#and let's stress the and in this sentence

[fleurseoul]

- [ 6 : 24 ] - k.sn - 엔하이픈

sunoo in which he cuddles with you in bed and gets needy for your pretty lips and pussy. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

trigger warnings :: face sitting, pet names, soft¡dom sunoo. <- let me know if i missed anything!

authors note :: short sunoo fic bc i got some motivation the day before thanksgiving!! 🧸ྀི

© :: also thanks to @alessialvl for the inspiration!! it was her sunoo nsfw audio that gave me this idea. ( she gave me permission to do this. )

18+ minors, do not interact!! you’ve been warned.

sunoo was really needy today, mostly because he had a rough day during practice and he needed to take his mind of something less stressful. he had his head buried in your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist, gently caressing your hips.

“what’s wrong, ddeonu?” you asked him, gently stroking his hair as he sighed with contentment, nuzzling his head even more into your body.

“rough day..” he mumbled, not even trying to form a full sentence in front of you. he couldn’t not, even if he really wanted to. you were just too pretty and innocent for your own good.

you responded with a little hum as he shifted in his position, making so that he was straddling you. he looked so cute in this moment, all pouty, and his eyes were lost in your beauty that he worshiped.

he leaned in for a kiss in which you reciprocated, his lips soft and sweet. you loved the way his tongue would so easily slip into your mouth, rubbing against your own. you sighed as sunoo switched positions so that you were now on his lap.

his lips and mouth tasted like vanilla mixed with strawberries, it was just so ethereal. the flavor just made you feel so alive and well, you two loved each other to the moon and back.

as you two made out for another couple of minutes, he pulled away, breathing heavily slightly.

“i wonder what you taste like..” you heard him say under his breath. that’s when you realized that he wanted to eat you out.

that’s been on his bucket list for a while, now that you think about it. he’s been wanting to have you straddling him, his lips devouring your pussy.

“ddeonu..” you sighed, contemplating your next moves. were you really gonna sit on his pretty and innocent face?

after a few seconds of thinking, you laid him down on his back and crawled over him. he looked a little puzzled, but pleased nonetheless.

a/n :: i recommend listening to this during the next paragraphs.

“really? you’re gonna let me taste you?” you bit your lip, doubting and hesitating your decision. he pouted, gently grabbing your hips and bringing it closer to his face.

“please baby, let me taste you..” he begged and whined, drooling slightly. you couldn’t say no to him. he was too cute to resist.

“fine.” you gave in, letting your pussy cover his mouth. he gasped, but began licking and lapping your wetness. he whined and whimpered, but they soon began to turn into hums of pleasure. he sucked on your sensitive buds, relishing the taste of it.

you moaned softly, whining at the feeling of his warm and soft tongue on your pussy. you gripped onto the pillow and his shoulders, which made him lap even faster. sunoo’s tongue felt like heaven and it was deep inside of you.

you gently tugged on his hair, indicating that you were gonna cum soon. you were too much of a whining mess that you didn’t wanna form a coherent sentence just because of how good he was making you feel.

“s-sunoo!” you moaned, letting yourself release into his mouth. he happily licked up all of your sweet juices and the room was filled with the slurps coming from his mouth.

“i want more..” he whined after licking every single drop clean. you two ended up just showering together after that and cuddling in bed, watching some random k-dramas.

® :: ONCE AGAIN TYSM TO MY MOOT @alessialvl FOR GIVING ME INSPIRATION AND MOTIVATION!!

[daenysx]

Hi lovey! How are you? I hope everything is going well. Can I request a “3 am” with James or Sirius (your choice :))with a reader who has insomnia please?

3.00 AM | JAMES POTTER

"jamie, your hand will go numb if you keep doing that."

"challenge accepted, my sweet angel."

you can't sleep and james rubs your back. he also drowns you in too sweet endearments, maybe they would make you blush and hide to his chest, you could close your eyes as you fall in love with him all over again. maybe he's dreaming, and this is not a really good solution. he'll keep doing it, though, until you tell him to stop.

"i'm so mad at myself." you say. you sound so desperate and tired, james can't help himself. he leans into your space to kiss your forehead for a few seconds. "i just want to sleep."

"i know, baby." he says. he knows, he tries to help. "you will fall asleep, i promise."

"i need to go to class tomorrow." you tell him, your voice carries hints of frustration. "if i sleep too late, i'll never wake up on time."

"don't stress yourself." james says. it's only worse for you. "i'll wake you up if you can't."

"you need sleep, too. i'm keeping you awake for nothing."

his hand on your back stops. he needs to give you a proper hug, he won't let you drown in sadness. "come here." he says, your body settles down on his chest with ease. "it's not like i can have a good sleep with you being awake next to me, unable to get any rest. don't blame yourself for my decisions, please."

you press your face to his neck. he smells nice, the cologne he likes to wear after shower fills your senses. he squeezes your body in a very fine way, you wrap your arms around him.

your body feels less tense. it's still hard to close your eyes, but with the passing seconds, it will be easier. james is warm, he manages to calm down your nerves. you let yourself melt against him. he's strong enough to hold you like this the entire night.

"try to close your eyes for me, hmm?" he whispers to you in the dark. so gentle, so good. you do as he says. "don't force yourself, just relax. it'll be okay."

at some point of his reassuring sentences, you slip away and a faint wave of sleep catches you.

dreamer girl sleepover ♡

[yoredoesmore]

Old Habits Don't Die | Hoshina Soshiro

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Reader

genre: fluff/a lil romance/slowburn/enemies to lovers

summary: your childhood enemy still gives you a hard time even after all these years.

wc: 3k

Taglist: @adimelymanner @soshirohoshinasimp @istarluvx @hoshinasblade

“Mrs. Yuki! Soshiro stole my building blocks again!” A voice yelled out. It did not take much to depict the clear annoyance and irritation that were laced into the cry. And if it wasn't obvious enough that you were moments away from lashing out on the other kid, the deep frown on your face served the purpose of further indicating your strong emotions of anger.

“They don't belong to ya!” Soshiro claimed boldly, completely disregarding the possible threat you would turn into, and continued to dangle the red pieces just slightly out of your reach. It was in that moment where you felt deep sympathy for bulls and learned to understand how seeing a simple color could drive on to go such lengths.

Kindergarten was supposed to be a place free from complications and pressure, for the children at least, yet you found yourself in a solid cloud of stress constantly. The source of your worrying state being no other than Hoshina Soshiro.

"You can't hog the animal plushies, you have to share them, Soshiro!”

“So that they end up stinking like ya?? "No way!"

The boy's snarky remarks were often followed by a rude motion of similar disrespect. Darting out his tongue and giving you nasty grimaces have become an everyday occurrence. You have thought about smacking him too many times, more than you would like to admit but you refused to lower yourself to his antics.

Besides the constant nagging and stealing, Soshiro loved to call you names. Pigtails had turned into a bad word when taken into his mouth and it has even come so far that he no longer used your name and rather referred to you by your hairstyle.

You sat neatly tucked in one of the reading corners, the world but just a mere background sound to you. The picture book held images that you have never seen before, it was deeply interesting. Caught up in the moment and feelings, you did not notice the malicious source approaching you.

By the time you took notice of his presence it was already too late.

Soft hands reached out for your pigtails, slightly pulling you up by the hair. The motion was more sudden than painful, yet you still let out a loud scream. Almost immediately, one of the caretakers came to your aid and you wasted no time telling them about Hoshinas' antics.

He was sentenced to 15 minutes in the corner after.

A sly, almost triumphant smile sat on your lips, watching the boy finally get the punishment he deserved. And of course you did not fail to show him your jolliness.

“Serves you right!” You cheerfully exclaimed, tongue darted out to give him a taste of his own medicine. The boy simply rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“All ya do is cry cry cry, that's no fun!” It appeared that Soshiro was more upset about you ending his antics before he could even start, rather than having to carry out the punishment. His eyes sat on yours for a while, as if he was trying to communicate something, but then he returned his gaze to the corner for good.

The day went on, and to your surprise, Soshiro did not even think about approaching you. The moments felt peaceful and calm, yet something was missing. Once again, you found yourself in a play corner, building towers that were meant to reach great heights. A figure approached you and it was no other than Mrs. Yuki.

“The tower looks amazing, Y/n!” She cheered you on, earning a smile from you.

“Without Soshiro here, I can make it even higher than before!” You cheerfully chimed.

“True, at last there is peace. But it must also be boring without him, right?” She suddenly suggested

“Not at all! Soshiro is sooo noisy, like a goose! I'm glad that he is no longer around to bother me.” You said firmly, standing your ground. The woman simply chuckled, her hands finding themselves in your hair to give it a strong ruffle.

She had a certain look in her eyes, one you found yourself unsure of. Then she left.

Whatever they told Soshiro after getting out of the corner had a strong effect on the boy for the remaining day. He stopped bothering or insulting you and when he had to start a conversation, he made sure to address you by your proper name. The newly established peace felt great for a while, but as the day moved on, it began to bore you out indeed. You missed the old dynamic and how he used to enthusiastically approach you just to get on your nerves again– but of course you would never admit that.

Did you break him? The Soshiro who was known as the powerhouse of your kindergarten group?

A subtle frown accompanied you on your way to the front door where your mother was waiting for you for pick up. Once again, you were so deep in thought that you did not notice the kid that was running right at you.

And then you felt someone harshly pull on your pigtails.

“Soshirooo!” You started crying and Mrs. Yuki already came to your aid to comfort you.

