#anyway it's behaved consistently ever since and it's the only thing that has

[eachuisge-cc]

I have finally fixed the satyr dicks properly and, I believe, solved the penis glitch mystery. apparently you have to clone Exactly the WW body part you are making, or something goes screwy. so far, as long as I've done that, nothing has broken. which means I can finally do more sizes and the fem frame version of this thing.

[fleshwerks]

I see a lot of big mad from solas and solavellan fans for how solas was #butchered in Veilguard.

Was he butchered though? Because I think he's consistent as fuck, he simply by and large took his mask off. His entire deal is betrayals upon betrayals upon betrayals. Everyone, and I mean everyone around him keeps dying except for the Inquisitor whom he betrays and neutralises anyway. His entire thing hinges on 'him' being the one to have to do it, always. It was the same since Inquisition: this man does not trust anybody to pull off anything unless he personally intervenes or pulls the strings. The moment you've lost your usefulness to him, you're gone from his life. He'll make a big song and dance about how sad he is about having to do it, but it's always been this sort of benevolent chauvinism, the 'look at what I have to do to these poor people :((('

The argument 'but in Inquisition he says blood magic is okie-dokies!'?

Well, given how Varric behaves post-death, would a god associated exclusively with lies and betrayals, and who freely himself admits that he likes to play fast and loose with truth and directness 'for the greater good', I don't know, lie to Rook to keep Rook from guessing that Solas is all but puppeteering Varric's corpse with blood magic just to still be able to be 'involved' while he himself squats at his own fade prison? Why would the god of lies and backstabbing ever lie?

And finally, the issue people take with a pissed of him telling Rook that he's a god and Rook's just some ant... like I said, mask off.

because no other god has this many goddamned mass produced worship statues and altars dedicated to him in all of thedas as the bloody dread wolf. And not just one type of statue, but two! There's the dog statues as well. This man loves being worshiped. Always has. The way Lavellan and friendly Inquisitors only get approval if they suck up to him and acknowledge his wisdom and never, ever challenge him on his paper thin logic (or else he'll slap you with 'disapproves'). He just also loves acting like he's too humble for altars, thousands of statues (one as large as a mountain, dammit). He loves being a god, he knows he's functionally a god because he understands that gods are made through worship, and he certainly has never said 'please don't' to these aforementioned wolf and dog statues littered across thedas in such numbers that you'd think that he's Jehovah in Catholic country, OR taken a chance to draw something else than himself having the Sads, or himself freeing the slaves so magnanimously, or himself i don't know, wanking himself to completion in the euphoria of his own intelligence.

It was always him lying to your face. It was always him knowing and liking being god who could sway people with words. He was always big mad that his wisdom was rejected or unneeded. And somehow he even made the life and death of Mythal about himself.

The mask just came off.

And if he were any kind of good lover to the Inquisitor Lavellan at all, he'd tell her that she has a responsibility to her own world that's currently blighted and in ruins. That there are friends and family who love her and need her and miss her dearly. To go live out her life to the fullest among people who love her, and he, Solas, will always be there in every spell she casts from this day on, she'll touch him every time she dreams at night.

But no. Because Solas is afraid to be alone, even though his aloneness is always his own making, and now some poor mortal girl he hasn't even spoken to in 8 years is stuck with his arrogant ass in the Fade forever while he tells her all about his true love Mythal for whom she damn near killed the world twice. And she'll listen with her mouth open, like she always does, because the Inquisition required you to be as dumb as a bag of rocks for any of Solas' hot bullshit to not be questioned to hell and back.

[blissfullyapillow]

♡‧₊˚┆ She’s got a halo 'round her finger, around you  ๋࣭ ⭑

₊˚⊹♡ Sampo Koski x fem reader

₊˚⊹♡ wc: 2,674~

₊˚⊹♡ warnings: fluff, one suggestive part but nothing explicit, reader stressed because of university & Sampo is there to comfort her (totally not projecting.. haha), the reader is scared of loud thunder (again, totally not projecting.. lol)

₊˚⊹♡ Summary: Different scenarios of Sampo being smitten & head over heels for you, so he consistently tries to woo you.. Even though he really doesn’t need to. ((Your smitten with him too (*ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀*)♡ ))

₊˚⊹♡ Pillow Talks: The title is inspired by a line from Alejandro, by Lady Gaga. Istg I get inspo from the most random things LOL. I’ll be honest I have such questionable taste in characters, like it’ll range from the greenest of flags like Gepard Landau, Nanami Kento, Lifeweaver, or uhh Sasuke Sarutobi from Ikemen Sengoku, and then there’s fucking Blade, Sampo Koski, Gojo Satoru, or Vanitas. Lol. Anyway, hope you enjoy~ I had fun writing this ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

₊˚⊹♡ Masterlist

“How about-“

“No.”

“Half price? Common, that’s an offer I don’t give to just anybody.” “Half off !?? Sampo, you told me it costs a million credits. Half off is still an insane amount of money!” You scoff and opt to ignore Sampo for the remainder of this interaction. 

But Sampo is very persistent…. annoyingly so.

"How about this? I'll give you 20% off and throw in another one for free!" The glare you send his way is answer enough. Sampo gives a sheepish smile as you brush past him.

"Sampo Koski, was it?" You ask. You don't have to turn around to know he's following you.

When you hear his confirmation, you proceed. "Listen, I appreciate what you're trying to do but I really don't need... what was it again?" You murmur the last part under your breath, but Sampo's ears pick it up. "A machine that can generate all the academic papers you could possibly need! Not only will you spend less time on boring old school work, buuuut-" 

"No." Your answer is curt and final.

Sampo’s dramatic sigh elicits a very sarcastic eye roll from you.

"Okay, well, I tried." Now, he easily matches your strides.

...

This is the third time this week.

One unfortunate afternoon you happened upon a salesman, by whom you now know as Sampo Koski, and he's been persistently trying to sell you things since.

Your refusal seems to fuel his determination and ever since he'll always try to sell you something before he sticks by your side for the rest of the day.

You've tried to shake him, you really have, but you quickly learned how futile it is. For whatever reason this salesman has taken a liking to you, and you're stuck with him.

...

Although, if we're being honest here, you could've shaken him off long ago if you really tried. Yet despite your better judgment, you've allowed this shady salesman into your life. He's spent a few afternoons at your place, and he even has your phone number.

Yet you find yourself behaving as if this wasn't a mutual exchange.

Your busy thoughts are brought to a halt when Sampo's sing-song voice interrupts them. "So, what's on the list today sweetheart?" He chuckles at the exasperation on your face.

"I'm heading home, Sampo. I'm not buying your machine, and I have a paper that won't write itself." Sampo nods in acknowledgement, cheerfully humming beside you.

You pass people young and old as they walk the streets of Belobog on your journey home. You're walking slower than usual, Sampo notes to himself.

He may or may not be completely smitten with you, and him selling you products you may need is just an excuse to start conversations with you, but you have yet to catch on to that little detail.

Sampo thinks it's cute.

"What's wrong?" Sampo speaks up when your house comes into view, yet your pace slows even more. His question is devoid of its usual humor, and that puts you on edge even more.

"It's nothing...." You trail off, clearly stressed about something but keeping it to yourself.

Sampo lets it slide for the sake of reaching your home, where he'll invite himself inside and pester you until you tell him what's bothering you.

He doesn't get that far.

Once you reach your door you suddenly stop, posture tense, and a deep frown paints a beautiful expression on your face.

You suddenly unlock your door all too quickly, and barge inside.

Sampo is really concerned now.

Usually you'd scold him and shoo him away, insisting he leave, but this time you left your door wide open for him to come in.

He's been here a few times before, so he enters your abode and shuts the door behind him.

His brows draw closer in concern when he spots your figure, hunched in on itself, in a corner of the room.

He wastes no time in coming up behind you, but he hesitates to place a comforting hand on your back.

"Name?" His voice is soft, caring. It soothes you.

You lift your head slowly until you are face to face with Sampo. You'd make fun of how concerned he looks if you weren't feeling so crappy.

"Look at me. Focus on my eyes. Good job. Now, just keep on focusing on me, angel. Everything is going to be okay." Sampo's heart squeezes when a few tears slide down your cheeks, but he brushes aside his own concern.

You sniffle before you practically launch yourself at him. He catches you effortlessly, and soon soothing fingers trace random shapes on your back as you cry into his shoulder.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

You feel so embarrassed.

You make sure to survey your room before you slip out of the bathroom, changing quickly.

Sampo ushered you into the bathroom to 'freshen up' after you spent an hour crying.

You felt horrible when you noticed his tear stained shoulder, but he hushed you and insisted he didn't mind.

Now, you shuffle awkwardly out of your room to see what he's been up to.

In your living room, Sampo seems to have made himself more than comfortable; it's almost as if the room has been transformed.

