#and gets in touch with as many of them as possible

[georgies-ftts]

My absolute favourite trope in Merlin fanfic is when they all find out about Merlin’s magic and Arthur is brooding or feigning annoyance but truly doesn’t care, Elyan and Gwaine are asking so many questions because they’re so intrigued and need to know absolutely everything and somehow aren’t surprised in the slightest, Leon is weary but slowly indulges in the conversation, eyeing Arthur every so often because he’s nervous to display such behaviours about magic in front of his King but he still knows Arthur would never touch Merlin even if he was afraid and Percival is just so confused because he thought everyone already knew and just refused to speak about it

Merlin: It’s not that big of a deal. we don’t have to speak about it.

Elyan: Oh, no we absolutely do!

Gwaine: Yeah, c’mon Merlin, show us something cool, like money falling from the sky, or a pint in my hand, right now, come on.

Elyan: Can you really do that?

Merlin: *Sarcastically* If it’ll get Gwaine to shut up.

Arthur: Oh, so you can pour Gwaine a pint in the middle of the woods but you can’t clean my chambers?

It goes silent for a few moments, Merlin wonders if now is the right time for a joke but Arthur’s brow is furrowed and through the light of the fire he can see the firm press of lips on his face, he decides now is not the time. Gwaine rolls his eyes from across the flame before them.

Gwaine: He’s just saved all our arses, can you be grateful for two minutes?

Leon: Gwaine-

Merlin: He has every right to be upset-

Arthur: Do not address me as if i’m not even here, you owe me that at least.

There’s a tense silence as Merlin’s hand stills where it pokes at the fire with a stick, Leon eyes the King cautiously and Percival fiddles, wide eyed, with the frayed edges of his tunic. Merlin sighs and focuses again on the fire, it’s the only heat he can find.

Gwaine: What kind of things can you do?

Merlin is hesitant to answer but Elyan looks at him expectantly and even Leon has turned his attention to him now, seemingly awaiting either an answer from the servant or an order from his King.

Merlin: I- I can do small things like move stuff around, tell a broom to sweep or a rag to clean.

He thinks that’s enough but by the excited look in Gwaine and Elyan’s eyes it isn’t.

Merlin: I can light fires, fell trees, sense a nearby threat, anything… really.

Gwaine: That’s so cool

Arthur: So you could’ve been useful this entire time and you chose not to be.

There’s another lull as Arthur picks apart leaves and tosses them into the fire but as Leon speaks up even Arthur turns his gaze.

Leon: How long have you been able to do all this?

It’s hardly an innocent question but Leon’s tone is honest and Merlin cannot feel cornered by his words.

Merlin: Since birth.

Arthur: Lies.

Elyan: Is that possible?

Gwaine: What?

Leon: Is that all you can do? Move things? Will them to your command?

Now that question is loaded even if Leon means no ill will. Merlin swallows, he nods.

Merlin: Yes

Leon: What else can you command?

Merlin: The seas

Arthur: A mermaid are you, now?

Merlin: The trees and the ground.

Arthur: A nymph perhaps?

Merlin: The skies

Arthur: Now you’re just being absurd-

Merlin: Lighting.

Merlin cuts in quickly. He was never proud of it, bringing the bolt down so harshly and eradicating the sorceress to nothing but a pile of smouldering ash but Arthur will find out one way or another. Banishment or pyre he will make sure Arthur hears of his crimes before he goes.

Merlin: Nimue. I killed her. A bolt straight through her body. There was nothing left.

The group maintains their silence for a few moments and Arthur finally turns to look at Merlin for the first time since they’d stopped to make camp

Arthur: Prove it.

Merlin: Sire-

Arthur: Don’t call me that and prove it.

Merlin: Why? Hoping i’ll mess it all up and strike myself down? Save you the trouble of building the pyre?

Arthur: If I wanted you dead you wouldn’t be speaking so stop moping, get off your arse and prove. It.

Merlin doesn’t need to get up because the second Arthur stops talking Merlin’s eyes are sparking gold and the sky erupts in a violent flash of colour. tendrils of brilliant white crack the darkness apart, coating the forest in a momentary burst of day before the light fades and in its wake leaves behind the fading outline of the Pendragon crest in the forks of dying white.

The group remains still, staring upwards at the now pitch black sky before Elyan is laughing out loud and Gwaine is excitedly smacking Leon beside him.

Gwaine: Oh my god, we could do so much. We could strike Lord Harold down and he wouldn’t even know what hit him-

Arthur: shut up, Gwaine

Arthur is still staring at the sky and Leon speaks from beside him.

Leon: Forgive me for asking, ignore me next time

The Knight is almost blushing in his place and Merlin manages a small huff of laughter at that before he resumes poking at the fire but his moment of silence is inturpeted

Arthur: Sir Percival, you’ve been unusually quiet. Please, what are your opinions on all of this.

Arthur seems pissed off, but not in an angry way, more of an i’ve been outvoted and i’m not happy about it way. Percival shrugs, picking away at the skin of nails like he has no idea what this conversation could possibly be about.

Arthur: Percival?

Percy: Mhh hmm.

Arthur raises an eyebrow. Percival stares back at him.

Percy: Yes, Sire?

Arthur: Don’t play dumb with me.

Percy: I don’t know what you mean, sire.

There’s a moment , a beat, barely a second.

Gwaine: You knew?!?!!!?!???!?

Elyan: You sly bastard!

Leon: oh lord-

Percy: I didn’t, I swear-

Arthur: Percival-

Merlin: How-

Percy: I THOUGHT WE ALL KNEW-

Gwaine: WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT-

Elyan: HOW WOULD WE HAVE KNOWN-

Leon: Kill me.

Percy: IT WAS SO OBVIOUS-

Merlin: HANG ON-

GWAINE: WHY WOULD’NT YOU TELL ME?

Elyan: Gwen’s going to be so pissed off she missed this

Gwaine: I THOUGHT WE WE’RE FRIENDS-

Merlin: HOW WAS IT OBVIOUS-

Percy: WE ARE, I JUST THOUGHT WE WEREN’T ALLOWED TO TALK ABOUT IT

Leon: please lord,

ELYAN: WHY WOULD’NT WE BE ALLOWED TO- Oh, no, wait, yeah got it, continue.

Percy: I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALL AWARE AND JUST NEVER MENTIONED IT CAUSE IT WAS SUCH A CASUAL THING THATS WHY I WOULD ALWAYS GIVE YOU A CLAP ON THE BACK AFTER AN AMBUSH OR-

Merlin: I THOUGH IT WAS CAUSE I DIDN’T DIE

Leon: Finish me off

Percy: YEAH, CAUSE YOU SAVED US. WITH MAGIC

Leon: I beg of you

ELyan: Holy shit-

Gwaine: Have we really been that blind?

Percival shrugs and Merlin still looks at him like he’s just betrayed his entire blood line.

Leon: Please, it would be the kind thing to do

Elyan: What?

Leon: What?

Gwaine: Did you tell him?

Merlin: Why would i tell him?

Percy: ouch.

Arthur: Percival.

Everyone pauses, Leon stops praying to a deity he does not believe in and Merlin stops looking so offended but Gwaine and Elyan still hold that child like wonder in their eyes.

Arthur: I’m not entirely sure what to threaten you with right now but I will think of something and trust me you’re going to wish you were never born.

Gwaine: Fair do’s, that

Percy: So Merlin gets away scot free but not me?

Merlin: OI-

Arthur: Oh, i’m not even started with you.

Gwaine: Oh, c’mon princess, don’t act like you didn’t have even the slightest hunch.

Arthur’s head spins at a pace that’s frankly alarming to look over at Gwaine. He narrow his eyes like he was lining up his next arrow for loosening. There’s another beat before Gwaine’s eyes widen

Gwaine: OH MY GOD YOU DID-

Then Arthur is launching forward, over the fire and it takes the four others an hour to get Arthur to release the impossible grip he has on Gwaine’s hair and another two to get Gwaine to apologise for the black eye now blooming on the King’s face.

[hedwig221b]

Have you ever read “You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would” by alice9?

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/51306448) it’s an absolute favourite of mine and I wonder whether you know any fics similar to it?

Also recommended by @avabean24 ❤

It's been 84 years, and I didn't really get what recs you wanted, bc this wonderful fic has so many tropes. I focused on secret relationship, so here we go, I guess?

You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would by alice9

The Hales didn’t like him. He didn’t like them either. And for fifteen years he made it a point to have as little interaction with them as possible. It comes as a shock then, when Derek Hale turns up at his door one night, screaming baby in his arms, asking for help.

Operation Girl Scout Cookies by katsu_kiri

After a minute Derek looks back up, his lips puckering in thought, “so…we just…see each other in secret. Then in November after local elections we can see each other for real?” “We are seeing each other for real! It’s just us who know about it for the first few months,” Stiles corrects. “Okay.” Stiles holds his breath, eyes widening, “okay as in okay let’s secretly date?” “Yes,” Derek adds his tone a little less bitter as if he is just now warming up to the idea. “Awsome! Holy shit, dude we’re mates,” Stiles beams. Or the one where both Talia and John are running for mayor of Beacon Hills and their sons end up being mates. Enter a secret relationship, a dash of smut, and a way too involved Laura Hale.

Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

Pry Him From My Cold Dead Fingers by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

"So they’re coming for our Emissary because they lost theirs?” Derek asked, somewhat angrily. “It would appear. The McCall-Hale Pack’s reputation precedes itself.” “Don’t worry,” Scott said, “we won’t let them touch you.” Deaton turned to him, offering a private smile before inclining his head slightly. “Very comforting, Scott, thank you. But,” he looked between them, “I’m not the Emissary they’re coming after.” Derek frowned and shared a look with Scott, who looked as confused as he did. “What do you mean?” Scott asked. “What other Emissary is there?”

