#and it did horrible horrible things to my brain

[bluegiragi]

I don't want to sound rude, you may have already answered this question (if so, I'm sorry, I didn't find that answer), but I'm wondering why you're so against AI bots specificly. Obviously, this is a personal matter for everyone, but I'm a little confused by such harshness. Of course, I'm not going to prove anything to anyone, but I just wanted to understand the roots of your position. I really like your work, but to be honest, your last answers have thrown me into a kind of stupor :(

i have an ideological opposition against AI as a whole to be fair. a lot of it comes down to it's environmental impact

Globally, AI-related infrastructure may soon consume six times more water than Denmark, a country of 6 million, according to one estimate. That is a problem when a quarter of humanity already lacks access to clean water and sanitation.  

but i also believe it's inherently anti-human.

In a time when global literacy rates are diving (did you know that half of american adults read at a 6th grade level or below?) , I think it's incredibly short-sighted to be essentially surrendering your ability to write your own emails/essays/messages to an AI, when doing it yourself, despite what online contrarians will say, does have value (emails teach you how to communicate professionally, messages improve your social skills, essays improve your critical thinking skills). In this political landscape, it also feels dangerous to have your ability to read critically by yourself get dampened by AIs which are, at the end of the day, owned by silicon valley billionaires many of whom attended trump's inauguration, which is a good indication of where they lie politically.

Generative AI when it comes to art is also killing culture, removing opportunities for existing artists who are the ones who can extend the ceiling for human creation and helping society devalue art even more even though it's the only thing keeping us all sane. How would you feel if all you had in your life was just school or work, leaving out music, movies, tv shows, books, art? Doesn't art bring enough value to your life that it's worth properly compensating the people responsible for it? Why should we ever encourage or normalise throwing art into a meat grinder and feeding on the approximated soulless sludge it generates?

For AI chat bots, my beef with it is that it's an inherently anti-social product. All it does is remove the need to ever communicate with another person, which is horrible for people's brains. Some people are "falling in love" with their ai chatbot, some people are using their ai chatbots as therapists. The desire for real human connection is getting lost. An AI chatbot also makes RP obsolete, which is a foundational part of fandom which, i always feel like i need to remind people, is based on community. The point is to connect with people! I just fear that the popularisation and normalisation of this technology is going to end up with people shut in their homes their entire life, lost to whatever toxic pipeline their anti-social behaviour inevitably leads them down.

i know people love to play with AI like it's a fad, and it's "not that deep bro" but i think it's shameful and embarrassing to act as if you don't have agency in your life. You can choose to abstain from technology, you can choose to find entertainment elsewhere, you can choose to be a person independent of technology. If all AI went away tomorrow, would you be able to still do your job? Write a story? Read a book and understand its meaning? AI is a product built on instant gratification and entitlement - not to get too deep on an ask about AI chatbots, but i think art, relationships, culture, all of it is worth the journey to get there.

[seventhconsumedsigil]

The following is a record of the infamous Speech of Defiance by the heretic wizard known as Ao, formerly proscribed by the Tower under penalty of immediate execution, indisputably the pivotal point between the Age of Hierarchy and the Age of Madness. This copy is kindly produced by now-Archmage Vath, who was in attendance at the time as the scribe and only other direct witness, and so could make this copy after that proscription became dead law.

Archmage Telluric - We meet here today to discuss the "alleged" heresies of Mage Ao, who stands before us. Under my powers as Archmage, I shall sit in judgement over this case, and serve as executioner when it concludes. Apprentice Vath holds position as Scribe and will ensure the transmission is clear and properly archived. The courtroom is sealed against any trickery your fetid allies might pull, so don't-

Mage Ao - Oh do shut up, you withered old windbag. We all know why we're here, and we all know what's going to happen. Stuff the formality.

Telluric - [A lot of spluttering that I don't see the point in writing down. Heretic, lich, blasphemer, none of it really coherently strung together into a sentence. He did heat the air a by 20 degrees through the whole chamber while doing it though, which was an impressive display of unchanneled power if not for how uncomfortable it made my seat. This isn't helped by the subsequent effort of will Ao made. It would take us months to work out what he had done, but at the time it felt like being suffocated by very soft pillows. An uncomfortable combination, let me tell you]

Ao - Sweet silence. Ah, that's better. What, surprised that I can do that without you opposing it? Because I'm not effecting you, Archmage. The air around you, that's another matter.

[This was patently ridiculous, as effecting non-discrete objects like that should have required a ritual circle to manage the definition by common understanding. I know this sounds horribly archaic now, but magic was a lot rougher back then. For example, the wards sealing the courtroom were on a hard-set timer of 1/23rd of a solar cycle and would not budge unless blasted down before that time. Appreciate how we can do things in non-prime numbers nowadays.]