The boy topped off his harassment by showing you the nastiest expression known by a child, or mankind, his tongue spitting at you from a distance.

Old habits unfortunately never die.

After that day, he was put into a different kindergarten group, to no one's surprise. You still saw him every now and then but it never came to any big interactions besides on excursions. But even then, the caretakers made sure that you stayed unbothered by him.

The moments of silence soon turned into solid years. You almost forgot what it felt like, to experience true anger during elementary and middle school. Of course there were some pesky and annoying peers every here and there but none of them had the unfortunate effect that Soshiro had on you. Thus, life remained livable until you reached the academy.

Like a vicious circle everything fell back into place, the insults, the bickering, the testing of your patience– it was like a bad joke that repeated itself over and over again.

“Students are not allowed to use the training rooms on the third floor, they are strictly reserved for the higher ranked students. It's written in the student manual, very hard to skip, unless you don't read it of course..” You spat sternly, the last part coming out as a mocking whisper. You took your job as a student council member as serious as ever and especially Soshiro got to feel the abuse of your powers.

“Calm down, Pigtails.” He replied, not even looking at you as he continued with his stretching.

“Literally nobody cares besides ya and yer stupid manual book. The training rooms downstairs are too crowded– and besides, the higher ranked students barely come up here.”

Whenever you tried to use rules and order on this guy, Soshiro would simply disregard you. It was a constant back and forth with the man, a nightmare that you desperately hoped to escape one day..

11 years later…

“We should get the report back soon.” Okonogi said, a soft smile twirling on her lips as she looked up at you. You nodded your head, exercising one last bow before exiting the room.

You had just started your job at the Defense Force, specifically, as the operations Vice Leader for the Third Division alongside Okonogi.

Today is going to be another all nighter You thought and sighed.

It has always been your dream to secure this position and after hard training and lots of extra studying you finally made it.

Your eyes scanned through the countless files in your hands, trying to figure out which one you should tackle first.

It was a habit of yours, (one you desperately tried to get rid off) blending out everything and everyone around you the moment your eyes fell on a text. You walked in wonky motions, shadowing as many passages as possible before reaching your destination. To your luck, the last time you checked (two minutes ago) the hallway was empty.

It was peaceful all around you, so much that you even began to humm a melody. But what pulled you back into reality was the sharp pain that suddenly spread through your skull, inflicted by a flick to your forehead.

“Watch it, Pigtails.” A light, yet cocky voice suddenly spoke into the silence.

What the..

Your body froze over from head to toe, all senses on high alert. The man who made the comment simply kept walking, not even bothering with your presence. All that remained of him was the soft tone of his voice in the back of your head and the burning feeling his fingers had left behind on your head.

“Soshiro..?”

*

All night was spent thinking about the black haired individual and the memories you were taken back to. The Hoshina Soshiro, the child who made your childhood a mess and caused you stress beyond imagination, he was now working at the exact same place you applied for. What a joke.

Since you both went to Tokyo Neutralization University, you figured that he was going to walk down this path but to end up at the exact same Division..that was simply your bad luck.

Those thoughts accompanied you throughout the remaining day– and their weight was evident on your face. Okonogi took notice of the change in your usually cheerful demeanor and wasted no time in addressing the matter.

“Is all well? You seem a little out of it today.” Her voice sat laced in concern and worry.

“Oh yes, no worries please. It’s just..I think I ran into an old acquaintance of mine yesterday. Here in the building. Haven't seen him in a while and we go like, wayyy back.” The chuckle that left your lips was drenched in awkwardness and discomfort. You placed a strong emphasis on the words acquaintance, refusing to refer to him as enemy or bully to not create a misunderstanding.

Okonogi shook her head in an understanding manner before returning her attention back to her screen.

“Sounds great. Why not talk to him and ask how he has been? I'm sure he was just as surprised to see you again.”

It was such simple advice, easy to digest and execute, yet you immediately knew that you could not follow it. Walking up to him of all people would destroy your mind, even thinking about it had your head spinning.

While the thoughts in your head once again went spiraling, you failed to notice the appearance of a new presence. The door opened and almost immediately all the workers around you stopped their work and researches in their tracks to greet the individual, all but you.

Okonogi gave you a soft nudge against the shoulders in an attempt to get your attention but you failed to react in time. A soft “hm?” was all she managed to acquire, while your eyes stayed focused on your lap. And when you finally turned your head to the direction she was looking at, all you were met with was the back of a clipboard that was milliseconds away from colliding with your head.

Thud

You groaned. The weight of the item came crashing down on your head out of nowhere. It hurt your pride more than it did your body and the discomfort was clearly displayed on your face.

“Normally I don't need to go such lengths to get my subordinates attention, Pigtails.”

Almost immediately your eye shot open and locked with the man who stood before your seated figure. Your heart tightened into a knot and for a second, you could feel a slight gush of heat sweep over your face.

“Hoshina..” Your eyes held a shimmer the man did not know existed. Astonishment and fright, two so distant emotions, came together in your eyes to create something indescribable.

“..Address me with Captain if you seek my acknowledgement. Now, pay attention or move somewhere else.” Without allowing your heart or mind to catch up to the situation, Captain Hoshina moved back to the center of the room to make the announcement he came for.

There he was, an old enemy, right in front of you. The years have only done him favors. Although he never abandoned the bowl cut, his face has grown into that of a man, handsome with no imperfections to be found. His body too has adapted to his age and profession. Lean muscles and a fit build– he was far from unattractive.

Hoshina had come to pass down some information about the approval of the request the operation team put in a while ago about improvements on both the suit supervision and training program. (Un)fortunately (you were conflicted about his sudden visit) he did not stay for too long, bidding the room goodbye before disappearing as fast as he came. But before fully exiting the room he made sure to shoot you one last look.

“He has changed..” You whispered, thinking about the vigilant rebel you once had to deal with who somehow managed to transform into a high ranked supervisor. Never would you have thought that Hoshina would be one to play by the rules, that simply left you speechless.

From there on no day went by without him somehow finding a way to disturb your work life. He wasn't as persistent or flashy as back then but he made sure to pull you out of your little daydreams or sneak up at you when you were idly walking around the hallways.

Old habits truly never die.

If it wasn't for Okonogi taking care of you every now and then, sending you little notes in which she reminded you to eat enough or covering you up with a blanket whenever the all nighters had you falling asleep at your desk, you would have imploded from exhaustion.

Today was that kind of day. You had fallen asleep around 9pm in your small office and found yourself wrapped up in a cozy blanket. You smiled softly, rubbing the remaining sleep out of your eyes as you got up and folded the rug into a neat cube.

After taking a long and calculated look at the papers you had worked on before drifting off, you decided that you have truly done enough for the day and deserved to sleep in a proper bed.

Therefore you left all as it was and moved forth to exit your office. But as you pulled open the door and took the first step out, you were met with a view that had you thinking that this might be a dream after all.

Soshiro stood leaned against the wall across the hallway, arms crossed over his chest and surprise written all over his face. It seemed like neither of you had expected the other here.

“Soshiro?” It was evident in your voice that you had just woken up.

“Yer awake already?” The way he was asking the question sounded like you were not supposed to be, which left you even more confused.

“What are you doing here?” Although still tired, you did not allow yourself to ease your guard. Knowing him, he was never too tired to spit out a snarky remark or send something flying against your forehead again. But waiting for you in front of your office? That was too much, even for you.

Hoshina did not answer your question immediately, allowing it to float around in the air for a moment before picking it up again. His body moved forward, abandoning the support of the wall and inching closer to you. His arme remained locked though.

“Came to check on ya.”

“The truth please, I'm too tired for this.”

“I ain't lying..don't make this awkward.”

The sudden switch up in his demeanor from sarcastic to soft already made the situation awkward enough, but fortunately for him, you were indeed too tired to properly react. And you could not deny, his softness did manage to peak your interest.

“Yer always doing the most, putting effort into tasks that did not need all that endeavor. I already knew when I first saw ya here that yer were going to burn that little skull of yers out.” His fingers, surprise to none, poked your forehead, slightly pushing you back. You groaned, ready to go off on him but he cut you off.

“So I came to check on ya..every now and then. Maybe, I don't know, because I felt bad for stuff.. “ Hoshina did not finish that sentence, he didn't have to, his emotions were written all over his face.

His words took your mind into a distant space where nothing made sense and all that was floated around in the atmosphere. Hoshina changed. It took him a decade and fragments of his old persona remained but he was not entirely the same anymore. Little you would have died to experience this moment.

Wait a second..

“So those notes and the food on my desk– and the blankets..that was you?” The only reply the man was able to give you was a subtle nodding of his head.

And in exactly that moment your heart skipped a beat.

You immediately felt repulsed. The fact that he of all people was the cause for your fastened heartbeat was a difficult thought to stomach but somewhere, deep down, you were smiling.

“Oh, yer pigtails came undone while ya were asleep.” Hoshina acknowledged, trying to divert the gravity of this conversation to another point. The tension had indeed become so thick it was almost palpable.

“Oh no..I took them out after a certain someone mocked me for them today. He said something along the lines about how they're not fit for such a serious work environment.” You shot him a judgy look and rolled your eyes to which he replied with scoff.

“I was just joking, ya gotta stop taking everything so seriously. Besides,” Soshiros's hands suddenly moved up to your hair, caressing it in gentle motions.

“I think they look cute. Always have.”