Operation Get Derek Laid by Kikileduc

There's pining, misunderstandings, confusion, a little jealousy… Stiles and Derek have a nice thing, no one knows, yet. The issue is, the pack wants their alpha to get lucky at the werewolf seminar, and well Stiles thinks Derek wants that too…

Mismatched Match by LadyDrace

Getting to date hot senior jock Derek Hale should be cause for shouting from the rooftops, frankly, but life is a little more complicated than that. Until it isn't.

You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) by standinginanicedress

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb. Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn't even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record. The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great. Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin' Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again. Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

Until Sunrise

"You told me I would have time,” Derek said, simmering with anger. “You promised to leave the choice to me.” “The court is starting to talk,” said Peter. “We do not have a stellar reputation as it is, and your ventures into the world of simple pleasures do not go unnoticed. You do not care, of course. But you are, pardon me, too loud for it to remain discreet.” “You think if I were to have a wife, I would stop fucking?” Peter cringed his nose. “No. It would make you a proper, civilized man. You are getting too old, nephew.” “Fine. But I’ll choose.” “No,” Peter smiled. “I shall choose.” Derek opened his mouth to argue, but Peter did not let him. “We both know you will continue to fuck whomever you want. None of us will be able to stop you. Let me have a pick of a proper spouse to placate the court. That’s all I ask.”

Other fic recs: angsty fics + pt2 + pt3 | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles + pt2 | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles + pt2 | oblivious Stiles | oblivious sterek | bad friend Scott | pack mom!Stiles | unrequited love | werewolf!Stiles | dark sterek | single parent!Stiles | feral Derek | feral Stiles | arranged marriage | Stiles is underestimated | mpreg w/o abo | accidental knotting | jock!Derek | jock!Stiles | alive Hales | spanking | royal abo au | longfic | void!Stiles | sheriff dissaproves | Stiles doesn't know about werewolves | soft fics | hales love stiles | somnophiIia |

[is-the-fire-real]

[IMAGE ID: Tags from a reblog by user @whitebeltwriter. They read: "#what about stickers on the shelves themselves (not on the products) calling customers to boycott the products? #would that work better? since it doesn't touch the products themselves?" End ID]

Oh, you picked a bad day to pull this one on me.

I want to ask you to try and actually empathize with retail workers for one second.

Imagine you work in a Big Box Mart. You've been denied one of your breaks already because two people called out. You've been screamed at by multiple customers because they know they can verbally abuse you. You're sweating heavily, possibly coated in grease because they made you work the fryer in the deli. Your hands might be coated in paper cuts because they made you handle too many cardboard boxes. You've had to clean up after some TikTok prankster cut open all the bins for holding beach balls and spilled them across half the store. You're already done and your shift is only half over, and that assumes you leave on time.

You have already been stopped twice by customers and by your walkie-talkie on your way back to get your lunch. You just want your lunch. It's a crappy soggy sandwich because you work at Big Box Mart and that's all you can afford. You almost make it to the break room.

Your walkie-talkie squawks.

"Whitebeltwriter to aisle 30!" your manager bellows.

You sigh. Pick up your walkie-talkie. "I'm on lunch," you say.

"Did you clock out yet?"

".......... I'm about to--"

"Doesn't matter. Some jackass graffiti'ed all the food shelves. Get some cleaning supplies from the back and take care of it."

So you go to the back and you get a bottle of orange spray and some rags, and you try to scrub the stickers some jackass has slapped all over the food prices, because that's company property which makes it your problem. You have to apologize to every customer who wants to get past you. You have to deal with every customer who wants to know what you're doing and why, and you have to reassure them that the store is secure and the food is safe, it's just some stickers.

And then you have to go get a razor because some jackass thought it would be Great Activism to use super-strong adhesive stickers because that would stop The Evil Jews from peeling them off and hiding their genocidal crimes from The World, AKA Big Box Mart Shoppers Who Do Not Care About This Because They Are Not Terminally Online. So you spend even MORE time kneeling by the shelves and now your knees are killing you because you've been squatting here for your entire lunch break scraping this crap off the shelves, why are people so cruel and thoughtless? Why would they do this to you?

And then you don't get your lunch break because you live in an at-will state and you need this job, so you go back to the registers hungry, despising the jackass who stickered the shelves. And you tell everyone in your line about this jackass, and they all laugh and agree that they are indeed a jackass, because who thinks stickering shelves in a Big Box Mart is advocacy?

Only a jackass thinks that.

The point, @whitebeltwriter, is that even if you allow for the idea that food waste is avoided, you are still causing real and material harm to some of the most vulnerable workers in the United States of America in the name of your cause.

Do you understand that this is why so many people despise your cause? It's not because of a biased media environment, it's because people see what you are doing and don't like it. You do foolhardy things which create a huge mess for other people to clean up, and then, when told you're doing that, you go "Well, what if I created a different kind of mess for other people to clean up? Would that make it better?"

No! The point is that you're making a huge mess and expecting the people who have to clean it up to love you and listen to you! That is toddler behavior! It's socially expected of toddlers, not of whole and entire adults!

The principle difference between the TikTok prankster who made a huge mess in the store, and the Hamasnik who made a huge mess in the store, is that one is making money off it. Otherwise, they are identical: both seek attention, both are making a huge mess, both are indifferent to the suffering of others who have to clean the mess up, and both are confused as to why everyone wants to ban them from the shops they just wrecked.

Why don't we understand that we made everyone suffer for TikTok clout/Gaza awareness?

We do understand. We hate that you made us suffer.

would you look at that they even made it a yellow badge

[ang3ltine]

"𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞?" - CW Bucky Barnes x Super Soldier freader

Bucky pretends to hate your snarky remarks and your youthful energy. But deep down, he knows that he needs someone like you in his miserable life.

a.n - You guys are on the run from the law, so that meant sticking together and finding a new place to stay | Sam is fed up with you both

This is just a teaser for my upcoming fic!

After the death of many civilians and the King of wakanda back in Vienna, Austria. The bounty on Buckys' head only doubled.

Steve brings together a small group of friends to outrun the law to help clear his best friends name. He only needed one more addition. Which is when he contacts you through a burner phone.

Despite being an Avenger who has been working by Tony Starks' side for a while. You take up Steve's offer, knowing that the whole Sokovia deal felt wrong.

Lucky for you, Tony was distracted and hadn't even thought about the possibility of you betraying him. After packing your stuff, you stay under the raider as you head to the location Steve had given.

"You brang your Camaro?!" Sam yelled as you pulled up with your dark red Camaro with white race stripes. It was a retro car from the 80s but you made a few adjustments so that it functioned better.

Steve and Bucky joined him by his side as you exited the vehicle with your keys in hand.

"Hey, unless you wanna use Steve's beetle? Don't complain," you retorted with a hint of sarcasm as you step out. Sam shuts up after the mention of Steve's car while you gave him a smile of satisfaction.

"Oh, don't even get me started on how I got these." The boot to your car opens to reveal Steve's shield and Sams wings.

"I guess I owe you," Steve says while giving you a pat on the shoulder.

"You better! I had to bypass the security system to get these for you. Not to mention, Tony's probably never going to trust me again." You sighed as the actions of what you had done began to sunk in.

Steve gives you a reassuring smile that lets your tense shoulders relax as he brings you into a warm hug. "It's good to have you here."

Your eyes drift over to Sam, giving him a small smile before turning your attention towards the man next to him. You found his features to be really pretty despite his roughed up exterior.

"You remember Bucky right?" Steve chips in as if reading your thoughts. He noticed the way your cheeks dusted pink before adding another comment.

"He's single by the way." The last sentence was for only you to hear and almost caught you off guard. You look up at him in disbelief before playfully hitting his arm while he laughs.

"Cut it out would you? Just because I mentioned one time that he was cute." You hissed while you felt your cheeks practically burning at this point.

It's true you did meet him once, but that was back when he was the winter soldier.

You look back to the brunette in front of you. Bucky's eyebrows were furrowed as he studied your face, as if trying to figure out if he's met you or not.

Steve introduces you to Bucky and vice versa. The interaction between you both was brief but intriguing.

Bucky felt some sort of electric shock when your hand touched his. He flickers his blue eyes up to yours while you slowly retract your hand from his. It seemed like you felt it too when your eyes met his.

Sam and Steve exchange knowing looks at one another at the two clueless people in front of them.

"Hey, you think she's his type?" Sam mumbles under his breath.

"Hmm, seems like it," Steve whispers back with a smile while watching his friend listen intently to your animated conversation.

After heading back inside the warehouse, you began to work on a weapon you were going to use for the upcoming mission. The helicopter that you hired was going to take a while to come, so you thought you'd make a few adjustments before leaving.

While you work, you feel a pair of intense eyes bore through the side of your head. The man was standing there for a while but chose not to say anything. He was beginning to distract you, which made you snap your head towards the culprit.

Bucky puts his hands up in defence as you give him a light glare.

"Sorry! I just wanted to see what you were doing." You let out an exasperated sigh before letting him stand next to you. The warmth radiating from his body got you a little nervous as his shoulder lightly nudges yours. He was taller than you but not to the point where he was towering over you.

"What type of gun is this?" He asks while you tweak your blaster.

"It's a heavy blaster rifle that is a more powerful version of a standard pistol. Instead of small, less impactful hits, mine deals more damage with just one hit." Bucky listens carefully while you complete the final touches.

"Can I have one?" He asks, completely forgetting his manners when you look up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Please?"

