#and any of you who may take interest in this

[cursedyuri]

The idea of dom Vi waking up sub reader with head has a gd vice grip on my soul. Would love to see your take <3

vi just wants you so bad, she can’t always wait for you to wake up!! 18+ below. cw: somno, cnc

In the inky-blue dark of your bedroom at dawn, Vi lies awake beside you, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. She’d been up for a while, maybe an hour, after she’d woken from a dream - one where your soft, sweet moans had made her delirious, the wet folds of your cunt opening smoothly around her soaked fingers as you whined and pleaded for more.

When she’d woken up, her boxer briefs were uncomfortably wet between her legs.

Now, as you sleep peacefully and blissfully unaware beside her, she’s recalling a conversation the two of you had once over dinner. You were a few months into your relationship, giddy and eager to uncover every last layer of one-another. Vi had gone down a list of some things you may or may not be interested in during sex, and with the little thrill of possibility, you’d agreed to almost everything.

“Actually,” you’d told her as you swirled your straw around in your cup, taking a quick sip of soda and fighting back a smile, “there’s something I’d really like to try.”

Vi’s eyebrows quirked at that, her interest evidently piqued. She leaned back in her chair, looking across the table at you expectantly. Her posture, so relaxed and casual, didn’t give away how badly she wanted to coax every last one of your sexual fantasies out of your willing lips.

Here, now, in your shared bedroom, she remembers the way you’d carefully explained what you wanted. How you’d anxiously toyed with the straw in your drink, chewing on the inside of your cheek to ward off your nerves. And how Vi had told you she’d surprise you one of these days.

Today seems just as good as any other.

You don’t react much when Vi suddenly sits up, shuffling around over the mattress until she’s kneeling beside you and lowering the duvet off your lower half. Your legs are bare - you always sleep in underwear and one of Vi’s oversized, worn-out tees. And that’s never been more convenient than it is now, because all Vi has to do is hook her fingers around the waistband of your panties and slowly, slowly work them down your plush thighs. She sets your underwear to the side and drinks in the sight of you: the soft hair between your legs, the relaxed expression on your sleeping face, the swells of your breasts beneath your shirt.

With gentle hands, she spreads your legs for you, settling between them and again ogling at you - this time at your cunt, which glistens with arousal.

“Dirty girl,” Vi murmurs under her breath. “You need this, huh?”

Still knocked out, you sigh in your sleep, head turning over on the pillow. Vi smiles, then focuses again at the task at hand. With a broad tongue, she traces a line through your folds, unable to stifle the moan that leaves her lips when the taste of you afflicts her senses. She licks at you slow and steady, from your hole up to the bud of your clit, until she hears you sigh again, this time drawn-out and higher-pitched. Her icy blue eyes watch you from behind fluttering lids as she traces imaginary shapes into your pink, twitching cunt, your slick smearing onto the tip of her nose and the flat of her chin.

Vi’s the kind of girl who gets pleasure from giving - so it’s no surprise that she’s gushing wetter with every minute spent between your legs, her lips pursed around your clit and sucking. She moans, pants against your puffy cunt, angles her face in new ways to sink her tongue further into your pulsing hole. She’s so desperate for friction she slips a hand under her own weight, fingers dipping beneath her briefs until they reach her own cunt. She sighs in relief as her fingers circle her clit, pushing through her wetness to spread it over her warm folds - every twitch of her own fingers makes her moan against your pussy, tongue flicking against your clit.

It was only a matter of time until you woke up and discovered her like this. When you finally do, groggy and so aroused it’s overwhelming, you peer your bleary eyes down at Vi. Her eyes meet yours, and one corner of her lips quirks upward into a smirk - but she doesn’t stop.

“Oh god,” you moan suddenly, caught off-guard by how close you are. How long had she been fucking you like this? It’s a sinful thing to wonder, and the thought of her playing with you as you’d slept hurtles you even closer to the edge.

The wet sounds of Vi’s mouth against your pussy and her fingers pushing into her cunt make you dizzy - your hips lurch upward off the mattress as your orgasm begins, hands frantically searching for something, anything to hold onto. You settle with Vi’s hair, short fuchsia locks wrapped around your fingers as you come with a wrecked sob.

As you’re still panting, your head spinning, Vi sits up again, covered in you from nose to chin. She beams at you, blue eyes mischievous.

“Hope you don’t plan on going back to sleep,” she says, pulling her sports bra up and over her head and tossing it to the side. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[aangelinakii]

BATBOYS AS ROMANTIC MOVIE LEADS.

note : so basically the batboys and what romance movie / love interest character they would are !!!!

BRUCE WAYNE as...

CAPTAIN VON TRAPP ( the sound of music )

no i'm being so fr when i first watched this a few months ago i was so contemplating writing a fic or series of this exact scenario,, like reader is a nanny or something for bruce wayne's kids and they fall in love

take away nazi germany and it's LITERALLY a bruce wayne love story

him and his many kids

he would be slow to warm up at first, because at that time i imagine him to be very robert pattinson, very emo very lonely, very lego batman as in falsely independent

but then he realises he's in love with the person right in front of him, whom his kids adore, and he would do anything for them

DICK GRAYSON as...

JOHNNY MARTIN ( penelope )

if you haven't seen penelope this is your sign to go watch it because james mcavoy plays THEEE most dreamy man i have ever seen

he falls in love with who you are, not what you could be or what other people say you are,, he makes his own judgements and sticks to them, even everything you hate about yourself he sees the beauty in it all

literally ready to give up everything for That person

he may make a silly mistake like johnny did in the filmb, but you gotta realise dick grayson is not the man you want to let get away GO CHASE YOUR MAN GET HIM BACK

anf also the ending scene where johnny and penelope kiss HELLO he is literally putting his whole james mcavussy into that kiss and we all know dick grayson wouldn't half ass anything for the one he's most in love with ;(

JASON TODD as...

PATRICK VERONA ( 10 things i hate about you )

you can't tell me the whole bad boy and miscommunication thing wouldn't happen because it just WOULD

like say after everything's happened, jason too is a little bit emo and is this brooding "bad" kid who smokes in the corner of the library or something and hangs out at bars after school

he wants to make a little extra cash just to be extra rebel (he just doesn't want to ask bruce for money because he's going through a phase) and he doesn't reallllyyy care about the person he's being paid to take out

but then it hits and every time he looks at them angels start singing and they glow like they've been kissed by the gods

TIM DRAKE as...

JESSE WALLACE ( before sunrise )

okay forgive me if i get anything wrong here it's been a very long time since i last watched this movie but

tim has that cheekiness when he's in love that jesse has, maybe not exactly as cheesy (i can't watch the kissing scenes becquse they're so sloppy lol), but he falls and he falls hard

when he likes / loves someone they literally take up every fibre of his being and morph him into a lighter, happier person

he notices the little things, like the scene of wanting to tuck celine's hair behind her ear but being too shy because she already did it ???? that's SO tim because it's like he wants to be this suave macho guy, but he's just a little bit shy at the same time at initiating things

but he's in a european country getting all cultured and he's met this amazing person and he can't just let them get away

DAMIAN WAYNE as...

MR DARCEY ( pride & prejudice )

LOLLL yes i did it i could so totally see damian as like this awkward little thing but he shows he cares with the little things, like noting you prefer to walk so he asks to accompany you as opposed to taking public transport or driving ????

and also the hand thing

is so freaking damian

like he'd be a bit withdrawn, definitely awkward and he doesn't know how to act but he wants you BADDD sooo what daddy wants daddy gets

technically he is royalty right ?? i don't think mr darcey was royal but he definitely held a lot of prestige, so he'll be respected, have the manners he was taught to have growing up and struggle to talk to you any other way than to refer to you as if you were a blessing to walk this earth (but you're his blessing so it's okay)

[alfascorpiionux]

Astro notes ~ part 2

Venus in Aries women tend to be called not feminine enough and could be criticised for the way they move or speak. “Not feminine enough” is something they likely heard at least a few times.

Earth Ascendants tend to put too much pressure on themselves and value responsibility. They may come off as cold and unapproachable without meaning too. They dislike or look down on chaotic and unreliable people.

Sun in Pisces are some of the most trustworthy and kind people I’ve ever met. They are sensible, thoughtful and make great friends.

Sun in Aquarius could be both clingy and distant. It really depends on the person in question and their current emotional well-being. They are known to struggle with recognising or processing their own feelings. The higher manifestation of this placement might actually spend more time by themselves as they realise this is what they truly need or they might just become more independent in general. It’s a funny thing with Aquarius. It’s when they are most chill and just doing their own thing that they attract the most attention. If they try too hard to keep a relationship, they almost always lose it. It mostly could be related to a shaky self of self-identity.

Saturn in 3rd house could bring difficulties in communication. Either you stumble over your words, speak too much or too little or just feel like you cannot find common conversation topics with other people. You are responsible, sometimes to your detriment, as it could lead to a false sense of expectation of what other people should do or be like. You love deeply and have a few select people you pour all your love into and would do anything for. Could mean you are a little rigid and definitely don’t like sharing personal stuff.

Moon in Capricorn: when will you stop denying and over-rationalising your own feelings? Being vulnerable and expressing your feelings is not a weakness as society seems to want to teach us. It takes an enormous amount of courage and strength. It’s about being your authentic self with all of its gifts and imperfections. It will not make you exploitable or create unnecessary drama/conflict. But rather it will open your eyes to truths that may currently be hidden from you. In any relationship, especially personal, emotional compatibility is essential. If you keep being polite and inauthentic you’ll never feel truly fulfilled or find the people who are right for you.

Also, stop being so hard on yourself for every little detail. Allowing yourself to relax and take a break once in a while is important for your mental, emotional and physical well-being. It may also enable you to see different situations more clearly.

Mercury in Virgo: you are amazingly patient and definitely notice the “smaller print”. You might be good at making diagrams, charts, tables. You probably don’t make mistakes when doing calculations and might have a real affinity for the exact sciences. You know how to explain things in simple, concrete and very understandable terms. You know lots of things and are very willing to share them with others. Careful not to come off as a know-it-all and watch out for your nit-picking tendencies.

Neptune in 1st house: is actually a quite interesting placement. People probably tend to project on you a lot. They might have completely false ideas about you and believe them with conviction even when you consistently convince them otherwise. Be very attentive of those you surround yourself with! Sometimes the kindest acts hide the darkest pits of hell.

This placement gives a charming, sometimes ethereal appearance to the individual. There is a charming quality to the way you carry yourself, the manner in which you express your ideas. People could have hidden fantasies about you or idolise you.

Sagittarius Ascendant: talkative, sort of daring personality. If you don’t have many friends, the then you at least have a large circle of acquaintances. You like expressing your ideas, sometimes just to stir the waters. You’re up for fun and spontaneous activities. You like creative people. In social settings you tend to “fly” from one group of people to another as you enjoy exchanging news, ideas, impressions with other people. You may not understand why some earth ascendants like keeping silent. It’s not that they don’t want to talk to you or are angry with you, social situations probably stress them out and they don’t like having their routine interrupted. That’s something to take into consideration.

Also, try not arguing with people just for the sake of proving your point every time. Choose your battles wisely.

Gemini Ascendants: are the real masters of social situations. It’s not mentioned nearly enough just how good they can be at picking up on social cues. They might wisely not show it or even mention it later on, but you can be damn sure they didn’t miss a thing. Also, they are very flexible/adaptable communication wise. If you have a more subdued way of communication they’ll talk more softly and encouragingly. If you are loud and enthusiastic they will try appearing that way as well.

They pick up on the vibes of a room: main relationships between people, primary personality traits, attitudes, if someone has social anxiety etc. They probably also know about secret enemies and crushes but will pretend not to.

Look out for mind games and subtle shows of cunning from them. For example: if you are a heterosexual woman having a secret crush on a heterosexual man and he picks up on it, they might subtly do something to make you feel jealous. Or more blatantly. They could talk to almost every other woman in the classroom but ignore you. Or start talking very pleasantly with you girl friend while you are around etc.

I like associating this placement with the Scandinavian God, Loki, the trickster. They are definitely the type of people that test both the spirit and composure of others. Not always, but there is this tendency, without a doubt.

They might also subtly look down on those who are shy/find it hard to express themselves.