Adorable fairy lights line the ceiling to create a magical glow within the room. Your couch has a ton of blankets and pillows scattered about on it, and two warm mugs of what looks like hot chocolate patiently awaits you on the coffee table.

Warmth floods your body as you make your way over to Sampo. At the sound of your steps he swivels around. You catch the concern in his eyes that he quickly masks when he sees you've changed into something more comfortable.

"Ah, there you are! Come join me in the blanket! I'll keep you warm & safe from the loud thunder, babe!" Your eyes widen slightly when he mentions thunder. "Thunder? But-" Suddenly, a terrifying crack is heard, and at lightning speed you're under the blankets and snuggling with Sampo.

His lips curl into a knowing smirk as he gently pats your head.

"I know you don't like loud thunder, and well you're clearly not feeling your best, so the great Sampo Koski created an atmosphere you can relax in." Sampo brags, yet he leans down to place a sweet kiss against the tip of your nose.

Your eyes sparkle with joy.

…

That look in your eyes...

Not only does it warm his heart, but it puts his mind at ease.

"If it's too much, just squeeze my hand as hard as you can. Understand sweetheart?" You give a bashful nod, your hand seeking out his before they intertwine.

Soon you're both laughing at a cheesy comedy Sampo put on for the two of you to enjoy. The hot chocolate Sampo made for you is  absolutely delicious.

Once the show ends a comfortable silence ensues. You lift your head to look at Sampo, since you're currently curled against him, and your eyes meet his.

They're full of mirth, and something else that steals your breath away. "What is it angel?" Sampo hums. "I.. Thank you. I'm sorry, school has just been a lot and-" “Shhhhhhh.." Sampo hushes you, placing a finger to your lips.

You watch as Sampo leans in, placing a hand on your neck before he rests his forehead on your own. You close your eyes and relish the close contact.

It's silent for a while, but you don't mind. Albeit his next words send you into a frenzy.

"I can't love anyone else but you." The words are uttered so quietly you wouldn't have heard if the room weren't so silent.

Yet they still hold the same weight as if they were shouted from the highest peak of Belobog, and soon you're leaning back to stare at Sampo in bewilderment.

His eyes are wide, almost as if he hadn't meant to say the words out loud.

"S-Sampo-"

He covers your mouth with his hand, clearly panicking. "Ah- ahaha! That was a joke, clearly! No- wait it wasn't! I mean..." Your lips curl into a smile under his hand; you've never seen Sampo lose his cool like this.

You carefully pry his hand away, he's too occupied with his own thoughts to notice, before you shut him up in the most effective way you know how.

The press of your lips against his stops his frantic thoughts. You feel his body relax. His arms wrap around you, and a sweet giggle leaves the both of you when he kisses you back.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

Following that eventful night, you're now in a relationship with Sampo Koski.

You know it may not be the wisest decision you've ever made, but it's one that's brought the both of you immense happiness thus far. That's all that really matters to you.

You just have this charm about you. There’s just something about you that draws him in.

Of course, you'll often say similar things about him, but with you..

Oh, how he’d forsake the world for you and you alone. You have him completely wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it.

You're currently trying on lipstick he bought for you as a gift... bought being a very general term here.

Ahem-

Anyway,

You've finished evenly coating your lips, and the color compliments your reflection perfectly, yet your eyes show hints of worry in them.

“Hey, Sampo? What do you think? I think it looks good but.. I don’t know..” Sampo was too busy admiring your reflection in the mirror to answer you.

Your lips are a different shade from what they normally are, yet they look as enticing as always. Honestly he'd love to test out just how durable that lipstick of yours is...

Wait, what did you ask him? Oh, does it look good? He has a pretty simple answer to that.

“C’mere pretty girl..” He adores the way your expression shifts the brief moment before his lips gently caress yours.

He releases a deep sigh against your lips as his arms pull you against him. He leans his tall frame against you as his tongue languidly runs along your bottom lip. He smirks when your lips part for him.

He’s tempted, very tempted, to accept your offering but he pulls back instead.

Now, your lips are back to their usual color.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get a good look. Please put some more back on, and I promise to take a good, long look this time angel.” Your eyes are dazed now, glassy as they barely register the words Sampo tells you.

He loves it.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

“Why do you love me?”

The question comes out of nowhere.

You turn to eye Sampo, a bit perplexed by this question. His facial expression consists of his usual smug grin, but a deep rooted emotion lingers in the depth of his irises.

“Why do you question my love?” A smirk of your own lifts your lips when his expression shifts; his eyes widen as his Adam’s apple bops.

“I.. I'm a scammer, you know? You deserve-“ “So? Consider this as one of those ‘Scammer gets scammed’ videos or something. M’kay?” Your statement is silly in nature, yet it warms his cheeks and makes his heart flutter.

“Ah.. okay..” He has a stupid grin on his face as he rubs the back of his head.

You roll your eyes before you lean in, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. “Don’t you get it? I only want you. .. My heart only wants you.” Your words are filled with emotion; unbridled love and affection overflow from every syllable.

He emits a sound akin to a squeal before he’s hugging you back with tenfold of your strength.

“Sampo!! You’re going to.. crush… me…” You manage to squeak. It feels like your organs are being crushed !!

“Aww, my sweet adorable Name wants me to hug tighter?” Sampo giggles as you internally panic. “SAMPO-“ You take a much needed gasp of air when he suddenly releases you, leaning you against him so you don’t fall to the ground.

You glare at him as you take greedy gasps of air.

He sticks his tongue out, making a silly expression.

Well, at least he feels better.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

“Are you insane!? You’re soaking wet!” “I don’t care, I had to come see you!”

A soaked Sampo is at your doorstep, holding a bouquet of red roses, a box of chocolate, and if you’re making things out correctly, a letter tucked safely into the chocolate box, the corner peeking out of the partially opened lid. 

You usher Sampo inside as the storm rages on, slamming your door shut.

Before Sampo can even open his mouth you delicately remove the items from his hand to place it safely on a free surface. Immediately after, you instruct him to strip and go wash up.

He wiggles his eyebrows, opening his mouth to say, “I know you want me sweet cheeks, but can’t you wait until I’ve…” He trails off at the stern look on your face.

“Aye aye..” He sulks, placing a purposefully sloppy kiss on your cheek before he walks past you, removing his clothes as he makes his way to your bathroom.

You sigh, rubbing his excess saliva off your cheek.

A small smile presents itself on your face that you quickly mask behind your hand.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

Once Sampo is in a change of clothes, yes he has spare clothes at your place, he properly presents his gift to you.

“Ta-da! Your amazing boyfriend has procured all the necessary items to woo his girlfriend on this special day!” He kneels down on one knee, happily opening the box of chocolate.

You cautiously step back, used to something else being in that little heart shaped box, but your eyes are graced with the cutest little balls of chocolate.

You slowly remove the letter from the box before taking a bite of the chocolate. Your eyes shine in delight. “Sampo, you made these?” You gush. He’s bashful, looking down at your feet as he replies.

“Hehe, maybe..” You happily bend down and place a slobbery kiss on his cheek. As he complains you take the time to open the letter he wrote you.

He starts to protest but you ignore him.

“I didn’t expect someone like you to write a letter Sampo…” You coo at the impressive script on the paper. If you were to look up right now, you’d see Sampo burning up.

Literally.

His face is even redder than the shiny apple you ate earlier.

Your eyes eagerly devour the words on the page. By the time you finish Sampo is fidgeting anxiously, hopeful yet scared of hearing your reply.

“I love you too, Sampo.” You get on one knee yourself, leaning in to rub your nose against his.

He groans, playfully pushing you away. “Alright alright, enough with the sappy stuff..” “How can you say that when you made the effort to show up to my place today, even after I told you we can reschedule for tomorrow because the storm is so bad- mmph!” He cuts you off with a well timed kiss.

This time you’re the one who feels like they’re on fire. Sampo adores the look on your face, giggling to himself as he pulls away.

“So, want to play this game with me?” Sampo fishes something out of his pocket, a deck of cards.

You laugh.

“You want to play cards on the night of our anniversary?” He nods quickly, his eyes big and pleading like a puppy.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you pepper his face with grateful kisses. “I’d love to, as long as I’m spending time with you…” Your response makes Sampo the happiest man in Belobog.

“No cheating though, okay?”

“Aw man…”

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[chalkrevelations]

At some point, in my copious free time (haha), I want to go back and really pay attention to who's the POV/framing character of each episode of Only Friends and what consequent impression we get of all the other characters from the ep.