Ao- Now, I don't much care for defending myself to the likes of you all, but let me get a few things straight, since if I'm going to be condemned I want it to be accurate. Lichdom, the act of binding one's dead and dormant soul back into the body, has a few important differences. It loses the ability to naturally grow, leaving consumption the only viable path for increased magical potential, but more importantly it deforms the soul through shear forces. It tears at it, opening holes that cannot be healed without more raw material, leading to the legendary soul-thirst. What I have done is much simpler and far, far stupider, despite the fact it works! I just filled in my skull with raw magic and let my soul press against that to induce cognition instead, at least where the scraps that used to be my brain were. That causes stress, yes, but compressive stress. My soul is a mass of calluses and grows so slowly I'll probably reach Archmage level potential... approximately never, or at least an order of magnitude late, but there are upsides. You would not believe how badly optimised that sack of fat in your skull is. We've spent over ten thousand years killing anything that strays from the nice safe bounds of known magic, and arguably for good reason in some cases, but the rest... no, you've all been sat on your thrones for too long, got too comfortable with being right in the ways we teach even the dumbest apprentice not to be, before the immortality abrades their common sense away. And here I am rambling almost as bad as you are, in front of such an audience. Terrible habit, spent too long lecturing and not enough fighting. Well, I suppose a little class demonstration to end it off is due then. Watch closely, oh Archmage, and consider this. If I can run on a substrate of magic, why should I remain constrained to one piece of meat?

[At this point, Ao proceeded to fall over stone dead, in what was shockingly actually his plan. The autopsy revealed that was in fact his body, but the first sighting of one of his crystal spiders a week afterwards confirmed that he was in fact perfectly alive and had figured out body-transference a whole month before, and it was almost safe when he used it. The Hivemind of Ao would go on to become, as Ao liked to style himself, A Big Damn Problem. They still called him a lich for the next sixteen years though, and I have it on the best of authority it drove him demented that entire time.]

When a mage is badly injured, magic sometimes "fills in the gaps"—growing an arcane hand or leg. You suffered brain damage that would have killed most. Magic filled in your mind.

[prettydaisygirl]

can you do a part 2 about the bf james and peter story? maybe james ghosts her and she runs into remus one day, tells him what happened and he goes back and tells james

Just for you, love! This one turned out way longer than I thought it would, haha! Hope you enjoy <3

(ex)boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader who finally talk about Peter ✿ 1.7k words

cw: fem reader, break up, Peter is the worst, Remus is the best, angst with a happy ending

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please read part 1 here

You hate breakups.

Not that you’re entirely sure that is what is going on, but you haven’t heard from James in three weeks. That has to mean you’re broken up, right?

The first week, you’d held out hope that James might call you. Even though deep down you knew, when he’d kissed your hair instead of your lips and Peter looked at you with that smirk… It was pointless to wait around, but you’d been hoping for an opportunity to explain yourself. To tell James that it’s Peter who was saying horrible things, not you. You were trying to defend him!

But the call never came.

So your days go by in a blur, aimless routines and rituals that keep your body occupied and alive while your brain and heart ache for him. Things aren’t the same without James’ bright smile and beautiful aura. Your home feels dull without the promise of his shoes by the door next to yours, or a goodnight kiss where neither of you really want to fall asleep. You miss him. 

The park is your only escape. The light on your skin and the breeze in your hair makes you feel lighter, even if it’s just for a moment. You let the excited dogs and giggling little kids make you happy. It’s enough to get you out of the house. Enough to keep you going. Enough to make sure your heart doesn’t fully shrivel up and die. 

It’s one of those days, the ones where you feel a bit lighter sitting at the park bench and letting your mind go, when you suddenly find that you aren’t alone.

“Hello.” You know that voice. The smooth, honeyed tone you know to belong to James’ friend, Remus. 

“Remus,” You greet him with a smile that doesn’t entirely reach your eyes, “How are you?”

“I’m alright, love. But I’m more interested in how you’re doing. You look…” Remus’ words trail off but you can think of a million different ways he could end that sentence: bad, tired, upset, broken, etc.

“I’m… alive.” You decide on, but the words sound empty even to you. Remus eyes you, clearly deep in thought. 

“It was Peter, wasn’t it?” He asks the question like he already knows the answer. His words surprise you, head turning and brow raising, especially when he continues. “Peter said something that made you upset.”

You nod, throat tightening as you remember that horrible dinner all those nights ago. Your fingers pick at the wood of the park bench, your shoulders sagging.

