#and if anyone else gets offended on my behalf and says something. well that's not technically my fault now is it

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

i think it's soooo fucked up that people can be racist to u at work and make decisions for your career based off of that and u just have to ignore them : ]

[awearywritersworld]

the day of my execution

sukuna x reader summary: gojo, yuuji, and sukuna discuss what happened at the store. sukuna begins to consider your mortality like never before and takes care of you when you're sick. w/c: 2.7k tags/warnings: fluff. mentions of attempted kidnapping. banter. reader has the flu. aged up!yuuji. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. a/n: sorry for disappearing for so long, but here is the long awaited next chapter. i've put a second a/n at the end, so i hope you'll read it. please excuse me talking out of my ass trying to rationalize my application of jujutsu, but if gege does it, so can i. i hope it kind of makes sense though. series masterlist // masterlist

truthfully, yuuji expects his wednesday morning to be as uneventful as any other, but when he stands in front of the bathroom sink to brush his teeth, his eyes are not the only ones staring back at him.

"what d'ya want?" he groans. "it's too early for this."

"we need to talk."

sukuna doesn't give his vessel a chance to respond before he begins recounting the events of the previous night, a story which has yuuji's face cycling between surprise, worry, and dismay. "the man claimed someone sent him?"

"that's what i said," sukuna responds impatiently.

"why would anyone be after her? i don't understand."

"would it kill you to use your brain for once?" sukuna questions, having had the entirety of the night to ponder the situation. "think, idiot. who would be interested in using her in some ploy? against you. against... us."

yuuji's eyes widen. "the higher ups?

"no one else would be so brazen."

it strikes sukuna as ironic that just days after he relayed the cruelness he endured at the hands of jujutsu society's higher ups a millenia ago, you too almost became one of their victims. it's a reality that he despises.

"i should call gojo—"

"that is out of the question."

"do you want to keep her safe or not?"

sukuna scoffs. "this is how we keep her safe. if the higher ups are after her, we can't trust other sorcerers."

yuuji almost seems offended on gojo's behalf. after all, he's known him for the better part of a decade. "i'd trust gojo with my life."

"well this isn't your life we're talking about. this is much more important."

yuuji chuckles. "i know. that's exactly why we need help."

before sukuna can protest, yuuji's dialing his old sensei and asking to meet somewhere they can speak privately.

that's how they end up at a small bakery on the outskirts of tokyo, sukuna relaying the story for the second time that morning.

once he finishes, gojo leans back in his chair and folds his hands behind his head. "well, i don't think you're wrong about the higher ups being involved."

"so what are we supposed to do?" yuuji asks. "they might use her to get to me, but you don't think the higher ups would actually put her life in danger, do you?"

though yuuji's question is directed toward gojo, it isn't him that answers.

"you're as naive as ever," sukuna scoffs. "they'll stop at nothing to achieve their own ends."

gojo grimaces, a silent agreement with the assertion. "i can do some poking around, see who ordered it to be done."

"and what exactly is that going to do? there's no reasoning with them."

"a fact i am well aware of," the white haired man narrows his eyes at the king of curses. "but there is leverage in power, something i happen to have more of than anybody—"

"almost anybody—"

"so as the strongest, i'll take care of this as soon as i can."

"hey, um, so as productive as all the dick measuring is," yuuji interrupts. "it doesn't keep her safe in the meantime."

"i have an idea in that regard," sukuna says. "it's an ancient practice, and while it doesn't offer any protective measures, it will allow me to find her if they make another attempt like last night."

gojo leans forward, clearly interested to hear more.

"i can imbue a talisman with a part of myself and if she wears it, it will act as a beacon for her location."

"with part of yourself? as in, your cursed energy?" yuuji speculates. "wouldn't that do more harm than good? attract cursed spirits and whatever?"

"no, i'm not a fool. it's not cursed energy."

sukuna is hesitant to clarify further. he'd done something similar when creating his fingers, but it was different then. it was a selfish endeavor to preserve his life long after it was his time to die. it was a dark sort of jujutsu, one meant only to bring destruction.

but intention is important in sorcery. it can change the very essence of the practice.

for the first time in his life, sukuna is acting selflessly, concerned only with your protection. it's a pure sort of jujutsu this time around, one that allows him to impart a piece of himself that isn't tainted by cursed energy.

and because of that, that part of him would be unprotected. it'd leave him uniquely vulnerable. it's a steep and dangerous measure. that's why the practice had been forgotten long before the modern age.

"then what could it possibly be?" it's quiet for a moment as yuuji's question hangs in the air.

"it's your soul, isn't it?" the disbelief lacing gojo's voice is quite plain, but he's heard whispers of such techniques. "you'd give her a piece of your soul."

sukuna's never been one for unfinished business, so it's no surprise when he finds himself on the couch, intent on finishing the stranger. besides, it had become clear he'd been focusing on the wrong aspects of the book when he first began reading it.

he's three chapters from the end when he hears a loud shatter from the kitchen, followed by a sharp gasp. the broken glass hasn't even finished sliding across the floor before he's at your side.

"what happened?" the alarm in his voice doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"nothing, nothing," you assure him. "i just dropped my cup."

crouching down, you reach for one of the bigger pieces before your hand is swiftly smacked away. "don't."

"it's fine. it's only a little glass."

when you reach for it again, he grabs your wrist. "you troublesome little thing. do you ever listen?"

"i don't make a habit of it."

"i know. the question was rhetorical."

sukuna's already noticed the shards of glass surrounding your bare feet, so he wastes no time in picking you up and placing you on the countertop.

"don't move." he says it in such a way that, for once, you don't even think about disobeying him.

he all but stomps out of the room, returning moments later with a broom and dust pan. there's a small smile playing on your lips as you watch him gather the larger pieces before sweeping up the rest.

and you know, it's really not fair. sukuna could even call it a cosmic injustice, the way he has to worry about broken glass and fragile fingertips.

but he likes you and he likes the pads of your fingers, particularly the way they feel against his skin and run through his hair, so he swallows his pride.

it's been consuming him lately— the fact that you are just as easily broken as the glass that littered the kitchen tile. he never considered just how many ways there are for a human to die until you were nearly taken from him.

so once he's done, he rests the broom and dustpan against the wall and stands in front of you, his hips situated between your knees.

reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a necklace and your mouth falls open in shock. a delicate chain is threaded around his fingers, while its ruby pendant dangles in the air. "i want you to have this."

"what.. what is it?"

he snorts. "you don't know what a necklace is?"

you let out a breath of a laugh. "of course i do. i'm just surprised."

you hold up your palm and he places the necklace there gently. inspecting the gem, you notice it bears a striking resemblance to the color of his eyes.

strangely, it's almost as if it's heavier than it should be— like it's weighed down by some importance beyond your comprehension.

"it's beautiful," you tell him honestly. "are you sure?"

"sure of what?"

"that i should have it."

he pauses before responding, taking in the way you're so gingerly holding it. he's scared you've realized what he's actually giving you. that you're repulsed by it.

he's hesitant when he asks, "why would you think otherwise?"

"i didn't do anything to deserve something like this."

sukuna breathes a sigh of relief. "you are ever the fool."

his hands find your hips, pulling you off the counter and onto your feet. he plucks the necklace from your hand, then shifts to stand behind you.

moving your hair to the side, his fingers brush lightly against your skin. "the necklace is undeserving of adorning your neck. not the other way around."

and he knows it's the truth. a piece of him, attached to a creature so lovely she should be out of his reach... well, that's just unseemly, isn't it?

"but promise me something anyway."

"anything," you say without delay.

he situates the chain around your neck, the pendant lying in the space where your collarbones meet, and fastens the clasp. when you turn to face him, you're met with an alarmingly grave expression.

"promise you won't ever take it off."

you fiddle with the ruby somewhat nervously, feeling as if you're missing some important piece of the puzzle.

you nod in response to his request, but it isn't enough for him.

"say it."

"i promise."

he can see that you're biting back questions, so he explains, "if you're wearing that, i'll always know where to find you."

it finally dawns on you, for the first time, how much the incident at the store truly affected him. it's not the way he ended those men that clued you in, nor is it the way he pleaded with you to forgive him.

it happens in this moment. it's the gentleness of his voice, despite his underlying desperation. it's the way he's watching you carefully, as if you're likely to disappear. it's the fact he wouldn't let you clean up a mess of your own making, because he can't stand the thought of seeing you bleed.

"i... i don't know what to say."

"well, that's a first."

"shut up," you punch his shoulder. "you're ruining the moment."

"right, my bad," he chuckles and glances down at the gemstone. "do you like it?"

you let out a breath. "of course. i love it."

he smiles at your words— soft and genuine— truly a rare sight. "good."

you notice that he's looking at you. really looking at you. his eyes shift away from yours and over to each of your temples. then down to your nose. your mouth. even your chin.

he takes in every detail and he feels like he's in your debt simply for gazing at your countenance.

you almost regret it when your hands curl around the collar of his shirt and pull his lips to yours. you should have savored his smile, spent time committing it to memory.

although, that's soon forgotten as you feel the curve of his mouth deepen while his lips move against yours.

it isn't until day three of your ceaseless coughing and sneezing that sukuna adds them to his list— broken glass, fragile fingertips, coughs, and sniffles.

his concern is clear from the way he dotes on you. he brings you cold cloths, makes you tea, massages your neck, runs you baths.

now he's on his way to a twenty four hour pharmacy to pick up more medicine to reduce your fever, and while it's only a block away, he's still doing it alone.

but not even for a moment does he consider running off to burn the world's largest city to the ground. the streets are crawling with people, but he finds himself avoiding them more than anything.

he has to get back to you after all.

the only thought on his mind other than you is the ending of the stranger. the main character, while awaiting his beheading from his prison cell, conveys his final words to readers:

for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, i opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. finding it so much like myself— so like a brother, really— i felt that i had been happy and that i was happy again. for everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, i had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators on the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

in sukuna's first life, perhaps this line would have resonated with him. it was a life where he had resolved himself to the idea that nothing really mattered, because the alternative was too painful. it didn't matter that jujutsu society betrayed him. it didn't matter that he stole people's lives out from under them. it didn't matter that he was alone.

and while he would have never surrendered himself to execution, if that had been his fate, he would have preferred to go out surrounded by living reminders of all he had accomplished. surrounded by all the people he had ruined.

however, when he imagines such an occurrence happening in his present life, there is only one face throughout the entire crowd and it belongs to you.

the very thought makes him sick with grief.

looking up, he realizes that there are no stars in tokyo anymore, that there is no feeling of indifference when it comes to you, and that there is no happiness to be had when you are not by his side.

he knows he'll never shed another drop of innocent blood if it means you'll always have that look of adoration in your eyes when your gaze falls on him.

so his trip to the pharmacy is short and hurried.

opening your apartment door, he's careful to be quiet in case you're sleeping, but he finds you peering at him from the couch.

your hair is disheveled. there's a sheen of sweat across your forehead. your eyes are beyond tired. your shirt is wrinkled.

you're still the most pleasing thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"you're back," you rasp.

