASHI THERE ARE KIDS IN THE ROOM“ Daichi scrams and covers hinatas ears while Yaku does the same to Lev 

„Oh this will ne fun“ Kuroo smirks and winks he looks down at you 

So he gently lays his hands on your hips and moves you to the beat 

„I know you’re not really comfy rn so just follow me I’ll do the work“ he smiles because HE IS SOFTY and doenst want you to feel uncomfortable 

„Nah this is totally fine“ you smile „Just protect me from Daichi and Suga afterwards“ 

„Why should -” he begins but  you already put your hands around his neck and roll your hips 

„Ohh - so the daddy wasn’t because he got a daughter“ he smirks 

You just let your hands wander down his chest as you slowly go down to your knees, while still moving your hips to the beat

Hiantas eyes WIDEN ??? What happened to you?? 

He gets all flustered ?? 

Looking next to him he saw that Kenmas eyes are focused on your body - he’s never so focused except whe he plays games??? 

You’re moving back up rn arching your back 

„Doesn’t this hurt“ Sugawara asks himself 

Kuroo Hands are on your ass rn ( like its not his faut, its your for having such a great booty??)

Akaashi switches the song to Own it by Stormy ( for real tho I was at one of his concerts this February and guys. he could have taken me right there and I’d feel blessed ) feat Ed Sheehan and Burna Boy 

So you smile and turn around pressing yourself on Kuroo 

„Girl I love how you roll it, I put my hand there, hold it.“ And he puts his hands right under your belly and you start to move your hips Shakira level 

You’re still arching your back and everyone can see that Kuroo is enjoying this way too much 

Lev on the other hand 

After the first song he was in shock 

Now he’s slowly waking up and well his eyes are hearts now 

Kenma is still fixed on you and 

He put his PSP away?? 

Hinata I still flustered and doesn’t know how to talk 

„Uhm Daichi - This - I- why - why is Kuroo smirking I - and why is Bokuto Whistling ?“

„HINATA LOOK AWAY“ Suga scrams over the music 

„Kenma.. is this really happening rn?“Lev whispers 

He just nods and finally realised WHAT HE WAS LOOKING AT 

And now he’s ALL RED ??? 

And feels guilty?? Like why was he so amazed by the way you moved and why was he jealous of his best friend rn?? 

Lev still doesn’t really get what is happening lol 

You put one of your hands behind Kuroo neck and start body rolling

By NOW. Hinata is still flustered don’t get me wrong but also mad?? Like why are his friends looking at HIS BEST FRIEND like that?? 

„KENMA why are you blushing?! What are you thinking??“ He asks 

„No-Nothing . I just want this to be finished“ he mumbles but hell no. 

he’s actually thinking some really different stuff which made him not able to look at you for the rest of the night 

The last song begins 

And SUGA was going to KILL Akaashi. How could he be so reckless 

He and Daichi btw are way too focused to keep everyone in check to really focus on what you and Kuroo were doing 

You keep to singing to the song and feel Kuroos lips on your neck 

„I do think the only way to save you is that you stay really close by my side for the rest of the evening“ he growls and kisses your neck 

„To hide something?“ You tease and press your his against his crotch 

NOW the last song is up 

And yes sorry I had to use this 

PONY - Ginuwine 

SO you’re now fully feeling yourself 

And push Kuroo down on the sofa (Its a big one ok) 

RIGHT between KENMA AND LEV 

And you start giving him kind of a ✨lap dace ✨

You trun around, your hands gliding up and down ypur hips and you move roll your body

Bend over back up and walk to Kuroo kneeling over him ( like his legs are in-between yours ) And you hover over him moving as if your riding him, hands moving up and down your body 

SO your in your Element, Kuroos is enjoying it and everything is fine right? 

No 

KENMA on your left isn’t moving? He’s trying his best to NOT look next to him 

But now you stand up again?? And he is straight  up looking at you?? 

And you move your body in such a sexy way?? 

He never thought of you in that way and now he’s all SHY 

LEV could’t take his eyes off of you even for just a second 

In his mind he’s just : omg omg omg omg - mum I have sinned 

He doesn’t even realise that his nose started bleeding? 

Like ? Is this what it feels like when you’re watching porn?? 

Is this sex?? 

Because it SURE feels like sex to him 

Hinata is still asking Daichi what’s going on 

Tanaka trying to explain it to him AND KAGS but they just don’t get it? 

„But why is Kuroo so smug?“ Hinata asks? 

„She’s just dancing?“ Kags

„I woudnt call this just dancing“ Bokuto smirks 

So now it makes klick in Hinata head 

And he FINALLY realises what’s going on 

„OMG Y/N STOP“ he screams and grabs you and pulls you away from Kuroo 

Lev and Kenma wake up from their trance 

„Haha Hinata chill“ Kuroo laughs and CAUSALLY crosses his legs 

„CHILL. THIS WAS REAL LIFE PORN?“ Sugawara screams 

„I thought you’d know that this wasn’t porn?“ Akaashi laughs 

„ ITS NOT FUNNY. JUST look at poor LEV!“ 

And everyone does 

And start laughing 

„Uhm I go to the bathroom real quick“ he gets up and runs out of the room 

„Have funnnn“ Kuroo teases 

„Now Hinata can I get y/n back?“ He smirks 

„NO!!!“ 

„Omg Hinata let me go“ you laugh and walk over to Kuroo who pulls you in his lap for REASONS 

„You ruined her !!“ Hinata whines 

„I, for once, need to agree with him“ Daichi 

You just roll your eyes and look over to Kenma

„Hey Kenma? You okay?“ 

No answer, Kuroo waves his hand in front of his eyes 

Still no reaction 

„WOW you BROKE HIM TOO!“ Sugawara complains 

Lev’s now back and he can’t look at you anymore after what he just did and most importantly what he thought of 

„Why too?“ Kuroo asks and looks around the room just to see most of the others showing no reaction and are rather red 

The rest of the evening was quite chill 

They decided to play some games 

And Kenma lost all the time? 

Lev was having a pillow on his lap the whole time 

And Hinata was questioning reality because he felt stuff he shouldn’t  feel because of you? But now he does and grabs  Levs Pillow. 

Daichi and Suga are discussing how’s the best way to have THE TALK with Hinata and probs also Kageyama judging by the look on his face. 

[higheverweave]

Radiowaves winter break chapter 7

Already the goofball crew had some creative ideas.

"Oboro what exactly are you doing.....?" Aizawa sighed defeated

"Oh well my goal was to use my cloud quirk to decorate all of UA like snow!" Oboro chuckled.

"Are they gonna stay up though?" Hizashi questioned

"They should if not I'll just replace them or try something else to brighten up the campus....

I also have to think of appropriate and fun decorations to represent each of the winter holidays so everyone feels represented!"

Oboro thought aloud.

"You enjoy the challenge way too much?" Aizawa frowned....

"And what are you doing for joy during winter holidays." Oboro questioned/

"one week of Uninterrupted Naps .... Free from ... the musings of certain loud blondes." Aizawa deadpanned.

"That isn't cool man...." Hizashi put his hand on his heart faking hurt.

"Ooooh don't go hurting his heart now.... Then Suru won't get anything over winter break. We don't want Susu to be sad because we broke Zashi!!" Oboro chuckled.

"Speaking of which are you going to do what we discussed...?" Oboro looked at Zashi.

"Uh... I'm going to try... the thing is is that... She isn't just anyone." Hizashi blushed.

"Just ask her out already so I can stop hearing you pine over her!" Aizawa rolled his eyes...

"No but in all seriousness. She's nice and yeah

There are other girls in our class but ... I've never seen anybody actually look at somebody like you look at her.... I mean sure in like corny movies

Where one person will be staring at another while they aren't looking.... Yeah bro that's you and Susu.

Although sometimes I see Aizawa eyeing this redhead but it isn't the same because they haven't even talked."Oboro nudged Aizawa.

"Mention it again and I will erase all of your snow clouds! All of them!" Aizawa threatened with his over menacing look on his face.

"Supppp dorks!" Aisuru chucked watching the scene in front of her. Mainly of Oboro with his face all knotted in concentration (which his face being Tense at all was unusually and looked comically unnatural on him...)

Once Aisuru gave her loud greeting he lost concentration and fell backward off his main cloud onto his pile of little snow clouds.

Causing Aisuru and Hizashi to chuckle. As well as causing Aizawa to try not to chuckle.

"You ok Shirikamo?"

She held our her hand to help him up.

"Yeah I'm good... just as cloudy as always."

Oboro smirked.

"That might be the worst one yet." Aizawa shook his head in mock disapproval.

"Anyway, Classes are off for the week. So what's everyone doing for break?"

Aisuru wondered

"I asked the same exact question." Oboro chuckled getting back up on a cloud.

" I'm not answering twice."

Aizawa stated.

"Oook then...." Aisuru whistled to herself

"Eh don't mind him. Aizawa is just excited to spend the week consecutively sleeping." Oboro explained.

"I am making my clouds into snow decorations for UA!" Oboro smiled

"Haha Neato!" Aisuru snapped her fingers forward....

Hizashi found that adorable.... Which made the fact he was last in discussing winter plans more tense.

"So Zashi what are you up too?" Aisuru wondered.

"Honestly I was just hoping to do something with you. Shirikamo has his decoration thing. Maybe we could set up a sing a long or something for the class in the dorms...." Hizashi suggested.

"Oh that sounds really fun! Also I wanted to get you're opinion on some of the songs I've been working on..." Aisuru added.

"Ok so it's a date?" Hizashi Smirked

"Yeah." Aisuru smiled.

"Does this mean I can call you My Girl?"

Hizashi questioned.

"If you want it too..." Aisuru blushed.

The Loudest YEEEAAAH anyone has heard to date emitted from Hizashi. As he picked up Aisuru and twirled her around.

Not noticing Aisurus ears bleeding

So she used her hands to sign ....

"I'm glad your Excited Yashi ,but ouch. I adore you're loudness but that is maybe too loud."

"Oh sorry.... Susu!" Hizashi signed back.

"What am I watching?" Aizawa whispered

"I don't know."

Oboro Whispered back.

"Can I make it up to you?" Hizashi signed

Quizzically.

"Depends what you have in mind." Aisuru signed back with a smirk.

"Hot coco?" Hizashi questioned out.

"Ok." Aisuru signed back.

"Uhh... so I made Aisurus ears bleed."

Hizashi frowned.

"Dude you have to be more careful with that quirk of yours! Seriously..." Oboro Shook his head.

"Ok well I'm leaving to take a nap. I don't need to see how awkward the flirting is going to get." Aizawa stated.

"Wait sorry I'm signing my ears still hurt... let me give you the winter gifts I brought." Aisuru signed and Hizashi translated.

There were a few bags some for the three of them. A mysterious white one and a red one.

The three reserved for them had different colors.

Light blue was Shirikamos

Yellow was Hizashis

And Black was Shotas.

Aisuru handed them out respectively.

"Holy crap Suru! These... These are... these...

This is my favorite band how did you?" Shirikamo could barely speak.

"I had Hizashi help me in terms of telling me you and Shotas favorite bands. Sorry it's for Summer though ... I couldn't find any earlier for that particular band. However the seats are pretty good and we can always bring cold waters and such to beat the heat! " Aisuru signed with Hizashis translation.