Moon in 8th house never truly gets over a crush. They don’t fall in love easily but once they do you’ll forever remain in their heart. If you leave never to meet them again then you’ll be one of the spirits in the “graveyard” of their souls, ever present and never to be completely forgotten. They are people who are authentic and love with incredible depth and intensity. Once you become their person, they would do anything to make you feel understood and loved. Could have difficulties letting go or accepting rejection.

[bitchface24-7]

What if Viktor was more than a Yandere, he was a pervert with the reader, and the reader was a very oblivious person. Note: Viktor and the reader are not in a relationship, and the reader only sees him as a friend.What could possibly happen? To our innocent and oblivious reader...

THE PERVERTED GENTLEMAN - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: you and Viktor have been friends for as long as you can remember. You used to have the biggest crush on him, but you realized he'd never like you back; always so focused on his work. So you let the feelings go, but a teeny tiny bit is still there. Viktor's a total gentleman, you wouldn't think so if you knew what was going on inside his head…

warnings: perverted!viktor, obsessive!viktor, yandere tendencies, stealing items, lack of personal space, oblivious!reader, Grammarly as my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. I know it was said R only sees V as a friend but c'mon… if I was his friend id have a massive crush on him, and I assume ppl who read this got a crush on him as well. So we had a crush on him in the past in this, and still hold a sweet spot for him

You and Viktor have been friends for as long as you can remember. You always stuck by one another, like you were glued at the hip. You two were together for every milestone.

Obviously Viktor was a cute kid, and he grew into a very pretty teen, into a handsome man. You had the biggest crush on him growing up, you'd write about him in your diary like a lovesick fool in those romance novels you'd read. Eventually, when you hit your mid-twenties, the crush faded. You still hold a tremendous soft spot for him, the crush lingering in the back of your mind, but you'll never act on it.

Viktor's a man of science, married to his work. If you can't have him romantically, you'll make damn sure you can keep him platonically.

If only you had the ability to look inside his mind. Read his thoughts and opinions. You can read him incredibly well, but his mind is a puzzle you're aching to solve.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Viktor has loved you since he understood the concept of love.

You're his person, you always have been. When other kids ignored or made fun of Viktor, you stood up and fought back. You kept him company, you were interested in his contraptions. You’re perfect.

Not to mention how wonderful you are as a person. How beautiful. A cute kid, a pretty teen, a stunning adult.

Viktor has always been possessive over you. His hands on your shoulder, your back, your waist, your hips. Sharing a bed to sleep, sharing clothes, gifting you items to wear. His favourite one is a necklace with a V charm on it. You never take it off, and it makes Viktor smirk every time he sees it on you.

He has swippy hands. Items he’s… borrowed and never plans to return. A shirt here, a half-full bottle of your favourite fragrance, hair ties, chapstick, his most cherished item is a pair of your underwear. It’s soft, black, and cozy. One day you came over after a rainstorm and Viktor insisted you shower, as to not get a cold. He put your clothes in the dryer and fibbed that… the undies got lost. So he gave you a pair of boxers to wear instead.

You didn’t question him, didn’t even think he may be a dirty little pervert that stole your undergarment. You just smiled and took the boxers without any hesitation.

Viktor’s wanted you for what seems like a millennia. You’re in his thoughts, his dreams, his fantasies. If he’s not working, he’s thinking of you. It infuriates him.

Everything comes to a head when Viktor comes over to you house one day, and snoops in your room, finding your old diary.

Pages upon pages of unconditional love and lust is poured out into the book. Viktor feels his heart racing as he reads more and more of your love and untameable lust regarding him.

He doesn’t stop reading when he hears you enter the room and gasp. He doesn’t stop reading when you start to plead with him to give the diary back.

He just casually closes the book when he’s done and looks at you with a smirk.

He sees you gulp as you look down, unable to look him in the eye.

He feels like a spider who finally got their prey into their web.

Viktor’s gonna fulfill his fantasies, and he’s gonna make sure it ruins you for anyone else.

You are his after all.

🙏🙏🙏

He’d be one of the only men I’d be okay with perving on me. If he asks nicely, I’ll even pose for him ❤️

[libraford]

Alright, I said I was going to talk in more detail about the city council meeting to sort of like... demystify the process for people that are nervous about getting involved on the local level.

Just for disclosure- my city is somewhat unique in that the city council has a touch more power than the mayor in terms of decision making and this experience may not be the same across the board.

Secondly- I am kind of in the dark about a lot of the legal stuff.

Okay.

So both our city council and board of ed meetings will meet three times on an issue before making any official decision. Citizens can propose things, but I'm not sure what the official process for that is. I'll have to look into that further.

This past meeting was the final vote meeting for a conversion therapy ban. I heard about it through a couple activism groups on facebook. The measure had been proposed before but then struck down with a previous city council.

If you cannot or do not want to attend a meeting for any reason, you can likely message one of the members of the group organizing around the issue and ask them to speak on your behalf. You can then send that person a written version of what you'd like to say.

If you want to attend, you do not have to speak. Attendance is noted. You do not have to interact with anyone.

IF YOU PLAN ON SPEAKING:

There is a section of every meeting set aside for public comments. Anyone can speak. It does not have to be about a pertinent issue. Last time, a guy got up and talked about AI and automation taking jobs when there was nothing proposed about it.

The rules for speaking will be stated at the beginning of the public comments section. Sometimes there is a sign up sheet to speak, sometimes you can just jump in line.

If you want to speak but you're not a great speaker, I PROMISE YOU that you're not the weirdest person to stand at the podium. You are not the shyest, you do not have the worst stutter. This is not a school presentation where you'll be graded on your performance. You are allowed to read from a prepared statement. You can keep it short, and that is actually preferred because ours has a 3 minute time limit.

If you want to be visible and you want to speak, but do not know what to say, there is absolutely NO SHAME in getting up there and saying "I would like to echo support for (bill)." And in fact, that is a good way to start any speech because it makes it clear what your intentions are.

If you DO speak, they will ask that you state your name and your address (its okay if you just state your suburb instead of full address.) There is a roster to put your name and address. They will not harass you, but it has to go on public record if you spoke at a meeting.

Once the public comments section is over, you cannot speak up any longer during the meeting. The council takes the floor. You may sit back down in the audience or you may leave at any time.

If one of the issues discussed is actionable (an amendment, a bill) the council will discuss it openly and vote on it. They will vote on it for every meeting as a way to gauge support. If its the first meeting on an issue and the vote looks grim, the decision isn't final. The council discussion last night focused on things like potential flaws in the amendment, potential abuses of the rules, anonymity, practical things. Our city council meetings are also attended by a law professional, the city manager, the clerk, and other professionals who are capable of answering the more complicated questions.

Final vote meetings can get a bit heated. Last night there were attendees that were booing council members and speakers that were against the amendment. I personally found that a bit rude, but it seemed that this was something that... happens? People get passionate.

After final votes, the meeting continues. Again, you can leave at any time. I stayed because they were talking about things that are related to my job and kinda interesting.

There's a wrap-up where they may discuss decisions made and other social topics. And then the meeting is adjourned and if you haven't left already you can go.

The people who are advocating for positive change WANT you to be involved in the process, at any level. This is the entry level of involvement that ANYONE can do. My hillbilly ass got up there with all my ain'ts and y'alls and they had to listen because I'm part of their public body.

So anyway, that's what its like to talk at city hall. Its scary, but its not so bad if you write it out first, and I think the more people that get involved on this level the more power we can have.

[alwaysless]

posh gang as chess pieces lets discuss

We all know that Annabel treats other characters like chess pieces. Annabel herself is the queen, and Lenore, from her point of view, is the king who must be protected at all costs. I admit, however, that Annabel may be wrong about this, because unlike the chess king, Lenore is quite an active participant of the game. Interestingly, in this frame, the king is white (Annabel's color) and the queen is black (Lenore's color). Perhaps this is a reflection of how their roles changed after death, or perhaps it means that Annabel initially misinterpreted their positions with Lenore.

As for the others, in the comic Annabel clearly says that Prospero is a bishop and Monty is a rook. I would assume that Duke is a rook as well, solely because it makes Annabel's attempt to save Lenore by immuring him in the wall a castling.

What about the other characters? I won't consider the misfits but I want to talk about Ada and Will, as the last members of Annabel's group.

Will is obviously a pawn. Most people don't take pawns seriously, and they're not even always considered pieces in the game. Will is at the bottom of the characters hierarchy, he is nothing more than a tool to achieve other people's goals, even misfits treat him very leniently, absolving him of responsibility for his actions. And I mean it in a bad way, as if they see him as an extension of Monty's willpower, and not as an independent person. I love Will, but seriously, what reason did they have to stop Monty in that one scene?

However, many underestimate pawns. They have a lot of advantages: they are numerous, and this reflects Will's ability to clone himself. What's even more obvious is that when pawns reach the end of the board, they can transform into any other piece, just like Will can transform into other people. This is one of the many things that make me think of Will as a dark horse among the cast: after all, every pawn can become a queen. A pawn can replace any piece on the board except the king, but no piece can replace a pawn.

In addition, pawns usually open the game. Either pawns or, a little less often, knights.

And now we're moving on to Ada. In fact, at first I've chosen a knight for her by elimination, because all the other pieces are already occupied. But let's be honest: it suits her. In the first season, Ada has long been one of two characters (along with Morella) who "torn" between the two groups, so she is the most unpredictable among the entire cast. You never know what to expect from her. Similarly, the knight's movements cannot always be predicted, because unlike other pieces, knight "jumps" through the diagonals, stepping over chessmen just as Ada is ready to go over students heads. In addition, Monty calls Ada his "ace in the hole," that is, his unobvious advantages. This also corresponds to the style of playing knights, whose moves are often simply not read by the opponent in advance.

An interesting feature of the knights is that when attacking it, the attacking piece remains safe, because the knight needs space to move, it is useless up close. When Ada is attacked by other characters (and this happens all the time), she cannot defend herself. The only exception is her first manifesting against Prospero, but even in that scene she is technically unable to protect herself. She just snaps at him and uses violence, which in the long run does not change his attitude towards her. No one begins to take her feelings seriously, she remains alone and becomes an easy target for Monty. He gets as close to her as possible, and she becomes defenseless.

However, when she finally does have the strength to attack? She is unstoppable, deadly, she will sweep away everything in her path. You can attack the knight without the risk that he will respond, sure thing. But if the knight attacks you? Good luck.

As someone once told me on this website: let Ada become her own knight. The girl deserves it.

[crazycat010]

I found you

Gojo Satoru x reader (soulmates AU)

IN WHICH: Gojo finally finds his soulmate, after being given a very unlucky way of connecting to them.

fluff, angst, y/n is insecure about her looks and powers, her colleagues are worried sick about her. Almost-dying thoughts. Talks about death (fight and curses being killed), blood and scars. Fight between y/n and her friend.

Reader is written about as a female and there are references to her clothing. Happy ending.

word count=6.103 words

“Ahh” Gojo hissed, grabbing his face in pain, when was it going to end?

Another blow, this time at his abdomen, that made him double over in pain.

“Gojo-sensei! Are you okay?” Yuji gasped, checking to see if he was okay.

“Yeah, don’t worry! M’fine.” The teacher laughed it off, used to the feeling.

“You sure got an unlucky way of connecting with your soulmate.” Maki added.

He shrugged his shoulders. He was one of the strongest, if not the strongest sorcerers alive, he came from a rich family, had many friends at Jujutsu High and a never ending list of women of all kinds who would do everything to even go on a date with him! All in all, he considered himself lucky, yeah, maybe his parents hadn’t been the best, being married for convenience and not love, but his mother loved him and his sister was very dear to him.

Nonetheless, everyone who learned his way of connecting with his soulmate cringed sorrowfully, pitying him: he felt most, if not all, the pain his soulmate felt. Though it was probably the same for his other half, it really made his life more difficult. It was like they were constantly getting beaten up for some reason, while he tried in every way possible to not hurt himself as to not pain them more.

With his students, he was headed to the entry of Tokyo Jujutsu High School’s complex, where he would meet with the students and teachers from the Kyoto College.