"i'm back," he affirms, slipping off his shoes.

you sit up and quickly regret it, your hand coming to rest against your stomach. "god, i feel like i'm gonna puke."

"charming."

you use all your strength to throw a pillow at him, which he easily catches before tossing something small in your direction— a ginger chew to help with the nausea.

you unwrap it and pop it in your mouth. "thanks."

he hums in response, settling down in the spot beside you. once he pulls the medicine from the bag, it's followed by two bottles. "got you these, too."

recognizing them as your favorite drink, your exhausted and delirious brain makes your eyes well up with grateful tears. "you're so sweet."

"yeah, whatever. don't get used to it."

"but you are. you're sweet and kind, except i'm the only one who knows it," you pause before continuing, your head falling onto his shoulder. "why is that?"

he contemplates denying that he possesses any such quality, but decides against it. "you're the only one who's ever cared to know."

he can feel the heat of your temple through his shirt, so he opens the box of fever reducers and pops out two tablets before handing them to you. "take these. you're burning up."

you do as he says without protest. standing up and stretching your arms above your head, sukuna's eyes wander to where your shirt rides up and reveals your stomach.

"c'mon, let's go to bed," you yawn.

he follows after you wordlessly, carelessly pulling off his shirt and climbing into bed beside you. curling up against his side, your head comes to rest on his chest and it's quiet for a few passing moments.

"you can't see the stars from tokyo anymore."

"what?" you ask sleepily.

"the stars. there's too much light to see them from here."

"oh, yeah. we can take a trip to the mountains soon. you can see them pretty well from there."

"i'll hold you to that."

and so with the promise of a beautiful night sky, with the company of someone who means the world to him, and with the feeling of your body pressed against his— sukuna feels that he had been happy and that he was happy again.

a/n 2: hey! so i'm sorry again for stopping updates without really saying anything. i think i just needed to step away from tumblr and writing for a while because i was getting a bit overwhelmed. i was also a little unsure about the direction of this chapter. i was struggling to incorporate the necklace part without it seeming cheesy or weird. that being said, thanks as always to everyone for your support of this series. it's really heartwarming and much appreciated. if you have any feedback, i'd love to hear! i'm not sure when the next update will be, but i'll do my best to keep you guys posted. all my love - m<3

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[cator99]

Yesterday I overheard Pins Girl loudly gabbing abt how much time she spends talking to chatgpt which was not a thing I thought people did but she was conveying this information to couchbound ftm because she got upset when it said something fatphobic and wouldn't apologize properly no matter what prompt she gave it and it kept saying "I know you're offended but..." so she repeatedly told it to apologize properly without using the word "offended" but it was like "it sounds like you're offended" I am absolutely bewildered but I'm glad she has this outlet because if she cant redirect this energy towards a non sentient thing then it just gets doled out at the people around her like the time I made a joke in the house chat and used the word "bombed" in a colloquial sense and she got all People Are Literally Dying From Bombs Right Now Tyler and I apologized and she gave me the silent treatment for a week before someone else in the house told me on her behalf that she didnt find my apology sufficiently grovellingand that it was very racism of me to not Take More Accountability for what I said so I wrote a more lengthy apology that was actually very sincere (an old housemate who is black and doesnt like her heard about the issue and took it upon himself to feed me some Pins Girl Appeasing Lines for me to implement as well just in case me trying to Heart To Heart it out with her wasn't enough lmao) and believe it or not that was recieved very much worse lol and that's whatever but the big thing right now though is that I've been contemplating how I'm gonna approach the conversation with the landlord about her recently breaching the lease conditions because yep I've already set that in motion and requested that the conversation stay between us which the landlord is totally game for because she's just about had it with these people the thing it that due to Pins Girl's lack of consideration and foresight she has managed to concoct a situation that when (not if) the landlord finds out, well, its curtains for zoosha. I want to make it very clear that I had nothing to do with this nonsense. It's not that I think anyone should be evicted however I have finally reached housing stability for the first time in my life and am pretty invested in saving my own ass here. The situation was preventable and entirely unnecessary but these people have very early-20s ideas about resisting authoritay even if that means potentially screwing over other broke people. I suppose this is of less concern to her now that she's on government assistance but girl I am working my ass off here not to get homeless again I've had enough

[blazinghotfoggynights]

This fandom is turning into a madhouse!

Why? 😢

What is all the arguing about? Why are fans taking sides in multiple standoffs. How are these wars starting?

What I have to say may not be well-received by some sides in the numerous boxing matches active in this fandom right now, but I'm going to say my piece. 🤷‍♀️ I am not responsible for white-hot rage, tears, or epiphanies that you don't want. So, proceed at your own risk. Or whatever.

Buddie vs BuckTommy

BuckTommy fans, Buddie fans were not seeing things. Those characters were written as being pulled into each other's orbits and it was more than platonic. It wasn't blatant, and it has been hinted it couldn't be due to the network. Even now, with Eddie and Buck being in relationships, and Eddie somehow being in multiple, they are still using Buddie to promote the show. If they are not going to happen, then why the use that to get ratings? That is the definition of baiting.

Buddie fans, BuckTommy is canon. They may not last or they may be endgame. We won't know until it happens. Why lose your mind over fictional characters that one man controls? It's simple. If you feel they played the Buddie card only to put Eddie in a mess of epic proportions and make Buck become Evan Buckley-Kinard, tune out and keep fanfic alive. Do you know how many fandoms have followed that process? If Tommy was brought back just as a plot device, then it's not much better than baiting.

You know what would be hilarious? Buck meets a third person, falls in love, and marries them.

It would shut both sides down if it was a woman. (I may have a petty streak and if I were in charge, I could see making it Taylor or Abby.)😈🤣(Maybe then the warring factions could call a truce over tears and beers.)

Tommy Kinard was not a good guy. That's not delusion. That's canon.

BuckTommy fans, the character of Tommy Kinard has done multiple problematic things, and the writers are not addressing any of it. Telling people to get over it is not cool. Being closeted or confused is no excuse for calling Chimney the delivery guy and Hen the b-word. He was actively and willingly participating is some of the worst forms of bullying someone can experience. He wasn't a teenager who was just trying to fit in. He was a grown man. No excuses for his behavior are acceptable and, in the real world, you would be hard-pressed to find his victims forgiving him. They would not be his friends.

I can see why women, especially black women and LGBTQ women, and non-white men, especially Asian men, would say they don't like how his past transgressions are being ignored. He was openly racist and misogynist. That is canon. Nothing was misunderstood or misinterpreted. Tommy was a d*ck.

If you watch how Lou is portraying Tommy, there are indications that what we saw in season 2 is a part of his personality. The lack of discussion about his past could be intentional because it may come up in the future.

How has no one noticed how he speaks to Buck sometimes? Maybe I am just older than most in the fandom and have experienced a lot more, but there are things about Tommy Kinard's behavior that don't seem very...nice. The way he speaks to Buck sometimes is like he is dismissing what he thinks or feels. Sometimes he seems to be speaking to Buck as if he is a child. I was offended on Buck's behalf.

The biggest CAUTION sign so far was when he admitted he is jealous of the 118. What? That doesn't even make sense! Think about it. Tommy went out of his way to make the 118 hostile toward anyone who wasn't a het white male. When Bobby took over and changed the culture, he brought respect and openness which cultivated the friendship, and eventual love, that created the family the 118 is now. Tommy could have easily come out to the team under Bobby, apologized, and began building the bridges he burned. But he did not.

Tommy chose his side but now he is jealous of the work Bobby put in to clean up Gerrard's mess? Could it be something else giving his jealousy life? Could Tommy be resentful that the exclusive, prejudice environment he happily embraced, and helped keep in place, under Gerrard disappeared and because an inclusive tight-knit family created from the outcasts?

That is a very real possibility and if that is the case, it says a lot about Tommy Kinard and could lead to an interesting arc in the remainder of season 7 and season 8.

Eddie Diaz is not a bad guy.

I think Eddie has been teetering on the edge for many seasons. TBH, I am surprised he has been as stable as he has for this long. That man is walking meatsuit full of trauma.

People who are mentally stable and have healthy coping skills do not join underground fighting rings, smash their bedrooms, or ask relative strangers to watch his child and move in. There have been many indications for multiple seasons that Eddie is not in a good place but keeping it together for the sake of his son.

I do not think Eddie is trying to hurt anyone at all. I think he is trying to claw his way out of some hell his mind has had him in for a long time.

That man needs to be taken to the nearest inpatient facility and admitted. (If you are thinking of making a negative comment stigmatizing mental health awareness or treatment, reconsider, choose not to, and move along. Mental health is just as important as physical.)

Eddie Diaz is in no condition to be in a relationship with anyone except a therapist right now.

Whether you want Buddie, Eddie/Marisol, or Eddie/Wife's Ghost, if you want to see anyone with this guy right now, I have to ask you if you are feeling okay.

Remember how Eddie's parents didn't want him dragging Christopher down with him? Right now, it looks like Eddie's carefully, barely held together existence is going to go boom. Anyone in the blast radius is in danger. The only dates Edmundo Diaz should be having is at least three times weekly and begin with a mental health professional asking him if he has something he wants to talk about.

Evan "Buck" Buckley is a grown ass man. Stop infantalizing him! They even do it on the show.

I can't be the only one who sometimes forgets that thick mountain of a man is not a young twenty-something just wandering out into the world.

He's in his thirties. He's been in therapy. He's grown. He has to do what all of us adults do: Make decisions, wait to find out what happens, and deal with the consequences.

Say it with me: Buck is not a baby.

No one who has any real knowledge is going to tell fandom what the future holds for the show.

Who doesn't get that?

There are unhinged fans on every side of every current fight.

If you are attacking actors, writers, producers, networks, or anyone else, I have to wonder if you should be in a room next to Eddie after someone who loves him takes him where he should go.

That type of behavior used to get you a room with soft walls and a free jacket that left you in a permahug.

You can make anything you want happen with the characters.

It's call fanfiction and AO3 is wonderful. If there is a great story that hasn't been told, get on Word, Docs, Libre, or whatever you have and start making it a reality!

Authors have major support and respect from the fans.

If writing isn't your thing, but you are great at prompts and don't mind authors taking your prompts and creating stories, find a way to share them!

There are positive ways to channel your eyerolls, frustration, anger, or whatever. Draw fanart. Write fic. Write ideas and throw them at those who draw fanart and write fanfic.

To the whole fandom: CHILL! PLEASE!

I don't want to watch another fandom I enjoy implode. I don't want to see other fandoms assume everyone in this fandom is in need of the soft room and permahug fashion I mentioned earlier.

Been there, done that.

