#and this just also proves my point so much

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Everything will be fine – Akaashi x reader wc 629 – f!reader, brother!Bokuto

Your older brother Bokuto was not disappointed – nor particularly surprised – when you and Akaashi ended up dating in your last year at high school. He was away for university by then and missed the two of you terribly, but at least your togetherness meant he could meet you both at the same time whenever he visited home! That’s double the time spent with both of you!

And when you and Akaashi graduated, you both got into universities in Tokyo, meaning Bokuto’s happiness only increased. Nothing could ever separate you now-

“Me and Keiji both got job offers here in Tokyo!”

For a second, he grinned widely at the great news, his hair pointed sharply to the sky. Then, slowly, he realised he had just accepted an invitation to play for the Black Jackals, who were stationed in Osaka. His hair melted into sadness, along with his whole demeanour.

You felt Akaashi tense beside you, his hand squeezing yours a little tighter while you pursed your lips, having handled this for much longer than your boyfriend.

“But I’ll be working in Osaka,” Bokuto reminded you, his sadness dripping from every syllable.

“It’s not even three hours with the Shinkansen, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi informed him. Naturally, he had made some calculations before giving this news.

Bokuto nodded and gave you a sorrowful smile. The rest of his expression was hardly working with him to convince you that he was okay, but he tried his best. “I just thought you two would both be freelancers and go wherever I go.”

You couldn’t help the small snort of laughter that slipped past your nose, making you lift a hand to try and conceal it. Akaashi smiled and stepped forward when he saw that Bokuto was about to tell you off. “Bokuto-san. I promise to take care of your sister.”

“I know that, Akaashi. But who’s going to take care of me? Who’s going to hold up the posters with my name at every game?”

Akaashi hesitated, looking a bit like a question mark when he answered. “Your other fans?”

Bokuto huffed and pouted. “They don’t count.”

“If I filmed that and posted it, you’d get cancelled so fast,” you mumbled from the side, already fed up with your brother’s nonsense (affectionately).

“You’re not taking my emotions seriously!” Bokuto accused you, which sounded exactly like it did when you were kids.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Because everything will be fine!”

“It will?” Bokuto’s movements stuttered as he blinked at you owlishly, a nostalgic sense of positivity washing over him.

“Of course it will!” you repeated, voice a little lighter. A little more relaxed, like the words were filling the air and hugging all three of you. “We always work things out.”

Akaashi felt his shoulders lower as he admired you. You were everything he needed to fight his anxiety, and you proved time and time again that you were it for him.

It also seemed to have the same effect on Bokuto, who knew from all the years of sitting on the back of your bike while you gave your all trying to get him home after he scraped his knee, that you would do everything in your power to ensure it would, in fact, be okay.

“I already got us all rail passes for the whole year,” you said happily, shrugging. “Can you start being happy about our awesome jobs now?”

Bokuto used his strong arms to pull you and your boyfriend into a crushing hug, making you both groan despite the warmth in your hearts. “Oh my gosh, congratulations! What are your jobs?”

You nodded your head to gesture for Akaashi to start. “I’ll be an editor for Tenma Udai...”

“The mangaka?! Why didn’t you say that?!”

“…My bad, Bokuto-san.”

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General NSFW Headcanons for One Piece Men

These are just some general sex/intimacy based Headcanons for some of my favorite OP men. I left out Law and Kid until I see more of them post time skip.

Keep in mind these are just my personal opinions! These are all assuming a Fem Reader. Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

Luffy: 

I’ve noticed while rewatching/ catching up that this guy is a hugger. He’s not shy at all about giving out affection to people he cares about, and I think that would carry over to more intimate moments. He’d definitely be the type to snuggle up to you during sex, wanting to be as physically close as possible. He might even wrap his arms around you multiple times, not in a restraining way but in a “I just want to completely wrap myself around you” way. 

Some people seem to think Luffy would be completely clueless about sex, but I disagree. I think it’s very likely that Ace explained a few things to him. They were at perfect ages (17 and 14) before Ace set out for a big brother to tell his younger brother about stuff like that. Even if Ace had no actual experience himself, he had to have heard a lot of talk from the bandits. So I think Luffy is aware of the basics at least, and his instincts would cover for whatever knowledge he lacks. He’s surprisingly perceptive at times.

Zoro:

Zoro is the one who would be clueless. Not about the mechanics of sex, but about what you want. This man would miss every signal you send his way, so you’d have to literally state outright that you want to have sex with him. During the act, you’d have to be very clear about what you want him to do, at least the first few times. You’re better off just taking his hands or head and putting them where you want because this guy can’t follow directions to save his life. 

Once the two of you have had sex a few times and he’s learned what you like, he would be a great lover. Zoro puts his all into everything he does, and that includes pleasing his darling. One of his best points is his stamina. He could go for multiple rounds without breaking a sweat, so prepare for long nights.

Sanji:

He’s all about his darling’s pleasure. He’d get much more satisfaction from watching you cum than from cumming himself. He would have a massive praise kink, both giving and receiving. He’d also be clingy and want to be intimate in some way with you nearly all the time (though he’d be happy with just cuddling, giving massages, etc. if you’re too tired for sex sometimes). He’d definitely prioritize your needs and wants over his own, mostly because making you happy is what he needs and wants. 

I think he’s definitely a virgin, and he’s the type who will fall madly in love with the first woman who sleeps with him. Once he’s in love and in a committed relationship, he’s not going to be chasing other women. He’ll still notice a beautiful lady, but he won’t comment on them or visibly react, because he doesn’t want to upset his darling or make her feel insecure.

Usopp: 

This guy right here? He’s the one to keep your eye on. Because once he actually gets some experience, he’ll be one of the best lovers in the series. The first time he’s gonna be nervous and awkward, probably boasting that he’s had a thousand lovers whom he satisfied completely (while nearly fainting from nerves). But once he gets over those initial nerves, he’s gonna lock in on learning all the best techniques. When Usopp gets serious about something, he studies and practices until he’s great at it. 

I also have a headcanon that he’s got a huge dick (I mean, look at that nose) and just doesn’t know how to use it yet. Emphasis on yet. Give him some time and he’ll rock your world.

Franky:

The best thing about Franky as a lover is that he’s completely nonjudgmental. Have a wild kink you wanna try? He’s shrugging and saying sure, let’s go for it. Insecure about a part of your body? He’s showing you some crazy modification he’s made to his own just to prove all bodies are unique and wonderful. You’re never gonna feel shamed over anything with Franky, and that’s so freeing. The next best thing is that this guy will come equipped with all sorts of toys and gadgets to spice up the sex. If he doesn’t have what you want, he can just construct it on the fly. 

It’s hard for me to decide whether I think he’s had a lot of experience or not. I’m guessing he’s had some given his age, background, and being a self professed pervert. He seems like he would be a sex positive person, or maybe just see it as no big deal. Just another way to express affection. I think he’s pretty chill about sex, basically.

Brook:

Okay, so Brook is pretty limited by the fact that he’s a skeleton and has no dick or tongue to work with. But he does have those long pianist’s fingers, and he’d certainly be happy to use them to please his darling. As we all know, he also has a panty fetish, so the easiest way to get him riled up would be to model the cute new sets you bought. He’s still a gentleman though, so he treats his darling with care and respect, always asking for permission before touching you and making you feel valued. 

He probably had a decent amount of experience when he was alive, but he’s very new to being intimate as a skeleton. There would be some trial and error and he might get a little depressed about his limitations, but I think he’d get over it fairly quickly and just be happy to have someone special in his, uh, life.

Ace: 

In my opinion, Ace would be very warm and loving in bed. Very passionate. Like his brother, he’d be very affectionate with his darling. This is a man who places a ton of value on bonds, on loving and being loved. He’s definitely going to show how much he loves you, in the most intimate way possible. Think lots of eye contact, physical closeness, slow and very deep fucking. I don’t think he’d be the super romantic type to leave a trail of rose petals to the bed or whatever, but once the two of you are in bed he’s giving you his undivided attention and just enjoying the feeling of being inside you. Also kinda think he’d have a bit of a breeding kink. 

I think it’s highly likely he’s had some experience. He’s a handsome, likable guy who traveled around a lot by himself. Judging by how he blushed around Makino, it’s a safe bet he likes ladies. Specifically, pretty ladies who show him kindness. I don’t think he’d be shy or awkward but I can’t really see him acting like some arrogant sex god either.

Shanks:

Get ready for some sloppy drunken sex. I’m talking making out as you both make your way to the bed, tripping on stuff along the way and giggling like teenagers. You might not remember everything that happened, but you know it was fun! I somehow can’t picture Shanks settling down in a committed relationship but he would agree to being exclusive with you. So you guys wouldn’t be a couple but anytime he’s drunk and horny you’re the one he goes to. And if you’re in his crew, you’re probably half drunk yourself. But you guys have an agreement, so consent was already given. Shanks would give you a great time and be charming and funny, but he’s gone by the time you wake up. 

He’s definitely had an active sex life. He’s too charming not to. Too well traveled and handsome. And while some of his past lovers miss him, none of them regret their time with him and look back on it fondly.

Buggy:

Similar to Usopp, Buggy would be full of false bravado at first. But when it comes time to do the deed, he’s strangely shy. Buggy isn’t used to being loved and cherished. He hasn’t had that since he was a kid, so he’s going to need a lot of reassuring. You’d have to stroke his ego a bit to get him in the right headspace to have sex. But once you do, he’ll be a surprisingly sweet and giving lover. He’ll want to be a dom, but will usually end up being a bit subby to you. He’d probably become very emotionally attached to you if you give him a blowjob. Giving him any sort of kindness or genuine love will make him fall head over heels.

I’m torn between thinking Buggy is still a virgin and thinking he had some experience in his younger, wilder days. He doesn’t strike me as the type to have a lot of one night stands, but he could have had a relationship at some point that we just don’t know about.

Crocodile:

A lot of people want to see him as a brat tamer, and I see the appeal, but in my opinion he’d prefer a mature relationship. I think he’d want someone classy that would match his vibe. So he’s going to keep his darling dressed up in the finest clothes and jewelry. I have a headcanon that he’s a sucker for fancy lingerie. He loves buying it for you, seeing you wear it, and especially taking it off you, slowly, piece by piece. I also think he’d be into some light bondage. Nothing too elaborate, just tying your wrists together with his belt occasionally. 

For Crocodile, the most intimate act would be showering together. Because of his weakness to water, he’s incredibly vulnerable while showering, so he’s only going to invite you to join him if he trusts you completely. Doesn’t get more intimate than that.

Rob Lucci:

He’s going to be a very stoic lover, not very verbal at all in the heat of the moment, but his body will tell you all you need to know. He would be very primal, hands on your throat, taking you from behind, growling in your ear. But at the same time, he’s making sure you’re totally satisfied. Don’t expect an actual relationship with this man. He’ll rearrange your guts and then disappear before you can roll over. But he keeps coming back to you. He might even develop a soft spot for you, so long as you respect his privacy and don’t ask for a commitment. 

The bird stays in the room, but give it some crackers as a distraction and it won’t stare the whole time. 

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⊹ THE FIRST TASTE

LET IT BEGIN, HEAVEN CANNOT WAIT FOREVER . . . ft. Osamu Dazai

wc: ~3.6k

cw: NSFW CONTENT—MDNI (I BLOCK AGELESS+BLANK BLOGS), ada+masc!reader, reader has a tongue piercing, pet names (pretty boy and cutie for u), romantic and sexual tension, established flirtationship->new relationship?, a lil alcohol, making out, oral fixation/finger sucking, oral sex (Dazai receiving), cum eating (Dazai lol), patheticzai makes a spectacle of your shyness even though he can't just ask for what he wants good thing u have telepathy with him /j

reid: trade w my sweet friend @rossithepixie / @selfindulgentpixies who masterminded some beautiful osareid art for me <3 (if u havent seen it yet dw i will be reblogging it a million more times but also check out rossi's work neow cause he's super talented). thank you for trusting me with this rossi—it was such a blast to do a little lovesick dazai desperately chasing ur cute lil self into a corner (i listened to fiona apple's song with the same title a lot while i wrote this—is it obvious? lol). i hope u enjoy so much <3

It’s a cute little habit of yours. Unconscious, he knows, but that makes it no less cute. No less dangerous. 

