#also infuriating that we live in a time where even talking about this is considered ‘misogynistic’ somehow

[hag-lad]

I’ve vented about this before, but it really does bother me when women who wear makeup on a regular basis try to make it sound like it’s some kind of non-negotiable requirement of everyday life. “We HAVE to wear makeup or we’re not taken seriously!” “Every time I go without makeup, someone tells me I look tired!” “Didn’t you hear about that one woman who didn’t get the job because she wasn’t wearing makeup at the interview?”

Like.

Do these women even realize how many of us go without makeup literally every single day??? How many women are employed, happy, healthy, and taken as seriously as we can be under patriarchy, without having to paint a face on top of our face? Lmao.

Here’s the thing: I understand this is more complicated for trans women, I understand that some industries actually literally do require their employees to wear makeup, I understand some people just enjoy it artistically, I understand all of that shit. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about women who are afraid of looking “ugly” or “less presentable,” women who reinforce beauty standards rather than rejecting them, women who pretend that their personal fear of judgement is the same thing as systemic non-negotiable requirement. I think that’s an amazingly cowardly way to pretend to be radical while interrogating NOTHING about your participation in and collaboration with the values you were spoonfed from birth.

Rubs me the wrong way.

[lastoneout]

Something I've noticed that is like...concerning but also just really annoying about online discussions about basically any topic these days is something that probably already has a name but that for now I'ma call "death of nuance via strict binary thinking" which leads a lot of people to get very angry over the idea that two things can be true at once, or that bringing up someone else's problems does not overshadow or invalidate your own, or that you can uplift a group of people without tearing down another.

Because like, I've had this happen on several of my posts now, where I say a generally harmless, factual statement, and several people rush in to either outright accuse me of saying a different, more extreme statement or annoyingly "correct" me to fix the supposed ~dangerous implications~ of my words, which I'm not gonna lie is as infuriating as it is confusing.

I can't make a post about how sugar is one of the main things the human body runs on and thus trying to remove it entirely from your diet is dangerous and harmful without people showing up to be like "are you saying it's okay to eat an entire bag of sugar by the spoonful??" and "well if you ate nothing but oreoes and ice cream that would make you sick" even though that doesn't contradict or really have anything?? to do?? with my original statement??

I can't make a post talking about the issues men(trans or cis) face under the patriarchy without people showing up and getting mad at me for "making feminism about men" despite the fact that the majority of my feminist activism DOES center women and taking a moment to explore the ways the patriarchy harms us all in no way harms women. And I can't make a post pointing out that marginalized men, especially black, disabled, and fat men often have malice read into their very existence and maybe that's bad without people showing up to get mad at me for saying marginalized men are incapable of harm which is not what I said at all.

And this one is a bit different but still one I see a lot, which is an over-correction seeped in the idea that we can only uplift one group at a time, or if x group is good y group must be bad. Like I am all for pointing out that there's nothing wrong with not wearing makeup and having body hair and not wearing deodorant, and women who live like that are fine and valid and can still be seen as sexy and desirable, and yes there ARE things to critique about the beauty industry for sure...but then that manifests into thinking women who do shave and wear makeup and deodorant are ugly or weird or brainwashed and should be mocked, which..no? Or when the dialog shifted to talking about fat people being hot suddenly we had a lot of people acting like skinny women were ugly and weird when that actually doesn't help with fat liberation AT ALL.

(Also just to clarify I think the occasional joke about these topics is okay given how much mockery fat, hairy, and non-feminine women get BUT there is a point when you go to far and some groups of people are racing over the line.)

And like yeah you could say the internet has always been this way but there's been a real noticeable uptick in progressive leftists coming at complex issues with this kind of no-nuance thinking, when it used to be something I really only saw from conservatives. I'd see stuff like "well feminism is bad because men also have problems" and "oh black lives matter? are you saying other lives don't??" and "oh you think drug addicts aren't inherently dangerous well what about the ones who DO hurt people" or "we can't talk about trans women's issues that would take away from talking about cis women's problems" and "we can't have a fat character that's glorifying ob*sity" and we used to MOCK them for that shit. This was seen as RIDICULOUS and was generally considered a conversation ender because it's clear the people doing it aren't actually interested in having a conversation they just want to yell at you for something you didn't say or pull a huge "I am uncomfortable when we are not about me" which just...ough please stop.

So seeing like actual progressive people pull this shit is really weird and it happens so often I legit can't ignore it anymore. I don't really have a solution, but I just feel like some of us really need to wrap our heads around the idea that just because someone said one thing doesn't mean they're saying this other thing too. Which, when you put it like that, sounds like the kind of thing you learn in kindergarten but I digress. Someone saying it's okay to eat sugar, your body actually needs it, isn't necessarily saying it's okay to eat so many oreoes you get sick(or excluding diabetics or being a corn lobby apologist or whatever the hell else people on that post are accusing me of). Someone bringing up the ways the patriarchy hurts people who aren't women isn't making feminism about men or saying women don't have problems. Trans men talking about their issues isn't implying anything about trans women just like bisexuals or asexuals talking about their issues isn't taking space away from allo gay people. Someone talking about how assuming marginalized men are threats when they're just existing is bad and gets innocent people killed isn't saying OJ Simpson did nothing wrong.

Two things can be true at the same time. Nuance is important and making space to talk about one thing isn't taking away from someone else. There's no contest, no slippery slope so dangerous we can't even state facts, no pie you have to fight over. Oppression isn't a math problem where whatever you do to one side of the equation must be done to the other or a scale that can't be balanced. This kind of thought process isn't productive and will not lead to a better, more equal world. Just one where someone else is wearing the boot.

Just...idk please just stop coming onto posts assuming the worst, doing bad faith readings and then getting pissed about something the person didn't say, assuming someone else getting a seat at the table means yours is in danger, being so desperate to be a good ally that you start doing lateral violence and calling it punching up, and just full on stealing conservative talking points and argument styles and trying to make them progressive.

We're supposed to be better than this. That's all I've got really, we're just supposed to be better than this. And while I don't always engage with people like this for obvious reasons, I'd like to think they aren't beyond saving and maybe this post can change a few minds. You guys aren't wrong to be angry and want to help and protect people who need it, but this is not the way to go about it and it never will be.

[bipediam]

Also I am still so befuddled about what time period Robin and Urs are supposed to be from. I don't know if they ever confirmed off screen how old Robin is? But within the show they're pretty vague about him just being around for a long time, which isn't specific. The common interpretation is that he's a Neanderthal, but the only trait Robin has that differs from a modern human skull is his prominent brow ridge, which early H. sapiens also had, not just Neanderthals. And that's not even considering the possibility of him being another human species that lived in Europe, like H. erectus or H. antecessor.

So essentially we have no idea what species Robin even is, and if we agree for simplicity's sake that he is a Neanderthal, this still means he could have lived anywhere within the ranges of 400,000 to 40,000 years ago. Which is just...a huge span of time that doesn't really narrow down what kind of environment he was living in. I know it's nit-picky but the anthropologist in me really wishes we had more information cause it would be really cool to explore. Then again, it's more realistic we don't know since Robin himself has lost track of time and wouldn't know what species he is. He doesn't know so we don't get to know either.

As for Urs, I believe they refer to him as a Neanderthal within the show, which is at least a more direct label than what we get for Robin. But they also says he's 2 million years old? Which doesn't align with when Neanderthals lived at all. The only human species we know of that we have any evidence for living in Europe around 2 million years ago was H. erectus. Which would be cool, but we also have to assume that none of the characters know what they're talking about, they're just calling him a Neanderthal based on stereotypes, and the 2 million years thing is just a guess. I know the obvious answer for the discrepancy is the writers just didn't do the research, but I still like thinking about what the probable in-canon answer would be.

At least Robin and Urs are somewhat based on factual evidence of human occupations in Europe. That's more than I can say for their viking counterpart in the CBS remake. Like...it's not impossible vikings made it farther south than Newfoundland, but we don't have ANY evidence for it, let alone them making it another 1,500 miles down to the Hudson Valley where the dang story takes place. I geeett that it's fiction but it's still infuriating cause there isn't evidence to back this shit up and people watching it are gonna really think vikings were knocking around New York. Cause that's the state of media literacy now. Ugh whatever.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - June 8

unnecessary crush anon, qualms anon (new), @teasiswriter , grounded anon, pg anon

unnecessary crush anon

unnecessary crush anon (although this is nothing related to crushes)

umm...

so recently, i took a type of 'career counseling' because im lost in life.

and i consider myself to be good in english and - even though im fucking drowning in the crossroads of the path of my future, i still considered myself to be taking something related to english - preferably journalism or smt

but this GUY just said 'with the rise of ai, english is no longer a subject, ai will remove all use of people writing creativley, there is no scope of english writing creativily, yada yada yada

and worse - this GUY just suggested i go towards corporate (which i HATE)

now, to be fair, he also said that if i choose a few things or the other, i still will be able to do journalism or whatever, but still, CORPORATE? HELL NAH

idk, im just fuming as to how this GUY just destroyed like the one thing im absolutely sure im good at.

like

with all he's going with 'your academics' 'your extracurriculars' its really not that impressive, considering that i had little to no hand in my wins, and even if i did, the wins were little

idk

ive just...