At the end of the day, everyone needs to remember:

It's not real.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

“Why Ikkaku Ships LawNa” TED Talk

Stepping onto the stage, Ikkaku was dressed fairly professionally. A crisp black blazer, pencil skirt, and oddly enough, glasses she did not need in the slightest. Adjusting those glasses, she cleared her throat before unbuttoning the blazer to reveal a t-shirt underneath, LAW X NAMI 4 EVER printed in bold black letters over a yellow heart.

“So. Trafalgar Law and ‘Cat Thief’ Nami. Allies. Friends? No, lovers. That’s right, Law and Nami are banging. But they’re doing more than just that, aren’t they? Nami’s sunk her claws into him while Law’s stolen her heart. Or maybe it’s the other way around? Either way, it’s undoubtedly one of the best things to ever happen to my captain.”

Staring out at the audience, Ikkaku continued, “I’m sure many of you are asking ‘how the fuck do those two work?!’ Well, I can understand how you small-minded fools could think that. He’s a grumpy bastard while she’s a greedy minx. He loves doing horrible experiments while she loves conning people out of their money. But you only think that way because you aren’t looking very hard at them, are you?” She took a sip of water, paying no mind to the people who grumbled or tried to leave.

Yeah, good luck with that. She had the other Hearts barricade the doors. No one was leaving until she said so.

“That’s why I’m here; to educate the masses on why these two work. So let’s get started, shall we? We’ll start with the surface reasons. Nami is more than just a ten; she’s an eleven, just like Law. She’s drop-dead gorgeous and yeah maybe it’s shallow to say but I think Law deserves someone as pretty as him. They are very aesthetically pleasing as a pair, and it makes my inner fashionista happy to see them getting dressed up and looking damn fine when they go out together.

“But she’s more than just good looks. No, this girl is everything I think Law needs in a partner. She’s his intellectual equal. Seriously, she’s one of three people on the Thousand Sunny that Law can have an actual conversation with about hundreds of different topics. Politics, history, weather, science, economics, culture, she even knows a little bit about basic medicine so he can talk to her about his work without getting a completely blank look in response. She’s also wily as fuck. Like, her deviousness rivals his at points and that is damn impressive. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who can get the better of Law, even for something as simple as stealing a wallet? And even fewer people he likes enough to not plot murderous revenge against. Just petty payback. It’s great to watch.”

Had it been anyone else, perhaps Ikkaku would have been offended on her captain’s behalf that someone would be bold enough to even attempt to pickpocket him, but Nami was a rare, extremely endearing exception. A woman who had managed to capture his attention and can keep him on his toes was exactly the kind of woman she could picture Law falling for.

“Next, she’s also a great balance to his personality. I’m not blind to the fact that my captain is a fucking grumpy ass and a bastard. All dark and edgy and full of spite towards the world. Nami’s not quite pure sunshine but she’s bright, you know? She’s gone through some shit too but is still smiling despite that. Still fighting to achieve her dream. Kind of a warm summer sunbeam to counteract his winter gust of wind if you want to get poetic about it. But she’s also not totally innocent. She’s done some dark shit for the sake of survival. You don’t spend years working for the man who murdered your mother for the sake of freeing your village without doing some morally questionable things. Yeah, not nearly as bad as Law has but she’s still got a bit of darkness balance out the brightness. I think someone who was too much joy and sunshine would utterly repulse a cynic like Law. Gotta have a bit of both. But she’s definitely more light than dark which is what he needs.

“And then there’s the fact that she doesn’t stand for his bullshit. She’s willing to call him out when he’s being too much of a bastard or a stubborn ass. Law needs more people who care about him enough to do that. I can’t always be the one pointing out when he’s being an ass. It’s nice to have someone I can tag in to take over an argument when I need a breather.”

One could argue that was a somewhat selfish reason, and perhaps it was just a little, but Ikkaku would stand by her statement. Hell, having a second person willing to come in and tell him off was a good thing for all parties. It was easier to ignore the scolding from his engineer after all these years, so a second opinion telling him he was being reckless or not taking proper care of himself might actually manage to convince him to do what was best.

“But I think the biggest thing that makes them work is that Nami understands Law in a way I don’t think anyone else really can. She’s told me about what her life was like before Straw Hat saved her, and Law finally spilled his guts to us after Dressrosa. It’s impossible not to see the parallels, even if their stories are kind of opposites. Like, both of them became pirates at a young age and were forced to deal with the guilt that came from the death of a beloved parental figure sacrificing themselves for them. Both were haunted by the shadow of that murderer throughout their lives until Straw Hat stepped in and kicked their ass. So, they can relate to each other in ways I don’t think others really can. Not even me and the crew.

The thing is, Nami’s gotten closure in a way that Law hasn’t. She’s learned to let go and even forgive a little. To smile with all her heart and keep moving forward with her life. So I think Nami’s really fucking good for him because she’s an example of what he can be. She went through a hell that wasn’t totally unlike his, but she came out the other side with a smile despite it all. Hell, you could even argue that she went through something even worse than Law, since he at least didn’t have to work under the person he hated the most through most of his life. I think if their situations were switched, neither would have survived.”

Ikkaku gave a sigh. “Straw Hat kicking Doflamingo’s ass isn’t the closure Law needed, and anyone who thinks it is doesn’t know my captain. He spent ten years plotting to kill that man. To burn down his empire and destroy him in every way he could think of just to ensure the man truly suffered. And yeah, the pink bastard’s in jail now and no longer ruling Dressrosa, but this was never about freeing a kingdom or putting the bad guy away. This was about revenge. Revenge Law was willing to die for. Straw Hat may have beaten him, but it wasn’t the victory Law needed. It wasn’t like what he did for Nami. Yet while I know Law’s never going to fully get that same peace Nami has so long as Joker is still alive, but I still think it’s important for him to see that there is life after the pain. That if Nami can get through it, so can he. I feel that because she’s gone through something similar, she can kinda…get through to him in a way we never could.”

There was a pause as Ikkaku looked out at the audience. Some had begun to nod while others were looking at her skeptically. Understandably, really, as she was a rather biased party, but thankfully she had come prepared for this argument. Helped that she’d had it with Law himself once.

“Now, before anyone thinks this is just me projecting what I want for Law onto Nami, I think he’s good for her, too. Don’t get me wrong, I know she loves her crew, but that girl is surrounded by the likes of Straw Hat, Zoro, Franky, and Brook 24/7. She needs someone on her intellectual level she can talk to. Someone who understands the difficulties of running a ship and that she can bounce ideas off of. Law can advise her on the quartermaster duties I know she takes on and how to run things most efficiently. Someone who can appreciate her sexiness without becoming a drooling mess and who doesn’t fall for her seduction tactics too easily. Hell, I think he can turn the tables and seduce her right back!

“On top of that, you know how I said she can help him get closure for his past? Well, I think Law’s good for her in that he can understand the anger and frustration she must have felt while working for that Arlong bastard. He understands her pain in a way not even Straw Hat could. And, let’s be honest, the guy’s not actually dead. If he ever got out, I feel like Law’s kind of the ideal guy to go to for help. He’d understand why she needs revenge and could get her to him no problem. Luffy of course gets first dibs because he’s her captain, but if Nami wants Arlong dead instead of just beaten to a pulp, well, Law can sure as fuck make him suffer before finally crushing his heart in his bare hands.”

The morbidity of the image had a few people cringing, but Ikkaku merely adjusted her glasses and smiled. “Law’s also good for Nami in that he’ll protect her with his life. The man doesn’t let people into his heart easily but when he loves, it’s like a force of nature. It’s powerful. He would bring the world to its knees for her. There’s also pretty much nothing he won’t do to save her if she’s sick or injured. He’ll protect her, heal her, give her the world if she asked it. And doesn’t she deserve that?

“Speaking of giving her stuff, Law is ideal for Nami because he can give her pretty much anything material she might want. Do you have any idea how much treasure is at the bottom of the sea? We Hearts have basically the whole ocean floor at our disposal, with all the sunken treasure, rare materials, and relics of lost cities we can get our hands on. Law’s loaded. And anything he couldn’t buy for Nami, he could steal with his powers. I doubt she’d even have to ask. Just point and it would be in her hands. It would be worth the cost or trouble to keep her happy.”

Glancing at the clock, Ikkaku decided it was about time to wrap this up. If she kept her captive audience, well, captive for too long, people might start asking questions. Like where the person who was originally going to be giving a presentation had disappeared to. Or they might do something extra stupid, like call the Marines to come arrest the Heart Pirates. That would be so awkward and annoying.

“The most important thing, though, is just that Law’s happy around her. He softens in a way that I usually only see with the crew. And I think he makes her happy, too. I know he’ll insist this is just a fling, but I honestly can see this working out for the long term. Mostly because I don’t think either one would try to pin the other down. Neither is going to be leaving their crews for the other, and that’s ok! They don’t actually need to be together all the time for things to work. They can be apart in person but together in spirit. Nami can continue to work towards her dream of making a map of the world while Law continues exploring the ocean with us. Nami’s incredibly loyal and like I said, once you’re in Law’s heart you’re not getting out, so I can’t see their feelings fading or anything just because they don’t see each other for a while. Hell, I think it’ll be good for them since the distance means they’ll appreciate their reunions more and won’t be smothering each other. And I’m sure Law would let her come along with us for a bit anytime she wanted to explore the underwater currents or islands in the Calm Belt she might be interested in adding to her map.”

Hands on her hips, t-shirt still proudly on display, Ikkaku concluded, “Don’t get me wrong, Law’s a stubborn ass who’s going to take a while before he actually accepts those feelings. Man does not like being vulnerable and these are dangerous, scary, unfamiliar waters for him. He sure as hell won’t be telling her ‘I love you’ anytime soon, but I think she’s ok with that. I’m not sure she’s the type to say it too quickly, either. They’re both smart enough to read between the lines and know what’s up without needing to say the words. That tells me they’re definitely in sync and can handle each other’s unique quirks and qualities. It’s why they’re good together, and why I’ll gladly be captain of this ship, even if it sails into Hell itself. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. As you leave, please take a LAW X NAMI 4 EVER t-shirt. Anyone who tries to leave the room without one will be mauled by Bepo. Or bitten by Shachi. Or maybe Jean Bart will just snap you in half. Depends on which door you leave through. Anyway, goodnight!”

[rosietrace]

Midnight Picnic

(Central) Characters Featured: Noriko Dolion, Victoria Shard

↳ { Noriko belongs to @/terrovaniadorm }

Others mentioned/featured: N/A

Pairing: Noriko Dolion & Victoria Shard

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Requested Oneshot! 「 🍫 — Feeding my muse chocolate 」

Part Two of: 『 Here 』

Synopsis: Perhaps Noriko's more lenient on midnight picnics now that they've experienced one with her.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, Noriko is a simp but what else is new, established relationship??, where was I going with the plotline of this thing 💀 it went off track of the original request, Mercie forgive me if this sucks ahh 🙏, somewhat based on ‘The Archer’ by Taylor Swift

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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Noriko Dolion was prepared at every hour of every day.

No matter what anyone thought of them, none could deny how formidable Noriko was at getting things done. Especially on behalf of others.