At least partially because Ray's seemed like the designated punching bag in the wake of Ep 8, and I can't help wondering if that's influenced by his presentation from Boston's POV, which is not only pretty unforgiving in general, but is also the POV of a guy who's seemed to have had it out for Ray the entire show. I've seen people talk about how they find subtextual signs of friendship between these two, but if so, it's a friendship that's gone badly wrong. Boston's been consistently, deliberately mean to Ray - not just thoughtless or selfish, as he can be with other characters - since Ep 1, when he calls Ray a "burden" when he's drunk, echoing the language Ray uses for himself when he's at his suicidal lowest. Then add in the fact that Ray's the one who spilled to Mew about Boston and Top, setting off this whole chain-reaction that's estranged Boston from his friends group, as well as pressing on his issues about exposure. Yeah, Ray behaved badly, and he should never, ever snort up again because he's an asshole on coke, but there's also no way Ray's going to look like anything other than his absolute worst - practically malicious rather than a fucking mess - if we're looking at him through the lens of Boston.

Similarly, Boston's seemed, if not actually friendly, at least on decent terms with Sand - enough to feel like he can say what is or isn't Sand's usual stash. I ... don't know at this point if he knows that Sand was the actual leak re: Nick's sex recording, rather than Ray getting it directly from Nick? If he doesn't know, there's even more reason for Sand to come across as a stand-up guy stuck dealing with an absolute asshole - despite Sand also having some responsibility for what's going on between him and Ray. (Because a) I still want to know what Ray's dad wanted Sand to help him out with - and does Sand have some kind of ulterior motive for his interactions with Ray, at this point? And b) I question whether there wasn't a point that if Sand had stopped pushing Ray away by saying they weren't anything more than friends, Ray wouldn't have fallen into this thing with Mew so easily. Yo and Plug aren't just randomly breaking up in the middle of Ray and Sand having a fight. They're breaking up because Yo is Sand. Sand's commitment issues after Boeing or whoever, and the way that's affecting the SandRay relationship, in which Ray has made a ton of soft overtures, pursuing and pursuing, are Yo's commitment issues in a now-failing relationship that initially started because of Plug's courtship. It's maybe the most blunt-force writing we've seen in the show - Yo and Plug's relationship got fridged to make a statement about Sand and Ray's relationship.)

ANYWAY, just because Boston's not in a scene doesn't mean we're not seeing other characters through his lens, in his POV episode.

I also found Force's portrayal of Top in this ep interesting, including the way he interacts with Boston, given the visible discomfort and unease he's portrayed around Boston in other eps, particularly in sexual situations. Instead we get that weirdly companionable moment Boston and Top have, when Top doesn't take any shit from Boston, and in response, Boston doesn't take any offense to his threats. Cheum isn't the only one who looks to Top to solve the problem with the police - so does Boston. Top is actually pretty solid and steady and take-charge in this ep, but he also constantly looks kind of hangdog and whipped, and that may give some insight into how Boston tends to see him, as well as how he sees Top's current fixation on Mew.

Cheum is over-invested in Top winning back Mew, an amplification of her encouragement of their relationship since the beginning, and overall tiresome in her self-appointed role as cop-without-a-badge, but without any real force - nothing she says here manages to reach the level of dismissing Boston as a heartless slut in front of everyone and his date - which may indicate that Boston doesn't actually give a shit about Cheum.

Mew, on the other hand - the one who threatened to out Boston to his father and possibly the world via revenge porn, and all that after locking down Top in a chastity belt - spends his time either moping around and feeling sorry for himself or being a self-centered, smugly superior, thoughtless and sometimes malicious little fuck, encouraging his addict "best friend" to drink and do drugs with him, doing everything he can to make Top's life miserable including openly using Ray to try making Top jealous, and trying to poke his fingers into Boston's wounds - which of course Boston brushes off, because he'd see himself as above whatever Mew could throw at him. And then after all that, he can't even hold his liquor. Amateur.

Don't get me started on how soft and pretty Nick looks in this ep. I don't know if that's Boston's lens, or if that's just Mark Pakin.

[everybody-loves-purdy]

I think them pulling a Nightstar could be really interesting and I can see StarClan denying Squirrelstar her lives considering what happened the last few times a leader stepped down (Pinestar leaving helped contribute to Tigerstar's rise, Rowanstar stepping down led to ShadowClan's temporary fall), but I don't really see what sort of reason Brambleclaw and Squirrelstar would have for lying. Even if it was out of desperation, why not just pass on the position to Ivypool? Squirrelstar clearly trusts her enough to make her deputy and so does the rest of the Clan, unless this is some sort of test since Dovewing is in ShadowClan, but even then... Unless StarClan put them up to it, in which case, yeah, that would check out. Regardless, the delay was really clunky, though that might just be the writing.

And as for not seeing her nine lives, this is by far the weakest argument for me. None of the current PoV characters are medicine cats (or anymore in Frostpaw's case, and she isn't even from ThunderClan anyway). I know this series doesn't have great consistency, but this is one of the few things it actually has been consistent on! We were never going to see the ceremony anyway. Even Bramblestar's was only featured in a field guide. If she did get her nine lives, it'll either be in the prologue of the next book, last book, or IH, they'll post an article about it, or we'll have to wait for another field guide to come out, and that's assuming we even ever get to see the nine lives ceremony at all. After all, it's been years since MFV and we still have nothing for Skystar or Thunderstar except that Gray Wing and Storm gave the latter one each.

All very good points

I do reckon we will definitely see the ceremony at some point it’s just when. A prologue could work and I think could be the most likely, especially if Squirrelstar has a further message from StarClan that she hasn’t divulged to Sunbeam, maybe the message about Nightheart came with a prophecy about the whole situation or something.

It’s just like you say the reasons to keep such a big and exposable lie just don’t make a lot of sense. And there’s been no hints in Squirrelstar or Brambleclaw themselves that either are carrying this burden, they seem very relaxed and happy. For them to have actually been carrying this massive secret it would just feel very out of left field in a reveal given how they’ve behaved, spoken, and acted about the ceremony.

It could be so interesting like you say if she was pulling a Nightstar, but I really don’t think that’s where the books are pointing us.

[gooeykit]

you should talk more abt sammy i love sammy and also i wanna learn more abt iseah 🐛🐛

okay well umm! first off ⬇

idk wat 2 do with nonspecific questions but whatever.. Sammy's the awesomest thing ever for one. In the first story [which im completely remaking] she's just subject to a lot of unfortunate circumstance which is hard to get into since like said circumstance is going to be drastically changing as i rework it. Essentially tho, she's a bio engineered slave race which is physiologically made to be just not-human enough for legal reasons and to be able to mature quickly and die easily to sell fast and repeatedly. When she escapes, she attaches herself to a group of bounty hunters [which are the main group of this story] and learns more about the universe [story is interplanetary] through them. She specifically becomes close to Reagan, who's the youngest of the group, since theyre of a similar mental age, but she quickly surpasses his due to her accelerated maturation. Still, she ends up very close to him and mutually consider the other as a sibling. Eventually as she gains more awareness of things and sticks to the group with the intent of liberation. In the end of this story, the group ultimately disbands for very many reasons, mainly because it was never a stable group of people in the first place. Reagan, who grew up as a bounty hunter, ends up with a lot of issues and will take it out on Sammy when theyre adults, which on top of also being raised with bounty hunters along with him, screws her up tremendously. She ends up closer to his boyfriend, Iseah, who's unaware that Rea behaves this way towards her. When Rea dies, she and Iseah become housemates.

Iseah is in the story off and on, he debuts pre-transition as a child and is someone who is victim to spiritual haunting, which a bounty is placed on. The main cast take the bounty and save him, he meets Reagan at this point who's also a kid a similar age to him. Iseah after this just grows up urban with some ghost trauma and becomes invested in the world of the supernatural as well as the bounty hunting scene. He's not interested in joining any of it, but is well versed in it and will support certain hunters. A lot of hunters are aware of and social with him, he's a carpenter by trade and specializes in furnishings intended 4 faux planets and space crafts. Some guilds will have his works. He meets Rea again as adults and they hit it off immediately. ATP Rea's like ran away and is struggling to live on his own and Iseah, feeling like he owes Reagan something, lets him move in. It's the healthiest and happiest part of Rea's life but he's made to leave and rejoin his old group of hunters and Iseah's inexplicably left. He's hurt by it, but like he also doesn't know the world of hunters from the inside and assumes its something Reagan couldn't help. This furthers Iseah's disinterest in actually joining any guilds. Eventually he just gets a text from Rea after a long radio silence saying that someone needs an emergency place to crash, which ends up being Sammy. Iseah's initially intimidated my Sammy and wont let her in, but ends up changing his mind quickly. The two take a while to bond since Sammy has a lot of walls to break down, but end up being very close as well. For a while, Iseah is the only person who Sammy will talk to after everything she's been through.