He was teasing you again, he had to be. The gentle smile on his face and the soft blush that hushed over his cheeks, he must be toying with you, right? Just like back then in kindergarten, where he would add cute hair clips into your hair without you noticing at first or changing your name cards so you would sit next to him during lunch, he was simply goofing around. After all, old habits don't die.

a/n: me: I have no motivation to write but here is a 3k slowburn fic guys 🥺 lol idk what came over me but the words for this fic just appeared out of nowhere (hope this keeps up)

The city (tumblr) needs me so I hope I will be able to provide you guys with more hoshina content and I also hoped you enjoyed this piece! Not much romance but a little something at the end 😼 consider this a warm up.

Btw I have absolutely no idea how a taglist works, I just tagged random people who interact with my content ^^ (hope you guys don't mind)

See you next time!!

[letmerideitchris]

𑇍ℋ𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ𑇍

its 9:00PM and y /n gets a call from Chris, "Morning y/n/n, are we still gonna go to that haunted house tonight?"  

Chris had been wanting and begging you to go to a haunted house for Halloween, but you weren't so keen on the idea. You had never liked scary things, and a haunted house was not ideal. “c’mon y/n I really want to go, it’ll be fun I promise” “Chris, no” 

"Chris you know I don’t like scary things, I've told you many times" y/n says sternly   "yeah but you like me don't you" Chris says whilst cheekily laughing, "Chris... don't do this to me" y/n says whilst giggling "I will hold your hand the whole time, you will have nothing to stress about pleaseeeee" he says as he jokingly "ugh fine okay only because I love you"  "alright y/n/n see you then, love you!”                                                                                                                            

                                                                             

y/n has arrived outside the haunted house, she is standing there scared, all by herself, when suddenly, she gets picked up from behind, Chris' arms wrap around y/n stomach whilst picking her up in the air, y/n is screaming for her life. "CHRIS DONT DO THAT OH MY GOD" y/n says frightened whilst Chris is putting her down gently "You look so beautiful tonight" Chris says as his hand starts sliding down her lower back, they start to kiss when suddenly someone in a clown mask jumps out Infront of y/n. y/n screams and jumps into Chris' arms. Chris is laughing as nick takes off the clown mask "ahh don't worry y/n it's just me" Nick says as he goes to give y/n a hug "oh my god, nick seriously? anyways where's matt?" y/n says. "Matt is with Taylor, they are having a movie night at home" "boringgg" Chris yells. "oi leave them alone" y/n says protectively, "its just a joke chill y/n/n, anyways nick we are gonna go into the haunted house now we will catch you later”                                                                                                                                              

They both finally get into the haunted house after y/n’ regret with her choice and chris having to talk her into it again. They’re walking up the stairs and see a door and chris decides to open it "Chris I dont think that is a good id-" before y/n could finish her sentence, a man wearing a full clown costume is at the door with a fake knife. "CHRIS RUN" y/n and Chris both start running to the other door, they go in and lock it "Chris that was terrifying" y/n says shaking, "y/n/n you know I would never let anything bad happen to you" he says whilst grabbing her hips and moving them closer to him. y/n is still shaking because she is scared and cold. Chris takes off his hoodie and gives it to her to put on. y/n puts it on and leans into his chest, he is resting his head on top of hers. "I love you Chris, I really do, even though you forced me to come here. I am never going to let anything get between us." Chris lifts his head off hers and guides her head up by her chin "y/n/n, nothing is ever going to happen, trust me.     

                                                                             𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉：

@clairesrose @sophand4n4

𖦹sorry for the people that are waiting for videographer part 3, we will get it out as soon as possible. I've been studying alot for my college and have been busy. so sorry x

[biggie-chcese]

This is the post where I talk about Yakou, Vivia, and Yuma

(buckle up, buttercup it's a spoiler-ridden ramble)

so these three knuckleheads (and makoto, but this post ain't about him) just so happen to be my favorite characters in the game. and part of the main reason for that is, well, *gestures vaguely at all of Chapter 4*, but also just the dynamic that these three share. a long time ago, i made a memey post about this dynamic, and while i'm sure you can very easily infer what i'm trying to say in it, i'll still clarify it here:

vivia and yuma both have very, very similar feelings towards yakou.

now, this is not a sentence i'm saying with shipping goggles on- i want to make it clear that this post is not about romantic ships. it's a joint canon character analysis, and i think it's important to stress this early on.

let me start from the end of the beginning: the part in chapter 0 where yuma just left the labyrinth, and despite his best efforts in fighting the peacekeepers with facts and logic, still finds himself about to be arrested. it's important to consider just how yuma's state of mind is at this point in the game. thanks to both the brutal massacre on the train and his amnesia, yuma is helpless. he's traumatized, and aimless, and feels like he has no one on his side. this even includes shinigami, because while they develop into incredible partners later on, at this point in the game, yuma does not see her as such.

it's not shinigami who saves him from this predicament, despite how much she brags about allegedly doing so. it's yakou who comes to his rescue. and when he's under yakou's protection, yuma even internally voices his relief: "finally, an ally."

now, yakou is the first person yuma sees this way. when he got onto the amaterasu express, he was immediately thrust into a situation where he couldn't trust anyone on board, including himself. the people he could've trusted died before he had the chance, and the peacekeepers are most certainly his enemies. so yakou is the one that yuma latches onto. over time, that submarine, the friends he'd meet, the memories he'd make, yakou himself, and everything he represents would become home to yuma. but that's a bit later. for now, yakou guides him through the city, and then to the roof where they'd look over the vast expanse of neon lights and share a much needed moment of solace. a moment of peace... and quiet.

speaking of that phrase, i am going to start talking about vivia now.

from vivia's DLC, we learn a lot about his first days in kanai ward. he arrives to the city depressed, constantly searching for his own peace and quiet. thanks to his forte and his upbringing, he's traumatized, and aimless, and feels as though he has no one on his side. when yakou gives him the rooftop talk he gave the other detectives, vivia is notably pretty cold with him. he immediately makes it clear to yakou that he doesn't intend to go around saving people, or solving mysteries, or even making friends. he even tells yakou to leave him alone.

this i find really interesting, because when yuma approaches him in the prologue, vivia is very receptive to him to the point of even calling him kind for bothering to speak to him. i think this is because of yakou. it's yakou's persistent kindness that eventually helps vivia inch out of his shell, bit by bit, until he's finally happy to be receiving that kind of attention from others. in that DLC, yakou showing just how much he cared over and over again saved vivia in a very different way than yuma. but don't get it twisted- there's a lot they share in common.

let's look at the way vivia talks about yakou and the submarine itself. in chapter 3, he calls the fireplace within it his "beautiful bed of peace and quiet." in chapter 4, he stresses it again, saying "Surprisingly... I liked it there... The little bit of peace and quiet I found at the Nocturnal Detective Agency." and in the epilogue, he looks back at the chief's empty chair, and says "It was rather... comfortable in here."

from this, it's easy to tell that the submarine, the friends he'd met, the memories made, yakou himself, and everything this man represented, was home to vivia. sound familiar?

and i wanna touch on the other detctives too, because i am not implying that vivia and yuma have stronger bond with yakou than them or anything. they, too, deeply care for their chief and vice versa. in fact, yakou treats all of the detectives pretty much the same way (this is also part of why the yakou fathero trope doesn't personally appeal to me- it's almost always exclusive to yuma, which i dont think is the case in canon. the only thing exclusive to yuma is the pushing around and light bullying from yakou, and this is because yuma lets everyone treat him that way). yakou sees the detectives not only as colleagues, but also as people he needs to protect. even in chapter 4, when he puts everyone in danger, he still had their safety in mind- otherwise he'd only bring fubuki and desuhiko along for his plan. halara and vivia were there to keep everyone safe, and yuma was to not be involved at all. of course, he didn't account for yuma's impeccable ability to get into trouble... but more importantly, he didn't account for the possibility that the detectives would bother to stay with him and try to save him.

they all love their chief so much. they all try to save him. they all break down when they can't. and while i don't find vivia and yuma's love for yakou greater than the other detectives', i do think it's different.

halara, fubuki, and desuhiko all have these implied outer lives from what we see in the game. once they're out of kanai ward, they still have people, passions, and duties to return to. but the same can't be said for vivia and yuma.

in his dlc, vivia says himself that he has no one. this means that, despite the big family he was raised in, it's likely none of them are keeping contact with him. he says he has no regrets- only things to do before he quietly passes on. the man came to kanai ward looking for a place to die. this is the attitude of someone who fully believes he has nothing to lose.

yuma has amnesia for most of the game, so he quite literally lost everything. he even says so. as far as he's concerned, everything he holds dear is localized entirely within kanai ward. also, it's not like the man he used to be- number one, who famously works alone- had anyone to begin with. even though there is a very different set of issues from vivia's happening here, selling off your memories is, frankly, also the attitude of someone who fully believes he has nothing to lose.

this very similar setup is why i think they see yakou as someone who takes up a large portion of what they consider their entire world. vivia simply sees this in a more metaphorical sense while, for yuma, it's much more literal. in a way, this also kinda parallels how these two act.

so you may be wondering why any of this matters. like, okay, they both feel the same way towards yakou. then what? well i just think it makes chapter 4, an already amazing chapter, even more compelling!!

think about it this way: chapter 4 is a clashing of ideals under the same exact desires- to protect yakou. to protect their home. to protect everything they hold dear and return to how things were before.

but the ways they go about doing this are completely different. yuma chooses to protect his home by revealing the truth and weathering the oncoming storm, no matter how uncomfortable it may be. vivia chooses to protect his home by sticking to a comfortable lie, preventing anyone else from seeing the cracks in the walls and skeletons in the closet.

but, regardless of their methods, everything they do is because of love. it's because of care. it's because of gratitude. it's because of this deep desperation to cling on to what they believe is all they have left...