A man so formidable that it's seemingly impossible to turn him off kilter.

Almost.

When you're someone like Victoria Shard, you're able to do that rather easily. With how enamored Noriko was with the woman, it was no surprise that she had them wrapped around her finger.

A love for a woman that was so strong, it bordered on obsession. To Noriko, Victoria was their everything; their love, their everything, the Goddess that they'd worship at their feet.

Noriko would do anything for Victoria, as will Victoria with Noriko.

But to say Noriko wasn't caught off guard upon receiving a letter from Victoria at the earliest of mornings, was an understatement.

Now, to be clear: as bewildered as they might've felt, that didn't necessarily prevent Noriko from preparing themselves and readily sneaking out of Heartslabyul at her bequest.

They met with Victoria at the entrance of Pomefiore. With a ghost-like, gleaming smile on her face, Victoria guided Noriko deep into the forests of her dormitory.

“I never pegged you to do something like this, My Lady,” Noriko cautiously crossed the forest, hoping that his words didn't offend Victoria.

How fortunate that she chuckled in reply. “Well, it's better to expect the unexpected, don't you think, Nori?”

“How correct of you, My Lady. Forgive me for doubting your judgment.”

“You need not apologize, Nori,” with a picnic basket in her hands, Victoria turned to face the knight behind her and amusingly tapped the tip of their nose.

Noriko felt their face burn from embarrassment but quickly shook it away so as to avoid making a fool of themselves.

Their sword remained in its hilt, readily available when certain precautions needed to be met. In the face of danger, Noriko would fight for Victoria — ambitious, cunning Victoria — until their last dying breath.

As their softened set of ambers glowed in the darkness, Noriko eyed the basket in curiosity.

“If I may ask, My Lady,” they caught up to her, their hands behind their back in a militaristic form, “why are you bringing a picnic basket around?”

She did very little to mask her amusement at Noriko's question. “You'll see, Nori.”

They were going to ask what she meant by that, but words fell short as Victoria guided them to her desired destination — releasing a small giggle at how Noriko's jaw went slack.

At what seemed to be in the more hidden parts of Pomefiore's forests, lived a semi-large lake that reflected the crescents of the moon.

“I….” He gulped, taking a slight step back as he took in their surroundings.

Victoria felt content, her smile slowly becoming less and less hidden under the moonlit sky. “Beautiful, isn't it?”

Now, Noriko's eyes were no longer on the environment that stood before them.

A pair of ambers met a set of sapphires.

“Yes.”

They took a step forward. In every way that mattered, there was never a moment where they weren't utterly breathless for her.

“Beautiful, indeed.”

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They settled underneath a tree, setting up their midnight picnic there due in part to Noriko's slight paranoia that it could potentially rain.

Victoria indulged in chocolate-covered strawberries, releasing a grunt of satisfaction at the way the flavor melted against her tongue.

She looked at Noriko, and placed a strawberry onto their hand, as well. “Go on, Nori.”

“Oh, My Lady, I could ne-”

“I insist, Nori.”

Well, they certainly couldn't argue with that.

They thought about Victoria a lot. Maybe to the point, it started becoming borderline concerning.

A certain Octavinelle student would've absolutely made fun of them for sneaking out so early in the morning to spend time with Victoria.

They were hopeless. They were at Victoria's mercy, and they wouldn't have it any other way. They wouldn't want it any other way.

“... I'm sorry.”

His head whipped to look at her, stiffening at the unexpected apology. One that didn't feel quite warranted. “My Lady-?”

“I'm sorry,” Victoria reiterated, “for making you do this for me.”

Sneaking out. The picnic. The risk of breaking the rules for her.

A regretful form of a smile graced her bearings. “In all honesty, I have a lot to apologize for, Nori. More specifically, I have a lot to apologize to you.”

“My Lady.”

She was but an archer, a hunter having to bring animals to an untimely demise for survival. Because if she doesn't, she'll simply starve.

And Noriko wouldn't allow her to starve. Not her, never her. Anyone else, perhaps so if their actions warranted such punishment — but never Victoria.

They would gladly become her prey.

They pulled her close, holding onto her as an act of assurance. That they weren't going anywhere, so long as she allowed them to stay by her side.

That was all they asked of her. Victoria didn't need to like them, she didn't even need to love Noriko the way they loved her; All they asked was that they stay by her side.

As thanks for everything she's done.

“You are by no means perfect,” Noriko had to learn that fact the hard way, being the knight that worshiped the ground Victoria walked on. “But that seldom diminishes what truly makes you so worth all the risk.”

Noriko leaned against the base of a tree, looking up at the moonlit sky with Victoria in his arms. A moment that felt like it had been repeated lifetimes upon lifetimes over.

“I care not for what others think of you, My Lady,” they raked a hand through Victoria's hair. If they were to be teased to a never-ending embarrassment, then so be it.

“I care for what you think of yourself.”

Victoria said nothing about that. About the way, Noriko held her so gently, so lovingly.

Holding her in a way she didn't want to believe she deserved.

All Victoria could bring herself to do was lock her Knight into an embrace that would last until sunrise.

“Nori,” her voice turned hushed, akin to a child. “Don't leave.”

“Don't leave me.”

His heart ached from hearing that. That pain only turned all the more agonizing from how subtly her voice cracked.

Noriko held her closer, firmer. Pressing a kiss so subtle that Victoria would hopefully never feel it against the top of her head. Their gentleness never dared waver. Not around her.

Never around her.

“I could never bring myself to do that, Victoria.”

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[redlektor]

Alfred Molina.....

When I first saw people post this guy and realized it was because they were attracted to him, I was a bit surprised. Okay, a lot surprised. Okay, shocked.

He is a big guy. Some people are into chubby men. I have never been myself but okay, I understand that some people are.

What I have a hard time understanding is his age. He is 70 years old. Are you close to that age? I am actually really curious, I really am.

I know a girl who gets crushes on really old men but she crushes on how they USED to look when they were younger men and not how they currently look. Is that the case with everyone who crushes on men this old? Is it more how they used to look or are you just as hot for his 70 year old self?

I am genuinely curious about this. I have been wondering for a while now so I figured if I ask everyone who is into men of this age then maybe I will be able to figure out if it is more about how they looked when they were younger or how they look as old men.

I hope I did not offend you. I really do mean it when I say that it is something I have been curious about.

Hello anon!

I’m not offended by your question at all. I’ll endeavor to answer, but I must preface it by saying taste is subjective and not always rational. I also wouldn’t to presume to speak on behalf of anyone else.

He is a bigger guy, as you pointed out, and I do happen to find that attractive. As far as his age goes, my first Molina character crush (for lack of a better term) was Doc Ock in Spiderman 2, when he was around 50, and I was college. I’m probably old for Tumblr (late 30’s) but not that close to 70. I have a weakness for villainous characters and he happens to play a lot of them very well—often making them the most interesting part of whatever he’s in—and is a great actor in general. Personally, I’m attracted to both his younger self and the way he looks now. I’m well aware he’s an old guy, but I happen to think he’s a sexy old guy. I can’t really give you a good reason, it’s just how I feel.

I hope that helps in some way, and thank you for the respectful ask!

[leffee]

LPs Most protective to least?

You have nooo idea how hard this actually is. I usually have some outline, at least know where few of them would be, but here I am so lost. I let this question rest in my inbox hoping I would get some idea but nooope. So, I propose a different plan, I will give you my thoughts about this on each of them, and then maybe I'll try to make a list from most to least, but I can't promise anything. Just know that for now they are in random order.

Pepper - she's truly a book definition of "I, and only I, can bully them," because no matter what she says, she never means that in a hateful way of course, it's just in her nature to tease and bully her friends a little, it's an amicable gesture really. But if someone else does that with an ill intent, she's absolutely ready to throw hands. She won't straight up say she's doing that because she "loves them oh so much", but the difference in her when someone is being mean to her friend/s is very much visible and palpable. She's genuinely ready to get at them in whatever way: just straight-up physical fightining, offending them verbally, even just subtly but continuously bothering them just to annoy and simply disturb their existence.

Penny - it goes without saying that she cares about her friends a lot, thus is technically very protective. But at the same time she needs to be pushed far to act on it. So for example, unlike Pepper it's not that she will act upon hearing small or mildly rude comment targeted at someone she cares about. Or rather, she will act less extremely. She will try to de-escalate the situation and calm everyone down, if that doesn't work she might simply take them away from the situation. In short: very protective, but it doesn't show that much because she doesn't like conflict, but in extreme situations can and will use everything she has to protect. Oh, but she mostly shows her protectiveness by standing in front of whoever she's protecting, shielding them physically.

Russell - ok, so he's actually pretty protective of "his group". While they're just a simple group of friends, he is their leader, he does feel attached and responsible for their well-being as well as anyone else he cares about. At the same time though, sometimes they really need some reason or different perspective hammered into them. So, it's not that he will just mindlessly get protective for any reason, he will think about it first. If he does decide to act, he will use his words. If the person is just straight up mean, not having any good reason for attacking his friends, he will intelectually offend them. Like, he will talk so cleverly about why they're just an asshole, attacking his friends like that, that hopefully they will get so discouraged they'll walk away.

Minka - absolute gremlin behavior and absolutely can be protective in any way it is required. Even if she were to be intimidated at first, if that someone were to go after the people she cares about, all that fear is thrown aside and she will go straight to confront them. Something like, "Listen here you little shit." but not in those exact words, just this sort of behavior. Really protective actually, some of the things she would ignore if they were adressed at her, if targeted towards her friends, she will get upset on their behalf and take action. She needs a little push perhaps, but if it's received that protectiveness shines through.

Win a cent (get it, because-because Vincent sounds kinda like this, yeah, anyway) - super protective but doesn't always want to show that he cares just this much, but he absolutely does. Like Minka, offenses being directed at his friends make him act more than if they were directed at him. He will wait for a while to see if the situation de-escalates naturally (unless he's already in a vile mood, then he won't even wait), maybe he'll hiss at the person (because-because lizards hiss, you know?) but if it doesn't slow down he's in. However, sometimes he does act when nobody's looking (he knows for example, that if he acts too much or too often if Sunil's the one who needs protection, Sunil might be grateful but also feel bad in the end because it undermines his autonomy a bit). So he will wait until everyone's parted ways and come back to whoever was being an asshole and let them know what he thinks about them and is ready to fight. If that's not possible, he can always harass them by texts or calls. They want to get to the people he cares about? Well, then they need to go through him first.

Zoe - she will only really act if the situation is serious, but at the same time, she's not a pushover and doesn't want to see those she cares about be ones either. So, if the situation repeats too often for her liking she will step in as well. However, her protectiveness is especially present when she hears some comments that she's too good for her friends, because she's "too cool for them" and that she should find people from her own league to hang out with. Yeah, that used to happen sometimes and oh, she would get angry. Because they just don't understand, being herself she had to keep appearances, which included saying that she and someone are super-duper friends when it was only for show. Her actual friends might not be "the coolest or most popular" but at least they actually like her for real her, not because they want to rub off ofn her popularity.