"That's fine it's not like the class has plans that take up the entire summer so I wouldn't miss this for the world!" Oboro exclaimed

Shirikamo was confused about the second Item..

"A list of instructions both you and Hizashi asked about speaker based support weapons this is.... Was my Families most recent model plans you and Hizashi both have them so all you have to do is decide what design you want for the speaker..." 

Aisuru signed.

"Is this a big pack of rainbow saucers!!"

Shirikamo questioned.

"Yup I remembered how much you liked them I also got you a rainbow saucers shaped pillow ... you tend to be like a rainbow .... Bright and weather... related ... and you liked them so! Perfect." Aisuru signed.

At this Shirikamo chuckled.

As for Aizawa it was his turn it was less talking then with Shirikamo.

Aizawa had plans liked out a book of random assortments of activities.

"I figured in addition to you concert tickets which are for early spring... I thought you might like something quiet & soothing so I got you this crossword/word cross /sudoku book that you can do on breaks as a nice way to avoid social interaction without the stress of rejecting people."

Aisuru informed Aizawa In sign with Hozashis translation.

Aizawa pulled out a box set of books.

"High fantasy super popular right now ... thought you might like it . On one condition don't spoil it ." Aisuru chuckled

"Lastly this is the softest darkest blanket I could find Happy napping Shouta Aizawa." Aisuru explained in sign as Hizashi translated

"Thanks Uh Aisuru ... this is surprisingly nice thanks." Aizawa chuckled....

This left Only Hizashi...

"So obviously I got you some concert tickets too. Although there's a few ideas written in the little card of fun hole in the wall stuff you might like.

There's this little building that's made for impromptu jam sessions so you can go there and just musically collaborate with whoever. Theres this exclusive restaurant I get special tickets too Thats based on musical quirks... things like that so just circle what your interested in and o can buy the tickets." Aisuru explained.

"Would that just be for the two of us?." Hizashi questioned.

"If you'd want it to be ...." Aisuru looked at her feet and turned red.

"The blue paper with speaker blueprints same as I gave Oboro For support items."

"Uh ok it's a plan then....." Aisuru smirked.

Aizawa picked up his sleeping bag and bag and disappeared down the hall. To in his words "break in his new blanket."

Which since Shirikamo  continues as he tried to make cloud shaped sculptures.

It left only Aisuru and Hizashi.....

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"Soo....Yamada this Date/ party planning idea of yours?"

Aisuru raised a playful purple eyebrow.

"Do you want to plan in my dorm or yours?" Hizashi questioned.

"It doesn't really matter to me....Although if it's at all helpful I do have some scrap paper in my room to plan on." Aisuru suggested

"Right on!" Hizashi chucked following Aisuru

"Who are the others left to give ,...?wondered.Hizashi FR

"Oh yeah there's a cool 2A student who is only a year older than us. I respect her a lot. Plus I want to see if she has any Tips about 2A!" Aisuru chuckled

"Tips about 2A?" Hizashi questioned.

"Yeah she's also funny as hell. I met her by accident when trying to get some support items/design tweaks.... She helped me learn how to tailor some of my Hero needs to my costume and support needs. Point is she's nice and I owe her." Aisuru smiled

"What about the other gift the red one?"

Hizashi wondered.

"You,Oboro, and Shota aren't my only friends you know! Lol. I have my own friend group as well .I hang out with when I can.... They are just on different courses so it isn't as easy to hang with them as it is with You,Oboro, and Shota.... You are special to me in that way." Aisuru chuckled walking to her dorm.

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Aisuru's dorm had a black ceiling with a big round of white light in the middle... a bed with ornate purple sheets to the right corner, a TV and a stand for the TV and a couch to the side.

There were also diffrent models of her fathers old guitars on the top wall.

"Before we start I have one last present for you

It's a special one." Aisuru climber up on her couch to face the guitar wall....

Aisuru removed a BC Rich Warlock structured guitar from the wall painted in it was realistic looking resin glow in the dark,orange resin, lava .

"This was one of my Dads ,but I want you to have it."

"Susu... I —." Hizashi started.

"Shhhh.... My Dad liked you ever since the sports festival he actually wanted to customize some support items like throwable ninja stars that look like records. Anyway, it should go to somebody who loves music .The fact you're also training to be hero was icing on the cake. Point is, an instrument this pretty doesn't belong on my wall.

Please accept it ."

Aisuru waited an answer with baited breathe breath.

"Thank you this uh... I don't actually know what to say..." Hizashi tried to place his thoughts out loud.

"Well I can say this is the first time I've ever seen you not know what to say." Aisuru teased.

"Seriously though Umm... Shred... I mean your Dad ,Your Mom, Your family ... I grew up admiring them not just ,because I have a doing quirk. My folks taught me the importance of good jams young.

That if you listen to a song you like at a time you feel low it can bring you back up. My Folks weren't exactly ProHeros but they have sound based quirks.

My Mom is a composer. Used to be a composer... she switched gears about two years ago she teaches college students how to make music now.

My Dad is a Theater Actor .... Wanted me to be one too.... But I was born me... so Imagine my quirk in a live setting...  considering I literally can make peoples ears bleed... maybe not the best. 

He tried to find ways to help me "Be quieter," Support items mostly masks that decreased sound but that wasn't my thing. It wasn't what I wanted. It sucked. He wasn't trying to purposefully hurt my feelings or anything... just he wanted to make it so I could do live stuff if I wanted.

My Mom .... Didn't know he was doing that she worked a lot. When she found out she was ... miffed.

Eventually they worked together to support me in finding something I wanted to do something I liked."

Hizashi Smiled....

"And Being a hardcore Battle hero fit the bill?"

Aisuru wondered.

"I prefer the term BAD-ASS."

Hizashi chuckled.

"Anyway yeah I got the idea from your folks and the way they leveraged music and sound in Battles to keep people safe. I figured music is Rad. What's more Rad than music. Music that can keep people safe and happy...Anyway point is you giving me your Dads Guitar .... It isn't a small deal to me. Watching your folks helped me learn to embrace and be myself Quirk and all." Hizashi continued.

Aisuru just gave him a big hug before they started to work on planning some sing alongs.

"So What are you're feelings about Karaoke? I get that it's a winter break party but we could just have people wear holiday hats and ugly sweaters and do a Karaoke contest?" Aisuru suggested..  

"Can I MC?" Hizashi suggested.

"It would be a travesty to have anyone else do it." Aisuru laughed.

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[firemblem-fics]

Could I have some Itsuki and Tsubasa kiss hcs?

I’m doing all of these at once I hope you don’t mind

I can’t believe I’m literally writing at work but this is what it’s come to

kiss hc’s | tokyo mirage

Kiria

Itsuki

Every time he kisses you, it’s like the first one all over again

Butterflies and everything it’s so nice

He was really hesitant at first to kiss you so you definitely took the lead and he was just.. shocked

And also in awe at how wonderful it felt to kiss you

Sometimes (most of the time) he’s still hesitant and will 100% ask before kissing you, even after you’ve been together for a long time

His kisses are so soft and so gentle. He doesn’t wanna do anything wrong

Still hasn’t gotten the concept of making out down yet, but he’s trying his best

He tastes rather normal, like idk everyone I’ve kissed has never had a distinctive taste it just tastes like person so he’s that, but he wears an intoxicating cologne that you can never get enough of

Tsubasa

Totally, completely, one million percent a mess every time you kiss

You’re usually the one kissing her and being all affectionate. It’s incredibly cute to see her get all flustered from it

She acts really mad if you catch her off guard, but it’s physically impossible to NOT catch her off guard

But once again her pouting is rather cute

Sometimes, she wants to try and fluster you, so she’ll spend almost literal hours hyping herself up to kiss you on the cheek

It flusters her more than you, but you’re still blushing cause you love her so much

Making out is often a no and won’t be a yes until later on, but you’re okay with that and won’t push it

Tastes like literal sugar she definitely wears like candy flavored lip balm

Touma

Definitely the most prepared out of everyone

He’s been WAITING for the moment to kiss you probably since the minute he met you

Will initate it SO FAST the minute you’re like “kiss?” He will swoop in and save the mf day like the little prince he is

Sorry touma is just idol au sylvain you can’t say I’m wrong

He’ll start off super slow if you’re not yet comfortable. Small kisses on the back of your hand lead to cheek and nose kisses, and eventually finally a little peck on the lips

A god at making out

Boy has tongue game and I do not mean that in any other way this is not an nsfw blog

He’s just got this aura about him that makes you melt every time and his kisses are downright addicting

Just love love love loves to kiss you it’s amazing

Touma tastes like cinnamon and sometimes blue raspberry slushees, depending on where he’s been that day. Man always be drinking slushees

Ellie

Definitely the one woman in this world besides Maiko to initiate a kiss

She LOVES it she loves your attention and affection and is not afraid of PDA or pulling you into a practice room to just kiss you for an hour

Isn’t afraid of doing it in front of people either but if you genuinely ask her to stop then she will

She absolutely adores it if you kiss her hand. It makes her feel like a princess and she’ll swoon literally the rest of the day

She also loves goodnight kisses

If you take her out on a date night and are dropping her off at her place, take her hands in yours and tell her how much you enjoy spending time with her. Talk about how much she means to you, and then lean in and kiss her

Make it gentle enough for her to feel the love, but passionate enough that she knows you don’t wanna leave

Then whisper goodnight on her lips

She’ll go inside and lean against the door, trying to still her rapid heart

She tastes rather normal, but she always wears this really nice lip gloss that is gorgeous to wear but a little nasty to kiss yk

Yashiro

One word: awkward.

He’ll kiss you first, but he’s more nervous than you are

Yashiro doesn’t open up easily. Kissing and affection makes him feel more vulnerable than what he’s comfortable with, but he’ll try to get used to it just for you

You’re definitely his first girlfriend therefore you’re his first kiss

It’s absolutely magical to him- he saw literal fireworks and if he wasn’t already in love with you, he is now

He will not kiss you in public. He doesn’t like PDA. It just makes him uncomfortable because even if he’s okay with being vulnerable around you, he may not be as open with the others around you

In private though he’s a FIEND he’s incredibly touch starved and absolutely loves to just hold you and cradle your jaw, pressing kisses everywhere on your face and neck

tldr he absolutely adores your kisses but keeps his composure, despite it being so hard

My little Yashi tastes 100% like coffee I just know it

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Αιώνια αγάπη (DT AU), pt. 10*

10: Hecate

Summary: What is dead doesn’t always remain dead. And what choices seem sealed in stone, don’t always remain that way. Y/N’s choice will shock them both.

Warnings: death, blood, fluff, angst, swearing, SMUT

Word count: 7.4k

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Special thanks to @mutuallynotmutual for being in the story as Alyssa, @leonardo-da-vinsheep as Perry, ​@godlydolans as Yashi and @daddygraysonsbitch as Sara.

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Αιώνια αγάπη (DT Modern Greek god/frat! AU) MASTERLIST    

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Hermes could feel his blood boil as if he has been dragged to the Underworld and the torture had begun - once a torturer and now the torturé . It's been there a while now, this anger, escaping when he least expects it which results in all those historically horrid things he had done, posing as if it's all for the cause, but it isn't and it never was. Y/N changed that. She changed most of his self-destructive behavior and showed him the light, made him want to be a better man - deserving of her.

