#and kids he wants to protect on the basis of them being kids

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Random shit go

My player lore cause we won’t get anything from missing link 💔

No background research for anything I just drop my pure daydreaming to music moments of lore here so it’s might not make sense too.

First, I finally gonna name them (avoided that cause didn’t want to take them as my oc till we get more lore)

Nuru, a name I found while looking for gender neutral names. Liked how it looks and funny enough the name means “light”.

Union x lore

They have the same lore from kingdom hearts union cross, but background different (player have no background 💔)

All the kids in daybreak gotta come from somewhere. Maybe parents never shown just for the sake of mystery. Won’t be investing in solving that tho but my player and ocs comes from other places.

Nuru started as a blue bird that lived in enchanted dominion. But since its was back then before world got separated I like to see these worlds as kingdoms. Nuru got used as experimental object in another kingdom that explored hearts, their memories fusion with a human child body who missed their heart and kinda pretty much dead depends on how death works in kingdom hearts. Happened to be found by few kids from daybreak town after darkness attacked on the experimental place (cause fuck around and find out with hearts) and got adopted to their party.

Same lore as the game but more depths and details on party members and more hangouts with Ephemer before the series lore gets in. Some exploration on body dysmorphia cause bro stuck in a weird ass body and not a bird.

Keyblade war incoming and Dark Chirithy. Nightmare is so confusing, and missing link is not coming so gotta make my own lore for them too. Thats damn gonna be our chirithy who went “Sora” and time travel to try save us from the keyblade war. But lost their way to darkness immediately cause the trauma from the keyblade war was strong. They would do the same things as Nightmare believing thats the best way to help (and it kinda was? Player did survive in the war in the end lol). If it wasn’t them it would be another nightmare that somehow will show up? But the possibilities for that could be low, cause usually all Chirithy are dead with their keyblade when falling for darkness. So or time travel or the Master of masters planting Nightmare for his plan.

In the keyblade war, all of Nuru’s party members, their family, get killed. They didn’t even fall for darkness, they just wanted to protect each other. Nuru got some extra keyblades after that.

Same lore after the keyblade war but Nuru get flashbacks on daily basis and have no idea why and why their whole party have left them behind. Holding on to not crash out when the union leaders gang talks about glitches and the keyboard war like it did happened. Before Ephemer and Nuru goes to their separate ways in the Game Central station, they both trade a small piece of their hearts to stay connected and not get lost there permanently without a backup to get out. So later when Ephemer goes back to daybreak town when he mentioned their hearts connected he means it literally.

Going to the 4 darkness battle. With their hearts connection Ephemer didn’t feel like Nuru was actually under darkness control. But their emotions and attacks were so real. Its Nuru using their anger on their memories being tempered with, and the feeling they got of being an experience subject all these years ago. They do play as darkness with the same motivation of wanting Skuld and Ephemer to be the one going and being saved. But the grudge for the memories thing gives them the boost to do the hard thing and actually attack Ephemer and Skuld all the way through.

They also getting Nightmare’s backup for darkness effect, cause Dark Chirithy was still following them around, but more in secret.

Eventually, I don’t see Player/Nuru as actually dying. Cause we didn’t get much (to literally zero information) on how bro can just reincarnate and be already a kid and not a baby. Maybe some missed lore behind that too, but kingdom hearts have way too many ways to die and still survive anyway. Nuru fall to darkness, with all the four darkness sealed in them.

Missing Link lore

Nuru might be going crazy, with 4 darkness in them trying to get out, A Dark Chirithy that only complains a lot and threatening to eat Nuru (I don’t think they can do that…) and their best friend Chirithy who worries a lot. But somehow they survive. Nuru uses their friends keyblades to fight all type of darkness. The sacrifice of their friends being a protection more than their own keyblade would give them. With time, the four darkness became one, another side of Nuru that represents their trauma that sometimes talks to them while Nuru lost their mind and memories have been long gone, have no idea what that thing in their heart yapping about. After a while, the darkness also forgets and becomes quiet. Both Chirithy haven’t shown up in a while. While Ephemer’s piece of heart being their only light. They wouldn’t even remember what is that. But feel that it is important. Nuru finally ended up in End of Sea, but they wouldn’t remember how, cause just walking on autopilot. They get washed up to the beach in Scala ad Caelum.

So here its some little of lore we got from the beta test. It would be the same cause its was pretty cute, Player getting adopted by new people. But without the whole lore and mechanics of diving to the real world Pokemon go thing. Have no idea how that works.

Nuru will do some easy missions and get headaches whenever they see Ephemer statue and so on. The destined day finally arrives and Nuru meets Brain. Brain calls Nuru by their name, surprised. Nuru faints from headaches. When waking up they won’t remember much yet, but some important information like the fact they have darkness sealed in them, feeling like a danger to others. Brain jokes about asking Nept to borrow Nuru for a while. Neptune warns him that Nuru better not be a subject for a research. Nuru asks what research could that be. Brain shares with Nept that Player/Nuru comes from the same place as he, and so he need to do check ups to not get the higher up people into it. He also mentions that his research team have been keeping up on signals from the dark realm and they finally knows what was coming from there. At least a crisis is avoided cause its just Nuru.

They talk some time and Brain checks Nuru’s heart, seeing that the darkness they worried about is now part of Nuru’s heart and not a separate being. But they could get triggered to wake up and be a thing again if Nuru gets their memories back. Brain also mentioned there is another light that sits in their heart and its very small, surprised how it could stay and exist for that long. Brain asks how much they remember about the end of data daybreak town. Nuru shares that everyone they knew have turned into dream eaters. Brain is surprised a bit, as the book never mentioned that the dream eaters would be kids who fall a sleep. Nuru tries to call their Chirithy but they won’t show up. Nuru decides to risk it and ask Brain to tell them everything he can about their past. Brain says they should do that in another world to not risk Scala. But it will take some time to get approval for that.

They will figure things out and more crash outs and memories and trauma and its gonna be fun! Also exploring Ephemer’s old house and meeting his blood line family and weird stuff cause oh yeah he is dead and have a family... Finding out he faked up a prophecy in his family about his friends just in case someone will end up in Scala, to have some extra protection to their safety (don’t harm them or yall doomed type of prophecy lol) So thats gonna be fun with them now. Thats why its was so awkward with Freya? Lots of politics stuff inspired by khml fanfics bless yall but I can’t make things up so heavy lore of the societies and families in the background i guess…

Gonna ignore the missing link background lore cause I really hoped missing link would give that and again can’t make up complicated stuff. My buddy and Brain gonna focus more on the sleeping dandelions. Nuru is kinda unhinged from some of the memories coming back and experimenting on themselves with connecting to the sleep realm. Some of their tries would he very close to death cause they are similar states. Brain tries to find other solutions but keeps up with Nuru and take notes. Nuru is able to go to the sleep realm, but their stay time is usually for a minute or two, they are not stable enough for that connection yet. Freya suggests them to try take it easier, like meditation. They try that and actually get to stay longer in the sleep realm, and reunite with their two Chirithy there! Thats where they went hiding to. They guide Nuru to meet the dream eaters that were their friends cause I guess Chirithy can sense hearts or something. Nuru really went through everything and was into the self experiment thing cause the trauma but meeting Chirithy again snapped Nuru back and with Nightmare they acted like disappointed parents to Nuru lol. At some point Nuru decided to use the Ephemer heart piece to grow from it a new heart. To give another chance for Ephemer. It didn’t really work out cause no body as a vessel but Ephemer ghost is real now and gonna hunt Nuru forever. They didn’t update Brain on that tho.

Some more research and lore and details whatever Ephmer ghost in the background lore dump them but they figure out it’s won’t be that easy to wake anyone up. Brain suggests that its anyway would be better to first find destiny island so all their friends will have a safe place to wake up to. They also figured out that the answer to wake up dandelions would be in the future. Nuru plans to leave and go back to walk in the dark realm for that. So that happens and meanwhile the background story that would be a reason for baby Xehanort taken away from his mother. Nuru splits themselves to two, their heart stays with Xehanort to be his guardian and literally only he can see them and their original body with ghost Ephemer walks down the dark road to the dark realm (thats gonna be funny later cause Xehanort will split himself and walk the dark road, like guardian, like son).

Its makes so much no sense and how tf Player/Nuru survives that? No reason but plot armor and cause I can. If we get no lore I get it my own way with my over powered main character that doesn’t have canon face. They 100% the ruler of the dark realm and can beat anyone up. Extra points their body went through experiments so they far from the normal human limits :D

So when the time for Nuru to leave Xehanort its looks like they died but they just went back to their body self or whatever.

Meanwhile idk whatever going on with Blain, but he was confirmed missing and not dead so I bet he found his own way for the future (cough Luxu).

Post KH3 era(?)

Gonna ignore all what happened with Sora disappearing cause KH4 might not be coming at this point as well. Everyone are happy. Lauriam and Elrena are back and telling embarrassing stories about Ventus. Luxu is a good guy didn’t summon any of the foretellers and brought back Subject X from wherever he was hiding her. Booo MOM plan we ain’t gonna bother with that. That damn box gonna have data daybreak town or Brain himself in it. Brain somehow is back and suggests to do the same thing everyone did with the nobody kids to get a new bodies for all the sleeping dandelions. And also Ephemer, but thats after Player/Nuru will back. And bonding time with amnesia Skuld but nothing gets her memories up. With Ventus brain didn’t try cause Terra talked about how Ventus crashed out from pain when they first met. Brain shows a device that will help get get Nuru back (the same old thing from Scala that could keep up with what walking around the dark realm). Nuru is back! Yayy Ephemer ghost merged with the other Ephemer ghost and they also do that time travel heart magic thing and now Ephemer is back too. Yay reunion! Trauma talking and bonding and the age of fairytale gang acting like everyones grandparents for the jokes of it.

Anyway So the key to bring wake up the dandelions is some power of friendship type of magic. Nuru already did too much so Sora gonna get the honors, he is anyway besties with most of them. And Riku being a dream eater also helps a lot. While doing the big spell that spots the hearts and wake them up they discovered a felt a resonance with other hearts far away (hello is the Quadratum). And they will chose to go and explore it but thats not Nuru’s story anymore (they are gonna bring back Strelitzia tho). Dandelions are back and gotta get them back into society and being alive so that will take more of Nuru priorities.

Not bringing back that other Xehanort cause he just need a normal life let him stay there.

Ending words

So yeah thats most of it. I promise its better in my head when I listen to edits audios and Player goes around kicks ass and solving mysteries in Scala while having Ephemer as a ghost friend but the details are too much details I never really made anything strongly built up and its just ideas.

If anyone read it all bless yall and totally give me more solid and build up ideas to complete anything if you have any ☺️🙏🏻

Gonna work more in details about the union cross life with their party and make the party ocs cause its easier for me to work with lore that already exists. While we know not much about missing link so I don’t wanna dive in too much in things I don’t know and not feeling comfortable enough to make shit up.

This took me an hour to write I think 😭

Have a good time coping with Missing link gone everyone…

[llycaons]

thought about dante again and his deal is just so. ouhhhhhhhgh

[btsvt-bar]

hurts so good

pairing ꩜ mean husband!mingyu x afab!reader

content/genre ꩜ haters to lovers, ceo/mean husband mingyu, smut (18+ mdni)

author's note ꩜ not proofread . comments are appreciated!

warnings under the cut!

warnings ꩜ smut, fingering, masturbation (m. receiving), alcohol consumption, angry sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, creampie, light degrading, dom-ish mingyu, dirty talk, spanking (he slaps her ass like 4 times), begging.

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You and Mingyu first met when you were kids. Coming from rich families, you went to the same private school. And to be honest, you really hated him back then.

When you were teenagers, Mingyu was really popular. He was good-looking and smart, being one of the top students of the school. All the girls had a crush on him, even if he was mean to them.

He had always been self absorbed and rude to everyone. Especially to you, and you had no clue why.

You were the quiet, nerdy type. You kept it to yourself, being too focused on your grades and on getting into a good university. Plus, you were basically the only one who didn’t think he was hot shit — but, of course, you’d never say it out loud.

Both of you got into Business School, so you never really got rid of him. His annoying personality only got worse, making you his personal laughing stock.

It worsened when your families merged companies. Coming from the food and beverage industry, and being good friends, it felt natural to merge companies and create an empire bigger than it was before. And, of course, that union had to be sealed with the marriage of the heirs.

When your parents told you, you had a nervous breakdown. They didn’t understand why, labeling you as dramatic. Of course they wouldn’t get it, Mingyu posed as polite and respectful in front of them. But you knew better.

That’s how you ended up getting married to the man you despised. Needless to say, it was the worst day of your life.

Now, three years later, you’re still trapped in a marriage that feels more like a prison. You sleep in separate rooms and on the daily basis, you and Mingyu never really talk, unless it’s a work matter.

Also, you have a terrible sex life. You can count on a hand the amount of times the two of you did it. Yes, you are physically attracted to Mingyu. He has great abs and a big dick, plus delicious big arms and a toned chest. The few times you fucked, you were both tipsy and had had a fight before going out to some company party. It was always angry sex, and you never talked about it the morning after.

With your 4th anniversary approaching, people started asking when are you going to have kids. You dreaded this moment, but it seemed like you couldn’t scape it anymore. It got you thinking about your “marriage”, about how you wished things would change and how you wished Mingyu was a good husband.

As you do your makeup for the company dinner you have tonight, you try to be mentally prepared to be questioned, once again, about your pregnancy plans.

"Hurry up, we’re going to be late" Mingyu says outside your room. You finish putting on lipstick and grab your purse.