“Peter is horrible.” You say, and you don’t care if you sound cruel, “From the moment I met him, I knew he was horrid. I know he’s your friend but you all let him say the most disgusting things about people. About each other!”

“What did he say?” Remus asks, and when you turn with your mouth open ready to argue, ready for Remus to defend his friend, he doesn’t. His face is only open, understanding.

You wring your hands in your lap and purse your lips as you think about what you want to say. Remus sits in patient silence, giving you time without complaint.

“He asked me if I think James is obnoxious.” You start, and Remus’ brows raise just an inch on his forehead. But he doesn’t speak. “He told me that… James would be getting bored of me. That someone new would catch his eye and everything we had would just…” You look around the park, eyes scanning everything without really seeing. You just will yourself not to cry. 

“I mean, I guess he was right? James and I haven’t talked in three weeks, he won’t even respond to my texts.”

Remus nods slowly, and your heart sinks a bit more. Maybe Remus agrees with Peter. Maybe he is just here to destroy your last bit of hope and put the final nail in the coffin.

“Peter and James have been friends since before I ever met either of them.” Remus says, finally, his voice cutting through the rest of the peaceful park sounds. “Peter has always been… for lack of a better term, a small man. James is larger than life, and Peter has always been jealous of him, even when we were young.”

“As boys, Peter would scare off anyone who wanted to be friends with James. It was only through Sirius’ stubbornness that he managed to break through them and become a part of the group. And Peter only allowed it if he was there too. I came along a bit later.”

“But even in our group of four, it was obvious that James is Peter’s best friend. He would get… antsy if we ever spent time together without him. It’s gotten better now as we’ve gotten older but it seems as though Peter has shifted his attention.” 

“What are you saying?” Your voice cuts through Remus’, eyes wide and your body turned almost fully toward him at this point.

“I’m saying you aren’t the first girlfriend of James’ that Peter has gotten rid of.” Remus runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily, face turning serious. “I should’ve known he was going to do this.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while, a mutual anger bubbling in the air around you both.

“Has he said anything?” You ask finally, your voice weaker than you’d like it to be. “James, I mean.”

“Oh, he’s devastated.” Remus’ voice is thick with emotion and his face morphs into obvious frustration, “The man is so in love with you.”

“Then why-” It’s like Remus can read your mind, he answers before you can even get the words out of your mouth.

“James loves Peter like a brother. Peter has been by James’ side since before the two of them were in diapers. I think… I think James doesn’t want to see what Peter is doing. He wants Peter to be good but…” Remus’ voice trails off again and you find your stomach churning.

“I love James.” You say, and you’ve never said anything truer in your life. “I just want him to be happy.”

“You both deserve to be happy. I’ll talk to him.” Remus says, and he continues to speak before you can open your mouth to argue, “I mean it. Then, if he doesn’t want to be with you, we’ll know. But he does. And you both deserve to be happy together.”

“Thank you, Remus.” You say, and you hate the way hope creeps back into your soul.

But four days pass after your conversation with Remus, and you still don’t hear from James.

It’s been devastating, almost worse this time, like breaking up all over again. You really tried not to get your hopes up when you spoke with Remus, but you can’t help it. All you want is James back.

You’re in an old t-shirt and putting a frozen meal in the oven when there’s a knock at the door. You groan, moving through the living room to the front door and you open it. 

Your heart stops when you see James’ face. He looks… dull. Not that bright, bubbly ray of human sunshine he always is.

“Jamie.” His name leaves your lips as a breath of relief and also a cry of pain.

“I’m sorry,” He says, and his voice is just as strained and pained as your own. “Remus told me about what you said. About what Peter said…”

You lean against the front door a bit, letting it hold some of your weight since you don’t trust yourself to stand fully on your own at the moment. You watch James, heart pounding in your chest. You’re sure it’s loud enough that he can hear it too. 

“I tried to tell you, but you all just left.” You say, and your eyes burn as the emotions resurface. “And you never called. I just wanted to explain…”

“I know.” James’ eyes squeeze shut and you feel your heart squeeze too. “I know, I’m sorry. I thought Peter was my friend…”

“Friends don’t talk about each other like that.” You step out onto the porch, standing in front of James. You miss being close to him, even just like this.

“No. They don’t.” James agrees, and you find yourself wanting to reach out and touch him. He seems to read your mind, placing a hand on the side of your neck and placing his forehead on yours. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You say, your voice cracking at the end. “I don’t want to break up.”

“I don’t either.” James agrees softly and it’s like you can feel the broken parts of yourself start to let him put you back together. 

“What about Peter?” You ask, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. You’re worried this is too good to be true. 