He’d heard a new teacher had recently arrived, but he didn’t care about it much. He had resigned from trying to reach his soulmate a long time ago, after many years spent searching.

He had gotten quite tired, and decided it would be better to let fate do his own thing. Was he gonna meet his soulmate soon? Had he already met her? Was he ever going to meet her?

Those question remained unanswered, and the ‘soulmate’ case closed.

After a long walk, they’d finally reached the meeting point. He had never realized the grounds were so big…

They were met with the usual group: the two teachers Gakuganji and Utahime and the students Mai Zenin, Kasumi Mia, Noritoshi Kamo, Aoi Todo and Mono Nishimiya.

Gojo looked around, expecting to see another teacher, but was found with nobody else.

Not having to hear the question, Utahime had already answered: “The new teacher had… some jobs to finish. She should arrive this evening.”

“Oh, okay! Well, let’s head to the school grounds so we can have a proper catch up!” Gojo said happily, masking yet another strong blow, this time aimed to the back of his neck.

The trek in the Foothills of Mount Mushiro was unusually quiet.

Seeing Gojo’s confused expression, Utahime said: “The kids have grown quite attached to our new teacher. They’ll get back to normal once she’s back.” She told him calmly, almost as she was reassuring herself.

“So, what’s up with this new teacher?” Satoru couldn’t help but ask, interested in this new mysterious figure.

“I promised not to do any spoilers, but I’ll tell you this: she’s very patient and kind, even more than me. The only problem is, taking care of everybody else, she often forgets to look after herself, getting injured because of her Cursed Technique. That pretty much sums up her entire personality, so I think you two will get along nicely.”

“Oh so they’re a she?” Gojo implied, smirking.

Utahime rolled her eyes, chuckling.

“Anyways, it’s good to know we’ve got someone else on our side. I bet you care a lot about her.” He replied.

“We all do…”

The dinner was filled with the usual laughter and chaotic environment, created by the Kyoto Sister-School Goodwill Event. Yet Gojo could sense something was off: while most of the students were able to fake it and enjoy their time, Utahime, Mai and Todo looked nervous and uptight, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, Mei Mei said, taken back: “She’s here.”

Mai and Todo sprinted towards the door, Utahime and the rest of he students following closely.

Even the old Yoshinobu had gotten up and was slowly heading towards the entrance door.

“Hellooo…Ahh!” Said an unfamiliar voice, before hearing a loud thump of bodies falling over.

“I swear if you ever scare us like that again, we will kill you. And that’s final.” Mai said to the unknown figure in a stern voice, opposed to her comforted look.

“Todo?” Asked the girl, searching for help.

“I’m on her side on this one.” Answered the black-haired boy.

“C’mon, not even you Utahime?” She asked again. Utahime raised her hands up, showing she was also on the green haired girl’s side.

“We’re glad you’re back, Y/n-sensei.” Said Kamo, offering a hand to get her up to her feet, while Yoshinobu simply nodded.

“We sure are!” Said Mika and Nishimiya, reaching for their teacher in a fond group hug.

‘So that’s the mysterious teacher…Y/n. That’s an unusual name, but I like it’ Gojo thought, heading to the new sensei to properly greet her.

“So you must be the new teacher everyone’s talking about!” Said Gojo.

“Y/n Y/Ln, it’s nice to meet you.” She replied.

“Gojo Satoru, and the pleasure is all mine.” Said the smug teacher, going for a simple handshake since he’d noticed her hands were entirely covered by black leather gloves.

‘The new teacher looked, weird. Not in a bad way though. She had silver straight hair, cut short just below her chin, with a huge side bang covering the left side of her face. Her eyes resembled her personality, a sparkly silver adorned by big lashes and complimented by a pair of thin brows of roughly the same color. She wasn’t short, but she was just around Utahime’s height, so the difference between her and Satori made her lift her chin upwards in a cute way, in order to face him directly. Her clothes were torn apart, leaving her in a black leather suit that covered her entire body, a neck warmer on her neck and chin and a belt with small weapons, matching gloves and combat steel-toe boots. She was full of cuts and what looked like blood and dirt and prominent a eye bag could be seen on her right side of the face.’ Gojo eyed her cautiously.

“Well, I’m sure you must be famished by now, so why don’t we go back to the dinner table and get a new seat for miss Y/Ln here.” Shoko interrupted the oncoming silence.

“Don’t worry. I was able to grab something to eat along the way. Nonetheless I’m very tired, so, if you don’t mind, I’ll head to my dorm to wash off the dirt and get some rest.” Y/n kindly turned down her offer.

“I’ll show you the dorms.” Utahime intervened, grabbing her by her arm with force.

“Don’t worry, I saw where they were com…” The silver haired girl tried to stop Utahime, but was met with an icy glare even Gojo had rarely seen on his ex-classmate’s features.

“I said I’m showing you the dorms. C’mon let’s go.” She ordered Y/n, who couldn’t do anything but comply, getting pitiful looks from her students.

The evening continued nonetheless, no sign of Utahime’s return.

‘That just means we’ll get to meet the new kid tomorrow’, Gojo shrugged it off.

The next day, Y/n was finally able to join the others for breakfast, having been patched up the night before by a very angry Utahime.

She knew what she had done the other day was risky, telling everybody to go so she could single-handedly defeat the three first grade curses, but she wasn’t gonna risk anyone else getting injured, that’s just who she was like.

She knew Utahime would’ve gotten furious and mad at her for making her worry and scolding her, but, in reality, she was happy knowing there were people who really cared about her well-being.

That morning she ate almost twice her daily portions: she had lied the day before, in fact, she hadn’t eaten anything since the past breakfast, but she didn’t want to intrude in the meal or, especially, she didn’t want to have to take off her gloves or any other part of her suit to eat.

Underneath all that fabric, her body was constantly full of bruises and cuts, which concentrated on her arms and the cause was her Cursed Technique.

YOUR (Y/N’S) POV

“Soo, Y/Ln. How are you feeling? You looked pretty rough last day.” Gojo tried to initiate a conversation with you, after you’d finished eating and were casually strolling around the campus to show you were all the main facilities were located.

“I’m fine, thanks. And please, call me Y/n.” You responded, smiling.

“That goes for me too. Anyways, I’m glad you’re doing good, you should’ve seen your students and co-teachers yesterday, they were worried sick.” He replied.

“I’m sure they were.”

“Well, you got me curious. What happened?” He asked, trying to not invade your privacy but at the same time get to know you more.

“Let’s just say, on our way here, we got caught up with some curses. They weren’t that strong, but I decided to finish the job myself while the others came here.” You answered.

“What grade were they? What do you mean by some?” He questioned you.

“They were…three first grades.” You said, a bit embarrassed for some reason.

“What? I mean, wow! You managed to take them all out on your own! I don’t mean to come as judgy or stuff, but when they’d told me a new teacher had arrived at Kyoto High, I didn’t really expect someone that strong.” He said, shocked.

“Thanks, I guess…? I kinda get that a lot!” You replied, chuckling to yourself and shoving your hands in your pockets.

You wore a simple navy blue hoodie and black tight jeans with a pair of white and blue sneakers with silver gloves covering your hands.

You had always been very insecure about your scars, being basically covered in scratches and those squiggly white lines. When you didn’t wear gloves or you exposed your scars in any way, you always got weird or pitiful stares from those around you, so, a couple of years ago, you’d decided it would be in your best interest to hide them.

You started absentmindedly fidgeting with your necklace, until Gojo interrupted you in your actions: “What’s up with the gloves? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You were used to people asking that type of questions, so you replied how you usually did: “My hands get cold.”

He stared at you, unamused. Many people figured that was a lie, but they usually dropped the topic at your response. Instead, he questioned you further: “Are you sure?”

You rolled your eyes, not knowing if you were more irritated or amused by his investigative nature. All your friends knew about it, and he looked like a pretty chill guy, so, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him.

“Okay, fine. It’s because of my Cursed Technique. It’s called Glass Veil.”

He seemed intrigued by it, asking you: “I’ve never heard of it before. How does it work?” 

You decided to explain it further: “it’s exactly what it sounds like. I create barriers made of transparent, glass-like cursed energy. They can reflect attacks, bend light to make me invisible, or distort space to create mirages. Sounds great, right? Yeah, well, here’s the catch. My defenses aren’t invincible—if an attack is too strong, the barriers shatter, and I feel every bit of that damage. Cuts, energy recoil, you name it. And if I try to reflect something too powerful? My own body starts breaking down from the strain. Oh, and those mirages? They don’t just mess with my enemies—they mess with me too. Use too many, and suddenly, I can’t tell what’s real anymore. If I push myself too hard, my entire technique collapses like shattered glass—leaving me completely defenseless. So yeah… it’s powerful, but if I’m not careful? It’ll kill me before my opponent even gets the chance.”

He looked at you, amazed. “Woah. I didn’t know techniques like that existed. I’m sorry for you though, it must hurt when you fight.”

“Yeah, well, you get used to it.”

“You know you shouldn’t. You should ask for help if fighting off curses becomes a threat to your safety.” He scolded you.

“Thanks…I-I mean, I don’t know what to say. I really appreciate it, Satoru.” Yes, you had many friends that worried about you, but this felt different. You were happy to know you’d made a new friend. After knowing how your technique worked, most tried to change the argument or make it about themselves, making you wonder if you’d said something wrong.

“But hey, enough about me. What do you have to tell me?” You asked.

“Well, I think you know pretty well how my Cursed Techniques work.” Gojo replied.

“Yeah, but, I’d like to hear more about how you manage to use them.” You inquired further.

“Okay, so, basically…” He had looked surprised at first, but in the end, started telling you everything. He talked to you about the basics of his techniques, then began to trail off about how he’d learned them and how he used them in fights. You’d talked so much it had already become lunch time, when, somehow, the topic became the thing you feared the most: soulmates.

You’d heard of all types of ways someone is connected to his soulmate and finds him, there were the most romantic ones, like where the other’s first sentence to you is written on your forearm; the more unique ones, where one would switch bodies with the other on a certain date; or the more creative ones where flowers sprouted in the point the other would first touch you or bump into you. You’d read so many books about it, wondering if you’d ever be able to find your soulmate.

You’d tried anything, yet you never found any red strings, or markings on your skin.

The main difficulty was, you didn’t have any signs of knowing if your soulmate was alive or not. I mean, you sometimes felt intense pain in parts of your body, but you were convinced it was simply because of your Cursed Technique and how you often over-worked yourself, which looked like a pretty good explanation for those around you.

“Do you have a soulmate?” Gojo asked, coming to a stop.

You were in front of a beautiful lake with the sun and a soft breeze helping you relax.

“Not that I know of. They might as well be dead or have never existed. I never got any signs actually.” You said, voice lowering.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Satoru said, staring at his shoes sadly.

“What about you? I’m sure you got a beautiful lady or dude waiting for you at home.” You shrugged off the heavy burden that had weighed on your shoulders since forever.

“Pft. I wish!” He replied.

“Wait really? Did you get any signs?” You asked, surprised.

“Yeah. I can feel part of their pain, at least the physical one.” He said, chuckling.

“Oof, that must be painful!” You said.

“Yes, it is. I just wish I could find her, or him for that matter. I’ve been searching for years.” He confessed you.

You went to give him a pat on the back, telling him encouragingly: “I’m sure you’ll find them, sooner or later. I may have not known you for much, but you seem like a pretty good guy, and after all you’ve done as a Sorcerer, you deserve to have a happy ending more than anyone.

He looked taken back at your words and hugged you tightly, crying a bit in your sweater.

You caressed his broad shoulders, giving him small reassuring pats, and telling him not to worry, your heart subtly breaking at his broken state.

Breaking the hug, he wiped his eyes and sniffed, feeling like a weight had been lifted from him with his confessions.

Grabbing a tissue from your pockets, you wiped his beautiful eyes, getting lost in them for a second.

You then offered it to him to blow his nose, and he took it gratefully, thanking you.

“Blimey, it’s already 1:15 p.m.! We’re late for lunch!” You said panicked, looking at his watch.

Laughing, he took his hand in yours with a nonchalant: “Don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

In the blink of an eye, you’d been teleported right outside the dining hall, where he kindly opened the door for you and held it in a very gentlemanly way.