You find him waiting on the couch, looking really handsome in his all black tuxedo. His eyes scan you head to toe. His face remains emotionless, but you notice his eyes lingering a bit too long on your wine colored lips and modest cleavage.

"Let’s go."

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The music is a bit loud, so you have to stay all the way across the room to chat properly with other people.

You are stuck talking to Mingyu’s friends’ wives. It’s not that you don’t like them, because you do, but the topic of the conversation is not something you want to discuss.

"Cheollie’s been so good to me since I told him I’m pregnant" Gwen says while smiling fondly at her husband, who's across the room. "I mean, he’s always been sweet, but now he’s so much more protective and loving…"

"Wonwoo was like that too" Claire comments. "And he’s just the perfect father. Always wanting to help me out. And he won’t admit, but he loves to prepare Yeji’s lunchbox." The other women coo, finding it adorable. But you feel your face twist into a sad expression.

You knew all of them were in an arranged marriage just like yours. How on earth you were the only one who got unlucky?

"What about you and Mingyu?" Mona, Jeonghan’s wife, asks you. "Are you planning to get pregnant soon?"

You take a sip of your gin and tonic, trying to come up with an answer. They all look at you expectantly, and you don’t have the guts to let them down.

"Oh, definitely! We’re trying" you lie. The other women cheer excitedly.

"You’re gonna have the cutest babies!" Claire says.

"Oh that’s for sure. And y/n will be the prettiest mamma ever!" Gwen gushes.

You start to feel bad about lying, so you finish your drink and walk away to grab another.

As you wait, you see Mingyu chatting and laughing with his friends. And it makes you kinda mad that he’s having fun, and you’re not. When you look back at where the other wives are, you see them caressing Gwen’s pregnant belly and you decide you’ve had enough. You walk over to Mingyu, his smile fading the second he spots you.

"What?" he asks in a harsh tone, left eyebrow raising.

"I wanna go home, I’m not feeling well" you say the first excuse that comes to mind.

"Are you for real?" Mingyu seems so annoyed. Seungcheol nudges him, letting out a quiet ‘bro’. Mingyu sighs. "Ok, whatever."

The ride home is tense. Mingyu was holding back so he wouldn’t make a scene in front of the driver, but as soon as you’re alone in your living room, he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore.

"Why do you always have to ruin the night? Honestly, Y/N, you’re so fucking annoying!" he spits out.

You roll your eyes, deciding not to take shit from him. "I was bored and wanted to come home. You could’ve stayed."

"No, I couldn’t. That would make me look bad."

Usually, you wouldn’t say what you wanted. You’d just ignore and go to your room. But today, after a few drinks, and having to hear for hours on end about how your friends’ husbands were amazing, you felt fed up with Mingyu’s bullshit.

"Maybe you should worry more about being a good husband than about faking it." you point out while taking off your heels.

"Excuse me?" his nostrils flare, signaling how angry he was.

You just shrug, not giving a fuck if he was mad. "It is what it is, Mingyu. You don’t even try to be nice to me, but you worry so damn much about how you’re perceived by others." By now, your purse was thrown on the nearest chair and you’re shouting at him. "I’m done trying to be nice, and I think we reached a point where we should get a divorce and move on. Our marriage is a sham and I’m so fucking done with you."

The man chuckles as his tongue pokes his inner cheek. He looks really annoyed. Mingyu sighs and empties his pockets, putting his stuff in a bowl on the small wooden counter.

You feel livid and his lack of response keeps your mouth running. "What’s so funny?"

"Nothing, just the fact that you think that this shitty situation is all on me." He rises his eyebrows. "Get over yourself, Y/N. None of us is willing to take the first step, that’s why our marriage is a shit show." Mingyu turns around and heads out to his room, but the next thing you say stops him dead in his tracks.

"Why aren't you willing to take the first step? What have I done that is so bad that you can't even be my friend?" A few tears escaped your eyes, but you were quick to wipe them away. "Does hurting me make you feel good or something?"

He had to give it to you. You are being really brave, questioning him and talking back.

The small bar cart catches his eyes and he decides that if you're finally having that conversation — one you should've had years ago —, he needs a drink to get through it. The room is filled with the sound of whiskey being poured. Mingyu takes a long sip, almost downing down the whole liquid, and refills his cup.

If he were to be completely honest, he would say he didn't even know why he hated you. He just did. Nowadays, he didn't mind your presence for the most part. However, when you hit his nerves, he wanted you gone. "Hating you is as natural as breathing for me. It's always been like this, why change it?"

"So we can, at least, coexist in peace? Have some fun, even? I'm not asking you to be husband of the year, but could try to be an ok one." You say with a tired tone, the whole situation already taking it's toll on you. Copying his actions, you poured some of the amber liquid for yourself. "You can get some tips from your friends. They're nice to their wives."

Mingyu snorts. "Yeah sure, if you're going to learn from your friends how to be a good wife…"

"I'm willing to try, Mingyu. But I'm not doing this on my own."

You both calmed down quickly, the heated beginning reduced to a low toned conversation. You’re impressed with how well things are going, considering the two of you usually shout and exchange offenses until someone walks away.

"We can try." His voice is quiet. Mingyu's staring at you, his eyes filled with undertones you don't comprehend yet. His moist lips are caught between his teeth. Shaking his head, he places the empty cup on the cart. "This is funny, you know."

"What?"

You can see he's conflicted between saying what's on his mind and keeping his mouth shut. "You can tell me, since we're being honest." You encourage him.

He looks you deeply in the eyes and says "We just called a truce like two minutes ago and now my mind keeps whispering that if we were a real couple, this would be the moment to kiss and make up."

Your mouth gapes in shock. The few times you had sex before, you hadn’t kissed. Mingyu would fuck you from behind, fast, hard and with a lot of pent up anger. And that was it. So you were caught off guard by his words. Seeing your expression, Mingyu quickly added: "The alcohol got to my head, pretend I never said anything."

Before he can try to leave again, you grab his bicep. "I hate to admit it, but you kind of have a point…"

Both of you start to feel this weird heat spreading under your skins. You sigh deeply. It’s weird you know precisely what’s underneath those black clothes. Mainly because you feel like you’re going to have sex him with for the first time.

"Want me to fuck you senseless until we spend all our anger and then we can start over?" He offers with a crooked smile you never saw before.

You feel slick pooling in your panties, your body already reacting to his filthy mouth. This flirty, sexy side of Mingyu is new to you, but you’re already loving it.

"Are you for real?"

Mingyu towers over you, making you step back until you reach the nearest wall. "Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't fuck you until we both forget we hated each other in the first place?"

His serious eyes and deep voice make you sigh and bite your lower lip, fully invested in him. He reaches out and caresses your cheek before pulling you in for a kiss.

You both moan at the contact. His tongue dominates yours in a second, imposing a fast rhythm. Your core twists, tingling in a way that nearly hurts. Mingyu grunts when you close your arms around his neck and pulls gently at his hair.

The room temperature rises, leaving you both hot and bothered when you break the kiss. "Go to your room." Mingyu instructs and you comply. The walk is torturous, with shaky legs and your skimpy lacy panties sticking to your folds.

You’re shaking a little when you sit down on your bed. The night went from 0 to a 100 in minutes and you honestly don’t even want to think much about it for now.

"Can I come in?" Mingyu asks on the other side of the door, knocking lightly on the wood.

"Yeah, sure."

Mingyu took off his blazer and necktie, and the first buttons of his shirt are open, revealing his toned chest. Once again, you evaluate his beefy body proportions and purr quietly. Gosh, he’s hot!you think.

The hunky man looks around, analyzing the stuff you have in your room. You realize it’s the first time he enters it. "Do you want to keep going?"

Your eyes meet his and, for the first time ever, you see he’s actually worried about you. You limit yourself to nodding. "I’m gonna need you to say it, Y/N."

"Yes. Please get over here." You plea. Mingyu groans and crosses the room. His pants feel tight and uncomfortable, his cock pulsating with each step.

He gets on top of you, bunching your dress up on your waist. "Fuck…" he hisses when he sees your panties. You feel him caressing your clit over the lace and hold back a moan.

Mingyu moves the fabric to the side, easily sliding his fingers through your dripping cunt. "So fucking wet and I barely touched you. Do you get off on fighting with me?"

Your face grows hot, but you’re not sure if it’s because of his words or actions. He teases your hole, prodding a finger in your entrance. All air leaves your lungs. You let out a whimper, which makes Mingyu chuckle.

"So responsive." He removes his hand, his eyes searching for yours again. "If I knew you’re such a horny slut, I would’ve done this a long time ago."

"Shut up." You sass, your heart pounding in your chest. "Just shut up and actually do something."

"You better watch your fucking mouth." He manhandles you until you’re laying on your stomach. He moves you on his lap and uncovers your ass.

To your surprise, he slaps your right butt cheek. You yelp, feeling your blood pumping quickly through your body. He repeats his action, this time with more intensity.

"Cat got your tongue?" He mocks when you stay silent. Truth is, you’re clamping your lips together so you don’t moan. "You’re soaking through your panties… Is spanking one of your kinks?"

Mingyu gives you another sharp slap, but this time he massages your flash to soften the blow.

"One more." Your voice sounds croaky as you speak.

"As you wish." He complies to your request, giving you the sharpest spank so far. You whimper and Mingyu smiles, pleased with himself.

Taking advantage of your position, he slides your panties off and pulls down the zipper of your dress. With his help, you undress.

You’re laying naked on his lap and just the sight of your bare back and red ass makes the blood in Mingyu’s body flow directly to his cock. He sighs and separate your legs just enough to touch your naked pussy again.

"Mingyu please." You cry out loud, needing him to slip his fingers in your hole.

"Please what?" He plays dumb and you feel the smirk on his voice. "I don’t know what you want, you’re gonna have to say it."

You sob in frustration. "Did you really think I was going to make things easy for you?" Mingyu’s hand ghosts over your body, giving you goosebumps from the heat he irradiates. "I hate you, remember?"

This is absolute torture. Your body is boiling with desire and need, you skin nearly burning up. Mingyu traces your tights, his soft touch giving you goosebumps. "Finger me. Please, I really need it. Please please please." You beg and Mingyu chuckles again, amuzed by your desperate tone.

He parts your legs a bit as his big hands trail the path from the back of your tights to your folds. You feel one of his fingers tease your dripping hole and you clench around nothing.

You’re so wet that his two fingers slide easily into you. Your inner walls clamp down on his digits and he groans. "You’re so tight, Y/N. Can’t wait to feel you on my dick again."

Mingyu begins to finger fuck you with a lazy pace, pulling out completely just to push back in at once. Your head feels cottony, like your brain weights nothing. Out of instinct, you bite your own hand to keep your moans from falling off your lips. Your hips move with a mind of its own, pushing back to meet Mingyu’s movements. Soon enough he hits that gummy spot inside you that makes you shiver. He notices you’re close to your climax, so, out of spite, he stops his stimulation.

"Why?" you cry out, tears accumulating in your eyes. "I was so close!"

"Because it’s fun" he laughs while stroking your ass tenderly. "Be good, lay down and spread your legs for me so I can make you cum."

Your limbs feel like jelly when you scramble around to get on your back. Mingyu gets up and pushes his dress pants down along with his black boxers. His cock stand hard and proud, the red tip glossed with pre cum. You muster the strength to get on your knees and approach him, your hands grabbing his shirt to start unbuttoning it.

You work your way up his body, taking each button out of its house. When you take the last one out, your caress his big chest, feeling his strong muscles under your sweaty palms. You smooth your way up to his shoulders and push his shirt down. He’s finally naked in front of you, in all his glory.

You trail his arms and abs, all the way down to his rock hard cock. When you wrap your hands around him, Mingyu lets out a sigh of relief. You stroke him slowly while savoring his low, deep grunts in your ear. Soon enough, you quicken your pace. Meanwhile, all you can think about is his cock splitting you open and you feel yourself getting wetter.

"Tha-that’s enough." He reaches for your wrist to stop you after a couple minutes.

Surprisingly, he pulls you in for another kiss. This time, it’s a slow, passionate one. Without separating your lips, he leads you to lay down again. The new position makes Mingyu’s hips align with yours, and you start rutting each other like animals on heat.

"Seeing you between my legs is so hot." you confess when you part the kiss to breathe. "But it could be better."

"Yeah? How so?" Mingyu pokes his cheek with his tongue, his confidence unwavering.

You bite your lower lips for a second. "You’ll look hotter inside me, dear husband."

His smile falters, his eyes turning darker and darker with desire. You know you said just the right thing to spur him on.

"I’d hold onto something if I were you."

You decide to ground yourself by hugging him. Without hesitation, Mingyu pushes in in one quick, firm trust. He’s swallowed in by your warm, soft walls. You see when his eyes roll back in pleasure, and his reaction boosts your confidence through the roof. On the other hand, his big cock splitting you open twists and tightens the knot on your core even more. You know it won’t require much effort for you to cum.

"Please move" you whim and kiss his lips softly. "I need you to move."

Mingyu gives in and imposes a fast, rough pace. You sink your nails on his back, trying to keep yourself from moving too much. He slides in and out of you deliciously, reaching all the right places. You moan loudly on his ear, and he huffs and puffs on yours. The loud sounds of skin slapping, added with the wet noises coming from your wetness, teleport both of you to a world of your own. A world where the only thing that matters is Mingyu’s rough thrusts and the way your insides mold perfectly to accommodate his dick.

After what it feels like forever, Mingyu folds your legs to your chest, and the position makes him reach new places inside of you. It’s when he starts rubbing circles on your clit that you feel on the verge of frenzy. "I’m almost there." You announce.