"Fine," you sighed in defeat as you hand him an extra blaster. The one you gave him was slightly bigger than yours as you choose to have agility over bulkiness.

"Just please don't break it."

"Yes ma'am," he replies, giving you a small yet appreciative smile.

"Hey uhm... I know you shouldn't really hear this from me. But I should apologise for the way you've been treated."

Bucky flickers his eyes back to your form while your back leaned against the table as you carried on.

"Yeah, sure you're a super soldier, but past all that... you're just a human being. Trust me, I know how it feels to be accused of something that you had no control over." You sighed before turning back to him to give him a sympathetic smile.

"Oh uh...I appreciate it."

Bucky was taken aback from the sudden remark but silently acknowledged your apology. Somehow, deep down, he knew that you were someone that he could trust.

Little did he know, was that the other reason why you felt obligated to back him up was because you too were in a similar situation....a long time ago.

Taglist:

@marianastudiesart @ordelixx @starktonyx

@hisredheadedgoddess28 @avatarobsessedgirly

[magical-regical]

Night Blooming Flowers

A Leona Kingscholar x f!yuu fic

Word count: 1273

(ok I know I usually do gn!yuu but this one's for me especially, capiche?)

The incident at Styx didn't leave many people unscathed and even though the majority of those involved made a full recovery, a certain prefect wasn't so lucky.

She didn't realize it until it was over. She just saw Grim being flung off of Ortho's shoulder and Vil trying desperately to grab him while also holding on to Idia. Her body moved before her mind and she barely had time to shout at Rook to keep her afloat before her body was free-falling through the air, one arm outstretched to grab the direbeast's paw.

She remembered holding Grim against her chest and the sudden change in momentum knocking the wind out of her chest. She remembered solid ground beneath her feet, people talking, getting on to a plane, and the sound of someone wailing until they touched down in the NRC sports field. It wasn't until Deuce shouted,

"Yuu, your face!"

that got her body out of auto-pilot. She moved to lift her right arm to touch her face when she realized she'd lost all feeling in said arm.

There was nothing to be done. Lilia surmised that because she had absolutely zero magic in her there wasn't anything stopping the underworld from directly draining the life from her cells and no room for magic to restore it either.

Now she's lying there in her room for the n-th sleepless night, her entire right forearm replaced by a styx-made prosthetic. The amputation procedure was unbelievably quick and painless and the top-of-the-line prosthetic that responded to her brain's signals just as well as her real arm would made the rehabilitation period practically negligible. No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was on her head, literally. The underworld had killed off some of the cells in her face and hair. The doctors were able to prevent the cells from going necrotic but you could still tell where they were from the white tips of hair and patches of skin on her face.

After tossing and turning for who knows how long she gave up and got out of bed. Not wanting to wake Grim who was snoring peacefully on his side of the bed, she left the room, closing the door as quietly as possible.

She walked with no particular destination until she reached the botanical gardens, which had been perfectly restored in record time thanks to the diligent efforts of the Shrouds. She was making her way through the temperate zone of the garden towards the subtropical zone where most of the night-blooming flowers grew when she stepped on a strange branch.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose."

She jumped like a cat seeing a cucumber. Leona's tail retreated towards him as he sat up, letting out a yawn,

"What are you even doing here at this hour?"

"I could ask you the same question."

Leona growled, "I was sleeping, obviously. Until I was so rudely woken up."

"Well pardon me your highness." She said while rolling her eyes, "Please forgive this peasant's transgression and go back to your peaceful slumber."

She turned to walk away when Leona called out to them. When she turned around the lion was on his feet, his face a mixture of annoyance and something else she couldn't make out in the dark.

"You never answered my question."

"I couldn't sleep." she sighed, "and there are flowers in here that only bloom at night."

She tried not to stare as Leona approached her. Bathed in the moonlight like this, she was reminded that the lazy lion she has a crush on was actually a prince. A part of her wanted to run away but her feet stayed rooted in place, all she could do was try not to make eye contact until he was stood right in front of her.

She didn't see the way his eyes drifted to her forearm nor the pained expression that clouded his face for a split second.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No. It did the first few days but not anymore. It's like I never lost it really. These on the other hand..." Her hand reached up to touch one of the white patches on her skin.

"I mean they don't hurt but... they look kind of grisly don't they?" She said while letting out a dry chuckle.

A silence fell between the two of them. Neither one really knew what to do. Leona was the first to speak up,

"Ipomoea alba"

She looked up at him in confusion. Leona just kept going as he started to walk, leading her towards the subtropical zone.

"Agave amica, Zaluzianskya ovata, Gardenia jasminoides. You don't even know the names of the flowers you're going to see?" his tone was playful but not mocking.

He explained how most night-blooming flowers are white because they don't 'waste' resources to color their petals instead, their only goal is to reflect the light of the moon.

"Where are you going with this?" she asked.

They stopped in front of one of the blooming gardenia bushes. Leona let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face them again, "Do I have to spell it out for you? You're like those flowers. You didn't waste any of your resources and had one goal, to save that weasel. These marks—" his hand reached out, hovering just above her cheek, "—are just proof that you succeeded."

Every word he said was steeped in his unshakeable confidence. As if the patches on her cheeks couldn't possibly stand for anything else. Maybe it was that confidence that made her grab his hand and press it against her face.

"Thanks, Leona." she muttered, closing her eyes.

"Hey, look at me." He gently tapped a finger against her cheek, making her open her eyes again, "I want to kiss you. May I?"

He could feel her blush through his gloves. She gave him a shy nod but that wasn't enough to satisfy the lion prince,

"No. I need to hear you say it."

Of course he did. She was currently face to face with one of the princes of the Sunset Savannah and if she couldn't hold her ground, she would surely be devoured. So she swallowed her embarrassment and, for the first time that night, looked him straight in the eye,

"You may, Leona Kingscholar."

He smiled, "That's my girl."

Then he closed the gap between them. The kiss was filled with feelings that no longer needed to be spoken out loud. When they broke away Leona kept his forehead pressed against hers, one of his hands tangling itself in her hair.

"I love you." she said, her gaze once again filled with that spark that had the audacity to twist his arm into helping her with her plan lest she made a racket in front of his room for the rest of the year.

He couldn't help but laugh, a deep, warm laugh that echoed through the empty garden.

"Took you long enough." He said, pressing another kiss on to her cheek.

"Stay at Savanaclaw with me tonight?" he mumbled.

"I'd love to but I can't. Grim would freak out if I just disappeared like that."

"Damn weasel..." he growled, burying his head into the crook of her neck. "Fine."

But despite saying that, he didn't let go of her. Instead, he picked her up and took her back to his usual nap spot before getting comfortable on her chest.

"Leona, I said—"

"I heard what you said." He huffed, "You'll be back in Ramshackle before the sun rises, I promise. For now just, stay here with me. Okay?"

She sighed, using her left hand to stroke his ears while the other one rested on the small of his back, "Alright."

A/N

Surprise! You thought you were reading a normal fluffy fic but it is actually! Thinly veiled OC lore! Now you are forced to look at my yuusona!

Pre-book 6 (L) and post-book 6 (R)

Her name's Oyuki McGuffin. She's 18 y/o and would like a nap.

Current concern: Does a potion count as soup?

Ok that's all I wanted to say. Thank you have a nice day.

[sugusat]

Just Friends: Satosugu

F1 Driver! Suguru x reader x Saturo Gojo

Can't stop thinking about f1 driver ! Suguru, known for his little trio of you, his girlfriend of a few years, and his best friend Saturo Gojo. Wherever he goes, the two of you are not far behind. Some people question if you're a throuple or just really good friends, and with how lonely it can be being an F1 girlfriend, it doesn't help the allegations when Saturo is the one usually there to keep you company. Some men would get jealous, possessive, even. But Suguru loves it, loves seeing his two best friends together when he's on the track, because he knows the second he steps off the raceline, you'll both be there waiting for him.

And you're so damn needy, where would Suguru be if he didn't have Saturo looking after you when he's busy with race days and all the fame that comes with being an F1 driver. That's not to say he's not right there with you both on most antics, you sat in Sugurus lap, Saturo usually by your side. And when the drinks start flowing at the latest beach club you're all at and it gets darker by the minute, maybe Saturos hand ends up gliding up your thigh, inching closer to where Suguru loves to see it and you love to feel it. It's just friendly right? After all, you're all friends.

And when Saturo gets a little too tipsy, leaning in one too many times, lips grazing Sugurus. The next day social media is in a frenzy. Are they really friends or lovers? The FIA have to bury the stories, in a panic at the possible drama, but who could touch F1s best-performing driver? After all, it wasn't really a kiss. No, Saturo was actually aiming for your mouth and missed. But that doesn't help either. Still, the three of you don't seem to care, as close as ever. You forever in Getos lap, his hand in yours, and Saturo at both your sides.

Behind closed doors is where the real story is told. You're in Saturos's lap instead, his legs spread, yours on either side. You're needlessly crying for both your boys, spoiled rotten by them. Saturos thinks you're a brat, and Suguru can't say no to his girl. Most days you end up tangled in bed together, bouncing up and down on Saturos dick whilst Suguru greedily kisses your neck. Don't worry, he's next. It's only fair Saturo gets you first when Suguru gets you so much in public. And when you're spent and can't take no more, the boys take each other, you watching hungrily, adoring both your boys, hoping life stays like this forever. Suguru couldn't care less what the media says or alludes to; you are all friends, just really good friends. After all, he's grateful he has you two, with such a gruelling and competitive career to deal with, he wouldn't give you both up for anything.

-----------------------------------------------------

God this has been on my mind for weeks, I might make an actual fic out of this tbh as I have too many ideas ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

[redrose10]

I have a bunch of stories saved that are like half finished so I’m going to work on finishing those up. Here is the first one!