Hi!

That's like...infuriating. Especially since like...AI can't be creative. That's the whole point.

Honestly, I'm not a career counselor and idk what country you live in so idk how much my advice could help but I think if you want to go into a field that involves writing (like journalism, etc) then the best thing to do is to YES still go for that field, but also minor in something that can get you a job right away. Sometimes things like being a journalist involve both time and luck, so having something to do while you work towards your goal is a good idea. So like major in journalism, but minor in editing or something. That way you can get an editing job while you work towards becoming a journalist after school.

But don't give up on your dreams! I believe in you!

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qualms anon

hey Cas

i really don’t know how to explain this situation without sounding like a horrible person, but i think i need to break up with my partner. i don’t know how to because i genuinely do love him a lot, it’s just. for whatever reason I don’t see it lasting. it might js be my attachment style or my trauma promoting me to run away, or maybe i don’t actually like men because he’s really the only man i’ve ever had a crush on. i’m js so confused and it feels like im leading him on and he is so so perfect and he deserves someone who isn’t having constant qualms about whether or not we should even be together

Hi!

I don't think you're a horrible person at all for this. You can't control your feelings! I think you have two healthy options here: either talk with your partner about how you're feeling and still try to make it work if that's what you both want, or talk with your partner about how you're feeling, and break up. But hiding your feelings is the only thing that WOULD be bad, because its not being honest and will result in more hurt in the long run.

A good relationship requires communication, even when it's scary <3

Keep me updated!

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@teasiswriter

Hi Cas

I’m sorry for another downer of an ask but

I’m really really disappointed in myself. I just want to be employed so badly and I just feel like I’m not good enough

I applied to so many places, and I’ve looked through like 70 jobs and almost all them say I’m too young. Is it my fault? There are jobs that I simply didn’t want because they went against who I am and what I could tolerate doing as a job (like being a member of a teenage “TikTok hype house” or an organization my mom suggested where people learn about their blackness, and I didn’t want to because the way my parents force their ideas of blackness usually clashes with me as a person (how, it’s funny and normal for black kids to be yelled at and dismissed by their parents, or how everything but nothing is about race all the time) but now I feel guilty for saying no.

Why are ten different places refusing to tell me yes or no? Why are some jobs insistent on making the requirement be so high when the very fact they can work with any minors means they can lower it to my age?

And it’s the only thing my grandparents and parents talk about. It’s not fair. Why won’t anyone give me a straight answer? I can do what’s required, really I can! I can be a good worker and balance everything, so why is everyone making it so difficult?

(redacted)

Please I just want someone to hire me, so I can be out of the house and be myself.

I hate everything and I want to cry

I’m really sorry

Hi!

I promise, it's NOT you. The job market is AWFUL.

I think I remember you saying this is your first job, right? Have you tried looking into the more...I don't want to say boring, but..boring jobs? Fast food restaurants, gas stations, grocery stores, clothing stores, things like that? I know those aren't the ideal, but sometimes doing those things will help you get the experience other, better, places are looking for.

I'm so sorry this is weighing so heavily on you <3 Like I said, it's NOT you. It sucks that the world is like this. I promise, you WILL find something. Oh also! Ask your school and your local library! Sometimes places who need people to work will tell schools and libraries to look out for kids who want jobs.

Good luck! <3

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grounded anon

Hello

It is me once more

So basically, my step uncle died

The thing is, I didn't know him.

Never met him or heard him.or called him or was told about his personality

Never even saw a picture

So when my mom told me the news I stayed silent for a bit. before saying "im sorry, that's horrible"

She then called me selfish, saying I only cared about me

She said my dad told her I apparently don't give a shit about her

She said other stuff but its not important

The only thing keeping me from doing something drastic is my bsf. You know the one. We've been texting over Tumblr dms.

No, to answer your question, I do not habe any trusted adults. The only adults I have think im selfish and a liar and a manipulator.

I had to miss my one guaranteed chance of seeing my friend at art camp because of this

Also the religious camp isn't s conformimg one

I've went before, so I know what to expect

Im so tired of being at this stupid house

(redacted)

-grounded anon

Wow, okay. I feel like I would have reacted the same way you did. Like what else can you say? It's not like you threw a party lol.

You clearly are not selfish. I'm sorry your parents are saying that. It's like...there's not any perfect way to respond to death but I feel like you did a good job, especially since you're just a kid!

I'm glad you have a supportive friend, at least. That's so important <3 Whether or not you see them, you know they're there, which MATTERS.

I'm sending you so much love!

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pg anon

C - please remember that you're not responsible for anyone's life. if you aren't able to respond (because you're asleep or you just mentally can't) that's NOT on you. You're also well within your rights to call an adult or the police if someone is telling you these things. it's a safety issue, you know?

Schools - I forget if I've asked this but does your school have guidance counselors? It's like...their job to help you figure out this stuff, so you should make them do their job. Ask them questions about the schools you want to go to and what you need to do, you know?

identity- it's OKAY to struggle with this stuff, especially when you're young. I think, like you said, you just have to decide what to do about it. like you have a bf, does your struggles affect your relationship? if not, then take your time figuring it out! you have your whole life to figure that stuff out, you know? You don't owe anyone, not even yourself, a label.

online friends- is there a way to like...stay out of it? still be friends with both people? it sounds like you're not directly involved so if I were you id stay out of it as much as possible. be friends with the people YOU like and relate to, and fuck everyone else's opinions, you know? I know its easier said than done, but in the long run, it's worth it.

friendship in general- I'm so sorry </3 I wish I could say more to make you feel better but I hope you know I'm here for you to vent any time. Also, happy belated birthday <3 the blender sounds cool!

sending love!

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Ikesen Morgan Relationships:

Oda:

Mai: "Honestly, I think she is amazing! She is doing so well with being here in the past. I may not have been there, but in the 'sibling meetings', it was brought up. She is also very talented, and I try to help her sometimes if I gave the time"

Nobunaga: "he is on top of the food chain. We have a weekly game night where we play a differnt game each night. It's a lot of fun and it wasn't what I was expecting when he called me to his room. He did mention the little uh... thing from town... heh... we shared some candy for that!"

Hideyoshi: "he honestly is very overprotective. I mean- come on. But I don't exactly blame him for that because of how we met... he is the first person i go to if I can't sleep at night either. He manages to help me relax easily, so it's nice honestly-"

Mitsuhide: "dad number 2. He helped me with survival because and I quote,'You have the survival instincts of a Pidgon.' I mean- I do. But now I'm able to have a better chance to live here on my own. Outside of the other stuff-"

Mitsunari: "Just one of the sweetest people in the Oda. He has treated me extremely well, and I've decided to help him with getting to sleep and eating. After all, how else is he going to keep going on with his passions and live on into a world of peace?"

Ieyasu: "... honestly- he is so indirect about things that get infuriating. Tell me how you ACTIALLY feel dude. But, I do have respect for him for his medicines, and he has taught me more efficient ways to make mine as well."

Masamune: "bitch thinks he can beat me and Moonlight. He has lost most of the races we have done. He is a skilled cook. I'll give him that, and I'll at least try what he makes."

Ramaru: "he often talks to me about feeling guilty. He doesn't share why, but he asks why I don't also feel guilty, too? Those discussions can be quite hard, honestly. But the other times we hang out are nice and peaceful. It's weird..."

Keji: havent met yet

Usui-Takada:

Kenshin: "he took me into his care first. I'll always respect him for that. When I asked him why, he told me that 'You looked lost and frightened. But you held your ground and made a bloody battleground into a peaceful graveyard, respecting each of the men. Someone like that should survive any battle that faces them.'"

Shingen: "Yuki warned me about how flirtatious he could be, so i often stayed away from him. But we ended up bonding over sweets and seeing each other on a more even ground than oh look a 'woman' time to flirt"

Sauske: "I feel lucky to have landed in the same spot ad him. He is sp smart and caring about those he considers friends. I'm glad to be ND glasses buds with him. He may have won out in our training- but that's ok. It just pushed me to work harder!"

Yukimura: "absolute best person to tease. Its so easy and fun too. Along with speaking with Ama and Sauske around him, he gets so lost, but he has picked up on some things. Which is even better!"

Yoshimoto: "People have said that he is a fierce warrior on the battlefield not to be trifled with. But I never met that version of him. The one I met actually taught me the language, and we bonded over the arts. I do wish some of his vessels would stop with the whole die for honor... but that is of this period... and it is horrible..."