His hips redouble efforts, and within a few seconds, and a chant of "cum for me, dear wife" your mind turns blank and your soul is lifted off of your body.

You nearly pass out, all the stimulation being too much for you. Seeing you so blissed out pushes Mingyu over the edge before he has the chance to pull out. He grunts as he covers your walls with his warm milk. Your arms fall limp on his back, and Mingyu’s strength also falters, making him drop his weight on top of you.

He rubs his nose on your neck in an affectionate gesture. You smooth your hands on his back in a retributive way. The two of you stay silent for a while, enjoying the proximity and giving yourselves time to come back down.

When Mingyu slips out of you, a stream of white floods out of your messed up hole.

"Fuck, I should’ve pulled out." Mingyu searches for your eyes, his brown orbs filled with worry. You smile softly at him.

"It’s ok, I don’t mind." You reassure him. "Just help me clean up, yeah?"

Mingyu gets up immediately and enters your en suite. He comes back a minute later with a wet cloth in hand.

"You ok?" He asks while cautiously rubbing it against your sensitive cunt.

"I’ll probably limp tomorrow, but I guess that’s the downside of fucking your hater, right?" You joke and he chuckles while shaking his head.

"Well, I guess we’re sort of friends now."

"Yes, definitely." You agree.

He discards the towel and lays back next to you. You’re under the sheets now, and your body feels completely spent. "You’re not going to sleep, are you?"

You nod, feeling your heavy lids take the best of you. "I sure am."

Mingyu gets on top of you again, and hold your chin to make you look at him. "I’ll give you 30 minutes to recover, dear wife." The stupid nickname rolls out of his tongue with an almost tender laugh.

"I thought you were fucking me until we spent all of our anger." you state, struggling to keep your eyes open. "I don’t feel angry anymore."

"I do." His eyes hold mysteries you’re yet to discover. "I’m not done hating you yet."

His low deep voice stirs your insides. You sigh, feeling your heartbeat increase again. "30 minutes and you can hate me all you want."

"Deal." He presses a kiss to your lips and goes back to the empty side of the bed.

You feel him scrambling around looking for the TV remote control. As you let your tiredness get the best of you, all you can think about is that you’re going to fight with everything that you have to make things work out between the two of you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・

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[denizenhardwick]

akechi's entire life is built around getting other people to like him to such an extreme degree that he really has no identity of his own. everything, down to the minutiae of his hobbies, what he eats, how he dresses, how he stands, it's all in service of that same goal.

because he was brought up under the weight of so much societal shame and personal rejection with absolutely no reprieve or chance to see himself as anything other than a worthless, unlovable burden that shouldn't exist. and then he's suddenly given this otherworldly power, and with it, the chance to be... something. literally anything other than what he is. special.

but he doesn't have any real power. he's vulnerable and easy to exploit, because of a multitude of social factors and also this craving for praise, attention, acknowledgement. and he's thrust into the spotlight and made a celebrity as a teenager, something that is infamously terrible for anyone's mental health, and he has literally no support system at all, no one who can prepare and protect him from being famous.

he goes from a lifetime of being told he's worthless, he's a burden, he's a curse, to suddenly being adored by who-knows-how-many people he's never even met, told he's smart and handsome and important. how do you reconcile that? he didn't, he just once again became what other people said he was. he became perfect. but his prior self-image didn't go away, of course not, but if he wants to feel good for once and bask in the newfound euphoria of finally being wanted, he has to suppress all the shameful, ugly feelings and parts of himself. something that is impossible to do when you are also being manipulated into killing people and ruining lives on a regular basis.

when we meet him, his self-image is unstable, and entirely reliant on how people saw him. there's no consistency because no one really knows or loves him, he has no personal connections. that's why he tells joker his past after medjed, when the media hates him, because he can't maintain his perfect self-image to feel okay and is confronted by the one person he knows who actually wants to spend time with him and might like him personally.

that's why he has two personas, why they each have a different outfit, and why they're so far removed from each other that it hurts for him to switch between them. robin hood is the idealized, perfect akechi, the person he's wanted to be since he was a kid playing hero with a toy gun, that he really thinks he is as long as that's how others around him treat him. loki is how he sees himself beneath all that, as an evil, crude monster, a mystery even to him. but they're both him, and that's really important. and when he can reconcile these two extremes, when he's ready to try to move on to form a healthier view of himself, they fuse to form hereward, who is importantly named for a historical figure who may have inspired the robin hood stories. because while akechi isn't a pure hero of justice, he's not a monster, either.

[luminiamore]

WORSHIP.

cult leader geto x black jujustu sorcerer reader

a/n: based on that lil snippet ^

warnings: heavy exhibitionism, cockwarming, he’s such a gentle man, mentions of suicide, joker and harley type beat without the domestic violence, hints of yandere, ya’ll worship each other and therefore people worship you, married asf with kids, creampie

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Suguru’s interest in you has been unusually intense since he was a student at Jujustu Tech. Without a doubt, you were beautiful. But unlike those around him, you were also quiet, calm, and collected. His approach to you was pure curiosity, without any malice. He was curious about you, your thoughts, and your mannerisms. 

However, you rarely paid him any mind, thinking he was just trying to increase the number of girls he sleeps with. So, he made it possible for him to coincidentally be everywhere you were; you surely couldn’t ignore him that way. 

You were getting some mochi downtown? That’s crazy. He was just picking up some for his best friend at the same spot. He did tell you he really likes sweets. You were shopping for a new pair of shoes at the mall? Realizing his pair is worn out, he’s checking out the section opposite yours. He was there to end your fight when you got tossed around by some special grade, so you couldn’t even go on a mission by yourself. He was impossible to ignore.

He couldn’t understand exactly what it was, but he wanted to be around you more than he cared to admit. Despite you being a first-grade sorcerer, he would use the excuse of “protecting” you. His group, Shoko, Utahime, or even the proclaimed strongest, Gojo Satoru, weren’t close to you. Until he defected, he deliberately kept you away from them. They only knew you as the girl he loves— his words.

You eventually fell for Suguru, and you fell hard. He didn’t catch you, but he fell with you, for you. Suguru made it a point to call you whenever possible, even though you were not part of the Riko mission. Upon his return, you felt devastated as he was distressed by the possibility of losing his best friend. Distressed at the possibility of not seeing you again. That frightened him the most. You witnessed him losing himself, having sleepless nights, and even attempting to end his life. You were always there for him, fixing him tea and listening to his ideas.

Being with Suguru was something you became open to, and with the way you were always around him, everyone thought you were. He never put a title on.. whatever the nature of your relationship was. But you never really saw him with any other girl except for you, and he would take care of any sorcerer who tried to get close to you. At some point, you recall asking him why he does it, and the only response he gave you was,

“You have me.”

You didn’t bother to ask what that meant, thinking that he would give you another cryptic answer or simply send you a sleazy smile. But in more ways than one, you realized that you did have Suguru. He was a person who provided. He never missed an opportunity to care for you, buy you your favorite things unexpectedly, take you out for dinner, and even carry you like a princess just because. 

You never inquired about the reason; you just offered him a kiss on the cheek as a gesture of thanks. Suguru liked it when you did that. Your soft, glossy lips always had a nice feel on his skin. The basis of your relationship changed when he asked you to kiss him on the lips as a thank you instead.

“R-Really?”

His ears are pierced by your soft voice. Your beautiful eyes were always on him as he sat on the flatbed in your dorm. You had the box in your hands of the necklace that you had been admiring while you and Suguru were passing by a jewelry store. The price tag was a whopping $6,000, so it wasn’t cheap. That’s why you walked away after staring for about ten seconds. He didn’t, though. The next morning, he made a single phone call, and the necklace you were eyeing made its way to your doorstep that same day.

“Really.” He grasps your gentle hands with both of his hands, dropping the box carelessly on your bed. 

“I never want to force you to do anything.” You had a genuine belief that you would follow Suguru to the end of the earth. You were steadfast in your devotion to him, even before he became a cult leader. You have reason to believe that you were his first devotee. Your love for him was undeniable, which is why you didn’t hesitate to bring his lips to yours for a gentle peck.

Suguru didn’t anticipate the sweetness of your lips on that day, nor did he anticipate how he would crave the sensation of them every second. He was unaware of how addictive you could be because, honestly, you two didn’t stop at just a peck. One turned into two, two turned into five, and five turned into an impromptu make-out session on your mattress.

It was the first night that he showed you pleasure beneath the layers of your clothes. The first night, he showed you exactly what you do to him. The long-haired man showed you ecstasy that was unmatched by any other. Before anything else, he prepared you by slobbering all over your pink clit and fingering you so hard, so deep, that you squirted at least three times on his awaiting face.

And when he finally forced his dick inside your wet hole... It was like a paradise on earth, you swear. You could feel every vein of his cock brushing against the deepest parts of your core. He reaches so deep, his cock basically drilling into your bruised cervix. His drooling lips sucking at your perfectly manicured french tipped toes. Every time he fucked you, which was almost every day, it was like this. They all carried out the same action, whether it was a slow thrust or a quick, desperate one. 

He’s grown addicted to the feel of your cunt, to the faces you make when he’s fucking you. Suguru has tainted you and transformed you into a being who would do anything for him. He never forgot to express that you did the same for him. The day he killed his parents, he came to you with two little girls, scared shitless and clinging onto his kāṣāya garment over the black yukata robes. And when you asked him what happened, he only told you, 

“These are our children now. Don’t worry, we will have one of our own soon. I promise, my love.”

You knew about Suguru’s plans to eradicate almost 95% of the world’s population, but you didn’t think he would actually go through with it. You should have left and probably ran away from this man when he showed you what he did. But you couldn’t, too devoted and blinded by love. So, you followed him and watched him create an operation where people worshipped his entire being. That’s what should have been the case.

Suguru was never without you. He made his followers kiss the ground you walked on, just as they worshiped him. You were given respect, love, and even admiration. For almost ten years, your life consisted of being taken care of by your lover, being devoted to humans, and taking care of your four children. Suguru did end up giving you the children he promised you. He was content with his life as it was, and honestly, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. His happiness was made possible by you.

Take today as an example, it marks the anniversary of Suguru putting a shiny blood diamond on your finger. The temple’s blue curtains are being blown by the wind while the birds chirp. Your bare body rested on Suguru’s lap, facing forward. His cock impaled you while you were sitting on him, creating a stream of pussy juice that dripped onto the floor. Your soft thighs were spread wide over his legs, restricting you from any movement. Such an intimate position should undoubtedly be shared only by the two, but it wasn’t. 

Far from it, in fact. There were 20– maybe 50 people kneeling with gifts in their hands, in front of your lover, in front of you. You were too consumed to pay attention to them, too full to do anything but whine out beautiful cries that echoed around the whole compound. It was impossible for anyone to not know what was happening. 

For some time now, he’s been laying his cock inside of you and refusing to move. Suguru’s view was of your sparkling back, soft, and with a tattoo of his name if he shifted his gaze slightly lower. He didn’t have to see you to know how beautiful you look right now, and of course, he didn’t have an issue telling you.

“Such a gorgeous girl. Gets you wet knowing these people would die to fuck you, doesn’t it?” He squeezes your fat tits, pinching one of your nipples, causing you to let out a squeal. He continues on with a raspy voice,

“But they can’t, can they? And they never will. Why is that, sweetheart?”

You whine, grasping at his thighs because you just want him to move. The pressure of his fat cock inside you makes you desperate for the intense fucking that only he can give you. But your man doesn’t want that as an answer, he wants to hear your angelic voice, so he slaps your clit as punishment. 

“B-Because m’yours!” It seems you said the right answer, or maybe Suguru was finally getting as desperate as you are because he slowly starts moving his dick in and out of your tight cunt. He takes his time moving his hand so that the next visitor can come forward and present their gifts. Just to keep up with his image. He doesn’t bother looking at them, believing that anything that’s not from you is a waste. Utter trash.

He kisses the side of your cheek and whispers in your ear, tone desperate and pleading, “All mine. Tell me you love me, and only me. Please, I need to hear it.”

He paces himself slowly inside of you to avoid ruining you in front of these ’ monkeys.’ You lean your head back against his neck, your nails tugging at the hair you love so much. His throat tightens with a groan when at the action, fuck. You really don’t know what you do to him. 

Despite being pushed a little past your limit, you manage to steady your voice so Suguru can hear your following words clearly, “Love you, baby. I’ll only ever love you.”

Regardless of how many times you tell him this, it always manages to make Suguru’s heart race. He can’t believe you’re all his. Such a goddess that you are. Fuck, he could cum right here, right now, inside your dripping cunt. Since he flushed out your birth control after your first pregnancy, you wouldn’t need much to get pregnant. His brain is racing with the prospect of your tits swelling with milk and your belly rounding to carry his offspring.

He groans when the image runs through his mind, and now Suguru has a new mission. “What about another baby, hm? I’ll take care of you, just like I did the last two times. Won’t have you lift a finger, sweetheart. Please.”

His pace speeds up a bit, and the thought of seeing you like that is causing his mind to reel. Your tight pussy squeezing around him was as if you were attempting to milk his cock for all it’s worth. On the other hand, you were anticipating your lover would say something like this. You were nodding your head in his shoulder before he finished his sentence.

“P-Please! Whatever- Anything you w-want.” You tremble, completely ignoring the people still kneeling in front of you. Close enough to see, but just far enough so your juices won’t reach them. They are not worthy of any inch— any spec of your sweet wetness. You hear Suguru’s whimper as his finger sneakily reaches your swollen clit, gently rubbing tight circles around it. 