“I’m done with Peter.” James shakes his head, his curls swinging in front of his forehead as he moves with vigor, “I confronted him about what happened after I talked with Remus. And he admitted everything! He bragged about it, he said he thought he was helping me out because he thinks you aren’t good enough for me.” James rolls his eyes, but you can still see the emotional turmoil he must be going through.

You pull him close, your two bodies fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle, reuniting after weeks apart. 

“I’m sorry.” You say. “I know you love him.”

“I love you.” James says, and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’m sorry I believed Peter.”

“I’m sorry he wasn’t a good friend to you, Jamie.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his neck. His scent is comforting, soothing the ache of weeks without him. You squeeze him a bit tighter.

And this time, you’re not letting go.

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[forsaken-headcanons]

Hello, after rotating this child in my brain I have decided to revise/update one of my headcanons

(CW for mentions of child abandonment + attempted murder, and also lab experiment + doctor shenanigans, medical malpractice maybe ??? c00lkidd has been through the horrors sorry about that)

c00lkidd was born from an experiment, specifically how robloxian dna and drakobloxxer dna could mix into a singular organism . basically, the scientists mixed some cells together and put the homunculus in an egg to see what would come out

the experiment was partially successful at first ! c00lkidd was alive and well, just horrible skin due to the dna fusion not knowing how to combine the robloxian skin and drakobloxxer scales

the scientists tried to solve the skin problem with treatments and surgical procedures, but nothing worked. so they then deemed the experiment as a whole unsuccessful. Because this weird mix between species didn’t really count as any animal in the humane treatment system thing to them, they just packed it up in a box and sent it anonymously to the only person they suspected would deal with it: a deadly exploiter whom had no mercy towards anyone. Little did they know,

extra stuff:

Bluudud is a sea monster ! particularly a sorta mix between a shark and a seal . Super hard to explain the specifics without drawing it out though, so I’ll probably send a doodle of it one day

I have known prettyprincess for only like a week I still don’t know how to spell her name help!!!!!! she’s a bird to me, some sort of corvid specifically, loves shiny things like tiaras and gems

-c00l anon

This is the second time I've read a hc about 007n7 getting c00lkidd because others sent the kid to him thinking he would 'take care of it'. And I think should start killing those senders.

I'm in love with sea monster Bluudud. He's water and sea themed as a parallel to c00lkidd having fire abilities!! And bird pr3ttypriincess,,, She'd totally have a little horde of anything shiny or pretty she finds

[sukioyakio]

𝐒𝗍υρ𝗂ᑯ ᥣⱺ𝗏𝖾

Paring: Popular!Sukuna x reader (fem)

Both are in High-school and in sophomore

Summary: You badly need to get your biology grade up.So you had asked your teacher for to tutor but then your meet with him.

An: i got this idea from how my friends were helping me study for biology,and so i said hell yea. I hope you like this I been having this draft for so long-i needed to post it. Sorry for the grammar errors.And yes im still working on the requests (im so sorry for taking so long).

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Sukuna isn’t just a total street fighter, drug dealer, frat, or a player but he’s actually pretty intelligent in any subject but mostly on science, like in biology.

Which right now you were failing. What? You couldn't blame yourself science was never your thing. But when everyone else understood the lesson with ease; it made you feel stupid to ask them what the hell was going on and plus you didn't want anyone else to think you were stupid.

So, you asked your kind biology teacher if he could tutor you, instead he said he could ask one of his best students to tutor you.

but you would’ve never guessed it to be him....

Sukuna?

Sukuna out of all people!

It just doesn’t feel right seeing someone all tattooed, with hard-rock band logos and piercings at such a calm quiet scenery like a fricking library!

But that doesn’t matter because you need deep help with this class. You’re now sitting down stiff with awkward tension. You haven’t looked at him ever since you sat down in your seat. But all you know is that his sharp red orbs are creating black holes in your face.

‘God this is so fucking awkward’ Your voice ringed your mind, you hated that your antisocial behavior when it comes to meeting people or just being in a group of people you don’t know closely. You wished you had some sort of confidence like one of those people on social media to be able to talk to anyone without caring about their opinion's.

''Did you just come to be all shy or shit to fail or to waste my fucking time?"

His voice, harsh and deep; lanced with annoyance; ripped through your thoughts. Easily commanding attention to him. Giving you literally shivers.

You instantly turned to him with pleading eyes 'god please don't go I need your help' you rapidly spoke with a desperate plead "I'm sorry it won't happen again "you repeatedly said in a chant type of way.