after all that, they end up like this

In the second story, they're both relegated to supporting cast, but i don't really have any development on the main group.. so right now they entire story has mostly focused on them despite that not being my intent. anyways, these 2 are bonded to the hip. They're not in a relationship, but are sexual partners. Iseah will date around and ends up with a consistent partner of his own for a while, and Sammy doesn't mind, but Sammy isn't interested in dating and doesn't bring people home like that. Sammy and Iseah both go through a lot of healing, but most notably, Sammy is well socialized and comfortable with herself now. Iseah's still a carpenter, but doesn't rely on his own income anymore. Sammy's a very successful scientist which elevates her to an unwanted celebrity status. Her field is in supernatural sciences and mechanical applications. They tend to bounce ideas off each other too.

plotwise, they're both still invested in guilds, but apply themselves differently. Sammy uses her influence to further push for liberation of her people, though since faux planets aren't subject to universal law, it's very hard to do so. Sammy and Iseah are seen as philanthropists and while they do have money, its actually not that much as theyre using it to support guilds and programs what will help destroy the cartels, place more appropriate regulations on advanced genetic engineering, and discovering cures and aids for new-age spiritual disability [<- sounds bogus but its kinda hard to define what it is]. Sammy also has a few human subjects who are just like, medical anomalies only she can work with for like.. lore reasons... but essentially the spirit was detached from the body and had to be reattached, which leads to circumstances where the thought of the effected will interfere with the thoughts/actions of others. Sammy is established in the first story to have an impenetrable brainscape though for a few reasons, but because of this, wont be effected by the anomaly. She treats her subjects very well and is very protective of them........ which is a major plot point ^-^

[inastarlesssky]

For the Ask Game- E, L, M, T, and W! Sorry if that's a lot, but I've never really done an ask game before.

Thank you for the ask! You're fine! I don't think it's a lot at all; in fact, I enjoy it. It's more things to play with.

Hmm I had to think a bit here. Under the cut because haha I ended up writing little essays apparently.

E. Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what? Not quite yet, unfortunately. I'm not so accustomed to writing crack but it's definitely something I want to start on! I feel like I can definitely do that with FB stuff. L. Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn't one of your faves. I'll go with Albus Dumbledore. I don't dislike him, and though he's grown on me a bit since watching the movies, I wouldn't count him as one of my favorites. He's sort of neutral for me. Anyway, here it is: I think that though he might not always be upfront or honest about his actions, he has a good heart and wants the good for those people he cares about. M. Name a character you'd like to have for a friend. I would like to say Newt because it would be fun, I think, to go on all those adventures with him (getting an oversized occamy into a teapot or chasing a Demiguise all over New York). But I also think Lally would be a good choice too. T. Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? I've only just joined the Fantastic Beasts fandom, so I'm still discovering headcanons...but I would say the idea that Newt's Patronus is a Thestral. W. A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom. Hmm I had to think about this too. Ah I don't know if this is a trope or if there's a name for it, but the idea that one of two people in a pairing is mean or violent with the other. I really like enemies to lovers, so you might see more of this there, but I don't take well to (at least among the pairings I love) seeing Character A being a jerk consistently mistreating Character B or vice versa. Like Newt and Tina, I wouldn't ever imagine them intentionally behaving that way towards each other, and I would tend to gravitate away from stuff like that. But I do understand that everyone has different tastes, and I respect that; this is just my own two cents on the matter.

Send me letters for this ask game!

[bumblingbabooshka]

just finished the voyagers pathways novel today and the tuvok/t’pel crumbs are so T^T KAHDKSJFLDJF ♡♡♡♡ the pon farr moment where he says “what if i don’t know what to do” and then immediately afterwards says he needn’t have worried KAHDKDJF THEY ARE SO IN LOVE LIKE IMMEDIATELY!!!! i love them so much.

and neurodivergent tuvok talking about fish bowls in his stomach … yeah so true

AAAAA I love that novel (I only read the Tuvok parts~) it gives me so much Tuvok characterization to pick through...whoever wrote that was so funny to decide that Tuvok's parents straight up never told him ANYTHING about Pon Farr. The scene where the old priestess is trying to delicately tell him he has the sex fever and Tuvok being like "???? what's that??" is hilarious to m e. The fact that the SECOND he sees T'Pel he's like "I love her. She's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I want her. I have to have her. I have to be her." is also great to me...AND in both show canon & the book canon the fact he gives up on pursuing becoming a monk in order to be with T'Pel is sweet to me. (I imagine he /could/ have gone back to the temple after his pon farr passed and that's canon to ME bc I personally enjoy thinking that) It's the thing he wanted most in the world since he was a small child and he had it and he loved it but then he meets T'Pel and his priorities shift. He wants to pursue a life by her side now <3

My second favorite exchange is the one between Tuvok and his mom where she tells him to get up - he says he's awake and she says I Didn't Ask Thee To Wake I Told Thee To Rise or something like that and he JUMPS out of bed ...HEHEHE it's cute. It reminds me of my own mom waking me up for school. Tuvok & T'Pel interactions are minimal but still it's a feast compared to canon...him complaining about how their kids are behaving badly to her and then turning to see what she thinks and she's dead asleep bc she just gave birth and him co nsidering WAKING HER UP before he's like "Hmm...wait a minute...maybe not." YE AH TUVOK. MAYBE NOT. Hhehehe...when you want to talk to your wife so bad &lt;3 His Sons: -dicking around- Tuvok: That's It. Pack your bags. You're going to the temple. =_= (Scared Straight Theme Plays) M'Fau: -head in hands- go eat some fucking cake with your sons and maybe you'll calm down. Tuvok saying "This is absolutely unacceptable...I /NEVER/ acted like this..." when in canon he literally got disowned by his dad as a teenager is funny but also correct. I can 100% believe that Tuvok would say he never acted Like That when he acted even worse. ALSO YES YES YES Tuvok's neurodivergent swag is off the charts...him like having a panic attack/meltdown when his parents say he's too passionate about that one thing and thus can't pursue it. His ideal life being one of quiet and consistent routine which he adheres to even more strictly than others of the same discipline (the fact this annoys him bc they're not doing it 'right')...his reaction to Sophie crying:

I love him so much. Something so relatable about that scene in particular and how it's written. He himself has big feelings but doesn't know how to react to the feelings of others. It doesn't translate for him~<3 Anyway this ask made me v happy bc I love talking about Tuvok and also T'Pel so here's a bonus lil doodle of that scene you mentioned which also made me laugh~!!

[kayyqua]

Okay first of I wanna say I hate the theme for this diary. It’s ugly and it does not encompass everything I feel. (Mostly just want it angry instead of hurt— gross!)

Second) tell me why this lady is attacking me ? I be sitting she throws shit at me ? Like I’m sorry you decided to give birth to a kid and he’s way past your energy now but I’ve been consistently helping you all your life and you wanna sit here and bitch at me and throw my passport at me and yell at me and stomps everywhere all angrily like a weirdo

Not to mention everyone’s ignoring me now which is an interesting development— I’ve noticed this a lot of times!!! Actually!!! Anytime she’s angry they all get hush hush at me (forget the young one— she’s an ugly cunt and a bitch and if I could choke her out I would at this point!! With enthusiasm too actually——— yeah yeah yeah call me petty do it! Do it! I am! I am! Bitch! Bitch! Fuck off!

Why the fuck is the second bitch ignoring me and what the fuck have I done to that ugly bitch? Negative and ugly bitches! That’s this family :)

Anyways. As I was saying. So I fell asleep? Well,,,, not really lol but it seems I made the right choice but since (actually since we landed in the fkn country they’ve been attacking me as always— her and her demon spawn— we believe in god my ass. Why act like that if you believe yourself a Muslim ? Bc islam is a hateful religion according to these ppl 🙄 this has been an ongoing thing since she was laughing ab us being useless and nothing to her and I got pissed bc why the fuck is actually wrong with you as a human being that lives and breathes. Like… actually. Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you? I said why do I gotta do anything for you considering this is how you talk about me— always making jokes about killing me and slaughtering me. Like a lil bitch. No. I will fucking say it. Fuck her. And fuck her spawn. We’ll see if I ever actually ever again speak to them. I am so serious right now.

I ain’t even going back to sweden. I’m getting gran there then I’m coming back to England. Luckily we have this house here so. That’s always nice. Honestly. She can pull the house too I don’t mind. I don’t mind being homeless. I bet I could still get a good life. She’s soft tho so she won’t do that to me. I mean she’ll do worse shit to me— the single most loyal person to her that has fought with everyone for her sake and left everything in their life that were ready to sacrifice everything for her but she sits there now. lol. Because I don’t take verbal abuse she’s angry. Boohoo.

She’s like nobody helps me then ofc she takes it out on me. What else is new. I’ve always been getting shit treated because I’m willing to stand with shitty behaviour and still do good for the people that mistreat me but the only issue they have is I don’t sit quiet. I say shit back. I talk up for myself. Now if only I kept my fkn mouth shut. lol. They wish.