“That’s what I love to hear, baby. I love you so fucking much, so fucking much. I love you, I love you-” You moan out, your pussy squeezing infinitely tighter around him as you squirt all over the empty space between you and your devotees. The feeling causes Suguru to release a deep moan as his balls churn and his thick cum pushes past your womb. Fuck, it’s so much. There’s no doubt that it reached your uterus. 

Your lover isn’t convinced, though, so he immediately stands holding you in a bridal position. He walks past the crowd, leaving them there while his cock and cum are still out and dripping from your sore pussy.

“Think I need to pump you full again. Make sure you really get pregnant, yeah?” The only thing you can do is nod and mentally prepare yourself for the night ahead of you.

[skeletonh0e]

"You write Sans as too nice!"

"You write Sans as too mean!"

Guys imma remind ya'll of a very important thing when it comes to my husband. Which is,

Sans is an extremely mysterious and furthermore extremely flawed character. Toby Fox literally said he wanted Sans to feel real so like most people there's a lot of layers and complexity to him

Not to mention similar to most people we know, we just don't have the full context behind a lot of what they do. This is especially the case with Sans.

Also should go without saying but this is about Vanilla undertale Sans, not his AU counterparts where their entire gimmick is that they are nicer or more evil than bis default self.

The first one "you write Sans as too nice", Sans is not a character known for cruelty

He's friendly if cheeky toward the player / Frisk, strictly talking within the pacifist route. While we'll talk about that whole promise to protect later but this isn't something exclusive to just the player or player character

Sans is established to be fairly popular and openly friendly within the underground, he has a decent amount of friends and people seem to like him. While I wouldn't call Sans a goodie two shoes that goes out of his way to constantly help others clearly he's established to a friendly and chill dude

Also while clearly he loves to play pranks and goof around, he's also down to go alone with the players antics as well to a certain extent

All this indicates that Sans is a good natured guy for the most part, plus it's worth nothing it's very implied that the reason Sans has so many jobs is to afford the place he and Papyrus live at

Sans sounds pretty nice, there's a lot of basis that allows you to interpet his character in a very positive light

Onto the next one "you write Sans as too mean"

Sans can do some shady shit

Granted he immediately attempts to play it as a joke and it's unclear how serious Sans is actually being here, not to mention his motivation behind saying this. The dramatic timing with the music stopping and everything certainly IMPLIES he wasn't joking but there's some room for interpretation. Besides I wouldn't be surprised if he was serious but wouldn't have followed through when the time came but more on that later

Also a friend pointed out while he jokes with everyone, he only plays pranks on Frisk, while we can assume he does it to other monsters we only witness it done to Frisk

Pranks can be interpreted in a variety of ways depending on your relationship with the person doing them, and whether or not you find the pranks funny. I found Sans to be funny and most did but, not everyone will

Trying to sell snow to a little kid (even if he doesn't follow through on the extremely high price), asking you to foot the extremely pricey bill at Grillby's (though again he doesn't follow through) the telescope prank or volunteering to stack hotdogs on someone's head without asking...all of this could be seen as passive aggressive forms of bullying. Not saying I think it is or at least if it was, that it likely wasn't all intentional on Sans' part.

At the end of the "dead where you stand" speech, this can casts his past actions in a negative light, he tells you he was, "Just kidding." Where is the humor in a "joke" like that? And then for the bonus round, he'll make a smart alecky comment that goes something like, "I've done a good job looking out for you. You haven't died a single time!"

But anyone who isn't a master at undertale gameplay (most players especially first time ones) has died at least once upon leaving the ruins if not SEVERAL times by this point

And Sans knows of resets, so this is him being a bit of a dick here tbh. Unless you go the route of assuming that Sans is truly completely 100% oblivious which the game doesn't support even if it's amusing to think about

Now on the trust pacifist ending at least we get solid confirmation, that Sans likes Frisk and is their friend but there's a lot of ambiguity about where this starts in game. Did he straight up not like Frisk at the start but kept his promise reluctantly? Did he only change his views at the end of true pacifist? Did it change in-between the journey? Or were all these pranks really just good natured and Sans never meant ill will to begin with? Up to you, which brings us to the next point

The genocide route

Though obviously the context for the genocide route vs the pacifist route are entirely different, I do think the information we're given reframes some of his actions in the pacifist route. We all wanna rag on Sans for threatening a literal child but-

We have the ability to reset. Which need I remind you the only other character we know for a fact had this ability was Flowey. Who uh, is not a good dude need I remind you and he did his own genocide routes in the past. The difference between us the player doing a genocide route is that we followed through until the end, Flowey didn't.

It can be a bit harsh but idk about you, if I found out someone, even if that someone WAS a kid had the ability to control time like that....would you trust them? Would you like them right off the bat regardless of how good of a person they seemed?

Of course how much Sans remembers different timelines is unclear and again entirely up to interpretation, for the most part he is aware of resets but doesn't remember them. But I have seen theories arguing he does so again depending on the context here this can reframe Sans' actions.

Also worth noting that he does mention that he did want to befriend the anomaly (the player/frisk), thinking they just needed a good laugh or something akin to that. Which certainly could indicate his pranks were truly good natured and not an attempt at bullying, but also he could just be saying this to throw the player off. Sans is not above using manipulation to get the player to stop, i.e him pretending to spare us for example

You're quickly noticing a trend here.

Sans may be doing something with the best of intentions, Sans may be just being a straight up dick. Sans does not wear his heart let alone his true intentions on his sleeve. Which is why he's such a compelling character to begin with.

That's not to say we know NOTHING about him, he cares about Papyrus clearly, he cares about Toriel (I will come back to this too dw), he's shown to be extremely clever, observant and he definitely does like jokes. The takeaway should not be that Sans is some unknowable character, the takeaway should be a lot of things are simply unclear about him. Much like people we know irl.

Think of Sans like a puzzle, we have some pieces but some are missing and while we can actively do our best to fill in the blanks we'll likely just never know the complete picture

However, a common theme with Undertale is there are no bad people simply people put in difficult situations with no right answer. Which brings me to the neutral routes which given the sheer number of neutral endings there are it'd be impossible to cover them all ESPECIALLY since this post is already super long

But

I will address a few things

The first one being "why doesn't Sans intervene when the human starts killing?" well the reason can vary depending on the extremity of the players actions here, however we have to address the main thing here.

We can debate how much Sans actually remembers about different timelines and previous resets all day, but he is aware of them. To quote the man himself if YOU lived everyday of your life knowing you'll just start over like your previous actions just didn't happen....what would you do?

The man is DEPRESSED as a result, he keeps through the motions but he has given up and doesn't believe his actions matter. Does that justify not doing anything up until the VERY end of the genocide route and straight up not doing anything in more brutal neutral routes?

Hard to say. Would you do though?

Sans knows who he's dealing with. It does not matter what he does he can't stop you. The only reason he trys in the genocide route is BECAUSE YOU'RE ABOUT TO END THE FREAKIN WORLD

Plus someone pointed out in a weird way waiting that long to see if you ever change your ways or show even an ounce of mercy by sparing a single monster is in a way holding true to his brother mentality of even the WORST person can change

Also remember he doesn't just NOT give a fuck if you kill everyone he cares for, Sans doesn't take action against you because he knows there's no point but Sans never goes "okay lol" he is very much upset at you ESPECIALLY if you kill Papyrus or Toriel

I couldn't find the screenshot of it but I believe in one of the neutral endings where you do kill toriel and papyrus he basically goes "you better watch yourself kid," implying he might actually hunt you down. Not 100% clear if the threat is meant to be interpreted that way, it could be more of a "stay away" than a "I'm coming for you" but still

Plus in some neutral endings he shows legit regret over not doing more

Now I've established Sans can be nice, Sans can be cruel or just kinda mean, Sans does a lot of things that pretty ambiguous in terms of intent, but Sans is also extremely flawed. Which brings me to the finale conclusion of this character analysis (?) (whatever you wanna call it?)

His promise to Toriel

Now, this is not a Soriel post even if I do admit I like the ship. However, people who act like he doesn't care about her are legit smoking crack, his promise to her was legit to comfort her, he gets along with her, in one neutral ending becomes her roommate and is actively upset by her death

Regardless of how you wish to interpret that relationship, clearly he cares about her and the two have a strong bond.

But as many people have pointed out....Sans actually does break this promise, he doesn't really do anything to protect Frisk throughout the entire game unless you count not trying to kill them on sight. Now granted with resets being a thing this creates something of a loophole

Cuz yeah Frisk did die but didn't die ya know? They can come back. There's no perma-death

But while we all want to hold Sans up to the standard of being this ultimate protector, here's something to point out that I feel like a lot of people tend to forget

Sans has 1 HP, think about that. What does that mean for him as a monster? One hit and he dies, literally, one hit. I've seen some people make the argument that HP doesn't stand for Hit Points, it's stands for HoPE

What happens to monsters when they lose enough hope? They fall down. They die. So not only is Sans physically weak but honestly I think my human standards he'd be chronically ill as if he has one hope could he literally die at any moment?

Now. Granted there is a theory that the characters choose to display their stats and that they say so this could again be Sans trolling or straight up lying but if we're going to take the "you'd be dead where you stand" line at 100% face value then we take this at 100% face value

Can Sans really be that good of a protector or would doing so actually get himself killed?

Everyone talks about how hard the genocide fight is because THATS him acting as the games last defense to stop you. There is no one else. There will be nothing else if you continue. It's why he try so hard because he has to. There will be no more world. No more him. No more anything. He's pulling out all the brakes because otherwise he's just fuuuuuucked

If Sans followed Frisk around it'd take him getting barely hit for him to die, which while Frisk can reset imagine how tiring that would be. Sans is good at dodging yes, but he gets tired pretty easily. Now you can find workarounds sure but regardless it's a lot of hassle isn't it?

This also brings me to the reason why I don't think Sans would follow through if he did attack us right outside the ruins. How long would this man actually last in a pacifist fight? Especially if the human hasn't done any harm? I feel like he'd tire easily or quickly be talked out of it, Sans isn't a ruthless killer unless he's pushed to be one

How much can Sans actually do? Does he not act in the neutral routes not JUST because of extreme depression and a defeatist attitude but because he knows that he can't do much in a fair fight? Hell, even in genocide Sans has to actively fight dirty to be such a challenge

You can argue him not at least trying anyway is cowardly or bad, but idk man. If you were chronically ill and you knew for a fact this kid can just reset then come back life would you really bother? I don't think it's unreasonable to assume that the kid is fine and it's better to risk it

Frisk can reset sure, Sans can't. And Sans doesn't have any reason to trust Frisk would being him back to life if need be.

There's a lot of difficult questions to be asked here and decisions good or bad have been made, Sans is a good guy sure at least I think so but even good guys don't always know what to do or make the right decisions.

[charliedawn]

Heyyy :) glad your back 🖤🖤🖤 I don’t know if your doing requests or not but if you are could you do, how would the slashers flirt with nurse? (Particularly five since he is like a old man I thought that would be funny) no worries if you can’t, I love your work ❣️❣️❣️

Warning: Highly suggestive.

Bo Sinclair :

"Well…Hello there, sugar pie. Ya lookin’ mighty alone. Mind if I change that fer ya ?"

Captain Smooth and Sailing. Bo knows how to be charming and he’d just waltz in with the biggest grin on his face and lean back before shooting you a smouldering gaze.

He knows what he wants and will go to any means to get it. And I mean any…

Bo *sneaking up on you from behind and wrapping his arms around you before giving you a kiss on the shoulder* "…Good mornin’, sunflower…How ya doin’ ? Good ? That’s great…" *whispers in your ear* "Bet I could make it better fer ya though."

He can be smooth, but also filthy. Depends on the day. One day he’ll be whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the next he’ll be slapping your ass and calling it a day.

Pennywise:

Pennywise doesn’t touch. And doesn’t like being touched. His flirtation will be very limited and subtle. It’ll mostly be grins and cackles and mocking huffs…

Pennywise: "Well…Hello there, beautiful. Do you know that your hair is a mess and you look more like an asylum patient than a nurse today ?"

You *roll your eyes and start walking away* "Good morning to you too, Pennywise."

Him *snickers behind you* "Good morning indeed. If I still had to spook children to get my food, I’d certainly take your morning face…That’d do the trick."

Yeah…That’s Pennywise flirting. He wouldn’t flirt with you face to face…but he’d still do some things from time to time.

For example, you may find breakfast magically appearing on your desk, or a cup of (h/d) next to you when you finally sit and take a break.

Penny :

Penny *hugs you tightly and refuses to let you go*

You : "…Penny. I need to work."

Penny *squeezes you harder*

Yeah…You won’t get any work done. That’s for sure. Penny is stubborn. He will not leave you alone and will keep holding you until he has enough.

That’s his way of flirting.

But…He has another side to him.

He bites. He can use it to show affection. He does it sometimes with his brother and the other slashers, but he’d be extra gentle with you and be careful not to hurt you.

He’d bite your wrist, your neck, your cheek…Just to say that he appreciates you. And even if it’s just to say hello. That’s Penny flirting. He doesn’t use words, but actions.

Vincent :

He takes pictures of you. They were pretty innocent at first. He’d take pictures of you walking around the hospital and taking care of the patients. The staff even used his photographs to advertise the hospital.

But quickly…the photographs became recurrent and more intimate. He’d follow you around and almost beg you to pose for him.

He’d become obsessed and bring you some of his morbid art pieces for you two to simply talk and be close to you.

And you try to deny him attention ?

The man knows how to get what he wants. He’s similar to Bo in that way, but where Bo is demanding ? Vincent is all about begging and whining.

He’d go down on his knees and grab the hem of your shirt to pull you towards him and beg you to let him take photographs of you and keep them. Take some for his…personal use.