Kantesugu: "I dont get along with him as well as I do Mitsunari, we inky met in passing and didn't really interact. When we did, he was direct and straight to the point which I appreciated"

Other:

Kicho: "I met up with him by accident one day. I didn't realize at the time that he was technically an enemy. But... what he told me and what we talked about... heh... couldn't help but relate. I'm glad he is able to be himself now. His true self. I also hope that I can help him whenever he needs me... he even offered to help me funnily enough-"

Motanari: "bitchass mother fucker"

Kennyo: "he is dragging others into his pit of dispair and grief. It's destroying everything around him. At least he knows it... he would definitely refuse me helping him if I were to ever offer. 'Oda rat' or something like that is probably what he would call me..."

Siblings/Mother

Amaryllis:( @silkkorchid ) "Ama is quite fun to be around, literally just- the non biological child of Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi. She helped me get out of my shell a bit and managed to get me out- so I really appreciate her"

Rubia ( @rubia8 ): "Sweet sis, getting dragged into Ama's chaos... we play with strays often that she hides in her room"

Hydrangeas ( @colourless-hydrangeas ): "singlehandedly brought peace via split custody? She is really quite well spoken, and I have a lot of respect for her hand in ending the bloodshed."

Kiyomi ( @just-a-little-silly ): "aparantly- lord Nobunaga has a sister- who has my dad's around her pinky finger. She was honestly what sealed me staying with the Oda. She helped me get a job as a stable hand. If I ever need peace and quiet, we normally just go somewhere together. She honestly treats me, so well..."

[frozenjokes]

CuteGuy Would Prefer Greatly If HotGuy Never Ever Had Any Nice Things, But Especially Not His Good Friend And Roommate Cubfan135 (1/3)

I absolutely refuse to go through an add italics to the tumblr versions of my fics but grian is so angry all of the time it was necessary in this case

next

“So let me get this straight.” Grian, well, CuteGuy stood over HotGuy, the hero’s head pinned under his own boot. It was times like these that Grian considered ditching the boots altogether; wrapping his talons around any hero’s face like this would be an absolute sight, but alas, he wasn’t trying to get painful calluses all over his feet. Grian was sure HotGuy could escape this if he wanted to; he’d just have to roll to knock Grian off, but he stayed still, staring up at Grian with those big, pathetic eyes. “You want my help with your romantic endeavors. You want to pretend fight so you can pretend win, yeah? Impress that special someone?”

Grian knew who it was, of course. Not because HotGuy announced it or because it was on the news, no, but because this certified idiot had set his sights on Cub. Cub! His roommate Cub. What could HotGuy even want from a guy like Cub- just a guy! A human, not even a conventionally attractive human, who hardly knew anything about heroes and villains other than their names! Cub, who worked a shitty job with a shitty manager, who basically did nothing but go on little walks and hang out at home- there was nothing about Cub that stood out, so why in the fuck was HotGuy so- Grian hissed, pressing a little harder on HotGuy’s head, who grunted. HotGuy didn’t get to have Cub. Cub wasn’t- HotGuy didn’t even know him! He didn’t get to take Cub- his Cub- and turn him into some kind of hero worshiper!

“Stop looking at me like that!” Grian’s anger reached its boiling point, though HotGuy didn’t flinch, looking more disappointed than anything.

To his credit, he did look away, pursing his lips, “So I take it you’re not a fan of the idea.” The infuriating amicable lilt to his voice stayed even despite his face being crushed against the pavement, and Grian wanted nothing more than to choke it out of him.

“What gave you that idea?” Grian snarled, and HotGuy shrugged.

“When you’re really pissed off you start drooling, and honestly, it’s quite gross. Are you stressed? Have you considered Xanax? Does wonders for me on bad days.”

“My insurance won’t renew my prescription and my doctor fucking sucks.”

“Ah, I feel you buddy. I mean, I basically live in a hospital, but sometimes I need some more benign stuff and it just feels like the whole system is out to get you! Don’t even get me started on before I got into the hero business, gosh. Well, if it makes you feel any better, you were far from my first choice. I asked The Goat, but he told me that would be a monumental waste of his time, Mumbo told me he wouldn’t be convincing enough and also to stop calling him he’s retired, I haven’t seen Worm Man for years but I’m still looking-“

“How many people did you ask before me?” Grian tried not to be offended, but honestly, he was very offended- HotGuy has the gall to ask favors then admit Grian wasn’t his first choice? Why not? He knew why. But why not???

“Anyone I could find, really. I mean, heroes are easy enough to track down, but a lot of them are busy and also don’t give a fuck, but villains kinda just wander around and cause problems wherever. Though, I figured if I stood here long enough you’d jump me like you did last time. Hey, by the way, if you see Poultry Man, will you tell him I’d like to talk?”

Grian seethed; he had seen HotGuy up on the apartment complex where they had fought last and assumed he was looking for Cub- was Grian really that predictable?

“The last thing Poultry Man would want to do is help you impress some guy you don’t even know- what’s the deal anyway? Don’t answer that, I don’t care.”

“Hey! I know Cub plenty! We had such a nice walk the night you broke my visor and then a lovely lunch date the next day! Well- maybe not a date. I don’t know, I never asked what he thought. I kind of don’t want to know, though. And I wasn’t going to ask Poultry Man to help me do anything, I just wanted to talk to him about all the chickens he released into the poor woman’s home- it’s not important-“

“Poor woman? She’s a fucking asshole.”

“It’s not important,” Scar strained, and Grian felt the tiniest bit vindicated, “All I meant to say is that I would feel bad beating the shit out of Poultry Man, even if it was just pretend. He’s just a misguided guy in a chicken costume.

“Misguided?” Grian’s hiss cracked into a higher pitch, “Poultry Man is EVIL. Poultry Man could CRUSH YOU. What makes you think you’re any match against him, huh? Really.”

“I mean, his costume looks a bit bulky, not great for maneuvering. I doubt he can see very well out of the mask, too. I don’t know, maybe he’s like, secretly ripped or something, but I still don’t think he could do much damage.”

“You’ll regret underestimating him when you’re taking your last breaths under his claws.”

“Oh, I hope not! I just wanted to chat about where he got those chickens, but you’re nice for standing up for him! You’re a good friend, CuteGuy.”

“I-“ Grian felt his body short circuit for a moment, everything replaced with the type of fury that can only be released by picking someone up and violently shaking them. HotGuy was perfectly polite about it, enduring Grian’s fit of rage before hanging somewhat limply in his arms, not even using his own legs to stand after Grian was done. HotGuy stared. Grian stared back.

“You’re strong.”

“Fuck you.” Grian dropped HotGuy, who just collapsed, wholly unready to support his own weight. Fine. Good. With a few strong beats of his wings, Grian took off, leaving HotGuy firmly in the dust. Flying was good and the evening breeze was good and if shaking someone annoying wasn’t enough to make them stop being annoying, then it was time to let it go. Something Grian was famously bad at.

When he looked back HotGuy was still just laying there, INFURIATINGLY, just staring at the sky! He wasn’t even looking at Grian, he was just completely zoned out-! What was his damn problem?

Grian’s boots cracked against the cement on either side of HotGuy’s waist, and HotGuy screamed, so genuinely frightened, Grian was pretty sure the noise would color his memory for the rest of his life. “Where are you meeting him?”

“What?” HotGuy squeaked, and the sound was just as beautiful.

“Where do you want me to be for your stunt?”

“I-I was going to meet Cub at the City Park-“

“Are you crazy? Are you trying to get me arrested? You’ll meet here, in the parking lot across the street at 9:00. And I don’t do play fights, but if you shoot me I’ll rip you a new one. And I want $500.”

“That’s- a lot of money-“

“You won’t miss it. You and your piece of shit rich friends spend that kind of change like it’s nothing on designer clothes and cocaine. And I want to see your sorry face when you’re forced to cough it up after I flatten your ass then steal your man.”

“You- why are you so mean to me? Hey- you are not allowed to-“ Grian didn’t let him finish, beating his wings hard enough to batter HotGuy’s face before taking off, definitively this time.

Perfect. This was going to be fun.

[susandsnell]

the armand is alice theory is so infuriating for many reasons, but yeah the misogyny + biphobia at work to erase daniel's past romantic relationships... it never made sense to me especially bc one of the ways through which an older daniel comes to sympathise w/ louis is through his own failed relationships to his wives and daughters

welcome, companion in haterism!!!! I try to make it a point to avoid IWTV discourse for the most part but I cannot and will not countenance this fuckass theory, I do not respect it, and I will not shut up about it until the show proves me right and we see it dead in the ground. It is so stupid. It is so fucking stupid.

I fully agree - whether you read Daniel as bi or gay (and there's sufficient argument for both, though I def have my own theories - and the latter doesn't imo at all lessen the importance of his relationships to his wives), how circa 2008 misogynistic yaoi no-girls-allowed livejournal do you have to be to try to erase women from existence that we haven't even seen yet. This show is already a sausagefest with so few women to spare.