In a way, he missed home too. He'd never admit to it out loud because he didn't understand it himself, mostly because he never quite fit in with everyone in Mount Olympus, only with a few down below. It felt strange...the longing for home and vengeance finally erased as he laid his eyes upon the strange bookworm who was born a legacy to more than just a sorority. He found himself enthralled, dedicated, prepared to do anything - even kill, just to keep her safe.

And then she chose his brother.

Perhaps she didn't say the words, but she proved it by sleeping with him. He didn't doubt Hecate's words, believing her on the spot which is exactly what brought his anger back, allowing it to take over and spread like wildfire as he drenched his hands in blood. His once-long forgotten wife, breaking every vow he gave her. True, he did the same with Yashi, and while she never spoke a word of her choice, he knew in his heart he'd be the one because she gave herself to him in all the ways a woman could share her affections.

Y/N did the same. Just not with him.

He stopped at the top of the stairwell, noticing the house that's usually vibrant and filled with a dozen or so voices at all times is now quiet and empty. He stopped at the top, fearing what he'll see will send him into the deep end.

He hears tiny screams, giggly almost from the end of the hall, hiding newly made lovers from view and although he doesn't want to see it, he needs to. Refocusing his fear of a broken heart back to anger, he clenches both fists and heads straight for the door, opening it with ease and as quietly as possible.

The view he's met with is different than what he expected, but just as heart-wrenching.

Y/N is giggling, running from one side of the bed to the other, her arms outstretched and hands open with palms turned to a breathless Apollo, who is clearly chasing after her. Neither of them are fully dressed, their underwear on display and in Y/N's case, deep purple marks draw Hermes' attention as they are littered on her hips and her thighs.

Hermes watches without interruption, standing there with his hands on his hips, a dark look in his brown eyes as he glares at their happy little bubble, hoping it bursts violently and makes their happiness turn sour.

Apollo lifts Y/N by her hips, placing his hands just above the bruises he left by accident - unaware just how much stronger he is than her. He had little control once he let himself feel everything in its entirety, but he vowed to be more careful next time. If there is a next time.

Spinning her around, Y/N's face falls as she set her eyes on a steaming Hermes, slapping her palms across Apollo's arms that wrapped so tightly about her, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he pressed his lips into the soft flesh with vigor.

Once he noticed his brother standing at the door as well, he stopped like a whip lashed across his back. They stared at the dark figure Hermes became, both with mouth open and eyes wide, caught in the act and guilty as fuck. Y/N's cheeks turned a shade darker, her heart beating so strongly that it moved her chest physically, beating wildly enough for it to be visible just by glancing at her.

"Oh, don't stop on my account." Hermes all but chuckles in his sarcastic and unusually light, slightly pitched tone, both his arms raised in mock surrender.

"I'm just out there trying to make sure Y/N doesn't end up like Hecate's body double while you're fucking each other's brains out, no biggie." He pursed his lips, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as the pout on his lips tugged sideways into a small, crooked smile.

"Hope you used condoms." Hermes sneers, stepping closer so fast Y/N barely has a chance to react as he stops before her, his eyes barely flickering down toward her as he gets into Apollo's face, both breathing heavy as she finds herself stuck in between two broad gods who wanted to rip each other apart.

"Ethan stop." She whispers, unable to raise her voice as her mouth is as dry as Sahara and her heart's new pace is making her dizzy.

"Think you're so sleek, using the chance to manipulate her into fucking you when she just suffered a tremendous loss? Huh?" Hermes speaks through gritted teeth, specks of spit passing through as well as the words, landing on Apollo's cheek.

Y/N raises her hands to Hermes' chest, feeling how fast his heart is beating as well, hoping she can convince him to step back. But even when she gives him a little push, she barely moves him. He's as unmovable as a mountain, but he isn't blind to her being in a very dangerous position. Grabbing her by the arm, he moves her out the way, standing tall and menacing before his brother, his built in best friend and partner in crime for centuries now.

"Maybe it's time we stop playing nice." Hermes utters, making Y/N's heart fall. Apollo keeps his eyes on his brother, seeing he is more hurt than angry, knowing he is very much the reason why he feels that way.

"No. Stop. Ethan, please. Let's just talk things out? I'm sorry I slept with him, but I'm not sorry I love him." Her voice breaks, her words amplifying the pain and the damage on his heart growing.

"Or you." She adds, stumbling toward him. Standing on his right side, she places a hand on his left shoulder and another on his right cheek tenderly.

"Because I do love you. With all my heart. Both of you." She admits, hearing just how insane she seems, but it's true. She loves them, almost immeasurably and contrary to what she believed before knowing them, you can love more than one person at the same time.

"Both of us?" Hermes turns to her, his left eyebrow raising as he pulls his lips into a sneer.

"I did not just kill Hecate for you to say you love us both!" Raising his voice at her, Y/N stumbles back, clearly frightened by the outburst which prompts Apollo to push Hermes away from her in his dire need of protecting Y/N. He's never seen his brother so angry since they arrived on Earth, unable to predict what he might do.

But Y/N would not be intimidated. She stopped, huffed and proudly stepped closer despite the lack of clothes on her body she was so used to hiding but now flaunts after Grayson's lips gave her the confidence to embrace all the flaws she hated.

"Truth is, there are two types of men in this world." She raises one finger and cocks her head to the side, sharing a look with Hermes. "First are those who never love anyone more than they love themselves. They're virtually only with a woman for sex and an ego boost." She purses her lips and raises a second finger, looking to the other brother. "Second are those who fall in love five times a day and never truly commit to a woman. They're clueless about what they really want and unable to stop their wandering eyes." She gives him a pointed look, raising an eyebrow. "And I'm still trying to figure out which category you two belong to."

Drawing in a deep breath, she presses her lips together.

"Maybe both, perhaps a third one? Either way, I need you two to stop fighting over me like I'm a prized possession. Because, yes, it's not ideal and I might not understand it myself, but I just realized I love two gods - Apollo AND Hermes, despite all the shit you've done and covered up and all the stories about you throughout history and mythology." Folding her arms over her chest, just under her bra, Y/N raises her right eyebrow.

"Now stop bickering, because we can work on this later. I'm more curious about you saying you've killed Hecate?" Pausing, she purses her lips, content they're both quiet and obedient in the moment, even smirking at their calmness.

However, once neither of them moved an inch, Y/N felt something isn't quite right. It's a gut feeling, the type that makes you nauseous and drives you to the brink of madness the longer it lasts.

"Guys?" She opened her palms, waving before their eyes in vain as they stared ahead where she stood moments before, unresponsive.

She turned around, looking out the previously bright morning sky that had turned to a charcoal cloud. Then she heard it, the thunder rolled across the malevolent sky. The untamed power reverberated and echoed across the neighborhood, flashing lighting following.

Swiftly turning back to the frozen gods, she slapped them both across the face in one move, rushing to her window in a haze as they frowned at one another, rediscovering reality.

"Oh, wow. Hermes?" She calls out, waving him over whilst continuing.

"Thought you said she died." Looking down, it's impossible to miss a horde of the undead under her window, her own Kappa sisters seemingly a part of the entourage, but so are the KDRs. Hecate stands front line, staring at the window with a blank facial expression, her dress drenched in a dark maroon, her eyes as stormy as the sky.

Moving past the gods, Y/N grabs the first thing at hand, her discarded clothes on the floor and puts them on before heading for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Stunned, they finally speak and in unison at that, rushing after their beloved who seemed to be on a mission. A suicide mission.

"To end this." She replies, slamming the front door open as she steps into a horror show.A living nightmare. The wind whipped around and sent locks of her hair flying back, some sidetracking to her face before joining the rest of her hair at the back.

Not lacking confidence, absolutely sure of herself, she walks toward Hecate with a furious look on her face before stopping few inches short of her.

"Hecate." She states, her face softening infinitely before throwing her arms around the old goddess, her blood, bringing her into her arms enthusiastically. She held on tight, slowly looking around the lined up zombies.

"I thought you were gone. Oh, I'm so happy you're alright." Y/N's high pitched voice and reaction disarms Hermes, his entire body trembling. Unable to comprehend, he watched the scene unravel, shocked beyond belief. Apollo on the other hand is completely out of his mind, moments before deciding to do the unforgivable and kill Hecate himself, terrified she might turn on Y/N.

"I'm not that easy to kill. Had my husband ever cared to talk to me, he'd know that." She smiled genuinely, happy to have her blood on her side as she releases her from the hug Y/N imposed on her but she embraced wholeheartedly.

"STOP CALLING ME YOUR HUSBAND", Hermes shouts out, no more holding back his anger. After all, his girl - his real girl is in danger. Even if her stubborn ass doesn't know it yet.

"But you are. A lecherous husband, but a husband nonetheless. Gods don't divorce. We don't part for as long as we live, which is forever if I may remind you." Hecate snickers while Y/N looks around, finding Perry to her right, Sara and Alyssa both to her left, a few feet apart. Neither of them seem to be zombies, merely spelled into obedient minions.

"After all, I am not like the rest of you. I am a necromancer! I am the offspring of two titans! I can only be killed by that blade, true...but only if my own blood wields it!" As if on cue, Y/N saw the blade in question in Hecate's possession. Well, one of her zombified creatures - a woman held it.

A woman of five feet and seven inches, lips steady in a grimace and a small freckle on her cupid bow now stark contrast to her grey skin. Black braids fall around her face, creating a more looming figure instead of the beautiful one she used to be. Her eyes are black, surrounding the yellow pupil, now soulless and lifeless. She tilts her head, revealing one golden earring now corroded instead of its usual sparkle.

While Y/N doesn't know her, Hermes does. He saw where Y/N looked toward, recognizing his almost lover from so long ago he forgot how she looked like. Until now. But her memory is now tainted, her beauty eclipsed by death. Yashi.

Apollo saw her too, but he was more worried about what Y/N is trying to do. He knew she didn't like Hecate nor did she want her in her life any longer. In fact, he was quite certain she'd try something stupid which will only get her hurt. And that wasn't an option for him. He'd rather die a thousand deaths than watch her hurt, even for a single moment.

As predicted, Y/N threw herself at the zombified Yashi, tearing not only the dagger but her hand off as well. She managed to push the knife into Hecate's side, hearing her groan and her breath hitch as she turned around with a betrayed, hurt look on her face. Raising her palm, a faint purple light comes to life, blasting Y/N backwards into the zombie horde. If Hecate dies, she's taking Y/N down with her.

However, once the blade pierced her heart, the blast being last of her magic, all the creatures she brought to life turned to ashes. Hecate herself turned into nothing more than a pile of ashes the wind blew away in one swept-move, the sky clearing up as all the sorority girls and frat guys passed out cold.

Apollo and Hermes set of running toward their one true love, each lifting one part of her up to help her stand. She groaned and her entire body hurt - not entirely Hecate's doing, but she was in pain and she did need a break from all the crazy for a while.

"You okay?" Hermes asked, sharing a concerned look with his brother before they both looked to her with worry on their faces.

Nodding, Y/N chuckled, allowing herself to lean onto her men and enjoy the victory.

"Yeah, but...can I still call you Ethan and Grayson? Kinda fits you." She smiled fondly, noticing Ethan's lip spread into a slightly wider smile as she used his human name first. So competitive...