Vincent flirting is desperation.

He’d beg you until you give him the time of day.

Michael Myers :

Michael *wordlessly pats his thigh*

The seat is all yours if you want it.

Kidding. Or not.

*cough cough*

Michael likes to cook and he’d fix you meals to cheer you up and listen to you if you need to. He’d be the perfect gentleman and even though he can’t talk, he’d make it obvious that he likes you through other means.

He’d protect you and make sure you are happy.

Unfortunately, because he can’t help bu want to kill you all the time, it’d be very difficult for the both of you to actually go on a date or go more than flirting basis. But, he’d still try to let you know that he likes you sometimes.

Michael *takes your hand and pulls you into a tight hug*

Michael may look or sound unapproachable at first, but it is because he is afraid of giving into hate and just lose control over the little humanity he has left…

Freddy Krueger :

"Yo. Wanna bang ?"

Freddy is NOT subtle. He’s a slimy and sleazy little goblin who loves nothing more than touch, grab, grope and squeeze.

He’d follow you around like your personal horny demon.

"Coooome on ! I know ya wanna see what’s in my pants ! Just say yes, sweetheart ! See how daddy does it !"

Filthy language and sleazy smirks all the way. He’d be whistling after you and tip his fedora at you or lick his lips while looking you up and down.

To make it short: Flirty is his middle name and he’d just make sure to let you know that he is ALWAYS available and ready.

Freddy *smirks and takes your hand before dancing with you* "COME ON ! Move those curves, lovely !" *cackles*

Freddy may look and sound like a scumbag most of the time, but he is capable of being romantic. He only lets special people see it.

Jason :

Jason is shy and will never be confrontational when it comes to flirting.

He maybe waves at you and hugs you sometimes, but not enough for you to understand what he means.

But, he is good with his hands and soon enough, goes to work.

Jason leaves you gifts. On your desk, on your nightstand, or any place he thinks you and only you would find them.

He carves little wooden figurines, mostly of frogs that he leaves around for you to find. And you always do. You then put then on a special shelf in the living room for everyone to see and admire.

It may not have been the initial goal, but he is happy to see you smile. And that is all he needs…

Norman Bates :

"My darling…Would you…Would you do me the honour of going on a special outing with me ? Just the two of us ?"

Norman was an anxious wreck. He had sweaty hands and an nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to say yes. He had been thinking about a way to approach the matter with you for weeks…

You smiled back and when you accepted…he was overjoyed.

Norman is rather old-fashioned. His way of flirting is asking you out and treating you like a princess (or a prince)

He’d be more than happy to compliment you all day long and simply brush his fingers against yours while you stare deeply into each other’s eyes.

Five Hargreeves :

"Tell me, Y/N. Are you alright ?"

You glanced back at him and blinked twice at the child who just asked you that question.

"…Last time I checked. Yes."

You then focused back on your work and tried to forget about it, but then Five sat down on your desk to look at the papers you were signing.

You didn’t think much of it until he rested his hand on the back of your neck and his thumb traced circles there.

You looked up at him, and he stared right back. You knew he was technically older inside but…You still swapped his hand away.

"Okay. What do you want ?"

"You. Me. Drink."

Your eyes widened and you looked around.

"How about you come back to me when you are…say…15 years older ?"

Yeah. He may be older in his mind. But his body is still very much the one of a child so…Wait and see.

Patrick Bateman :

"Y/N. It has come to my attention that we haven’t had sex yet. Care to explain why ?"

That man has the ego of a mansion. He wouldn’t be flirting, he’d be practical.

Who needs feelings ? Who needs flirting ? He knows you find him attractive. And you know he finds you attractive. Why waste time on things like flirting ?

Patrick Bateman is a business man.

He sees a relationship as unnecessary as long as it doesn’t bring him anything.

So, if he starts showing interest in you ?

…

..

.

Run.

[preposterousjams]

My opinion on the Latino Jason Todd headcanon

While I do understand ppl's criticism of the latino Jason todd headcanon and how its kind of racist to make the kid with parents with drug problems as the latino one, to me its more of a reclamation BECAUSE of DC's racism.

Read any 80s/90s batman issue that covers gang violence and drugs, most if not ALL of the criminals are poc; black people and latinos visibly make up the majority in the poorer neighbourhoods in Gotham. Aside from the caricaturist way they r drawn/speak, its not THAT weird cause its a reflection of irl big cities where immigrants and marginalised ppl are often forced to live in such situations, (like most of my dominican family lives in the bronx... it aint racist to say dominicans tend to flock there), BUT...the weird part is when the second a sympathetic character comes from that area, he's white and has a name thats "too fancy for the streets".

Obviously, Jason was created to look like the old robin, so I can't say that the whole "diamond in the rough" situation was purposely a tad bit racist, but its still a lil weird (especially with bruce's comment).

If Jason were a part of the overwhelming demographic in his area, the good-kid-in-a-bad-area trope has less connotations. DC is currently trying to fix this trope is by making crime alley whiter, which isn't bad but they could've just yk... humanised the non-white residents.

I also feel like the messed up way Jason was treated post-death is what makes him so relatable to latino readers. His tragic story of dying while trying to save his only living relative is turned into a lesson for newer vigilantes. Jason's particular disdain for abusers on a few occasions was twisted (by both writers and characters) into him always being dumb, reckless, cocky, angry and disobedient, always violent, never having been able to get over his upbringing. None of those things were true (he was a normal level of reckless and cocky like every other robin, not more), but its an easier narrative to digest compared to how it was in reality; a kid who worked so hard and loved even harder, died to save a woman who couldn't care less about his existence. He was an emotional AND smart kid who wanted so bad to help others get better but was remembered as too emotional (in a bad way).

THIS is the reality for many latino diasporas in day to day life; Theres no question that Latino culture is passionate and emotive, but people from other cultures assume that it is followed by instead of logical. both can coexist. emotion does not mean u have no logic. Emotions can be irrational but they aren't inherently that way, and I wouldn't say that the moments where Jason lashed out as a teenager were irrational (in og runs, not rewrites post red hood), they were mostly done to protect someone (going crazy on abusers, disobeying batman to save sheila, that time he got into a fight at school to defend his friend).

A lot of euro-centric culture is OBSESSED with the idea that rationality is separate from feelings and emotions, but not crying at a funeral doesn't mean you're better than those who do. Emotions are the basis of human ethics and morals, they define the way we interact as a collective and ignoring them does not mean they are not there. Theres no winner to a contest of who can feel the less. And the way Jason's emotions are treated (pre-rh, hes definitely unhinged afterwards lol) is so in line with how white culture tends to punish those who aren't ashamed to feel.

I TOTES UNDERSTAND that some ppl who headcanon Jason as latino are doing it for the complete opposite of reasons, like "oh here some angry emotional guy with druggie parents, haha must be latino". Its weird. I dont like it. And its only brought up so he can swear in spanish in some rlly bad text post where his emotions are getting out. But to me there's so much potential for metanarrative and commentary on how latinos are treated in media that can be exemplified through the way his character is treated. Being latino would add SO MUCH DEPTH to his character and his dynamic with the others.

[devils-little-sistaaa]

I just love how Nico has such a complicated relationship with camp halfblood.

I feel like someone (either Jason or Percy I think Percy more likely he’s been at camp a lot longer than Jason and has beads that Jason doesn’t. Percy makes the necklace and beads and Jason and Percy give it to Nico together) (I’m sorry Solangelo shippers Will Solace does not exist in my mind right now this ain’t about him sorry). both of them gifted Nico a camp halfblood necklace with replicas of the beads for all the summers Nico missed. At first Nico wears it proudly as gift from two of his best friends.

But sometimes he has to interact with campers outside of his friend group. The way they treat Nico kinda makes him want to tear the necklace off and throw it into the ocean or bury it so deep underground it can never be found. He would never do that to such a well meaning gift from a friend though. The most he will do is take it off and put it in his pocket or in nightstand drawer. He’ll put it back on later when friends are around.

But even when he’s not wearing the necklace. He’ll always be there to protect camp halfblood. No matter what. No matter what he feels about the camp or most of the campers who are not his friends. He knows they’re not all that bad they’re just an intimidated and scared of him. They don’t deserve to be hurt. He chooses kindness.

He is one of the strongest demigods in the world and he knows it. He knows his power. He will always be standing on the pedestal of the Athena Parthenon statue he brought there watching over the valley and making sure all is well and peaceful. And anyone who tries obstruct that peace with be met with Nico’s vengeance.

Even when the Demeter kids are giving him so much shit for accidentally killing the grass or any kind of plant and yelling at him to leave camp cause he’s not wanted here because all he brings is death and bad omens and his powers freak everybody out and what good could he possibly do for this camp and the campers here. Haven’t they lost enough demigods in two wars why is the son of god of death here to take away more of them for no reason other than he just likes killing people he’s just naturally evil and unnatural and he’s a serial killer apparently. How many people has he killed??? Oh yeah well they technically don’t have any real proof that he’s killed people but there are rumors and with as many plants as he kills and with as many skeletons and zombies he uses he’s bound to be a serial killer at some point and also did you hear that all the skeletons and zombies he uses are actually people and animals that he killed just because he wanted an undead army and—

Even when the Apollo kids are invalidating the ostracism he’s been through and making fun of him for being a shut in grouchy old hermit unless certain older campers (his real friends mostly away at school plus a few Romans) are at camp and insisting he use his powers less or not at all because they think they know what’s good for him somehow when they don’t even know him. Or when they’re insisting he stop visiting the underworld (his home. his father’s house. the place he used to live and still visits on a regular basis. the place where most of his family lives) because it’s so dangerous and scary and sad and depressing down there it just has to be awful for his mental health and not to mention the physical trip to get all the way down there is bad for him too and surely he’s not capable of doing that all the time with his “severe chronic disabilities” that he should be laid up in bed in an infirmary bed for for the rest of his life and—

Even when the campers are annoying him and being difficult. Nico will still always be there protecting and watching over them. A lot of them are only still alive because Nico made a promise to someone (Percy).

[avocadorablepirate]

Beneath the Surface - Prologue

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: When memories, buried deep within your sea of emotions, resurface, you’re left to question what lies beneath the surface. Did he truly mean to leave you behind, or was there something more to his silence than you ever understood?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, mild gore, OP spoilers, this story follows the Dressrosa arc

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I’m back with another Trafalgar Law series! It’s been a while, whoops…definitely didn’t have any plans of putting an end to this blog 👀….anyway, this is going to be a pretty short series (decided to make it a series cause otherwise it would have just sat unfinished, in my drafts forever), but I hope with this I can get back into writing….alas we shall see how that goes.

I will try and update on a weekly basis (each chapter will probably have a similar word count), with the first part coming out next week, but I make no promises :P

It was a small dimly lit room, its walls adorned with peeling paint, and the floors strewn with mattresses. In one corner of the room came the quiet sniffling of a girl, and in another lay a boy, staring at the ceiling, desperate to get some sleep, but unable to due to the rather loud sound.

“Quiet down. Some of us are trying to sleep,” the boy whisper-yelled through gritted teeth after nearly half an hour of uninterrupted crying. He couldn’t fathom how the other two kids managed to sleep through it.

“Sorry,” came a quiet mumble through ragged breaths. But the whimpering didn’t quite stop. It alternated between soft sniffles and sharp intakes of breath, the persistent pattern grating on the boy’s nerves.

Exasperated, he heaved a sigh and walked over to the little girl. She had been with them for a week now, the newest addition to the crew, after they had found her wandering alone, dazed and hollow-eyed, on an island they had stopped at. She hadn’t said much since then.

But the crying? The crying had been relentless.

Her presence had unwittingly disrupted his nights, leaving him lying awake, night after night, listening to her tears. But tonight he decided it needed to stop, he couldn’t have this continue for the rest of his time.

“What’s your problem?” he asked bluntly.

Startled, the girl let out a gasp as she scrambled away from him. “Sorry.”

The boy rolled his eyes at her timid apology. “Why are you crying?” he asked, this time with a hint of impatience.

She looked at him with wide tear-filled eyes and mumbled something incoherent, only furthering the boy’s annoyance. “What?”

“I-I had a nightmare,” she managed to say, huddling further into her blanket as if protecting herself.

“About what?” he asked, sitting down next to her. He wasn’t good at this kind of thing - comforting others, but if it would stop her crying, he was willing to try.

“My parents and I,” she began hesitantly, her voice trembling, and he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate. “We were being tortured…before they took my parents away. I managed to escape but...but I was so scared…and it hurt so much.”

The boy was silent for a moment, unsure of how to respond. He had known loss too, he had had nightmares of his own. But seeing the girl in front of him look so fragile, stirred something in him, compelling him to provide her with some comfort.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured at last, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “I know it hurts. But crying won’t bring them back.”

She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “I know. But it’s hard. I miss them so much.”

“I get it,” he admitted quietly, his sudden empathy surprising not just him. “But you have to be strong. If you keep crying every night, you’ll never get better.”

She nodded, sniffling again. “I’ll try.”

After another long pause, the boy hesitated before offering tentatively, “Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes talking helps.”

She looked at him, eyes wide with surprise. “You…you want to listen?”

He shrugged, awkward but sincere. “If it helps you stop crying, then yeah.”

Taking a deep breath she began to speak - recounting her story to him. She told him about her parents, how they cared for her, and about the day they were taken away. The boy listened quietly, saying little, simply being present as she poured out her heart. Gradually, as she spoke, her crying began to subside.

When she finally finished, the room was quiet. She glanced at him, her eyes red and puffy but no longer filled with tears.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

He nodded. “Get some sleep,” he urged gently, standing up. “We’ve got a mission tomorrow, so it’ll be a long day.”