Anyways. I got fired. Which is fine. Now they’re bothering the other kids to do baby things for her and she’s fed up and tired. Like??? What did she think would happen?? I’m literally the only reason you had a life. Because I actually gave my life up (partly because of my agoraphobia and mostly because I thought she suffered enough— still do!) I ain’t no angel or saint. I’ve always been too argumentative and annoying and in your face and my word choice has always been especially harsh. Like. Nothing new. Whatever.

I, however, unlike these people and their shit personalities have always tried to better myself and bite my tongue more and more and more and more and more. I could have done far worse damage.

They have tag teamed me. They have assaulted me. My one mistake is always fighting back. My one ☝️ issue is always fighting for myself. Because I have me and me and me and me and I’ve always been alone no matter how much good I’ve done and how well I’ve behaved but people have only ever seen what they wanna see and they are hellbent on hating me and seeing me as a demon they need to exterminate the personality and human off while keeping the shell that serves them and honors them. They’re lucky I decided a long time ago to honor family and what means to me. The blood version of it even when they have never honored me. I don’t regret my choices or my actions. I think I could have done more. I could have been worse. I never let my pettiness get in the way (expect for the arguing back——— that’s one pleasure I have never denied myself but I could have been harsher— less refined with my word choice. I have let them keep their delusional and nonexistent ideals of themselves. Never spoke up on it.

Anyways. I’m working on my essay again. That’s something. My back hurts and I need to get back to the gym and I’ve decided to surgical remove my eyelids. They’re too big!!!!!!! I can’t do any makeup!!! I’m wondering if I should remove my cheekbones or just let it be. Idk. I also really wanna do a hysterectomy……. Scared to hell and back tho. I hate surgery.

Gonna get all the piercings I’ve always wanted. I don’t care for these people and upkeeping their image any longer. That’s it from me 🫡.

[five-rivers]

Whoops, it's been a bit, hasn't it? Anyway, I'm also writing this particular entry for Dannymay Day 4: Wander. Have fun! Poll at the bottom.

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“The Lost Library,” said Danny.  That had to be the easiest to convince his parents of.  It was full of knowledge (something his parents liked), and it didn’t have anything really weird going on, physically, spatially, or socially.  What wasn’t to like?

Mom raised an eyebrow.  “Lost, as in no one knows where it is?  Would you be searching for it?”

“Ooh, like an archeological expedition!” said Dad.  “Setting up for something like that would be an interesting challenge!” 

“What?  No, no.  Everyone knows where it is.  Well.  Maybe not everyone.  But a lot of people.  I know where it is.  Theoretically.  I just haven’t been there.  Yet.  Yet.  Because when you hear about it, you’ll definitely want me to check it out.”  He nodded, as if he believed that.  Confidence was key.  “It’s a library.  Obviously.  But the lost part isn’t because it’s lost.  It’s the Lost Library because the things in it are lost.  The Lost Library has every book that doesn’t exist anymore.”

“That doesn’t make sense, though,” said Dad.  “If the books are there, then they exist.”

“Yeah,” said Danny, “it’s like, when the last copy of a book is destroyed, one pops up in the library.  In the Lost Library.  So there’s all sorts of stuff there.  Loads of books have been destroyed.  Like, cuneiform tablets, all those Greek plays, and works by Greek philosophers… and treatises by scientists whose ideas were ahead of their time.  There are even books by ghosts”  He looked up at his parents hopefully.  “It’s also safe.  Librarians are always really brutal about behaving properly in libraries.”

“But you haven’t been there before.”

“No,” said Danny.  “But I’ve been to other libraries.  The Lost Library sounds cool, right?”

“There’s probably a lot of books that aren’t very good there, too,” said Dad, pensively.  “Rough drafts that were only ever seen by one person.  Theses that never got defended.”  He paused.  “Does it record movies too?  There are a lot of old movies that were destroyed down to the last copy.”

“I don’t know.  I haven’t been there yet.  I mean… it wouldn’t surprise me?  It’s a type of recording.”  

Mom and Dad looked at each other, seemingly having a discussion with their eyebrows alone.  

Finally, with a sigh, Mom broke away.  “Alright,” she said, “but no wandering off.  You go straight to the library, explore the library, then come straight home.  No detours.”

Danny's shoulders slumped under the weight of her regard.  “Okay, okay.  I won’t.”

“It’s for your safety, son,” said Dad.  “We don’t want you to be hurt.”

“I know, I know,” said Danny.  “When can I go?”

This triggered another conversation of eyebrows.  

“Tomorrow morning,” said Mom.  “And you’ll be taking the full rig.”

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Danny’s landing on the stairs of the Lost Library was a little clumsy around the bulk of the so-called full rig.  The full rig consisted of essentially every portable sensor, camera, and microphone that Danny’s parents had ever invented, plus several that Danny himself had come up with.  In duplicate.  

It wasn’t heavy for Danny - he’d been able to bench press buses in high school, and although he hadn’t grown any since then, his strength had.  It was, however, large, and if he didn’t want to break anything on it, he had to be careful about how he moved.

The things Danny did for science…  And for his parents’ peace of mind…

He marched up the stairs, mentally skipping.  His experience in the libraries of the Zone had been mixed.  There was the Ghostwriter’s library (bad, but mostly his fault), the Far Frozen’s library (unfortunately heavy on dry medical texts), Pandora’s library (literally in Ancient Greek, but interesting once he’d learned that language), Clockwork’s library (dangerous), and the Library of Tongues (he was a member).  He had a good feeling about this one, though.  They had something of a partnership with the Library of Tongues, since many lost works were written in less-than-common scripts.  

He passed the manticore statues guarding the door and entered a long receiving room that must stretch all along the front of the library building.  There were small bookshelves and armchairs scattered about, and in the center was a broad, wooden reception desk, staffed by a single ghost wearing grecian robes.  There were no doors leading further into the library.

“Not what I expected,” said Mom in Danny’s ear.  The full rig included communication equipment, too.

“There are a lot of people that want to destroy this place,” explained Danny.  “Sometimes works are lost because someone made them lost, and wants to keep them that way.  There are thieves, too.  It needs security.”

“What about the books out here?” asked Jack.  

“Copies,” said Danny.  “Ones circulated widely enough through the Realms that there’s no real risk to having them available to the public.”

He approached the desk.  The ghost there watched him cautiously.  

“Hi!” he said.  “My name is Phantom, I’m a member of the Library of Tongues, and I’m recording for a group of scientists who are interested in your work here.  I was wondering if I could have browsing access to your collection?”

“Card, please,” said the ghost, holding out her hand.

Danny fished his wallet out from his inner pockets - something made much more difficult by all the equipment he was wearing.  But, with only a bit of inhuman contortion, he managed.  He removed first his Amity Park Public Library Card (simple plastic, slightly bent, all relevant information printed on it), and then his Library of Tongues card (lacquered wood, with a large burnt spot in the center, otherwise blank).  

She examined both of them, both with her eyes and with an unfamiliar ghost power that left a green sheen on both cards.  Satisfied, she nodded to herself.  

“You’re eligible for the standard rate for Library of Tongues members,” she said.  “One book, translated, for one week of access.  You choose the languages, we choose the book.”

Despite the small titter of protest from his parents, Danny nodded.  “Deal.  Elysian Greek to English.”  He needed the practice.  

The ghost nodded and made a note on a piece of paper.  “As a visitor, you are also required to choose one navigational aid.”  She set out several badges labeled ‘visitor.’  Each one had a different symbol on it.  

“Navigational aid?” asked Danny, examining the symbols.  Each was rendered in clear, black lines, their identities obvious.  They were candle in a holder with a looped handle, a glass-cased lantern, a feather quill, a magnifying lens, and, finally, a gong, complete with mallet.  

“We are called the Lost Library for more reasons than one,” said the librarian, primly.  “All those who wander are not lost, and we’d like to keep it that way.”

Why did everyone seem to think he’d wander off and get lost, lately?  It wasn’t like it had ever happened.  Long term.  

Anyway.

“So, I’ll be assigned a guide or something?  Is that what you mean by aide?”

“Goodness, no.  We’re all far too busy for that.  No, it’s a guided alteration.  I have some doubts about the efficiency of the system, mind you, but we have yet to figure out anything better.”  She tapped her finger against the surface of the counter, next to the badges.  “Choose.”

“Wait!” said Maddie, loudly, in his ear.  “Don’t just go along with it like that!  Ask more questions!  What will they do, how will they help?”

This is a poll fic set in my Kingdom of Fish series!

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“Convince us,” said Mom, leaning forward over the remains of dinner.  

“Um, what?” said Danny, leaning back.  “What do you mean?”