Idol Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 920

While writing this I kind of imagined it as a part two of this one I wrote a while ago.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

It was late April meaning the cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the city was full of people out and about attending various festivals and activities surrounding the beautiful scenery. You were excitedly bouncing up and down waiting for Yoongi to zip up his jacket. Tonight he had asked if you wanted to go for walk near the river to see the blossoms and get a snack, a very rare opportunity to go out in public with him.

Every once in a while you would go out to a restaurant if Yoongi trusted the staff enough to respect his privacy, but ever since the two of you began dating over a year ago most of your dates consisted of staying in at his place. He usually kept his personal life hidden to begin with, but he wanted to keep an extra low profile since he was currently fulfilling his military obligation.

You didn’t mind date nights in at all, but you had to admit you were excited for the extra treat of going out.

Since it was late April the air was warm enough that you didn’t need more than a light jacket, but not yet hot or humid. It was perfect.

Yoongi held your hand and walked you towards the festival. Kids running around filled with excitement as their parents frantically chased after them. Couples, some just beginning their love and others having spent decades together both walked hand in hand.

Even though you could only see his eyes thanks to the face mask and Yankees cap covering most of his face you could still see the smile radiating off of Yoongi. You squeezed his hand a little and leaned in against his shoulder and gently pinched your hip to reciprocate,a silent I love you that the two of you had grown to know.

“Hungry?”, he asked pointing in the direction of a hotteok stand.

Your absolute favorite!

Eagerly you nodded while already pulling him in that direction. He paid for your snack and walked you over to an empty bench near the water.

Impatiently you waited for the hotteok to cool after learning your lesson one too many times. Time passed as you took in the scenery. The calm water. The people passing by. The delicate flowers hanging above you.

You could sense Yoongi’s stare.

You gave him a big smile and finally took a bite of your hotteok. The melted sugar inside was nearly like lava, but it was worth the pain.

You took another bite and another. You noticed Yoongi hadn’t touched his.

He was still staring at you instead.

“You better eat yours before it becomes mine too.”, you laughed taking another bite of your own.

“Marry me.”, Yoongi proposed suddenly.

With wide eyes and a mouth full of burning hot sugar your head whipped around to look at him, “Wwhapft?”, you mumble.

“Y/N will you marry me?”, he asked this time.

After managing to swallow down your mouthful you turned your body to look at him fully.

“Why?”, you said without really thinking about what you were saying.

He scoffed, “Why? What do you mean why? Why do you think?”

“I…I don’t know…I mean are you sure? I’m just me and…and you’re you?”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed in confusion, “Of course I’m sure Y/N. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”

You nodded knowing that made sense as Yoongi always thought things through to the fullest before acting on them.

“Look Y/N.”, he said pulling a beautiful ring out of his pocket, “I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before. I didn’t even know love like this was possible. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know things are going to change soon. We’ve never been in a relationship while I was outside of the military and I want to go into it with you knowing I’m fully committed to you…to us. So will you marry me?”

You stared down at the beautiful ring he was holding between his thumb and pointer finger and then you looked at his eyes that staring at you with such adoration. Your heart immediately swelled with joy. He had pulled down his mask slightly giving you the chance to see his reddened cheeks and shy smile.

You placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss and then a second one and a third one.

After releasing his cheeks you turned your attention back to your hotteok which you had abandoned on the bench next to you during the shock of the proposal.

You were two bites in when Yoongi cleared his throat next to you, “So I uh I’m guessing that was a yes? I mean you kind of didn’t really answer me so….”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry. Of course it’s a yes!”, you giggled.

He laughed but let out a breath of relief and happily slipped the ring on your finger watching as you admired the sparkle.

When the crowds started clearing and the air got a little too cold you both decided it was time to go back home.

You noticed the hotteok stand from earlier was still open. Excitedly you bounced up and down giving Yoongi puppy dog eyes.

Playfully he rolled his eyes and pretended to grumble about it, but was already pulling you in the direction of the stand. He was ready and willing to buy you all the hotteok he could for the rest of your lives.

[bagels-and-cream-cheese333]

RAPH FICS.

WARNING: I HAVE A FUCKED UP TASTE IN LITERATURE. A LOT OF THESE COVER VERY SERIOUS TOPICS. READ THE SUMMARY I GIVE OF THE FICS AND READ THE TAGS, DON’T PURPOSEFULLY TRIGGER YOURSELF, PLEASE AND THANK YOU, HAVE A NICE DAY. 

Here I am, giving my concerning amount of ROTTMNT Raph fics to you :) the poll I made got an astounding almost 100% yes soooo I’m guessing y’all want these <3 also PS it is VERY IMPORTANT to read the trigger warnings in the actual fic because I might not cover all of them/forget a couple!!

defective by a_rutabaga - oneshot

defective - a_rutabaga - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Prison Dimension Raph tries to protect his brothers, but just ends up hurting everyone (including himself) in the process. It’s not pretty (I’m lying it’s very handsome I absolutely adore this fic.) I will say that it’s made for the prison dimension turtles AU, which you should TOTALLY CHECK OUT. THAT AU IS INCREDIBLE. TW for body horror, mind manipulation and control <3 and just overall bad things happening :)

Survivor’s Guilt by JupiterJimsBootyyyShaker - multichapter, ongoing

Survivor’s Guilt - Chapter 1 - JupiterJimsBootyyyShaker - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Touches on the guilt Raph has after Leo sacrificed himself, and the consequences of the Kraang. Siiighhhh I adore this fic <3 everything from the overwhelming, debilitating guilt to Raph refusing to leave Leo’s side? Muah. No notes. Perfect. TW for nightmares, vomiting, guilt obv, refusing to eat, and technically self harm in the first chapter.

deep gut by ironAdage - oneshot

deep gut - ironAdage - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Raph’s trauma catches up to him, and he overeats. Again. And again. And again. Or Raph develops bulimia: the fic. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa…… oh my god this fic was AMAZING. SHOWSTOPPING. PERFECT EVEN. definitely showed me that I have some things Very Very (that’s two verys) Wrong with my brain, but wtv fuck it we ball. This just shows his mental state and everything AMAZINGLY. Ugh it’s beautiful <3 TW for bulimia, shame, the works. 

Hold On, Pain Ends by douchegrayson <3 - multichapter, completed

Hold On, Pain Ends - Chapter 1 - douchegrayson - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Raph deals with the aftermath of the Kraang <3 basically another aftermath fic. AAAAAAAA but BRO. This hurt in the best way possible. Absolutely adore this <3 the ending? WOW. NEVER THOUGHT THAT MEDIA COULD TOUCH ME LIKE THIS. Just go read it guys it’s amazing <3

and then.. we have…..

the quarantine series by somethin-strange - multichapter, ongoing

quarantine - Somethin_Strange - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

An entirely new take on Raph’s experience with the Kraang. Genuinely cannot sing enough praises for these fics, definitely some of the best I’ve ever fuckin read. Jesus Christ guys just go read it I need more ppl to talk to about this <3 and honestly it has something for everyone. It has Leo angst, Donnie angst, Mikey angst, even Splinter and April and Casey Jr. get their moments. Honestly TW for like SO MANY things though, mind control, manipulation, themes of SA, needles, major blood n gore, and probably more since those are just off the top of my head. But goddamn is it good. Check it out.

The Foundation by LotusFlair - multichapter, ongoing

The Foundation - Chapter 1 - LotusFlair - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

This has got to be my (tied) second fav raph author ever because WHAT THE FUCK

this goddamn fic. has messed up my mental state. it is rearranging my brain waves as we speak. I can’t think normally anymore this fic is just BURROWED in there. Basically Raph gets excluded by his siblings <3 <3 not on purpose. But damn. It’s written so well. And then mystic powers go brrrrr and then brain n brawn and then sunset duo and then magnetic twins and baby raph AAAAAAA. My explanation skills are absolute shit but cmon. ITS AMAZING. THE CHARACTERIZATION? ON POINT. WRITING? EVEN MORE ON POINT. TRAUMAAAA?? don’t get me started

Eventful Night by The_Most_Neon_Leon

Eventful Night - Chapter 1 - The_Most_Neon_Leon - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Look guys. I know. I know… only one chapter.. but that will not stop me from aggressively crushing on this fic. I think about it atleast twice a week. I HAD A DREAM ABOUT IT. and chapter two is canonically in the works so <3 basically Raphie has nightmares blah blah comforts Mikey’s there, Kraang angst. Very good fic. Love it. 

ain’t much that’s dumber by rolameny - multichapter, completed

ain't much that's dumber - Chapter 1 - rolameny - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Guys I don’t think y’all understand the sheer amount of illness I feel about this fic whenever it’s mentioned. The brain worms have successfully wormed into my brain. I can’t even pick one solid thing about this fic to focus on because it’s ALL. SO. GOOD. GO READ IT. also this author is the other author tied for my second fav Raph author (take a shot everytime i say author, you’ll end up dead)

and then just every single one of somethin_strange’s raph fics ahem ahem who said that.

One of Them Days by goldenspecter - oneshot

One of Them Days - goldenspecter - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Can you tell my ability to summarize these fics is going down auwjekcmwkjw… anyway. FANTASTIC FIC!!! Love when Donnie comforts Raph <333 Raph with depressive episodes my beloved <333 brains and brawn will never fail to get my brain going vrrooommmmmmm

Several Studies in Scarlet by douchegrayson <3 - multichapter, ongoing

Several Studies in Scarlet - Chapter 1 - douchegrayson - Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) [Archive of Our Own]

Ooooaoahwhwkdkdm this is LITERALLY SO GOOD. I mean everything by douchegrayson is but THIS ESPECIALLY <3 LOVE IT <3 the fourth chapter… definitely hit different. Honestly I absolutely love the idea of this,  it’s always been bouncing around in my brain that Raph was fundamentally different from his bros, but this chapter put that into words in the best way possible. Also love how short it was but how I was able to feel every sentence <3

Anyhow that’s all!! For now. I have like 100 more but I’m getting a lil tired from summarizing them so if the people want a part two then it’ll likely just be same title format, links to the fic, and a copy/pasted summary.