She lay down again, curling up with her head resting on her arm. The boy watched her for a moment, then turned to return to his own mattress.

Softly, she called out his name, and he paused in his steps. He hadn’t heard such a tender voice say his name in a while, it spread a warm feeling through him, one that he was reluctant to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore.

Slowly turning back to her, he spoke, “What?” His voice came out harsher than expected, and he noticed the curves of the girl’s lips briefly turn down into a frown.

“Why do you think you're going to die in three years?” she asked, her voice hesitant but filled with concern.

The boy froze once again, the weight of her question settling heavily on his shoulders. He walked back and sat down next to her. “I have a disease,” he said slowly. “A terminal one.”

Her eyes widened in shock as she sat up. “But...but there has to be something that can be done. A cure, a treatment...something.”

He shook his head. “They tried everything. There’s nothing that can be done.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, surprising him with the depth of their emotion. “I’m sorry,” the girl whispered, her voice thick with sorrow.

He shrugged, feigning indifference. “I’ve accepted it.”

She shook her head vehemently. “No. I won’t accept it. I’ll help you find a cure. We’ll find a way to save you.”

He looked at her, surprised by how determined she sounded despite not knowing him all that well. He hadn’t met anyone like her yet, someone willing to help him. That same warm feeling spread through him, and for a moment he let himself be hopeful. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” she said firmly, a small smile tugging at her lips. “We’ll do it together. I promise,” she said, almost sounding excited.

She held out her pinky for him to take and for the first time in a long time, the boy allowed himself to feel a flicker of hope. Though he convinced himself it was only to please her.

With a hesitant smile of his own, he locked his pinky with hers, the gesture although making him cringe slightly, had been somewhat comforting.

“Alright,” he murmured softly, meeting her determined gaze. “We’ll find a cure.”

xxxx

The waves lapped against the hull of the Thousand Sunny as Law leaned against the railing, the salty breeze tousling his hair. In the distance, the silhouette of an island could be seen - their next destination.

The face of a man flashed in his mind, followed by hers - her smile, her determination, her promise. Law found himself lost in the memory from his past, a memory fresh in his mind as if it had just happened yesterday. But years had passed since then, and now any memory of his past was followed by a storm of anger, determination, and something else — something he couldn’t quite place, but something that only came when he though of her.

Law clenched his fists, his mind racing through the chaotic events that had brought him here. But amid the anger and resolve, his thoughts kept drifting back to her - the girl he had spent nearly two years with, the girl he had left behind.

The mission to take down Doflamingo was more than just a personal vendetta; it was a lifeline. Not just for him, but for her too. She had been his constant, his only surviving reminder of what he was fighting for, and he needed to get her out of there.

The truth about Doflamingo's takeover of Dressrosa was a well-guarded secret, one that had been kept from her as well. For the longest time Law had wondered why she had never left, and his only explanation was that the truth had been hidden from her. He knew that if she discovered the full extent of Doflamingo’s treachery, she would leave him without hesitation. But for whatever reason Doflamingo wanted her by his side - and just the thought of it was maddening.

Suddenly, his musings were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. Law turned to see Luffy approaching, his usual carefree grin plastered across his face.

“Tra! Dinner’s ready. You coming?” Luffy asked, oblivious to the turmoil in Law's mind.

Law gave a short nod in reply and as Luffy bounded back towards the galley, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the battles ahead. He couldn’t afford to be distracted. Doflamingo needed to be stopped, and she needed to be saved. And he would do whatever it took to make that happen.

Turning his gaze back to the horizon once more, Law allowed himself one last moment of contemplation. "Just hold on a little longer," he whispered to the wind, hoping somehow, she could hear him.

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Kindergarten Hero (idea ramble)

After re-watching Kindergarten Cop, I got to thinking that a similar scenario would fit Captain Marvel. Hear me out. As the beloved and iconic hero to Fawcett City, he'd go out volunteering all the time just to help out his city in any way he can. Rescuing cats from trees, helping the elderly cross the street, working in soup kitchens, volunteering at animal shelters, you name it, he's there with a great big smile, happy to help. He doesn't have to stop a big bad villain in order to be a hero, as he tells the public that it's the everyday heroes that inspire him to be kind in return. Heroes like first responders, volunteers, etc. Especially, teachers.

I can see Captain Marvel being a common sight at schools for special events to help pass down wisdom to the kids and to have some fun with the citizens he protects on a daily basis. Reading to the third graders, playing basketball with the 7th graders, helping the 12th graders figure out what paths they want to pursue in life and how to apply to colleges (thanks to the wisdom of Solomon for the last one). He gets told that he's a marvel with the kids, and that he'd be an excellent educator. He laughs it off, claiming he could never be as good as the present teachers, but it does linger in his mind just a little.

One day, while stopping by to say hi to some kids during recess at a random school (the patrol was quiet so he'd figured he could waste time this way), Captain Marvel overheard from one of the teachers in charge outside that it's a shame he can't stay longer. The teacher says that one of their kindergarten teachers is out sick, and with a substitute shortage, it's been a struggle to wrangle up the kids without hassle. They all have their hands tied with their own classes enough as it is. Without thinking about it, Captain Marvel says he's happy to volunteer for the position temporarily while they seek a more permanent solution.

Captain Marvel (Billy) thinks this will be easy! Teaching kindergarteners? Psh! He's been through kindergarten before (as Billy), and he's used to helping kids. Of course, teaching is going to be easy, I mean, how hard could it be?

Within the first ten minutes, Captain Marvel wants to admit defeat.

It is not easy to teach. It takes a strength stronger than Hercules to be able to get a classroom of little gremlins to sit down and do their classwork. The man is 6'5ft and the sight of tiny kids running around him is quite a funny sight to the other teachers, who can be heard laughing at him in their classes. Already there's a kid crying, another with glue on their head, and too many of them are trying to eat things that should not be eaten! He never thought he'd have to tell someone not to eat a Lego, but he supposes more impossible things happen whenever he's doing a magical mission.

He's determined not to quit though. If regular teachers can do this every day, then so can he. With the wisdom of Solomon and the stamina of Atlas at his side, Captain Marvel manages to find a way to speak to the littles, and manage the class into respectful students. He teaches the littles to respect their peers and parents, and passes down the importance of being good to the world around them.

He entertains them with lessons from history, the stories from around the world, and how the past can shape the future even centuries later. He gets to show his passion for geology (canon, actually!) to the littles and the science behind it. He even gets to bring in Tawky Tawny for class one day, where Tawny reads to them and they can pet his soft fur.

At the end of his temporary substitute era, Captain Marvel is glad to have that experience. He's grown closer to his city, and learned that Billy would love going back to school after seeing the Captain doing such a good job through his eyes (not back to Kindergarten, of course, ha!).

Anyway, that's me rambling on about Captain Marvel. I had more thoughts about this, but this post is long enough. Maybe next time!

[krokusplays]

A Rising Dawn - Chapter 3

Mydei X (female) Reader

Fic Rating: Mature (will change for a later chapter)

Chapter Length: 3.2k

Fic Status: Ongoing (3/8)

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love, Learning to Trust, Sweet, Wholesome, almost no angst, no use of y/n, smut in a later chapter, set before the events of 3.0

Author’s Notes: This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but it was a good place to make a cut. Next one will be longer again :3 I hope you'll enjoy the chapter <3

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Summary: In the Holy City, daily life remained the same for the citizens despite the threat of the Black Tide lurking beyond the city’s borders.

But sometimes, a brief encounter can bring about a new dawn for its residents. Chrysos Heirs and regular citizens alike.

Even more so when the Golden Thread has tied your fates together a long time ago.

He didn’t expect this.

You were not a fighter. Neither did you have the strength to become a powerful force on the battlefield nor was your environment pushing you into this particular direction.

And it was fine.

Not everyone was born a warrior, outside of Castrum Kremnos barely anyone grew up with the will and need to become a strong fighter, so he would never look down upon anyone who could not fight or needed protection. Nor would he ever force anyone learn to fight for themselves.

And yet, it was praiseworthy - admirable - that you wanted to put your fate into your own hands.

The mere knowledge of how to wield a sword - any weapon - regardless of physical strength could save one’s life in dire moments.

Mydei heeded your request.

He settled on a sword as your weapon and when you remarked his instructions reminded you of how he trained the kids it was because they were the exact same thing.

He taught the kids the basics. Proper warm-ups, the right stance, and basic movements. While he was more lenient with the kids, he wasn’t with you.

Not because of you being an adult, no.

Your intention was different. You didn’t aim to play the hero, you didn’t have a lifetime ahead of you to learn, you wanted to learn how to fight for and defend your life. And quickly. Though there was no such thing. You knew that just as much despite your lack of experience.

The first few sessions focused on him instructing you on the correct stances, how to hold a weapon properly, the tension your body needed - required - to wield a sword. No sparring. Simple instructions. Building a foundation.

If you were serious about this you would need to master these things first.

As he passed Marmoreal Market, he didn’t head to the Fruit and Veg store this day. He needed to speak to Chartonus, though Mydei caught himself how he threw a look at the store nonetheless. How he specifically looked for you.

He paused. But found no fault in that thought.

He found you in your usual spot in the back, tending to the fruits and only emerging from the row of shelves when Demetria called for you. He didn’t linger and moved on.

That was until he caught a motion from the corner of his eye that made him pause. He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he observed the odd movements of your hands and feet whenever you didn’t handle the fruits.

Familiar movements. Yet strange in an environment not suited nor meant for such practices.

You were practicing the motions he’s shown you.

A commendable notion. One he hasn’t anticipated nor expected. Tenacious. Witnessing one of Nikador’s virtues in a non-Kremnoan was a rare sight, one that deserved his respect.

His lips twitched upwards into a subtle - but impressed - smile before he turned around and moved on.

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He let you practice how to swing a sword during your next training session.

Simple motions. A basis. But required if you intended to ever become efficient at swordfighting, you needed these. To master them.

You struggled.

He saw it in the way your arms began to tremble after a few swings, how your stance faltered, beads of sweat forming on your skin. Natural. Yet, you pushed through.

When you stumbled and dropped your sword he caught how you muttered something under your breath.

Never lose your weapon. The weapon was your life. Lose it and you forfeit your life on the battlefield.

But before he could scold you, correct you, you wiped the sweat from your forehead, wiped your hands on your dress and took a deep breath until the curve of your brows softened and the tension in your jaw faded.

You picked up the sword again and went back to practice the motions, though a reprimand tingled on the tip of his tongue. He held it back. This time.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered why he began to be lenient with you when that was the farthest from his initial intent when he agreed to do this. He did not dwell on it.

Instead, he took your training a step further and told you to practice your motions against the training poles. Wooden structures that didn’t fight back and didn’t come close to the feel of an actual enemy. Even Titankin were made of stone or different matter and not wood. However, it let you feel the weight behind an impact, the recoil when your weapon didn’t hit air but a body.

He saw the way your arms shook when you made contact with the pole, how your stance faltered, yet you kept going. Commendable. And again. Tenacious.

But when you swung the wooden sword in a high arc and collided with the pole it made you pause. Too fast, too much force. The sword slid down the pole as if your arms had no strength left to hold it and Mydei almost sighed. In frustration. And a hint of sympathy.

An ambitious strike, but too much for someone who hasn’t held a weapon in their hands until days ago.

He unfolded his arms in front of his chest and was about to end the training session when a red glow caught his eye. Kephale’s light flooded the streets at this hour and fell upon the training grounds, catching onto and reflecting any shiny surface in its path.

A blood-red crystal hang from a band around your neck. With your previous motions it must have slipped from beneath your dress, dangling from your neck as you stood hunched over and breathing heavily from straining yourself too much.

Still, a necklace itself hardly caught his attention by itself.

He knew that crystal.

Even from a distance there hardly was any doubt about it. His brows furrowed and he stepped towards you.

How did you acquire that?

Why were you wearing it?

Did you realize what it was?

You noticed him only when his shadow fell upon you. You looked up at him, your lips slightly parted from your heavy breathing, strands of hair stuck to your face. When you straightened your posture in front of him, you tilted your head, a silent question in your eyes.

“That necklace,” he said, nodding towards the red crystal dangling over your heart. “Hand it to me.”

You blinked at him, brows slightly rising, eyes widening, and you looked between him and the necklace. But you obliged.

Something flashed across your eyes as you reached up to pull the band over your head and let the necklace slide into his open palm, cautious not to touch him. Something he couldn’t place and yet, didn’t like. Surprise? Disappointment? Worry?

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t know what.

He looked at the crystal in his hand. Small, all sharp edges. It wouldn’t surprise him if it actually cut your skin if you truly wore it beneath your clothes. The hole has been cautiously drilled through it with a needle, though it still got cracked around the hole.

Where did you find this? On that day when he found you and the kid in the ruins?

But, even more so, why did you pick it up and wore it like a piece of jewelry? Over your heart no less?

No one ever treated this ability of his - this curse - as anything but a weapon or a tool to evoke fear in his enemies.

No one has ever kept it as a necklace close to their heart.

He didn’t know what to make of it and and didn’t dare to ask. However, something stirred within his chest the longer he stared at it.

For a moment he considered handing it back but something held him back. This drop of his blood, all sharp edges, cracked where the band was pulled through…

He closed his hand around it instead and turned around. The look in your eyes was no doubt one of disappointment this time. But, why?

“Training is over. Get some rest.”

He realized he was being rude as he walked away. Yet, he didn’t know what else to say or do.

He was… caught off guard.