"You can call me a douche and I'd still come running." Grayson chuckles, undeniably happy she's safe and protected now, all the danger finally gone from their lives. In fact, even Ethan didn't mind sharing a little at this point, happy to have some piece of her love him back. He'd take anything she offers, as long as there is something to offer.

"Douche and a Pyromaniac", she hums to herself, walking back inside, avoiding their fellows on the ground.

"Tell them there was a party and they all got wasted?" Ethan suggests, getting two nods of approval.

They returned to their room, a small paradise for Apollo as he easily remembered Y/N writhing underneath his weight as he derived pleasure from all her moans. A small piece of hell for Hermes as he saw the blood stain on the bed, tearing the sheets off and putting fresh ones with Apollo's help.

Almost an entire day passed for them, all three asleep in a single bed, holding each other for dear life after the scare. However, Y/N found herself to be restless still, waking up in the middle of a very delicious sandwich. Throwing her leg across Ethan, she felt the floor at her tiptoes, using it to her advantage to stand up and walk outside. Little did she know she stirred the sleeping god awake, and he followed after her with a blanket to wrap her up in the cold autumn night.

"Sharing for a night is fine, but you do have to choose." Ethan speaks calmly, his voice raspy from the sleep.

"I know." She sighs, feeling Ethan wrap the blanket around her form, his arms following soon after. However, even with that knowledge, she wished for more time to find a loophole. It's selfish to want to keep them both, but she allowed herself such selfishness for a while. After all, she's been nothing if not selfless her entire life - she figured she could allow herself this small crime. Covering two brothers, gods at that. Wanting them both in every humanly way possible.

"But I want to enjoy this moment. When I have you both with me." She leans back, into his chest, her head reaching just a few inches below his chin. Turning in his embrace, Y/N stepped back to properly view his beauty. Untold by any artist, he stood as testimony of all nature's wonders.

She shattered his calm by smiling more deeply and holding out her hand. Instinctively, he took it, fingers closing firmly. Then he caught himself. His expression rigidly impassive, he looked down at her face, into her eyes, warm and alluring, and struggled to find some way to tell her this was madness. That, after all that went down between them, to stand together on this porch and look out at the drizzling rain was too dangerous. That he could no longer guarantee his behavior, his usual coolness under fire, his customary command - gentlemanly manors. No words sprang to mind as he was not capable of making such an admission of weakness. Even though it was true. But then he remembered she wasn't as pure, no longer a virgin. He didn't care much for the customs, but it destroyed his ego once he saw the blood on the sheets. If it had been anyone else but Apollo, he'd be fine with it.

Now? All he wanted was to erase his mark on her body.

Y/N gave him no time to wrestle with his conscience, she tugged. With no excuse forthcoming, Hermes inwardly sighed, allowing his firm chest to graze hers. She relaxed against him, warm and trusting, only to impinge on his senses in a thousand different ways. Her very softness tensed his muscles; her curves, fitting against him, within his arms, invoked his demons. He drew a steadying breath and her perfume washed through him, subtly evoking, enticing. Her hands slid over his arms, wrapped around her waist, and came to rest on his hands, her warm palms curved over the backs of his. Outside, the rain continued; inside them, heat rose.

Jaw clenched, Hermes fought to endure. He might have succeeded if she hadn't, without warning, pushed closer to him. On her tiptoes her lips were mere inches from his. Her body followed, sliding impossibly close; he tightened his grip, sank his fingers into soft flesh, but it was already too late. Her gaze had fixed on his lips. Desperation could reduce even the strongest to pleading. Even him.

"Y/N, I - " She cut him off, sealing his lips with hers.

Hermes fought to hold her back, but there was no strength in his arms, not for that maneuver. Instead, his muscles strained to crush her to him. He managed to stop himself from doing that, only to feel them sinking back into the couch the rest of the frats once said would be of no use...Well, he surely found the use as she wrapped her legs around his waist and started grinding down on him, her silky nightgown riding up her thighs.

Within seconds, they were close to horizontal, with her stretched against him, half-atop him. Hermes inwardly groaned. His lips parted, and she was kissing him and he was kissing her.

Gradually, he wrested back control, distantly aware that she relinquished the reins too readily. But the small victory encouraged him; he reminded himself that he was stronger than she is, infinitely more experienced than her and that he'd successfully managed women far more knowledgeable than she in this arena for years. He was in control. He rolled and pressed her into the cushions. She accepted the change readily, clinging to their kiss.

Hermes deepened it, plundering her mouth, hoping thus to calm the growing need swelling within him. He framed her face and drank deep; she met him, sliding her hands under his black T-shirt, spreading them, sending them over his chest, around his sides and back. His shirt was a small obstacle. Through it, her hands burned.

The final battle was so short, Hermes had lost it before he'd realized-and after that, he wasn't capable of realizing anything beyond the woman beneath him and the raging tide of his need. Her hands, her lips, her body, arching lightly beneath him, urged him on. When he pushed the straps of her gown to the sides, revealing her chest, he didn't care they were outside at 2 am.

Closing one hand around her breast, she only sighed and kissed him more urgently. Under his hand, her breast swelled; between his fingers, her nipple was a tight bud. She gasped when he squeezed, arched when he stroked. And moaned when he kneaded. Her softness filled his hand, filled his senses. Skin like soft silk teased him; the heated weight of her inflamed him. And her.

When he broke their kiss to raise his head and closely inspect the reward he'd won, she watched, eyes glinting from under heavy lids. Watched as his head descended and he took her into his mouth. He suckled, and her eyes closed. The next fractured gasp that filled the air was the first note of a symphony, a symphony he orchestrated. She wanted more, and he gave it, pushing aside the soft silk, drawing down to bare her breasts fully to the softly dim light, the gentle coolness of the air, and his heated attention. Beneath them, she burned, as in his dreams he'd imagined her doing, until she was hot and aching-and frantic for more. And he did dream of touching her since the day he met her.

Her small hands were everywhere, desperately searching, pulling his shirt over his head and greedily reaching, caressing, imploring. That was when he finally realized that control was far beyond him. He didn't have a shred left for she'd stolen it from him and thrown it away. She certainly had none. That was abundantly clear as, panting, her lips gloriously swollen, she drew his face to hers and kissed him voraciously. Half-beneath him, she lifted, her body caressing his, the oldest method of beckoning known to woman. She wanted him and heavens help him, he wanted her.

Now.

His body was rigid with need, tense and heavy with it; he needed to claim her, to slide into her body and find release. He pushed her nightgown up to her stomach, revealing her legs entirely. He couldn't focus enough to form a proper sentence, but he had to try. With a groan, Hermes pulled back from their kiss. On his elbows above her, he waited for her to open her eyes. When her lashes flickered, he drew a huge breath and lost it as her nipples brushed his expanding chest. He shuddered as she shivered, quivers rippling through her stomach to her thighs. His mind immediately focused on the soft haven between her short legs, experience supplying in gratifying detail just what her responses were achieving. He shut his eyes, he tried to shut his mind and simply speak. Instead, her voice reached him, clear, soft, siren-like, a whisper of pure magic in the heavily laden air.

"Show me how much you love me." Entreaty silvered the words. In the same instant, Hermes felt her fingers slide, glide, then gently close around his cock. Her tentative touch had him locking his jaw, locking every muscle against a raging impulse to ravish her. She seemed unaware of it; her gliding caress continued, destroying the last of his will.

"Show me what it means to be claimed by you", she whispered, her breath feathering his cheek. And then she breathed against his lips.

"Give. Me. All. Of. You. Now." That last small word vanquished the last of his resistance, the last remnant of caution, of cool command. Gone was any gentleman, letting the god take over. He understood his brother now, in every way possible - and he couldn't blame him. She was stunningly appealing and her demeanor, no matter how innocent, had alluring - magical way of manipulating a man.

He wanted her with every ounce of his body, every ounce of his blood. And she wanted him. Words were unnecessary. The only thing that still mattered was the manner of their joining. With ultimate victory assured, his demons and anger, those spirits that moved him, drove him were more than ready to lend their talents to achieving glory in the most satisfying way. Not control, but focused frenzy.

Y/N felt it. And gloried in it; in the hardness of the hands that possessed her breasts, in the hardness of his lips as they returned to hers. She clung tight, hands clutching, then pressing into the broad muscles of his back, a moment later sliding around to hungrily explore his chest. She wanted to know it all, now. She couldn't bear to wait, to drag out the frustration.

He was all heat and shockingly hot hardness. She wanted to draw him into her, to take his heat in and quench it, to release the fevered tension driving him, the same tension slowly suffocating her. She wanted to give herself to him. She wanted to take him into her body. She knew it and was long past denial. She knew this wasn't right, but she couldn't stop. So there was nothing to cloud her enjoyment of the moment, of him. She gave herself up gladly to the shiver of excitement.

Sharp delight was what she knew as his hands, hard and knowing, possessed her, tracing every curve, every soft mound. One hand slid beneath her waist, then slid lower to cup her bottom. Strong fingers kneaded, caressed, and warmth spread, pooling in her belly, her very blood. The hand slid lower, tracing the long curve of the back of her thigh all the way to her knee, then slid to the front, reversing direction. To her hip, to that sensitive join where thigh met torso. One finger gently, insistently, stroked downward along the crease and she shuddered, suddenly desperate for breath.

And then he was parting her thighs, gently but firmly spreading them to lavish soothing caresses along the sensitive inner faces. His lips had gentled on hers, allowing her to focus on each touch, each searing response. On the excitement, the frantic, barely reined passion that had both of them in its grip. Then his hand reached the end of his last caress and drifted higher, to stroke what only recently learned how a man's touch feels like. The shudder that racked her was pure excitement distilled in anticipation. Sinking into the soft couch, Y/N gasped and spread her thighs wider and felt the caresses grow firmer, more deliberate. More intimate, more evocative. The soft folds seemed slick; he parted them. Knowing fingers found a point, a nub of flesh, and bolts of delight spread through her.

Pressing her head back, she broke from their kiss. He let her go. He continued to play in the softness between her thighs as Y/N hauled in a too-shallow breath and fought to lift her lids. And once she did, she saw him, his face a mask of concentration etched with passion, watching his fingers as they stroked and twirled. Then one probed. The sound that escaped her was more gasp than moan, more scream than groan. He glanced at her face; his eyes locked on hers. She felt his hand press between her thighs and felt the intrusion of his finger, gently but insistently penetrating. She gasped again, and closed her eyes. He pressed farther, deeper. Then he stroked her inside-deep within, where she was all slick and hot and so full of desire. So full of molten passion. A passion he stirred, deliberately inciting.

On a shuddering moan, Y/N felt herself melt, felt her senses soar. Ethan heard her, felt her surrender and inwardly smiled, a touch grimly. She was trying his demons to the utmost; by now, most women new to the game would have gone over the edge, or, more likely, been so overcome by need that they would be begging him to take them. Not Y/N. She'd let him bare her completely, without any maidenly confusion and she seemed to enjoy writhing naked beneath him as much as he enjoyed having her do so. And now, when even experienced ladies might be expected to break, she was taking all he lavished on her and waiting for more. He gave her more, learning her intimately, filling his male senses with her feminine secrets. Slowly, he drove her upward, turning the wheel of the rack of excitement with practiced ease. Still, she didn't break.