[shoukokus]

hi girl hope you’re doing great 💗

anyways may i have pomefiore #12 hurt to comfort pls

I am, thanks for asking <3 enjoy!

epel felmier/reader prompt #12 - "Could your crush be anymore obvious?"

Epel really thought he was being subtle. Hints here and there, showing off at opportune times, and quietly searching for any sign of reciprocation. Then one day, Ace had to ruin everything.

"Ugh, could your crush on the prefect be anymore obvious?"

The darned red-head had said. It was just some teasing among friends, but it made Epel's resolve crumble. Was he being obvious? Had it been so clear to everyone around him, and he didn't even realize? Did... did the prefect know? His boyish face falls further into sadness. Is that why he hadn't seen any returned affection? Because they noticed and didn't feel the same?

Epel felt silly, and had left the cafeteria before eating a single bite of food.

Avoiding them after that was difficult, to say the least. They shared many classes, and Epel had already dug his own grave in a way. Offering his partnership to them any time possible meant they were working on a number of assignments together. But he had to distance himself, it hurt too much otherwise. So he was curt. Efficient and not friendly. Fast to leave the room when done.

Unfortunately, Epel was never one to keep things bottled up. Not for long anyway, and things were bound to get explosive.

Their touch was too much, words too sweet, and that's when Epel couldn't take it anymore.

"Just stop!" Epel slapped the prefect's hand away that tried to rest on his shoulder.

The two were in the library, reading the book they had to do a joint paper on.

"W-what?" The Prefect reared back, face falling and eyes glistening.

"Stop being so touchy!"

"I-I'm sorry.. I just thought.."

"Thought what? That you could let me down easy? Be so nice that my feelings cannit' be said?" He was lapsing into his natural accent, but he didn't care. "Just stop, al'right? I know it don't really mean nothing!"

"Who said that?" They were wiping at their face. "And what feelings?"

Suddenly Epel was brought back into the real world, realizing what he'd just done. Seeing your tear stained face at his yelling, and how genuinely confused you looked... You... you really hadn't know? Was Ace just exaggerating? Now he begins to panic, waving his hands around you without knowing what to do with them. "I'm sorry! I didn't..."

"Why are you being like this, Epel? So distant and mean..."

He exhales. Well, he had royally messed this up, hadn't he? Took what Ace said too seriously and assumed that you didn't return the feelings. "I... I got feelings for ya. Thought you ain't feel the same so I... tried to get away, I guess."

Taking his hand, you huff out a laugh of relief. "Thank goodness. Truth be told, I thought I was being kind of obvious."

"You for real?" He asks, looking at your entwined hands in awe.

"Yeah. For real."

Well the truth is both of you were being very obvious in your signs of infatuation. Everyone around you noticed, but neither of you did. Because? Well... you were both dense as hell. At least it turned out okay!

[pansysgothgf]

✨WIP WEDNESDAY✨

Tagged by the lovely @novaschips :)

So, this is from my fic where Becca sets the toaster on fire, which is also in the running to become my most unhinged fic… which is kind of saying something. The basic premise is that Mel doesn’t like clothes, and doesn’t really agree with the fact that she should always wear clothes. Which is so fine and normal for Frank, he’s being really normal and mature about it, why do you ask? (Also he’s married) (it’s fine) (it isn’t)

Anyway, hope you enjoy, let me know what you think! (Slightly mature under the cut hehe)

Maybe it’s because Langdon always seems to get it, to get her, that she doesn’t think twice about it. He’s early and she’s late and he knocks on the door, so she lets him in. Easy as that, simple. She doesn’t even think twice about it.

Not thinking tended to get people in trouble, Mel knew that. The damage was done, though, and she still needed to get dressed.

Yeah.

So, Mel might have opened the door to her senior resident while she was in the thin tank top that she wore to bed the night before and her underwear. Honestly, she really hadn’t thought anything of it. She wasn’t trying to seduce him; she wasn’t trying to be sexy. Honestly, she thinks this was the least sexy she could possibly be. The top is almost sheer from too many times in the dryer, and it has a dubious stain on the front. The underwear (she hates the word panties, but that’s what they are, technically) are cheeky cut, pink and have a little bow on the front. She got them in a Walmart multi-pack.

The point is, Mel doesn’t really think of herself as being almost naked when she opens the door. Her mind is going a million miles per second, and she just realized that she hasn’t put a brush through her hair, let alone braided it. She has more on her mind than if Langdon is going to think her underwear are cute or if he’s going to see her nipples through her shirt.

But she opens the door, and Langdon already has his mouth open to make some joke, but no words come out of his mouth. He just sort of stands on her porch for a second with his mouth open and his eyes bulging before his neck almost snaps as he looks around the street. Then he’s stepping close to her, not quite touching, herding her back into the house and very firmly closing the door behind him. “Mel—”

His voice sounds off, gravely and a little broken, and if she wasn’t running so terribly behind, she would be concerned about it, she really would, but unfortunately, she doesn’t have time for concern at this very second. “I’m sorry, I’m running so behind and—”

The smoke detector starts going off right then, and when she looks behind her the toaster is on fire and Becca is slipping on her noise canceling headphones on and watching as their toaster lets out a truly terrifying plume of smoke. “Shit, the fire extinguisher is over there, would you mind putting that out for me please? I need to get dressed,”

Langdon’s face has gone an interesting shade of red, but he’s nodding like a bobble head and walking towards the kitchen with purpose, so it’s fine. Probably. Mel doesn’t have time to wonder about his blood pressure at this point, because she really does need to put on some pants.

And, well, she doesn’t have a good excuse for why she starts taking off her top before she’s in her bedroom, other than she genuinely isn’t thinking much of it. There’s a strange choking noise, but her door shuts with a click behind her before she can identify it, so Mel assumes that the smell is making either Becca or Langdon gag.

[put-me-on-a-hitlist]

Death and Rebirth: a My Hero Academia DR

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The soundtrack:

• I’m Still Standing - Elton John •

• ANTI-HERO - SEKAI NO OWARI •

• Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood •

• Middle Finger - Bohnes •

• Spectrum (Say My Name) - Florence + The Machine •

• Hayloft II - Mother Mother •

• Counting Stars - OneRepublic •

• Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic •

• Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey •

• Who Is She? - I Monster •

• My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone •

• WILDFLOWER - Billie Eilish •

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The one and only:

My name is Murasami Miyo, but I’m known more by my alias, Taiyō. I am a sixteen year old transman (he/they). I am a member of the League of Villains and eventually a commander of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Though I align myself with villain organizations, I identify more with the label Anti-Hero and refuse to partake in missions that go against my morals. I am often seen stepping in and helping heroes, having no qualms for which side they’re on, and only that I am doing what I think is right.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The backstory - overview:

Born to a father whose only concern was power and money. Before I was even born, I was arranged to marry my father’s close friend’s son, Touya. The two of us and my best friend Keigo were all placed into a special program called the Heroic Prodigy Program at a young age where we became inseparable. It was run by the Hero Public Safety Commission. I would spend my weeks with them and my weekends at the Todoroki household being prepared to be a wife. Years passed mostly uneventful before my family tragically died in a villain attack when I was ten. Then two years later, I was kidnapped by a quirk testing and development team. I later find out the whole thing had been orchestrated Enji to get rid of me out of fear that I would turn on him. I spent three years in a laboratory where they tested the human bodies ability to hold multiple quirks. I was a freak of nature and had been given 25+ quirks before I finally escaped while all their other subjects could hardly handle three. Upon escaping, I was lost and had no one to turn to. Touya was dead and Keigo was no where to be found and assumably dead as well. But then someone found me, and took me under his wing. The stranger, Tashima, gave me a roof, food, clothes, and cared for me when no one else did. I soon find out that Keigo was alive, but was now a hero. I knew I couldn’t return to him because the commission would not only kill me, but kill him. So instead I turned to the underground and made connections under a new name, Taiyō. I tried to live my life, but no matter how hard I tried, my eyes were always watching “Hawks”.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The quirks:

With so many quirks, it’s hard to keep track of each one. Many blur into a singular quirk, others I don’t even know about. Here are the ones I do:

Fuse - my original quirk. It allows the user to turn anything into a bomb that will go off in a specific amount of time set by the user. A fuse is marked by a little animated flame. The bigger the object, the bigger the explosion, and the more stamina needed. Multiple fuses can be created at once but they will all explode at the same time. Downsides is fatigue from the draining of stamina.

Decay - originally my brother’s quirk but it was stolen from him before it was ever given the chance to appear so he was assumed quirkless. It allows the user to decay anything and when trained, it can extend to objects the user is not even touching. Overuse causes dry skin. (Yes it’s the same as Tomura’s. There is lore behind this that I will get into in another post)

Transfer - a quirk gained in the labs. This quirk allows the users to transfer a quirk between two people for a set amount of time. After that time is over, it switches back to the previous owner. However, there are two possible loopholes to make the transfer permanent. If the original owner of the quirk is killed while the quirk is with somebody else, the quirk will remain with the new person. The second loophole happens when the user transfers Transfer itself to somebody else after transferring another quirk. When this happens, the quirk remains with the new person, even after Transfer is given back to the original owner. Transfers take energy from the user and overuse can cause extreme exhaustion.