Everyone notices you do it—Atsushi pointed out the jewelry poking from your mouth with awe when he first caught you fidgeting with it (“People can have piercings there? That’s so cool”)—but Osamu highly doubts anyone finds it nearly as charming, as endearing as he himself does. After all, he’s the one consistently wheeling over next to you on his chair to fold his arms under his chin on your desk and admire you unashamedly while you tie a loose end around a sentence in whatever report you’re writing before even thinking about turning your attention to him. 

So diligent. 

That’s another cute thing about you. You've been a star worker, really, since you started. In the months since you got hired, your reports have been nothing but thorough and on time; even your first steps into fieldwork as a detective have been spotless, practiced, as if you already know this work like the back of your hand. You’re personable yet serious, easygoing and dedicated all at the same time, continually proving your worth as a voice of reason and contribution around the meeting table as well as a supportive, kind, all-around more than pleasant coworker on and off of crime scenes. Not to mention, your ability’s nothing to scoff at.

You’re a true asset to the Armed Detective Agency. 

Which is why Kunikida’s glaring Osamu down again, threatening him silently with an HR department that unfortunately doesn’t exist—because, yes, you are for all intents and purposes perfect for this workplace and the blond man will simply not have you driven off by his partner’s insufferable tendencies. 

Even Kunikida’s wrath, however, is scarcely known to deter Osamu Dazai, and that is why, when he notices you doing it again—toying with the metal bar through your tongue in an absentminded display of your oh-so-coveted concentration on and application to your task, he scoots himself right over, rowing on his heels, brushing admonishing stares like he might dust off his shoulder and settling next to you, chin in his palm, feet knocking into yours beneath your desk. 

As expected, you don’t turn to him immediately. All the better. Gives him a few seconds more to admire you, your parted lips, the glint of the metal and your pretty teeth against the natural light streaming into the office on this lovely day, made all the lovelier by the vision of your adorable expression.

But when you do, it’s melt-worthy. 

“Hi, Osamu,” you mumble, turning your eyes to him and tucking your tongue back in to offer him that sweet but aware, workplace-appropriate smile that makes him grin even further. You’d have to be naive not to know he wants to strip you of that professionalism, but you make sure to give him time of day in only the most graceful way when you’re both at the office; for as charming as he is, and for as much as you must shyly admit you find him endearing just the same, you don’t turn a blind eye to his cunning nature. 

And like so many things, it’s a bit of a game that he enjoys—seeing what he can do to crack that competence of yours. 

But today he’s restless, so he punches low from the jump. 

“Hi, pretty boy,” he purrs, gaze searing into you. Signature. 

And just like he hopes, your brow raises and you look away, pursing your lips to mask your reaction to his antics. He usually toys with you a little longer before he brandishes the pet name he knows all too well gets your cheeks glowing pink in an instant—and that’s exactly what they do. Your coyness can’t hide that. 

“Eager today, are we?” you fill the silence with the lighthearted accusation, busying yourself on your keyboard so as to fight off the squirming you’re sensing will be futile to escape this afternoon.

“Yup.” When he pops the p, he nudges your ankle with his own. 

But in your busying, the tip of your tongue flicks out again, and Osamu’s seemingly-aimless display of fluster-inducing attention surges toward its goal, which he’s been contemplating for a few days now, actually: getting you out of this stuffy office (or the all-too public nearby bar you’ve started frequenting with him after hours, strictly as friends it seems—if friends tangle their fingers together after a few cocktails and then don’t make mention of it the next day, anyway) and into his dorm, which he actually tidied up because he calculated with most near-certainty there couldn’t possibly exist a world in which you’d turn down such an invitation. So he hopes, anyway. For as player as he acts, the way you make him feel sows seeds of doubt in him and his usual methods of seduction. You know full well how sincerely captivated he is by you… right? You must. You have to. 

“You know,” he continues, “I was wondering…” 

Mincing his words is never part of his plans. Unless, of course, it’ll draw a desired outcome closer than being direct will. But now, Osamu finds himself almost hesitating, with no prior inclination to do so; he’s wondering, not thinking, like he seems to do so much when you’re near him, and he doesn't know if you fully realize it, but you might have more control over… whatever this is between you than he does.

You tilt your head, still turned to your screen, as if it begins to occur to you. 

“...Drinks at my place?” he spits out—pointedly dropping the “double suicide?” intonation so it’s clear he’s serious—before he can give any more indication that he’s slipping.

When you look to him again, Osamu’s filled the space of his doubt with that low-lidded grin once more.

“Tonight?” 

“Tonight? Oh—” You clear your throat in a way that sounds oddly affirmative, as if you’re trying to keep it from bubbling out too soon. You’re so assured in everything else you do around here, so Osamu, ever the contrarian, regains his balance on the premise of your shyness. When you go to confirm, you’ve all but lost your teasing lilt. The flush on your face doesn’t miss him. “Yeah, that’d be nice, Osamu.” 

Nice. If he didn’t have an image to upkeep, he’d leap up and fistpump the air like a cartoon character. Perhaps, if he were more in tune with his hand-to-god emotions, he’d crumble to the floor in a ball wondering what the hell he’s getting himself into.

He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t clean his dorm, much less invite romantic prospects over to it. You’re new territory in the way he feels freshly determined not to mess up, so he keeps himself composed behind that smile. “When are you out of here?” 

“I can be out of here whenever you’re out of here,” you mumble, your lips pressed into a smirk you won’t let unfurl fully. He wishes you would. He’ll get you to. If he had it his way, he’d whisk you out of here now, clock be damned, and pop open that red dessert wine he picked up specifically for the event in which you would land on his uncomfortable little couch with your tongue lingering in, hopefully, closer proximity to his own. He’s seen you tipsy; you don’t suppress that air of sheepish enthrallment so much when you are, and he’s impatient for it. He needs more of you.

But it’s three in the afternoon, and Kunikida’s abruptly dragging Osamu by the collar of his shirt like a puppy on a leash to roll him back over to his own damn desk, muttering something about how if he had any decency he’d leave you the hell alone and if he wasn’t going to contribute anything of worth to the Agency’s productivity yield, the least he could do was not disturb those who are. 

This makes you chuckle fully as you shake your head. Osamu eats it up—and he doesn’t hide it, eyeing you with something most akin to yearning in his gaze. You have such an effortless knack for putting hearts in his eyes in a way he’s not used to. 

The rest of his shift dawdles by; as a way to pass the time, Osamu volunteers himself to run out and pick up the Thai takeout for those who will be clocking out later than he hopes he will. Kunikida so graciously (read: reluctantly and irritatedly) let him order on his card, so he claimed it as repayment; really, he needed to get out of his desk chair. 

He feels insane watching you play with that piercing of yours, his stack of unfinished reports (or, pre-construction paper planes) serving as no distraction. 

He delivers your spring rolls to you with a wink. He eats his pad thai and fools around on his desktop. He watches the sun streak down the window.

He actually considers getting some work done. It’s nearly torture.

He gets up to leave the second the clock strikes eight. If he was bad at focusing on work before, you’ve ruined him. 

The implication’s all too clear when you’re stepping into the evening air behind him. You don’t mind—it’s evident in your reserved but knowing smile, the one he so terribly wants to unravel. 

His place is threadbare, but cozy. You curl yourself up on one of the two couch cushions while Osamu sets two empty glasses and a bottle on the low table before you—he’s eager, too, for the wine; he’s aching to dispel both your timidity and his anxiety that it feeds. Maybe it’s just that he can’t seem to handle himself positively spiraling over you while you remain enchantingly reticent, quiet in the desire he knows flows between you both. Usually, he’s the one with all the self-control. Tonight he’s counting on you missing the tremble in his fingers as he pours. 

“Kunikida’s such a hardass, isn’t he?” he muses while he tucks a glass into your hand and draws himself up onto the couch, facing you, leaving a respectful but still considerably involved distance between you. Your knee almost touches his. “Berating me for something as little as asking such a cutie to come over for drinks. It’d be more criminal not to, I think.” 

You chuckle at his dramatics, taking a sip. It’s sweet, red. You remind him, “We are coworkers, Osamu.” 

He cocks his head, drinking deeper than you do, with a thoughtful look on his gorgeous face. He hums and reminds you, “We’re not just coworkers.” 

Your chuckle becomes a giggle—one less dubious than the short, amused headshakes you save for the office—and with your next question, he knows he’s pulling you in. You’ve been dancing around each other long enough; he’s warm, trying not to overflow when you speak—you finally sound ready to acknowledge what’s been turning him into a mess for you when you hum and press skittishly. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging. 

“What else are we then, hm?” 

Your bashfulness reads so seamlessly as effortless wooing—he wonders if you’re so purely humble, or actually a mastermind of coquetry. The way you keep yourself veiled, thinly enough to keep him pining for more of you but staunchly too so that he constantly doubts whether the cat or the mouse has the upper hand, turns him to mush—absolute pathetic mush—and he answers a question with a question. You’ve got him going against all sorts of personal philosophy. 

“What else do you wanna be?” 

The answer gets lost between shifting hands, closing space, conversation and jokes that relax further and further as you both stabilize into one another over the following hour or so. A couple more glasses of wine are poured, drank, tasted—at some point in the blackening night you end up astride his lap in the dim lamplight with your glass in triumphant hand, tucking his hair behind his ear while he cups your face, simpers out another remark that makes you blush and wave him away; Osamu looks at you with something you can only construe through your buzz as pure want. Coming down from laughter that screws your eyes shut—he’s never short on humor, which is one of the things you think you love—love? about him, you say it aloud, tell him you do in fact love that about him and if he was all pure want a moment before, now he’s pure shock. 

But he plays it off in his way; you watch the intricate way he takes no more than a half-second to collect himself, just tipsy enough to get snagged on the words love that about you that the half-second seems a feature-length film to you—one you would watch over, over, over again. 

Osamu slides four fingers on one side of your jaw, thumb on the other—holding your chin gently but firmly in place so he can bore like fire into you.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, half sincere, half flirtatious. Your gaze scatters momentarily beneath his; you take a second, copy his recovery.  

You hesitate before you say, “I think I have some idea,” fully sincere, fully flirtatious. When you pinch your bottom lip between your teeth—not an unconscious habit but an intentional move in this game—he thinks this is what middle school boys must feel like the first time they get close to their crush. It sickens him so sweetly, like he’s swallowed a lump of sugar. He wants more. 

Your breath coils around his between your noses, between your mouths. The wine in your glass sloshes and settles.  

“Can I tell you what drives me crazy?” he breathes. 

You nod like you’ve been waiting lifetimes to know. 

He answers not with words but a touch to your lip—a stroke back and forth that leaves you parting for him. He leaves feather-light fingerprints on the sharp of your front teeth, pushing, slowly, forward until the hot muscle in your mouth cradles his thumb and he’s touching that devil-sent piercing of yours, the ball all at once cool and warm as it twirls to evade him.

“This,” he whispers, chasing the metal back and forth. “This drives me crazy.” 

You don’t respond with anything but suction, a soft bob of your head like you understand, and a hmm.

Osamu thinks he might implode beneath you. 