Mom made a circular motion with one hand.  “Next time you go out to take readings, you want to go explore somewhere new.  We want you to stay in the areas you already know.  This is all about continuing our research, so convince us.  Why should we let you go somewhere else?”

All three of them knew that ‘let’ was a polite fiction.  Once Danny was in the Ghost Zone, he could go wherever he wanted, and his parents wouldn’t be able to stop him.  He’d also demonstrated his ability to get into the Ghost Zone even when his parents had him locked out of the portal controls.  He didn’t need permission.

However, his eyes still nervously slid over to Dad, who nodded encouragingly.  Danny wanted that permission.  He opened his mouth to speak��

“Pick one place to argue about,” said Mom, interrupting.  “One place.  Not a whole list.”Well.  That made things harder.  There were a lot of places he wanted to go, but maybe he could narrow it down to just a few choices…

[ssentimentals]

open your eyes {choi seungcheol}

pairing: seungcheol x gn!reader

prompt: 'all this time, it was always, it has always been you.' (friends to lovers au featuring mutual pining and a bit dumb seungcheol)

warnings: none, it's but as always pov is not consistent here.

it’s a bit disorienting, if seungcheol is honest with himself. everything is as it was before, nothing changed and yet. he can’t get soonyoung’s words out of his mind, his drunken ‘listen, you two are practically married, why you will start dating?’ that slipped out yesterday made everyone laugh. and really, soonyoung says a lot of crap when alcohol loosens his tongue and no one really pays him much attention, seungcheol himself included, but this comment got stuck in his head. he thinks of your face, how you laughed it off along with everyone, never once turning to meet his gaze. the comment was supposed to be funny but seungcheol did not laugh, he simply couldn’t bring himself to; he only forced a dry chuckle out.

there’s a nagging thought in his mind, it chews him out from the inside, stirs and wakes all of the other thoughts as well along with his insecurities. has he ever thought of you in this case? he did, of course, at the beginning. right when you two just met, your radiance captivated him and he did think that maybe something romantic can spur out of this. but then when friendship with you solidified, those thoughts vanished from his head, because your friendship is the best thing that happened to him since he moved to the new city and he treasured it too much to spoil it with thoughts about love. and that’s the thing - he loves you. romantically or not is another question, but if he knows one thing for sure is that he does love you with his whole heart.

‘what’s got you frowning like that?’ your voice startles him from his stupor. when seungcheol comes back to reality, you’re standing in front of him with a box of takeout in your hands. ‘cheol? you okay? i knocked twice before letting myself in, just so you know.’

he scrambles to get up on his feet, shocked that he didn’t even hear you knocking or coming in. ‘sorry, just- nevermind. you…came?’

you look up at him, confused. ‘yes? you asked me to, remember?’ then you look around, frowning. ‘is it a bad time now? i can come later if you-’

‘no-no!’ get it together, cheol. ‘i’m sorry, i’m too in my head, of course you can come in now.’

you stare back at him, hesitant. he makes a small talk, which by itself is weird, because there are no small talks between two of you. busying yourself with placing takeout boxes on the table, you study him closely, noticing how nervous he looks and how out of character he behaves. could it be..? you shake your head, getting rid of these thoughts. no, no way. throughout the years of your friendship, many people threw comments questioning your ‘friendship’ status, there were a lot of the ‘oh, sorry, i thought you two are a couple’ and bunch of ‘that’s not how friends look at each other!’ but although you hoped and hoped - seungcheol never reacted. so your hopes died within you, somehow without tormenting your feelings for him in the first place. at first it felt horribly lonely to be the only one who’s pining, but with some time you came to an astounding realization that seungcheol loves you just like you love him, but he can’t distinguish his feelings. (‘will you honestly just wait without telling him?’ your friend asked one time, sighing. ‘he should understand on his own.’ you replied to her that time, keeping fingers crossed that the time will come sooner than later.)

‘you are being weird,’ you decide to voice out as you both start eating. ‘did something happen?’

‘soonyoung was very rowdy yesterday,’ he says absentmindedly, making you your favorite tea. ‘anyway, are you coming to that festival this week? i thought you and i could go to that lake thing?’

‘you mean riding on a boat?’ you ask and when he nods, your heart flutters even if you try to stop it. ‘i- it’s a couple activity, it was advertised as such. i don’t think we should go. you can take soonyoung with you though, it’d be hilarious.’

seungcheol pouts at that. he puts the cup right next to you and whines: ‘i don’t want to go with soonyoung and i don’t care if it’s for couples, i want to go there with you.’

you take a steadying breath at this. god, how can he not see? how can he not- ‘why?’ you ask, meeting his gaze. ‘why with me?’

seungcheol reels back, frowning. ‘what do you mean? you don’t want to go?’

‘cheol, just..’ you sigh, standing up. you come to stand next to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. ‘cheollie. just think, okay? why me? why do you want to go somewhere for couples with me?’

seungcheol looks at you, eyebrows furrowed, mouth drawn together in a tight line. his first reaction is to ask what do you mean again but he holds back. he looks in your eyes and thinks. why you? this is such an absurd question for him because.. who else? he doesn’t want anyone else. of course he wants to go there with you- ‘oh. my. god.’

you literally see how it all clicks for him on his face, how his eyes go from distant to shining with realization. it would have been comical if you weren’t so in love with the guy; your hands start trembling and grip his shoulders tightly. in hopes of supporting him you send him a soft smile, although your bottom lip is quivering and you feel close to crying for whatever reason. ‘do you understand now?’

he blinks fast and gulps loudly, slowly rising. ‘i- all this time-’

he looks so shocked that you chuckle, trying to make atmosphere lighter. ‘it’s alright, i’m just glad it didn’t take you till the end of the year.’

‘it was always you,’ he breathes out in awe. ‘all this time, it was always, it has always been you and- whoa, i’m so dumb.’

at this you finally break, laughing loudly and he joins you, laughing in disbelief. he takes you by the waist, not pulling you closer, but not letting you stray away either. ‘wait,’ he says in a more solemn voice. ‘you asked because you knew that i loved you? and you also..’

‘it did not take me that long to catch up as it did for you.’ you finish for him, smiling. ‘and i said nothing because i wanted you to come to it yourself.’

the way seungcheol looks at you is very familiar and yet different at the same time; his gaze is full of affection and fondness as it always was, but now gratefulness and disbelief is also a part of it. he looks like he can't believe his luck, like he's two seconds away from pinching himself just to check that it's all real. you honestly can relate because there's a roar of the heartbeat in your ears and you barely can stand, cause knees suddenly feel like jelly.

‘does it mean…’ seungcheol tugs you even closer until your face is almost pressed to his and smiles at your flustered state, ‘that we can go on that boat thing? together?’

your breath hitches and there’s no way that he can’t heart your rapid heartbeat now. ‘the one that is for couples?’

seungcheol nods. ‘enough time wasted on being just friends, don’t you think so?’

your hands come up, circling his shoulders. ‘we will hear some much shit from everyone about taking our sweet time,’ you mumble as he leans in, pressing small kisses all over your face. it’s an innocent enough gesture but your heart squeezes all the same. ‘cheollie.’ 

‘hm?’ he leans back to get a good look at you. ‘they can say whatever they want, baby.’

you blush at the petname and he smirks, pecking your lips lightly. ‘babe? love? honey? which one do you like?’ he laughs when you hit his chest and hugs you tight, kissing your temple. ‘i have to make up for the time we lost, so get ready.’ 

you sigh in satisfaction, nuzzling into his neck. you did it bunch of times before but this feels different, more romantic somehow. ‘i am ready,’ you whisper and close your eyes as he hugs you even tighter. 

a/n: it's been a while since i've written a proper one-shot instead of imagines, so hopefully this one is good. here is link to my other works, check them out as well <3 - nini

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[lasnevadaslaborunion]

c!quackity: this is a long one...

💤 A headcanon about their sleep

🦾 A disability headcanon

💔 An angsty headcanon

🪢 A headcanon about their family

🍫 A headcanon about food

😭 A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them.

Oh boy, this IS a long one :]

A headcanon about their sleep: c!Quackity has had an atrocious sleep schedule ever since Manberg, and many nights, he has a hard time falling asleep at all. For a while, he learned he has an easier time falling asleep when he's high in the air, under the open sky. The sparkling stars above El Rapids, the whistling wind atop the Needle... they comforted him. Nowadays, being high up doesn't help as much.

A disability headcanon: Less of a headcanon and more of an observation, but c!Quackity in the Las Nevadas arc displays many symptoms consistent with orbitofrontal cortex (part of the brain just above the eyes, related to impulse control and decision-making) dysfunction. I've got to do a whole write-up about that sometime...

Anyway, related headcanon. Between the head injury of his first death and the fall damage of his second, c!Quackity has difficulty walking now. He uses a cane as a mobility aid, a navigation aid, and sometimes as an improvised weapon.