Lifeline - a quirk gained in the labs. This quirk is activated when the user is dying. It pauses all bodily functions and puts the user in an unconscious state. Almost like they’re frozen in time. The effect lasts two hours and in this time, surgery can be performed to attempt to save the user. Once the effect is over, the body starts functioning again as if no time had passed and the user has no recollection of what has happened.

Glitch - a quirk gained in the labs. It allows the user to take control over a persons nervous system and other bodily functions (such as urinary, respiratory, etc.) and “glitch” things and people similar to Mirio’s permeation. This quirk is extremely powerful but has extreme disadvantages. Using the quirk causes extreme pain to both the user and the person the user is using it on. Overuse can lead to differing levels of “glitching” which can range from their appearance seeming laggy (think Vanellope from Wreck-It Ralph) to falling through things. “Glitches” are painful and the pain cannot be avoided.

Blur - a quirk gained in the labs. This quirk allows the user to make themselves and others unrecognizable without changing their appearances. This is only bypassed if someone is looking at them specifically and asking if they are them. Blur takes mental strain and stamina to maintain. The more people, the harder it is but the only limit is themselves and their capabilities.

Venom - a quirk gained in the labs. This quirk allows the user to consume and store any venom, poison, toxin, etc. in their body and store it until they are ready to eject it. It can be ejected through the fangs that accompany the quirk or through the skin. Though the effects of the substances are dulled, they are still there and taking too much at once can be deadly. The user can train to hold more but it takes practice, patience and a strong will for the side effects.

Teleportation - a quirk gained in the labs. This quirk allows the user to instantly teleport to anywhere they can see with their naked eyes. There are no limits to how many times or how consecutively it can be used. The downside is it will take the same amount of energy and stamina as if they had walked the same distance. (Teleporting one mile would have the same effects as walking one mile physical wise)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The family:

Sperm donor

Murasami Kazuya is a liar, abuser, and manipulator. Murasami is not even his true family name, Shimura is. Kazuya turned bitter and ditched the name after his mother, Nana, ditched him and his brother when they were kids. Fuck this guy.

Mother

Murasami Mai, once known as Mai Beausoleil, is a deer and angel in disguise, the eighth wielder of All for All, and renowned vigilante Spirit. After fleeing France when she was fourteen, she met and fell in love with the beautiful Himura Rei. However, she was forced into a marriage with Kazuya and birthed four children, all of which were her light in her darkest times.

Brother

Yagi Shikoko, formerly known as Murasami Taeko, is the nineth wielder of All for All, and was a known vigilante called Ghost but has since hung up the title and joined the hero course at U.A. Growing up, he was at the brunt of Kazuya’s abuse and peculiar obsession. He was the true original owner of Decay which was stolen from him in childhood, leading to him being assumed quirkless. However, he received a new quirk passed down to him from Mai in her final moments. Since then he has dedicated his every breath to helping the world and trying to change the system he knew was rotted.

Sibling

Murasami Yōko is a pillar. Not even a Murasami by blood, she is the oldest child of Mai. They had been cast aside by Kazuya, seen as unimportant since they were not his. She took care of their siblings and became something they all could rely on. After being forced to ditch their old life following the villain attack her and her family “supposedly” died in, she began to blossom into a wonderful and fun person.

Sister

Murasami Miaka is the lucky one. She had been too young when the attack that forced the Murasami children to fake their deaths to remember anything about before. She is the youngest of the family and is spoiled by her two older siblings.

Cousin

Shigaraki Tomura, true and forgotten name Shimura Tenko, is a force. Once a quirkless child was cursed with a copy of his cousins quirk Decay. At age five, he slaughtered his entire family and was picked up by All for One. He forgot his name, forgot his family, forgot his story, and forgot himself. He is a groomed child deceived into thinking he is blessed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The Lovers:

The Boy of Flames

Todoroki Touya, the eldest son of Todoroki Enji. He cannot be stopped and he burns of hatred and guilt. After his tragic “death” at age fourteen, he took on the name Dabi and steamed down the path of destruction. Revenge is all he’s after.

The Boy of Feathers

Takami Keigo, known as Hawks: The Winged Hero. He cannot be slowed and runs on a shattered heart. Debuting on his fifteenth birthday, days after losing his remaining best friend, he soon soared in the charts. The past is all he’s after.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The future - an overview:

Floating through the days and stuck in the past, I never expected to have things change so suddenly. Meeting Dabi felt like waking up. Being given a reason to reach out to Keigo again was like being plunged into cold water. Running into my thought to be dead father was like being pushed off the edge of a cliff overlooking nothing. Finding my brother alive and well was like the rain finally letting up. Learning Dabi’s true identity was like my heart finally starting to beat again after years of dormancy.

My life had been renewed and given a purpose again. No longer did I need to simply sit back and watch. No longer just waiting for Keigo to need me. No longer would I put off the change I knew the world needed. No longer was I a dead man in a living man’s body.

When spring came, the snowball kept rolling. March was the month in which I laid myself out to the world. March was the month in which me and Touya’s stories were used as means of victory. March was the month in which Keigo and our families learned the truth. March was the month in which my cousin woke, no longer himself. March was the start of the war. April was the month in which we started planning our resistance. April was the month in which we became fathers. April was the month in which I was forced to fight my blood and my past. April was the month in which we risked it all, and won it all. April was the month in which we saved society, the world, and most importantly, ourselves.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[akairawrites]

When the silence breaks | Damian Wayne x Reader

At Gotham Academy, no one asks too many questions—especially when your past is too heavy to carry out loud. Y/n L/n is no exception. The daughter of a once-feared mob figure, she hides behind sharp eyes and graphite sketches, trying to stay invisible while the weight of her childhood still claws at her spine. When a school project unexpectedly pairs her with Damian Wayne, the two begin to orbit each other in quiet, careful steps.

Previous | Next

The dining room was exactly what Y/n imagined it would be—long table, heavy drapes, a chandelier that looked like it hadn’t been touched since the 1800s. But somehow, it wasn’t stiff or cold. Maybe it was the way the lights were dimmed just enough. Or maybe it was the fact that only one end of the table was set—two places, close together. Intimate.

Alfred stood at the sideboard, placing the last covered dish onto a silver tray. “I hope you don’t mind something simple tonight, Miss L/n. Master Damian insisted you liked grilled vegetables.”

Y/n blinked. “I—what?”

Damian was already pulling out his chair. “You ordered it three times last month when the academy brought in food trucks.”

She sat slowly, watching him as she lowered herself into the seat. “You pay that much attention to what I eat?”

“I pay attention to everything,” he said plainly.

Alfred coughed into his hand. “He means that in the least unsettling way possible, of course.”

Y/n actually laughed. “Good to know.”

Dinner was… quiet, but not awkward. The food was simple, like Alfred had said—roasted vegetables, warm bread, lemon rice, and grilled eggplant topped with just enough seasoning to make it feel like a secret family recipe.

“Okay,” Y/n said after a few bites. “This is better than the dining hall.”

Alfred gave a small bow. “I do my best.”

There was a pause. Y/n looked over at Damian, who was eating methodically, like it was a checklist.

“You always eat here alone?”

“Most of the time.”

“No giant dinners with Bruce and the whole Wayne family?”

His expression didn’t change. “They’re not all around much anymore.”

Y/n nodded, sensing something behind the words but not pushing. Instead, she looked around the room. The walls were lined with oil paintings—nothing too extravagant, but definitely old. Familiar. Warm in that untouchable kind of way.

“Do you ever draw?” she asked.

Damian hesitated, then shook his head. “Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

He didn’t answer right away. Then: “I used to be good at it. But it stopped feeling like mine.”

Y/n met his eyes. “That’s the worst feeling.”

Something passed between them then—quiet understanding. Not pity. Not sympathy. Just recognition.

Alfred returned with tea and something that resembled spiced shortbread.

Y/n took a sip, letting the warmth settle. “This place… it’s quieter than I thought it’d be.”

Damian gave a small nod. “It’s easier to think here.”

She tilted her head, studying him. “Do you ever get lonely?”

He didn’t flinch. “Not often.”

That made her smile. “You really are something else.”

“I’ve been told.”

They sat in silence for a moment longer. Then Ivy leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on him.

“You’re not what I expected.”

“Neither are you,” Damian replied, voice soft. “But I think that’s the point.”

They wandered slowly after dinner, the manor dim and echoing with the creak of aged floorboards beneath their steps. Damian walked beside her, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed for the first time all day. Y/n followed, gaze shifting from portraits to old suits of armor, to bookshelves lined with titles in languages she couldn’t read.

“Okay,” she said, pausing by a tall stained glass window. “This place is either haunted or enchanted. There’s no in-between.”

Damian glanced at her, expression unreadable. “I’d say both.”

She smirked. “Not comforting.”

He led her through a small gallery tucked between wings—a long corridor filled with black-and-white photos, most of them of the Wayne family over the years. Bruce as a boy, young Alfred in uniform, Thomas and Martha Wayne standing in front of an old car.

Y/n slowed, her eyes landing on a photo near the end. It was small. Framed in silver. Damian as a child—maybe five or six—standing stiffly beside Bruce in a training yard. He looked… angry. Tense. Like he didn’t know what to do with the softness in the way Bruce’s hand rested on his shoulder.

“I’ve never seen this one,” she said quietly.

“It’s not for show,” he replied. “Not many people come up here.”

She glanced at him. “So why bring me?”

He didn’t answer at first. Then, simply: “You listen.”

Y/n took that in for a moment. No sarcasm. No bravado. Just quiet honesty.