His attention has hardly ever felt so streamlined as when you search his face, circle his thumb, wet it for him to retract and drag down your chin while you draw your brow together like you miss it—his eyes are all yours, wide and waiting and holding the answers to all the questions drifting around, surrounding both of you. 

The kiss is searing as he pulls you into him—or, hardly has to, rather, as your eyes flutter shut and you lean to meet him, five of your fingers matching his grip but on his shoulder while you suffocate that mingled breath so it becomes mingled spit, mingled tongues. He worms himself past your lips, into you—he almost moans when the tip of his own tongue brushes across the jewelry sitting on the pad of your tongue like a pearl in an oyster. He’s finally cracking you open. It makes him smile wickedly into you. 

Your arms locking around his neck leave him rolling into you hotly, asking for you with anything but words which escape him again now—so uncharacteristic, but he’s lucky you’re both too entangled to notice, for words aren’t necessary right now; he’s ushering your wine glass out of your hand, setting his, too, onto the table so you can wind your fingers in his hair and tug, prompting the sweetest gasps that you echo back into him while he guides your hips across him. The fervor either of you holds is indistinguishable from the other; you grind, he grips you, the harder he grips you the harder you grind and vice versa until he’s biting down the column of your neck toward absolution. 

He mutters your name through an umph; you pick his lips back up the second he goes for air, and he goes for your tongue. When you pull back to observe him, mirroring you in kiss-puffiness and staccato breath, he’s wild between your eyes and your lips. 

“That’s all for you,” he tells you when he grabs your wrist and guides you to palm his cock before you hit him with another question for the ages—one that will not receive a verbal answer but a noise from his throat he swears he’s never heard himself make before.

“Wanna feel it?” 

God, has he ever wanted anything more in his life? The erection he’s built up just from kissing you, moving you against him, is all the evidence either of you need. 

Regardless, Osamu’s nodding fervently, chocolate locks swaying. 

So, you take your turn kissing down him until you’re pooled at his feet, between his knees, with devoted fingers undoing the button on his pants; the task at hand, so sweetly and circularly, has your tongue poking out in concentration as you work his waistband down. Osamu twitches at the sight—he doesn’t mean to mutter you’re so fucking adorable but he does, he does. It’s your turn to grin wickedly as you take his cock out, your turn to tease with your thumb on his drooling tip, your turn to explore with your mouth. 

You’ve had the reins all this time, really—from the first day you sat at your desk, making that attentive face. He must be the luckiest sucker in the world to have ended up here, with your shining eyes watching him fall apart as your honeyed lips guide him toward sweet devastation. 

The first stripe you lick up his underside sends Osamu’s head flying back, jaw falling slack on the end of a breathy “fuck!”

And he feels every stride of your tongue piercing when you wrap your lips around his tip and swirl. 

The sounds you draw from Osamu’s open mouth are like song; diligent in this task as you are every other one, it’s hardly a minute before he’s tangling his fingers in your hair, crooning your name between broken praises that come naturally as you hold him, lick him, look up at him with eyes that he thinks could turn him to stone—if only you had been evil, that is, but realistically, you can’t be anything other than an angel. 

“Pretty boy, you—” 

At that name, you groan. Take him further. 

And through how good it feels, he laughs. 

“Oh, you like that? Huh?” He could pull you off him if he wanted a response, but you’re too heavenly to interrupt—anyway, he already knows how you feel about pretty boy. 

You hum around him—another sensation that sends him reeling with oh, god on his lips. 

“That’s it… Feels s’good on me. Unh—yeah, like that…” 

Indirectivity and grandeur has always been something Osamu considers himself a professional in—everything you do throws him for a loop and the way you bob up and down does him no favors. He whines in the way he does when he’s already going to finish all too quickly, but the fact that it’s you bringing him to his end—his cute coworker he’s been pining after since your first day on the job, the one that’s inspired such foreign feelings of wonder in his long-gone-cold heart—has him unreservedly bucking his hips into your mouth as you rake your nails down his thighs, ardent in this undertaking, bobbing frantically like all you’ve ever wanted was to have him noisy and messy underneath you like this. 

“‘m gonna—oh, fuck!” 

But he doesn’t have to tell you; you feel him, spasming on your tongue against the otherworldly friction your jewelry provides—his true downfall, that thing, and the image of you formed around it—you pursue his climax like a predator pursuing prey, pulling away to give him that false sense of security as you rise to your feet, pounce back over him and kiss him so intensely while you handle him, jerk him to orgasm between your bodies; Osamu’s hoarse, aching as he humps the hole you make with your fist and chants yes, yes, yes, please! into your mouth, tasting metal, never wanting it to leave.

He settles into soft panting as you draw your fingers up; he’s beginning to speak— “You’re so—” but you’re cutting him off so he can suck your fingers, taste himself and the way you’ve shattered him so beautifully. And he does, he laps like a man possessed, obsessed with the flavor of himself if only it’s leaving your skin, before you let him continue. “You’re incredible. You and that piercing.” 

You huff out a laugh, but it’s true. He’s convinced you’re a dream in every sense of the word—how did he get so lucky, no—how did the earth get so lucky to have you dropped upon it, right here in Yokohama, doing such scandalous things with that godly mouth of yours? 

“I try,” you quip with a half-shrug, smiling softly, kissing him just so. 

“Do you, now?” Osamu Dazai, who so often loses those good things before he can really grasp them, takes note of another new sensation—unwavering resolve, in the amorous sense—and concludes that if he can help it, this dream will not slip away so quickly. He can’t possibly send you back up to heaven.

He grabs your hips, pulls you onto him. 

Everything you are—all hard working, handsome face, sweet disposition, and tongue ring—he’s wanted it for so long; it would be nonsensical, a tragedy, to let the same evening air you stumbled in on steal you away again.

This is a dilemma he doesn’t have a solution to; not immediately. 

But he speaks anyway, smirking and toying with the button on your pants, overwhelming your frame to put your back to the cushions—turn you into a mess for him.

“Your turn, pretty boy.” 

[cosmicjoke]

I saw @acmeangel's analysis post on this scene, which is fantastic and which everyone should read, and I was going to add my thoughts to their post, but then it got too long (as usual), and I didn't want to hijack their analysis, so I decided to just make my own, haha. This really is an important scene which essentially encapsulates the difference between Levi and Erwin and which I think ultimately showcases what makes Levi such a genuine hero.

One of the overarching messages of AoT is that we shouldn't give up our humanity in pursuit of an ideological goal. I've talked a lot about how Levi puts his trust in Erwin and admires him so much because he sees Erwin's ability to set aside his personal feelings for the greater good as a virtuous quality, one which Levi hopes to be able to one day emulate. Levi sees Erwin as superior to himself for this ability, because Levi, no matter how hard he tries, isn't ever able to do the same. He's never able to set emotion aside. He's never able to make decisions detached from emotion. He's never able to send soldiers to their deaths without it tearing him apart and creating in him a sense of conflict. He's never quite able to convince himself that the thing these soldiers are dying for, which they choose to die for, is actually worth it, which is also why he works so hard to bring their goal to fruition. He can't accept that those lives were given in vain, but the only way to ensure that they weren't is to make their dream comes true. Because to Levi, it's their lives that have value, not the cause itself.

One of Levi's most defining traits, one which makes him stand out from basically every other character in the story, is that he has no dream of his own. Rather, he carries the dreams of others, makes himself the custodian of those dreams, and dedicates himself to their realization.

When he says in this scene that a pointless death doesn't suit anyone, what he's saying is that the cause Erwin is sacrificing soldiers for has to prove itself worthy of their lives, that it has to amount to something equal in value to those lives. Because that's the thing, Levi values life above all else. He sees each, individual life as being as important as the whole of humanity, and I think that aspect of Levi's character is demonstrated fully during the RtS arc, when he makes the choice to end Erwin's suffering. People argue and claim that Levi made the wrong choice here because they don't understand the thematic significance of it, getting caught up in speculation about whether Erwin would have been able to prevent the war between Paradis and Marley, whether Erwin would have been able to stop the Rumbling, etc... By getting caught up in that, they completely miss the point of how the story wants the audience to understand the importance of not giving up our humanity for any cause. It's trying to show us, through Levi's choice, why we can't let any cause or ideological movement turn us cruel. Levi's refusal to be cruel, his refusal to throw away his humanity, is meant to be seen as a good thing, and ultimately, ironically, it's Levi's humanity and compassion that makes him a superior man to Erwin.

Erwin tries to assuage his own guilt by telling himself that the lives given were for a cause greater than any, individual life. The cause of humanity. This is a narrative he clings to until he's forced to admit to himself that what he really was after in sending all these soldiers to their deaths was his personal pursuit of knowledge, in another attempt to assuage his guilt for the death of his father. Erwin sacrifices his humanity for a goal which is self-serving, and as he's forced to contend with that reality, his guilt grows tenfold, fracturing his psyche and self-identity. But even if his every decision had been for the so-called greater good, even if he'd been 100% dedicated to his duty as Commander, he still would have been left with a sense of guilt and self-loathing for sacrificing lives to this nebulous cause, just like Hange ultimately was, because the whole point of the contrast between Levi and Erwin is to show that, in the end, Levi is the one whom the audience should strive to emulate, not Erwin.

This moment in the story is driving home the point of choosing compassion over ideology, or even duty. Levi's choice is imperative in demonstrating to us that if we sacrifice our own, personal humanity, if we give into becoming cruel and unfeeling, if we lose sight of the very thing that drove us to wanting the world to be a better place to begin with, that being our compassion and desire to end the suffering of others, no matter how justified the cause may seem, we're essentially sacrificing humanity itself. Because it's when you start becoming cruel, for any cause, that everything turns to shit, both for ourselves and the world around us. It's cruelty that leads into justification of more cruelty, which leads into justification of atrocities. Bringing Erwin back, forcing him back into that role which was tearing him apart, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, would have been purely an act of cruelty. But Levi isn't a cruel man. He's exactly the opposite. He's a man defined by his compassion and kindness. And what is AoT advocating for if not greater compassion and kindness in the face of a cruel world? It's telling us that the kind of compassion that Levi showed to Erwin in his dying moments is how we should choose to fight against the world's injustices and cruelties.

Because all the bad things that happen in AoT, essentially, happen because of a willingness to sacrifice ones humanity for ideology or for personal, selfish desires, and because it's those of us who retain our humanity and compassion, despite the cruelty of the world, and despite any supposed duty to any professed cause, that end up being able to live, as Levi says, with no regrets. This idea of sacrificing what we know is right for some abstract, nebulous goal of a better tomorrow is what leads to the destruction and corruption of our inner selves, and that, ironically, makes a better tomorrow impossible. If we become corrupted, if we allow ourselves to be lost to this idea of the greater good, in the end, it will only continue on the cycle of destruction.

Levi never sacrifices what he believes is right, never acts in any way which goes against his conscience. He never betrays his humanity. He maintains his compassion from beginning to end, and he never wavers in what he's fighting for, which, again, is every, individual life. That's what makes Levi a hero. His inability and refusal to set his personal feelings aside is, in the end, meant to be seen as the correct course. Because Levi's personal feelings have nothing to do with a dream or a goal. They have nothing to do with an ideology or movement. They aren't rooted in self-gain or greed. His sense of duty isn't to a cause, not to a country or an empire, or a sense of retribution or revenge. His duty, his obligation, is to doing what he feels, in his heart, is the right thing, what his personal feelings tell him is the right thing, no matter the situation or circumstances, no matter, even, if it turns out to have been the right choice or not. And that ties back into Levi's extraordinary compassion and empathy. It's his compassion and empathy which dictate his personal feelings of right and wrong, and his dedication to not betraying that sense is what ultimately dictates all his choices.