She gasped, moaned, and arched and her eager body begged for more. Her needs were not those of the women he was accustomed to; as he took her further still. She was not, he realized, the innocent he had labeled her. Strictly speaking, she didn't, in fact, have very much of that commodity. She knew enough to know what they were doing, and to have made her decision.

Her character and its consequences. She was straightforward, assured, decided to taking what experiences life had to offer. To picking and choosing among the fruits of life's tree. And she'd chosen. Deliberately. This and him. That was what was different. For the first time, he felt chosen and he felt like he belonged.

Hermes looked at her, at her face lightly flushed with desire, at her eyes, glinting still from beneath heavy lids. And he couldn't breathe. From sheer lust, from sheer need. The need to be inside her. The need to claim her as his. With a soft oath, he drew his hands from her and shrugged himself free of his bottoms. She was simmering. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly; her skin was gently flushed. Naked, fully aroused, he saw her watch him. Not a single hint of shock showed in her face, even when he flaunted his large member. Her gaze slid down, over him, then slowly rose to his face. She lifted her arms. To him.

Hermes covered her body with his, took her lips in a searing kiss and eased himself into her. Condoms were the last thing on his mind, but they were still at the back of it.

"Condoms." He breaths out as she shakes her head.

"I want to feel you." She was hot and tight; she tensed as he tested how far she can stretch to take him. And cried out as, with one well-judged thrust, he breached her entirely. He held still, for one long, achingly tense moment, then she eased about him. Instinct claimed him as he thrust powerfully, deep into her body and claimed her.

Every sensation felt new, battering in on her mind, her overloaded senses, yet she clung to each thrill, each new intimacy, determined to miss nothing, determined to feel all. To know the sheer delight of his hard body heavy on hers, his chest hard, rasping against her sensitive nipples and the soft swells of her breasts. The glory in the hardness that filled her, the warm cock that pressed deep into her, stretching her, claiming her. To experience, with every gasp, with every desperate pant, the power with which he repeatedly drove into her, the flexing of his spine, the rhythmic fusing of their bodies. To sense her vulnerability, in her nakedness, in the weight that anchored her hips, in the blind wanting that drove her. To revel in the excitement, shamelessly hot, unquenchable passion that swelled, grew, built, then flooded them, a raging tide avidly seizing them. And to feel, deep within her, the unraveling of an anchoring force, more powerful than desire, more deep, more enduring, than anything on earth. That force, caught her and it caught him - the love no one could deny.

She gave herself up to it and bravely, eagerly, knowingly claimed it for her own. Ecstasy filled her - eagerly, she shared it, through her lips and their hungry kisses, through the worship of her hands, her limbs, her body. He did the same; she tasted it on his tongue, felt its heat in his body. Whatever he needed she gave, whatever she craved, he delivered. Mouth to mouth, breasts to chest, urgent softness gripping his hardness. On a groan, Hermes straightened his arms, and managed to find support enough on the couch to lift from her.

He drove himself into her, savoring every hot inch that closed about him, pausing for an instant to feel her throb around him, before withdrawing, only to thrust deeply again. And again. She writhed, heated and urgent beneath him. He'd never seen anything so beautiful as her, locked in passion's snare. She lifted and twisted, her head turning blindly from side to side as, inside, she sought release. He sank deep and pushed her higher, but still she held herself back from the edge, enduring the painful need for release. So did he.

And he wanted to watch her, so splendidly his, so gloriously abandoned of her usual timid smiles and pleasantries as she took him in and held him, as she gave herself to him for the first time. The sight stole his breath and more. He would have her again, many times, but none would be the same as this, as filled with emotion as this moment was.

He knew when the end was upon her, felt the keen edge of tension ready to explode and felt her walls closing in.

He drove into her, and let go, let his body do what came naturally and sent them both over the edge. And, at the last, he watched as the explosion of sensations took her. Gritting his teeth, he hung on for the last second, and saw her ease. Saw the lines of her face, drawn tight with passion, soften; felt, deep inside her, the strong ripples of her release. On a silent sigh, her body softened beneath him. The expression that washed over her face was that of an angel in the presence of the divine.

Hermes felt the shudders rack him. Closing his eyes, he let them, let her take him. He twitched inside her, thrusting once more as he pushed to the hilt, coming deep inside her with a low growl he hid once his lips dipped into the crook of her neck. It had been much more than he'd expected. It consumed every part of him, nothing left inside that didn't belong to her. He was hers, no denying it.

Breathing heavily, Hermes lifts his head and lazily smiles down at her, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before moving to stand. Instantly, her fingers wrap around his wrist as her eyebrows furrow.

"Trust me." He spoke gruffly, giving her the blanket to cover herself as he disappeared inside the house.

Y/N trembled at the sudden cold, already missing his body on hers. He brought such fire, a flame to her insides that could only ever compare to the fire Apollo evoked. But it wasn't the same. Apollo liked to take everything painfully slow, drive a woman mad with desire before quenching the thirst. Hermes builds the fire big and wild from start to finish, unapologetically creating an adventure of sorts. End result remains the same - bliss and confusion with a bit of guilt and a lot of morally questionable choices.

Pushing her nightgown straps up, she doesn't have a long time to think about it as Ethan walks out with a towel in his hand, sauntering toward her with a charming smile.

Gently, he taps her knees before leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead. His hands part her knees slowly, each to a side until she is exposed before him, all of his cum mixed with her own juices before him. Kissing the inside of her thighs, each twice, he used the warm towel to wipe her and clean the mess they created.

She watched him carefully, shuddering each time he comes close to her clit, her breath coming in ragged, short and labored.

Tossing it aside, he pulls her nightgown down, dressing himself as well before lifting her and placing her in his lap. Wrapping a blanket around them, he let the moment finally catch up with him. In all the time he's spent on Earth, he had never been as happy as he is now.

"How was it?" She breaks the silence, bringing Ethan back to reality, the same one where he could smell his cologne on her skin.

"Hm?" He mumbled, confused and out of it all. His mind was far away, too busy in a fantasy where he was the final choice.

"Being a god? In Mount Olympus?" She clarified, hearing his long sigh as a first response.

"Exclusive. Grandiose. Exquisite. Lonely. A little scary but also annoying. There were so many of us back then, rules being what we made them. We were worshiped, feared, admired. It felt...powerful. And it got to me...and Apollo. And it was virtually a paradise. But after that." Pausing, Hermes draws in a shaky breath as if the memories weigh heavily on his conscious.

"It was countless schemes to get back home, to find a loophole. We've done some horrible things. Unforgivable things. I don't think we ever learned. But we did find out what's love. With you." Tilting her head, Y/N looked up at him with teary eyes and a quiver of her chin.

"Have you never loved before?"

"There was one. She was someone who meant a great deal to me, but I didn't love her. Once you look at it closely, it was still for my own gain. She was there today. The girl with the blade. Yashi. They were all there - the descendants we've hurt." Ethan explained, licking his lips as he felt her heart speed up.

"But I know what love is. Thanks to you. I know it's more about wanting to give up on my own selfish goals to keep you happy and safe. It's about wanting to be there when you need me, no matter what. To hold you like this." He leans in, the tip of his nose brushing her cheek as she smiles widely, shyly hiding her face in the blanket.

"Awee. Don't go shy on me now. Not after what we just did." He chuckled into her neck, kissing it lightly as the sky started to clear and daylight break.

Just on time, Grayson opened the door in slight panic, only to relax visibly once his eyes took in her face...but then he noticed their disheveled hair and goofy smiles and he knew. He just knew she wasn't just his anymore and although he wanted to RIP his brother to pieces for even touching her, he couldn't make her unhappy by harming Hermes in any way. He promised himself to respect her choice, no matter what it is even though he didn't really want her to choose him anymore. He would settle for being the second best if that meant he got to hold her hand just a little longer. He didn't care if he never saw home again if he got a chance to grow old with her, start a family and make their own home. Nothing really compared to what he wished to create for her. With her.

"So, I guess it's time then." He spoke up, startling the couple into a standstill as he came closer and noticed the towel thrown to the side.

Biting his tongue, ignoring the sting in his heart, he cleared his throat.

"You should make the choice. I'm sure my brother agrees that the whole sharing is caring thing isn't working for us. It's dawn and it's time for one of us to truly have a chance to be with you." Stopping himself, Apollo glances over his shoulder to catch the first ray of sun.

"Once it happens, if I am the one chosen, remember you can always see me in the first light of dawn. I'll be there, watching over you, sending you a way out the darkness." Apollo offers her his hand to take, seeing her shake her head and her eyes fill with tears as she glides her hand in his.

"But if it's me you choose, you will always see me when the last light is at its end, offering you the comfort only night brings where you can be who you are in the dark and no one but me sees." Kissing her cheek once more, Hermes helps her stand as well, slipping his own in the free one.

"I don't wanna choose. Please don't make me." Y/N croaks, tears moments from flooding because she knows how this ends. She always did. There are two paths. The right and the left. Both look the same. But the outcome is different. Choices cannot be undone. Once chosen, can never be chosen again. The road is broken. It cannot be walked again. Once the road has been trodden, it shall disappear. You can pick one, but you cannot pick both.

"Please. I love you both, I can't choose." Her voice breaks, her eyes closing as they both whisper a faint "I love you" before saying a spell in Greek.

"Zeus, I have sinned. I have done my penance, the pure heart of Hecate's descent stands witness to the change in my own. Please accept this prayer and return the chosen one home." ("Ο Δίας, έχω αμαρτήσει, έκανα την έκκλησή μου, η καθαρή καρδιά της καταγωγής της Εκάτης είναι μάρτυρας της αλλαγής της δικής μου, παρακαλώ δεχτείτε αυτήν την προσευχή και επιστρέψτε την επιλεγμένη κατοικία".)

Her eyes are closed as she feels her chest shake under the immense pressure of the reality she'll have to face, her choice made for her even when she wished for just one more day. She had questions, dreams, plans to make thing work. But she had to make a choice that was not hers at all, saying a weak goodbye for the last time.

She feels it before she sees it, knowing the chosen one before opening her eyes.

In that moment while her eyes are closed and the ignorance is bliss, she feels her heart swell impossibly, growing as it threatens to burst and her tears are already running down her cheeks, dripping from her chin.

But they taught her to be brave and confident, to be more than she thought she could be. So she opens her eyes to face the truth just as the first day of sunlight hits her face, finding she had been left completely and utterly alone. Her hands are shaking cold, void of touch, proving she meant what she said.

She couldn't choose, because she loved them both just the same and now they've gone and left her alone in this world.

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[bramblepaws]

alright i’m gonna try to put all of my thoughts on this together into one post so i dont have to say anything else about it ever again

Mike is not abusive. Lucy is not abusive.

Now, a disclaimer: if you have been abused, and you see elements of your own abuse in their relationship, that’s valid! The point of my argument is not to tell you that your relationship wasn’t abuse. You know better than anyone else what it was.

okay! now onto the meat.

To start off: evidence that Lucy is an abuser.

Lucy repeatedly hurts Mike physically from the start of the comic up ‘til December, from kicks and slaps, to hitting him with a stick, and everything in between.

Mike feels trapped in the relationship because Lucy depends on him so heavily

Mike feels cut-off from their friends, as he believes they will side with Lucy every time.