She looked out a nearby window. The sky was almost completely dark now, the horizon a thin wash of deep blue over the distant glow of Gotham.

Her voice came gentle. “I should go. My mom’ll worry.”

Damian nodded. “The car’s waiting.”

They walked back in silence, the hush of the manor following them like a shadow. At the front steps, the limo idled under soft exterior lights. Alfred stood nearby, offering Y/n a small nod and a paper bag.

“For the road,” he said with a faint smile. “There’s more shortbread in there than anyone could reasonably eat in one night, but I trust you’ll manage.”

She grinned. “Thank you. Seriously.”

Alfred’s eyes flicked to Damian, then back to her, something knowing in his glance. “Anytime, Miss Y/n.”

Damian walked her to the car himself, stopping just short of the open door. For a second, he didn’t say anything. The cold crept in through his sleeves.

“Come back tomorrow.”

Y/n looked up at him. “To finish the project?”

He nodded once. “And maybe something else.”

She tilted her head. “Are you asking me to hang out?”

His lips curved ever so slightly. “Don’t push it.”

Y/n laughed under her breath and stepped into the car, settling into the seat with the paper bag in her lap.

Before the door shut, she looked up at him one last time.

“I’ll come back.”

Then she was gone, the car disappearing into the dark curve of the road.

Damian stood there for a moment, the lights from the manor flickering behind him, watching until the car disappeared.

And then—quietly—he turned and walked back inside.

The heavy front door shut behind her with a quiet click, the moment Y/n stepped inside, the silence of the manor slipped off her shoulders like a coat—and what was left was the stale quiet of this house. She tossed her keys in the bowl near the door, still holding the crinkled paper bag Alfred had packed for her.

The house was dim except for the soft overhead light spilling from the kitchen. The air smelled faintly of jasmine and lemon cleaner—like someone had tried too hard to make it feel like home.

“Y/n?” her mother’s voice called from down the hall. A moment later, she appeared in the doorway. Hair tied up. Slippers. Eyes tired but alert.

“Where have you been?” she asked, her tone sharper than it needed to be.

Y/n stiffened. “Working on a project. School.”

“At this hour?”

“I lost track of time,” she said quickly, already starting past her.

“Was it with that boy?” her mother asked, following her into the hallway.

Y/n turned slowly. “His name is Damian.”

Her mother crossed her arms. “And you were at his house?”

A beat passed.

Her mother stepped closer, lips pressed together. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Y/n didn’t answer—just raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Her mother swallowed. “Your father… he’s been asking to see you.”

Silence fell between them, immediate and heavy.

Y/n stood still for a moment. Then laughed once—quiet, cold. “You’re kidding.”

“He wrote again last week,” her mother continued, voice trembling at the edges. “Said he’s been trying to reach you. Through the lawyer. Through the warden. He wants to talk.”

“No,” Y/n said flatly.

“You don’t have to say anything now—”

“I’m not saying anything ever,” she cut in. Her voice didn’t rise, but it was steel. “He doesn’t get to ask for me.”

“He’s still your father—”

“No,” Y/n said again, louder this time. “He’s a man who tried to break me into something I never asked to be. And you—” she stopped, jaw clenched, forcing her voice to lower. “You watched it happen.”

Her mother’s eyes shone. “I was scared.”

“I was a child.”

The words hit hard, echoing in the quiet foyer.

Her mother wrapped her arms around herself like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “I thought… maybe it would help. Closure. Answers. I thought maybe you’d want to look him in the eye and tell him what he did to you.”

Y/n’s voice cracked, low and sharp. “I already know what he did.”

Another beat. Y/n looked down at her own hands—ink smudged, knuckles tight.

“I went years without him touching my face with anything but the back of his hand,” she whispered. “You want me to sit across a table and give him closure?”

“I want you to take back your power,” her mother said softly.

Y/n’s eyes met hers, and for once—just a second—there was something raw there. Tired. Unforgiving.

“I already did,” she murmured. “I left him behind. You should’ve done the same.”

Then, quieter, as she turned for the stairs:

“I have school tomorrow.”

Her mother didn’t stop her this time.

And when Y/n’s bedroom door closed upstairs, it didn’t slam.

But it felt like it had.

The sky over Gotham was overcast, clouds hanging low and heavy like they hadn’t made up their mind about rain yet. The school grounds buzzed with the usual half-awake chaos—students rushing in, voices rising and falling, the occasional drone of a late bell overhead.

Y/n stepped out of the car Alfred had sent. She hadn’t asked him to—but it was waiting again, same as yesterday. No driver in sight. Just a silent gesture of you’re not doing this alone.

She pulled her coat tighter around her and headed toward the main entrance. Her sketchbook, a little more worn around the corners now, was tucked under one arm. She hadn’t drawn anything since last night.

Not after that conversation.

“Morning,” came a voice from the steps.

Damian leaned against the stone railing near the school’s main doors, as if he’d been there a while. He was wearing the same uniform as everyone else, but it somehow looked sharper on him—less like a dress code and more like armor.

Y/n stopped beside him. “How early did you get here?”

“I don’t sleep much.”

She gave him a look. “Is that supposed to impress me?”

“It’s supposed to be honest.”

She smiled—barely—but it was real. “Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome.”

They stood there for a moment in comfortable silence, students streaming past them like they weren’t even there. Damian watched her closely, like he could see last night etched into her face.

“You didn’t draw,” he said quietly.

Y/n blinked. “How would you know?”

He tapped the edge of her sketchbook. “The corner’s still folded the same way as yesterday.”

Her chest tightened—not at his observation, but at the way he said it. Like it mattered.

“I wasn’t in the mood,” she said, voice quiet.

He nodded once. “You don’t have to be. Just don’t stop.”

The bell rang again—sharper this time. They didn’t move.

After a beat, Y/n said, “Let’s go before we get caught loitering again.”

They walked inside side by side, shoulders brushing once in the crowded hall.

The hallway hummed with lockers slamming shut, the low murmur of early gossip, sneakers squeaking against the tile floors. Ivy walked just a half step behind Damian, sketchbook pressed to her chest. Her eyes were still a little distant—yesterday lingered in her like a shadow that refused to lift.

“Y/n.”

The voice cut through the noise, too familiar.

She turned toward it just as Max stepped out from a cluster of students by the lockers. He had that easy, lopsided smile that always looked like he was either flirting or trying to win an argument before it started.

“I didn’t see you yesterday,” he said, walking up.

Y/n opened her mouth to respond, but before she could his eyes flicked to Damian.

Something shifted. Not obvious—just a flicker behind Max’s expression. That subtle tightening around the jaw, the way his hand flexed slightly at his side. He didn’t look directly at Damian, not at first.

Damian didn’t even blink.

“She was with me,” he said simply. Calm. Completely unbothered.

Max’s gaze snapped to him now, tone edging cooler. “Right. The new guy.”

Damian’s eyes were steady. “You’re very observant.”

Max looked back at Y/n. “So… was it a date, or?”

Y/n raised a brow, unimpressed. “It was a school project.”

“That took all day?”

“It’s a big project,” Damian said flatly, his tone giving nothing. “You might’ve heard of it if you spent more time in class.”

Max let out a breath of a laugh, but it was thin. “Right. Well, I’ll see you later, okay?”

Y/n didn’t answer. She just gave a tight nod and turned to keep walking, Damian naturally falling into step beside her.

Once they were out of earshot, Y/n exhaled. “He’s… persistent.”

“He’s irritating,” Damian corrected.

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

He gave her a sidelong look. “Should I be?”

She smiled, amused despite herself. “You’re impossible.”

“I’ve been called worse.”

They reached the classroom doors a few moments later, the buzz of the hallway dimming behind them. Inside, the other students were already gathering supplies for the assignment.

Damian reached for the handle, then paused.

“You okay?” he asked, quieter now.

Y/n hesitated. Then nodded. “Getting there.”

And with that, he opened the door and held it for her like it wasn’t a big deal.

But somehow, it was.

The classroom was quiet, the usual hum of voices dulled by focused work. Pairs of students sat at their stations with scattered materials between them—paint jars, graphite sticks, tablets, notes. Morning light filtered in through tall windows, casting wide amber streaks across the worn wood floor.

At the back of the room, Y/n sat hunched slightly over her sketchbook, one leg curled under her on the stool. Her pencil moved steadily, looping through strokes and lines—but Damian noticed it first: the way her grip tightened, the way she paused between lines just a second too long.

She was drawing, but not here.

Damian set down the drafting pen he’d been using and watched her. Quietly. Without pressure.

“Y/n,” he said, voice low enough to stay between them. “You’re somewhere else.”

Her hand slowed, hovering over the paper. A pause. Then a quiet, resigned breath.

“I talked to my mom last night,” she said, not looking at him. “She told me my father wants to see me.”

Damian didn’t react right away. He just let the silence hold. Let her decide if she wanted to keep going.

Y/n’s eyes stayed on the page, on the lines she hadn’t finished yet. “She said he’s been writing. Asking. Like he deserves to ask anything of me after everything.”

“What did you say?”

She let out a dry laugh. “No, obviously. But… it still messed me up. He’s still there, you know? In the walls. In the things I can’t stop remembering.”

She finally looked up at him.

“And she just stood by. For years. Now she wants to play the part of someone who tried.”

Damian’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t interrupt.

“I don’t know if I can forgive that. I don’t even know if I want to.”

He nodded once, steady. “You don’t owe her that. Or him. Forgiveness isn’t some moral checkbox.”

Y/n’s lips parted slightly—surprised not by the agreement, but how calm and firm it sounded from him.