Levi thought of himself as a lesser man than Erwin because of this. Because of the way he wasn't able to set his personal feelings aside in the choices he made. It's why he chose to follow Erwin, because he thought it made Erwin superior to himself. But in truth, it's that quality of Levi's, that deep seated empathy, that makes him the better man. He can't detach himself from his compassion, he can't make choices without considering the consequences and impact of those choices on others, or even without making that consideration the principle factor in his choices, and that's a good thing. That's humanity. That's what makes the world a better place. By caring about how our choices affect others. That's not meant to be seen as a bad thing. Levi's kindness and empathy isn't meant to be seen as wrong.

Levi never betrays who he is, and he never betrays what he believes in, even as everyone around him does, at one point or another. That's true strength, that's true courage, that's true heroism. Someone who cares so much about people that he can't make a choice without factoring in the thoughts, feelings and desires of those people. Levi is meant to be the audience's role model, the character we're meant to want to be more like. Not Erwin. Because no matter how noble the goal we pursue, if we stop caring about each other in that pursuit, it all becomes for naught.

[ladysherreeamore]

Well it looks like Nic is trying to prove yet again that she isn't dating Jake and won't be around him for yet another major event 🤭

She wanted to be as far away from him as she can....again! So she went to Los Angeles (for no reason) although she doesn't need to be there for a couple of weeks.

Some may think it's an old post but either way she's trying to show us she won't be spending time with Jake, another way to say they aren't dating

She also posted the most basic birthday post but she has had so much to say whenever she did a birthday post about Luke, and no the red heart means nothing, she does it for others too

Everyone else in Jakes life has said so much more while jakholes are only focused on a random heart that means nothing

I'd also like to point out how Doug did more of a hard launch then we've ever seen Luke or Nic do with a loving kissing photo, the tag, post directly on his page, stating that he loves him. The Antonia and Jake lovers always say Nic loves Jake and Luke loves Antonia without us seeing any evidence of that or hearing them say this, and neither have claimed these two.

Nicola has missed spending time with Jake at each major event when couples spend time with the person they would be dating. She had no reason to miss spending time with him for any of these occasions because she wasn't working. She went away to her mom's for Christmas and New Years and until WT didn't see them together since December 15th for 3 long weeks! Then she comes back to support him like she does with all of her friends while showing off her tan that she wouldn't get from the cold environment. She didn't even tag him on her birthday post yet jakoles assume they were together but she always tags him in posts he's a part of. Now she goes to LA just before his birthday for no reason although the SAG awards won't start for 2 weeks and just posts the most basic birthday post with him near a trash can, but they think this is what dating looks like? Where is the love? Anytime i'm in a relationship I would do the most loving post and spend time with them for all major holidays and birthdays and I would take them home to meet my mom, Nic isn't doing any of that!

[cryptid-killjoy]

The mystery was solved. Mazzie and Jax really had been on Pleasure Island the entire time.

The mystery was solved he wasn't sure he wanted solved. His MIA family were in fact truly dead.

There was a mystery he hadn't expected to want to solve and that was why his Beagle brothers were being kept on chains as being fed like zombie pets.

There was a mystery solved he hadn't even thought to wonder about because frankly he didn't care enough to think about them. Honest John was pet zombie chained while Gideon seemed to be the new ring leader throwing meat to the tigers.

Then Ellie asked a golden ticket question for yet another mystery Babyface didn't know he needed to wonder about. Were there zombie donkeys? In Feral it didn't affect the animals. This wasn't exactly Feral. This was Pleasure Island and these weren't normal animals. These were naughty boys turned into donkeys.

Gideon would shake his head and point an arm he was pulled out of the feed bucket towards the barn. "Stables are full of zonkeys. We try to keep 'em separate from the jackasses unless they kick up a big fuss. Then eh- What do ya do?" He shirked a shoulder like it was what it was.

What it proved was at their core they were still human under their donkey skins.

Living in Nola all their lives these kids were used to their fair share of bizarre and supernatural. Still, Babyface felt a little squeamish seeing his own family's corpses treated like that.

"Why aren't you hacking their heads off?" Babyface had to ask.

Bebop shrugged, "Gideon said the Magic Man was working on a cure."

Babyface shook his head. He was never the brightest bulb in the pack, but he said, "Zombies have been around forever. There's never been a cure. That's the dumbest thing I ever heard. The Magic Man is dead. I know. I killed him."

Gideon ran over and put his hands over Honest John's ears as if Babyface just said the most blasphemest lie. At least he would have been had Honest John had full ears still. They were quite decomposed. The only thing that really helped identify Honest John was the hat. Truly Babyface was standing there wondering how it stayed on.

This is also where Jax butted in. "Go ahead and tell 'em Mazz. Can we tell 'em?"

Mazzie looked at her two friends from what felt like so long ago.

"Remember the story I told you about the island and how it lives? Well, the Coachman's still here. Yes, you killed his human. Now he's the island with his wife. We're feeding them both now."

Babyface's heart dropped into his stomach.

It all made sense now. It wasn't Oogie's new decor as to why the island presented different. It was because there two souls in the island now.

Babyface was slowly realizing what this meant and why Mazzie kept asking if he'd stay no matter what. He knew he was going to have to make it up to the island, the Coachman's wife somehow, but something told him she might be angry at the old man. It was hard to believe she wouldn't be. So dealing with the island felt like one thing to Babyface, but the soul of the monster he murdered? This was other level. His mind went further than that. Did the island push his family into dangerous situations to get them killed as revenge because of Babyface? He tried to shake it out of his mind, but it was hard.

"Oh. Soooo, he's the reason for the big clown and.... stuff?"

"Yeah."

For as much red flags and warning signs that went through that Beagle Boy's head he was still the same ol' Babyface Beagle. He ate red flags for breakfast. He would always be headstrong and dive in headfirst. "Well shit. I guess we got double the donkey to harvest then."

"Fuck yeah we do. I'll teach you to make zonkeys Baby." Bebop said while snatching his brother in a headlock glad he wasn't chickening out.

And thus all the mysteries were set before Ellie solved. If she needed anymore information to help her decide whether she was going to stay on she now knew it all, nothing withheld. The island was more powerful than before.

While the mysteries of Pleasure Island were all being revealed to Ellie a different sort of mystery started to plague Bebop.

"How did you guys get here?"

"Boat."

"You guys have a working boat? Here? Right now? Are you fucking serious?"

Right after it looked like he was welcoming everyone to settle in Bebop looked like he was ready to jump ship and bail out.

"What the fuck guys. Why didn't you say so?"

“Dude, if I was a real zombie, you would have been absolutely done for,” Ellie said with a grin, rustling his curls with her fingers. It satisfied some deep part of her, being able to do that again. Like everything was going to be alright because she had done it, the way that some people with OCD have to flick a lightswitch three times or wash their hands twice.

“I’m so glad you’re alive!” She said, keeping an arm around him, sitting beside him and hugging him back, staying there while they watched the interaction between the brothers.

Of course it was BeBop. But despite their snarky back and forths that they often had, the redhead hot tempers, she was happy to see him.

Not that she’d tell him that obviously.

And she was even happier for Babyface. This was a surprise, something neither of them had been expecting. Mazzie was a win enough. Jax was a super bonus. But a Beagle?

She even started to laugh as they wailed at each other. It was the Beagle after. all. They weren’t touchy-feely the way that the Laveaus were, giving out hugs. Each wail was just love, even if it didn’t look like it from the outside.

“Some things are never going to change,” Ellie said with a nod, the grin still prevelant on her face. And thank God, or thank Loa, whichever, for that.

But Jax got her attention, and she noticed the glare that Mazzie gave, and raised her eyebrows, a touch worried about where this was going.

She got up, moving back to her place beside Babyface. Being the outsiders around here, she still felt the need to watch his back over anyone else’s, in case something jumped out. Some kind of zombie or -

“Are they zombie donkies?” She asked, curling her nose.

Some of the zombies seemed fresher than others and she was able to make out Bouncer, maybe one or two others that looked slightly familiar, but others were a bit too decayed to be able to tell. She didn’t recognize Mazzie’s other father, the one that was chained down to the chair, but she did recognize the one with the longer hair who was feeding them. He’d been at her family dinner table.

“Do we look like zombies to you?” Ellie asked in retaliation to his question. Though she did look playfully over at BeBop. “Oh, he might be brainless, but he’s not dead.”

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

unless explicitly stated otherwise, please assume that all my warring clans era aus include Hashirama and/or Tobirama working towards overthrowing Senju Butsuma and being absolutely justified in doing so

anyway. tobiizu au in which they're both sort of using each other but they both benefit so it's fine. specifically Izuna is like wow I'm so good at this we'll totally be able to defeat the Senju with this info/help! we've already managed to separate them from some of their allies! meanwhile Tobirama is there like I'm going to get a good mark in betraying my clan, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve-

(He's using Izuna to get rid of Butsuma's loyalists and/or members of his clan that can't be trusted/are far too casual about committing crimes that Tobirama and or his brother are Not Cool With. The allies that Izuna destroyed Senju relations with were actively betraying the Senju clan anyway but Tobirama hadn't been able to convince Butsuma that a) he was telling the truth about the betrayal and b) they should break that alliance off before it irreparably fucked them over)

Arguably Tobirama is kind of winning at the whole game of manipulating each other because like he's getting everything he wants, politically speaking. The Senju aren't exactly in a better situation than before he started leaking info to/helping Izuna (Butsuma's loyalists + war criminals or not, fucking over or outright killing members of your own clan is still not optimal) but nor are they in a worse situation (a lot of problems are being solved. mostly by telling the Uchiha "look at this shiny important thing" to get them to destroy whatever the problem is, admittedly). When Tobirama's finished with Izuna, Butsuma will be dead, Hashirama will be able to smoothly take over the Senju clan without significant loss in power/resources/reputation, and then Hashirama will be able to properly seek peace with the Uchiha who might even accept because they probably feel like they're winning/the Senju are losing

This isn't to say that Izuna is LOSING at the manipulation game, exactly? Like he may be unknowingly helping the Senju clan, but he's also NOT in any way fucking over his own clan, if anything he is also helping his own clan and like once they make peace (he will probably pitch a bit of a tantrum about this and possibly have to be bribed with a marriage to Tobirama or something, but it WILL be happening Izuna get over it-) any advantage the Senju have will kind of also be the Uchiha's by extension. So as far as the political + resource etc side of things go, Tobirama is definitely winning, but Izuna isn't quite losing

Also I think Izuna is definitely winning on a more personal level lmao he essentially has Tobirama wrapped around his finger by the end of all this. He's getting a lot of wins as far as their relationship kind of stuff and also getting Tobirama to do random tasks for him/his clan and prove his devotion/loyalty like noooo of course Tobirama isn't secretly a double agent for the Senju whatttt look he did all your random tasks and he loves you so much! So yeah Izuna is winning on the personal front. Though at least some of the time I think Tobirama definitely knows that Izuna is like, blatantly angling for something and plays along anyway despite not actually falling for it, which actually pleases Izuna even more

Hashirama does not know any of this is happening btw. Madara does, and most of the Uchiha for that matter (Izuna couldn't avoid fessing up to where he was getting all the info/how he was achieving things at a certain point) but Hashirama? Hashirama is in the middle of staging a coup + building up his own power base whilst simultaneously trying to convince Butsuma he's totally still loyal to him. Hashirama trusts Tobirama entirely so when Tobirama was like "don't worry Anija, you focus on our allies and I'll focus on dealing with our enemies" Hashirama essentially just went "okay <3 yay <3" and didn't think of it again for just, ages. If his brother says he's dealing with it he will! Tobirama is so smart and sneaky after all-

Can't decide if it's funnier if in the end it comes out that Hashirama had absolutely no clue what Tobirama was doing for him or if he's in like peace negotiations with the Uchiha and just rolling with it like yes obviously I knew about that thing my baby brother did last summer he acted with my full authority at all times (has no idea what event Madara is even referring to)

It's important to me that at some point when they're still Very Much at war and the Uchiha don't yet know what's going on with Tobirama seemingly switching sides, Izuna goes on a solo mission. Tobirama is also on a solo mission (may be a fake self-assigned mission or he may have just completed the actual mission way faster than anticipated and then not gone back to the clan yet after finishing) so he could meet Izuna. A couple of Uchiha had had another mission in vaguely the same area as Izuna and so decided "hey since we're meant to finish our missions around the same time why don't we find Izuna and all go home together?"