Sunil - okay, he gets protective but when he does he's usually just brimming with smaller or bigger anger quietly, though you might get an eye roll or a sarcastic comment from him. However, he also has his height to his advantage and if the situation is serious he will happily use it if possible, because of course not everyone he'd like to confront is shorter than he is. He does use it mostly if he knows the person doesn't know him at all, so they don't have any sort of image of him in their head. For this moment he will pair his height and deep voice with tough, stoic act which is pretty effective really. But yeah, he's not exactly confrontational, so that doesn't happen that often. Plus, Vinnie's often with him and Vinnie's basically like his guard dog lol.

Well, now that I'm done and read it through I uhhhh, still don't know 🙃Like, what do I judge, how protective they act on the outside or how protective they actually feel on the inside? But as you can see they are all pretty protective. If I really had to make a list, like with a gun to the head, I think from most to least it would go like this: Vinnie, Penny, Pepper, Minka, Russell, Zoe, Sunil; but know that I'm not 100% sure about any of those placements.

[amberinn]

I'm not the kind of person who thinks "Oh nooo everyone is so right and I'm the only one who fucks it up :("

Either

I mean I WAS that person, so deep inside of my mind there is probably still some sort of hardware evidence of that pattern of thinking

But I can name so so many people who are.

Unbelievable. Really.

The ones I usually think of are my friends boyfriends.

Probably, because they're the most memorable.

I mean you do kind of tend to brush off fucked up things that happen nearby you/to you easily, but when you're offended on someone elses behalf it bothers you like the world.

And then anyone else.

There's probably like 10% of people I meet who have some sort of fucked up shit going on I usually don't notice or pay much attention to.

I could if I thought harder about it.

Sometimes it's hard to just, blame a person, because they're close to you.

I'm thinking of like, two people right now.

I support all of their wrongs (1) and rights and everything.

Honestly would side with them no matter the conflict.

Then again I'm not that.

Non-judgemental, I made fun of them like.

Once, twice, thrice. I dunno.

And well (2) I'm an emotional mess, aren't I?

Super sensitive about this in particular.

There is no way in hell I'm navigating through this correctly ever.

No.

Nope.

I've already grown accustomed to not talking to them everyday, even if I'm obsessed with them.

I can learn to take less and less.

Is it weird if I need them everyday?

Please care about me.

You don't even care about me.

I hate it. I hate it when people don't care.

I hate it when you don't care.

I hate it when I don't know how to care about (1)

I hate it when they (1) tell me they don't care more than a friend

I want my best friend to care about me like I want my crush to care about me, and so far I'm empty and alone.

But at least one of them wouldn't just leave me to die huh.

Maybe it's too selfish to say that you know.

I mean maybe I should just be alone if no one would care about me.

I dunno. It sucks.

Leave me alone.

Shush.

It doesn't matter anyway, anything I have to say.

I'm egoistic enough to not suffer from poor self esteem, something that was promitent and bright in me feels like a bubble nowadays if anything.

I don't know anything even.

See I fail people.

I'm not there when someone's apparently dealing with suicidal thoughts, I'm not there when someone's suffering.

I don't make shit better do I.

If I haven't failed before or whatever the "you give me support too" means, then I'm failing now.

And what about the person I'm not even close friends with.

What's up with them.

Like at least I've got them (1) to affirm to me I'm not a burden, but yikes.

You will regret it won't cha.

Sorry for using your DM's as a crutch to do my internship notes I do not know how to make progress on them in any other way and this gets me going at least rip

Can it just not be my problem now.

Can you forgive me in the future if I just look past this?

I don't know how to handle myself.

I want to help, but I can't even do anything about myself.

I can't even do my own life properly.

This is very selfish.

[violetren]

Aether Chapter 12

Moar Training! This time around trying to teleport permanent non-aether constructed objects along side Maggie. Something that could very well have nuclear fallout that makes the explosion that killed Maggie the second time around look like a car backfiring.

Featuring Hannah (aka Nexus aka Ashley's crush) for very real practical reasons... Because why would anyone use phones? Or radios? No no no, its gotta be telepathy... you know... For security. Not just as a thin as fuck excuse for Ashley and Hannah to spend time together, no-siree.

Except yeah they are absolutely both that level of uselessly gay and pining.

So training continues and Maggie has the fucking audacity to feel disgruntled that she can only kinda teleport things after 2 hours. Which is wild considering when the day started it was entirely theoretical. The lady is far more badass than she gives herself credit for.

Hannah helps her break through her progress block and then she's off to the races. She hasn't transported anything with living tissue yet but she can move things as complex as computers and phones with wifi connections (handy if you were ever gonna be working on a team and needed to take say an ear piece or something for teamwork reasons...).

Ashely's excitement over it all is nice and the way Hannah reacts to her hugging Maggie leads me to the conclusion that both of them need so much fucking therapy.

Hannah at least never goes so far as to try and stop Ashley from having friends, she appears self aware enough to know that her feelings are her problem, but she still isn't doing great with how she treats the people she's jealous of (not that she's awful, but she isn't fair) and its entirely because she won't just talk to Ashley about here feelings. Ultimately she's not doing great but she's doing ok which is more than can be said for Ashley.

Ashley who can tell that Hannah is jealous of Maggie and Eurion, and recognise that it means that her long time crush returns her feelings. But she's so caught up in shame and self loathing that she can't just ask her out. I'm actually sort of offended of Hannah's behalf over this because how fucking badly must it suck as a telepath and at least partial empath to be able to tell that your crush is so caught up in her own insecurities and self loathing that she thinks you would be that cruel to her.

It's not exactly a fair view to take. Ashley has been through a lot coming into her own while living in a society (and growing up in a home) which would prefer she be someone else entirely/not exist and of course it has left its scars.

But I also don't think its an incorrect one. What's that one tumblr post? "It hurts to know that the me in your head is so unkind/Please don't use me to be cruel to yourself" Or something to that effect. I kinda feel like Ashley hasn't had that realisation yet that her insecurities are creating insecurities in Hannah, and knowing that might help give her the kick in the panties she needs to just fucking talk to Hannah about what is going on in her head?

I did enjoy my validation that Eurion has been hanging out with Ashley probably getting thoroughly exasperated over her lack of progress asking Hannah out.

Anyways, we end on Maggie accidentally making a grenade. So that's cool. Good to know she'll have an offensive option when shit goes down.

[yaksha-lover]

I HOPE IM NOT LATE TO THE VAMPIRE AU REQUESTS

Riddle + not good enough OR unrequited love what suits you better 💗

Vampire AU + Riddle + Not Good Enough

cw: aged up characters, angst, slight deuce x reader

“We should go, it is strictly prohibited to be late for a reservation…darling.”

You want to correct him, ask him to call you something a little less formal like babe, but considering Riddle’s apparent discomfort, you decide baby steps are okay.

“I’m ready, I just need to grab my jacket.” He pulls it from the closet before handing it to you. He could’ve helped you put it on, but at least he was trying. 

As he takes in your outfit, he comments, “You look… different.”

“I thought it might be nice to dress for the occasion. Which meant not my usual sweats.”

“…The clothes fit well.” Riddle sounds more like he’s making an observation than complimenting you, but you know by now what he means, enough to let yourself smile at his statement.

Riddle clears his throat before gesturing for the door. You wish he would grab your hand as you walked, but knowing how he felt the last time you took initiative, you choose to lose this battle.

He’s not perfect, but he tries.

You’re fine with it.

-

“Riddle, would you like to come get ice cream with me?” You already know his answer, but that doesn’t stop you from hoping it’ll be different this time.

He doesn’t look up from his book when he replies. “You know that junk will just rot your teeth.”

“We can get something else you’d like more? Strawberry tarts?” You cringe as you press on, hoping you aren’t annoying him but knowing that you probably are.

Riddle sighs. “No, I have to work to finish.”

As you leave the library, he mumbles a don’t stay out too late. You suppose it’s nice, at least he cares about your safety. Better than ignoring you.

You want to turn around and ask him to kiss you. To hug you. To show some sign that you haven’t imagined something between the two of you. You look back and Riddle is engrossed in his book again, so you walk out to get your food alone.

-

Deuce catches you at the door and offers his company. You shouldn’t go out alone, he says.

You intended to wallow in self-pity alone, but it turns out Deuce makes pretty good company. At least he knows better than to comment on your slightly puffy eyes.

“Thanks for coming with me. I appreciate it, really.” You give him the best smile you can muster after the day you’ve had.

“No worries, it’s nice spending time with you, without the presence of the others. Plus, it’s nice to be able to drink my lemonade in peace without Riddle going on about the rules,” he looks back up from his drink after the last part, quickly adding on, “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t complain about him in front of you.”

“You accompanied me out. Least I can do is hear your troubles.” You aren’t exactly offended on Riddle’s behalf, you understand Deuce’s gripes more than anyone.

“Yeah but you two are together, aren’t you? I’m sure you don’t want to hear bad things about him.”

“We haven’t exactly commited to anything.” Your voice doesn’t waver, like you expect it to. Oddly enough, you don’t feel the same weight in your chest that the thought used to bring you.

“Has something happened? We’ve all thought you were lovesick everytime he’s around.” You slouch down in the booth.

“Not sure he’s got the same fever as me then.”

“You know how Riddle can be. Even Trey and Cater agree that he cares for you.”

That gets your attention. “You’ve discussed us with them? What, do you sit around and gossip all day?”

“Tea times are for more than just tea, you know.”

Your head drops into your hands. “Sometimes I just, I want him to treat me differently.”

“Like you’re together?” Deuce asks, watching you carefully.

“Like we’re together. Or like he actually gives a damn about me, I guess.” You rub your eyes, tiring of this day.

“I’m sure he does. He just has a hard time showing it.”

“Well I have a hard time not receiving any sort of reciprocation.”

“…Fair enough. You sure you haven’t scared him away with your-“

You object loudly, not really in the mood to hear everything that’s wrong with you.

“I’m just teasing you,” Deuce says with a smile, ruffling your hair.

He can be as serious as your not-boyfriend, and he still finds it in himself to make you smile.

-

Riddle smacks the yellow flowers out of your hand. His anger feels unwarranted, before you remember it’s Wednesday. He berates you for breaking the rules, but you can’t look up from the ground where your crushed flowers are lying. They’d be wilted soon, with no one putting in the work to keep them alive.

At least you were trying.

-

“No, I don’t want you to get wet. One of us should stay out of the rain.”

You want to make a joke, but you have mercy on Deuce, knowing the tomato he’ll become. He puts on his jacket and starts heading for the door. You feel blue eyes on the two of you, but you ignore it.

“Deuce, you forgot something.”

“Oh, sorry!” He jogs back to you, pulling you into a tight bear hug as he mumbles a soft i’ll miss you, into your neck.

“…I meant the umbrella,” you say, arms wrapped twice as tight around him.