“I used to think there was strength in burying things,” Damian continued, watching her. “In silence. In distance. But it just… sits inside you. Festers.”

Y/n looked down again, pencil moving faintly now, lines softer. Her voice was quieter. “So what do you do with it?”

He thought for a moment. Then said, “You let it teach you how not to become them.”

That hit her harder than she expected. She blinked, the sting behind her eyes sudden but familiar.

A moment passed, the quiet stretching between them again—but this time, it felt… easier.

Damian leaned forward slightly, his voice low but certain. “You’re not her. You’re not him. And if it means anything—I see you, Y/n. Not the version they tried to carve out of you.”

Her breath caught just a little. Then she looked back at him and smiled—soft, tired, real.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

They returned to the project—side by side, the silence now full of something else entirely.

This will be the last chapter of this story that i will be posting on tumblr if you want to read the whole thing it will be on Wattpad the next part is already up.

(My user is the same)

Taglist

@luvvvjada @urmomsbananabread @cascadingbliss @mysticalhills @420sprite @jackierose902109 @skyesayshibitchez @roxanne-loves-luffy @scribegrl @Bunnyqueen25 @deimks @rukia-uchiha-98 @strawberryereamb @deliciousfatblackcat @luvelyxp @crystalsfaith @godknows-shetried @mess-in-side @tuminetax @stvrfir3 @breadbrobin @bbiaa420 @harleycao @that-levi-kenma-kinnie @dotteeesstuff @just-reading-dany @tzzygrnt @blodmichii2 @solaris-lovegood @4araneia @ballerina-mina @notsaelty @sexyashbish @timmy-27 @xoxolexiiiiii @Amoyanani27 @tigerf-cker @punkinshambles @evilcado @huening-ly @asteria33 @icpwhoopwhoop @space-jester

Add yourself to my taglist here

[wetbatinthenight]

What if reader got also an older brother, that did get the yandere genes from Daddy Dearest, would dad let the brother have some control over reader too? Or would he ne so overbearing on the brother too, not trusting reader with them?

Hope you are having a good day!-🐦‍⬛

anon, you are speaking my language! this is actually kind of touching on a concept (au?) I will be eventually writing about? It’s been taking up my head so when I have actually time, I will be writing that :)

I will give a a small snippet of my ideas for that if that’s okay! now in this version, the personality of dad changes. you were not the first product of their love!

I imagine this dad to be rougher, more ruthless, and more strict. he is also more delusional. the way you grew up, now with dad and his goons (your siblings), you aren’t as emotional fragile as regular you is. you are instead more emotionally volatile. you are stuck with these more intense personalities in your home. which are increasingly not caring about your boundaries. when you have your slow realization of the behavior of your family, you just feel more anger, frustration. your parents didn’t dote on you and spoil you in the way it all happened in the regular timeline. you have less coping skills, and struggle more to express yourself. your siblings and everyone else get to leave “normally” and it makes you just stew in your negative feelings.

now, for the brother! yes, your dad definitely treats your siblings differently. they have responsibility over you, and it makes you even more frustrated. why do you have to be treated so differently? he trusts your siblings (all different levels), to handle you and your needs. the have all been raised to be that way. they are older than you and when you were born, that all kicked in. they are raised with the protective mindset of your dad. he can’t keep a constant eye on all of you, so you need to look out for one another. but that’s mostly up to them, not you. he feels at a more peace of mind when it comes to them.

your dad is hard on them, and still a bit hard on you. he changes after having so many kids. there is more to worry about, possibilities and people to get rid of and take care of. it hardens him.

your siblings are all obsessed with you. are they willing to take life? probably, but the circumstances differ. they will make the right choices, it just isn’t up to you. your dad holds them to high expectations, they better not fail.

no, don’t get it twisted. he is also obsessed with the others, just not in the infantilizing way it is with you. he wants to best of them, he wants you all to succeed. and you will, because he will make sure of it. he is still paranoid, and is all over the others, just in a more conventional way.

anyway, he trusts them to be with you and take care of you. he raised them that way, he won’t expect anything less from them.

now, regular dad? chances are if you have an older brother, you are raised closely, you were both coddled. and news flash, clingy as hell. he wasn’t you with and by him all the time and will use his “older brother status” to hang out and be with him. he takes more after your mom :) he is soft and sweet but isn’t afraid to get strict if he needs you. he is a more funny and relatable version of your parents :)

[dandelionsresilience]

I’m rlly hope im not bothering u but i just…need an ear to listen/a shoulder to cry on.

I’m so exhausted. Idk if I’ll even be able to play Minecraft anymore due to everything going on which sucks cuz this game was a huge part of my childhood and brought me a bit of peace after the election last year when I started playing to distract myself i haven’t played it for awhile ago even before the BDS announced the boycott. I keep seeing ppl that it’s still fine to play the game offline and just not spend any money on it(which is something I am doing and do plan on 🏴‍☠️ the movie) and seeing ppl saying they opposite which is making me super confused and being scared to death to even touch the game and for all we know Palestine probably won’t be free in my lifetime(or never) along with Microsoft not pulling out of supporting isreal, sellers for jfashion and anime merch I like have stopped shipping to the US and idk how long it’ll be temporary for or if it’ll be forever, Trump says he wants to run for a third term, everything keeps getting more expensive, I now have to fear ghe possibility getting round up and thrown into a camp/asylum and or be experimented on or killed thanks to RFK jr making a few disease tracking thingy for autism, and I know I need to hold onto hope and keep fighting but everything overall just keeps getting so much more worse and not better and everyday I resent anti voters and third party voters who willingly chose not to vote blue and refusing to prevent all of this from happening(even if Trump did cheat theyre still asswipes)…

I can’t believe I have to share the same planet with these wastes of oxygen. I’m so exhausted..I’m so tired..part of me wishes I should’ve died on election night cuz at least then I wouldn’t be going through this endless loop of pain and despair and watching as everything slowly crumbles around me. I just want it all to end. I’m so tired. I’m tired seeing everything fall apart with nothing improving whatsoever majorly. Why did my parents bring me into this world? I wish i hadn’t been born at all

thank you for reaching out! it’s completely normal to feel afraid and hopeless under these circumstances, you’re definitely not alone in that. I’m so sorry it’s affecting you like this. the thing I’m good at online is providing resources, so for a more sympathetic shoulder to cry on, please consider contacting a “warmline” - like a hotline, but for less urgent situations.

“the primary ask from organizers [of the Microsoft boycott] is to help deprive Microsoft of revenue.” simply playing a game that you already own does not generate revenue, as long as you avoid microtransactions. don’t give them money, and if it doesn’t have ads, you’re good. they literally don’t even know if you’re playing offline, so there’s no possible way they could benefit. plus, I would argue that if participating in a boycott would harm you (eg. making you “scared to death” to play a game you love), the difference one individual will make to the cause does not outweigh your personal wellbeing - but again, just playing the game is compliant with the boycott’s goal of impeding revenue

for merch that’s no longer sold in the US, you can try Etsy, thrift shops, or making your own.

as an Autistic person myself, I’m also worried about what RFK’s statements could lead to. I would recommend that anyone not yet diagnosed should postpone seeking diagnosis until after this administration and its policies end, just to be on the safe side. while diagnosis can of course be beneficial, the only “treatment” that many insurance companies will cover is ABA, which is known to be abusive and traumatizing (TW the latter link is upsetting, just sharing for those who don’t know), and most accommodations that diagnosis would legally entitle you to can be requested more informally, especially in a school/university setting (despite my diagnosis, my college refused to officially give me any of the accommodations my psychiatrist recommended, but I got most of what I needed by speaking to individual professors). As for what to do about it, you can get involved with Autistic advocacy groups like ASAN (they have a tumblr too), AASPIRE, or the Autism Society

in response to your last paragraph, I seriously urge you to PLEASE call a hotline - there are people who are trained to listen and help - and get therapy if you can. despair is a natural response to everything that’s happening, but you’re more important than all of that. I’ve been there; the worst of it for me was around a decade ago now, and in the last few years I’ve genuinely felt hope. it really, truly, does get so much better, as long as you’re here to see it.

focus small, on yourself and your family. 1. what’s good about this exact moment? for me, it’s beautiful weather out and I get to see the new leaves coming in on all the trees. 2. what can you do to make right now just a little bit better? if I weren’t at work, I might get a cup of tea to enjoy in the sun. 3. if you feel up to it, what can you do right now to make tomorrow a little better? maybe when I get home I’ll wash a couple dishes so I can drink from a clean cup in the morning; on a somewhat longer timescale, I garden - check out my dirt (I promise there’s seeds in there lmao) - and this gives me hope.

[supermarine-silvally]

🌠 + Yara!! -🍂

🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could?

Jumbo OC Ask Game

Yara didn't really have any friends growing up lol she would sometimes play with the other orphaned girls at the convent but she didn't end up becoming super close with any of them. They just found her kinda weird and off-putting so she ended up getting excluded most of the time. The person she was closest to at the convent was Sister Martha, the librarian, who was always kind to her and showed her new books she thought would pique her interest.

The first person who ever called Yara a "friend" was Thatch. She was so surprised by it and a little bit confused as to why he would want to be friends with her (he's like twice her age and a fearsome Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, after all), but he just smiled and said that now that they're on the same ship, they should be friends.

She lost contact with pretty much everyone at the convent. That was mostly Cipher Pol's fault, though. Yara can't exactly return. She's a wanted criminal now. It'll put everyone in danger. (In the montage of random civilians before Ace's execution in episode 459 or 460, there's a nun praying on a seaside cliff in the Grand Line and I headcanon that she's one of the girls Yara grew up with).

[heartorbit]

i just wanted to draw the ave mujica outfits .