The comic started out as a slapstick one with kids in eighth grade; everyone hit each other to start with. Mike literally punts Yashy a few times. Lucy was the only one who didn’t grow out of it -- she continues to slap Mike on occasion. It never, however, follows a cycle of abuse. Abusers generally follow a cycle when they physically abuse someone: they lead up to physical violence with threats and emotional abuse, then physically attack the other person, then cycle through apologies and excuses and manipulation to keep their victim from blaming them. Lucy is physically violent with all of her friends, and does not EVER apologize or express remorse over it. I would label it as bullying behavior rather than abusive, which is terrible in and of itself.

Mike severely over-estimates how one-sided the dependency is. Neither he nor Lucy have any other friends that match the level of closeness they have with each other. I’m going to just c/p one of my other posts for clarification;

Mike and Lucy had the exact same “most people only like me cuz im attractive, Mike/Lucy is the only one who genuinely likes me for who i am” attitude regarding their other friends.

For Lucy : Daisy viewed Lucy as a romantic rival for Mike’s affection, and was pretty neutral and detached with any interaction outside of that. Paulo was interested in getting in Lucy’s pants and didn’t interact with her outside of hitting on her aggressively. David is partially there for Paulo, and partially there to ALSO hit on her. Sue and Amaya don’t interact with her much, but there is implication that they also see her as a romantic rival for Mike’s affection.

All of this results in Lucy believing that everyone has ulterior motives for being her friend. The various random middle schoolers that crush on her and call her hot encourage this view. Mike is the only one who doesn’t fit into this pattern; they met on the pretext of (what she saw as) friendly competition and nothing else. She was the one who initiated friendship, further proving that he doesn’t have ulterior motives.

For Mike : Daisy saw Mike as a romantic interest and didn’t interact with him outside of hitting on him. Paulo saw Mike as a romantic rival for Lucy’s affections and a person to insult. David is there for Lucy and Paulo, and doesn’t really interact with Mike outside of interacting through those people. Sue and Amaya both see Mike as a romantic interest.

All of this results in Mike… most likely ALSO believing that people have ulterior motives for being his friend. He takes note of the fact that many girls are interested in dating him in “Prom Preparation” and laments that fact, as he isn’t interested in any of them. Lucy is the only one who doesn’t fit into this pattern; she established their friendship on the pretext of competition, which he enjoys (though he wishes she was less harsh about it), and zero romantic interest. She also tries to stick by him even when he’s romantically unavailable (regarding Sandy), further cementing the idea that she isn’t using him for something else.

Mike and Lucy are both VERY reliant on the other person to be their only True Friend. they both crush on each other throughout the series, but it’s understood for both of them that they aren’t going to let that get in the way of other things. they both see past the exterior of the other person – Mike sees that Lucy is sweet and fun under her “hot” & spiky exterior, and Lucy sees that Mike is sweet and fun under his “hot” & humble exterior. They relied on each other to see themselves as like… real people, rather than either something to be Won or competed with.

On another note, Mike relied just as heavily on Lucy for emotional support — she comforted him every time he was upset about Sandy, had his back during and after Confrontation, and generally set aside her teasing if it seemed like he was actually upset about something. In return he protected her from her phobia of water, defended her from the ire and desire of their friends, and gave emotional support back. Their dependency was about equal in the end, though Mike later leaned heavily on the idea that she needed him more than he needed her (and was proven wrong, as recent chapters have shown).

The above paragraphs also illustrate that BOTH of them felt cut off from friends; neither of them felt that any of their other friends were dependable for much. When it came down to it, Daisy would always side with Mike and Paulo would always side with Lucy. Lucy felt equally sure that people, aside from Paulo, would side with Mike.

The main issue here, however, is that nobody spoke up about Lucy’s physical bullying of Mike. They all grew up hitting each other for the lulz, and when they all slowly drifted to a stop she didn’t. But Mike never acted like it bothered him, never said anything against it — so I have to assume that everyone, Lucy included, just inferred that Mike didn’t mind it. Mike resented this, but he never said anything about it, because he was used to it too. It took Sandy to help him realize that he didn’t deserve to be hit — but for some reason, he bottled it up and grew resentful instead of communicating with Lucy about it. Lucy, meanwhile, has been shown to be respectful of the boundaries of other people once they’ve clearly set them. It’s my belief that she would’ve stopped hitting if he had asked her to. In an abusive relationship, that just isn’t the case. Asking an abuser to stop doing something is a surefire way to be manipulated/gaslit and then for the activity to either remain the same or increase. We can’t know for sure because Mike never asks her to stop, but there is no indication that he never says anything about it because he’s afraid of retaliation. He’s not afraid of her at all, which is another point in the favor of it not being abuse.

Another important detail: Lucy isn’t controlling. When she finds out Mike is still interacting with a girl he originally left her for, she’s genuinely happy for him and gives him space about it. She gets pissed about it later when he isn’t being honest with her or himself, but is genuinely happy when he IS honest about it because she knows Sandy is important to him. Most abusers would not handle the situation the same way. If Lucy was abusive, she would’ve most likely reacted with anger and a desire to stop communication between the two of them. She could have used third grade as a way to guilt-trip and manipulate Mike out of interacting with Sandy, who posed a threat to their relationship. But she didn’t. This doesn’t inherently make her NOT an abuser, but it’s a tick in that direction. Lucy also doesn’t influence their friends to side against Mike at all. She’s just… living her life, not really giving a shit either way WHAT her friends think about either her or Mike. Abusers are generally very concerned with how they’re viewed. They put in a lot of time and effort to make sure they seem like nice, likable people. They’re especially controlling about how their victim sees them — Lucy never really influences Mike either way other than just Being Around As His Friend. She doesn’t seem to even care about his opinion at all -- until later on in their relationship, when she opens up to outsiders how much his opinion matters to her. But even at that point… she’s not really doing anything to influence him aside from just Being Nicer, which is something a normal friend would do and isn’t manipulative at all.

Overall, Lucy just doesn’t strike me as abusive. The physical attacks and general mean-ness are absolutely bullying and toxic behavior, and the relationship between the two of them is clearly codependent and toxic. But Lucy isn’t controlling, she isn’t manipulative, she doesn’t gaslight. She isn’t hell-bent on making sure Mike thinks only the best of her while making him think of himself as complete garbage — she goes out of her way to be as honest and frank with him about herself (aside from her crush on him) as she can. She was a bad friend, but not an abusive one.

Now, on to Mike!

Evidence that Mike is an abuser.

Lucy feels incredibly dependent on their friendship

Mike was manipulative during December

Mike is being manipulative and controlling after their friendship ended

Re: dependency — see above long paragraphs about their relationship.

December was a horrible, heart-wrenching chapter. Mike had bottled up feelings and built up resentment for a LONG time leading up to this, and all of it exploded out at once in an irreversible decimation of their friendship. And that’s exactly what he wanted it to be — he was tired of her trying to be his friend, and he’d hinted at it plenty of times, but enough was enough and he had to spell it out for her. He tells her he hates her. Explains that Sandy helped him see that it wasn’t right to let Lucy hurt him all the time. And then says that he’s going to stop hanging out with her at lunch. All of this is standard horrible-friend-breakup stuff; it’s the next two bits that get the honor of making the whole event Unforgivably Bad.

Mike tells her that if he leaves, all of their other friends will probably follow him. Lucy will be left alone.

This is an absolutely horrible thing to say to someone. To tell them that no one actually likes them, they’re just tolerated. That if all the friends were forced to choose between two people, they sure wouldn’t pick Lucy! And Lucy would be abandoned, which has been her number one fear since third grade (and why wouldn’t it be? humans are social creatures and NEED friends to survive).

But this isn’t abuse. It definitely rings as something close. In fact — (this is gonna be personal for the first time in the essay just to warn u) — the person who abused ME used a similar tactic, though with a different endgame in mind. When I rejected him the first time, he forced our friends into a position where they had to choose between us. His intent was to get me to relent and date him, to stop causing strife in our mutual friend group — or, failing that, to punish me for taking away what he saw as rightfully his (aka me).

Mike’s actions were similar, but his intention was very different. He wanted her to hurt; he wanted revenge for the way he had been treated, and he wanted to make it VERY clear that he didn’t want to be friends with her. He wanted, furthermore, to prove that he wasn’t in the wrong for this: he was the victim, and other people treating Lucy like she was a bully would be validating for his own victimhood.

I genuinely don’t think he was trying to manipulate her here. He was trying to hurt her badly and was succeeding in doing so. He was being absolutely monstrous, but not abusive. His intent with this was not to control; he was lashing out to hurt someone who had hurt him, which Everyone Does. It was horrible, but not abusive. It pushed Lucy into a depression, but it wasn’t abusive. It not being abusive doesn’t make it any less fucked up IMO. It was terrible and it had terrible consequences! It just was a different beast than abuse.

After Lucy comes back, Mike is clearly consumed with guilt. All he does for her first day there is hide from her and stare guiltily at her from a distance. He tries to talk to her a couple of times, but isn’t able to catch her alone. He gets antsy about old physical violence from her and yells about it, then tries AGAIN to catch her alone so they can talk but does it in a really weird passive-aggressive manner because she’s been acting weird and he doesn’t know how to handle it, and he doesn’t really want to deal with his guilt over what he said in December. She gives him the chance to apologize, but is openly resistant to it, and he ends up completely fumbling the ball and doing just a god-awful job of apologizing, and then getting overly defensive about Sandy and completely ruining any chance he had. He starts clinging to his victim complex with everything he’s got, because suddenly he can see how much he fucked things up, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. He follows her again, because he misses her and hates her and misses Sandy and wants her to be there for him and wants her to prove that she deserved what he said to her. He’s called out for glaring at her and is Reminded Again That Sandy’s AWOL.

But most of this isn’t what people point to when they’re saying he’s abusive — this is all just him being a freak, but like, a normal freak. It’s in Witch Hunt that he flips into the extreme again. He starts ranting and raving about how obsessed Lucy is to Daisy, despite like… having just seen how much she doesn’t want male attention…… I think it’s partially because he’s used to her leaning on him when others ramp up their romantic attention for her, because he used to be the one that would just leave her alone in that regard. Plus there’s the whole messed-up-about-Sandy thing that Lucy used to swoop in and comfort him for. But I’m getting off track.

He starts ranting about how obsessed she is with him. Daisy is immediately like “I don’t think she is dude” but he relents, so she snaps at him and storms off.

From what I understand, people are reading this scene as abusive because they interpret this as him trying to control how others see Lucy. He’s ranting about a mutual friend he’s having trouble with, which he HAS done about Lucy in particular a number of times. I can definitely see where people are coming from with this one. If you look at it a certain way, it comes across as him trying to slander her name. But it could just as easily be him ranting about a person he’s having trouble with, which everyone does, all the time. I’ve ranted about a person I don’t like to people plenty of times, and it was never ABUSIVE, because all of the other requirements for abuse weren’t set into place.

This, IMO, falls under the same category as Lucy’s physical violence. It’s definitely present in abusive situations, but there are guidelines for abuse that it just doesn’t fit into. He doesn’t have control over Lucy or any of their friends in this scenario. He isn’t using this to try and isolate Lucy; he’s just trying to get his friends to see his side of the story and help him feel better about the awful way he treated her. It’s Super Shitty, but it isn’t abuse.