"Shut the fuck up already" his cold and harsh tone instantly made you shut up. You were surprised he hadn't left yet, but in reality, you were relieved that he hadn't; your shoulders practically relaxed. You still felt pretty small against someone like him; it was like nobody being next to somebody who flows off confidence.

Sukuna easily got annoyed by your speech, simply groaning at the thought of actually tutoring you. But then again, he only agreed to tutor you. After that same teacher you had he had for a different period, but the class weighed more since it would give college credit.  

He said, 'if you tutor her, like actually tutor then I'll let you skip this class however you like it'. And so, he took the deal; since he had already been skipping the class just now, he won't be in detention for it.

So, thinking that you're not horribly failing the class and just need help with a lesson or two, but boy was he wrong.

"What does the animal and plant cell have in common?”  he announced in the mist quiet of the library, his eye boring into yours.

Your face scrunches up in confusion as if you hadn't heard his words. He immediately huffs out and then repeats himself.

"What does the animal and plant cell have in common?” He glares at her in annoyance, ready to behead her. He tapped his finger rhythmically against the table, a clear sign of impatience as he waited for you to give a damn answer.

You nodded; dismissing the rhythmic finger tapping sound, as you were pointing your finger up and down in a slow motion. Searching throughout your brain cell to find the answer. Your eyes light up, as you mutter “oh!!” with a confident smile.

“Wait they both have a Chloroplast!” Your response with renewed vigor, projecting a new confidence on your face. Looking at him with a proud look in your eyes. But to see his face turn to his normal stern to a horrific disgust looked on his face.

‘Maybe i was a little too confident. ...’  You said under your breath.

Never mind what he thought ten seconds ago, you're going to be the worst person to tutor. Just from that answer only.

“You got to be kidding me . . .” he groaned out loud. Some librarian told him to lower his voice, but he couldn't care less. His hand ran through his pink lock, the action showing his frustration. As he could’ve gone out and enjoyed hitting his blunt and chill with his boys.

But no.

You were fucking losing it up there in your brain after hearing his response to your answer. This is literally why you hated science related stuff; he acting just like your older brother whenever you're chatting, and he decided to talk about doctor stuff. AND HE Expect YOU TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT The BODY!!

“A-” he speaks but get interrupted by you.

“OK!! Wait it must be prokaryotic, right. . .?” Your voice raised at the beginning but slowly lowered its volume at the end, signifying that you're not completely sure.

“If I was you, I would shut the fuck up before I leave for you to fail” he responded with glares going straight to your soul. You shudder in silence, before making a loud gulp sound.

You felt like a tiny insect under this man's gaze. This was going to be one hell of a tutoring session, if you still wanted a passing grade...

 He rolled his eyes at your loud gulp, leaning back into his chair with a huff. This was going to be a LONG ass day for him. He wanted to skip this session, but nooooo, now he's stuck here tutoring some girl that doesn't know the answers to the most basic ass science questions.

"Did you fail the class or what? How do you not know the goddamn one single similar thing between prokaryotic cells and eukaryotic cells" he groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table in front of them. "Prokaryotic cells are basically just single-celled organisms, like bacteria, and they don't have a nucleus. Eukaryotic cells such as plant and animal cells are the ones with a nucleus, and they're found in everything from plants to animals to fungi. You see? Easy" he said, tapping his index finger on the table emphasizing his point.

You stare at him, before nodding. “Ah... Of course that makes ...Perfec-”

“You didn't get a damn thing what I said didn't you,Dumbass” He interrupted you. Having you sigh hard, and slumping down on the desk, covering your face and groaning out loud in the process.

“I'm so going to fail” you muttered.

Silence erupts around both of them. He leans back to his chair, forcing himself up, looking  at the ceiling with a stern and annoyed expression. His eyes flickered towards your gloomy aura.

 Before anything, Sukuna just suddenly hits your back, like hard. . .  Causing your head to jerk up and look up at his stern face. Your brows furrowed down in a ‘what the fuck’ expression.

 “OW, What the hell!! " You shout at him. The librarian whispers loudly at where you both are again. He just huffs out a smirk before it disappears. Through the intensely stern and harden exterior, his eyes held the smallest hints of pity for you.

“Are you just going to quit, like that. Fucking pathetic” he murmurs the last part making you feel worst already. Your eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together. Feeling even more pathetic than before.

You look away and respond weakly “no... I'm not quitting”. 

Sukuna eyebrow raises, “now really” He replies with a mockery. His tone of mockery made your heart tighten with annoyance but as well from how he treated like you cant learn shit. (Definitely not from a PowerPoint)

 You turn to look at him, with an annoyed expression. “Yes, really” you reply with more attitude in your voice.