Thanking him, you quickly reached your seat at the table, in between Mai and Utahime, who both wore the same scolding look as ever, to which you replied with a tight lipped smile.

That afternoon, the students’ training was planned, in order to make the last preparations before the competition days.

You sat on a bench near the practice grounds with Gojo, asking him about his students and their cursed techniques.

The day ended quickly, and you soon sent all your students off to bed, in order to regain all their strength back with a good night’s sleep and be in perfect shape for tomorrow’s team competition.

The next day, tension filled the air heavily and all the students were silent, reorganizing their mind and thinking about the strategies they had  practiced yesterday.

You didn’t know what the Tokyo students had in mind, but with your students you had elaborated an intricate and intelligent plan that used everyone’s abilities: Mono would be the jolly, controlling from above on her flying broomstick the situation and occasionally helping on the grounds, Miwa would work in pair with Mekamaru, focusing on the trio formed by Panda, Yuta and Inumaki; Todo had taken upon himself the responsibility of Yuji Itadori; Kamo would concentrate on Megumi and Mai on Nobara and Maki.

You’d explicitly told them not to engage combat unless needed, focusing on the task at hand, which consisted of killing 14 curses scattered across the forests of Mount Mushiro.

You teachers were to gather in the main classroom, where you would know what your students were doing thanks to Mei Mei’s crows.

To say you were anxious was an understatement, but Utahime told you to calm down and that everything was under control in case something went wrong.

The teams had until midday to defeat the curses, and then the team with the most points would’ve won.

Everything was going smoothly, the teams having killed 6 curses each and not fighting against each other too much.

That was, until Mei Mei lost contact with her crows. It was obvious someone, or something, had killed them.

You immediately panicked, scared your students could get hurt by what had finished Mei’s crows. The other teachers were on alert as well, instantly dividing their jobs between who would rescue the kids and who was going to fight off the curse.

Mei Mei had been able to get back one crow, which helped you all realize the problem at hand: there were around 5 special grade curses and many lower-grade curses.

You had planned for Gojo, Yaga, Yoshinobu and Mei to fight off the curses while Utahime, Nanami and Shoko were going to help the students.

They were going to divide themselves into groups for the different areas of the High School: Gojo and Mei would take the eastern side of Mount Mushiro, Yaga and Yoshinobu the Western. There was only the section surrounding the dormitories left, but before you could offer yourself for the job, Utahime grabbed you by the wrist: “You’re not going anywhere.”

“What?” You scoffed.

“You’re not joining the fight, you’re already injured.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” You replied cockily.

“You don’t get to choose after all your reckless decisions.” She shouted back, the room going silent.

“They’re my students too, so if you think I’m just gonna sit here while they risk their lives out there, then you’re wrong.”

“Why do you have to be so difficult?”

“Hey Utahime, calm down. We know you’re right but we have other things to discuss right now.” Gojo tried to make the girl relax.

“No you shut up! Y/n don’t you dare step out of that room! Do you understand me?” She said.

“I already told you I’m going and there’s no stopping me!” You replied, moments away from becoming the angriest you had ever been.

Impatient, she lashed out at your insolence:“YOU’RE GOING TO DIE!”

“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT?” You yelled back, the words slipping out of your mouth before you were able to register it.

Everybody’s heads turned to you, making you feel uncomfortable, so you decided to just go outside and do your job: “I’m going to fight the curses located near the dormitory, if someone else has got anything to say, tell it to the wall, at least it may listen.”

You shut the door loudly behind you, not caring about their shocked expressions or Utahime’s blank stare: you were utterly furious, who was she to tell you what to do? You were a grown-up sorcerer, you knew the risks of your job. She had no reason to lash out at you that way, she may have been worried, but it’s still your students we’re talking about; besides, your bruises had already completely healed and you were well-rested.

Thinking back to it, though, you felt sorry to have screamed at her, she hadn’t deserved it: she was only worried about you, but it sometimes got too much; you would apologize later.

You started running to the site in the uncomfortable sweater. You certainly hadn’t expected an attack that day, so the outfit wasn’t the most appropriate: you wore a baggy pink hoodie with a plain black sports Bra underneath and a matching pair of black leggings with your usual boots and gloves.

Along the way, you met a few small curses, bringing them down one by one without even having to use your powers, slicing them in parts with the small knives hid in the boots.

Reaching the dormitories, everything seemed oddly quiet and ordinary around you, until you sensed a tremor in the ground.

What was happening? You looked around as the ground rumbled and shook, a huge crack filled with water opening a few feet away from you. Out of the blue (literally), emerged a towering, humanoid figure with a body made of black, swirling water, deep-sea corals, and glowing abyssal fish embedded in its skin, its face masked by an eerie, translucent jellyfish-like veil.

You rapidly formed a glass shield around you to protect you from the high-speed water whips that came from the creature’s limbs.

You didn��t recount ever facing a curse like this before, but you figured it was nature-based.

In the bat of an eye, the whips started coming from all directions, rendering you unable to do anything but protect yourself in any way you could.

You formed a glass sphere around you, in order to get complete coverage while you studied the curse’s powers and thought of a plan to end him.

However, you weren’t given the time to think, as a water field surrounded your figure, pressure rising at unmatchable speed while the temperature and the oxygen decreased.

You had to be swift: you were already in a glass bell-like structure, where the oxygen would’ve run out quickly, so your biggest issue at the moment was to keep breathing.

Feeling another tidal wave coming to hit you, you made up a fallback plan, using the strong force to make the glass bell explode from within, sending shards of glasses flying and temporarily stopping the curse from attacking you because of the great quantity of cursed energy that had hit him.

You regained fighting stance in that short period of time, but weren’t able to react as another huge wave crashed over you, swallowing you whole. It would’ve been useless to create another shield, as it would’ve shattered in pieces, causing you severe feedback injuries and tiring you even more in the effort.

You felt like you were in a maelstrom, unable to breath and consequentially think properly, losing consciousness against the high pressure and not feeling your limbs because of the intense cold that had surrounded you.

You regained your vision, once the curse had stabilized the whirlpool in front of him and cleared a small tunnel, barely big enough for you to start breathing again.

He smirked at your unresponsiveness, your head throbbing and heavy: what if Utahime was right? Maybe you shouldn’t have come here, maybe you shouldn’t have tried to save your students, becoming a dead-weight to the other sorcerers who could actually provide help to those in need. Maybe you weren’t enough and you shouldn’t have ever considered becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. You should’ve stayed with your parents, attended a good school and got a financially rewarding job, ignoring the monsters you saw while walking around the city center and forgetting about the small light balls you had been able to create since you were a kid.

You could’ve prevented this, but deep down, you had always known it: you were born alone and you were going to die alone. You couldn’t wish for your friends or family’s help: your family loved you dearly, but, not being sorcerers, they didn’t understand you; Utahime and the rest of Kyoto’s sorcerers only took you under their wing out of pity, nobody saw you as anything else but a loner who liked hurting herself. You weren’t going to have a happy ending like Gojo or Utahime deserved, you were never going to find your soulmate.

Accepting your fate, a smile found its way onto your cracked lips, tears flowing freely from your eyes and merging with the surrounding water.

“I knew you were an easy prey the moment I saw you. How could anybody this helpless become a sorcerer? If you’re afraid of your own looks, how do you expect to be able to save everybody? You can’t fight! You were never meant to become a sorcerer, you’re just a harmless little girl who’ll die alone and unloved, forgotten by her very own friends and family.”

You knew it was the end, yet you weren’t scared. Exhaustion took over you as the Abyssal Curse, ‘Shinkai’, as you remembered him from a book in Kyoto’s library, ultimated his domain expansion: The Midnight Trench.

Suddenly, you were surrounded by void, you started struggling to breath, lungs feeling flooded and bones crushing under the increased water pressure and cursed energy barriers.

Then, a group of sea-monsters like you’d never encountered before, attacked you, devouring you from limb to limb, ripping your body to pieces as your mind felt like it was about to explode.

You saw your friends’ faces and your past’s happy memories started filling your head: you saw your parents bringing you for the first time at a Luna Park, Utahime comforting you after a bad training, Shoko curing your cuts, Mai and Todo offering you your very first Takoyaki, Gojo hugging you so tightly you felt like you couldn’t breath…

You couldn’t breath. YOU COULDN’T BREATH!

You had to get out of here, you were too young to die! You still had to save your students, find a real purpose in life, make your family and friends proud and happy but, most importantly, you had to find your soulmate! You couldn’t let your family, Utahime or your other colleagues down and you had to prove the curse wrong: you could fight and you sure as heck were going to!

You tried to remember what you had read about this particular curse: their domain expansion was characterized by hallucinations like the one you were having right now. You concentrated on your powers, when immediately a thought came to your mind, making you laugh: ‘You were the one who created mirage-like illusions! This curse had no chance against you whilst it used your own cursed technique!’

Simultaneously, you created a new mirage of yourself and made the real you invisible, thanks to the small light that reflected into the oceanic void.

As the curse started attacking the illusion, you saw a ray of sunshine from above: that was it! You’d found an exit!

You decided it was time to test that little gadget Mechamaru had built inside your boots: clicking a small button, a soft gush of wind came out from your soles, slowly lifting you in the air.

A soft breeze caressed your face, body warming with the sun rays, clean air filling your lungs: you had made it out! Concentrating on what you had to do now, you suppressed temporarily your ecstasy, knowing it wouldn’t have taken long for the curse to discover the deception.

You remembered these kind of curses usually took their cursed energy from water sources they couldn’t depart from, unless they didn’t mind losing a substantial portion of their powers.

Looking around, you noticed how a blue gluey trail connected the curse, still focused on their small domain, to a water fountain near the dormitory.

Sprinting towards it with all the strength you had left, you closed the pipe in order to stop the water from running and cutting off Shinkai’s water source.

The curse visibly tumbled, the energy they had previously used for their techniques and domain being drained from their body.

“Hah! You escaped, you insolent little girl. I should’ve known. Well, what are we gonna do now?”

You kept silent and invisible, circling him as he kept his back on you, eyes trained where the whirlpool had been until seconds ago.

Having reached the perfect spot, you revealed yourself: “I’ll kill you and all your stupid friends.”

“I’d like to see you t…”

His sentence was cut short by you slicing his head off with a sword made out of light.

The Jelly sphere rolled onto the ground, the body collapsing on itself and becoming a pool of suspiciously dark water, before evaporating completely.

You sighed, but the happiness was shortly lived.

Not only were the grounds near the dormitory a complete mess, but also you were full of cuts and bruises, your head so heavy it felt like it was about to fall off.

On your right arm, a huge gash had appeared, blood dripping copiously and drenching your torn apart hoodie. You decided to take it off, ripping a piece with which you would have wrapped your forearm, and throwing away the remaining pieces, leaving yourself in the sports bra.

Your legs and abdomen weren’t in a much better state, clothes ripped to pieces because of the explosion you’d created at the start of the fight, and you were thankful you couldn’t take a look at your back even if you wanted to, knowing it was probably reduced even worse than your front.

Not finding anyone near your position, you headed towards Mount Mushiro, were most of the students were located, along with the teachers and the curses.

You put one foot in front of the other, trying not to let your dizziness get the best of you, when pain shot in your left leg, as if you’d twisted it badly. Soon, you felt the same pain on your back and your left arm, falling to your knees as you gasped for air. It didn’t come from your cuts; it was different, like it came from the inside. You got a sense of deja-vu…Had you ever felt like this before? You were sure you had. All of a sudden, you remembered the mysterious pain you’d felt many times when you were younger.

As everything clicked into place, your conversation about soulmates with Satoru flashed in front of your eyes. You fought back the joyous tears that threatened to spill from your bruised eyes, a ray of hope appearing in your mind. Had you found your soulmate? If so, what did the pain mean? Was he okay? A sense of worry and anxiety washed over you, as you ran up the stairs of Mount Mushiro, heading to where loud battle noises came from, your heart beat increasing rapidly.

Not wasting any time, you bolted towards Gojo’s location, relieved at the vision of him beat up, but with the same smirk as ever. A huge dead curse’s body rotting behind his glorious figure.

Before coming out of the woods, a small voice in the back of your mind remembered you your scars were all exposed by then to anybody who looked in your way. What was he gonna think of you? Would he repel you for your looks? Would he hate you and be disgusted by you forever, not giving you a chance to prove your theory?