Deuce flushes darker, and takes the umbrella with one last squeeze before going to get your ice cream.

-

He rushes to grab your arm as your turn to leave the kitchen, desperately clinging on to you.

“You can’t be mad Riddle. Did you expect for me to wait for you forever?” you ask, passively.

“Was I mistaken in thinking there was something between us?” Riddle asks quietly.

He holds you close to him, awaiting your answer. You’ve finally got his eyes on you, his attention. Just like you always wanted.

“What we had, it wasn’t good enough for me, Riddle.”

Prompt List

[boreal-sea]

I really think people have hit a point in purity culture where they can't handle anyone doing anything even remotely bad.

They can't handle it in characters, and they sure as hell can't handle it with real people.

And if you say "well, they apologize and I've moved on" you get told you can't? because some people from the marginalized identity hurt by the statement haven't moved on??

I'm not responsible for your feelings, bro. I'm not accepting the apology on YOUR behalf because that's not a thing I can do. But I can read their apology and decide how I feel about it, because I still get to have a say on my own feelings about the situation, whether or not I was the targeted minority.

My stance with any fuck up is "they apologized, I can see from 99% of their other behaviors they aren't a violent racist/sexist/transphobe, so I'm just gonna move on".

Someone said something they didn't realise was sexist or homophobic or transphobic? They apologized? Their general behavior is overtly supportive of those communities and they just didn't know X statement was bad?

Cool! I'm good!!

And maybe someone else from my marginalized identity isn't good, and they're still offended and hurt.

Fine.

But I don't expect cis people to sit in limbo and wait for every trans person to weigh in on the thing the celebrity said like a fucking vote to decided if "we as the community" have accepted the apology. That's ridiculous.

And I don't think anyone else should have to wait around, either.

[chaos-burst]

questions and answers

He had meant to be rude. And it had not worked even a little bit. Eodwulf is sure that anyone else would have been offended. Hell, he’s even sure that the other members of this weird group were absolutely offended on behalf of their friend. But Eodwulf can’t say he has ever met a person like this.

There was no malice, no ill intent, no anger.

When you work with Trent you have to be aware of every little shift in the mood. The slightest twitch of an eyebrow can mean the weather is about to turn foul. Eodwulf knows what to look out for. It had been his intent to rev this weirdo up and it had backfired spectacularly.

Damn.

No meat. No booze. And balls of steel, apparently. Eodwulf had never seen anyone talk to Trent like that. And while Bren‘s—Caleb‘s—words of wanting to kill Trent outright had been more than Eodwulf would ever admit to his mentor, it somehow felt less crazily reckless than to call Trent Ikithon, Archmage of Civil Influence for the Cerberus Assembly and one of the most powerful mages in the Empire, a fucking fool.

To his face. With a smile. In a complete sincere manner.

Eodwulf doesn’t want to replay the words in his head over and over again but his dumb brain has latched onto them and he can’t stop. Only this time it’s not one of Trent’s lessons that forces him to obsessively repeat something until you have internalized it to the point where you can cite it in your sleep.

No.

“Pain doesn’t make people. It’s love that makes people.“

Eodwulf has it on repeat in his head the whole way back to the tower and it is still going when he lies down hours later to sleep.

“What are you“ had not been meant as a serious question when Eodwulf had asked it. But by the time he finally falls asleep he feels like it has become a very vital question indeed, because who or what would dare to speak to Master Trent Ikithon in a way like this with an honest smile on their face.

*

Because for some reason his thoughts have decided to betray him, Eodwulf’s brain makes his tongue and lips form the words again when they see the Mighty Nein the next time. This time, Astrid and Eodwulf have been invited to dinner—Trent has very specifically not been invited, you could say he was uninvited with quite a few flowery words in a strange accent.

And as soon as Eodwulf sees Caduceus he remembers the weirdly polite scratching of a chair, the wide smile that indicates that this is a person Eodwulf possibly can not force to lose their composure through careful placed rudeness. And his mouth betrays him.

“So. What are you, really?“

Caduceus blinks mildly surprised before his unfamiliar features shift into a warm smile that has Eodwulf feel quite a lot of inappropriate things he didn’t expect to find in a place like this.

“Gardener. Maker of fine tea. A decent cook. Keeper of graves“, Caduceus lists of and he uses his long fingers to count the things that are important to him about himself.

“Very powerful cleric“, Jester chimes in from the right. She has Astrid next to her in a chair and Eodwulf is pretty sure that Jester has started to put flowers in Astrid’s hair. But surely he must be mistaken. Who in the Nine Hells are these crazy people?

“Oh, yeah. Well, that too, I suppose“, Caduceus says, his smile still warm like honeyed wine.

“Huh“, Eodwulf says because he can’t for the life of him think of something else to say. But Caduceus is yet again pulling out a chair for him so Eodwulf straightens his shoulders and sits down next to Caduceus. Across the table from him the angry one throws herself into a chair and stares at him.

There’s no fear there either, but she can be easily angered, something Eodwulf is good at. He gives her a canine smile and she holds up her middle finger.

This group is full of people with an enormous lack of self preservation.

And they are so loud.

Eodwulf almost doesn’t hear it when Caduceus turns to him to ask him a question.

“Huh?“, he says again, like a fool.

“And what are you, was what I wanted to know“, Caduceus says, his lazy grin open and honest. There is no malice in his words. He actually wants to know.

Eodwulf thinks “Murderer, wizard, protégé, spy“ but he doesn’t say any of these things. “Maker of graves“ comes to mind, but it seems like too dark of a joke to make.

“Enthusiastic about both meat and booze“, he says in the end and Caduceus laughs.

“Yeah, as are most of my friends.“

The implication these words bring is probably only in Eodwulf’s mind but it makes him swallow and look away to find Astrid’s eyes. But Astrid now has pink flowers in her hair and a look of absolute confusion on her face as Jester rattles of compliment after compliment about various of Astrid’s features.

Eodwulf can’t help but look at Bre—Caleb. And he sees that there is a soft, barely noticeable smile on his old friend’s face as he watches the scene unfold.

What am I, indeed, he thinks.

*

Trent’s orders have been clear. Get close to the group called the Mighty Nein to find out what they are working on with Lady Vess DeRogna.

Eodwulf allows himself to think that Caduceus might have been right. Maybe Master Ikithon is indeed a fool.

Because being in the presence of these people is like nothing Eodwulf has ever experienced and it makes him think, wonder, question—

“Here we are again“, Caduceus says after, yet again, Astrid and Eodwulf have been invited for dinner. Eodwulf wonders if this group just wants to make it very easy to spy on them, or if they have an agenda of their own—but it’s hard to believe that there might be any coherent agenda behind anything these people do.

He has watched the buff one called Yasha try and play what looked like a harp made of bone and when the angry one, Beau, told her that she looked hot playing the harp Yasha had torn two of the strings which had led to a whole scene of apologies and various tries to fix the harp.

Jester has drawn dicks on pretty much every surface this magical mansion has and she delights in the fact that Caleb brings the dicks to life in various colors. At some point he made glowing sparkles shoot out of one of the dicks Jester had drawn and Jester had laughed as if this was the best joke she had ever witnessed.

Eodwulf notices Astrid’s eyes on Jester.

Eodwulf also notices that while there seems to be no agenda or efficiency behind anything, they are still being watched.

Beau and Fjord look at them. And Eodwulf is pretty sure Caduceus watches everything as well, but he does it without crossing his arms and glaring so much.

“Looks like it”, he answers. Caduceus offers him tea and Eodwulf’s first instinct is to decline, but then he remembers that “maker of fine tea” had been very high on the list of descriptors so he takes the cup he is offered while somewhere in the background people start screaming something that sounds like “FLUFFERNUTTER”.

Eodwulf tries the tea. He’s not a fan of tea, but this tea is absolutely delicious and he finds himself impressed.

“I believe this one comes from the Hollburns’ graves. Those remains made the tea grow quite fast, it was impressive.”

Eodwulf blinks at his tea and then at Caduceus. For a second his brain wonders if this statement should register as a threat, but it had been delivered with such honest delight and a sense of pride that Eodwulf discards that feeling.

“What?”, he asks. Caduceus points at the tea.

“Oh, well, my family grows tea on those graves we’re keeping. In case you wanted to ask me again what I am. Or—hm, I think I already mentioned that I am a keeper of graves?”

Caduceus trails off and looks thoughtful and Eodwulf stares at him.

“Keeper of Graves. That make you a follower of the Matron?”, he asks.

Caduceus looks at him and smiles.

“Not quite. My family serves Melora. But we are descended from a champion of the Raven Queen.”

Eodwulf can’t help but wonder if this was some kind of weird joke. But his goddess usually isn’t one for joking.

Eodwulf considers for a second, then he pulls out the raven feather pendant from under his cloak.

Caduceus nods. “So”, he says and smiles widely. “What are you?”

Eodwulf snorts.

“For real?”, he says.

Caduceus’ smile widens.

“For real.”

*

It feels like this has become a sort of game.

“What are you?”

“Moral compass. Middle sibling. Eccentric. Amateur flute player.”

Eodwulf finds that through this question he himself posed the first time, he’s been forced to think more about himself than he feels comfortable with.

“What are you?”

“Decent chess player. Dog person. Sportsman. Only child.”, are the things he says out loud.

“Self-made orphan. Patriot. Volstrucker. Torturer.”, are the things he thinks to himself.

Eodwulf has the impression that Caduceus is somehow aware of the things he doesn’t say.

*

“So. This is the crew you’re running with now?”, Eodwulf asks Bre—Caleb one night before the Mighty Nein will leave with Vess DeRogna to who-knows-where. Neither Astrid nor Eodwulf did get very far with their planned infiltration work. Eodwulf is not even sure how hard they even tried.

It’s very easy to get swept away by the chaos and the weirdness and the complete lack of fear that the group displays when it comes to him and Astrid. They are dangerous people in a lot of ways.

The Mighty Nein are also dangerous people in a very different way. A way that Eodwulf doesn’t know anything about.

“This is my family, ja.”

He says it, just like that, without looking at Eodwulf.

Family.

The word tastes bitter in Eodwulf’s mouth as he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.

“Weird people”, he says. Caleb huffs.

“You can say that, yes. But they grow on you very quickly”, he answers quietly and with a small, fond smile that makes something inside Eodwulf ache. For a long time Eodwulf pitied Bren for breaking, for not making it, for failing, for being locked away and discarded. Now he realizes that maybe, in a very macabre sort of way, Bren becoming Caleb through failure was the better end of the bargain.

It feels blasphemous to think that.

“The pink one is especially weird”, Eodwulf finds himself saying and he takes a big swig of whiskey from his flask before handing it to Caleb.

“Ja, I noticed that you seem to have a... uh... particular kind of interest in him. And, if I may add, he in you.”

Eodwulf takes the flask back after Caleb drinks. He contemplates the different sorts of feelings inside his gut as the words sink in. Then he tucks it all away very carefully, just as he learned through many years of being in Trent’s presence.