...despite the fact that it's already slipping between their fingers like sand...

and this. this is what i think makes vivia's choice to let go of that desperation, take yuma's hand, and fight at his side as a detective all the more powerful.

[adobe-outdesign]

I wonder if stress eating is a generational thing for Cyllene and Cyrus. Like Cyrus comes home from Evil Work with two bags full of Jollicombee to gouge them down while staring unblinkingly at a blank wall because he think TVs are for people with spirit and also his parents never let him watch it. He also fully convinces himself it's not stress eating and he's just hungry because stress is also for people with spirit.

this sounds about right but also "Cyrus comes home from Evil Work" as a sentence is absolutely sending me

[justaticklishdeer]

Radio's Not Dead

hi. this is a bitttt more heavy than the stuff I usually post (its still a tickle fic!) but I felt like traumatizing alastor.

ler Rosie, lee alastor

TWS (there's a lot to unpack): Implied non con, panic attack, mental breakdown, arguing, light sh, that vibe. its a lot and I'm so sorry.

again, I am so terribly sorry for traumatizing him and being a bit heavy with it <3

Word count: 2k

It had been seven years. Seven years since Alastor had been heard from or seen anywhere in Pentagram City. It seemed so empty without the looming threat of a wendigo-like Overlord haunting the residents. Rosie was in her emporium, working with her clients as usual. She herself had wondered where Alastor had gone all those years. He had up and left without any words, any trace, and hint as to where he was. She sighs softly, pacing the emporium. Of course, Hell had settled down quite a bit after Alastor left.

But Rosie? She was left wondering where he had gone. All these years and not a single thing had been said to her about his whereabouts. It left her worried. She had been used to Alastor just randomly disappearing for a week or two (he supposedly had been self isolating,) but for him to go seven years without telling her? Concerning.

She snaps out of her trance-like state as a client walks up to her, asking about some of the essentials in her shop and how to use them. She walks them through the steps and watches as they wander off. After around an hour, she closes down the emporium for the night. All was quiet. She sighs, walking to prepare herself a cup of late night tea. 

Rosie sits down with her tea, quietly reading her book she had with her. A knock came to the door and she tilted her head. Nobody should’ve been here this late at night, especially after she had closed down for the night. “I’ll be there in a moment!” she calls out, setting down her things and going to the door. A disheveled, messy deer stood there. Alastor. 

‘Rosie-’ he starts. She shakes her head, walking a few steps back. ‘You–’ she cut herself off. ‘Seven years. Seven years, Alastor. And you didn’t think to come tell me? You never thought to warn me before you left for that long?” Rosie paces, her nails digging into her palm from the effort of trying not to cry. 

“Rosie, I-I couldn’t, it was sudden, I-’ Alastor tried, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. They burnt his eyes, making him actually start to cry. ‘Rosie! I-I didn’t mean to-to leave you, I-’ He takes a step forward, stumbling on his hooves. “Please…’ 

Rosie looks at him, somewhat angry, but also confused. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? You better have a damn good reason for leaving that long,’ she snaps at him. Through her anger and confusion, she didn’t fully notice how much Alastor was trembling. Alastor takes a step toward her, trying to grab for her hands. She steps back, not ready to accept whatever he had to say. He breaks down crying.

Rosie continues to talk. ‘Seven years! You couldn’t have left a note, or had someone tell me?” 

‘It was a deal, Rosie! I-I–my soul isn’t mine entirely anymore! I couldn’t–it was to save myself, it-’ he couldn’t get a full sentence out through frantic, panicked sobs. His body trembled and he pulled at his hair, pulling some out from how stressed he was. Alastor clings to himself, to try to cling to what sense of himself he had left. It all felt so empty, and did Rosie hate him now too?

Rosie stares at him in disbelief. ‘You sold your soul? Are you insane? You couldn’t have come to visit me first, you had to go to the hotel first?” She paces the room, her heels clicking on the floor. Alastor could be heard making another choked sob noise. ‘I couldn’t–my command–my-my order, her–she wanted–I couldn’t come first, Rosie, I–’ His cries got more frantic. ‘Please-’ 

Rosie continues. ‘You couldn’t have told your soul owner–soul owner!--to let you visit here first? I understand that you needed to go to the hotel, but you could’ve come to explain your situation to me!” she paces off into the kitchen to do something. 

As soon as she goes into the kitchen, Alastor absolutely breaks down sobbing. He clutches at his coat, his clothes, anything. He digs his claws into his palms only to feel pain from it. And somehow, it felt good. To finally have an outlet rather than just sobbing his eyes out when his soul owner abused him. No wonder he felt like shit.

“Rosie–?!’ he cries out. Trying to get her to come back, trying to get her to not leave him like everyone else did. Vox–he didn’t remember all too well. He just remembered Vox had tried to force himself onto Alastor, force himself onto him just to use him as some toy and leave. Alastor had been left broken, bruised, mentally shattered from the sheer absurdity of it all. He missed Vox in some twisted way. It was mainly the manipulation he had been put through of trying to please Vox so he would stay. 

He had done everything he could think of to please Vox. Ridiculous shows, being on television (once), writing the show scripts, laughing with him, being his lee to toy with. But then, Vox had gotten more touchy in ways he hadn’t liked. And when he spoke up, it all happened. 

He sobs harder, all his trauma seemingly coming back to him in waves. 

“Please, please, don’t leave me, you–only one I have left, please–I can't–don’t leave, please-’ Alastor sobs, frantically trying to cling to reality. He didn’t want to slip back into the hell he had already been through, he couldn’t do that again. He didn’t know he was going to go through all that. What Roo had put him through to even get his soul… He was trembling, and felt freezing. He pulled at his deer ears, clinging and digging his claws into them until he felt warm blood drip down his fingers. 

Nothing felt entirely there. He had almost forgotten Rosie was even there. ‘Please, please, don’t leave me, please–please–’ he begs, sobbing as he rocks himself. He could feel the blood still dripping down his fingers as he dug harder into his ears. ‘Please, I can’t lose you too, please, Rosie, please, please-’ Alastor clutched at his ears still. Then moved to pull at his hair again, pulling some out from the sheer panic and stress of thinking he was about to lose his closest friend, his mother figure, his platonic partner. 

‘Please…’ he whispers. 

Rosie was about to say something else, when she noticed the blood on her floor and the trembling, sobbing, broken soul on the ground. She sighs softly, pinching the bridge of her nose. ‘Alastor…’ She grabs his wrists, moving his hands off his ears. ‘Don’t, please. You’re bleeding. I’m sorry for yelling.’ She kneels down to take him into her arms. Alastor hiccups, his tears slowly stopping at the familiar warmth of her holding him. ‘I-I made a deal, th-that’s why I was gone,’ he whispers through trembles and hiccups.

Rosie gently strokes his hair. She reaches over to clean the wounds on his ears gently, taking warm water and a mild soap to clean the cuts. Alastor lets it happen, using his own magic to help assist with the healing. ‘You couldn’t tell me before you left? Shh, I’m not leaving. Don’t cry,’ she reminded gently when his breath hitched at the question. 

“I-I couldn’t say anything. R–’ the name caught in his throat as he tried to say it. Right. He couldn’t mention anything about the details of the deal he had made with Roo. He switches his words. ‘M-My soul isn’t…mine, Rosie.’ Rosie nods slightly, taking in what he had been through. From the looks of his earlier breakdown, he had been through a lot for the deal to be made. ‘Honey, are you able to tell me what happened?’ a shake of the head was her answer.

Rosie makes a soft noise, acknowledging his response. ‘Okay. Is there…is there anything you want me to do to try to help you recover from it? I just want to try to help you, sweetie. Nothing harmful.’ Alastor nods meekly. She gently sets him down on a nearby armchair. ‘Tea?” she asks softly. He nods, knowing she knew how to make it to his preference. 

She grabs the tea and brings it back to him. It had calming properties, which helped him be much more relaxed. Alastor smiles up at her, genuine. She returns the smile. ‘How are you feeling, sweetheart?” 

‘Happy. Relaxed. Good.’ Alastor swings his hooves, staring at them. They needed care, considering he hadn’t been able to care for them himself due to certain events. She chuckles softly. Alastor snuggles up to her, his tail wagging slow. This was the Alastor she knew. Not the one from earlier, not the intimidating radio host persona. Her Alastor. The soft, vulnerable little fawn she had found all those years ago when he dropped down to Hell. 

The one she had gently taught the rules of Hell to, the one she had taught how to grow and become one of Hell’s overlords. And clearly, she had done a good job of it. Alastor was half asleep on her. She felt a pang of guilt at seeing the blood still on the fur of his ears. She would admit she was a bit over reactive, but when someone you loved just vanished like that without a trace and came back with no explanation? It was hard to react ‘properly.’ 

Alastor snuggled up to her more. He clung to her like a lifeline, as if terrified she’d leave at any second. ‘Please don’t leave. Or hurt me,’ he pleads quietly. Her heart nearly broke at that. ‘I’m not going to hurt you, my fawn. You know I wouldn’t ever hurt you.’ Rosie strokes his ears gently to help lull him to sleep. She could feel herself getting tired as well. Alastor nods, slowly falling asleep. Every so often, his body would jerk him back awake. As Rosie kept stroking his ears, he fell asleep. Rosie did as well.