But then, you stopped listening. You stopped listening to the small devil that had haunted your past since you’d discovered your cursed technique, reminding you about how you didn’t fit in and weren’t liked by anyone.

You decided you were done giving in to your fears and letting them win over you: you only decided how you were going to live your life, and you sure as hell didn’t eat to hide your true self ever since, if you could.

Feeling free from the Cains you’d bound yourself to, you jolted towards an oblivious Satoru in a hug that sent you both flying on the ground.

“What the…?”

A confused look passed his face, soon followed by a mix of anger, worry and relief.

“What did you think you were doing? Running off alone to challenge a special grade? Are you freaking insane? You’re hurt! You shouldn’t…”

Sensing something was wrong, he halted in his words.

You were a complete wreck, full of blood and dirt, sobbing incessantly and body shaking feverishly, your hands gripping his suit like he was going to fly away any time, yet a sincere smile painting your features like a small kid who’s been gifted candy.

“Hey, hey. Shh, shhh. Don’t cry, it’s okay! I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re all fine!” He soothed you, caressing your bare back with his left hand, holding you tightly with the other hand, still sat on the ground.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” He asked in a patient, father-like tone.

You slowed down your sobs and trembling, sniffing every minute or so, your throat feeling dry and blocked.

Not enough brave to look at him in the eyes, you asked him: “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” He answered, lifting your chin up in order to look at you in the eyes.

Your side bang had moved behind your ear, revealing an ugly scar that ran across the left side of her face, from her eyebrow, along her eyelid, to her rosy cheek, wet with tears.

You had chosen that haircut specifically to hide that repulsing scar, yet, when he saw it, he didn’t flinch or appear disgusted. Rather than that, he looked…intrigued, almost happy to have seen a side of you you usually hid from others.

He’d also noticed how you didn’t have your hoodie or your gloves anymore, and he felt somehow relieved: you trusted him. Besides, to him, you’d never looked more attractive.

“Turn your infinity off.” It wasn’t meant to sound like an order, but to Gojo it seemed rather bossy, yet, confused, he complied nonetheless.

As you felt your skin touch, for the first time ever, a warm chill rand down your spine and a burnt feeling spread across your left hand’s ring finger, where a marking had appeared: ‘Satoru Gojo’.

He looked at his hand, finding the same marking as yours, but with your name written instead.

He stared at you lovingly, contemplating whether to kiss you or not.

He recounted the years spent searching for you, the pain he had felt and the loneliness that had graved on him until the day he’d met you, deciding to go for it.

You were both dirty and stinky, though it still somehow felt beautiful, more than you could’ve ever imagined.

It was slow and passionate, full of raw emotions that couldn’t be kept at bay anymore.

Finally, as you two detached, a new feeling washed over you, one you’d never felt before: love.

You’d finally found your soulmate, as he’d found you, and you knew you would both love each other to whatever end.

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All you can think of all night is Spencer. Tossing and turning in your bed, the hours getting to ones that you shouldn’t be seeing ticking away. The soft light of the moon shines through the window onto the bed. Your pillow is covering your face, trying to block out the thought by using it as a shield.

You couldn’t be thinking these things about your coworker. Especially as you two are so close. What if you mess it all up and he hates you? What if he never wants to talk to you again? Oh god. Would you have to move sectors? No you can’t think like this. Just chill out. You’re overthinking.

But you’re not the only overthinking.

Spencer is also lying awake staring at the ceiling. He’s a guy who thinks all the time but all he’s currently thinking about is you. The way you looked today. The way that Derek started asking him about you. What did he mean by asking him that?

There’s so many thoughts running through his mind and yours. But, after what feels like an eternity, both of your eyes feel heavy and close. Sleep coming over you both.

You walk into the bullpen, coffee in hand. Vitale after last night's overthinking horrors. It wasn’t a good time at all.

You walk past everyone with a little greeting. You’re heading to your desk to check over some files before the inevitable of being called to the jet would happen sometime today. With a sigh you take a seat on the chair, the chair isn’t the most comfortable thing either. You wish you could bring a sofa or something in. That would be better.

You take a moment to gather yourself and your thoughts. Letting out a soft breath as your hand comes in contact with the stack of files in front of you. But before you can even attempt to open it a soft voice cuts you off.

“Hi.” The voice scares you a little bit but you immediately knew who it belonged to. The sweet nerdy guy who sits in the desk over.

You turn your chair to see him not in his seat but standing next to you. Wearing his usual attire. One of his cardigans which is the thing that has always stood out to you. In a good way of course. That he's comfortable to be himself here and wear clothes that others may see as ‘weird.’ Not a lot of men like that.

“Good morning.” You reply with a smile. A smile that makes Spencer’s heart flutter in ways he’s never truly felt before.

“What did you want to talk about yesterday?” Spencer doesn’t make small talk or try to steer the conversation slowly towards what was on his mind. Cause why would he do that? This is Spencer Reid we’re talking about.

And you’re you and you completely forgot that you had come up with an excuse yesterday. You had completely forgotten that you were gonna ask the man out before nerves took the better off you.

“Oh um.” You say as you begin to rub the back of your neck, silently cursing your awkward self. You look anywhere but him before your eyes lock with a smirking Derek Morgan. And you just know that smirk is a ‘ask him’ look.

And you decide that it’s now or maybe never.

“I was just wondering if you’d like to go out sometime?” You finally say as your eyes lock with his. His brown eyes soften slightly as you say that before panic sets in.

“Like on a date?” He has to clarify, not wanting to jump ahead and get too excited. He really hopes you mean as a date. He’s never been on a date before, or asked on a date and been serious.

“Yeah. On a date.” Your sweet smile grabs his heart again as he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He’s very inexperienced in the whole romance thing. He’s not like Morgan who can pick up any girl he just glances at. He’s just not like that.

So the fact you’re even showing interest in him makes his heart race. And also makes him a little sceptical. People in high school and college had asked him out before. But they didn’t go in the way he wanted or thought they would. Pranks are a common thing he’s had to deal with being the ‘weird and nerdy’ kid.

But all his worries melt away when he sees the look on your face.

Nobody has ever looked at him that way.

And he now knows. You’re serious.

“How about the weekend? If we don’t get called in of course.

He chuckles a bit before nodding. Fingers fiddling with the cardigan you were admiring earlier.

“Yeah. This weekend.” Spencer had no plans this weekend. He usually doesn’t have any plans anyway so it’s not like he hasn’t anything to worry about.

But what is he gonna wear? Where are you going to go? Does he need to get you anything?

Turns out he has a lot to worry about.

But he’s not the only one worrying.

You’re freaking out too. Thinking about all the stupid questions he’s thinking. When you should be thinking one thing.

You’re going on a date with Spencer fucking Reid.

a/n: there will be a part three as i need to write more🙏

tags: @dreamsarebig @prongs-my-dear-blog @wonderstruck4llthew4yhome

[sporesgalaxy]

hey I updated the Pierre Document. The document with all the information about which version of events I consider canon to Pierre. the Pierre document where i write down random shit all the time. that document.

posting this as im on the verge of passing out so i dont have time ti regret it yayyyyyyy

•••

Pierra's family are avid travelers, possible for mild-mannered citizens like them due to their home island Old Tool's status as a travel hub and their family history of working in the Marine shipbuilding and sailing industry. Thus, Pierra being taken along on a pleasure cruise with the rest of her family would be an unheard of luxury in most of the world, but it wasn't originally all that big a deal to Pierra.

Things took an unexpected turn after the cruise ship Pierra was on had already crossed the Grand Line (using sea prism stone technology) and entered the East Blue.

Since the East is supposedly the safest of the four blues, the hired Marine guards were lazy in their security measures, drinking and partying to congratulate themselves on crossing the Grand Line without incident.

Therefore the ship's protectors were woefully unprepared when the Buggy Pirates suddenly attacked! The Pirates were on their way to Reverse Mountain, and energized after reuniting with their captain and escaping Marine custody!

The pirate attack happened while Pierra was avoiding her family (and especially her mother) on a quiet part of the ship and quietlt spiralling into despair about how she has no idea what to do with her life. The terrifying pirate attack was almost a welcome distraction.

With no one she knew close at hand to worry about the safety of, Pierra's first instinct was to hide, and she was scared enough to employ the devil fruit powers she swore never to use in order to hide in an impossibly small space! This gambit backfired however, and to Pierra's acute horror, her hiding spot inside a crate of alcohol was taken aboard the Big Top as loot.

Pierra managed to stay hidden as a stowaway on the Bigtop for at least a couple of weeks. Then, the Buggy Pirates met Portugaz D. Ace, who managed to be the first person to notice the giant red centipede sneaking around the ship. Luckily for Pierra (who spur-of-the-moment decided to go by Pierre and "pretend" to be a guy), Ace is nice and believes Pierre when he says that he never meant to cause any trouble. And luckily for the Buggy Pirates, Pierre is down to his very core desperate for approval and has a lot of chitinous helping hands he's delighted to lend as long as you tell him he did a good job.

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Tiny Pierra lets ants crawl all over her. She watches them tear apart a dying grasshopper in the garden, piece by piece.

Pierra looks with wonder in her eyes at a rotting fish covered with maggots. At a dead baby bird that fell from its nest too soon. At a bag full of bloody ducks her father shot.

Pierra gets too upset sometimes, and too frightened frequently.

Pierra hides as often as possible.

When Pierra starts getting big, she wishes she was still small. She used to like squeezing into tight spaces; inside a box, under a small desk, under a bed. She doesn't fit anymore. Sometimes she feels like she's stopped fitting anywhere at all.

Pierra sneaks into other people's rooms when she's alone in the house, just to look around without disturbing anything. Just to hear the silence.

Pierra takes food she is not supposed to eat, just to get away with it. Just to test how far she can go without being noticed. Just to be unnoticed and forgotten on purpose, instead of as a reflex.

When Pierra is 16, she goes to the market with her mother. While her mother speaks to someone, Pierra breaks off a tiny piece of the most interesting fruit at the stand. No one notices her do it this time. Pierra chews and swallows the piece of fruit, and it tastes bad, but Pierra is pleased to have learned what it tastes like without permission.

Later that evening, alone in her room, Pierra thinks she is dreaming, or maybe losing her mind. She wonders half-heartedly if the fruit was poisonous and she is dying-- but she doesn't want to disturb anyone if she's wrong again.

So, she does what she always does when she thinks she is losing her mind: distracts herself and waits for it to pass.

It passes, eventually, but this won't be the last time. She learns that it's not madness, but the curse of a Devil. She learns she can't swim anymore. She prays for forgiveness. She tells nobody.

When Pierra gets too upset and admits it her mother a year later, she is begged never to transform again. To hide it forever, for her own safety. Human traffickers could be anywhere, her mother says, and Devil Fruit users fetch a high price. Pierra promises to keep hiding. Pierra wonders if it will be easier now, having someone who understands.

Pierra's mother goes back to acting like nothing ever happened. It doesn't get much easier.

---

"It'll be okay," says Pierra's mother gently, drawing her daughter into her arms. Pierra wraps her arms around her mother as well, because she is supposed to.

"We'll figure this out..." her mother continues, "...we can fix this."

Pierra stares over her mother's shoulder as she feels the last remains of her hope crumble away in silence.

That's it, then. Despite everything, despite so many years of cyclical disappointment and pain... Pierra's mother would not give up on "fixing" her.

She and her mother had been repeating this painful exercise for Pierra's entire life. Over and over, every year, every month, every week, for as long as Pierra could remember.

Pierra is so tired of trying to be fixed. She is tired of trying to be something she isn't. She is tired, so so tired, of letting down people who see something in her.

She had hoped that after such a spectacular failure as this one, her mother might finally give up on fixing her. She had hoped that her mother might start trying to learn how to forgive her, instead.

That hope was gone now.

Now, Pierra can see that her mother will never stop waiting for someone less disappointing to take Pierra's place. Pierra can see that her mother's pity will always be directed at the less disappointing person Pierra is certain she can never be.

Wrapped in her mother's arms, Pierra has never felt more alone.

"We'll figure it out together," her mother adds, squeezing Pierra's shoulders tighter.