Likewise, as you point out, it would also be godawful writing that completely undercuts what they've done so far with Old Maniel, which imo is one of the highlights of the show. Through his life experiences of two failed marriages + two daughters who are no-contact (parallel to Louis with Lestat, Armand, Claudia and Madeleine), he's much better equipped to empathize with and reach a better conclusion with Louis in 2022 than in 1973, offering insights that help them both grow as people. As well, it would completely cheapen and frankly ruin one of the most important emotional beats of the entire show up until this point -- Louis' rescue of Daniel. This was what allowed him to have One Mortal Life, Fully Lived Out, given shape and meaning by the good and the bad, the triumphs and the failures, the heights of his career success and the nadirs of his personal life. It's incredibly important to both characters - this is literally 70% of Daniel's entire existence we're talking about here, and where Louis is concerned, Louis, the walking moral crisis, in the depths of despair and suicidal depression, was able to see that the vampire could do a good deed and have a positive impact. What he tried and failed to do with Claudia time and again, he succeeded with here, and there was an even broader impact when you consider all the people Daniel was able to live on to help, and all the lives he touched. What would any of that even mean if it's Oops! All Armand?

And finally, it cheapens Devil's Minion itself. It dumbs down the promised future we have of their dynamic to "There's Literally No One Important In Daniel's Life Except Armand And Never Has Been", and Daniel can apparently only ever have one relationship, and no others to have learned from, compared it to, or used as a frame of reference (whereas Armand has had several, too). I hate soul-mate stories as a narrative crutch, and I aggressively do not care to learn that Daniel's demonstrated emotional intelligence, growth, happy memories and deep failings as a husband and father were, to borrow his parlance, "based on a seismic lie". On the other side of things, it would completely wreck the narrative buildup that Armand alone is enough for Daniel after every other relationship for him has been performance and manipulation; Daniel seeing him for who and what he is when nobody else ever has is so crucial to their show dynamic as it exists currently. It would be cheap, soapy, and frankly, reminiscent of TJLC.

Past Devil's Minion could have very well happened and I'm not entirely against the possibility, but for the love of God, can we not do it at the expense of women and oh, I don't know, Daniel's entire character as he exists on the show?

[pro-logue-epi-logue]

Hey, just wanna drop in to say that I love your will & alex hate, hahahaha! I'm glad i found someone who's as infuriated of will as i did. He's so fucking annoying. Nightfall really ruined his character for me. He used to be my fav horsemen, but after nightfall, the only male characters i like are micah and rory. Don't even get me started with alex. She's like a whole different character in nightfall, and i hate how pd turned her character an OWD (other women drama). She was great before nightfall, why did pd had to ruin her character like that?

I was also pissed when people kept on mentioning how emory was jealous of other women with will, but these same people never mentioned how will always treated emmy badly when HE was the one who had to deal with his jealousy of seeing emmy with other men? Like the hypocrisy? 🙄 i love dark romances, but overall, i think this series just aint for me because i like no main male characters here, and that's literally the opposite goal of a romance story.

I don't find Will romantic enough because his words and actions are just so icky. Just because he went to jail for his crimes that are related to defending emmy, and kept on having loving thoughts of Emmy in his head, doesnt mean it excuses every other hurtful things he's ever said or done towards her, you know. And that's the thing, i'm aware that emmy was not fully innocent either, but at least we saw in her pov that she wasn't delusional about her bad treatment towards will, unlike will towards emmy? And his admission was only near the end, and it was so short and dismissive too? It was so unsatisying, I need a big grovelling.

How do you like the series so far though? Have you found characters that you like better now? Or worse? Do you already have a ranking in mind, or are you the kind that decides it at the end of the series? Do you think you'll like will by the end of the series? Hahaha!

Hi 👋

😅 yeah i kind of hate those two idiots (not adorably) but i technically LOATH alex and just want will to use his brain and i am fine.

1 thing is for sure WILL too deserves hate just because he loved emory that didn't erase that he was awful to her at times.

And honestly i hate all the horsemen, none of them are my favorite.

I the entire series the males whom i loved are my precious MICAH and RORY. There is nothing they did that made me hate them, they were in blackchurch where they were put by their families to suffer but guess what they found someone they lived and thought "hey lets just chill".then they saw emory and was like "now i am intrigued, why exactly is she here?".

I just love these two cuties, they are the definition of the word pookies (i honestly hate this word)

But yes I LOVE THEM, and i want emmy to adopt them.

She probably has, they are her brothers.

Now coming to Alex, i don't think she is a different person in Nightfall, its just we get to see more of her, the real her in nightfall. A bitch who just cant understand her position.

She was not the other woman in nightfall, she was the other woman ALWAYS! thats what her character is. Let me explain.

I conclave she explains how she met aydin.

He was someone else's FIANCE!!!!. and she was thet girls BEST FRIEND.

Imagine your best friend and fiance backstabbing you so bad. I am pretty sure she has a life time trauma because of these 2 *insert a bad word her of your choice*.

And in nightfall Alex always ALWAYS interrupted and meddled in between when will and wm are talking, a thing they barely did..

Honestly she was playing a long game to marry will, considering how she wanted will to put that necklace on her.

So when she realized "hey, em is here will wants her, and aydin is not even looking at me. Then what happens to me??"

For me she was not great before nightfall either, for me she was barely there.

She took banks to shopping not because she wanted to help her but because kai PAID her, and she will do anything for money.

She took winter to fare because will asked her and she never left him alone.

She was with winter when damon was not because damon asked her and she is afraid of her.

So yeah she never was a girls girl to me.

Emmy was jealous yes but its obvious she will feel that way because she loved will hey atleast she never behaved as rudely and childish as alex.

I hated will in present chapter, i get it you want to get revenge, as idiotic your reason is but hey have some spine and just say something.

In past he was like "i will do anything for you, depend on me, i won't let anyone touch you."

In present he was like "yes so what alex slapped her even though i know she was abused for years. Who cares? Fuck this bitch."

"I know you know how to take a beating"

So yes present chapters are the reason i say EMORY deserves better than someone like will who would choose anyone be it alex, damon over emmy.

I just know if martin had been there and hit her in present chapter se would have done nothing.

So yeah thats why i never hate aydin for hitting will.

In this series i hate all the man, just like you.

But the thing is i LOVED kai at first, then he showed why i shouldn't.

So yeah they all can die.

Pd did a poor than poor job writing willemmy, okay so the fandom wants alex, let me write her for half the book,

The fandom wants damon and rika, like me, here we have 4 or 5 chapters for them

O willemmy? Its their book right? Yeah well no one said that they want to read them to me. Duh... i will ignore them, what other option do i have?.

I think will is romantic, i think he is the most romantic of all the horsemen, and i can never forget how he danced in front of the entire cafeteria to make emmy smile when he thought she was sad.

Its just we don't get to see it, we all have to accept the fact that pd don't love kaibanks and willemmy and we are never getting anything about them. If only someone stops thinking about rika,damon and alex in all scenarios this series would have been amazing and not grated on my nerves.

YES! Emmy is not innocent either but atleast we know from her pov what she feels, Will's pov were all him acting like a little bitch. And that short admission of his was so weird.

I have this feeling pd went out of their way to make thing infuriating in this book on purpose. How can you compare alex to emmy.

Will was a let down but only in present.

I don't need groveling, all i need is 3 or 4 chapters of will being true to his feelings, telling em straight forward that he loves em not alex he don't want her. Treat em right for once.

Even aydin treated em better than will and he was not her love interest, will was.

All throughout nightfall i was waiting for that 1 chapter of willemmy alone and in disgustingly in love. But we didn't.

As for this series, pd did not do good with backgrounds and plotline, there were soooooooo many loopholes.

And it was soooooo obvious who their favorite character are.

Favoritism is what killed this series.

I liked reading these books the curious factor was there but why would you write a book if you clearly hate both the fmc and mmc is beyond me.

So yeah it is great but not for me, i hope others like it.

I am here just because i can't get willemmy out of mind 😭😅.

The characters i like-

Banks, Emmy,Micah,Rory, Emmy's college roommate ( she was the true girls girl)

Worse characters-

Alex wins the crown, i definitely see a divorce

Aydin

The horsemen

Rika, its just because of favoritism.

She had 5 books for her while others barely hat 0.5.

Okay my ranking-

The horsemen (some is holding a gun at my head, i am joking obviously)

Daddy issues- kai

Will

Damon

Michael

The girls, i refuse to call them cowgirls

1. EMMY( she is my baby)

2. Banks

3. Winter, because i have neutral feelings towards her

4. Rika

In hell burning- Alex, who never told a girl about rapist

As for Will, i like the past will, i like the will in fire night. But the present will can die.

Even the past will is going to judge present will.

That's all from me, thanks for this ask, feel free to send more 😊 if you want.