He smirks at your response, a sly look in his eye. "Oh yeah? Then get your head out of your ass and actually pay attention for once, instead of just sitting there and daydreaming" he snaps back at you. He can practically see your patience wearing thin.

You grumble at that reply, as if you hadn’t already done that before, and you still can't get a damn about the lessons.

"I'm here to help you pass, not to make you feel better about yourself" he added with a scoff. "So, stop acting like a damn damsel in distress and start acting like you actually want to pass this goddamn class."

As he passes you a piece of paper with his writing on it. Standing up and before pushing his chair inside the table. “Watch these videos and then we can study. I’m not going to tutor someone who doesn’t even know what the difference or similarities between a plant cell or an animal cell is” He leaves right after he says that. Leaving you dumbfounded and annoyed.

You grab the piece of paper and read what it says, ‘go to amoeba sister and fucking watch the video “biology for beginner” better take notes.’ Your face quickly smiles widely at least for once you had someone guide to lean on, this is better than having to understand everything on a PowerPoint.

TBC

To be honest i have no idea how to make a part two of them. I did started writing for the part but i loss.I might discontinue it or not.

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[manlikeazi]

hi I love your work so so much and i was really hoping you could do an Aj one where they break up and he goes and begs for forgiveness ik you did a Sharky one already but am desperate for an Aj one it was so goood

Fix It, Right Now - Aj Shabeel

Summary: You and Aj gets into a fight and all it takes for Aj to apologize is a serious talk and a bunch of chaos.

Pairing: Aj Shabeel x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Note: This req is similar to the one I received on wattpad so I just kinda did it both in this one lmao.

The Beta Squad mansion was unusually quiet. Tense. The kind of silence that made even the sound of a spoon tapping a mug feel like a drum solo. 

 Aj sat on the couch, arms crossed, staring blankly at the TV. It was on but he wasn't watching. He hadn't said a word in hours. 

 Because you were mad at him. Rightfully so.

 The fight had started earlier that afternoon. You'd called him out gently on constantly brushing off your feelings, especially around his friends. Instead of taking it seriously, Aj, in typical Aj fashion, deflected with sarcasm. 

You left the room, furious, hurt, disappointed and eyes glossy and then telling him you needed space. Then that space had turned into hours. Long ones.

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Chunkz was the first to step in. He walked into the room, hands in his pockets, eyes focused, no jokes just serious older brother mode. He stood in front of Aj, blocking the TV. 

 "You gonna keep being an idiot or what?" Chunkz said, looking at Aj straight in the eyes.

"Not in the mood, man" Aj said as he didn't even blink, trying to look past Chunkz. 

"Yeah? Well I'm not in the mood to watch my boy throw away the best thing that's ever happened to him 'cause his pride's doing pushups in the back of his brain" Chunkz said as he observed Aj who stayed quiet. 

"Listen to me yeah? She loves you, bro. She's patient, kind, good to you and you treat her like she's just gonna wait around forever? Grow the hell up" Chunkz said as you next to him and wrapped his one arm around Aj.

 Aj's jaw clenched. 

 "Say one more dumb thing and I swear I'll slap the ego outta you" Chunkz said, voice low, eyes dead serious. 

"This isn't about you being right. This is about you being better. Fix it. Now" Chunkz added as he straightened up, gave Aj a long, final look, and walked out. 

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Then hours after Chunkz's talking to, there came Sharky. 

 Subtle, surgical and annoying. 

"So... how's it feel knowing you're gonna be single before sundown?" Sharky said as he plopped down next to Aj and stretched. 

"Piss off, get out of here man" Aj said as he side-eyed him. 

 "I'm just saying" Sharky replied casually 

"It takes a special kind of talent to ruin something good and act like you're the victim" Sharky said with a small smile. 

Aj felt uncomfortable and shifted to try and look more composed.

"You know what I noticed? She used to always laugh when you entered a room. Like, proper light-up-the-space laugh. Haven't heard that today" Sharky said as he leaned forward, voice lighter now. 

Aj didn't respond.

 "You good at making jokes, yeah but you're also good at making people cry, apparently" Sharky said. 

 That one stung and it was meant to. 

"You'll either apologize tonight or regret it every day after. Your choice, Romeo"  Sharky said as he clapped him on the back and stood. 

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After Chunkz and Sharky's annoying attempt of making Aj feel even more horrible than he's currently feeling a few hours ago. Then, came chaos. 

Because Niko and Kenny just bursted into the room dressed in... costumes? 

Kenny wore a bedsheet like a toga, holding a plunger like a sword. Niko had wrapped himself in fairy lights and was holding a speaker over his head playing "Let Me Love You" by Mario. 

 "What the hell--" Aj started. 