———————

Your hand reached up to where the red crystal used to rest but again, your fingers only found the material of your dress. A soft sigh on your lips before you kept working.

It’s been days since that last training session and he hasn’t talked to you since. He has been to the store to buy his pomegranates, yes, but Demetria has dealt with him and with the amount of customers there hasn’t been a moment to talk anyway.

His expression when he had asked you for the charm still stuck with you.

Furrowed brows, his mouth a hard line and a glow in his eyes you still couldn’t identify. It came so much closer to what the people said about him on the streets. About how he was a Kremnoan warrior - brutish, violent, dangerous - and yet, it wasn’t what got to you so much.

What got to you was that the way he had reacted made you think he was upset with you. And that thought stung.

Maybe you overstepped a line when you had picked up that crystal and made a necklace out of it. You had no idea what it was, just that it was connected to Mydei somehow. During training it has served as a constant reminder why you were doing this, why you were pushing yourself so much.

But maybe, you’ve taken it too far by keeping it.

You folded your apron and put it in the basket meant for your stuff in the furthest corner of the store before saying goodbye to Demetria for the day. The children weren’t here today. Lady Tribios visited the orphanage today and the kids have been so excited about it, they’ve been talking about it for days.

That gave you some time to… To do what exactly?

Should you try and find Mydei and ask him for another training session? Though, after the scowl he’s worn on his face that day and after not paying you any mind for the past few days… Even so, maybe you could apologize?

Maybe you should just go home and relax.

You walked through Okhema’s streets. Away from Mamoreal Market, away from the crowds and busy life, when the sound of your name reached your ears.

Not a call, but strong - assertive - enough to break through the sounds of the lively city and make you pause. You recognized the voice immediately. Though for the very first time, you felt your heart beat in your throat when you found Mydei approaching you.

He looked… calm.

His expression unreadable but you found no tension in his jaw, nor in his shoulders. That air surrounding him demanded respect and yet, he didn’t make it difficult to remain rooted in place and wait for him to get closer. It came much closer to the impression you’ve gotten of him when he was training the kids instead of that scowl he left with that other day.

You couldn’t deny how your own shoulders slackened as you took in the sight of him.

“Lord Mydei,” you greeted him, if only to test the waters. Remaining polite and respectful when your last encounter left you wondering and pondering where you stood with him, although you have addressed him as merely “Mydei” before.

“It’s Mydei,” he said and you smiled softly at his words. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything about it though.

“I owe you an apology.”

… huh?! You looked up at him, caught his eyes, glowing and burning like a gorgeous sunrise stretching over the horizon but all you found was a determination and sincerity that stole your breath away.

No hesitation, no unease, just the truth.

He meant it.

You opened your mouth to say something but it took a couple of tries until you managed to make it work. Even so, Mydei waited. Didn’t interrupt, didn’t get angry. His expression remained calm but resolute.

“What for?” you asked, your voice ridden with your surprise. While you had a hunch, an apology was the last thing you expected. You didn’t feel like you needed one. You have been perfectly alright with accepting that you overstepped a line before. To the point that you thought he deserved an apology from you instead.

“My behavior towards you during your last training session was rude. My apologies,” he said, even repeating his apology.

Your mouth opened and closed again but after a longer moment passed, your expression softened and a small smile appeared on your lips.

“I don’t think it’s needed, but… thank you,” you said, a hint of warmth appearing in your cheeks.

To think that this man - a Chrysos Heir, a crown prince - deemed it necessary to apologize for his behavior, remaining utterly sincere and unwavering throughout the situation, stirred something within you.

Maybe that was exactly why he had this title and status.

Above all - and even if you’ve already known as such - it proved one thing: There was so much more to this man than just what the rumors and the whispers among the Okhemans told.

Mydei only nodded at your words.

“Open your hand,” he told you then and even though you blinked at him in silent wonder, you didn’t hesitate and you almost scared yourself.

Mydei took another step towards you and it was only then that you noticed he was holding something in his hand, hidden in his palm, with fingers wrapped in armor concealing it from your sight.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as he raised his hand. Because you didn’t know what to expect and because you wondered if it meant he would touch you. Yet, you didn’t pull your hand back, even though it began to shake just the tiniest bit.

He opened his hand and before you could catch a proper glimpse or realize what was happening, he lowered something into your open palm by a dark brown, leather band.

You recognized the blood-red color and the shiny surface of the crystal you picked up among the ruins immediately and yet…

… this was not the same crystal.

This one was a bit bigger, rounder, and softened, no sharp edges that dug into your skin when you moved. And polished too. It shone like a precious jewel. You let the tips of your fingers run over the smooth surface, around the hole where the leather band was pulled through. No cracks either…

This was… craftsmanship. No way you ever could’ve achieved this with tools at home.

He… He made this. Or asked someone to make it.

For you.

Specifically for you.

He wasn’t upset, he hasn’t been. Maybe surprised, taken aback by seeing that charm - you did take it without asking after all - and he didn’t know how to handle such a situation, but he was never mad at you.

And now, he went out of his way to make a new one? And apologize for his behavior too?

You stared at the charm and tried to comprehend the entire situation. You couldn’t recall when anyone has ever done something like this for you. You couldn’t describe how warm it made you feel. As if something reached inside your soul and cradled your heart and in this moment you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

The people around you, the sounds of the busy city lost their voices and turned into a quiet buzzing in the background. It didn’t matter anymore. As if time itself stood still to give you a moment to appreciate and realize what was happening right now.

You stared at the crystal in your hand. At the gorgeous color, the delicate work, even the leather band seemed of so much higher quality than the one you’ve been using before…

“Thank you,” you said, your voice quiet but earnest. And when you looked up to meet his eyes, you saw something flash across his eyes. Something close to surprise? Wonder? As if he couldn’t quite fathom why you would react so touched by this little gift when - truth be told - you still had no idea what this crystal even was.

Mydei looked at you, studied your expression, watched how you put the charm around your neck and let it dangle over your heart like before, before his lips twitched upwards.

“I’ll meet you tomorrow for your next training.”

———————

Your training was going well.

While the progress was slow, expectedly, it was progress nonetheless. Your stamina improved, your stance and sense of balance got better, the motions of your sword more confident. Foundations to work and expand on.

And yet, something shifted.

Before, he told you to take a break and you would walk to the low walls and your basket and indulge in your bottle of water. In silence. Until you put it away moments later and asked to continue.

But now, ever since he’s gifted you that necklace, that changed.

Breaks got longer, you no longer spent them in silence and apart, and a second bottle joined your water bottle. A bottle you always handed to him and that always contained freshly-made pomegranate juice.

Every time.

He caught the red color beneath your nails, he knew you rushed after work to prepare it. For him. You never had it yourself. Always for him.

Why?

Yet, he never asked the question out loud for whenever he accepted the drink and tried it you stood there, waiting for - anticipating - his reaction. And the soft smile whenever he praised it made even his heart thumb louder in his chest for a moment. It was most likely answer enough.

Why he then, however, found himself at home preparing Nikador’s Shield of Victory with the full intention of gifting it to you during your training later today, he could not tell.

The obvious answer was to repay you for the trouble of making and bringing him pomegranate juice whenever he arranged a training session.

But… he doubted the answer was that simple.

He pondered it as he arranged the shield-shaped red bread in a small box and put the remaining fruits and nuts on top. It didn’t look as presentable as when he served it on a proper plate but it would do.

The thought crept up in the back of his mind that he wanted to do something nice for you.

He found no lie in that thought but he felt it brought implications with it that he neither knew how to nor wanted to face yet.

Was he doing this because he wanted to reward you for your training? You have been improving steadily after all.

Maybe. Though it did not align with the Kremnoan way. Praising a warrior’s efforts always had a place but not every improvement was rewarded with anything materialistic. And this dish was a specialty usually meant to commemorate the fallen warriors of Castrum Kremnos, not a reward for success.

He could not find an answer.

Yet, he couldn’t help but acknowledge how your soft smile and genuine awe and wonder in your eyes, when you opened the linen bag to reveal the dish in the small box, made all the time and effort he’s spent on preparing it worthwhile.

Regardless of the reason.

[noinoi10101010]

A rant on how some people in the fandom coddle lunar

look this really annoys me. Some people in the fandom just coddle lunar so damn much and it shows with this arc. Everyone is calling the celestial family abusive and neglectful for neglecting him to witch they have not. They kicked lunar out for attacking earth cause they want to him to forces on himself and his emotions are linked to his powers and could possibly run the risk of him attacking jack and dazzle two CHILDREN! Yes lunar won't and would never want to attack him but because of how emotional lunar is and how he refuses to say he needs help until he is forced shows the chance of him attacking jack and dazzle is not unlikely and speaking of him attacking earth I think some people need to realize that lunar COULD HAVE KILLED EARTH! Yes he didn't but he still basically could have or infected her with negative star power and made so it would like lunar. And it doesn't help that the fandom is always quick to shit on earth for being flawed for 5 minutes and people call her a bad person and yet every other character especially lunar get a free pass

moon mentally abused sun and killed kids - no one says anything

Monty scamed and commited multiple crimes and was an absolute dick until a bit before the eclipse and lunar take over - no one says anything

Solar was very neglectful to jack and basically left him alone with resulted in him getting bitted by razzle and went to go kill the creator without telling anyone and it having the potential to have him get killed again and everyone not wonder were he is. - no one says anything

Sun goes on a man hunt that leads to moon dieing - no one says anything (I'm sorry my beautiful beloved I love you for all your flaws)

Lunar kills someone and uses negative star power dispute the astrols telling him it's bad and nearly killing his sister and forever causing chronic pain - is defended religiously

Earth doesn't comfort lunar during when he is having a breakdown cause she is setting up boundaries - everyone calls her 100% bad

and I have heard this throughout the fandom and I just want to say this BEING OR HAVE AUTISM IS NOT AN EXCUSE. This is coming from someone who has it and have had me be shamed for some of my traits. Some people this lunar is autistic coded with is fine does it excuse any of the bad stuff he has done fuck no. Having autism or better yet ptsd doesn't mean you get a free pass. Imagine your in court and you just killed someone and you excuse is "but I'm autistic and have ptsd" like no your still gonna go to jail you still did a bad thing. Lunar bad actions are on him not his mental disorder ON HIM!

Edit : after seeing yesterday episode it just proves my point. Yes sun should have said that lunar should be the one to fix it but his daughter best friend was so mean to her she went up to her room to cry. Sun could have also told her what happened yes but how would explain to someone who seems to be no older then 7 that there best friend was taken over by magical force as complex as negative star power and not only that there using them as weapon for murder. Yes he could have explained it in a kid friendly way to her but I think sun desperately want to shield dazzle from the stuff they go through on a daily basis the episode Sun moves on he says that dazzle didn't deserve what she got and deserves to be a little girl he want dazzle to live happily and not deal with any of the stuff they always deal with for dazzle to deal with and the main reason for this negative star is on the planet to begin with is lunar. Is it his fault no but you can at least understand his logic which is especially clouded by rage with caused sun to act like that. Im I defending him no but like sun or not he has a daughter to protect and is shown to be very protective of her. If was anyone else there that sun let his anger out on especially earth I highly doubt any of you would say anything. And keep in mind lunar is not upset at the family for neglecting him ever since the attack he did on earth he responded to call out they give him on his bull shit is him understanding he deserves it as the main reason for all of this the whole reason for all of the family feelings for him being complained is him attacking and could've possibly killed earth as again earth could have died from the negative star blast and her having chronic pain was probably one of the better situation to have happened as she could have it take her over and it would be like how it is for jack or she could have flat out died. And that is what this rant is for not for people he bring up reasonable arguments that the celestial family is in the wrong but people who see lunar getting harmed in any short of way and shit on the other characters that are doing that. Just because he is your comfort character does not mean he should be defended like he is Jesus Christ. That is who this rant is for this is not out of malicious sorry if I made it seem like it was. @theinfamousmaybelle and to any one in the lunar protection squad or anyone who likes luanr in general I am sorry that I if I ever offended you or made you uncomfortable I'm truly sorry and it won't happen again. I am just so.damn tried for everyone in this fandom constantly defending lunar for every thing he has done. I don't hate lunar far from In fact he is one of my favorite characters but I hate how it is for some people if lunar in the show does anything he must be in the right 100% of the time. Once again I am not hating on any of you or think the celestial family are 100% perfect and in the right for this. This rant was just letting me get all my thoughts out of my system cause this has really been pissing me off. Especially because I absolutely adore earth so much and I hate her getting stupid criticism like this. Again all of your thoughts in this fandom are valid and I'm sorry if offended any of you or made you uncomfortable.