She woke up to him wanting her attention. Something she had always adored. He nuzzles up to her with a deer-like purr. Rosie laughs softly. ‘Always wanting pets, aren’t you?’ she comments, scritching behind his ears. He giggles softly, tilting his head. ‘Still ticklish, hun?’ She scribbles gently up and down his ears. He makes a little fawn squeak noise, nodding as he trembles from giggles and tries to get away. But the other part of him told him to push into it, to finally enjoy something. It was an amazing feeling compared to the abuse Roo had put him through.

Rosie seemed to notice and sighed gently. ‘You know, you can enjoy things again. It’s alright.’ 

She scribbles up and down the sides of his neck, which had purely childish giggles coming from him. It felt so nice to have gentle touches. “Mmm! Mhmhm!’ his tail begins to wag happily. He squirms a little, but not nearly enough to get away. He bleats like a fawn as Rosie’s long nails scritch under the fur to get to the sensitive skin behind his ears. It felt so hellishly ticklish. He arched his back as his ears flicked and tried to flatten from how much it was. He giggles all too happily.

‘Rohose–Rohohosie!’ he squeaks. Alastor’s giggles were light and airy as she scribbled up and down his neck again. Rosie smiles softly, murmuring, “You just needed a way to relax, honeybuck. And this is my way of helping.’ She gives him gentle tickles, up and down his neck, fluttering fingers around his ears, running her claws up and down his arms–a place he didn’t know could bring so much comfort, but it did. 

Alastor grinned up at her, all happy as his hooves kicked lightly. He wanted her to stay around his neck and arms, so that’s what she did. As his soft, happy giggles filled the room, Rosie could only think of one thing.

She was going to help him regain his strength, to help him try to heal from all the trauma that had happened to him during those seven years. She was sure, with enough work and care and effort, it was possible.

[jam3sacaster]

Hey girl!

Rupert x reader where he helps her relax after pulling an nighter for a school project?

As always, thank you!

“I’m a great stress reliever.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

18+ FANFIC / soft rupert 🥹 Short Work. Reader character aged at 21 x

Hunched over a towering pile of textbooks, you temporarily halted from scribing in your notepad to take a large gulp of hot coffee. Glancing at the imposing grandfather clock in the corner, you read the time — 6:48am. You had almost been working for nine consecutive hours, slaving away at one of your last university assignments. Rupert had gloomily sloped off to bed some hours ago now, wanting to leave you to concentrate. You had desperately wanted to follow him, let his musk wash over you and show him a good time. But, you’d written over 300 pages in your time spent at the kitchen table, so your hard work had thankfully paid off.

Twenty minutes later, Rupert, dressed only in a velvety pearl-grey dressing gown and tartan-printed slippers, entered the kitchen, flicking on the kettle. “Darling, have you not been to sleep at all?” He spoke in that concerned tone that melted your heart like a pat of butter. “No, no I haven’t. But I’ve made good time with this assignment and I’m almost finished.” You reply, not looking up from your notepad. Your sentences were scrawled and jumbled, and your hands were tinted the most frightful inky blue.

“Well, I simply won’t let you continue. You’ve got weeks to finish, haven’t you? You can’t exhaust yourself over it.” He muttered, pulling the notepad from underneath you and placing it on top of the dusty kitchen cupboards, confidently out of your reach. “Rupert!” You exclaim, pushing yourself out of your chair and making your best attempt at grabbing the notepad, fingers barely reaching the handle of the cabinet. A righteous grin tugging at the corners of his lips, Rupert wrapped an arm around your shapely waist and pulled you into him. His strapping arm enveloping you promptly slowed your breathing, allowing you to exhale.

“I’m so tired. I’ve had seven coffees, none of them helped. I’m just so stressed.” You murmured quietly, resting your rouged cheek against Rupert’s chest, listening carefully to his steady heartbeat. “I know, angel. But… I’m a great stress reliever.” Your lover smirked, reaching his hand under your mauve dress and pinching your bottom firmly. Allowing his fingers to wander, he giggled frivolously as he took your lack of underwear. Relaxing your thighs under his touch, you were rather surprised when he removed his fingers, and held you at arms length. “Now, I’ll run you a bath, make you some cocoa and you… can stop worrying.” He buzzed, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[kamyru]

To love someone (Levi Ackerman x Reader) Modern AU

Author's note: I did it again. I wrote something no one asked me to and for a fandom most people don't even know I am a part of. So, if you want to, please enjoy this one-shot.

Summary: Petra asks you for a small favor. So now, you have to convince your husband to do something he most definitely will try to avoid. However, your interaction sparks interest in how you are not afraid to ask Levi for things that you know he doesn't like. But he loves you more, and both of you know it.

Words counting: 1942

You were grading tests when you saw Petra leaving her seat and coming towards your desk, but when you raised your head, she was going to the coffee machine. You didn’t have enough time to question her actions and went back to grading. The class was your husband’s and you knew that you had to finish it before he finished his lesson, otherwise, he would stay near you, commenting on every mistake his kids made. However, Petra had other intentions and a coffee put on your desk stopped you in the middle of Sasha’s sentence. You could have ignored your colleague if it was Mikasa’s test, or Armin’s, or Annie’s, because they were easy to understand. However, Sasha… She was a different case. It took you three tries to get what was the thought behind her writings and getting even a little bit distracted made you lose all the comprehension of what was going on. So, Petra had your entire attention now. 

“I wanted to ask you for a favour,” the young woman started, while shifting from one leg to another. You tilted your head, waiting for her to continue. “I have a driving exam this Friday morning and I won’t be in time to give my lesson. So, I’m searching for a substitute teacher,” Petra explained and pushed the coffee she brought towards you. 

Something was strange. You were in a good relationship with all your colleagues, and you even considered Petra as one of your friends. She also knew your timetable, well aware that you also had lessons on Friday morning. So, why was she asking you?

“But I am not free during that period,” you mumbled, trying to understand if she was okay or not. What could have been her problem? Did she overwork herself, or had a burn-out, was she too stressed regarding the driving license she tried to get for the past year, or was it something personal?

“I know. But you are the only one who can help me. Please! Can you talk with Levi and convince him to help me?”

You let out a giggle. Of course, she knew not only your timetable! She also knew your husband’s. 

“Why don’t you ask him? He would definitely agree. After some incomprehensible mumble and complaints, he will!” You said and laughed. 

“The last time I asked him, he made me write all the emails to the parents of his students for three months!” 

You laughed even harder because it sounded like Levi more than even Levi himself. It was the thing he asked the most every time other teachers wanted something from him. There was no one in the entire school not to go through this and if your colleagues weren’t doing it, it was you. It went on for so long that most of the teachers already forgot why it started. And the reason behind all of this was that once he called out a parent so badly for not taking care of their kid that the parent threatened to sue the school for defamation and verbal threats. Only thanks to Erwin’s negotiation skills everything was managed. 

You reassured Petra that you’d talk with your husband and that she probably could go with ease to her driving test. Before starting grading tests again, you smelled the coffee that your colleague gave you and put it away. Levi liked that one more than you, so you’d give it to him while telling him about Petra’s favour. 

And back to Sasha’s test. It wasn’t awful, she definitely did better than in the beginning, but it was so hard to go through it and try to understand everything she meant: missed comas, sentences without a predicate, ideas that changed three times before the period, and every now and then a small stain from whatever she was eating. Sometimes, if the test was very hard, you could even see tear stains. At least this time, you spotted no tears on any paper. 

“How many do you have left?” Levi said, appearing out of nowhere. You probably missed the bell. He took the chair from the desk near you – his desk – and pushed you a little to get some space near you. You rolled your eyes and let him be. “Eren is definitely better at writing numbers than letters. What the hell are these? A secret code of a double spy?” 

You laughed and punched your husband in the shoulder. “Don’t be mean. It’s a teacher’s fate to know how to decode kids’ secret messages. And you know, it was a couple of school teachers who decoded Zodiac’s first letter.”

Levi stopped and looked at you. “And you know, this is definitely not where I would like to use my skills of understanding this brat’s writing.”

You shrugged and continued to read the kids’ essays. It was going way slower than before, because you took more breaks, listening to your husband’s comments. At one point, he reached out his hand to take the coffee on your desk, which made you remember Petra’s request. 

“By the way, can you substitute a lesson on Friday morning?” you asked after putting away the last test. Levi raised a brow and stopped sipping on the coffee.

“Do you have some plans I am not aware of?” he asked and you shook your head.

“It’s not for me, it’s for Petra. She has a driving test,” you explained, while pointing towards your friend. This made Levi roll his eyes. 

“Only if she…” Your husband started.

“No. That’s exactly why she asked me, so you don’t make her message the parents for the next few months.”

Levi rolled his eyes again and started to aggressively sip on the coffee. You knew that you won, but you also knew he would continue to try to convince you otherwise. 

“I accept only if she asks me personally.”

“No. You know why she won’t. Dealing with parents is a pain for everyone, not only you.”

“She has to grow some balls.”

“She doesn’t. You can be a team-player.”

“I have had my driving license for nearly two decades.”

“Good for you.”

“No. It’s… She… I don’t wanna!”

“Levi Ackerman! You will substitute the first lesson on Friday. Period.”

“You missed a mistake in Connie’s essay,” was the last thing that Levi said before he left your desk. He threw the cup of coffee in the trash a few meters away from it. It ricocheted from the wall and went right into the garbage can. Then, he shoved his hands into his pockets and opened the door of the teachers’ lounge with his elbow. You rolled your eyes. A few seconds later, Petra came to your desk, with an apologetic look.