 "WE'RE HERE TO SAVE YOUR RELATIONSHIP!" Niko said, dramatically. 

"On behalf of love itself, we command you to get off your sorry arse and APOLOGIZE" Kenny said as he stepped forward dramatically. 

"THIS ISN'T ABOUT PRIDE" Niko said, twirling. 

"IT'S ABOUT HEART AND COMMON SENSE" Niko added. 

 "Do it for her" Kenny said as he begged, fake tears streaming from under his sunglasses. 

"Do it for the story! The grandchildren!" Kenny added.

 Aj stared at them both. Didn't knew whether to be terrified or disgusted by the threatics of his friends. 

 "...Y'all are actually insane" Aj said. 

"Correct" Kenny replied. 

"But we're also right" Niko added.  

"And now she's down there, sad and waiting. Go fix it" Niko said as he pointed to the hallway. 

 And suddenly, between Chunkz's lecture, Sharky's jabs, and these two lunatics prancing around like emotional backup dancers... Aj got it. 

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After all the convincing doings of his friends, from Chunkz's intimidation to Niko and Kenny's chaos. Aj found his courage to apologize. He walked down the hall, heartbeat loud in his ears. Stopping in your door. Well, technically his door because it's originally his room in the mansion.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, knees tucked up. He knocked softly. 

 "...Yeah?" You said softly, voice done well on trying not to crack.

"Can I come in?" Aj said as he opened the door. 

 You didn't answer right away, hesitating and thinking if this will start another fight but then you gave it a chance as you gave a small nod. 

He stepped inside and sat beside you. For a moment, he didn't say anything. Then said.

"I was a prick, a jerk" Aj said. 

You looked at him, surprised at the bluntness. 

"I made a joke instead of listening and that's on me. I hurt you, I dismissed you and that's not the kind of man I want to be, not for you" Aj said, his sincereness can be noticed in his tone. 

Your eyes softened, but you stayed quiet. You knew Aj wasn't really open about his feelings and when he did open up, it's always the truth.

"I thought being chill meant not being emotional but that just made me cold. I didn't mean to make you feel like your feelings didn't matter. They do, you do" Aj said looking into your eyes, apologetic. 

"I'm sorry, baby, for real" Aj said as he reached for your hand. 

"You made me feel small" You muttered. 

 "I know" Aj whispered. 

"And I'll spend every day making you feel like you're the biggest thing in my world because you are" Aj added. 

You stared at him for a long beat... then finally melted into his arms, holding him tight. 

"I missed you" You mumbled into his hoodie. 

"I missed you too" Aj said as he breathed into your hair. 

"I promise, I'm learning. Just... don't give up on me yet" Aj added. 

"I'm not going anywhere" You said then you leaned back just enough to kiss himsoft, slow, and forgiving. 

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Back in the Living Room where four members of the beta squad sat on the couch, waiting for Aj to comeback with you or just any sign that you both fixed the problem already.

"Do you hear that?" Niko said as he peeked around the corner. 

"They're not yelling" Kenny whispered. 

"That's a good sign" Kenny added. 

"Told you jabs work" Sharky said as he grinned. 

"And a little talking to" Chunkz said with a small smile, arms crossed. 

They waited. Then, Aj and you walked out, hand in hand, your eyes still a little red but smiling. Aj looked... lighter. 

 Everyone tried not to cheer.Then Niko dramatically pressed play on the bluetooth connected speaker again. 

 "LET ME LOOOOOVE YOUUUU--" The speaker spat out loudly and all of you bursted out laughing then just like that, everything felt right again.

- end -

Hello lovelies!!! Top tier consistency, basically carrying the fanfic side of the beta squad rn. Ha! Kidding.

I hope y'all have an amazing day, absolute love and guidance.

As I said everytime, send in some request and ideas!!

[sirxlla]

Hi! I got this from your list of prompts which I liked. "They Come Home To You Touching Yourself." with Jon Snow 🤰

Thinking Of Him When He's Not Around

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Warnings: SPICY

Prompt: above but I did Jon and Robb 🫶🏻

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

JON: Jon was nervous when he arrived home to hear whimpers and moans. He readied his sword for whatever horrible possibility his brain was conjuring up. He was worried someone might've tied you up or hurt you. He very slowly walks from room to room, clearing them as he goes.

He quietly enters the room to see just what all the ruckus is about: no intruders, no bad guys, just his you out on the bed with your hand between your thighs and your bottom lip between your lips; Jon's face fills with a smirk.