An angsty headcanon: I debated whether this one is too dark... oh, well, I'm going for it.

Soft version: El Rapids isn't his biological child. He only pretended it was as a coping mechanism.

Full version: c!Quackity became pregnant with c!Schlatt's child not long after the elections happened. He kept it a secret for a while after finding out, hoping to make it a surprise. And then, he kept it a secret longer, worried that the baby wasn't safe. When c!Schlatt didn't remember his pregnancy, c!Q wasn't sure whether to feel upset or relieved.

He doesn't know whether it was the conditions in Pogtopia, or a fight he had with c!Schlatt, or the explosions in the war of the 16th, or - god forbid - his own decision to eat c!Schlatt's heart that led to things going wrong... but go wrong they did.

c!Quackity desperately wants a family, but he's terrified of things going wrong again. He needs conditions to be perfect before he's ready to try once more.

A headcanon about their family: A sillier one, as a palate cleanser for the above. I think it's funny to imagine that c!Sam adopted c!Q as an adult, purely for legal benefits. They still largely behave as friends and business partners, aside from occasional jokes about their official status.

A headcanon about food: c!Quackity has a stomach of steel. He can digest practically anything, from the richest rich food served on tiny fancy restaurant plates, to actual rotten meat. He does, however, have a mild allergy to chocolate.

A headcanon about the worst thing that happened to them: c!Quackity often wonders if he deserved everything that happened to him for being dumb enough to side with c!Schlatt, unwittingly kicking off the chain of events that brought him to where he is now. He usually doesn't entertain that line of thought very long, either finding someone else to blame for it or proclaiming that it doesn't matter anymore. But he can never completely banish the insecurity.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt: Wei Wuxian has achieved time travel! He's gonna fix so many broken things. Unfortunately, WWX has miscalculated a teensy tiny variable and instead of arriving in his original 15yo body in Lotus Pier, he's crash landed in MXY's tiny 7~8yo body at Mo Manor. But no problem, he can fix this if he can just find his real body. (Meanwhile, Yunmeng Jiang's head disciple is acting the wrong kind of childish, aka, Mo Xuanyu is having the weirdest day of his young life.)

Switcheroo - ao3

Mo Xuanyu thought that this Wei Wuxian person whose body he’d stolen must have been a really interesting person, mostly because he’d been here for three days so far and nobody’d noticed the switch yet.

Possibly it had to do with the fact that Mo Xuanyu still wasn’t exactly sure how he’d stolen the body – he’d just gone to sleep in the shed, same as always, and then he’d woken up in the softest bed he’d ever encountered in his life…no, softer than even his dreams! He’d thought it over and concluded that he must have died from cold out in the shed, turned into a fierce ghost out of resentment, grown powerful (somehow), then stolen some rich young master’s body when they weren’t paying close enough attention and, once he’d possessed the body, promptly lost all his memory of being a ghost.

It seemed like the only logical course of events.

He was very sorry about it, though. Wei Wuxian seemed like a nice, if very unusual person.

The first day, Mo Xuanyu had barely even noticed the body-switch, being quite so enamored of the soft bed he was in – he’d refused to get out of bed at all, declaring that he was going to lie in and sleep for a century or more, and the people who’d come to the door to get him didn’t beat him or anything over it, but rather just laughed or rolled their eyes and then left him to it. Luckily, at the time, he’d just assumed he was dead or something and proceeded to ignore everything in favor of napping.

He only acknowledged that he was alive later in the afternoon, when his stomach started growling – it seemed like a very unlikely thing for a dead man’s stomach to do.

Mo Xuanyu had by that point figured out that he wasn’t himself anymore, which was fine since he didn’t much like himself; he’d also figured out, through looking himself over, that he was old now. At least fifteen or sixteen, which was twice the age he last remembered himself being. That was fine, too, though: being older meant that he was stronger and faster and would be better able to handle it when people wanted to beat him or something. Most importantly, though, it meant he was old enough to enter the kitchen on his own!

Mo Xuanyu already knew that he wasn’t allowed to eat at the main table, being only the bastard son of the younger daughter, and the cook back at home was a fierce woman who didn’t allow anyone under the age of ten into her kitchen; as a result, he had to wait for his mother to bring him back some food, and it was always cold and not quite enough. Now, though, since he was older, he figured he might as well try to go to the kitchen and fill his belly that way.

Luckily, while his current body’s house was much bigger than the Mo house, all houses were generally built along the same lines, so it wasn’t hard to find the kitchen. Everyone there laughed when he showed up, even though he’d tried to be very quiet and sneak in and then screwed it up by tripping over his own feet – it seemed like everyone thought he was doing it on purpose to be funny – and then the cooks gave him a meal of his own that was hot and fresh and wonderful.

He'd wolfed it down.

“Honestly, Wei Wuxian, you eat like a hungry ghost, you’d think the Jiang clan starves you,” one of them scolded him, but with a smile, and from that Mo Xuanyu learned that the rich young master was called Wei Wuxian and that he lived with the Jiang clan. The different surnames confused him a little, but he didn’t dare ask any questions about it, so he just stuffed his mouth and pretended that was the reason he couldn’t answer.

No one questioned it.

No one questioned it when he went wandering all around instead of doing whatever chores or duties he’d been assigned, either. Someone had actually seen him hovering by a door and asked him to bring back a pheasant when he returned, so out of lack of better options he’d headed outside to try to go find one.

He had a pretty good time walking around the forest, then remembered what he’d been asked and chased the pheasants for a while, without success . Fortunately, he then got lucky and stumbled over an old snare that had three pheasants caught inside, so he’d picked up the whole box and carted it back home.

“Three,” one of the boys in purple-blue marveled as he saw Mo Xuanyu walking towards the kitchen. “You know, people say that the birds around the Lotus Pier have gotten too smart to be caught easily, but look at our da-shixiong; he makes it look easy!”

From this, Mo Xuanyu could figure out that Wei Wuxian was (apparently!) part of a cultivator clan, apparently located at a place called the Lotus Pier, and that he was the oldest or at least head disciple, to boot. He knew all about cultivator clans from his mother, since apparently his father had been a sect leader, and that meant he knew enough to call the other boy ‘shidi’ as he passed, making the other boy beam happily.

It also meant that when he chanced a guess and called the young woman in a pretty pink dress who waved at him ‘shijie’, she smiled and nodded, which meant to him that he’d done the right thing.

“I heard you slept even more of the morning away than usual,” she told him, but didn’t seem too upset about it. “I bet that means you’ll be skipping dinner and staying up all night, hmm?”

Mo Xuanyu had no intention of skipping dinner if it was anything like what the kitchens had given him earlier, actually, but while he was still trying to figure out a way to say that, she said, leaning in close to whisper, “It’s probably a good idea, anyway – Mother and Father are fighting again. Just go to the kitchens to grab something…I promise I’ll make it up to you with some soup tomorrow, pork ribs and lotus roots, your favorite. All right?”

“Shijie, you’re the best,” Mo Xuanyu said effusively, willing to die for her at once, and she laughed and tousled his hair.

“I am,” she said, looking happy. “And if my little A-Xian stays good and obedient, I may even feed him.”

She did, too, the next day when he finally tore himself out of the beautiful wonderful soft bed and went to go find her. She’d made him soup, just as he’d promised, and laughed and laughed for some reason: apparently, she interpreted him being quiet and not talking too much as his efforts to be ‘good and obedient’, which was apparently so out of the ordinary as to be a deliberate joke.

From this, Mo Xuanyu concluded that the young master he’d possessed, Wei Wuxian, was a jackass.

Well, perhaps that was a bit harsh. Arrogant and self-centered, talented and brave and probably brilliant, definitely charming and maybe even kind, but also spoiled and inclined to step on other people to get where he wanted to go, if Mo Xuanyu had to guess – why else would everyone constantly react as if him not being obnoxious was the world’s biggest stunt?

No one seemed to expect anything of him at all: he didn’t do any chores, and no one batted an eyelid; he didn’t go where he was told, and everyone just sighed…at one point the sect leader himself came and patted him on the head, scolding him in a joking tone that he hadn’t seen him leading any of the training the way he was supposed to – but when Mo Xuanyu quailed, he’d burst out laughing, telling ‘Wei Wuxian’ to stop pretending to be a scared little rabbit, that it was fine if he’d gotten distracted by some clever new invention or whatever, that someone else would handle it, that he should take as long as he needed.

Mo Xuanyu had pasted a great big smile on his face through force of effort and agreed cheerfully.

The sect leader had accepted it.