----

Humans have to be taught everything. We're very good at learning. It's what we evolved to do.

Some animals have to be taught how to do things. How to hunt, where to go.

But many animals exhibit behaviors that are never taught to them.

Humans have a precious few. Holding our breath underwater, hanging on with our arms.

The less social the animal, the less learning it tends to do.

The more its behavior is ruled by instinct.

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Most Observation Haki users learn to tune out the auras of nonaggressive bugs, consciously or unconsciously.

Otherwise, their senses would be overwhelmed by spiritual "noise" from hundreds of tiny auras. The glut of information can make it harder to notice actual threats, and the easiest solution is to ignore typically irrelevant details-- i.e., bugs.

It's something like mentally tuning out the sound of cicadas in a forest when you are listening for a distinctive bird call.

In his centipede form, because of his skittish nature and typical lack of malicious intent paired with centipede instincts from his Zoan abilities, Pierre's aura usually registers as a genuine nonaggressive bug aura. It can therefore go easily overlooked, despite Pierre's large size.

Like if our proverbial birder was listening for bird calls, but Pierre was a bird whose call almost perfectly mimicked a cicada.

It takes a very skilled Observation Haki user and a very sharp mind to take in ALL auras in an area without tuning out small details like harmless bugs. To these sort of people, centipede Pierre can be detected just as well as anything else, and his large size will even cause him to stick out.

In the cicada metaphor, these people are sharp enough to identify any bird calls and count the number of cicadas calling at the same time. And Pierre sounds like a cicada...but not a species of cicada the expert listening recognizes. Thus, Pierre sticks out.

Pierre's attitude can also ruin his bug aura camoflauge. If he is too focused on anything besides his own survival, his aura ceases to be nonthreatening or buglike enough and he will no longer go overlooked.

For bird-Pierre, this would be like accidentally letting out a distinctly bird-ish squawk rather than the mimic-cicada call.

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B: [unlocking a chest] This poster better be the best thing since sliced bread or I am completely SCREW--

[Pierre is revealed to be inside the chest. Buggy gawks at him.]

P: I- I know how this looks!

P: But it's not the same as last time!! I'll leave as soon as I--!

B: [snotty, sobbing, frantically grabbing Pierre's shoulders] NO!!!!!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!

P: !!!! [Pierre is wide-eyed and speechless]

B: [stops sobbing] wait a second.

B: [shaking Pierre by his lapels, angry now] Where the HELL have you been, Chucklehead?!!!

P: [being comically shaken around too much to form a response]

B: I haven't seen you since we got arrested on--!!!

B: [stops shaking Pierre, squints at him] .....OHHHHH.

[Pierre has no idea whats going on, is still being grabbed by the lapels]

B: [angry smile] [lets go of P and crosses arms] I see what happened!!!!

B: [vindictive] The government took back your pardon because they abolished Warlords!

B: [pokes Pierre in the chest] So after two years of thinking you're BETTER than me,

[Pierre's eyes widen]

B: You had no choice but to come crawling back!!! [flicks Pierre's nose] GYAHAHAHAA!!!

B: [patting Pierre's head condescendingly] Don't worry Chucklehead, I won't make you grovel. Much. [mean grin]

P: Wait, what?! [earnest] I-I'm not-- I don't think I'm above you, Buggy!! That would be crazy!!

B: [smug aura cracks slightly] Eh?

P: [sheepish] I'm surprised you even remember my name! A famous pirate like you must meet so many amazing people, I didn't think I'd stick out at all...

[Buggy gets smug again, and a bit flustered]

B: Well, heh heh...

B: [remembers he's mad] Then why'd you ditch me?!!

P: I-I didn't ditch you!

B: Like hell!!! All the Buggy Pirates got pardoned when I became a warlord, but YOU never came back!!

P: Because I'm not a Buggy Pirate?! I was a stowaway!

B: [gawks again, like "are you serious??"]

P: ...you...wanted me to come back??

B: [dodging the question] YOU'RE DODGING THE QUESTION!!!

B: What were you even doing for th last two years that was so much better than ME-- MY CREW!!!!!!

[FLASHBACK PANEL: Pierre on the Snail. He is saying "No, Mom-- I-- I DO want to be here. The science is really interesting, I just--"]

P: ...Well, keheh... [drags hands down face] ...Ugh. Trust me, I did NOT wanna be there.

P: So, when the navy caught the Buggy Pirates, they saw my Devil Fruit power.

P: [before Buggy can ask] I know I told you I've had this since I was a kid, but I never used it before I was with you. It was always this big secret.

P: Anyways, I was really afraid that I'd get in trouble for hiding it, so I told them I got the Devil Fruit on your ship and that I was a hostage.

[Buggy squints at Pierre. It's a good thing Buggy likes him and is exactly as cowardly]

P: They believed it, and I was hoping they would just let me go home, but they really wanted my Zoan powers, so I ended up stuck with the Marines...

[FLASHBACK PANEL: Marine representative says "You've got a unique ability, Ms. Pierra. Opportunities like this shouldn't be wasted! Please, consider our offer, at least--" Pierre interrupts: "I'll do it." He looks terrified and miserable as he says it. What's his problem?]

P: And that's where I've been for...two whole years.

[FLASHBACK PANELS: Pierre thinking "I have to get out of here." "I hate this." "I can't do this anymore." Pierre talking on the snail again, "Yeah, I'll look into research positions." "No, I haven't looked yet." "I've been really busy..." "I just haven't gotten around to it." "I still wanna do something different."]

B: Okay. So how the hell did you end up in my closet???

P: Uh.

P: They sent me with the guys who were supposed to arrest you, actually, but I ditched them.

[FLASHBACK PANEL: Pierre is on a Marine ship looking miserable and indecisive. Suddenly it is chopped in half by Crocodile. Pierre survives by hiding in a barrel & manages to paddle ashore.]

B: And you snuck all the way in here? On an island full of bounty hunters??

P: [manic grin] ...I guess!

P: I'm kind of just trying to not die right now!

P: Thanks for not killing me, by the way! Kehaha!

B: Kill you?? Of COUUURSE not, Pierro-chan!!!

B: [claps Pierre on the back] Why would I kill my own PERSONAL bodyguard!!!

P: ........HUH?

[artistically-hershie]

So I see my drawing for the RusAme AUs got alot more love than I expected and I saw a few tags and a few friends asking what AU's are shown, and what is their plot.

I will say this, these are my AU's or an AU that I helped create. A lot of them are inspired by games or music, truthfully.

1. Monster Hunter

A big AU i am working in with @gremlins-hotel . We do plan to make a blog and reveal more of the AU eventually but with the new game coming out, we want to polish the plot a bit more before we post anything

Ivan being a Hunter from the New World and Alfred being a Rider, and his monstie Alti [a Tobi-Kadachi] being from a secluded tribe in the Old World.

2. Horizon x Hetalia

An AU based on the Horizon [ZeroDawn and ForbiddenWest] game series.

A post apocalyptic US setting where these guys made a clones of themselves along with their history to try and help aid the future generations.

But of course, time erodes everything. Even history and memories.

Alfred having his process to remember his history haunted due to a malfunction leaving him with broken memories and being in the hands of a very territorial tribe. He was raised a warrior struggling to remember this real name, all while Ivan is helping Matthew on the search to find Alfred .

3. Ersatz

One of my older but more proud AU's. A sci-fi, horror setting in the...strangely not so distant future with alot of drama between national embodiments and their yearn to be immortal through...experimental methods. Even if that means using an Alien for their own bodily needs.

Majorly inspired by the game Prey [2017]

4. Final Fantasy 14 x Hetalia

Astrologian Ivan and Red Mage Alfred, two Au Ru�� from different tribes, grown in different ways, even told to hate one another. Yet they are somehow bound together...through time and soul.

5. XenoChronicles [name may change] *

Based on the multiple Mech Animes I've watched , (mainly) Xenoblade X and the few sci fi shows i grew up loving; these two are lost in space.

Alfred being a mechanic added onto the ship last minute, he is shown very little respect for being a cyborg. But Ivan being commander of a mech squadron who sees potential in the young man, even if he isn't completely human.

6. A Forgotten Story *

One of Two High Fantasy AUs where Alfred is the hier of a Dragon Goddess and has no clue of his heritage and Ivan being a Arch Mage of the Arcane. Some call the Mage a god but he is just highly skilled.

7. Godly Vessels *

Second of the two High Fantasy AUs where a cult tries to overthrow a kingdom by summoning a god using a peasants body for sacrifice. But instead the god shares the body with them (Alfred). Ivan being a unwanted Royal Guard from a neighboring kingdom (that was destroyed by these vessels) is to protect this entity.

Eventually his service will be a blessing.

8. Voodoo down Bourbon *

This isn't a official AU compared to the others rather a fun joke AU i couldn't help but include. Espically since Mardi Gras is just around the corner and I am from Louisiana.

Ivan based on drunken tourist gets a bit too cocky with a stranger, and Alfred being of course a voodoo artist takes advantage of the tourist.

Truthfully it was fun to throw my own speech and slang to Alfred, so to have him say cher is so fun.

Besides based on some local folk lore I'm sure he reminds you of a certain villain.

The ones with the stars after the name are ones that I posted maybe once or never posted because I was too embarrassed to share these ideas. I make quite a few AUs but sometimes it's just for comfort reasons or something just sparked a sudden idea and then actually thinking on the subject, it is scrapped.

Or even just for a quick doodle and the idea is gone

So to see you guys actually are interested makes me quite happy, espically since I've been very stressed.

If any peak your interest or you'd like to see more of these let me know!

[pseudowho]

I’m 19 turning 20 soon, any advice for these roaring twenties? Almost everyone I know said it was the worst years of their life… so I’m kinda hoping for some other input, lol. And also advice on how to not feel like I wasted my teen years and I missed out on being young and stress free 🥲 thank you thank you, adore your work, mwah

In your twenties, you should seek to know yourself, down to the very nitty gritty of you. You should embrace both your strengths and your flaws, and being able to talk about them. You should be able to recognise them in action, and route the waters accordingly. You should, first and foremost, try to make the good stuff great, and manage the bad stuff so it's a small enough part of you to fit into the post-script. It's there; but it comes up from time to time. It's there; but it's not the main part of you.

You didn't waste your teen years. You were growing up, baby. Modern media hyperfetishises extreme youth; it has been strictly targeted at making sure you feel old by the time you're 25. They're dirty fucking liars; the benefit from your anxiety and insecurity. Don't be conned: you're better than that. A word to the wise: if you peaked at 20, that's desperately sad. You should rise, instead, like a firework; never to fall, simply to go up and up and up, and BANG! in a burst of fire and fantasticals in your final moment. In other words? You're peaking on your deathbed, baby. You're going to rise.

Learn to apologise. No, listen: learn to apologise. Learn to reflect on your failings. Learn to swallow the shame and the guilt and crawl through treacle to own up to it. Learn to look back on your worst moments, and be sincere in your remorse, and look on how to make yourself better after. How many grown adults do you know who really, truly apologise? And how many do you know who deny, or accuse, or begrudge? 'nuff said.

Grow. Take every and any opportunity for growth. Like the firework, yes? Rise!

Change is good. Embrace it. Learn to be able to say "I used to think XYZ, but now I know better."

Research a bunch of non-biased news apps from around the world; also news apps which align strictly against your own worldview. Do not shield yourself from 'spin', or alternative opinions, or straight up disinformation. For example, I identify as an Anarcho-Socialist/Left-wing Libertarian. Do I also have extremely Right Wing news sources on my phone? You fucking bet I do. It is incredible how much you can glean from national and world events, all on how different news sources have spun the same event.

Stay up to date with global and national news. You will find yourself altogether worldlier, far less naive and far less likely to be mugged off by people, news and politics.

Kindness is almost always the correct first response.

Empathy does not mean 'putting yourself in someone else's shoes'. Empathy is a far, far deeper beast than this.

Plenty of people don't have your best interests at heart; become wiser. Learn to know when to distance yourself from those who seek to break you.

And from @mrhaitch, who has effortlessly sounded like Nanami Kento once again...