“It’s okay if he won’t. I don’t want you to quarrel just because of me. I can reschedule the exam.”

You tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. Quarrel? When did you quarrel? Oh… That exchange of pleasantries. Maybe it really looked like a fight from outside. 

“It’s okay. I know him well enough to know it is not going to affect us in any way. You know, that’s how love works,” you said and smiled. Only after Petra looked at you in confusion, you understood that she didn’t really get what you said. “When you really love someone, you are not afraid to make mistakes, or piss them off. Of course, you try not to do it, but even if something happens and they end up angry at you, you are secure enough to know it won’t end your relationships. I’m not afraid to talk in contradiction with Levi, or cause him discomfort, even if I better avoid it. But it’s not always possible, so it’s okay. And don’t worry. We weren’t fighting just now.”

Finally, Petra could breathe easily. This whole time she was so uptight, you even forgot how relaxed Petra looked like. She hugged you, saying thanks after thanks. 

“How did you come to this conclusion?” a new voice said from behind you. Damn, every time Hange was silent, you forgot about their existence. Everyone was so used with their energetic self, that if they weren’t talking, you assumed they weren’t even present. “What was the thing that made you understand that Levi will choose you over his comfort?”

Hange was looking at you behind their thick glasses, with their head supported on the hands they elbowed on their knees. Of course, Hange would ask for more details. There was no way they would find out something new about their colleagues and not poke their nose further into it. Nothing in this world was of more interest for Hange than other people, and it meant their personal matters too. But you took advantage of Levi’s absence and decided to roll down the memory lane towards one of your most precious memories from the start of your relationships. 

“You all know how Levi is obsessed with cleanness,” and everyone nodded. Of course, they did. The guy had a disinfectant spray with him to kill the germs on his desk every time he was approaching it. He was going to his class five minutes before the class started not to prepare for the lesson, but to clean the surfaces he intended to touch. “One of the first times I stayed over at his place, he left before me. We were students and he had classes early in the morning that day, when I had that period free. So, I took a shower after he left and started to blow-dry my hair. I felt how the blow-dryer started to get hot and wanted to unplug it, but before I could do it, it kind of exploded in my hand and caught on fire,” Petra gasped in shock, while Hange was nodding, looking directly at you. “I put it out fast, it wasn’t big or dangerous. But enough to scare me. However, I also knew how obsessed Levi was with having everything clean and perfect in his house, and a black spot with a hole in the middle, on the bed sheet wasn’t really going well with it. So, I messaged him, asking him not to be mad and sent a photo of the sheet. And you won’t believe it, but the first thing that he asked was if I was okay! He said he didn’t care about the sheet, or the bed – and he said it in a more vulgar way, as you can imagine – what he cared about was me. That’s when I understood that I can do things that can make him mad, but he will care more about me, than about the anger that it caused. The end!” 

You smiled, Petra smiled, and Hange nodded. At some point, they took out a journal and started to note down what you were talking about. Levi would be pissed if he saw it, you thought. 

“What are you talking about? Isn’t this what it means to love someone?” Levi said, as he closed the door behind him. He went towards the trash and took a wet wipe from the pack he had in his hands – he probably went after it when he left the room, you thought – and started to wipe above the trash, the part which the coffee cup hit when he threw it. You looked at Petra, who raised a brow at what was happening in front of her. Now, she could see that Levi didn’t storm out of the room, he wasn’t mad at you, he didn’t act like an angry teenager. Everything was just a coincidence. 

Mad or not, it really was just love. 

[christinebloodwrittings]

Die in your arms

Chapter 3.

Taglist: @littlebluefishtail @maxlynn17 @vxllys @modifiedmonster @sirens-and-moonflowers @qardasngan

Warnings: Allusions of SA, torture, imprisonment.

Proofing by @littlebluefishtail

Last week of November, 1913. New Orleans, Louisiana.

Ten days later, Rosemary was aiding you in adjusting the wedding dress to conceal your bandages, all while you were nearly numb watching yourself in the mirror.

Howard spared no expense, just so you wouldn't feel like it was a cheap, quick wedding. It was - quick -, yet the handmade lace, the high neck, the long sleeves with the cuffs decorated with little white beads, took your mind off that fact.

The skirt covered all the way down to your ankles, to not only hide the bite marks but also the hand prints still pressed against your nerve endings. It also covered the sensual white-laced lingerie Rosemary got for you for the feared ‘Wedding night’ certainly won’t be happening. But it was a nice gesture, and she looked so happy when she saw it on - and wrapped your bandages under it. 

“Oh I remember my wedding day, I was so nervous” reminisced Rosemary in between giggles as she took a strand of your hair to braid, then she felt the hay texture. “Have you been using the conditioner I gave you?” you hummed a tired yes, of course your hair was horribly tangled, dry and greasy at the same time, and with a burnt meat smell, it was unattended for five years. With no other moisture than semen and blood. 

“Let’s hope one day your hair can be soft again” she was very hopeful. Hair was known as a symbol of femininity, style, status, etc. 1910 was the decade for curly or ringlet hair flowing down and held with accessories like beaded headbands, bows, hats, fancy pins, and other accessories. In the mid 1910s the bob cut gained popularity, but you couldn’t have your neck to the sight, given the bandages.  

“That'll be quite a milestone” you rolled your eyes, trying to keep down a smile. While you patted your cut side, she nuzzled against your opposite side, “Stress talk?”, you got caught,  “Insomnia and coffee deprived talk” one of your best discoveries in the world when you hit the ranks, coffee.  

“Have you been using moisturizer?” the subtle ‘uhm’ and your dry skin gave you up again, she sighed and applied some cream to your face. “Without touching my own skin, no” hands, too many hands and the soap didn't make the feeling go away. You had an episode when Rosemary first started taking care of you, where in the first showers you tried to shave your skin off with your nails. She had to take your hands off your skin and patch you up afterwards. 

“I know it’s hard for you but it needs-” your skin needed treatment, - you knew her speech by heart -  especially around the gray scars on your legs, but there was no way, not again. “Promise you’ll try eventually” you agreed with that promise, “Eventually”. 

“Maybe you can ask your future husband to do it…” the disapproving look cut her sentence like an ax would to a log, fast and heavily. “I think I'd rather do opium” for the stare and the joke you got a playful - soft- touch to your forehead, she learned the bad way not to hit you, even if it is playfully.  

“Alright, cover the dress with a robe and go get your caffeine” you slip on the cotton robe before walking downstairs, barefoot.   

Wedding vows, wedding night, reception and celebration. Do all girls dream of the same thing? White and purple flowers, a long dress that looks like swan feathers, lots of warm and smiley faces.

Did you? At some point, being a wife was all you hoped to be, not like you could be anything else.

Gardening was like a second nature, also bandaging and sewing. But those are survival skills.

Cooking, cleaning, ironing, tending to someone else, how could you do it? Your mom wasn't a good example of nurturing nature. She always had this look, close lidded eyes, a grimace on her lips, as if anything she saw was sickening.

Never once did you see a smile on her face.

There you were, coffee cup in hand, watching the garden where your cousin had placed a white clothed table with a few decorations. Some ‘wedding altar’, and all that just to sign a piece of paper.

“Good afternoon Miss Y/n” Alastor had arrived about ten minutes ago, he was lucky enough to see you walk easily down the stairs and watch you sketch a small smile after making yourself a coffee. The sight made him feel warm.

“Define good” You quipped, “Say, isn't it bad luck to see the bride with the dress on before the wedding?” Alastor scoffed in response, stopping his advance towards you at a proper distance. “I don’t believe in superstitions” he lowered his eyes to the colorful cup, “Rum?” he joked, noticing your fingertips pressed against the ceramic. 

“I wish, It’s just coffee with an unsafe amount of sugar, how do you take yours?” he felt seen, somehow your interest was refreshing, even with such a mundane question. “Black, sometimes I go crazy and add a little cream” you chuckled in response, “How adventurous, want a cup?” he shook his head at your offering, “Thank you darling, but I had one before coming”.

Alastor then followed your gaze to the garden, sighing.

"I wish we had something a little more sophisticated" Alastor rested his shoulder against the rim of the door, rubbing the short curls up his neck. "What for? It's not like we had a lot of family members to entertain" you didn't bother inviting anyone, and Alastor didn't have any relatives left alive.

"I just wanted something more...memorable" you thought he meant nicer, as in a catalog-like wedding, "Look, we are to be legally married in less than two hours, don't make it harder than it already is" at least you were in a pretty dress, one that unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to pass on to your daughter. 

What a sad thought to have on a ‘happy day’. 

"How did you picture it? Your wedding day" he interrupted your thinking. Violet, is all you could think of, a white and purple wedding. Instead of answering truthfully, you shook your head, "Can't remember, how about you?" He took a moment to think about it. Based on his experience with couples and marriage, his own family, he never desired to form a family of his own, as not to become the very thing he hated. 

"I never thought I'd marry anyone" he was candid, and didn’t mean it as anything else than that, it unnerved you either way. "At least you have that choice" your words cut into a reality he knew well.

There was a second of silence. And then what seemed another thousand. 

"Did you read the file?" you added from your own thoughts. "I haven't".

"Why not? There’s still time, you could easily slip away and no one would blame you" What was he waiting for? Howard had handed him the bundle of documents and recommended he read it before planning any ceremony. Then he would’ve known what you were capable of and, hopefully, would’ve chickened out.