And that's how one or more unprepared Uchiha walk into a room only to see the White Demon of the Senju sprawled at their heir's feet on a rug by the fire, looking completely unphased by Izuna fucking with his hair/outfit whilst he recites Senju patrol routes (???) and weak points of the agreement the Senju have with an allied clan (?!?!) and their heir looks very pleased with himself but...not like any of this is a surprise occurence?...

Izuna and the Demon seem to notice them at the same time and the Senju cuts off his recitation in favour of them both staring at the Uchiha squad. Who stare back. After a few moments the Uchiha squad kind of awkwardly give a quick bow to Izuna and blurt out something about "nice to see you're fine after your mission see you back at the compound UH bye!" and just. Close the door and leave

(They can just about hear Tobirama resuming his recitation as they exit the building)

(what the hell)

This au ends with Konoha being formed partially on the basis of a marriage alliance (Izuna demands Tobirama be given to him and his request is basically immediately granted (Hashirama still doesn't 100% know all of what's been going on but he HAS managed to extract the information from Tobirama that he's been sort of kinda courting Izuna for years and the Uchiha had technically helped make peace, and that Tobirama "wouldn't object" if Izuna really wanted Tobirama's hand which from Tobirama is BASICALLY a full on romantic proposal with fireworks and all. If that's what his baby brother wants then that's what he gets!! Hashirama is so happy everyone's getting their happy ending <3) and it's all good

It should also be noted here that the Uchiha clan as a whole are mildly bewildered by this. Like they're not going to SAY anything because this works for them but... The Senju want to give them/Izuna Tobirama? Really? Are we just, ignoring the bit where Tobirama was actively betraying their clan for literal years, via Izuna? Okay then...

(The Senju don't care or are actively happy about it because at this point they're mostly composed of people who either simply do not give a shit about politics in general or the whole "betrayal" thing in particular, or like Hashirama view the "betrayal" as Tobirama actually doing the ultimate risky play to free them from Butsuma's Terrible leadership and bring them peace. The few dissidents are for the most part smart enough to keep their fucking mouths shut and those that don't learn quickly)

Anyway Konoha is set up with Senju and Uchiha being equal to each other (and other clans are also there + equal etc but that's not that important rn) and it's all good it's nice. There's actually very little trouble from warmongers or anything in either of the two founding clans? In the Senju they're mostly either afraid of retaliation (they're Aware of a tiny bit about what happened to Butsuma's followers okay) or have reluctantly been won over to "wow we're doing better than we were before, and I guess Hashirama+Tobirama aren't as bad as I thought...okay. I don't like this but I can live with it and see what they do next. On the Uchiha side of things, those who are still like "grrrrr kill all Senju blah blah blah" are mostly under the impression (due to the whole "betrayal" thing, the fact that Hashirama handed his brother over to him, etc) that they've actually successfully subjugated the Senju and the morons just don't realise it. This is factually incorrect but everyone else in the village has decided it's easier to not correct them about this because then the bitter bastards might start actually causing problems for peace; let them live in their delusions

Izuna gets Tobirama as his wife and absolutely tries to push any and every boundary and just generally get his way/manipulate Tobirama into doing v minor but vaguely demeaning or inconvenient things like, all the time. Izuna is NOT as subtle about this as he thinks he is but he will likely never learn this because Tobirama indulges him constantly; he generally finds Izuna's antics to be somewhere on a scale from "this could not matter less to me and therefore I don't mind" to "sexy" to "that's really funny actually" to "that's kind of cute in a stupid way/the same way a v small child or dumb animal is"

People who care about Tobirama (for example Mito, Hashirama, Touka) MIGHT be more concerned about the fact that Izuna and Tobirama are barely even trying to hide the fact that their relationship isn't exactly typical/normal nor healthy....except they both seem really happy? Also they RECOGNISE that look of fond/amused indulgence on Tobirama's face, tho admittedly previously when they saw it it was usually aimed at like, his summons or young students or something, but still. Clearly he's not actually doing anything he doesn't want to do or that distresses him so they'll leave their brother to his bizarre relationship

(Also the occasional sheer Glee or look of mischief or smugness on Izuna's face is kind of funny. He looks like a cat that Got Away With It it's hilarious)

People on Izuna's side of things (Madara, Hikaku, etc) are considerably less at ease about this because they do Not know Tobirama enough to fully understand his expressions or realise that half the time he's knowingly going along with Izuna's bullshit for his own amusement/pleasure/curiosity. This relationship is clearly neither normal or healthy! But like, IZUNA is clearly very, very happy and is perpetrating most of the unhealthy/obsessive/weird bullshit, meanwhile Tobirama+his people don't seem to be objecting to any of this so...uh...what can they even do here??? It would be weird to try to 'save' Tobirama from Izuna right? They shouldn't do that. Or maybe they should?... They're all kind of stressed about it and Madara in particular is also just Extremely Uncomfortable bc I've decided now that Izuna+Tobirama have not actually moved out (yet?) and so he's witness to just, so much more of their bullshit than anyone else and he wants NONE OF IT thanks

[irlnorthshaw]

if this fandom was any bigger we would be having daily arguments over who fumbled the friendship: shakes or skarra?

no because as i watched rookie season, i also noticed that JUST LIKE SHAKES, skarra was in fact a struggling teenager who was growing up WAY TOO FAST

this is miscommunication at its CORE, a tale as old as time some may say. like as much as the narrative has lined up against skarra’s favour, we need to unpack it first.

that episode where spenza was continuously trying to dig through skarra’s stuff to prove how much of a bad friend he was actually pissed me off so bad. listen, i may be a huge fan of skarra but i am a huge fan BECAUSE he’s a massive asshole. (IN THE MAIN SERIES AT LEAST)

another thing to keep in mind: this is shakes’ story and of course every plot point will centre around his development as a character

like to this day. very much evident in “food for thought” that skarra STILL craves for that non-existent closure between him and shakes

because in his mind, he didn’t do anything wrong. what shakes saw as a conniving guy with bad intentions might have been just another young guy struggling to navigate adulthood without his family’s support— ARE WE NO HEARING THE BELL???? DINGALINGALINGALING!!!!

when i first watched rookie season i wasnt a big fan of skarra (yet) and even at the time, i felt bad when even his housemates switched sides to support supa strikas… like yeah THAT has got to hurt

if skarra was inherently evil from the start and took shakes getting into supa strikas personally, i doubt he would spend the time to watch a LICK of shakes’ first game!! and that is a hard pill to swallow

in conclusion, we cannot draw conclusions while staring directly at plot holes!!! BUT IN MY FANTASY WORLD??? they fumbled each other. but everyone will definitely view this their own way and their idea/perception of these characters will manifest differently.

[saturnzskyzz]

hii!! i saw that you need some squid game ideas!! i got tons of, but sadly my motivation to write is really less these days TᴖT. i got a short fic idea.. hope you will like it!

so, s1 gi-hun is really underrated and i feel like he isn't talked much, he is such a sweet dad and a postive guy in s1!! so like..

remember his daughter?? when he bought her a gift, it came out that its a lighter. he told her to keep it for himself, since her mother wouldnt allow it. his daughter awared him not to use it as a smoker, and he replied he doesnt smoke no more, which came out as a lie.

so UHMM maybe..a cute dad-daughter moment, where she punishment tickles him for lying to her?? it would be melting my heart! i love ler!daughter and lee!father moments fr (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) !!

also, i wanted to say your fics are absolutely amazing and it makes me smile everytime when i finish reading it!!seriosly, keep that work up ><

𝑁𝑜 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑠

Lee! Gi-hun/ brief Ga-Yeong & ler! Ga-yeong/ brief Gi-hun

A/N: 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺.. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧.. *𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤��𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵* 𝘖𝘏 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚!!!! 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?? 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘖 𝘊𝘜𝘛𝘌!!! 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘒 𝘠𝘖𝘜!!!! 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️( am I posting this at 5:00 A. M in the morning? Yes, yes I am. 😭)

I hope you enjoy! :]

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God, what a fool! Gi-hun stared in slight horror as he saw his daughter lift up her birthday gift to reveal that it was a gun. The same horror plastered on his daughter's face as she eyed him confusingly as to why this whole predicament had her hold a gun in a restaurant, which was her gift, in the first place.

She instinctively pulled the trigger as the visible nerves were shown by the tiny sweat drops from both her, and her father, as the trigger pulled something out of the muzzle quickly, showcasing the relief of not a bullet, but a small fire.

Phew! It was just a lighter. Gi-hun had thought as he replaced his concern with a nervous smile for her daughter, knowing that she would scoff at him for getting her a present like this in the first place. It's not like he knew what was in the present anyways!

"W-what a surprise, rihight?" Gi-hun nervously asked, pointing at the gift that was supposed to be something that she had liked.. Damn those mystery claw machine boxes!

"You know mom won't let me keep this, dad..." she turned her gaze to look at him with slight disappointment, though she felt bad as well. She knew her dad wasn't doing so great, especially with the cigs that he had promised her that he wasn't taking, yet she can smell it on him either way. She just wants him to be happy and at peace with how things had turned out.

"Well uh.. Let me hold on to it then, you know? This will be a delayed gift for when you are older, huh?" He continued with a smile, easily taking the gun from her hands. What a disappointment?

She just stared with an awkward smile. Her head wondered from here to there with thoughts, until it lead to the cigs again. She was sure that he was lying.

"You better not use that for smoking, dad!" She said, pointing an accusing finger. Gi-hun was left stunned at the sudden accusation, even though she was right.

"Ah~ that won't be that case! Haha, I promised.. Remember?" Gi-hun lied once again, waving his hand in the air. He was screwed.

She just stared at him unfazingly, like he's told that to her many of times. She looked at him up and down, then leaned in to smell him. Yup, cigarette smell there was!

"You're lying." She said after proving her hypothesis herself. Damn it, he was really screwed.

He scoffed, growing a bit nervous now. He'd hate to disappoint his daughter, afterall. "Nah, that can't be right! This old thing? It just needs to be washed, that's it!" good job Gi-hun, Not only did you make it seem like you haven't washed your clothes, but you also lied in her face for the third time. Way to go!

"Then why does it smell like cigarettes right here?" she poked where the smell was coming from, landing the offending finger on one of his ribs, causing him to jolt back slightly in surprise.

"W-wehell, I don't know! This uh.." he paused. Surely he can come up with yet another lie that will surely be believable this time, right? "Ah! You know what? This smell might've came from my friend! That's right.. You remember Jung-bae, yeah?" great job! That should have done the trick.

"Wouldn't that mean you had smoked with him?" oh no.. She observes too much. Really, this kid?

He was about to defend himself yet again only to be met with another poke to that same rib, causing him to let out a choked laugh instead. "Ha-"

"Why are you always lying? You've taught me not to lie!" she said, continuously poking him now. He brought up his hands to stop her pokes, but that just lead for her to poke somewhere else, playfully.

"Noho, ihihi'm not! IhIhI swear!" Gi-hun giggled out. He wanted to stop her, but he also felt bad at the thought.. He did lie to her, four times now to be exact, and he just seemed like this was the easy way out from her being mad at him about it.