“Still don’t know what he is”, Eodwulf says. Caleb snorts and shakes his head.

“His people are called Firbolg”, he provides.

“Not sure that’s what I mean. Not anymore, at least.”

It seems dangerous to admit that. Caleb turns his head and looks at Eodwulf with a shimmer in his eyes that Eodwulf can’t read. Many years ago he was able to read Bren like an open book, but Caleb is another book entirely.

“You deserve to have some nice things, you know. You deserve friends. A chance of—hm. A chance of peace. A chance for redemption, if you want it.”

Eodwulf gets up and tugs away his flask.

“Pain doesn’t make people. It’s love that makes people. Pain is inconsequential, it’s love that saves them.”

Eodwulf understands the truth in these words now. Bren was broken, Caleb is being healed. Eodwulf doesn’t think that there’s anything left in him that can be saved. Or should be saved.

“Good luck on your journey tomorrow. Don’t die”, Eodwulf says and he leaves Caleb behind.

What are you, he thinks. A sentimental fool.

*

Astrid sits next to him on one of the balconies of her house and looks up at the stars above them. The Mighty Nein have been gone for six days and it has been very quiet.

They sit in silence and share a bottle of whiskey, passing it back and forth instead of words. It’s been like this for many many years that they’ve allowed themselves to just be. Today though, Astrid breaks the silence.

“I’m going to be the one who kills him.”

She says it quietly, without remorse, without indicating that this is a scandalous statement. She says it just how other people would say “I’ll go to bed soon.”.

Eodwulf stops breathing for just a moment. Then he inhales the cool night air and turns his head to look at her.

“Could kill you for treason”, he says. She looks at him and cocks her head slightly, the analyzing gaze of a murderous spy meets its equal in silence.

“I’d love to see you try”, she says. Eodwulf grins. It feels reckless.

“Don’t die”, he says, the same thing he’s said to Caleb before. Astrid regards him for a long moment and Eodwulf takes another sip. “Will you help me or try to stop me?”

Eodwulf considers this for a moment. Would he try to stop Astrid should she try to kill Trent? No. Would he help her? He doesn’t know that either.

“Can’t you just wait for Bren to do it for you?”

“I won’t lose to him again.”

Eodwulf snorts.

Always so competitive.

“That’s some fucked up shit, Astrid.”

“Shut up, Arschloch.”

Eodwulf grins before getting up to stretch. He puts his hands on the railing of Astrid’s balcony and wonders what Caleb’s new family is up to.

Making a new family never came to mind before. It sounds like something out of a fairy tale. While he contemplates the question whether he would help Astrid kill Trent Ikithon, a slow, familiar voice pops up in his head.

“Hey. Uh—Jester told me to send you an update. We’re still alive. Hope you’re good. Got  a new question for you. What will you become?”

The rustling of Astrid’s clothes as she stands up as well somehow tells him that she received a message in her head as well. She steps beside him and puts her hands on the railing next to his.

“They’re persistent”, she says quietly.

Eodwulf nods and inhales.

He doesn’t know what he will become. He didn’t even know that was a question to be asked. The path is clear. It always was.

Pain doesn’t make people.

“Not going to answer?”, she wants to know.

“Don’t have an answer yet.”

It’s unclear to him whether she means her own question or the message Caduceus just sent him.

He answers the sending spell with a simple “I don’t know.”. It takes a few minutes before another message comes in.

“That’s good. Uncertainty is good. It’s the first step in a better direction. I’m going to kill a dragon now. Wish me luck. Good night.”

“I’ll keep you posted on the answer to that question of yours. I’ll see you tomorrow”, he says and leaves Astrid behind on the balcony. Eodwulf thinks about something he hasn’t thought about in a very long time. A priestess in his Matron’s temple once told him: “Death is the only certainty in life.”.

He thinks that Caduceus would agree.

And Eodwulf hopes that the next time he sees that weird, reckless man, he’ll have an answer for him.

[levworship]

OKAY, I cant get this out of my head. It's usually tsukishima that always has the upper hand against yamaguchi right???? BUT, it comes to Yamas attention that tsukishima is a virgin and yamaguchi takes so much pity on poor tsuki that he offers to help him out. So yama came to you, his cute little girlfriend with this amazing opportunity to help out his best friend. And ofc you say yes..why would his cute little baby say no?

I love you, drink water and eat something you haven't already😤🥰‼️

finally writing again. shocker, i know. also thank you nonster ilysm <3

cw: dom!yams (kinda), mentions of yama x tsukki, reader is cute idk i like her, virgin!tsukki, tsukki being mean in his head, yamaguchi also just a tad bit mean, idk what else?, just a handjob (for now), prob errors

word count: 1054

summary: yamaguchi being the sweetheart he is and sharing his precious girlfriend with his best friend <3

the sight of the two of you always made tsukki feel sick to his stomach. watching his best friend be all lovey dovey with someone who’s so disgustingly sweet as well? it was no wonder he avoided you two at all costs.

he avoided making eye contact with you two even throughout high school. at games, in the hallways, during lunch. but he especially avoided it right now. he was afraid to peer up through the foggy lens of his glasses, because he knew the moment that he did-

he’d be forced to meet you guys’ gazes. those precious smiles still beaming down at him even with the undeniable hunger behind both of your eyes.

tsukishima scowled, turning his head as if he’d found something more interesting to stare at on the ground. when tadashi initially made the offer to him, he simply shrugged it off as bluff. especially since he figured there was no way you’d agree. but...

“come on, tsukki.” the blond flinched when your fingers just barely skimmed the skin of his arm almost as if you were afraid to break him. the harmless action still somehow managed to offend him. were you mocking him? did the two of you think you were better because you just so happened to have sex before he did? he could have sex if you wanted. he didn’t need your help. he didn’t need either of you.

yet, even as those thoughts echoed in his head, he simply couldn’t deny the fact that for whatever reasoning, he still showed up at your doorstep and faced you two with shuffling feet and fading pride.

he tsked once - twice- before he finally grew some balls and turned to look the two of you in the eye. and god did he regret it, because he was immediately greeted by the sight of the two of you pawing at him to rid him of his baggy clothes. the pairs of hands gripping and grabbing at each inch of visible skin had tsukishima’s face flushed an embarrassing shade of pink, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat until finally you two had stopped acting like fumbling teens and stripped him down to his boxers, erection pressing humiliatingly hard against the dampened fabric. it was amusing to him, how even as the two of you managed to lead him into the intimacy of your bedroom, he still held a higher sense of maturity and composure over you both.

at least, that’s how he viewed it in his mind. even a passing glance at him would reveal just how nervous he was. quite literally shaking where he lay.

“remember to be gentle, okay?” tsukishima scoffed at this. “relax tadashi. i am not going to hur-“ “i wasn’t talking about you.” yamaguchi cut him off with a piercing look that sent shivers throughout tsukki’s entire body like never before. since when did the freckled man have the ability to hinder him speechless so quickly? before he could even bother to crack out a weak comeback,

“oh shit—“ he hissed through his teeth when your small hand wrapped itself around his sensitive cock, successfully distracting him. his chest rose and fell heavily as his pretty eyelashes fluttered shut. “wow. you were right tadashi. i barely touched him and he’s already about to blow his load” you shook your head in genuine astonishment.

“has anyone else ever touched you here, tsukishima?”

even despite your sweet tone,, he wanted to bark at you. grab you by your hair and tug with all of his strength. shove you into the mattress and grunt in your ear that he wasn’t going to sit there and take shit from a slutty fucking brat like you. but how could he? how could he possibly let any words out before they melted away from him just as quickly as they’d formed in his mind? how could he think, when your thumb pressed itself against his tip, now red and swollen with reluctant want, and messily spread his precum across his cock. it was sloppy. it was dirty. your slender fingers tugged at his cock with a wet shlick that made his entire body tense with disgust and guilt from just how much he was enjoying your hand on him. he had to bite down on his lip to avoid making any noise. a weak attempt on his behalf to cling on to any pride he had left.

“-he’s long, too.”

the sound of your voice was enough to drag him out of his mind again. how long had you been talking? or were you too busy watching in shocked silence as he quits literally fell apart in your small grasp? were you and tadashi simply talking around him the entire time? he figured so, judging by the way both of you seemed to be almost observing his limp figure.

“mhm. but not as thick as me, is he baby?” tsukki’s stomach twisted when he watched the two of you engage in a sloppy kiss right in front of his eyes. he hated it, the not-so-PDA. or at least, he figured he did. but that wouldn’t explain why watching you two was already bringing him closer to his release than he’d like to admit.

yamaguchi seemed to read his mind somehow, humming when the two of you finally separated. a swift hand moved to grab your wrists. “‘gonna make him cum too soon, sweetheart. hurry up and get on top before he passes out” he chuckled before grabbing a handful of your ass, still clad in the pants you’d been wearing since tsukki showed up at your door.

fuck you. i don’t need you to get on top. you’ll regret talking about me like that when i have you and your fucking boyfriend bent over in front of me.

the violent words once again died in his throat before he had a chance to utter them. he watched you like a fucking horny mutt as you removed your clothes. his eyes remained glued onto your figure through his blurred vision (his glasses had been discarded a while ago), while yamaguchi’s eyes remained glued onto him. his expression was a mix of prideful and just a hint of possession if you stared for long enough. but it was hard to be selfish when you have your hot as fuck girlfriend and undeniably attractive best friend nearly blowing their lids trying to fuck each other.

who would wanna miss that sight?

i may do a part two where they actually screw if anyone is interested.

thirsts and requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.

[unhealthyfanobsession]

jealous cassian but this time instead of competing with high lords and sons of high lords what if it's a general from another court... this general could also be a lover of romance books and sweets ;)

I had a lot of fun with this one and I may have fallen a little bit in love with my own OC 🤷‍♀️

Nesta Archeron was not a force of nature. People loved to describe strong women as forces of nature, but that wasn’t her. That was Feyre. Feyre was brash and wild and unpredictable as a tsunami or an avalanche.

Nesta Archeron was a collection of cosmic power held tight and controlled beneath iron thick magic-infused skin.

Which made her an amazing general. All of that power and her amazing control. That was what was required to lead a legion.

Contrary to popular belief, Cassian was not a wild thing. He was not a good general because he was wild and elemental. He was a good general because he was in control. Because he woke up every morning and he didn’t flash his siphons around and try to beat anyone into submission. He trained. He fought. He lead by example. He flew at the head of his legions. He showed them the he was the best.

Mates were equals. It should have surprised no one that Nesta wanted to raise an army.

And she did. Oh she did. Nesta Archeron went to every court in Prythian and she picked up women who wanted to fight. She went down into the Court of Nightmares and took any women who wanted to fight with her. Freed them. Liberated them. Nesta planned on a small unit of females. By the time she was done she commanded thousands. It was the second largest military force in Prythian. Right after the Illyrians. Which was a nightly topic of debate. When she would surpass him. Cassian would be pissed if it happened sooner than a century.