"I won't, we have a deal, besides, I choose to believe whatever you deem pertinent to disclose" He saw how your eyes opened and locked with his as he spoke, he thought about how wonderful the color was, it matched the color of your hair in a wonderful way, as if you had been painted from a dream.

"Even if it's an absurd lie?" Alastor offered his hand to you before answering. "Whatever you think pertinent to tell me, my dear" he saw through your doubts, he saw your fear and the need to keep yourself alive, he wanted to dispel some of that fear.

"I won't lie if you don't" you hesitated, as your hand was covered with a thin material, he might be able to feel the relief of the scars. He smiled softly, his hand not moving from the space between you. "I don't see the point in lying to my wife" you finally took his hand, even through the satin you could tell it was rough and calloused.

"Good" like you predicted, Alastor felt the irregularities in the palm of your hand, not quite like the normal lines, these were deeper. You saw the small change in his brow, which made you let go of his hand.  

“This is so depressing,” you sighed, the sky was gray and looked like it was going to rain. “I agree, we should have something to… add some sparkle,” Alastor snapped his fingers theatrically, “Like music or arson?” Alastor couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, “We could start by burning your cousin’s country music collection,” you laughed too, not being able to stand another day of those cloying tunes.

“I’m curious, with this happening so fast, what do you have in your mind?” His eyes scanned you from top to bottom, searching for some reaction, something that would give him an opening of your mind. All he saw was a subtle but involuntary movement of your arm.

And oh, the self-control it took for you not to hit him was immeasurable, hence the arm movement. “Wow, I didn’t know I was going to marry Dr. William James*” Alastor rolled his eyes, shifting sides in the narrow hallway so he was leaning next to you.

“If it were a crime to try to get to know my wife, please have one of the officers outside take me away” he felt intimidated by the police car outside, they were supposed to escort you to his house after the ‘ceremony’, just to make sure you didn’t go on a killing spree, but of course that wasn’t his first thought. “I see your annoyance and sarcasm, I’m sorry, this whole thing has me tense” you pointed to the sad altar. 

“You don’t say” he earned a hard look from you, “Can it”.

“How can you be so…” you made hand signals at him but you failed to come up with the exact word, so you gave up with a sigh. The words you were searching for were somewhere between  calm and collected, mixed with ridiculous and imbecilic.

“Because you look beautiful” he took your hand and left a soft kiss on your knuckles. Your arm trembled in his hands, something that was impossible to hide, he brushed it under the rug - in a way - “And it’s fun to know that I’m not the only one who’s nervous” he added, thinking it was just pre-wedding jitters.

It was your turn to make him uncomfortable, as soon as he let go of your arm you brushed his Clarke Gable mustache. “Very avant-garde, by the way” you cupped his cheek in the process, but you saw no reaction, nothing at all, just a higher smile and a glint in his eye. 

In his point of view, it burned. There was no easy way to explain it. The satin was soft but the warmth of your skin against his cold existence touched ten years of loneliness, banal entertainment, and a painfully monotonous life, giving him a violent jolt accompanied by a scorching heat.

“Oh, you don’t like it?” He successfully made it seem as if he was okay, despite the fact his whole skin was threatening to rip apart. “It’s okay, but please don’t grow a goatee” He was slapped by the comfortable cold again when your hand softly left his cheek, “Deal” he smiled, the corners of his lips trembling. 

You noticed that. He knew you did.  

Eventually Rosemary came down to get you to finish getting ready, saving you from an awkward silence. Later the reverend and the notary arrived looking gloomy and unfriendly. The ceremony began with Rosemary as your witness and Howard as Alastor's witness, for lack of anyone better - or appropriate-.

“I understand that the groom wrote his vows” you shot your eyes to him, he only smiled while taking a folded paper out of his suit, “I did”. Howard looked over to you, as if wordlessly asking if you had done the same, which you shook your head and made the fakest laugh of the century, “You didn’t had to” as if saying ‘the fuck you’re doing? this is far too much for a fake relationship’. he caught the underlying message, but he was far too entertained messing with your nerve, “That’s why, my dear, it's called a surprise”.

He started reading off the paper. 

“Y/n Desmond, I would’ve started with the phrase 'if someone had told me a month ago that I would be getting married today, I wouldn't have believed them' but there is no phrase more trite than that.” that cracked a smile in the reverend. 

“I want to tell you that I hope this relationship doesn't end with 'until death do us part', so I would like to change it to 'in this life and the next' if you allow me. I promise to cherish you, adore you, respect you, and be yours, body and soul, in this life and the next” everyone else swooned with his speech, alas you couldn’t give two fucks, but had to pair with his charade.

Then the reverend proceeded to cue in the regular vows before the pronunciation.

“I, Alastor Heartfield, take you Y/n Desmond, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you in this life and the next.” he slid the golden band on your left ring finger. 

“I, Y/n Desmond, take you Alastor Heartfield, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; and I promise to be faithful to you… in this life and the next.” then you slid his golden band in his ring finger. 

“With the power vested in me, I pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride” it was mandatory, the seal of the whole ceremony, you both were socially obligated to do so. 

He traced the scar from the side smile with his thumb as he cupped your cheek. The heat again burned his and your skin with the contact. By the time your lips connected with his, it was like any of the horrible men who forced themselves on you, just not as messy or slobbery. Just pressure, soft and he kept his distance to allow you the choice to get close or not.  

Then it was over, there was clapping, the legal signing, a couple photos just for the hell of it, and then the officer with the shackles in hand - and a not so friendly mug -. “Now we will escort the happy couple to their home” Alastor handed him a piece of paper with the new address.

“So this means kissing the honeymoon goodbye?” he jested, to which you pinched his arm with a smile, “How romantic, follow us close” he nodded as he watched the officer pull on your shackles, “Will do, darling”.

It took thirty minutes by car to reach a suburban area near Coronel Lafayette avenue. Howard did raise Alastor’s salary so he could indulge your request for a second bedroom, but for that he had to (force himself) move out of his mother’s house. He couldn’t even begin to describe how much it hurt leaving so many good experiences and memories, but oddly enough, was relieved to be out of the bad ones. 

It was a two story house, cream colored with white trim on the windows. Black metal fence around the front yard and wood towards the back garden. "Wow, you seem to be very lucky" you noticed the displeasure in the officer's voice, but you didn't give it any importance.

Once inside, after Alastor opened the door for you, you saw that it was already furnished.

"You didn't waste your time this past week" Alastor stepped back as you walked around the living room with one of the three suitcases you had. He was the one carrying the other two.

Once inside, the officer took off your restraints with reluctance, making an unnecessary strong tug at them while at it. He definitely missed the death glare you shot him when he turned. 

Alastor saw it, so he suggested you go into the kitchen and open the door at the end of it. There was a small room for the laundry and then another door, the one that led to the garden. “A deal is a deal” he walked behind you, reaching for a basket on top of a shelf. 

It was unexpected, the heat that rose from his stomach to his face after seeing a small sparkle in your eyes as you looked at the green canvas. It was strange but pleasant.

"I'm going to have to brush up my cooking skills," you received the basket, looking through the various seeds, thinking it would be best to start treating the soil in the spring. There was also an envelope with money. Your cut, as per the deal.

Your eyes went back to the void, as Alastor dreadingly called it. The moment another set of steps were heard, your lids hooded your eyes and the spark he previously saw died. 

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Heartfield, here is the judge's order stating that on this date, November 28, 1914, your arrest will be concluded” the officer handed Alastor the sheet of paper. 

With that, the clock had restarted, and on the day of your first anniversary you would leave him. 

While Alastor was stuck in a conversation with the officer, you climbed up the wooden stairs to the second floor. The first bedroom on the right was Alastor's, his things already seemed to be unpacked, save for a couple of boxes. How could he get an entire house ready in a week?

There was a bathroom in front of his room and then a third door to the right of the hallway.

You twisted the doorknob, the room was equally furnished, with a private bathroom inside the room. The master bedroom, you realized upon sight that he had left the largest room to you. 

"The vanity arrives on Monday" He had ordered his mother's mahogany dressing table to be moved to the new house, thinking it would be better to put it to some use rather than let it rot in the damp and dust.

When did Alastor come up? You had no idea, but it certainly startled you. How come he didn’t make a sound? "You shouldn't have, I don't need that much space" The windows were large and clean, the evening light reflecting off the cream-colored walls, unlike the cell or the soldier’s quarters. 

"You asked for privacy, I think it's appropriate" he walked up to the bed and he left the suitcases at the foot. “I will get paid on the first day of the month, we can make the grocery list tomorrow,  please add anything you may need as well” he smiled your way, 

“Sounds good, thank you” you forced a softer tone out, capturing his attention, “For what?” he followed your hand pointing to everything around both, “All of this”. 

Alastor felt strangely pleased with himself, he had managed to make a complete change of address in less than ten days, and best of all, there was not a single complaint from you.

Looking at you in that white dress, long hair arranged with white clips, satin gloves falling down your elbows revealing the bandages, gave him a strange feeling. He couldn't take his eyes off you caressing the soft duvet, assimilating the softness of the cotton. “You’re most certainly welcome” he spoke as he walked out. 

As soon as he made his way back to his room you jumped, diving onto the bed. Compared to the mattress at Howard’s guest room, the one Alastor had set up in your room was a cloud. The blue duvet was soft and fluffy, as were the pillows. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of satisfaction, one that Alastor had the pleasure of hearing.

“Y/n dear, can you come down for a second?” he called for you after an hour. The living room was dimly lit with candles and there was the soft sound of jazz in the background, one of Alastor’s favorites. 