She leaned more to smell a different area, noticing that the smell lingered to where his side was, so she decided to poke there as well. "You ARE lying! I can smell it right here too!" she continued to poke and prod, turning Gi-hun into a giggling mess. She switched her tactic to now scribbling at the area, now scooting close enough so she wouldn't have to lean forward.

"Nohoho! Ga-yeehehong, wehe can tahahalk about thihis! C-cihivll, rihihight?" he begged. He tried scooting away slightly without accidentally falling off the seat, but that only resulted with Ga-yeong to scoot closer. He was trully stuck, though he wasn't doing much to get away anyway. Ga-yeong took notice to that.

"But we are talking about it! You're just getting punished in the process." She explained bluntly. God, where did she get this bluntness from? Gi-hun surely thought she got it from her mother! It just had to have been.

"You deserve it anyways." as she said this, she moved her hand to attack his stomach now.

He folded almost instantly! His stomach isn't that much of a death spot, but it still got him good!

"Wahahait, gaha-yeong! Ihihihi'm sohohorry, reheheally!" sounding desperate now, he put up his hands to show he meant it, causing Ga-Yeong to slowly stop her assault.

Leaving him a bit giggly and embarrassed, he took rewarding breathes before looking up at her again. Instantly seeing how sad she realized the situation he was in. Oh, Ga-Yeong..

"I uh.. I have been lying to you.. And I want to say I'm sorry." Gi-hun finally apologized, but his daughter still looked sad, and a bit shocked even though she knew a long time ago. Just hearing him say it hurt.

He continued. "I promise to stop this time.. It's just really hard to get off of something that has been,, well? Addicting.." He gave her a reassuring smile just then. He thought for a second before reaching out his hand just seconds away from Ga-Yeong to hold out his pinky. " I pinky promise."

She looked at the hand, and then back at her dad before reaching out her hand to lock pinkies with him, locking the promise with a tight squeeze. A small smile plastered on her face at the action.

"Now don't do that again, or else I'll get revenge on you!" he said, poking a few times on her stomach.

She giggled out, instantly protecting herself. "Yohohou didn't even stohop mehe!" she giggled out. Okay, but she wasn't wrong though?

The embarrassment that formed on his features yet again as he poked her stomach some more. "Never. Again. You hear?"

"Ohohokay! Ihihi wohont!" now it was her turn to fold. Satisfied, he thankfully stop the attack.

He then smiled. "Okay!" with that, he cleaned up their area before leaving the restaurant. He insisted on giving her a shoulder ride back to her apartment, which she reluctantly agreed, and they left the place in comfortable silence.

This time.. It is a promise.

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I'm sorry for how short this might've been, but hopefully you still like it!! It was really fun to write it! :D

[frythebrains]

My official list of how well it would go if a primarch would be horrendously down bad for me (in numerical order)

Lion- 4/10. He's really going to have to have a lot of Very Serious conversations with himself and get out of the closet. I feel like he'd complain that I'm on my phone too much. Also, I can't keep secrets for shit.

[REDACTED]- 0/10. Didn't even show up for the date.

Fulgrim- 6/10. We'd probably get along relatively well and I'd really enjoy having someone to make clothes for, but I wouldn't be able to keep up with his social obligations. His rating goes up considerably well if Ferrus is also included.

Perturabo- 8/10. I feel like I could handle him well enough, and we're both grumpy bastards, so it balances out. We actually have interests in common, so we'll be able to actually have things to talk about while we sit on opposite sides of our massive craft room working on our own projects. He might be a little sexist, but I'm sure we could work it out.

Jaghati Khan- 3/10. I really don't have the energy to keep up with him. Also, I'd last about 5 minutes in a yurt.

Leman Russ- 1/10. We are absolutely incompatible, and that's not counting my dislike of him. I'd be falling asleep halfway through his parties on one of his wolves. Not to mention that I somehow doubt that Fenris is a good place for vegetarians.

Rogal Dorn- 5/10. Honestly, we'd probably forget that we're in a relationship at some point because we get too involved in our own little projects and just never see each other. Not to mention he'd probably get along with my brother way too well and every single family dinner would be turned into an engineering black hole. However, our lego collection would be legendary.

Konrad Curze- 2/10. I feel like this should be obvious. Also, he'd probably shred all my plushies.

Sanguinius- 4/10. Honestly, we're just both going to be caught in a loop of 'I'm not good enough for him' at some point or another and it'll drag down the relationship immensely as we both try to prove our worth to the other one all the while feeling terrible about it. I do feel like our hobbies would line up nicely though.

Ferrus Manus- 7/10. I have a feeling he might not appreciate my abilities with fiber arts, but I feel like we could work around it. Not to mention that I would absolutely not turn down free blacksmithing lessons. His rating goes up significantly if Fulgrim is included (What? They balance each other out!)

[REDACTED]- 0/10. Wrote me a creepy stalker letter and I didn't reply.

Angron- 1/10. I literally have no idea what we'd even do with each other. There would be lots of awkward staring.

Robute Guilliman- 9/10. We'd probably spend a lot of time crying in each other's arms during tax season. Other than that, we're pretty compatible and would probably have a lot of fun making petty comments at state functions.

Mortarion- 14/10. It mainly works because I'm also horrendously down bad for him. Like, I'd have this man's children and I hate children (which is fine, because I doubt he wants children either). It would be the second date and we'd already have the house with the white picket fence and 2.5 nurglings.

Magnus- 9/10. I'm also severely down bad for this man; I would probably spend a lot of time playing with his hair and reassuring him that yes, Leman Russ and the space wolves are bitches. However, Jeopardy would be an absolutely blood sport in our house to the point of terrifying the neighbours.

Horus- 3/10. There's absolutely no way I can keep up with this man's social schedule. I'm way too much of an introvert for that. There's also no way I'd be able to deal with his daddy issues.

Lorgar- 5/10. I do feel like Lorgar could be really sweet, but with the daddy issues and the religious issues and the having to have Kor Phaeron at holidays... yeah.

Vulkan- friends/10. Like, I know he's the perfect man and everything, but the only way we could conceivably cuddle would be in a freezer because otherwise we'd both overheat.

Corvus Corax- 4/10. We'd just be too depressed together, and I feel like he's not going to give me encouragement. Also, there's the probability that he would disappear at some point and I'd spiral into a 'what have I done wrong?' spiral at endless guilt.

Alpharius Omegon- 8/10. I might be as blunt as a 2x4, but I do like the idea of getting two for one. I do also really like the idea that the entire Alpha legion would gaslight everyone in my life to not misgender me.

imagine if the one of the primarchs was horrendously down bad for you, the fucking dream

[mostowa]

After 7x06

So basically my relationship with The Rookie after 7x06 is a bit like Tim and Lucy's after conversation. I did watch. I did rewatch. I still don't understand some stuff. I really think I should say something, but I don't know what. Since I try to be good communicator (as opposed to Lucy) let me just try to collect my thoughts about stuff in a chaotic manner. Tl;dr as usual. SPOILERS.

It is very clear to me that Melissa is trying really hard to give us mad Lucy, which screenplay clearly doesn't. She tries to salvage Lucy, I think. Praise her for that, but I am still mad about the writing.

Am I the only one that didn't feel a lot of tension between them leading up to the hook up? 4x22/5x01 were way more hot, steamy and erotically packed than this. This felt random and out of character for them.

There is one scene that I absolutely love and I think it's not given enough credit in this ep: an interrogation with Tiger Guy. Particularly at the end when Chenford argue between each other and the guy and you can clearly see that Tim still feels that he should've been punished for his actions. And then there is this thing that broke my heart. When Tiger Guy says "I love her too much too hurt her. Lock me up" and TIM JUST GIVES LUCY EYES. THESE ARE THE HEARTEST OF EYES IN THE WHOLE EPISODE FOR ME. BECAUSE HE TRULY BELIEVES THE SAME WORDS ARE APPLICABLE TO HIM. MY GOD.

It was like a Best of Chenford with parallels. And I'm really grateful for that. I'm just hesitant the way it was put in the screenplay. Way too much banter and flirting. The idea of bringing positivity around them (thx Alexi Ig) feels like a regress from S6B.

I will say one thing here though. The whole 7x06 was for me an episode to prove that they really like each other's company with the Grumpy/Sunshine dynamics and with the eroticism. And I'm happy we got that. But I jumped onto Chenford train for the emotional load and this is still unresolved until we get The Talk.

The after scene was amazing, was amazingly heartbreaking and everything Eric did there deserves an Emmy. Oscar. 13st prize. Whatever. I felt his regret and inability to communicate through my bones. Tim still needs therapy. Lots of it. I hope we see this.

Remember these small posts after 6x06 that said that Lucy was also part of the problem in this relationship? Yeah. That's why she avoided the talk.

I still think that the outro was way underwhelming for those of us that sought emotional resolution here. I hope we will even get it this season, cause at this point I'm not sure. But have we ever gotten the emotional part done properly for Chenford? Hmmmm...

[tubbytarchia]

Really ill and deranged thoughts about Jimmy's Impossible Minecraft SMP Finale (regarding Grian and Joel):

Grian is SO nice to Jimmy that I'd go as far as to call it uncharacteristic. Not that he's never been like this but most times he's around Jimmy, he always makes some quips or causes him harm in some way. Yet not once within Jimmy's video does he do so (aside from when Joel started killing Jimmy and Grian joined in) even whilst spending half of it alone with him. While he doesn't view Jimmy as an object of desire like most other contributors, he still enforces the ecosystem to the point of taking Jimmy out by his own hand in Wild Life. This makes a lot of sense with the context of KOV to me, where he suffered as the runt of the group but he won't have to again as long as Jimmy retains that position instead. I don't doubt that he cares about Jimmy to some degree, but retaining that system seems ultimately more important to him when it becomes challenged. He looks out for himself first 9 out of 10 times

Here, he looks out for and encourages Jimmy. What hit me especially hard was the part during their last venture altogether, where everyone is preparing to go fight the dragon, but only Jimmy and Grian have an Elytra, so they fly off far ahead of the rest. Jimmy says he feels bad and Grian's immediate response is to deny it. There is something abundantly sweet about them flying together and teasing the rest of the group together, especially considering the avian headcanons often applied to them. And then them both also taking on an important task within the End fight as a result. Jimmy being trusted to to something important yknow. And no one commenting on that fact either, they just let him. hhh. Something to also say about it turning entirely self sacrificial since they decided that them blowing themselves up was the best way to get rid of the healing crystals. Hrrm. This battle btw is just kind of unironically awesome with Jimmy and Grian flying around whilst the others are taking shots from the ground

And Joel... grits my teeth

Joel and Jimmy just duking it out. Just beating the shit out of each other with no rhyme or reason. Is really therapeutic and I feel like they both really needed to get that out of their system. The way Joel kills him once and continues to go at him again after the respawn, which seems unfair but it feels mutual and Jimmy fucking honed in. And you guys have got to know by now how good he is when he hones in. You can feel the concentration as he takes one after another shot at Joel at impressive distance. Legitimately could not stop thinking about his MCC 3v1 Dodgebolt clutch man

It's such sudden tension as they focus in on each other and ignore whatever the hell they were supposed to be doing with the others in the first place, but it's so warranted considering their characters and their relationship. It happening in a much more light-hearted series with lower stakes is also perfect, especially with keep-inventory now enabled. They get to fight until they're content without any consequences, much different from the Life series where Joel's feelings surface (to his detriment) the most

Jimmy commenting "That's the first time I've killed Joel" makes me all at once sad, happy and confused. He already had a notable kill on Joel, whether or not Lizzie assisted him with it. I'd believed that the reason he was so deadset on killing Joel in Wild Life was to prove himself to him, or to himself, or both. Because Joel is important to him and he thinks highly of him. To kill Joel would be proving something, I think. And/or earning respect from the person whose opinions he values most. I can't fathom what other reason he could have possibly had. And then when he does get that kill, Jimmy immediately drops the act and they make up and become allies (as if they weren't already)

For Jimmy to call this his first kill instead means he doesn't recognize the WL one despite the importance he placed on it. It perplexes me greatly and I think this needs more analysis lol. That's why it also makes me sad because it's not at all uncommon for Jimmy to play himself down and dismiss his successes, but I'm also happy that he was feeling genuinely good about himself in that moment

And of course Lizzie contributing lol. Just as she did in Wild Life. And then Jimmy accidentally shooting her head on before honing back in on Joel

And then Jimmy kills him again at the very end after Joel started blasting everyone with his newly acquired dragon head weapon?? Nice. Healthy for them. Jimmy's needed to start killing people for awhile and I'm glad if he can get his fix via Joel. Joel deserves it anyway. It's no solution but it is something they needed I think

Edit: Need to note how easily flustered Joel becomes after becoming the target instead of Jimmy. Getting a taste of his own medicine. It is kind of distressing to watch because of reasons (Limited Life flashbacks) but within this context where he did ultimately and undeniably start it, it's much more warranted

There's also something symbolic to me about Joel trying to hit Jimmy again but failing before Jimmy takes off flying but also I'm crazy

[chimuelo2005-blog]

Mel Medarda Deserves More Love, and Here’s Why

So, I've talked about Jayce, Viktor AND I've talked about Mel's nature, but I'm gonna talk about her again because in this blog we love empowered women; especially if they are also part of a minority. I'll do this point by section cause I don't want to miss anything major.