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

And now…the escape!

(Also we say yes to magic because it’s an important part of the story anyway but no to any other powers)

@hobiesgender @royallydivinelesbian

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Two weeks in, and Miles felt like he was going crazy.

There were so many people in the castle. So many more than he was used to. The hallways were filled with constant talking, laughing, even explosions, inexplicably, and Miles couldn’t even manage to get a moment to himself at all. He still attended both weekly meetings when they happened, but the rest of the time, he felt like he was stretched too thin.

There was Kate, and William (who preferred Billy), but there was also Thomas Shepard (who went by Tommy, and they were somehow related but not? Miles couldn’t tell, despite them looking exactly alike), Theodore Altman (Teddy), America Chavez, Elijah Bradley, David Alleyne, and several other people Miles couldn’t remember. It was actual insanity in the castle, and Miles couldn’t even tell Pavitr about it because he hadn’t had a chance to see his friend for more than ten minutes at a time at any given moment. The rest of his time was spent with everyone else, who were actually trying to marry him.

He and Kate usually were outside together, because archery was her true pride and passion; Miles…was not the best at it, unfortunately, and a lot of their time together was spent with Kate trying to hide her laughter behind her hand at his absolutely dismal performances. Billy had magic, which infuriated Miguel because he’d technically brought in a weapon with his staff during that first meeting; he showed off his magic a lot to Miles, but Miles felt he was more interested in Teddy, who seemed to reciprocate that interest as subtly as he could, considering.

America had a younger sister she talked about constantly, and she always seemed to be narrowly avoiding mentioning her own parents, and she and Elijah were constantly grappling in the courtyard. Actually, for the most part they all congregated in the courtyard, and Miles spent his time moving between groups to talk and spend time with everyone.

Tommy was very overconfident in himself, and very quick on his feet, and Miles watched as he showed off every so often for David, who seemed to appreciate the attention; both of them seemed to have to remember at times that they were here for Miles, though Miles honestly didn’t care all that much because, again, it’s not like it was his idea for him to get married.

And all that energy followed them into the dining hall when they had dinner, and the sitting rooms, and the library, and the —

The point was, Miles was going insane.

He waited until dark one night, listening at his door after what felt like another day of nothing but chaos, and waited until he was certain everyone was asleep before creeping out of his room. It was actually nice to be walking around the empty hallways with nothing but silence, and Miles let himself wander them serenely; every so often, he ducked into the shadows to hide from the patrolling guards, knowing they would report to Miguel and Miguel would tell his parents and then Miles would get in trouble. Perks of living in the castle his entire life meant that Miles knew each rotation of the guard, each routine they went through, everything like that. Made it easy for nights like tonight, where he was restless and aimless in his wandering.

Aimless, that is, until he passed by the open door that led to the back courtyard, where everyone congregated. Miles paused, staring out at the dark blue sky for a long moment before he made his way outside. The night was dark and cool, stars dotting the sky but just a sliver of a moon out to shine any sort of light. Miles closed his eyes, standing in the middle of the courtyard for a moment to just…soak in the peace. Then he pressed onwards, walking through the gardens that surrounded the courtyard and trailing his fingers over the flowers; it felt like nobody wanted to walk through the gardens with him, and Miles missed it fiercely. The silence was still soothing, all the way up until he hit the end of the garden and realized he was at the wall.

Miles pressed his fingers to the smooth stone, staring up at the top of it with wide eyes. He’d never been outside of the castle walls before; his parents had always insisted it was too dangerous, and Miguel reinforced that belief of theirs. Miles didn’t think he’d even seen the city beyond the walls from the castle, and he was suddenly hit with a fierce curiosity. Glancing around, he saw a tree that looked like it might give a good view over the wall, and Miles didn’t even think twice before he climbed up it. He didn’t stop until he was able to see over the wall, and he let out a breath once he actually did.

The city looked so far away, he thought, and it was late enough that there weren’t even any lights on. The weak moonlight meant that Miles could just barely make out the buildings that towered over other ones, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d stared at it from behind the palace walls before he noticed that the branch he was on was both sturdier than he’d realized…and much, much longer than he’d thought.

It went out over the top of the wall, and Miles stared at it with wide eyes. His heart racing in his throat, Miles turned to look behind him, staring at the unlit castle for a long moment before making an impulsive decision. He crawled forwards, not stopping until he got to the top of the wall, and sat on the cool stone. The drop down it was further than he’d expected, which disappointed him much more than he’d thought possible, until he glanced to the left and realized there was a medium sized building that didn’t look too far down.

Miles scooted carefully along the wall until he was able to line up with it better and, after another moment of hesitation, slid forward off the wall and dropped down onto it. There was a muffled ‘thud’ as he landed on the sturdy wooden rooftop, and he waited a few moments to see if anyone would come out. When nobody did, he crawled to the edge of the roof and peered over it, trying to gauge the distance down.

That didn’t look too bad either, and so he slide off the side of the building and huddled against the wall. Miles looked up, staring with wide eyes as he realized…

He did it. He was out of the castle, unaccompanied and on his own, for the first time in his life. Unable to help himself, Miles let out a quiet laugh before turning his sights towards the city again. It didn’t look any closer, but Miles was suddenly very eager to get there, and very full of energy. Without a second glance back at the wall, he started walking forwards.

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ok one more thing i swear I SWEAR and then i’m probably done talking about this I think

but UGHHHH when everything was going to hell i remember multiple of their friends being like “please don’t let this make you feel like you aren’t enough” and i’m so fucking angry because I KNOW i’m enough, and despite my deep personal flaws I’m actually rad as hell. I have 2 college degrees, a salaried job in the field I studied in college that people say is “so cool” whenever I talk about it, a decently decorated apartment that I live in and pay for on my own, I have a fantastic group of friends, I am constantly showered in compliments about my looks, fashion, dance moves, and makeup, my second language is Japanese (even though I suck at it) and I’ve been there twice, I’m funny, charming, incredibly intelligent, kind to a fault (until you piss me off), creative, strong, hardworking, considerate, and not to mention beautiful enough to reportedly make people nervous when they look at me.

What makes me so infuriated is HOWWWWW can I be all of these things and still be treated as disposable? HOW MUCH MORE do I, or ANY PERSON, need to be before it’s finally enough for motherfuckers like the one who broke my fucking heart on Saturday. WHYYYYY did they do all that shit they did if they were just going to throw me away in the end and WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK do they feel they’re entitled to? Deep down I don’t think they had malicious intent, but it feels so fucking evil to me how they met me not even a month after my breakup, I told them about what I had been through with my ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend, communicated to them about my fears surrounding the mere concept of letting them into my life as a friend, and yet they still ended up treating me like that.

I can’t say I don’t know where I went wrong, because I knew if I didn’t get my emotions under control and stop asking them constantly for reassurance that it would ultimately drive them away as i’m sure it made me more trouble than I was really worth. I’m also really sad because when we first met and started hanging out I LOVED the vibe we shared and how our personalities played off of each other. I noticed similarities we had in our lives and related to the struggles they had been through. I had so much fun being with them and I was so excited for us to build and create a deep and meaningful friendship. I wanted fun adventures, I wanted us to watch our favorite movies together, I wanted us to have a silly girly slumber party because I don’t think they had ever had one before, I wanted us to craft our own inside jokes and make more silly memes of ourselves and our cats to send each other, I wanted them to tell me more about their culture, I wanted us to hang out and practice dance moves to bust out at the goth club, I wanted them to INCLUDE ME in their anime convention shenanigans, I wanted to go to walmart with them and pal around while running errands the same way the do with their bros, but in the blink of an eye it went from “let’s hang out multiple times a week and I can’t wait for us to do all of this stuff together!” to hardly seeing them, watching them flirt with other girls, and them really only messaging me to keep our snap streak going.

yeah I wanted to date them once upon a time, and i’m sure everyone thinks i’m hurting solely because of that, but in reality romantic relationships really mean dick to me. I’ve only had 3 significant others and 2 of those were in my life for a month or so. I didn’t start dating until I was 20, and all of my significant personality-defining relational trauma came from friendships, not lovers. In my mind, friendship can involve far more emotional depth and commitment than dating someone. If we had just stayed casual sex partners (which is what I was looking for initially) or maybe dated for a few months and then it not work out, that’s whatever. But for them to tell me “I consider you one of my closest friends” and then Not Fucking Treat Me Like It? That’s a goddamn war crime level offense in my eyes.