“What is this?” He extended you a flute glass of champagne, which you received suspiciously. “The tradition is to seal the marriage with the wedding night, but we have no need for that, right?” with his now free hand he motioned you to sit beside him in the one of sofa chairs in front of the lit fireplace. There were two chairs, angled so they were facing each other, and a table of charcuterie in the center. “So, how about a drink and a dance?” he continued, sitting in the one on the right. 

“You should’ve told me, can I go change?” you left the glass on the table, taking a few steps back. Alastor’s first instinct was to get up but he refrained. “But you look beautiful” he pouted, then changed his demeanor when you shot him a ‘be serious’ glare, “I mean it” he truthfully raised his free hand in defeat.

“So” he swirled the champagne, looking ever so amused at the bubbles.“So?” As soon as you took a piece of cheese from the table he started laughing. “I’m sorry, I mean we don’t know each other yet we got married, it’s funny isn’t it?” he continued chuckling. 

“Hilarious” you acknowledged, rather nonchalantly so. 

“I noticed you don’t have much luggage.” How awful, how long had it been since he felt so nervous to talk? On the other hand, you put aside the bitter liquor, to continue eating cheese. “Howard paid someone to take my measurements and then he went out to buy essentials.” He laughed again, visualizing his boss buying underwear, “I can’t imagine Howard looking at women’s clothes.”

You hummed, catching sight of his disappointed glance.

“I saw how the officer looked at you” Alastor felt self conscious, he didn’t know you saw that. “If you ask me, the whole skin color issue is ridiculous, we all bleed the same” at your words he raised up his head at you. “You don’t mind it?” Seeing him so surprised offended you, did he really think that was the problem? 

“Why would I? It’s bullshit to hate someone over race” he knew he wouldn’t get bored of your bluntness, your sincerity reached your eyes. “I thought that was the reason you looked at me like a pest” never, you thought. You’ve seen more kindness in the eyes of dark-skinned people than white ones. 

“Poor thing, you must be starving” you remembered his hand being dark like the night, and larger than your face, he was gentle nonetheless, cradling your cheek to look up. His skin smelled like coal and burnt wood. “Here, it’s not much, but it will calm down the pain” he pushed your lips apart with his thumb to slip the porridge into your mouth, it wasn’t hard, you were far too beaten up to stop him. 

“I’m sorry I cannot do more for you” he whispered, leaving a kiss to the crown of your head, before leaving. 

You shook your head, pushing the memory away. “The reason doesn’t matter, you’re not a pest” you reassured him, and that was enough. “Must be awful, living while always being seen as a threat” It wasn’t his fault…not completely.

“Success makes it disappear, a little” respect is earned by merit, but it didn’t matter, not until he completed his plan. 

“Do you have more opinions on the matter?” He wanted you to open your mind to him, allow him to study you, understand you. 

“I just think it’s stupid, but I haven’t been very involved in society to get a proper opinion” for how long? he asked himself.

“So the color doesn’t matter, but perhaps it is because I’m…” a man, you thought. He completed his question, “A stranger?”.  

“Perhaps” you repeated. “Well” he stood up from his seat, kneeled in front of you “Let’s get to know each other better” he smiled. 

There was something familiar in the air, something sinister. It was strangely comforting and menacing at the same time. That was a thought that plagued both your minds.

—

*-William James (January 11, 1842 – August 26, 1910) was an American philosopher and psychologist, and the first educator to offer a psychology course in the United States.-

[theperksofbeingacocksucker]

If you want to address illegal immigration, you need to start by addressing immigration as a whole. At the end of the day, the core issue is population growth and job competitiveness. Deporting illegal immigrants won’t solve that because, if they come back legally, we’ll end up with the same problem you thought you’d solved. If it were about crime, legal status wouldn’t magically change their likelihood of committing other crimes. The real issue lies in global capitalism, the demands of rapid industrialization, and the pressure to conform to U.S. economic systems. Unless you address these root causes, large waves of immigration will continue. Why would people stay in countries where resources are limited when the U.S. offers what they need—refined through years of imperial dominance?

This doesn’t even touch on the humanitarian concerns with mass deportation. For many from the Global South, deportation is essentially a death sentence. People are forced back into situations they fled—starvation, persecution, violence, and more—or disproportionately impacted by climate disasters that are becoming increasingly inevitable. We’ve already passed the threshold for reversing climate change, but the right refuses to acknowledge its existence, let alone propose meaningful solutions.

If you want to tackle immigration, you need to confront the consequences of capitalism and U.S. imperialism. But having that conversation risks uprooting the status quo—and that’s a threat the political establishment isn’t willing to take. This isn’t unique to immigration; it’s a pattern across every major issue Trump promised to sacrifice for the economy. When I say I hate Trump, it’s because of the ways he supports this system. When I criticize Kamala Harris, it’s because of the ways she supports this system. The system is the problem—not just the candidate. Candidates operate within the constraints of their power over the system. If we’re going to vote, their honesty about those constraints, their ability to engage with the issues, and their willingness to push back on systemic failures are the indicators we should use to gauge our my support of them.

Deporting illegal immigrants is like putting a bandage on an open wound. It might seem like an intuitive fix, but it cannot address the root cause—like the guy holding the knife and preparing to strike again. Similarly, placing tariffs on imported goods won’t stop capitalists from offshoring labor to save money. They know two things: (1) tariffs are temporary, and (2) they can pass the costs onto consumers while simultaneously raising prices. No one will question their greed if they can blame rising costs on the tariffs.

The problem is the profit motive. The problem is the relentless demand for innovation and endless growth. The problem is the immense stress these place on society.

Let’s stop kidding ourselves and accept that we’re pawns in a rigged game. Politicians hide their intentions behind carefully crafted framing, but they all play the same game in service to the system. Everything they do supports this system, and they will sacrifice us without hesitation to keep it intact.

[osokasstuff]

have you considered the idea that people who use "i'm autistic and don't understand" as an excuse for bigoted/offensive behavior and successfully escape responsibility for their behavior actually escape it not because of being autistic but because of being incredibly privileged? /non-aggressive

i'm kinda done with all this "your disability is not an excuse to be a bigot!" discourse. like. it's true. nothing is an excuse to be a bigot, and using a disability as a cover (if said person does it on purpose) is a shitty move. but. like. do you know that extremely privileged assholes are able to avoid accountability because of their extremely privileged position and not presumed disability? "they're autistic" is just a superficial excuse. if they weren't autistic, it would be "they were raised like that"/"they just don't know better"/"it's just a joke"/"we have a freedom of speech, after all"/"maybe you're exaggerating"/whatever popular excuse.

no one holds autistics (or other disabled people) to lower standards. moreso, even in cases of non-malicious mistakes that can easily be a result of the disability (or definitely are the result of the disability), people are ready to interpret it as a malicious act.

example: i often misspeak things. "often" means like one third of sentences contain misspoken parts. sometimes it's obvious, like wrong grammar or obviously wrong words. sometimes it's wrong words that aren't obvious (sentence sounds ok, but i meant to say something different). sometimes it's poor worded idea. sometimes it's poor worded to a degree when meaning changes drastically. anyways, it's very noticeable, especially for people who communicate with me daily for years.

and still sometimes we have accidents when i say something that sounds malicious/rude, it's worded poorly (in grammar sense), and people assume i meant what i said. people ask for clarification extremely rarely, and usually, when what i said was incomprehensible (in grammar/word meanings sense). in most cases, people assume malicious intentions and get offended. they know for sure that i'm autistic and have problems with words. they see the evidence of it every fucking day dozens of times. but they still almost never consider my words being misspoken before getting offended.

my known for sure communication disability never gives me a free pass. it drags me in shitty situations and leaves to explain myself under the stress and pressure. by my poor words. yes.

(and literal misspeaking is only one part of it. there are the whole bunch of problems under the "social deficits" umbrella that can cause me saying something that wasn't intended as malicious but sounded not nice).

i'm not going to discuss nuances like "social deficits, cognitive symptoms, and other autistic stuff can make it difficult to understand why something is problematic and harm someone, and it's unfair to brush it off as "a lame excuse" and something that never can happen ever (tm)" and "why society are so happy to use any opportunity to hold vulnerable groups to the higher standards instead of raising standards for extremely privileged people," at least not today. let's just consider that extremely privileged bigots avoid taking accountability constantly, and their usage of autism / other disability as an excuse is just a shitty move and neither an actual responsibility of autistic/disabled community, nor a social trend.

(they have it easy because they're extremely privileged, not because someone are ready to get easy on autistic / otherwise disabled people).

[puppet-purgatory]

was looking at the watcher store again and noticed this puppet university has a latin motto on it, "disce aut pereant". this means, of course, Learn Or Perish. my university latin classes Did prepare me for this day :)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

reopening the ask box is like... just finishing vacuuming shed cat hair, and then immediately going and petting said cat vigorously & watching with delight as So Much Fur sheds right back onto the floor

[cr0ws-cha0t1c-c0llect10n]

i feel like i need to do like one of those disclaimers that this intense crying session is NOT regarding politics, it is the wretched Pains yet again

[unholyglitch404]

I feel like, at this point, I already need to take a break from US politics. Like, I'm just sitting here, getting more and more stressed the more I hear of it, and for what? I can't do shit. I can't fucking vote. I can't add any input, because what politician actually cares about trans minors, beyond using us as fucking ammunition for their power-hungry bullshit? I can't even fucking leave! I'm just stuck in a so-called "democracy" that's actively falling apart at the seams!