In summation: I get the bits and pieces that people see in their relationship that matches up with abuse, but there just isn’t enough there to label either Mike or Lucy abusive. The basic requirements for abuse haven’t been met. There are things present that can definitely happen in abusive relationships, and their relationship was absolutely toxic and bad, but it isn’t abuse.

As a final note of evidence that I fall back on every time the subject comes up: both parties have been offered up as possible abusers. Lucy has been stated by many to be possibly abusive, and Mike has been stated by just as many to be possibly abusive. But they can’t BOTH be abusive — that’s not how abuse works. They can be mutually toxic toward each other, they can both exhibit bullying behavior, but they can’t be abusing each other at the same time. Abuse only works when there is an abuser and a victim. There is always a victim, who is not at all at fault for how the relationship is! And Mike and Lucy both played their part in their relationship becoming as toxic as it is. So it literally CANNOT be abuse.

[officialinuyasha]

Neither of us claimed to be Japanese. It's been apart of my culture however since my childhood.

You guys know neither of us have any Japanese in us - How? You cannot assume ones ancestry based on looks.

“American” consists of every race. So saying that doesn’t mean much. I’m physically Caucasian.

Where is proof of the DNA test because I’m curious to see it myself.

I heard that there is a chance that I am Russian/Europe Mix and Blackfoot.

That's all I really know. Besides why does my race matter when I cosplay and not "yellowface"? Remember anime characters look anime, as they are creations of art. You can cosplay any character no matter what - It does not matter if you are Black, short, big, trans or not.

My Wife is Persian. She is a real Shinto Priestess though, and was allowed to be by an actual Japanese person. So again, you have no say on how Japanese feel about us. When majority of our friends that are Eastern have no problems with us.

“Kyle Killian”...You mean using a Marvel username like Peter Parker or Matt Murdock is automatically my name? I have gone by InuYasha the most out of any name. “Yasha”, “Inu”, “Yashie” all variants of nicknames.

I do not live in Anaheim, I was born there and lived there for such a short period of time in the past. Nice try on doxxing me.

You do seem hateful, like the character that you use. I talked about that character a few times while another transperson told me that “Jakotsu is a horrible representation of a transperson for being a misogynist.” So if you’re calling me yellowface I might as well call you a misogynist. Both of the name calling in itself is stupid. Because people like you only spread hate, because you hate your life and threaten to kill people over fictional characters.

I doubt you are apart of the Eastern Sino group anyway. All Japanese people I’ve met told me that they have English names too or a lot of the times even change them to English. Language is learned by all cultures and races. We are all mixed of something down the line. They are not offended at all, they told me it’s cultural appreciation and to share the words origins as well helps others learn. So please, if you’re trying to say I’m not allowed to have my name as is. Make sure you’re an Asian living in Asia, Russian or Persian because according to you “American” only means white.

Remember, a lot of the times it’s white people who get butthurt over cultural appropriation. The Asians from Asia dislike the term “white washing” by the way. They’ve been making fun of it on Twitter. “Elf must play Elf, Right?”

[Talking about Scarlett Johanson on Ghost in the Shell] "What do you think about the actor chosen for the role" Japan: "She's pretty" and some other positive feedback

US: *Insert 12 paragraphs about racism.

My friend from Malay uses the English name Esther. Are you gonna say she’s “whitefacing” now too?

Just like when SJWs complained that Speedy Gonzalez was a racist stereotype of Mexicans, and yet REAL MEXICANS LOVE SPEEDY GONZALEZ!

My second language is Spanish, and I was adopted into a Mexican family along side my older half sibling. So, I definitely know that this is true.

Before you judge someone know the origins of their name first. Inu Yasha is both Japanese, Russian and Persian. My Wife is Persian. Inu means handsome/lovely and Yasha means “to live”.

Yasha is a VERY common alteration of Yakov, like English’s Jacob/Jake.

It's kinda offensive when America tries to speak on behalf of other cultures.

Hey! You were asking about OfficialInuyasha, if he was Japanese or not. He is not, and neither is his wife. He is American, lives in Anaheim and his name before the name change was Kyle Killian.

Hello?? Hello??

@ all white people: stop FUCKING using Japanese names!! They’re not yours!! Online, where very few people know who you really are, it’s basically digital yellowface!! It’s not your aesthetic and I don’t care who you kin. It’s shitty and gross and I hate you all

[johnaavenaaaa]

FICTIONS FROM A LIVING LIBRARY // WEEK 3

This Monday session was about learning how to give good feedback. Giving generic feedback like “nice work” is very vague and won’t really help the person improve. Doing the sandwich method is a great method to use when giving feedback/ or when you have a negative feedback to say (lessens the punch). Praising the person first on what you found impressing about their work and then telling them what needs to be improved and then more praises, effectively helps the person improve better with their work.

We then formed groups and practiced giving each other good feedbacks. And thought of possible ideas. (Punika, Cheryl, Yashi, Miew, Johna)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1v71iR4-R9AS378GbER2RGaYtNJ7M3Eh05jeNYVxC_LI/edit?ts=5e659dd1

[moonapuddle]

happy birthday to one the sweetest people to ever grace my life

@yashiro-isanas yeah, I'm talking to you, nerd. Even as just an online friend, I've felt like you've been here at my side through thick and thin this past year - which has honestly felt like a decade. I love you so so much, and I can't thank god enough for putting you in my life. Although you're on the opposite side of the country, I consider you as my closest friend.

You're my best friend. My older sister. I look up to you for your tendency to stay calm and your ability to think things through. You're witty and wickedly funny. You're kind and compassionate. Also, you're hecka cute and have a nice voice to boot. You're such a babe, what the heck. I don't think there are enough words to describe how much I appreciate your friendship and, at times, your words of wisdom. You're like my own personal Uncle Iroh. Old and super cool.

Now, I'm going to share an acrostic poem I wrote for you: You are my #1 And I hope you won't forget Sam, a cute smol forest faerie Hell, jimin would want to throw you I love you in your best times as well as your worst Happy 21st birthday, yashi. Please don't @ me because I'm disgusted with how sappy this got.

[dammit-sun-get-off-tumbler]

SUE IS AWESOME MASTERPOST

First and foremost, Sue is a character that belongs to the comic Bitter Sweet Candy Bowl. Second off, this is a ‘masterpost’ of how I feel Sue is just a great friend (especially to Lucy). This will exclude anything from the Bittersweet Club International extra comics for obvious reasons, but I feel that joining it is a great investment if you enjoy the comic. Also, all of this starts at Volume Two and on for reasons. (But Sue does some really cool stuff in earlier chapters, of course!) 

If you do not know what Bittersweet Candy bowl is about, it’s a bunch of highschool aged cats (and dogs!) surviving the supposed “best years of their lives” through cascades of drama, comedy, romance, and FRIENDSHIP. It’s pretty cute and worth a read if you enjoy investing yourself into characters. =)

Warning: this post is super long, and very image heavy! (There’s like 40+ small images with my commentary underneath) All art and characters on this post belong to Veronica Vera!! Also, this is NOT intended to bash Paulo, but I am not going to ignore how they treat each other either.

Sue notices that Lucy is falling behind and approaches her.

Sue sticking up for Lucy and has honest intentions when she is being pressured by other friends to talk about being rejected by Mike

From what I can tell Sue is the only who really comforted her in this frame of time YOU GO SUE YOU GO

Sue is holding Lucys pet, Yashy, who is essentially her daughter really. Shes just holding her!! I feel like this is a big deal since Lucys pets are precious to her! That and Lucy thanks her for holding the critter too.

Still holding Yashy, and they both simultaneously want to leave to continue trick-or-tricking. This snippet of interaction is endearing to me for some reason

Sue notices that something is up with Lucy when Mike mentions Sandy...Knowing Sue I feel she would have done/said something to help Lucy feel better before they were interrupted. 

Not only does Sue have a nick name for Lucy, that she doesnt seem to ‘mind’, but Lucy ACTUALLY abides joining the play. Like..I feel that if Sue was almost any other person in the world Lucy would tell them to FUCK OFF and give them the middle finger while walking away. ALSO this particular interaction is Lucy finding out there is singing in the play that she has to do. Singing is something she is HIGHLY concious about and yet here she is just... “Fine. I’ll sing.” She seems to like Sue enough to do that

Sue touching Lucy, and Lucy giving her a non-hostile answer to her very enthusiastic approach. Not something that happens often at all since Lucy is a very guarded and tense character

This is here just to show that Sue can, in fact, be a dick sometimes. Sue really, REALLY wanted some beneficial, realistic changes to school policies and wanted to be taken seriously especially after having a heated debate with Abbey. Context is important and all but it was still a dick thing to say even if the negativity is residual from clashing with Abbey moments before.

Despite the fact that Sue ends up losing the debate to Daisy, she actually congratulates and encourages her! On a similar note, I think Sue feels pretty ‘invisible’ sometimes herself so this adds a layer of “Sue is awesome” to me to encourage Daisy like that. (Though I AM curious if Sue would have won if Paulo hadn’t intimidated everyone into voting for Daisy behind their backs)

A shoulder touch that is unexpected to Lucy, but gives Sue a non-hostile response. Lucy doesnt give either of them a sarcastic or ill-meaning reaction, only a smile and waving them off. I feel little things like this are pretty significant especially for someone like Lucy. She usually punches first then asks later.

Another instance of Sue being a dick. She’s not perfect, that’s for sure! But I feel this might be more of a jab at Paulo for being a aesthetically  judgemental person than Sue being fatphobic. But none the less, it was ill-intentioned and unnecessary.

Sue encouraging as well as showing concern for something Jasmine obviously wanted to talk about.

 Sue is one of the few showing concern for Lucys shift of emotion and doesnt have ulterior motive. Jess has a crush on Lucy, of course, and Daisy is the host of Lucys birthday party so I’d hope she would notice. (I am not demeaning their concern! Those are legit reasons. I am just highlighting Sues perception towards her friends)

Lucy giving Sue a genuine compliment and Sue wishing her luck! It’s not often Lucy says something nice without a strong undertone of tsundere flavor

Another shoulder touch despite Lucys wrecked, emotional state at this point. Sue sure likes to touch her shoulder!

When the gang finds out that Lucy was no longer attending their school, Sue had the guts to approach her door first to find out what happened. This mostly shows that Sue doesnt really tolerate ‘debilitating’ drama , especially when friends are involved. SHE WANTS TO GET THE BOTTOM OF IT!! No beating around the bush!

You know, I am 99.999% sure that the green book next to Sue is the script for her play and that she feels extra hurt due to the fact that her play didn’t fulfill its intended purpose. She made that play to try and get Mike and Lucy to become friends again but with Lucy gone... I’m sure she feels like she failed pretty badly as a friend. I could be wrong about the script book though.

Context: Daisy put together a study party to help break the ice and move things along in the group. So when she came back with soda like a good host should do, she realized that the air was thick and tried to offer soda even though no one initially reacted due to the mood. In these panels Sue is the first one served so I have a feeling she caved in first for the sake of doing some ice breaking herself. Very minute interaction but I feel this is totally a Sue thing to do.

here is the page preceding it as a reminder/further context!

Maybe I am missing something but I am pretty sure Sue is the very first one to realize that Mike might have been connected to Lucys sudden disappearance. 