Don't assume that where you are now, is where you will always be. You may leave some paths behind for others; this does not mean that you've failed on the first path. It means that the path isn't right for you now, and in this moment. Embrace those opportunities for change and variation.

And...

...enjoy yourself. I am far, far happier aged 31 than I was aged 21.

All my love, baby,

And remember:

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[drdemonprince]

Hey, I don't know if you've any expertise or input on this, but I was wondering if you have thoughts on the intersection of being introverted/avoidant/socially anxious in personality and living in conservative, non-Western countries.

I see so much talk about sex positivity coming from Western commentators, and it just makes me so bitter as an introverted straight man approaching middle age, from South Asia, who has never had sex or been in a relationship and will likely never have it for the rest of his life.

So much of the advice I see online is geared towards Western cultures of dating and bars and cruising and what have you, which is either non-existent or niche here. It just makes me sad and feel so fucking lonely, and at times it makes me bitterly sex negative (which of course rebounds when the sensible part of me returns).

I feel robbed of something most people have, and I have no idea what I can do to change things as someone who gets incredibly anxious just being out of his house. It all feels frighteningly alone, and I find most people (rightfully) have little sympathy for a straight man who won't get laid.

Sorry there's not much to discuss here other than venting, but I thought maybe you might have a thing or two to say about it.

I don't have much that's helpful to say, it's gracious of you to message me in such good faith when so much of my writing is so American-centric as to have little relevance to your life. I understand that my way of life is so centered and catered to that it makes me an absolute fool about life nearly anywhere else in the world, so i won't pretend to have answers here.

I think in the broadest of ways that the same principle of putting yourself into novel and interesting social situations and practicing engaging with others you find interesting still applies. And I think there are probably pockets online where you can find people in your country who have more sexually progressive attitudes, are somewhat self-educated on matters of neurodiversity etc, and also feel really isolated and lonesome and desperate for more options. it might not be a ton of people, but it does not need to be. simply finding them and building spaces for you to interact (digitally or not) could help you feel a whole lot less broken and lacking in agency.

But from the sound of it you're starting from a really high degree of social anxiety and repression and you're going to need support in moving forward and you're going to have to start small. I think you need to have friends who can be there for you, and join you in going out into the world to meet new people (or building the digital equivalent). That may need to come before any real romantic/sexual prospect seems feasible for you.

Are there friends you can broach some of this stuff with? If not, are there people in your life who are kind to you that you could deepen your connections to by asking for support, taking an interest in their lives, joining them for things they like to do, and helping them out when they need help, too? A lot of the difficult work of socializing with people does transfer over into building romantic and sexual relationships. Working on making friends you can trust (and who see things somewhat the way that you do, or who are at least critical of things that you are in your country) can really help you feel less insane and alone.

And that is ultimately what all of us queer weird sluts are doing here in the US -- we are very much in the minority, though in cities we are lousy with options for socializing and have it comparatively very easy. It's still at its core a lonesome existence that we have to build spaces to cope with. You're really disadvantaged in that, but you can take steps to find people who are like minded, critical of the more repressive aspects of your culture or government, queer, freaky, have strange or nerdy interests, are disabled, etc, and slowly start to weave together a support network by engaging with them. there are never any guarantees that doing all of this will get you laid or that it will be good if it does, but this is the groundwork you can lay to make your social environment one that's better suited to you, and it will help, whatever little bit you can do.

Again I'm woefully out of my depth here, but I hope others with more relevant experience can also respond.

[sweetbans29]

Back to You (3) - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Things are different now...

Warnings: more little pains, also for the sake of this story we are going to say the other player mentioned is 28 🙂‍↕️ also because I may or may not have a new W love, and maybe a big pain...I promise the pains will go away eventually!

Word Count: 2k

Previous Part

Back to You Masterlist & Sweetbans Masterlist

"No," you say as you walk from your bedroom to the kitchen.

"Why not?" Kate asks following you with her hands outstretched, over exaggerating per usual.

"Just no," you say feeling around your left ear lobe, putting your second earring in when you find the opening.

"I came all this way," Kate says as she is staring you down from across the island. You look back at her and know she is right.

You take a second to think through the decision you are about to make.

"Fine," you say, causing Kate to jump up and down then pulling you in for a hug. You don't hug her back.

"We are going to have the best time! There are going to be so many players there and I know for a fact there is a certain Lynx player who has had an eye on you for a while now," Kate rambles and you just laugh.

"Kate, absolutely not!" You yell while laughing.

She gives you the most serious looks she can muster.

Before you know it you are surrounded by people in a dimly lit room for another big Nike launch. You are attached to Kate's hip and have no intention of leaving it. And you have been doing a pretty good job of that until someone is pulling her away while you are waiting for your drink and you find yourself left alone.

The bartender hands over your drink and you thank him, nodding at the fact that you are now alone in a room full of people who you know but have no idea who you are.

You walk around looking for a place to sit but find yourself wandering and looking at all the decor they have chosen.

"You may be the only person here more interested in the brand than the company it keeps," a voice says as someone joins you in a less crowded part of the room.

"And what does that say about you for noticing such a thing?" You ask, not bothering to turn to face the one who approached you.

"Well...," she begins and steps a little side step closer to you. "I may or may not have had an eye on you for a little longer than your appearance tonight."

That is enough to get a little more of your attention. You turn your head and look up to see Kayla McBride, her eyes on the mural you were just engrossed in.

"Well I am flattered," you say with a smile.

"Kayla," she says as she extends her hand out to introduce herself.

You find the smile on your face widens just a little.

"I know who you are," you say and shake her hand.

"And I know who you are," Kayla says with a wide smile, seeming reluctant to let your hand go.

"You said that already," you say with a little laugh. "And if I wasn't flattered, I would be slightly creeped out right now."

"Well I'm off to a great start," she says as she rubs the back of her neck.

"You are," you say, bumping her arm with your shoulder and you notice her body ease slightly. "So, where did I first catch your eye?"

Even in the dimly lit room, you can see a blush run up Kayla's neck into her cheeks.

"If you must know," she starts.

"Oh, I must," you say. She chuckles.

"All-Star weekend last year," she says and you think back to how Kate invited you to join and you did but did everything in your power to avoid any of the players. You were there to watch Kate in the 3-point competition and you didn't even stay for the All-Star game since Caitlin was one of the team captains. And the only reason you agreed to go was because Kate made sure Claire was with you the whole time.

"All-Star weekend?" You ask. "I was only there for half a day."

She nods, pretty rapidly.

"I know," she says, still nodding. "I was hoping to introduce myself then but you were gone before I had the chance and when I started asking around, Kate was kind enough to tell me who you were."

You shake your head, "That was almost a year ago."

"I know," Kayla says. "One long year."

You are both laughing as Kate comes over.

"There you are!" Kate says.

"You are the one that left me," you say and give her a little push. "Kayla here came and kept me company."

"I see that!" Kate says then looks over at Kayla. "Glad you finally got around to meeting this one."

"Me too," Kayla says. "Although, I may or may not be tanking it."

You shake your head no. "Not tanking it," you say with a smile.

Just as you are feeling comfortable and feel like your walls have finally been put down, you are left in a field of regret.

Just past Kate you see Caitlin walk in and look around. Her eyes fall on you and you can see her begin to make her way towards where you are.

Your hand comes up to grip Kate's arm and she looks at you. Her eyes follow yours and she immediately excuses herself and intercepts Caitlin on her way over. She slows Cait down but her eyes are still on you.

"Everything okay?" Kayla asks as she looks between you and where Kate excused herself to. When she sees Caitlin she looks back to you.

You don't know when but the grip you had on Kate is now Kayla as she moves to stand in between you and Caitlin.

"Ya, everything is fine," you say but the hand you have on her continues to grip her forearm.

Kayla looks at you with soft eyes.

"Why don't we get some fresh air?" Kayla suggests and you nod, following her out onto the balcony.

The two of you stand looking out at the city. She leaves space between the two of you which you appreciate but after standing there for a few moments, you take a step to be just a little closer.

"I'm sorry," you say after some time. "I'm a little bit of a mess."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for," Kayla says. "And you are not a mess."

"No, I am a mess," you say with a little laugh.

"If you are a mess, then we are all a mess," Kayla says and it comforts you more than you realized she could.

"Thank you," you whisper.

Before she has time to say anything, you hear your name come from behind you and you know immediately it is not Kate.

"Hey CC, I don't know if now is a great time," Kayla says as she moves to stand between you and Caitlin.

"Respectfully, you are not a part of this," Caitlin says to Kayla and you had already heard enough.

You turn around and put a hand on Kayla's shoulder which Caitlin immediately notices and takes a step forward.

"I got this," you say to Kayla who keeps her eye on Caitlin.

"She's got this," Caitlin says with a little smirk and you want to slap it right off of her.

You can feel Kayla tense and for just meeting her are grateful for her support.

"I'll come find you after," you say and she turns to look at you. You offer the best smile you can and she nods, making her way back inside but not before glancing back at you once more.

When it is just the two of you, you wrap your arms around you as if they are a shield against what is in front of you or are a way to hold yourself together.

"I have been trying to talk to you since that game," Cait says as she walks closer to you.

"That's close enough," you say, taking a step back.

"C'mon," she says.

"Caitlin, please," you say and close your eyes. Opening them shortly after once you remember what happened the last time you closed your eyes in her presence.

"I've tried to come by your office but was always met by your assistant saying you were busy or in a meeting or some other excuse. I haven't seen you at any other game since then and know for a fact that you have met with every other player on the team weeks ago. You have been avoiding me," Caitlin says.

"Can you blame me?" You ask, looking her dead in the eye. Your eyes are hard and when she sees them, hers soften.

"Things are different now," she says again.

"How? How are things 'different now' Caitlin? I have spent the past 3 years trying to crawl out of the hole you threw me into and you expect me to stand here and listen to how you have changed and times have changed. Of course there has been change, it's been 3 years. You are not the only one who has changed," you say.

You have changed. You were broken, you healed and you're still healing. You are proud of how you have grown over the past few years and seeing Caitlin is only a reminder of why you have needed that growth. Maybe someday you'll appreciate it, but right now you don't see it that way.

"The way I ended things was not my choice and ever since then I see how cowardly I had been to accept that was the only option I had. It was not fair to you, not fair to me," she says and takes a little step forward. You give her a look and she stops moving. "But things are not what they were and-"

Caitlin is cut off by someone else walking out.

"There you are babe," a girl says as she walks up to Caitlin and hooks her arm around Cait's waist. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

The girl fits into Caitlin's side almost as perfectly as you did.

You try not to look phased but the way your heart drops into your stomach as you see a girl walk up and have everything you so desperately wanted is hard not to show. And Caitlin knows how to read your eyes like she knows how to read the court.

"Is this person bothering you?" She asks, a hint of annoyance in her tone.

"No," Caitlin says at the exact same time as you say 'Yes'.

Caitlin's head whips to you.

"Please let me explain," Caitlin says as she watches you break in front of her for the second time. None of this is how she wanted it to go.

"There's nothing to explain, I'll stop being a bother. No need to worry about me," you say as your arms wrap around you tighter and you begin to walk back into the party.

Caitlin reaches out and grabs your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"Please,' she begs but you don't have it in you to listen. If anything you should be the one begging for her to stop torturing you like this. You can see it all crystal clear now.

You pull your arm back and keep on walking.

It was never you. She never wanted you. It was why she kept you a secret. All the good, all the beautiful that you remember from your relationship is ripped away when you see her out in the open with another girl. Something you wanted so badly but respected because it was what she wanted. The love you thought you had wasn't love at all.

As you step inside, the room is spinning and you are overwhelmed.

Someone calls your name and before you can respond, you are grabbing the nearest trashcan and emptying the contents of your stomach into it.

AN: Well well well, what do we have here? How are feeling? Everyone okay? Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[honeyhoku]

Jackie Taylor fan theory??? In 2025??

HEAR ME OUT!!!

It's safe to assume that if she has one, Jackie's "full' name is Jacqueline. Given her mother's general snooty-tude, it makes sense. I can't see her just naming her child Jackie rather than something 'classy' or 'timeless'.

But it's interesting that the writers haven't mentioned this outright, at least not that I've seen? Jackie herself is someone who uses names with intent, you would think if she did have a full name someone would have returned the favor by now.