Nesta was determined to make it happen by the end of the decade. Which was why she had set up this meeting with the new general of Spring.

“General,” the tall, pale man inclined his head, light brown hair falling over his brow as he did. “General,” he said it again, inclining his head in Cassian’s direction now. Lips tipping up in an amused smile and pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you both here?”

Nesta adjusted the knife strap around her thigh and moved into the room ahead of both males. “Cassian has decided to high-jack my meeting because he is intimidated by my success. His official reason, however, is that you are new and he comes to speak on behalf of the Night Court. To ensure that your goals are aligned.”

“Hmm, and you?” The general pulled out a chair at the head of the table and gestured for Nesta to take it. His breath tickled her neck as he leaned in to push the chair in after she sat. “What are your interests, Nesta Archeron.”

“Romance novels and chocolate cake, mostly.” Cassian laughed.

“Good taste,” the general smiled. “Hadley Minn?” a well-know romance novelist from Dawn. Sweet stories of proper young ladies falling in love and having missionary sex.

Nesta smiled just a little. “Sellyn Drake.”

He whistled low under his breath. “I like your style, Archeron.”

Cassian’s eyebrows drew together as he watched this male look over Nesta with a new type of appreciation.

“My name is Malakai.” The general reached his hand out first to Nesta, holding on a little too long and then to Cassian. Who squeezed his hand harder than necessary. The general just smiled broadly. “Call me Kai.”

“Well Kai,” Cassian leaned back in his chair, wings spreading out behind him. “What can you tell me about the Spring Court’s forces now that your court has got its army together enough to have a general?”

Kai just kept smiling. Kind and open. “And what would you tell me about your forces, if asked?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Cassian admitted.

“So no disrespect general, but…”

“I told him this was pointless,” Nesta rolled her eyes. “I, on the other hand, have something of actual use to discuss with you.”

“Happy to be of service,” the Spring general winked.

Cassian tensed up in his chair. arms crossing over each other and face going stone hard.

“Excellent. Now, I know your High Lord is a chauvinist, but I’d like to start by asking if you are too, because that will determine how I approach this conversation.”

The air tensed for a second. Cassian prepared to jump in between his mate and this male. Insulting someone’s High Lord… he’d be surprised if the male managed to just kick her out and not attack like a feral animal.

“Is she always this direct?” Kai’s smile never faltered. Not for a second.

“Talking to him instead of me answers that question,” Nesta muttered. “So, here’s what you’re going to-”

“I did not mean to offend you, General. I assure you it is my sincerest belief that females are just as militarily capable as males.”

Nesta narrowed her eyes. “So you plan to train females along with males in your new army?”

“Of course I do,” Kai shrugged. “Who would be stupid enough to give up half their military power because of their sex?”

“Spring is a small court,” Cassian said. “You only have one army. It gets more complicated when there are several. In the larger territories.”

“I see.”

“What he means to say is that significant parts of the Autumn, Night, Day, and Winter courts do not train their females to fight. Their main armies might, but different territories in the courts run that way. And actually Night and Autumn even their main armies don’t train females.” Nesta glared at her mate.

“They do now.” Cassian sighed, not needing to be reminded how long it took to reach this point.

“Ah,” Kai nodded, “you’re here to see if I planned to train the females and to take them with you in your liberation march if I said no.”

“I run an army that trains those other courts reject.”

“So I have heard, an extraordinary feat from an extraordinary woman.” His teeth glittered as he smiled, eyes entirely focused on Nesta. “I know you have your reasons for distrusting my High Lord, but he is trying. Trying to return this court to what it once was. I’m a part of that. Our army will train anyone who wants to fight. And it will protect the human/Fae border.”

Nesta blinked. That was…

“I fought in the war,” Kai nodded to Cassian. “I always admired how you fought at the front of your legions, General. You are the legend everyone claims you to be, but I have to admit…” He turned to face Nesta. “I accepted this meeting so that I could meet you.”

Cassian growled low in his throat. “How does this keep happening?” He muttered under his breath, low enough for Nesta to hear but not Kai. Cassian loved Nesta with his entire being. Heart, body, and soul. The problem was that, apparently, so did every other male in Prythian.

Nesta smirked, subtly reaching her foot out under the table to kick him in the shin for being a possessive brute.

“I met with Eris Vanserra last week. He commands Autumn’s armies.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Cassian said that one loud enough for Nesta and Kai to hear.

“I mentioned I was meeting with you. I knew about your army, of course. But I asked him what to expect meeting you. And instead of answering he told me what you said in the High Lord’s meeting. About humans. I’m pretty sure his point was that I should prepare myself if I was trying to go up against a female who paused seven High Lords in their tracks, but… it is rare to meet a Fae who cares about humans. Truly cares.”

“Well I was one.” Nesta stared forward, unsure where this conversation was going.

“I know. Cauldron born. Phenomenal cosmic powers. Ability to bring us all to our knees if you wanted to. But instead you choose to defend humans and make an army of Fae the courts have cast off.”

“Nes knows how amazing she is,” Cassian cut in. Two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Could you get to the point please?”

“I want to work with you.” Kai said, point blank, staring at Nesta.

“I bet you do,” Cassian muttered.

“I have my own army, general. I’m not interested in working for anyone else.”

“Not for. With. I want… my forces are beaten down. Their morale is weak. Faith is low. I… you brought the High Lords to heel and you started an army from nothing. I’d like your advice.”

Nesta swallowed. She’d accomplished amazing things. So many amazing things, but still… no one had ever asked her for advice. Help. Expertise. She was the novice. She… he wanted her help.

“My army is from all over Prythian,” Nesta said. “We train in the Night Court because the territory is massive and that’s my home, but… Spring doesn’t have the manpower to protect that border. Convince Tamlin to let me bring in some of my warriors to protect the human border and I’ll help you with whatever you want.”

“Deal,” Kai smiled, reaching out his hand.

Nesta shook it.

Later, after they took off and she was wrapped up in Cassian’s arms as they flew back to Velaris, her mate was stone faced once again.

“I swear to the mother, Nes, if he proposes to you I’m going to make what Feyre did to the Spring Court look like a Sunday walk along the fucking Sidra.”

[lokeanwelcomingcommittee]

Hello!

Do you have any tips for a beginner who wants to honour Loki, but has anxieties and insecurities that get in the way? (I have anxiety and depression if that helps).

So, I want to honour Loki, but I am terribly worried that They do not like me. Any time I do something for them or I look in to Them, I feel guilty and like I should just stop and leave Them alone. I have tried reaching out to Them before and had an interesting experience; I felt like someone was “playfully” creeping up behind me to scare me. That feeling held for a minute and then disappeared completely. I have not felt a presence since, even though I have reached out again since then, so I have stopped out of worry. I do feel that my guilt and worry comes from the fact I have not always been a very kind or good person to others; I have made awful choices and mistakes that have hurt people I loved amongst others. The most recent thing was last year and that broke me, so now I am trying to do better and break bad patterns and learned behaviours (which is freaking hard, but I am hoping therapy will aid me in this).

Any help or advice is greatly appreciated..! I’m sorry that this is a lot, please do not stress if you are unable to answer for any reason. Thank you, - Pickle, They/Them/Theirs🐛

Hey there, Pickle. No need to apologize at all on your end and sorry it did take a bit to get to this on ours. Here's a mushroom for your caterpillar as well; I always think those go well together. 🍄

One thing I'm gonna start with just in the hopes of maybe taking an option off of the anxiety buffet is that you haven't actually gotten any negative feedback. I know it might feel disheartening or like a negative response after the first experience you describe, but as we've mentioned in a recent post, that is... actually pretty common, and even if it wasn't it's certainly not a requirement, so while I realize it's probably not a magic bullet on the anti-anxiety front, in my experience no news is good or at least business-as-usual news, and to kind of segue to the next point, it sounds like it might be understandable.

I say that because anxiety and depression do have the unfortunate effect where it's often hard to communicate with deities (however you may do it) or even just be in the right frame of mind for worship, offerings, etc. I don't want to necessarily assume anything about you specifically just because I know this sort of thing presents differently in different folks, but as someone else with both of those I know it's caused me to get stuck in vicious cycles of feeling unworthy/not "good" enough or like everything is criticism or a terrible omen similar to those posts, and of course those thoughts add to the worry, cycle repeats, etc. It's again not a magic bullet, but sometimes reminding myself that these feelings aren't limited to the gods or my practice is strangely reassuring-- it kind of helps me realize I probably haven't personally offended anyone, everything is just harder to relate to during those times.

Sometimes, as pointed out in that last linked post, the thing that helps the most is just stepping back until you're in a better place, so if that's something you decide may be beneficial it's nothing to feel guilty about, and while of course we can't speak on a god's behalf I think a lot of us had kind of on-off starts with this sort of thing for a number of reasons, myself included, and returning later was not an issue. With that said, I do want to stress that Loki does not discriminate based on mental illness or life circumstances, and re: what you've mentioned about guilt-- I mean, the mother of monsters, and indeed this entire rogue's gallery that are the Norse gods, have made mistakes. And it sounds like not only are you working on that, you're going in with a fairly grounded and realistic attitude and getting assistance with it, which I hope is helping and continues to be helpful, and hopefully that guilt and worry subsiding will be a positive result of this. With that said, to go back to where we began, if you'd still like to do things to honor Loki, you absolutely can, and I'm going to link a number of links and resources for you at the end of this post that cover anything from suggestions for ways to do that with some low-spoons days options, different ways of communicating that you might not have thought of/considered that may work better for you, and some other possibly helpful advice. Definitely don't feel obligated to do all of it or feel like there's any rush to even read all of it; it's all just there for possibly helpful reference if you need it.

With that said, the main advice I can give is please take care of yourself, and while I know it's easier said than done, keep in mind that you've got a lot going on right now, and while that doesn't "disqualify" or make you unworthy or objectionable or anything similar, it is definitely a situation that can make communicating and/or trying to start a new relationship/make a big life change difficult, and taking the time to get that situation more manageable is more than understandable and not something you should feel guilty about. "Challenging" is one thing, but if you're continually getting hurt it's worth considering, especially because you can always change that in the future.

It feels like nothing I do is enough or that I'm doing everything wrong. What might be happening?

Can Loki feel what I'm feeling/does he like me?

In the absence of any obvious signs to the contrary, assume you’re good

If you've upset Loki or asked him something he doesn't like, would he let you know?

re: doubt and anxiety

Another anxiety post

Loki and depression (with a link to another good post)

Polytheism While Dealing With Mental Illness

Loki and mistakes

On taking a break

Scheduling suggestions

Suggestions for connecting with Loki

A similar suggestion post

Self care devotional suggestions

In any case, I hope some of this is helpful to you and that things improve for you. I know things probably aren't fantastic right now, it does sound like you've made some wise choices in terms of changing that, and I wish you the best of luck-- for what it's worth, you're definitely not alone on the anxiety/depression front.

- Mod V