[sorrengailherondale]

I personally absolutely loved fourth wing. Spoilers ahead

Violet had Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, and it is something that is written very well into the book (though at some points it's sort of ignored, though, I think that's actually good.) As someone who has egelrs Danlos syndrome, the struggles of the disease are so clearly written by someone who gets it. Violets talk with Mira with the premise of "nothing will really fix me" is so relatable I nearly cried, and that with her insecurity "what if underneath all the frail joints and brittle bones, was just more weakness" again **chefs kiss** The author even manages to play in with mobility aids in the context of a dragon riding college with Violets saddle, and Tairn telling her that she's worked harder than anybody else, and just because her body is different doesn't mean she should reap the benefits of hard work. This is what originally drew me to this book, and makes violet easily the most relatable character I've ever read, "You look all frail and breakable, but you're a violent little thing" could be my motto for life.

"should I call the wing leader" is one of my favorite lines, and Dragon sass and mockery is a staple. In much of the fanfic, it's the key reason to read

Did I see Brennan being alive coming? Yes. Did I see Dain's betrayal coming? Yes. Did I see Liam's death? Yes. None of this makes the book less compelling. The only thing that concerns me is the length of this series-- Vi and Xaden are basically already together and Dain has already shown his true colors? Why not drag it out some more? (Though personally more dragging if the Xaden and vi may have killed me) It's like showing your hand too early, though maybe this is all just the tip of the iceberg

Lilith Sorrengail was trying to kill her daughter with the rain on that parapet, maybe it was bc of the book, maybe something else, but the fact that Violet doesn't catch into that is infuriating, considering how observant and resourceful she is

On that note... I wanted Xaden to seem more awful. Like maybe not show his true intentions so much until the end of the book... But writing worlds like this takes time

Also-- I don't know why people are so flipped out about their modern behaviours despite a non-modern setting... Who cares? Personally, I find the modern things like (sometimes unnecessary) swearing, mocking each other's sex lives, and common phrases make fantasy books easier to deal with, the old timey stuff drives me up the fricking wall.

I hope we get more of the political climate and manipulation in the next books, it's also very obvious that violet will be going back to Basgiath, probably lying to everyone and keeping Dain fucking Aetos from touching her at all costs. What I want out of that off the bat is more character development for Rhiannon (I don't think the lack of this was accidental, leaving more page space for it in the next book,) a big falling out with Dain where hopefully violet can control her lightning and he realizes she is a true threat, and another falling out with her mother, I NEED more Mira, the Mira-Brennan- Violet-Lilkith angle is one Im dying to see. How will Mira react? How will Lillith- knowing her son is not only alive, but left her and her husband to join a rebellion that supposedly killed his and (is implied to have) caused the heart failure of her husband? I want Mira in the rebellion too, Mira realizes the reality of who her mother is, but there should be pushback

[morlock-holmes]

I wanted to emphasize that I really don't disagree with the OP; it's a tremendously important point.

I just feel that the allistic people who say it almost universally underestimate the scope of the problem.

Suppose I was learning English as a second language, and I say to you, "Hey, how do I make plural nouns?"

You might say something like,

"Well, there's no single one way to make a plural noun. English is kind of irregular about this and it's going to depend on the specific noun you mean. In fact, even native speakers will often use the incorrect plural when confronted with an unknown noun."

Everything you just said is 100% true.

And I have no idea how to make a plural noun.

And what happens when I listen to enough English and realize that in the vast majority of cases adding an "s" onto the end of the noun is correct, and in the minority of cases where it isn't correct people will understand what I mean and be able to correct me?

I have experience in this:

I'm going to be pissed off at you for your utter inability to speak clearly about something that you actually know about.

Here's a story:

Once upon a time, back in, oh, 90 or 91, I would have been in first or second grade, and I was standing in line at school singing a song from a My Little Pony cartoon that I liked. Another boy asked what it was about and I told him and he and another boy made fun of me for liking My Little Pony.

Now, we live in more enlightened times; when I talk about that with people today, they say that's very sad and those boys shouldn't have done that.

I have never, ever, not once in my life found an allistic person who was surprised by that story.

Because, at least in my memory, and in the memory of dozens of other similar incidents, I was surprised! After all, we talked about Ninja Turtles, why shouldn't I talk about another cartoon that I like?

And hey, you allistic people didn't get the rulebook either, there's no consensus in America, so I bet, like, at least half of you will be as shocked as I was back then? You'll be just as surprised as I was that boys weren't supposed to like girl things, right? And how come that second boy joined in? Isn't it crazy that I found two little boys in 1990 who thought it was funny for a boy to like My Little Pony even though they didn't have any kind of rule book either?

Funny how that kind of thing doesn't actually play out that way.

Funny how I keep running into situations where everybody tells me that there's no consensus and no rulebook but somehow 90% of the people I meet act the same in that same situation.

It's funny how often I meet people who tell me that I don't even need to be looking for a rule or pattern because there aren't any and then, 10 minutes later, tell me what an outlier I am, and that maybe I should consider trying to fit in a little more.

By funny, I of course mean god damned infuriating. Sometimes I want to hit people about it.

America has, genuinely and truly, way less consensus on what "appropriate" behavior is than it did 60 years ago. The scope of appropriate behavior has also expanded. When my dad was a kid random people would give him shit if his hair was shaggy enough to grow past the ears. Today I work in a formal restaurant and wear two foot-long braids and nobody bats an eye. Honestly even in my childhood society was so sexist that I am surprised that I've gotten nothing but compliments.

But what has also happened, and there is profound denial about this, is that when people do have concrete expectations of others, they are much worse at articulating those expectations than they used to be. There is more expectation that you conform yourself to the expectations of others by intuiting those expectations, rather than having them explained to you, even in cases where they can be easily explained. There is a profound discomfort, on the part of allistics, (Particularly younger and more left-wing allistics) with articulating what they expect from the people around them.

I cannot emphasize this enough: This is the case even when the allistic person in question has incredibly concrete expectations.

My autistic peeps, I have one bit of advice for you.

Be extremely selective about who you accept social rule feedback from.

Most autistic folks I know tie themselves up in knots, trying to figure out this social rule book that everybody else seems to have gotten, that they didn't get. In fact a lot of the "rigidity" that I see other therapists complaining about can be put down to the natural effects of people trying really hard to find one goddamn rule that will stay put.

The thing is- most people walk around as if they have the one universal, unassailable, common-sense rule book for social interaction.

And they are utterly full of shit.

In the US in particular there is incredibly low consensus about how people should behave. Just go post on twitter about whether it is or is not rude to wear your shoes in someone's house, or as a 70 year old and a 20 year old about phone etiquette. That's before we get into other demographic differences. Don't even get me started on "professionalism".

Neurotypical people get that feedback to, but are, on average, way more able to flag it as either 1) a rule for working with that person/similar people 2) bullshit. NOT as a universal rule they should have already known, that they should feel bad about not already knowing.

The number of things that people actually universally agree on is really low.

So when people give you feedback that the social rule they expect you to follow is obvious, they are often being a total dick.

Ask questions, look for patterns in specific settings, and make sure you've worked on your values enough to have a reasonable ecosystem of guiding principles.

But remember that nobody has that rule book.

[malachiexists13]

4. "Less terrible than I imagined"

//tw: none

Notes: again, very rushed. Im sorry <3 Also ignore that it says "Lives in the UK" lmao

After rushing to get dressed, Y/n raced out of their dorm (with weird looks from Venti, ofc) and got to the library as quickly as they could. Yet they could not see Alhaitham anywhere? So, they decided to text him again.

Y/n turned off their phone, choosing to just leave him on read. How infuriating. They quickly made their way to where he had said he was, and of course, there he was. Sitting at the table nonchalantly with a book in hand. “You know, fuck you,” they said as they approached. “I believe you already said that to me once today.” “And I’m saying it again. Couldn’t have given me a warning ahead of time?” 

Alhaitham narrowed his teal gaze at them, “What? Going to say you were doing something of greater importance than this project?” Y/n startled, and took a seat next to him, “Well… no. But it would’ve been nice to have some warning.” “I’ll take that into consideration. Now, we have a project to focus on, do we not?” Y/n rolled their eyes, but grabbed out their supplies. The sooner this was over with, the sooner they’d never have to speak with him again. 

Time seemed to fly by as Y/n and Alhaitham became engrossed into the project, and soon, it was much later than originally anticipated. The clock read 7pm, and the sun had already set. The library was scheduled to close within the next 30 minutes. Alhaitham glanced out the nearby window and sighed, before packing up his stuff. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” he told them. But Y/n was quick to shake their head, “No need. I’ll be fine.” “I forced you to come out so late. It’s the least I can do as whatever apology you’re after.” 

Seeing that arguing was futile, Y/n agreed. An uncomfortable silence infiltrated and polluted the air as the two walked side by side back to Y/n’s apartment building. Alhaitham didn’t seem to be one for small talk, nor did Y/n have any interest in conversing with him. But even so, things still felt awkward. But suddenly-- “You know, Y/n.. You’re more knowledgeable than I gave you credit for. Infact, I look forward to completing our project.” 