Jasmine arrives to the study party and is about to leave when she realizes her ex is there but you can see Sue crumple up a piece of paper with a “oh for fucks sake” expression and chucking it at Jasmine and inviting her to try and break some more ice. She just wants people to get along!

Just some more friendly interactions with Jasmine despite the fact there is a tense air between Jasmine and Paulo. I felt this was pretty cute.

Sue standing up for Mike when Paulo is being a dick to him.

Sue can jump the gun sometimes though! She means well since the whole chapter so far was Dave and Paulo being pretty disrespectful in the museum and her trying to make them behave. 

uuhh I don’t remember why i saved this image but I think it had to do with the fact that Mike might have seen that Sue maybe needed a break from the Paulo shenanigans or that maybe he sees Sue as mature enough to go to the more secluded areas of the museum to invite her to come with him or something... (??) probably dead wrong.

Sue not taking Paulos shit. These two really don’t have the best chemistry. I feel this page and the ones past it really highlight their relationship and how they cope as well as pinpointing some personal flaws. Sue may be intuitive and think outside the box, but sometimes it falls short. 

Here is where this particular interaction starts to happen.

Sue trying to cheer her friends up after Lucy comes up in discussion and the mood starts to falter..doesnt last long at all but she tried

Sue blaming herself and feeling guilty about her play =(

Sue approaches Mike again about having to do with Lucy leaving and wanting the truth about her friend. Doesn’t get very far

Sue helping to pry Paulo off of Mike despite what has transpired =0

Sue notices that Abbey is down in the dumps after Daisy (drunkly) confessed she pretty much still likes Mike right in front of him. She approaches him which i think is pretty significant since these two dont really see eye-to-eye often, especially with political views. She is the only one who noticed him sulking.

This is to show that she at least has a good heart and intentions, even if she might have a little ways to go. (and Paulo not being nice to her as usual)

Sue being happy for Abbey and Daisy but promptly getting made fun of by Paulo. This is a pretty sucky thing to say...

On a similar note, I like how Sue and Abbey don’t see eye to eye a lot but she still is happy for him and they even play MMOs, RP, and cosplay together. The same definitely can not be said of how she feels about Paulo though.

Granted Sue didn’t know of the situation of Paulo in the bathroom like Mike but this was still a dickish thing to say. She probably really was relieved he left to be honest.

Sue showing some more remorse for her play and how it didn’t fufill its intended purpose. She really just wanted her friends to get along...

When Sandy visits and doesn’t recognize Daisy she suddenly feels ultra-self conscious about herself and convincing herself that she is ugly. Out of the whole crowd of friends only Sue and Paulo seem to show concern. (And Abbey too but that is a given) 

Sue tearing up and calling Lucy “Elle” upon her return!

Sue notices that Lucy is uncomfortable and defends her

Sue making Paulo back off, and gets thanked for it

I am just going to put this here because out of all the people in that group, I feel Sue is by far one of the most likable. Brushes off his dick comment. 

On another note, Lucy mentioned her group of friends being ‘ex-friends’ once they find out she hangs out with Augustus but I have a feeling that Sue would be one of the most accepting and would want to understand the context more.

But yeah! I know I’ve probably missed quite a few snippets but I feel this list does its job. These are my interpretations and of course, I do not own Sue so I can be dead wrong on a lot of this.  

[party-of-rpg-muses]

A Look At Stuff You Probably Never Heard Of: Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Alright! The start of the new year! And with it, a new Look At Stuff You Probably Never Heard Of. Believe it or not, I was initially going to talk about this sooner, but I ended up deciding to talk about Girly in its place. But that’s in the past, so without further ado, Bittersweet Candy Bowl!

Bittersweet Candy Bowl, or BCB for short, is a webcomic “dram-edy” (drama and comedy) series by Veronica Vera, also known as taeshi. Bittersweet Candy Bowl was first published on her deviantArt page in 2006, but became a series with its own website in 2009, which is still running to this day, with new pages added every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. At the same time, her partner, Oliver AKA Suitcase or Souppy, handles editing, assisting in writing, and manages the BCB Store and a few other things. While this is a webcomic, similar to Josh Lesnick’s Girly, there are also physcial books that can be bought, but only from the online store or Amazon.

The world of Bittersweet Candy Bowl has anthropomorphic cats and dogs as the dominant species. That being said, other animals, such as birds and hedgehogs, are also capable of speech. The comic itself focuses on a group of friends as they go through middle school and, eventually, high school. But there are two characters who occupy the spot of “Primary Characters” and that goes to Mike and Lucy. Mike is the “Nice Guy” of the group, being very friendly with a somewhat submissive personality, apart from when he’s pushed. He’s also quite athletic. Lucy is “tsundere” of the group, often hiding her emotions behind insults and punches to the face. But despite her attitude, she cares very much for her friends, and especially Mike.

Other characters include Daisy, a cute, bubbly cat who’s incredibly smart and viewed as the younger sister of the group. She also had a crush on Mike, but has since moved on for the most part. She also struggles somewhat with self-esteem issues. Paulo, a ladies’ man who often flirts with Lucy, only to be met with a kick that sends him into outer orbit. He’s also a friendly-rival to Mike. There’s also David, the only dog of the group, but it incredibly stupid and clueless with little to no tact. He’s also one of the youngest, being 15, same as Lucy and Daisy, as opposed to 16 like the others, but he’s also the tallest, easily towering over his friends. He also greatly admires Paulo. Finally, there’s Abbey (real name, Abraham) who highly protective over those he cares about and possesses a strong moral code, hating abusers and bullies and anything similar, because of his past.

The comic teeters and plays between the lines of light-hearted comedy and serious drama. But in the earlier issues, things were incredibly light-hearted with a lot of jokes, especially with Lucy inflicting physical comedy on Paulo or Mike. Nowadays, there’s a balance between drama and comedy. The style even matched the mood. The early issues were simple, just like how the story was simple and comedic, but currently, there’s more detail and color, just as the characters and situations being more complex, but also balancing some lighter moods. Even the layout chances. From square panels to free-form panels, which really helps the comic have a bit more life.

Now that I’ve covered enough, I think it’s time for my Final Recommendation: Never Let Go Of It||Get It||Hold Onto It||Try It||Consider It||Stay Away From It

Oh my god! This series is AMAZING! I compare this webcomic to Degrassi, but the characters aren’t complete asses to each other for little reason. Everyone has flaws and the main characters aren’t intentionally being a dick to their friends. The characters grow and make mistakes and learn from those mistakes. The characters have fights with each other, but again, it’s simply because of characters flaws and not out of anything selfish or just because they can. The closest we have to an actual villain is a cat named Alejandro, who actually is a bad guy.

There is one other thing I should mention. The early issues not only had a lot of comedy, but also a lot of real-life video game references. In fact, Lucy’s pet/”adoptive daughter”, Yashy, is a baby Yoshi. But such references have since stopped. But Yashy is still a character that exists. There are also a number of fan-characters who exist alongside the main cast, including the clumsy and unlucky Kizuna or the rich and friendly upperclassman Tessa. Most have been written out.

If you want to start reading, the first page can be found here.

Now, before I sign off, I should warn you guys that later chapters have mentions of abuse, rape, and co-dependency.. Also, Chapter 12, Confrontation, is quite infamous for the really dark tone, as well as the attempted rape and horrific beatdown of Lucy. However, this is the chapter that introduces Alejandro.

Okay. I’ll see you guys next month. I got something special planned for Valentine’s Day!

[moonapuddle]

11 & 18 ~

11:Last song you listened to?

I think it was Don’t Care by GOT7~

18: Tellme about your bias. Why is s/he your bias?

Okay, so I actually have 2 main biases. Originally, itwas just Jimin, but then Yoongi swooped in and stole me away. So let me tell you why each one now owns a piece of my heart(you asked for this..)

Let’s start with Jimin, since he was originally my onlybias. Jimin stole my heart away shortly after I got into BTS. With his eyesmile, cute laugh, squishy cheeks, and caring nature, I became aware veryquickly that I was screwed. However,I’ll admit that when I first saw a performance of No More Dream, I was very….impressed,,by Jimin. I mean, truly……. damn son. Anyways, those are just the physicaltraits I’m attracted to. Since I obviously don’t know him personally, I canonly say that I adore and am so weak for the personality Jimin has on screen. Heis so cutesy and loving; I really am weak for the guys who can be so soft andkindhearted in person, but when on stage, suddenly they’re charismatic andflirty as hell. Like 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 nice

Also, I sometimes see bits of myself in Jimin – not necessarilygood things, but I think all-in-all, it actually drew me closer to him because Ifound myself relating to him in ways I wasn’t with the other boys. Mainly, Irelate to Jimin’s struggle with self-confidence. Presently, I think our boy ispretty confident and happy as he is (as he should be), but just hearing howdown Jimin used to be about himself touched me. As in I could [can] heavilyrelate. I don’t think there’s been a day yet in my life that I’ve beenconfident in my looks. And not only has Jimin been relatable with the struggleshe’s had, but he’s also shown me that it’s possible to grow past stuff likethis.

Next is Min Suga. Genius.

Yoongi came straight out of the left field and just,,,silently slipped in right next to Jimin to share the bias title while I wasn’tlooking. And boy, do I love him to death. As much as I could possibly love aKorean rapper whom I’ve never met and don’t personally know. I really admireYoongi for the way he’s fought and worked his ass off to get where he is today.As a not-so-driven person lacking a dream, he’s been a big inspiration to me,helping me face my overwhelming fear of the unknown and encouraging me to trynew things for the experience. I want to have a dream to pursue and reach for,but first I have to make one, and I feel like Yoongi (and Namjoon) helped merealize this.

Starting my first year at university and living away fromhome has been a bigger challenge than I expected, and it has certainly taken atoll on mental health. I also got involved with a couple people who all-in-alljust made my life a whole lot harder – although I won’t go into that now. Sobeing severely depressed, when I discovered Yoongi had a mixtape I immediatelylistened to it. Listening through it the first time was an experience in and ofitself. I mostly realized how talented this boy was. And how attracted I was tothat. Out of the whole mixtape, there was one song that stuck out to me, with itschange of pace and accompaniment of a melodic voice. So Far Away had a gorgeoussound that had me humming along during the first listen. I loved it; and Istill do, but for a different reason now. One day, curiosity got the best of meand I looked up the English translation for the lyrics. I was destroyed. Ithink I immediately messaged Yashi because I was an emotional wreck. Never haveI ever seen the way I’ve felt at certain low points in my life put soeloquently into words. I was so happy and bawling my eyes out at the same time.The closest I’ve felt to Yoongi was in that moment, and every time I go back toread through it again, I still cry and thank God that Min Yoongi followed hisdream – even going against his family’s wishes to do so – and made thisbeautiful piece of art to share his story with the rest of us.

On a less emotional note, physically speaking, his gummysmile and his hands are my biggest weak points. He looks incredible with andwithout makeup, and he rocks all kinds of hair colors (although I do thinkblack is the best and his poor scalp needs time to rest).

TLDR; Jimin is simultaneously cute and sexy – I relate tohim – Nice thighs 10/10

Yoongi is admirable and inspiring – His story makes meemotional – Truly a turtle; hard shell, but all soft inside