[mondothebombo]

✨Small Canon Things in Ninjago That Aren’t Necessarily Important to the Plot, but Important to Me Pt 2✨

(in honor of the first post reaching 2.5k notes)

1. the reason the ninja can’t summon their elemental dragons anymore is bc they’re too traumatized

2. Kai takes laxatives

3. Lloyd felt responsible for Nya’s sacrifice

4. Morro took a shot while he was in Lloyd’s body

5. Cole’s favorite color is orange

6. Chamille, the master of form, is a “bad girl” post s4

7. the ninja were literal children when they waltzed into Chen’s tournament and proceeded to beat all the adult EMs in the competition

8. prior to seabound, Nya resented her parents for not being there in her childhood, her mother more so than her father (✨mommy issues✨)

9. Nya is hyper-independent as a result of her childhood; while Kai is more openly accepting to his parents because he has a better memory of them

10. Wu was close enough with Lilly that he could remember whether or not she wore a necklace

11. Cliff Gordon was a “womanizer”

12. Lloyd didn’t naturally hit puberty until s8

13. Cole and Jay are best friends

14. whether or not you see Pixane as a bf/gf situation in canon, they are canonically soulmates

15. Jay has not yet received his inheritance letter

16. at least up until the Merge, Zane’s statue is still in downtown Ninjago City

17. ninjago citizens are fully aware their only protection are six super-powered teens/young adults

18. the ninja are still famous, public figures

19. Jay is the only ninja who hasn’t died (yet)

20. despite being a terrible actor, Lloyd is always sent on the undercover missions

21. the ninja are on first name basis with each others parents

22. Cole’s favorite genre of music is soft rock

23. Zane has selective memory

24. after Nya’s sacrifice, each ninja depicted a different stage of grief (Zane-Denial, Kai-Anger, Lloyd-Depression, Jay-Bargaining, and Cole-Acceptance)

25. Cole never actually had feelings for Nya, he was just flattered by the attention and petty about Jay being mad at him

26. elements react based on the master’s emotions

27. Jay is so emotionally dependent on being around other people that he loses his mind when he’s alone for too long

28. Lloyd had a chat with god and wasn’t impressed

29. Cole’s snoring can be heard throughout the monastery

30. Nya is not a morning person

31. Kai and Skylor have been in a situationship since s4

32. Lloyd being the grandson of god is not common knowledge

33. the group of civilians that were on the bounty when Cole fell are probably the only ones who truly realize the danger the ninja put themselves in on the regular to protect the city, and how close they are with each other

34. Wu didn’t want to tell the ninja about the green ninja prophecy because he was afraid of having a repeat of Morro

35. since s8 at the very least, the ninja all shared a room on the bounty until the monastery was rebuilt

36. Jay’s confidence in his own abilities fully depends on what others believe he’s capable of

37. several villains have called the ninja out on being “just a bunch of kids,” and then proceeded to get their shit rocked by said kids

38. the overlord can gloat to Lloyd all he wants to in crystallized, but fact of the matter is Lloyd defeated him when he was like twelve

39. Kai and Nya raised and took care of each other, it wasn’t just Kai doing all of the work

40. Kai is two years older than Nya

41. Zane’s biggest fear is losing his humanity

42. Lloyd’s biggest fear is becoming his father

43. Nya’s biggest fear is losing her individuality

44. Cole’s biggest fear is letting his family down

45. we the audience are the only ones who see the characters as legos; they’re real people in-universe

46. Kai likes spicy food

47. while elemental masters are immune to their elements to some extent, their elements can also be shown to hurt them in some circumstances

and as always, feel free to add on!!

[littlegreendeathmachine]

Time for something literally nobody asked for — My favorite MLM ships in Ace Attorney (in no particular order) and my personal thoughts/headcanon about them and their dynamics. Yes I know these are very popular ships. I think there’s very good reason for that though because they’re all adorable. At least to me. These opinions are all my own and you’re welcome to disagree, of course! I am trash and I will not deny this. I spent way too much time thinking about this shit and writing it all out.

*ahem* Anyway…

CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES! LOOK OUT!

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Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth (Narumitsu/Wrightworth)

It’s easy to understand why this pairing is so extremely popular. Their love for each other runs deep and powerful, with many of their independent life decisions being influenced by the other. They pull off LOTS of grand gestures to show each other that they’re “endgame”, some of these being very dramatic (i.e. becoming a lawyer just to save someone from himself, flying across the world at the drop of a hat because one is laid up in the hospital with the sniffles), but whenever they’re together, they bicker and taunt each other like an old married couple, because they both have too much pride to admit when they’re wrong. Despite all of these over the top displays of affection, my HC (and many others’, if all the fics and fanmade comics have anything to show for it lol) is that they do break up for a while, but through it all, they never stop thinking of each other and of course they stay in touch. So very 🏳️‍🌈 indeed. Once they’re older and wiser, they make amends and decide they’re in it for the long haul, no matter the distance between them. They no longer make any attempt at hiding this and still battle it out in court on a regular basis (conflict of interest much?) while everyone else in attendance can’t help but notice how close they are (Nick calls Edgey “Daddy” in front of an entire courtroom, ffs). Through all the dramatic exposition and the slow burn, at the end of the day, they end up as most see them now in their 30s - a couple of lame, stubborn dads trying to raise some exceptional kids.

Apollo Justice x Klavier Gavin (Klapollo)

My absolute favorite, my OTP. Their relationship is cute, flirty and sweet like a couple of high schoolers. One tries to be very subtle about his affection and the other has never done anything subtle in his entire life. It’d be like if the hot, popular guy in school had a crush on the total fucking nerd who’s always blurting out answers in class, but said nerd is completely oblivious to his attempts at flirting and teasing him. So the hot guy writes a song about him and belts it out at the school talent show and the nerd is still like “that can’t be about me, right?” even though his name is the title of the freaking song. He’s in denial that someone like him could be the object of pining for a guy who could have anyone he wants, and is even mean to him because he feels threatened, like a stray cat cornered in an alley. Polly can “perceive” anything except for the fact that the sparkling rockstar across the courtroom has the hots for him, even though it’s totally obvious to everyone else, and that’s what makes them so cute. He’s denser than a rock and thinks he’s just being picked on while KG is twirling his hair and blushing every time they talk. When they do finally start dating, everyone around them breathes a collective sigh of relief because they were tired of watching their awkward attempts at expressing their feelings. Just kiss it out, losers!!! After some time, they love each other so much that it’s stupid and become very protective and supportive of one another. Corny in all the best ways.

Beanix x Kristoph Gavin (Krisnix)

A relationship of psychological abuse, manipulation, lies, chaos, misery and lots of kinky shit. After losing his law license due to the actions of Kristoph himself (OVER SOMETHING PETTY AS FUCK BECAUSE HE’S JUST AN EVIL BASTARD), our man Phoenix, who suspected him pretty early on, goes on a seven year bender of “grape juice”, gambling and hooking up with this guy. He needed a sugar daddy to help pay the bills, and Kris needed a plaything, and as such, their intentions are impure from the very beginning. They’re a couple of little freaks with insatiable lust and a death wish who are constantly betraying trust and going out of their way to fuck up each other’s day. The true definition of “sleeping with the enemy”, their situationship unravels in court right in front of everyone due to the scheming of both parties to try to expose the other. Truly a marvel and a work of art. 10/10.

Miles Edgeworth x Shi Long Lang (Langworth)

Whether it stems from a need to fill a void left by his ex or simply because he’s (almost) never felt such respect and admiration for the tenacity and commanding presence of another man, poor Edgey falls head over heels for the werewolf guy. There is an undeniable and dangerous chemistry between these two, mostly born of longing, but Lang prides his status as a “lone wolf” and has no interest in a relationship. These two are FWB (Furries With Benefits) for a while which Miles isn’t satisfied with, and he can’t help thinking of the powerful romance between him and his former lover (“that man”) that he just isn’t getting out of whatever this is. He breaks things off, but this hurts Lang, who coincidentally has just started to develop strong feelings for him and has grown envious of Phoenix. They remain friends, and ol’ Nick is jealous of this himself. Star crossed lovers who simply weren’t meant to be. They’re good for each other and bad for each other at the same time, and that’s what makes them fun.

Ryunosuke Naruhodo x Kazuma Asogi (Asoryuu)

There has never been a MLM ship in Ace Attorney history that could be considered canon more than these two (imo). You can see it in every interaction they have with each other. The way they LOOK at each other. The things they say and how they say them. There is so much sexual tension loaded into every moment they share together and poor Susato has no idea how to handle any of it because she loves them both SO much (it’s a classic “my best friend is banging my brother” caper!). And it’s there from the very beginning. First there’s the story of how they met. Then some of the things that Kazuma said to Ryunosuke during the first trial that made me nearly spit out my drink. All of the events that follow… stowing away on the ship, Runo doing things he never would’ve dreamed of because he so badly wanted to avenge his “partner”s “death”, and then their reunion where they both just stared each other down with hunger in their eyes. Even the trial where they were supposed to be facing off against each other as rivals, it felt like they were struggling to actually disagree with each other and I found myself thinking “oh my god, just make out already!” The funniest thing about these two is that, at least in my mind, Ryunosuke’s love is a lot more pure and innocent. He wants to hold Kazuma’s hand and kiss him sweetly under the moonlight. Kazuma wants Ryunosuke carnally. He wants to grab him by his collar and ravage his bones until they’re both struggling to breathe. Oh, the writers knew EXACTLY what they were doing with this one.

Herlock Sholmes x Yujin Mikotoba (Homumiko)

Okay, hear me out. Never thought I’d be saying “hear me out” on a post about ships but?? Whatever?? These two have such a beautiful bond together and we don’t get to see nearly enough of it. And when we do finally get to see them interact, a lot of the dialogue between them in-game is … questionable at best. I raised my eyebrows on more than one occasion. Seriously, the writers of TGAA gave us some of the best shit to work with over here. Anyway, they complement each other very well in every aspect, they never stop thinking about each other when they’re apart and they’re just plain goofy and silly. They were both single when they met and still are, so it’s not entirely implausible that they never stopped loving each other from a distance, and they already function as a family unit with Susato, Ryunosuke and Iris. If I could have any gay dads in the world I’d probably pick these two. Just saying. I love this ship and I would love to see more of it. I felt genuine sadness emanating from them when they had to go their separate ways again. It feels wrong to split them up. Plus, you know, there’s uh, this, so…

Okay that’s all lmao bye!!!!

[hyperbali]

This seemed to go over well on r/dragonage, so I will also share it over here!

The question was:

Which DA Romances Do You Think Would Be Open To Having Kids?

DAO

Alistair - if he's got that Strong Theirin Bullshit going on, I think he's having a couple kids regardless of if it's with HoF or Anora. He's a great goofy dad but can't discipline worth a damn.

Leliana - Mmh... she would probably prefer to adopt rather than give birth, I think. Even then, she seems more like an auntie than a mother.

Morrigan - Did not ever foresee or want it for herself, but is a pretty decent mom by virtue of not wanting to be like Flemeth. Not a "cool" mom, but would let her kids have their independence.

Zevran - I can only ever see it being on accident, as beforehand he would have absolutely denied it - but once the possibility is in reach, he can't let the idea go. Ultimate Girl Dad.

DA2

Anders - Nope. Back in Awakening he liked his freedom without fetters too much, and over the course of 2 he gets too focused on becoming a martyr. Ain't ever gonna happen.

Fenris - Not something I think he actively wants, but is willing to take responsibility if it happens. He's the kind of stoic dad that it's hard to get an outward reaction from, but he's definitely protective of his kids.

Isabela - HAHA. That's adorable, kitten! (She probably just ends up kind of semi-adopting a galley kid, but in a way one would adopt a stray outdoor cat - leave it to its business.)

Merrill - Kind of taken aback by the idea, but secretly grows on it. I think she'd probably end up more of a mother figure to refugee elves, though.

DAI

Blackwall - Much as it's cute to think of him as a dad, I think what he did with the mercenary company is going to haunt him too much, even if he goes back to being Thom. He's content with the Inquisitor alone.

Cassandra - So long as she's not Divine, she would be willing to consider it - but would only want just one. Hard disciplinarian, but secretly a softie on some occasions.

Cullen - He's gonna end up having to build an entire farm community just to house all the impending kids and dogs. This man wants a BIG FAMILY.

Dorian - The thought of it is instantly repellant to him just on the basis of it having been expected of him for so long. He'd also be quietly terrified of ending up like his own father, hurting his own child while thinking he's doing his best for them... so no, definitely not happening.

Iron Bull - Hadn't ever really thought about it... ever, but if he's Tal-Vashoth, his heart melts when he sees any of his own babies for the first time. Any kid's got him wrapped around their little finger, and a whole host of aunts and uncles in the Chargers.

Josephine - She wants at least two, but preferably three - it simply wouldn't do for any of her children to grow up lonely. Hilariously, she's one of the strictest parents.

Sera - She sort of just wants to keep the Inquisitor all to herself for as long as she can, but if her wife really, really wanted it, she'd shrug and say why not? An alright mom, especially when they're still little, but I think she'd get really frustrated when they hit their teens.

Solas - He would like to say he doesn't wish it were possible, sometimes. He would like to say that.

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Bellara - She would go nuts tracking down every single child-rearing research material she could and generally get herself anxious about it, but she'd turn out to be one of the best moms of the bunch.

Davrin - Willing to adopt after a while, especially once Assan starts getting older and leaving for longer periods of time as he gains his independence. That kiddo is definitely growing up with the best boy bird-cat-dog protector. Bit of a gruff dad, but he means well and can ease up with help.

Emmrich - Either way you shake it, probably not. Either he's content with Manfred and wouldn't want to chance leaving a young child behind when he eventually passes, or he just can't because he's a lich. For the latter, though, I think he'd be a great dadly mentor for the ages.

Harding - The ultimate in mommy cottagecore. TELL me you can't see her hiking through a forest with a bundled baby on her back, a kidlet skipping at her side, singing together as they head back home for the day. Adorable.

Lucanis - Incredibly unnerved by how much pressure is on him by being The Last Man Standing of the Dellamortes and what that means for their legacy, as well as being terrified over the possibility of what Spite could do to a child... but man, the thought haunts him. He wants to feel part of a close family again so bad. He would cry the first time he held his baby.

Neve - Probably not interested in having any of her own, but definitely ends up being kind of the boss-slash-denmother of a bunch of urchins in Docktown. She (lightly) bullies them into eating and sleeping, and they're her eyes from the shadows.

Taash - Their hang-ups over their mom are way too intense for that. Helping other Qunari and/or Tal-Vashoth adjust to a non-Qun life is about as far as that idea is gonna get.