Y/n stiffened, “Did… Did you just compliment me?” “..Is it so strange for me to do so? I was only acknowledging your intelligence.” He questioned, confusion etched ever so lightly across his features. “I suppose I just didn’t expect it.. I’d always heard about how rude you are.” “Rude? I’m not being rude, I’m being honest. If that is considered ‘rude’ then I suppose some people are too emotionally fragile.” “Anddd there’s the Alhaitham we all know.” 

Despite his attitude and quick mood changes, perhaps Alhaitham wasn’t so bad to be around. Perhaps once one got used to his incredible “uniqueness.” 

As Y/n walked into their room, their phone buzzed. Turning it back on, there was a text from Scaramouche.

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[starry-blue-echoes]

AU where during Jonathan’s last moments, he briefly mourns the fact that he’s never going to be able to start a family with Erina.

And in that moment, his Stand ends up forcefully manifesting itself to change that and reaches through the stretches of time and space to grab some of his descendants.

Specifically, the 5 that end up going on their own bizarre adventure.

Double specifically, when they’re right in the middle of their respective adventures.

So we have Jonathan meeting Joseph, Jotaro, Josuke, Giorno and Jolyne in this weird Ghost House Thing that looks an awful lot like the now burned Joestar Estate and nobody knows how to leave

Some highlights:

Joseph. Poor, poor Joseph. This guy is on the receiving end of so many pranks. Mostly from Josuke and Jolyne, but occasionally Gio gets roped in. Not being able to see stands infuriates him to no end and he’s telling them “just wait until I get my stand, then you’ll both be sorry!”

he also just. Doesn’t tell anyone that he has a poison ring around his heart and throat and that they’re going to dissolve and kill him. It’s not that he hides it, it just never really came up. The others did know he was training to fight the Pillarmen tho

In a similar vein, Jotaro is having None Of This. He’s on a time limit damnit, he can’t afford to waste any when his mom is literally dying. He barely interacts with the other Jojo’s and spends all of his time trying to figure out a way to escape. At first the other’s lightly poke fun at him until he snaps and they end up learning why exactly he’s so anxious

Eventually the sentient Stand reveals that No Time Passes Here, and Jotaro finally chills the fuck out and passes out for like. Two days because nearing the end of the presumed limit he stopped sleeping. He also ends up actually socializing with the other Jojo’s

Jonathan becomes everyone’s dad, since none of actually had a present father in their lives. He’s very sweet and wholesome.

the house is actually really big, which makes sense considering Jonathan’s home was a literal mansion. Everyone has their own separate rooms with a bathroom attached, plus there are few rooms for recreation. There’s also an “outdoor” area, plus windows, but the sky is….. really fucked and it takes a while before any of the Jojo’s feel comfortable or safe enough to go out. There’s a large garden and a pool though, which is nice. There might also be a game room with some viddy ganes, which confuse the hell out of Jonathan

Jotaro and Jolyne end up having a long talk about just. Everything that will happen with his future around her. It’s a bit awkward but it happens

and on the flip side, Giorno and Jonathan also have a bit of a talk about….. the specifics of their relation. It’s just as awkward.

Joseph absolutely teaches the other Jojo’s hamon, and even ropes Jonathan into helping. Admittedly the only reason he did was because he was worried someone would get hurt. Dio better look out because now we have a Star Plat with Hamon Punches

[adorerdraco]

Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell 

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard. 

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you. 

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you. 

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture. 

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms. 

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table. 

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion. 

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all. 

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time. 

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully. 

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes. 

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs. 

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.

[ramzawrites]

(Platonic techno x Piglin Hybrid Reader)

Imagine a 7-8 y/o piglin hybrid finds techno's nether portal and out of pure childhood curiosity decides to go through it and ends up in the snow biome. They almost immediately get frostbite and pass out due to living in the nether and usually being warm. Eventually techno finds the child by his nether portal and look's around to see no parents so assumes they are an orphan he goes to pull out his orphan obliterater but the voices get louder telling him to take them home and protect them eventually gives in wraps his cape around them and brings them home to warm them up

(Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable)

-Anon :)

Kin - Piglin!Child!Reader and Technoblade

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, (mentioned) Philza

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request :]

Summary: Y/N was just too curious! This weird black frame with the purple light was surely not there before! Maybe they should look at it a bit further. The light just looked too inviting!

Words count: 3023

Authors Note: My first Techno fic! YO! I really love him alot! He is one of my favorite CCs and also favorite Character in the dsmp :) Wish I found a better way to cut this one off but I had so much fun writing this!

Y/N’s little Piglin hands slowly traveled up the rough Netherrack that they were hiding behind. Grabbing the edge of the rock as their head followed along, their eyes peaking over cautiously.

There was this weird black frame with what looked like a purple pool inside of it. It emitted a rumbling but kind of musical sound that seemed to call out to Y/N. In fact, they only found this weird portal only due to the sounds. Never in their young life have they heard anything like it.

They have only seen something like this here and there whenever their clan moved on from a region but usually those seemed to be broken. The frame only half finished without a light coming out of it. Elders and the adults would always remind them to stay far away from it since apparently it could be dangerous, but Y/n couldn’t understand how.

It just stood there playing its music that seemed to almost call out to the Piglin. Wanting it to get closer and listen to its magical melody.

How could be something so beautiful be considered dangerous?

Taking another look around, Y/N made sure they were alone. Secretly having run off to follow this sound they managed to pick up on. It’s not like their parents would look for them on account that their parents were already dead.

Now the Elders took care of them, but they were usually too busy with clan business to realize when they ran off on their own adventures.

Once again checking that there were no Ghasts or other dangerous mobs around Y/N climbed over the rock. Landing on what looked like a pathway that led to the black frame.

Closer to the structure Y/N took the time to get a good look at the rock that has been used for the frame. It was a deep black and yet it somehow seemed to have a purple shine. If it came from the vortex between or the rock itself Y/N couldn’t tell, nor did they care enough to figure that out. Too amazed by it.

The sound was now really loud, and Y/N could tell that it came definitely from the purple light. It seemed to swirl in of itself almost like liquid and yet it stayed in the air as if it were glass put between the stone.

Mesmerized by it the child slowly put their hand into the light, trying to figure out what the material was.

But the only thing they felt was how cold it felt and it seemingly pulling on them. Trying to pull them deeper in. Scared Y/N immediately pulled their arm away, holding it close to their chest. Warming the cold limb up with their own body and the temperature of the Nether.

They have never felt anything like this. It was interesting. They knew what cold was but never like this. Only having felt an occasional breeze from jumping around or running around and even then, it was nothing compared to what they just felt.

Was this vortex doing this? Was this the purpose? Is this the dangerous part? How?

Y/N was already so incredible curious, but this really spiked their curiosity. What would happen if they just stood in there?

With this question in mind the kid placed one foot in the frame, soon followed by the next. The vortex completely engulfing them. Purple being the only thing they were able to see. This cold feeling immediately hitting them like a brick wall.

With a surprised grunt with how huge the temperature difference was, the child jumped away, hoping to get back to the familiar warmth but as they did the cold didn’t disappear.

The portal was still there but suddenly there was this bright light all around them. White as far as they could see.

Now panicking the child desperately looked around but their body was still dealing with the sudden temperature drop.

The world spinning around making it difficult for them to get a good look at where they were. Darkness crept in at the edges of their vision which they desperately tried to fight against.

Without realizing Y/N crashed onto the white ground which seemed to be even colder than the air around. Sneaking into the thin clothing and prickling at the skin. Their heart beating incredible fast and, in their ears, and yet they suddenly felt so tired.

The coldness that was so uncomfortable before suddenly turning more comfortable. Their breathing calming down as their eyes fell shut. Submerging themself into the world of darkness.

Luckily for Y/N, Technoblade was on his way towards the Netherportal himself. He managed to run out of Blaze Rods and needed to gather more for his potions only to spot something or rather someone lying face down in the snow.

At first, he assumed that for some reason Tommy managed to knock himself out while wandering over for whatever reason but the closer he got the more he noticed that, no, the body was way too small for that.

Also, he was pretty sure the last time he checked Tommy didn’t sport similar pig ears like Techno.

The voices in his head were pretty calm until they realized “Kin? Our kin? Out here? Our or his kin? Is it our kin as well?”

Techno approached the small body. This child was shaking and wet due to the snow. The clothes soaked. How the hell did that child just survive the travel to the Overworld like that? It was more likely that Piglin’s die during that process and end up as just a husk. A zombie if you will.

Not a lot of Piglin are strong enough to survive this magic. Techno should know he almost died when he traveled over and only survived because he had Philza on his side who helped him through it.

Impressive and yet he didn’t particular care.

“Parents? Orphan? Are they an orphan? Oh! Blood for the Blood God? No! Look at them! They are already dying! They must be something special surviving the portal like that! Are they though? Aren’t they dying? More because of the cold than anything! What about their parents?”