(Don't get me started on the "Vanessa Palmer." "Taissa Turner." "Nat" of it all.)

So, I went looking to see if there are any other feminine names similar to Jacqueline that even could give way to a nickname like Jackie. The only one that stands out is "Jacinda."

Jacinda relates to Hyacinth, a flower taking its name after a greek myth. 👀 And we know how the writers love their greek mythos tie ins 👀

Quick Hyacinth Notes:

- the flower itself has been linked to nobility, as a status symbol of wealth and beauty.

(not unlike a certain queen bee??)

- it can have many different meanings based on the color. Deep love, jealousy, regret, the desire for forgiveness.

(regretting not coming inside, the desire to be forgiven by her team. the jealousy that drove her out, the deep love she craved.)

- The myth involves Apollo and his "companion", who dies as a tragic result of jealousy, and whose body Apollo safeguards from Hades- instead turning him into a flower so that his beauty may be preserved.

(do I even need to say it? especially with the writers recent comments on shaunahat/jackieshauna sun-moon-isms???)

So yeah this is canon to me and idec if the writers intended it or if Im stupid and missed anyone using "Jacqueline" in the show

Jacinda Taylor you will always be famous 🫶

[myeyesarebiggerthanmybladder]

Introducing myself to the many people of Tumblr!

Hello! Depending on the time zone of whoever is reading this, it could be morning, afternoon, evening or night, so I thought a simple greeting would suffice -- otherwise I would of course have said "good evening". I should also note to myself that not everybody will read this at the same time, so even if time zones were not a problem it could still cause issues to mention a particular time in my introduction. I will try to keep this as concise as possible so as to account for the fact that blocks of text are difficult to read on a screen as well as the unfortunate fact that people's attention spans are decreasing almost by the day. I myself struggle to pay attention to something for a long period of time unless that thing is of particular interest to me, so I understand how necessary it is to keep my words to a minimum. I suppose I should tell you my name here, which as you can see from the title of my blog is Akechi Touma. I won't tell you my age or the name of my school -- disclosing my full name is already a risky decision and revealing anything more would be incredibly careless thing to do! While lurking here I've noticed that many of my real-life acquaintances have chosen to share their location as part of their introduction and I must say that I shake my head whenever I see it. Internet safety is no joke, and revealing too much of your personal information online could have serious consequences! Fortunately I am someone who likes to keep things close to my chest, so I am fairly confident that I will be safe from stalkers or predators or anyone else who may wish to do me harm. Speaking of predators, if you do plan on saying anything lewd or "Not Safe For Work" in my inbox then I must ask that you refrain from interacting. I won't hesitate to block those who break this rule as it is one I take very seriously and I simply do not wish to deal with people like that. I sometimes wonder why these people don't have anything better to do, and how sad their life must be if their primary source of entertainment is making strangers uncomfortable over the internet. It's important to remember that those behind a screen are still real people, and your perverted or unkind words can affect them a great deal. That brings me to my second rule, which is that I kindly ask you to refrain from rude or bullying messages in my inbox. That sort of thing is incredibly unkind and can really bring a person's mood down -- although I do try not to let strangers' words affect me too much and have had plenty of experience with rather unpleasant people which has led me to develop a relatively thick skin. This, like the first rule, will result in an instant block if broken -- though I will devise a personal point system for how rude a message must be before I block the person sending it. Sometimes a person can be rude without intending to -- unfortunately people have told me that I tend to fall into this habit myself -- so I will endeavour to be as tolerant as possible. I don't think there are any more rules I need to mention, though if I think of any more I will be sure to add them!

TL;DR: no nsfw and no bullying! Otherwise, ask whatever you like.

OOC:

Hi it's @billiuspendragon again, this time with the Blorbo himself <3<3<3

To clarify on the rules -- I won't allow anything NSFW beyond the kinds of jokes that are in the canon of Saiki K. Akechi sometimes rambles about inappropriate things himself but I'll use my own common sense to figure out whether asks cross the line or not -- I'm not a minor but many people in this RP community are and I don't want to make them feel unsafe or uncomfortable.

I have quite a lot of RP blogs now so we'll see if I can keep this up lmao. I just really wanted to try roleplaying as my guy!

[oddyseye]

Hey EPIC fans who may not have had the pleasure of actually reading the Odyssey (or who just like the idea of it but prefer the fanfic versions) and are curious about Calypso’s backstory!

Do you want to know more mythology about this goddess? It might not be what you want to hear, but hey, this is for those of you who want to know the real deal about Calypso. I will cite my sources at the end.

First things first: who actually is Calypso?

Calypso is a character introduced in Homer’s Odyssey, composed around the 8th century BC, and she doesn’t show up in any earlier mythological texts. In the story, she’s a nymph who lives on the island of Ogygia. She’s depicted as beautiful and powerful. When Odysseus washes up on her island after being shipwrecked, she takes him in and keeps him there. She falls in love with him and, using her divine powers, keeps him captive, making him live with her for years while he longs to return home to Ithaca. She's a rapist. Let me say that again for the people in the back: Calypso rapes Odysseus. You can’t romanticize this. She literally traps him on her island, and despite his desire to leave, she won’t let him go. She keeps him as her lover, against his will, using her divine powers to hold him captive. This isn't just a "love story" where the two are tragically torn apart by circumstances. She has no interest in letting him leave, and in fact, actively stops him from doing so, which is rape:

ὣς ἄρα φωνήσας ἀπέβη κρατὺς ἀργεϊφόντης: ἡ δ᾽ ἐπ᾽ Ὀδυσσῆα μεγαλήτορα πότνια νύμφη ἤι᾽, ἐπεὶ δὴ Ζηνὸς ἐπέκλυεν ἀγγελιάων. τὸν δ᾽ ἄρ᾽ ἐπ᾽ ἀκτῆς εὗρε καθήμενον: οὐδέ ποτ᾽ ὄσσε δακρυόφιν τέρσοντο, κατείβετο δὲ γλυκὺς αἰὼν νόστον ὀδυρομένῳ, ἐπεὶ οὐκέτι ἥνδανε νύμφη. ἀλλ᾽ ἦ τοι νύκτας μὲν ἰαύεσκεν καὶ ἀνάγκῃ ἐν σπέσσι γλαφυροῖσι παρ᾽ οὐκ ἐθέλων ἐθελούσῃ: ἤματα δ᾽ ἂμ πέτρῃσι καὶ ἠιόνεσσι καθίζων δάκρυσι καὶ στοναχῇσι καὶ ἄλγεσι θυμὸν ἐρέχθων πόντον ἐπ᾽ ἀτρύγετον δερκέσκετο δάκρυα λείβων. Thus, having spoken, the mighty slayer of Argus went away, and the goddess, the queen nymph of great Odysseus, went to him, after hearing Zeus' message. There she found him sitting on the shore; his eyes were never dry, for tears flowed, as sweet life drained away, mourning his homecoming, for the nymph no longer pleased him. But for sure, at night he slept in the cave, forced, though unwilling, by the nymph, who had her way; and during the day, sitting on the rocks and shores, he tore at his heart with weeping and groaning, gazing at the endless sea, shedding tears. (Translation by me.)

Let us think about what she’s doing here: Odysseus is clearly not happy to stay on her island. Homer even makes it clear that he yearns to return home. He’s crying, he’s miserable, and yet, Calypso still keeps him there, for years. She uses the one thing she can offer him (comfort, beauty, and whatever else she thinks he might want) as a means of trapping him. The fact that he eventually gives in and even sleeps with her is not consent. It’s not a moment of mutual love. It’s survival under duress. He’s trying to find a way out, and she’s keeping him locked in, controlling the situation with her power and influence.

Misconceptions about Calypso:

#1: Calypso is cursed to never leave her island because of the Titanomachy, where she supported her father. Nope. Absolutely not. This is a Percy Jackson invention, where they love to take pieces of ancient mythology and twist them into some modern version of the story that makes it feel more dramatic or “tragic”. In The Odyssey, The Theogony, or even in Bibliotheca by Apollodorus, Calypso does not have any curse placed on her because of the Titanomachy. There’s nothing in any real ancient myth that says she’s stuck on her island because of some ancient grudge. She’s a nymph living on her island with no restrictions on leaving. Homer doesn't mention any past conflict that would tie her to a curse. In fact, Calypso is depicted as living peacefully on her island with no mention of any curse from the gods or the Titans. She’s simply there. She’s not trapped by some divine punishment; she just... exists. #2: Calypso is cursed to fall in love with any man who washes up on her island. Again, no. This is another piece of modern fanfiction nonsense, likely a Percy Jackson concoction, that people seem to think is canonical. Calypso doesn’t have any curse that makes her fall in love with every shipwrecked man she encounters. In fact, ancient sources never suggest that Calypso is cursed at all. She doesn’t have some magical compulsion that makes her fall in love with any man who happens to stumble upon her island. The reality is far more straightforward: she’s just a nymph living on an isolated island with her fellow nymphs, and when Odysseus washes up there, she falls in love with him. But that’s her own doing. There's no divine law forcing her to fall for him, no curse. She just sees him, desires him, and takes him in. The whole curse thing is a modern layer of drama that doesn’t exist in the original myth.

The truth: Calypso just lives on the island with other nymphs. Calypso isn’t trapped, she’s not cursed, and she doesn’t have to constantly fall in love with shipwrecked men. She’s just a nymph who lives on her island, Ogygia, surrounded by other nymphs. It’s not a punishment, it’s just where she resides. There is no grand backstory or divine interference that keeps her on that island. It is her home, and she’s just living her life until Odysseus washes up there. And let’s be clear, there’s no narrative implication that this is her “punishment” for any past sins or mistakes. She’s not being punished for supporting her father during the Titanomachy, nor is she cursed to fall for random men. She’s just living until Odysseus shows up, and then, of course, the whole situation turns complicated. I don’t know why this curse business keeps getting attached to her, but it’s not in any of the actual ancient sources. She is not a tragic character because of some godly revenge; she’s a character trapped by the narrative Homer constructs for her. And as much as people want to romanticize her or give her some tragic backstory, the truth is that she’s simply a nymph who had a shipwrecked man wash up on her shores. There’s no elaborate mythological reason for her being there, and there’s no curse making her fall for him.

Calypso and her lack of mythic pedigree.

I mentioned that Calypso doesn’t show up in earlier sources, but let’s dig deeper into the implications of that. Homer introduced Calypso in his Odyssey, but prior to that, there is no record of her in any mythological cycle. Calypso is Homer’s original character in the truest sense of the term. Homer needed a figure who could keep Odysseus stranded on his island for a prolonged period of time, and so he invented a goddess who could hold him there, ensnare him, and prevent him from moving forward. But unlike many other mythological characters who were integrated into the larger mythos and had complex roles within Greek religious traditions, Calypso is just an invention. A tool for the plot of the Odyssey who has no independent existence outside of Homer’s work.

Calypso’s entire mythological existence is built around The Odyssey, and that's it. Seriously, if you look at her in any real source, whether it’s Homer, Hesiod, or anyone else, there’s nothing else about her. No temples, no shrines, no altars, no cult following. There’s not a single piece of evidence that suggests people were lighting incense or singing her praises. She doesn’t even show up in any meaningful way in other myths. She literally doesn’t exist outside of The Odyssey. The one myth she does have is about Odysseus. That’s it. That’s her whole narrative. People like to reimagine it in a million different ways, with reinterpretations of whether it was consensual or not, whether they had kids together or didn’t, and there’s even weird fanfic-like stuff about their so-called “romance.”

So, Calypso is Homer’s OC?

Yes.

Yes, she absolutely is.

She’s a goddess who exists only for the purpose of holding Odysseus back, and once that role is fulfilled, she fades away into obscurity. She doesn’t have the depth of other mythological figures because she was never meant to. She’s just a plot device in a grand epic.

But hey, if you like her as a tragic romantic figure, I guess that’s your prerogative. Just don’t forget that it’s all modern reinterpretation and not based in the actual myths.

SOURCES:

Homer, The Odyssey - Greek Epic C8th B.C. Hesiod, Theogony - Greek Epic C8th - 7th B.C. Hesiod, Catalogues of Women Fragments - Greek Epic C8th - 7th B.C.