"You know, if I'd've known how eager you were, I might've hurried just a bit quicker on my way back." Jon says, leaning against the door frame, his smirk only growing wider as your skeleton nearly jumps out of your body. Your heart was now racing, not at the thought of him but slight embarrassment and the sudden nature of him being home.

"I-" You start to think of excuses to excuse your behavior as your mother taught you to never do such things, 'a lady should never think of anything deemed crude or sexual.' Jon notices how much you're starting to panic and kneels on the bed.

"Now, I said nothing of the sort that would mean I wanted you to stop." Jon's grin gets wider as he crawls up between your thighs and pulls you into a deep kiss.

"I swear by the gods you're the most beautiful thing to ever grace the seven kingdoms." He gently guides you back down onto the bed, kissing your neck. He made sure you wouldn't be embarrassed about tonight or any other night. After that your choice to indulge yourself with the idea of him.

ROBB: Robb being a King meant he wasn't around often, so he isn't always there when you wanna fool around, so often times than not, you handle it yourself. Unbeknownst to you, Robb made time to see you; he needed to see you. All of the rules and things going on at the moment were making his head spin and you are the only one who ever helps in times like this.

Robb hears moaning and his heart nearly drops...'Had you found another man? Were you cheating on him? No, you wouldn't....would you?' His eyes widen as he enters the room and realizes what's actually happening; you definitely aren't cheating.

"So this is what you do while I am forced to be King?" He puts down his sword near the doorway, smirks and makes his way over to you

"I just don't wanna bother you with how busy you are." You truly didn't want to cause him anymore stress than he was currently under and in your mind bothering your husband for this when he is already quite busy just seemed uncessesary and mean.

He grabs your ankle and pulls your rear to the edge of the bed before kneeling down in front of the bed. Robb grins up at you as he puts your thighs over his shoulders, his gaze brightly beaming into yours.

"Forgive me, I have been neglecting you, My Queen." He massages your thighs before leaving little kisses up your thighs and towards your core. Robb doesn't usually get time to indulge in you but when he does he makes the most of it which ends up in him having to push his prior tasks to later that next evening.

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[dredgen-dumbass]

this has popped back into my head today after talking to family and hearing the "RFK is like that bc brain worms" joke for the millionth time

no, chances are he is not. he's just a piece of shit. brain damage does not make you like that. having a speech impediment does not make you like that. disability does not make you like that.

stop equating brain injury to morality. even as a joke. stop giving fuckheads like rfk even a sliver of an excuse with shit like "well of course he did/said xyz! he's brain damaged!" he's a horrible person because he does horrible things. "a worm ate his brain!" is a medical condition, not a moral issue.

if you use someone's disability as an insult as soon as it's someone who is publicly acceptable to mock, you're still saying that's a trait that's okay to make fun of. same goes for his speech impediment.

I hate RFK as much as the next guy, but as someone with actual fucking brain damage, I'm so sick of hearing the same 4 jokes on rotation from people who claim to be allies.

i'm not saying his actions are completely unimpacted, but that isn't my point. he was already a piece of shit. brain damage did not make him a bad person. he made him a bad person. send post

Deleted the rant but I am wishing all of you a very good if you took the r slur out of your vocabulary but still use brain damage as an insult you are not an ally to the disabled community, you changed nothing, you win nothing, you lose, good day sir.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

unpopular opinion but gojo satoru is NOT suited for mpreg in my mind … he is not mother he is not papa etc etc. suguru on the other hand……….

[flintstonegummy69]

is this anything ?

[vintageseawitch]

"omg i didn't know this book was based off a REYLO fanfic waaaah i don't like that 😭😭"

[all-seeing-ifer]

[ccbatman]

actually so sick how they made steph into a martyr for everything wrong with gotham when she lived her whole life trying to prove that she was everything right

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you say they can’t put telepaths in marvel rivals, yet we have some very credible leaks that jean grey and emma frost are gonna be in the game soon.

that being said, jean has telekinesis (and the phoenix force) and emma has her diamond form. telepathy is all charles has, lmfao. odds are pretty low for him, but maybe not zero if they give him telekinesis!

if yall have me say he got psionic blasts one more time i am going to scream HE HAS MORE THAN TELEPATHY . LIMITED BUT HE HAS IT <- he has gone against sentinels and disabled armies with it before HE CAN FIGHT I PROMISEEE

and technically they did give him telekinesis in krakoa (and very weak telekinesis sometimes before krakoa) so .... not my fave move but he does have that ...... and ig they give him a gun sometimes ........ last resort type shit but he has options ..

[ratcandy]

I!!!! AM ALLOWED!!!!!!! TO HAVE A TREAT!!!! i scream while sobbing and hitting a button that says Buy on it

[zylphiacrowley]

Wake up call

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