Grumbling Techno stepped into the portal himself, ending up in the warm nether. Hoping to still the curiosity of the voices a tiny bit with this. A sense of nostalgia spreading throughout his body and senses as he looked around the red landscape.

The child’s parents have to be around somewhere. Rule number one in the nether for Piglins was to stay together no matter what. It was dangerous in the Nether and the relationship between blood kin was precious. They must be already around here. Picking up on the child’s scent to find them.

And yet. Nothing.

No Piglin, no anyone.

He wandered a bit in, but he didn’t even spot any close group of Piglin’s running around. Weird. Was that child really alone?

“Check on them! Techno! Check on the child! See if they are still there!” the voices yelled out, infuriating the warrior a bit.

“Alright, alright!” he gave in and once again stepped into the portal. The cold hitting him but at this point he was used to this and managed to reacclimatize himself pretty fast. Not immediately and it still took a few minutes, but he didn’t almost pass out every time.

No surprise there. The child was still laying in the snow.

Once again, the voices flared up in his mind. A few demanding blood while others still expressed their curiosity towards this orphan.

Too busy with his own plans and things to do Technoblade took out his sword aptly called “The Orphan Obliterator”. He just wanted to deal with this situation as fast as he could, so he could move on.

Moving the sword up in the air only for the voices in his head to suddenly erupt loudly.

“No! Stop! Do not! Don’t kill! No! Techno! Please!”

This was very much not like their usual behavior. Usually, they would welcome any chance for bloodshed. Calling for it even in situation where it was just inconvenient and unnecessary but now, they don’t want it? Okay, maybe he should listen in to the voices after all.

“What is going on, Chat?” he asked.

And the voices, even if loudly and talking over each other, answered “Save them! Take them with you! They are special! Protect them! They are your kin if you give them the chance! We are sure! A young child able to survive this? Sounds similar to you Techno! Take them with you! Save them! Please! They deserve the chance!”

The problem with Chat was, they sometimes knew more about the world than Techno and it has paid out listening to them, but they also liked to just follow their whim for fun. Though this seemed to be the former. They realized that the child was special and worth saving, even if only in their ,sometimes omnipotent, eyes.

Sighing Technoblade sheathed his netherite sword and pulled off his red cape.

Realizing what Techno was doing, Chat begun cheering. The voices that had demanded blood before now fully drowned out.

Technoblade knelt down and carefully heaved the piglin onto the cape, wrapping it around them. Their body was unsurprisingly incredibly cold. So cold that Techno worried they didn’t have a lot of time left. Well, worry was a strong word perhaps.

Holding the kid close to his chest he got a good look at their face. Their expression scrunched up in what he assumed to be pain. A few light scars on their face. It wasn’t unusual that Piglins sported a few scars but not that young. The parents were usually too protective over their young.

“Must be a real troublemaker, I bet.” He noted.

Scars already at that age and them running through a portal just like that? Yeah, that child must cross the line between brave and stupid a lot. Not that he could fault them. He wasn’t that much different as a child himself, though he would never admit it out loud.

“They are kinda cute! It’s a child. Children do that. What do we do with them? Save them first. Talk to them. Figure out if they have potential! Kin? Kin! We need to talk to Philza. Dadza! Grandza! Oh! Yes! Grandza!”

Techno shook his head, as if that would make the voices shut up “Chat, please. Don’t assume anything. I might just help them out and find a clan for them to get back to. We don’t have the time for a child to be around. Too busy with the Syndicate.”

While Chat wasn’t happy with it, they seemed to be glad enough that Techno was acting against his instincts to help this orphan out. If the others hear that the Technoblade has helped out an orphan, well, he hoped people won’t. Doesn’t want to be seen as a hypocrite and as someone who keeps his words, and threats.

With the kid in his arms, he made his way back towards his cabin. Apparently, the Blaze Rods had to wait after all.

As he walked up the stairs towards his cabin and walked in, he suddenly got very aware he had no idea what to do. Looking around his eyes fell on his fireplace but that somehow seemed dangerous. Probably bad idea to just lay down an unconscious child right next to the fire, right?

Instead, he remembered that he had a spare bed roll sitting around somewhere.

With the cape still wrapped around the little one he pulled out the bed roll and laid them inside the rolled-out bed. While tucking them in he made sure to let a bit breathing room in. Letting their body slowly warm up instead of instantly.

“Food. Food, Techno. Eat. The child as well!”

Ah, yes. What would he do without the voices reminding him to eat?

Normally he would just pop a potato in the furnace but not this time. If he is already cooking, he might as well cook for the both of them. Soup seemed appropriate. Now, if he only remembers the recipe and instructions Philza gave him way back.

Still a tiny bit annoyed he has to put off getting the Blaze Rods, Techno sat down and begun cutting up vegetables and heating up water. Putting the ingredients into the water and putting spice in after tasting it here and there. It definitely wouldn’t be a masterpiece but as long as it not tasted absolutely horrible and still warmed one up from the inside, this should be fine.

The child better not complain after he already went out of his way saving them from the cold. He really should have just killed them so he wouldn’t need to get through this trouble and could actually get work done but Chat really was acting weird.

The cooking process took longer than he expected. Long enough that his own pig ears suddenly heard some noises, groans, coming from behind him. Looking back, he saw how the small Piglin was moving around in the bed. Slowly sitting up. Their eyes still closed.

“You are awake.” He stated in Piglish. Knowing, that they probably couldn’t speak the common tongue of the Overworld.

They opened their eyes but were still squinting. Either in pain or not used to the light yet.

“Where am I? Who are you?” grunts coming out of their mouth that made up Piglish words.

For a second Techno had to hide his smile as he realized that it has been a long while that he spoke with anybody his native tongue.

“You are in the Overworld. In my home to be specific. You are lucky I found you or you would have frozen to death in the snow. Name’s Technoblade by the way.”

It seemed to be difficult for them to wrap their mind around this new information “Overworld? Technoblade?” they repeated as if this would give them more insight.

Not knowing what else to tell them, Techno turned around and begun pouring the soup into a bowl. Walking over to them to give it to them.

A bit wary the child pulled their arms out of the cape that was still wrapped around them. The white fluff tickling the back of their head. It seemed to be an old cape. The fluffy part not being as fluffy as you would have assumed anymore. The fur dirty and strands glued together. Things that just happened over time even if you washed it quite often.

“My, uh, my name is Y/N.” they spoke, grabbing the bowl and looking inside it.

“I’m not poisoning you, you can eat it. Warms you up and once you feel good enough you can get back into the Nether.” He then proceeded to pour himself a bowl and begun sipping it.

It was edible. That was something.

Y/N kept watch as Techno continued to slowly drink the soup out of his own bowl. Drinking some of the food as well, their eyes widened out of pleasant surprise when the soup seemed to warm them up from the inside. Craving more of this warmth they begun gulping the liquid down in seconds.

This place was certainly warmer then when they got out of the portal but it was still cold enough for them to shiver. Where in the world were they? Never have they seen any of these materials around them. Grey cold stone, dark brown wood, white walls decorated with colorful pictures? It seemed almost unreal to them.

“How are you feeling squirt? Good enough to go home yet?” There was a bit of hope in Techno’s voice. The sooner this passed the better in his book.

“Home.” Y/N once again repeated what Techno said only to hold the bowl up towards him. A shy but determined expression on their face.

It took Techno a second before he understood what they wanted “More? More soup?”

The child enthusiastically nodded.

Sighing Techno got up from the chest he was sitting on to refill Y/N’s bowl and as he pushed the warm bowl back into their hand Y/N opened their mouth again “Uh, Overworld? I am in the Overworld? What- What is that?”

“A different world to where you come from. It has hot places and cold places. Different things and different mobs as well. Very different but both places are connected. You came through one of the portals that lead to this place, it also leads back to the Nether. Now, tell me something. I haven’t seen your parents. I was looking for anyone but there was no one. Not even a random group walking around.”

Y/N first slurped more from the soup before they answered “My parents are gone. I live with my clan. I always run off and they get mad at me.”

Techno knelt down to Y/N and softly pressed his hand against their forehead which made Y/N freeze. Scared and confused with what he was doing.

He let out a deep breath, wincing as a few voices begun yelling inside his mind “Ah. Seems like you have a fever. Guess I could help you through it and in the meanwhile try to find your clan. Might as well show you a bit of the Overworld while we are at it. Not a lot of Piglin get the chance to see the Overworld after all. You certainly are a special case.”

Then he turned around and talked to the air “Happy now Chat?” Turning back around to face Y/N again “Are you okay with that, Y/N?”

It was still difficult for them to grasp the whole of the situation but to get the chance to explore this Overworld? With this Technoblade Piglin? Their curiosity was certainly piqued. Maybe they were still too tired, and their head was pounding but there was this little voice in their head that urged them on.

That told them “Go for it. You will learn a lot! He might be your true kin.”

So, they nodded silently agreeing in Piglish “Yes. I think I am okay with it.”