Mel Medarda is currently one of the best characters in Arcane, and I will die on this hill. The way people reduce her to "the black girlfriend" is actually insulting because Mel is so much more than just Jayce’s love interest; and it's very easy to put her in that role when talking about Mel's relationship with Jayce and Viktor, but I refuse to let people think that way. She is brilliant, calculated, and deeply complex in a way that makes her one of the most compelling figures in the show.

Her Design Is Breathtaking

Let’s start with the obvious: Mel is gorgeous. she's mine back off. Arcane’s art direction was already next level, but Mel? Mel was crafted to look like a queen. The gold, the intricate patterns, the warm tones—it all screams power, but in a way that’s elegant and beautifully feminine rather than aggressive. She doesn’t need to be physically imposing because her presence alone commands attention. Every time she walks into a room, you know she’s the most important person there, and that’s before she even opens her mouth. Her entire aesthetic is soft but untouchable—she is always in control, even when she’s playing nice.

She’s Not Manipulative for Fun—She’s a Survivor

I've said this in a different post, but I'll say it again cause I'm tired of the slander of my girl.

People call her manipulative like it’s a bad thing, but let’s be real—Mel isn’t playing chess because she wants to. She’s playing because it’s the only way to survive. She was exiled from her own home for being too soft, too sentimental, for valuing strategy over brute force. The Mel we see in Piltover is someone who has adapted. She had to become the smartest person in the room because the moment she wasn’t, she was disposable. That’s not just ambition, that’s survival instinct.

And despite all of that, despite the walls she builds, despite how careful and measured she is—Mel still cares. And that’s what makes her so fascinating. She genuinely wants Piltover to thrive. She believes in progress, in shaping the world into something better. She’s not some cold-hearted puppet master pulling strings for the sake of power—she’s someone who knows how dangerous power can be when left unchecked and is doing everything she can to make sure it’s in the hands of someone who won’t waste it.

Her Relationship with Her Mother Is One of the Most Tragic Parts of the Show.

Mel and Ambessa’s dynamic is brutal. Ambessa is not just a powerful general; she’s the embodiment of everything Noxus stands for—strength, domination, victory at any cost. And Mel? Mel was too soft for that world. Not because she was weak, but because she valued strategy over brute force. She understood that power wasn’t just about conquest—it was about control, influence, the long game. And for that, Ambessa exiled her own daughter. Let that sink in. Mel wasn’t cast out by enemies —she was cast out by her own mother for not being Noxian enough.

And yet, when Ambessa walks back into her life, Mel finds herself back in that role of the disappointing daughter—trying to prove herself, trying to stand her ground, but also clearly still carrying that childhood wound of never being enough for the person who was supposed to protect her. You can see how much she resents her mother but also how much she still wants to prove herself, how much she loves her. That's her mommy after all. It’s heartbreaking. The fact that she had to fight her, kill her, hold her as she took her last breath just proved how much Mel wanted Ambessa to love her in a softer way.

Her Brother’s Death Was a Turning Point for Her

I'm very pissed at the writers for not giving us more about kino's death and relationship with his family.

We don’t get much about him, but what we do know is devastating. He was killed because he wasn’t strong enough, and Ambessa used his death as a lesson to Mel. Like, imagine the trauma of that. Imagine losing your sibling and instead of comfort, you get told this is why you have to be stronger. That kind of loss doesn’t just hurt—it defines you in some way. It’s why Mel is so careful, so precise. She doesn’t make reckless moves. She doesn’t show weakness. She can’t. Because she knows what happens when you do.

And Mel didn't just lose her brother, she lost the one person who could've understood her. The man who she shared a mother with. Someone who knew how she felt because he lived it too. Once Kino was gone Mel had no one who actually understood her in that sense.

Elora Is More Important to Her Than People Realize

Elora isn’t just Mel’s assistant—she’s probably the closest thing Mel has to a real ally. Elora sees everything Mel goes through, from the political games to the personal struggles, and she stays by her side anyway. That’s not just loyalty; that’s trust. And the thing is, Mel trust her back. You can see it in the way she spoke to Elora compared to how she speaks to everyone else—there’s a quiet understanding between them, an ease that Mel doesn’t have with anyone else in Piltover. Elora might not be in the spotlight, but she was so important to Mel’s story, because she’s proof that even in a world where everyone is playing their own game, Mel wasn't completely alone.

Her death ended up breaking Mel. Elora was Mel's, the same way Viktor was Jayce's. The main difference is that Elora worked for her, and like someone said in my reposts on another post, that has to fuck you up some way.

She’s More Than Just Jayce’s Love Interest.

I can say it louder, but not clearer. Yes, I ship JayVik, and yes, Mel and Jayce’s relationship was not meant to last from the start, but that doesn’t mean she was just a stepping stone. She wasn’t some shallow romantic obstacle—she's her own person with her own goals, and she shaped the world in ways that go far beyond her romance with Jayce. If anything, Jayce was a stepping stone for her, not the other way around. She didn’t fall for him because he was pretty and charming (even though he is pretty and charming); she saw potential in him. She saw a man who could change the world, and she made sure he did.

And that’s what makes her incredible. She’s not just a survivor—she’s a visionary, one who refused to let Noxus define her and carved out her own kind of power instead. She played Piltover’s game and won. And honestly? That makes her one of the strongest characters in Arcane.

Mel Medarda in season 2 is everything. If you don’t love her, I don't trust you.

[the7thhorcrux]

Hello! This might be a common theme among Snape fics but…

What do you think about Severus and reader being good friends in school and slowly grow further apart due to his Death Eater status. That is, until they see each other again later in their adult years and maybe dormant affections rekindle?

severus snape, ❝ i missed you. ❞

i just might have an idea for an eventual part two-

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You tried. You really did! But no matter how hard you tried to keep in touch, it wouldn't matter. Because friendship should go both ways. And even though Severus clearly cared for you, you two eventually... drifted apart. You have to admit that you didn't treat his meetings with other Death Eaters seriously at first. But who can blame you? His constant excuses were made to make you think it's nothing serious. "we're just going there to talk" or "they are my friends too, so i need to help them when they need me" were one of the many things you'd hear in your teenage years still at school. But once you both graduated and his 'friend group' turned out to be officially well known literal cult (!), you did set the boundary there. Long talks turned into brief conversations, those into writing letters, until finally Severus stopped replying to those that you had sent. You suspected he didn't even read them at all. Why would he? All you knew was the rumors of what the Death Eaters were doing now and apparently how far they were willing to go to prove their point. You were not only angry but also disappointed. In him, but also in yourself for not reacting sooner, when maybe there still was a chance to stop him. Prevent any of this from happening. Especially now, that the Dark Lord was back.

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You sat at the table, drumming your fingers against the wooden surface as Molly set down a warm cup of tea in front of you. With a small nod and a smile you took a sip. The Order members were still on their way here, as you were informed. It was rather spontaneous - bringing you here to help them. After your contact with Severus died down you decided to focus on your studies, mastering your abilities. And now, your connections and knowledge could be useful to help the Order and many other people. After all, if Albus Dumbledore himself asks for your assistance, then it's probably important. So here you are now. Sitting at the table at Grimmauld Place 12, chatting with Sirius and Molly, drinking tea as they tried to update you on what they got so far. You looked down at the newspaper Arthur brought in, focusing on it briefly as everyone walked into the room where the meeting was supposed to take place in. So many old and new faces you could see again. It should bring you joy, maybe even a sense of comfort. To see old friends again. Yet your heart stopped for a moment as Severus sat down at the end of the table, avoiding your gaze. You looked away, not sure what to do. Smile? Wave? it was confusing, so you decided to focus on more important matters at the moment.

After the meeting (and rather heated argument in between Severus and Sirius, that briefly made you realise how not as much they both had changed) you stood up, looking as the room to cleared. before you could even do anything you saw Severus was already gone. Even though you could've sworn he was right next to you just a moment before.

It was only two meetings later that Severus finally pulled you to the side on your way out of the building.

"Sev!" you blinked, not expecting him to actually initiate any contact with you, and definitely not like that. He muttered your name quietly and you had a feeling he said it out loud for the first time in years.

"I need to talk to you. Just for a minute," he explained. The tone of his voice betrayed how uncomfortable he actually felt at the moment - something you haven't seen in years. he must’ve noticed that too, because he relaxed slightly shortly after you nodded.

"i had no idea you belong to the Order." you said, awkwardly folding your arms on your chest.

"i, as well, was not informed you do too now." he responded, his voice a bit lower this time and tone much colder than he intended.

"is that a problem?" you frowned, asking defensively. "i know you probably didn't wanted to talk to me, but i don't think that our past should have any negative effect on the Order's efficiency-“

“what are you taking about?” he stopped your rambling and frowned.

“you’re not going to ask me to not talk to you outside of the Order meetings?” you asked, also frowning in confusion.

“Merlin, of course not,” he shook his head, visibly frustrated and maybe even annoyed. “i wanted to…” he paused. right. what did he wanted? “i suppose i wanted to say… that I’m sorry.” he muttered.

“you suppose?” you shook your head. “you decided to completely throw away our friendship and for what? to just come back years later? as if nothing happened?” you said, even though your tone betrayed that there was no real anger behind those words; just regret that so many years were wasted.

“that’s my fault. for pushing you away.” he admitted reluctantly. “and i apologize for it.”

“i wrote you letters…” you said quietly after a moment of silence. “…but since you stopped reading them i stopped sending new ones-“

“i was always reading them,” he said defensively. “i still should have them somewhere… i just had no idea what to write to you back.”

You looked up at him, his expression showing how sincere he was in this moment.

“…we should catch up.” you offered quietly. “a lot of things had happened.”

“yes. we definitely should.” he nodded.

After a moment of silence you looked up at him again after he called your name again.

“i missed you.”

You smiled softly, feeling his hands rest on your shoulders gently, pulling you into a hug.

[bonemittens]

Okay imma try not to get too off track but here’s the Wiggle post I promised :3

Wiggle doesn’t have a lot of fans so I’ve had plenty of time to look at her character with little interference :3

An artist struggling for her art, a tail as old as time. I love how much she loves music, she references it every damn second. But when you love something so much you can’t help but gush about it anytime! She uses it to express herself in every way. It’s her way of crying, screaming, losing her mind.

It’s terrible to think that if her fans weren’t liking the music she puts out, they’re not caring for the messages. She’s pouring her soul into her songs and they get pushed away. Reinforcing the idea that no one cares for the real her. She feels she didn’t write “Do the Wiggle” with that same heart she does, as why she views it as a “vapid waste of a song”. That song came about from her worst qualities.

Pushing herself to the edge to make something perhaps… days and nights past and you still have nothing to show people. To prove you’re worth listening to. To prove you’re worth caring for. To show them how good you are…. That validation is tantalizing. She wants to be seen and heard for who she is and she isn’t.

She grows desperate and would do anything to give her that taste of nirvana again… even if that means dying for it.

The way she was treated in the music industry just reinforces the idea that she needs to keep pushing herself to the edge to be adored. All the things she said she’s done are extremely dangerous activities (especially that reverse exorcism, damn girl). She’s very similar to Chandlo in a way. Of course this isn’t about them, but it would’ve been nice to see them interact with each other more.

Which is why her relationship with Gramble could turn out so sweet… she needs someone like him in her life. Someone who loves her for her… not for being some big time celebrity who created a song that topped the charts. He loves her unconditionally. And during a time where she’s questioning her own talents and therefore her whole identity… she needs him now more than ever. And he needs her too but this ain’t about Gramble.

I could go on and on…. I love her because of how she tries and tries her best to meet the bar she set for herself. She fails time and time again. She’s at the end of her rope. I could’ve best explained it as that she has imposter syndrome and is an addict. Relying on bugsnax to motivate her when in reality it just scratches an itch that will come back hungrier and stronger than before. Leading her to do things like steal from Gramble.

Small note: I truly believe there is not solid evidence that she’s stolen bugsnax before the event in game. While Gramble states that whenever she’s around his bugsnax, they disappear. It also is said that those same pets of his go running off. So it could be either or to be honest…(both are pretty unreliable narrators too)

I could continue but this post is long enough and I’m not entirely sure whether my points were clear enough. I’m willing to clarify if anyone is confused but I wanted to do this because I’m very passionate about reading characters, especially ones I love. It does, however, make me sad that so little people like her. But hey! At least I don’t go around making bad faith essays because the character I like isn’t popular :)

I don’t mind if yall ask me questions about my thought process for something’s, I like interacting with the community :3.

Y’all have a good night now. Luv all of you 🌺

[princessofxianle]

response to @bingqiuhateabortion 's comment [also quoted below]

sry i wrote too much (again 😅) to respond in a comment...

@bingqiuhateabortion : this might sound like nitpicking but i read 4th book a while ago and i believe feng xin didn't really believe xie lian when xl said that bwx was haunting him and he and xl's parents thought that xl was just having a fit and depressed over the current state of things (which is bwx's fault but nontheless)... hadn't he told him? Also my main point wasn't that fx wouldn't follow xie lian technically but that he wouldn't do it while aligning his wishes with xie lian's... like he would still try to percieve xl as dianxia. When xl was away for a whole month bc of the swords temple and got back fx's first reaction was to hit him. He lashed out!! That's fine he's allowed to do that but it was egoistic. He always cared, and i agree that xl is at fault too for closing off, but fx never tried to breach his fence. As you wrote it comes from hes servant's mentality - he didn't ever push (neither in jian lan's case nor in xie lian's) or tried to wrap his head around other's inner struggles.

also nah dw i dont take it as nitpicking! just discussion 😊💜

As for XL seeing BWX, yes he does tell FX, but upon my reread, FX never really gives a clear and definite indicator of belief within his responses to XL. The only scene we see that seems to even maybe imply that FX doesnt believe him is the conversation XL overhears FX having w his parents. Who, to FX, are still the King and Queen. His superiors. FX can only communicate what he does know and must trust that XL will tell him the rest when he can. Maybe this is just my personal take, but I honestly don't think FX believes OR disbelieves XL. I think its a bit of both, which makes him very internally conflicted. He is confused and scared at how XL is acting now simply bc, as we said, he doen't understand why. Something doesn't add up bc he doesnt have the full picture since XL is avoiding the topic, as we both agreed. But FX does try! And we know he tries, especially to give XL the benefit of the doubt, because even in the face of a newly ascended MQ, who is the one who first tells FX point blank about XLs theft, he entirely denies it, assuming its MQs lie or theres more to the story he doesnt know, when XL subsequently freaks out. Because thats the most plausible assumption FX can come up with, given what (he thinks) he already knows about XL through their history. And yes, like we both say, FX may not push XL, but that doesn't mean he's not trying to understand him internally, on his own, when he encounters a situation where he realizes he doesnt. But you must remember, FX is a battle, war, and combat genius, his innate strengths don't lie in emotional intelligence no matter how hard he may try to understand XL by himself.

Back to the convo w the King and Queen, im sure FX feels a sense of responsibility to prove to them that he knows how to take care of their son. I'm also sure they had a hand in appointing him as XLs bodyguard in the first place, and I think that skews his answer to them bc its oversimplified and BECAUSE he himself still doesn't have a full answer. But he wants to show the King and Queen (and himself! ...i swear this poor boy has hella self worth issues) that he's capable and still useful to them and his prince. And unfortunately, XL overhears this oversimplified, and not necessarily accurate answer (& not meant for his ears in the first place) when he's in a VERY defensive state and feels like he's alone with no one there for him and now introduced to the possibly theyre even against him. And this is what I meant abt the miscommunication between FX & XL and XL's unreliable narration. XL may feel that way (and understandably so!) but FX is still trying as best he can to find a reason (sidenote: I do headcanon FX as being unable to lie to XL too, at least fully. Thats never mentioned, but I do think it fits) And AGAIN, when XL hears this, he runs. He barely gives FX a chance to talk to him, let alone listen to what he does say immediately after. Very similar to what happens when he tells FX later to leave without ANY discussion.

As for when XL returns, FX was not right to hit him. Not at all. And it's so sad about the timing because I feel like thats the true beginning of the end for them. But I do understand why. And its not at all because it comes from an egoistic place. From FXs pov, XL has been gone without word, for over a month at this point. Jian Lan has also kicked FX out during this time. And you bet your ass I believe that was partially bc FX was running around all that time in a crazed panic trying to find XL and mitigate the King & Queen's worries abt their son. He's stressed. And we know FX shows his stress through anger, through a form of lashing out. Like swearing (most commonly) and fighting (tho usually w MQ).

However, there are 2 tiny yet INCREDIBLY important details MXTX mentions after FX clocks him. First, XL, one of the strongest martial gods to ever ascend, crumples to the ground like no more than a rotten tree trunk. Second, after throwing the punch, FX immediately freezes and looks at his fist. My interpretation? FX never expected the hit to even land, let alone knock XL entirely to the ground. It is very well known in this story how exceptional XL is at EVERYTHING: martial arts, strength, cultivation, etc. He's unparalleled. And im sure FX knows this intimately. Through watching him, sparring w him, or simply just the years he's spent by his side. FX himself may be strong (he does eventually ascend via his "martial might") but no matter how much power is behind a hit, it doesnt matter if it doesn't land. Like if XL dodges. But he doesn't. He doesnt even counter. Debatably, he doesn't even see it coming. And therefore, FX lands the hit, and HARD. And the shock he shows through looking back to his fist, the hand that just HIT Xie Lian, who he's sworn his life to keep from all harm, I think proves the hit itself was not his intention. Just his way of showing he was upset (another sidenote: i think this really shakes him. His demeanor toward XL changes too immediately after, even helping him right back up and changing to speak with softer words toward him. And I do headcanon this interaction as a core momory of his that disgusts him abt himself for awhile, if not the rest of his very long life) If he was egoistic, I doubt he'd care enough to even look for him let alone be upset enough to even have the thought to hit him. He still wasn't right to. Not at all. But it absolutely did not come from a self-centered place. It came from concern. From fear. Because he has ALWAYS cared about XL's safety, and in all that time, XL put him in a position where FX couldn't do anything to protect him let alone know what happened to him or if he was even alive.

And to your main point, that FX may follow XL in practice but not have his heart in it, (thank you for clarifying ...but) my interpretation still stands. Yes, at this point FX is used to dianxia!XL. Its the only XL he knows. My point is that FX has proven himself to want to align with XL's goals anyway, whatever they are. If im remembering right, its the Queen that, while asking XL to bring FX back, reminds him that FX isnt just his bodyguard but also his best friend. That isnt part of FXs job description. That was his own choice.

FX doesnt follow XL just because he's loyal to Taizi Dianxia. He follows XL because he's loyal to Xie Lian... who also happens to be only Taizi Dianxia...at first!

The concept that XL felt restricted by the role FX places on him is multifaceted. There is not just one reason. And thats what my post was trying to explain.

That: (these # correspond to my prev rb)

1) FX does not realize that his intention of the pedastal he places XL on may not always align with the actual resultant way XL percieves being placed on said pedastal

because...

2) XL has not communicated that to FX for FX to properly empathise or understand him, so FX can't know he should adjust this approach of "help" to XL during his banshiment struggles

because...

3) its the approach FX has always used since way back when (in Xianle and heaven) it worked, bc XL still had yet to experience failure and the change in his worldview that came with it

however...

4) XL has built this wall limiting real vulnerable communication between him and FX out of fear because for the first time in his life, he himself is terrified of this brand new feeling of unpredictable drastic changes in himself, his life, and his values, which hes still trying not to drown in. And that fear comes from not knowing how FX will react to him confessing that he cant be "perfect" anymore (given FXs habitual pedastal-ing) since its never something he had to, or ever imagined doing

so...

5) XL makes sure to build that wall of fear up higher to avoid the unpredictable (and possibly undesirable) response that may come with confessing to FX that he's uncomfortable with, and doesnt anymore fit, the old version of himself, that FX has always and currently can only see him as

and therefore...

TLDR:

6) FX will be sent away without any explanation and spend 800 years never really knowing "why" but even after all that time, when their paths cross again, FX will continue to fall back into old habits based on the limited amount of what he knows about XL, while he STILL tries to find a way to understand XL without pushing too hard. Because he doesn't even know if XL wants him back in his life.

In conclusion, and based on all this,I want to make two things clear:

1. Feng would have stayed if never told to leave, or asked to come back.

BUT

2. Xie Lian's headspace prevents him from thinking clearly in the first place and is why he drives FX off, and believes this act to be irreperable so he doesnt try to get him back

Both of these truths can mutually exist.

Feng Xin would have stayed if asked. But canon Xie Lian would have never asked. So it's not FX's lack of loyalty thats the deciding factor. It's actually XL's decision.

All of Xie Lian's and Feng Xin's actions are consistent to their characters, and absolutely & completely justified. And, to me, thats the painfully wonderful and tortuous beauty I find in their dynamic. I empathise with both of them dearly, so I know there was no possible other way this could've played out between them (tho I can dream 🤪).

Through no fault of either party, the few small holes in their relationship in combination with a situation meant to rip those holes wide open (thanks, Jun Wu) is ultimately what led to this result.

These are also holes that Hualian's relationship does NOT have. And by comparison, shows how unbreakable their bond is. There's no point of failure that could ever be exploited to rip them apart.

Unlike, unfortunately, as we see with Fenglian.

fin

edit: I had a whole section about comparing FX and HC's loyalty, but Tumblr fkn ate it, so I'm just gonna link you to this post where i say...

'why are you being like this? when did. you become this way?' feng xin mumbled. 'i...i really don't know...i'm... why did i follow you all this time--?' 'then stop following,' xie lian said. feng xin couldn't wrap his head around that. 'what?' 'i said, don't follow me anymore,' xie lian repeated.

heaven official's blessing, pg 273