Probably a jackass, but clearly a beloved one, Mo Xuanyu thought to himself as he packed up clothing and a few small treasures that no one would miss, a little wistful. The scare of the whole encounter had put things in perspective – he wasn’t going to be able to keep up this sort of façade for long. In fact, he was shocked he’d managed it so long already; surely, no matter how many pranks this Wei Wuxian played, no matter how childishly he behaved, surely someone should’ve noticed that he was actually an eight-year-old masquerading as a sixteen-year-old?

Mo Xuanyu couldn’t decide whether it was sad that no one paid too much attention or something that this Wei Wuxian fellow had brought down on his own head by being so consistently annoying.

Either way, there was nothing for it – he was going to have to leave.

Now that part was really sad: he’d never in his life had such good food, or such a soft bed, or even so many people that just seemed plain old happy to see him as since he’d arrived in this place. But he wasn’t the one all those things were for; he was just a sad ghost possessing a person, and if he stayed, the cultivators would eventually figure out something was wrong and exorcise him.

Probably violently.

Mo Xuanyu probably deserved it, too, but despite that he wasn’t willing.

So he packed up what he could and headed out.

He got all the way to the gate before a new purple-clad disciple – about his age, if he had to guess, and holding a pack like he’d just come back from a trip, with a scowl on his face – called out for Wei Wuxian.

Mo Xuanyu waved a little, hoping that that would be enough.

For the first time, it wasn’t.

The boy’s face settled into an even deeper scowl.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” he demanded. “Wei Wuxian! You’re acting all weird – hey! Where are you going?”

Mo Xuanyu was running away, obviously. He wasn’t about to get tied up and exorcised, no thank you.

He didn’t think he’d make it, but it was still worth trying.

Sure enough, the purple-clad boy who was probably called Jiang Cheng, based on what everyone was calling out as they ran by, got tired of running and jumped on his sword, and there was no way Mo Xuanyu would be able to outrun a sword, not even if he tried as fast as he –

Someone picked him up.

It wasn’t Jiang Cheng.

Mo Xuanyu turned his head and stared.

It must be some sort of yao, he thought. Humans were definitely not that pretty.

“Lan Wangji!” Jiang Cheng howled. “What are you even doing in the Lotus Pier?! Put my shixiong down!”

The rescuer, Lan Wangji, frowned a little at Mo Xuanyu.

Mo Xuanyu didn’t know exactly what expression he ought to be making in return, and was a bit too dazed to even dare to guess. He’d just noticed that they were flying – flying! on a sword! – and he was clutching onto this Lan Wangji’s shoulders for dear life.

“You are not Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said. His voice sounded very definitive.

“Uh,” Mo Xuanyu said. “Sorry? Please don’t drop me.”

“I will not. What is your name?”

“Mo Xuanyu,” Mo Xuanyu admitted, and Lan Wangji’s eyes widened as if that meant something to him – except it couldn’t, of course, because Mo Xuanyu was sure he’d never met anyone even remotely like this Lan Wangji fellow in his life. “I don’t remember taking his body. I’m sorry. Can you not exorcise me? I don’t want to die.”

Lan Wangji was silent for a long moment.

He was still flying very fast, and Jiang Cheng was still following, shouting out curses and demands that he stop, not that Lan Wangji was listening.

“There will be no exorcism,” he finally said, and Mo Xuanyu exhaled in relief. “We will, however, fix this.”

“…we?”

“Wei Ying and myself.”

Mo Xuanyu nodded. That sounded more likely than anyone relying on his participation.

“Where are we going?” he asked. Jiang Cheng was falling further and further behind.

“Mo Village.”

Mo Xuanyu tensed up at once.

“You will not be left there,” Lan Wangji clarified, and – how did he know that Mo Xuanyu didn’t want to be left there? “But we must collect Wei Ying, who I suspect is currently in your body.”

“In my…I’m still alive?”

Lan Wangji was quiet again, and then said, “Yes. And you will remain so.”

That was reassuring, mostly.

“Okay,” Mo Xuanyu said, and found that he mostly felt relieved. He’d be very happy to have his normal body back again, if possible, especially if he didn’t have to stay in Mo Village…“Wait, if I don’t have to stay there, where will I go? I don’t have anywhere else to go, unless my father comes back for me. He's a sect leader –”

“He will not, and even if he did, you should not go with him. Once Wei Ying returns to his body, you will be able to stay at the Lotus Pier. If you do not wish to stay there, I will bring you back to the Cloud Recesses – that is my home – instead.”

“Oh,” Mo Xuanyu said, feeling bewildered. That was an awfully nice offer, even if Lan Wangji was feeling guilty about Wei Wuxian stealing his body by accident – which seemed like what had happened here rather than Mo Xuanyu being the one who did the stealing. Maybe he should go with Lan Wangji instead, he seemed much more responsible than Wei Wuxian was, rushing over to rescue him and explain things instead of throwing him into a body and leaving him all alone in a strange place. But on the other hand… “Is the Cloud Recesses…I mean…no offense, but…does it have…”

“Yes?”

“Does it have soft beds, too? And – and hot food?”

Mo Xuanyu didn’t need much, not really. He looked eagerly at Lan Wangji, who had an odd expression on his face briefly before wiping it back to neutral and nodding in confirmation.

“Okay,” Mo Xuanyu said, and curled up in Lan Wangji’s arms. “Then I’ll stay with you. You can take care of me.”

“I will,” Lan Wangji said, sounding strangely serious. “In return for the gift you last gave me – I will.”

[moonbaby26]

@physics-of-one-piece is out here doing the work! How much of a freak am I, that I could stare at this single frame you captured for ages though?

Me: Look! He is human! He’s vulnerable! He’s gorgeous!

Normal anyone: It is literally a tightly closed eye with sweat and a red overlay.

Me: You don’t UNDERSTANDDDDD. 😭

If you put a mystery in front of me, if you hide my favorite character’s soul by taking away the humanity of ever showing his eyes to us the audience, of course I’m going to obsess over it and over theorize/overthink a ridiculous amount.

Like most, I headcanon that we only ever see Doflamingo’s right eye because the left eye is either completely gouged out, or blinded/heavily scarred. Which would match the strike through the left eye of his jolly roger.

But the anime really doubles down with this idea, showing the arrowhead clearly hitting its mark on child!Doffy in his nightmare.

But even if all that were true, it still wouldn’t answer (in story anyway) why he’s hidden his eyes since before that injury too.

Why the dark sunglasses from even his time in Mariejois? The real answer is because Oda said so of course. Doflamingo was already established as an adult character whose eyes must remain hidden. So by the time we met child!Doffy in flashbacks, that had to stay consistent. The glasses were already part of the character.

But I still have to have an in story reason. In my Doflamingo’s Marine fic, I decided to play into the “born evil” or “born mad” trope Corazon started when he fussed to Law how unlike Doffy was from their kindhearted parents. I don’t think Corazon was correct in that assumption. But that he’s most speaking from his own trauma, as he witnessed his father murdered by this boy right in front of him. Of course he would only remember Doffy as evil with a capital E.

Yet does this look innately evil to you? Doffy had a mean streak, yes. And he had the brainwashing of the Celestial Dragons to see himself as a higher life form. But he just behaved according to those beliefs.

Dragons who betray their own kind get executed. That’s the rules and surely always has been. Outside of Doffy killing his own father and brother, we see it again with Donquixote Mjosgard’s execution after he attacked St. Charlos to protect Shirahoshi. It’s the Dragon way.

But all this “born evil” stuff from Cora made me headcanon that something else was off with Doffy at birth. And since I still needed a reason for the sunglasses from childhood too, I decided on an “evil eye” for the left eye that we never see.

Something that would have scared the other children and made Doffy too “other” in the perfect world of the Dragons. He had to wear the glasses or be a victim of social stigma. Cora bought into it too at that young age, even though that was his own brother.

And since the implied true big bad of the One Piece world is right there in Mariejois anyway, and could be a Doffy ancestor by how inbred they all surely are by now. Why not let his left eye look like the thing that really sits upon the empty throne? Before the arrow took it away anyway.

Just a random idea though, because I’m *dramatic* 🥳 and like that narrative concept of a child being unfairly marked as evil, to the point that they become it just to show you.

But it could be as simple as Doffy having light sensitivity instead, because he didn’t have enough pigment in his irises (maybe they really are pink!). Or maybe he had heterochromia (one blue/one red) and didn’t like it? We may never know!

And I’m sure Doffy prefers it that way. He’s special and mysterious. A unique gift to us all in his own mind 🤣💕.

Donquixote Doflamingo + His Eye

ONE PIECE #702

Here you go, everyone. I slowed it down + dupplicated from 11 frames to 16 frames so you can see each frame more clearly.

Next thing I'll try to do is colour correction ie remove the red overlay (I 100% think he genuinely has red/pink eyes). It's a shot in the dark but I just want to see how far I can push it and see whether the eye color is genuinely red. I swear to God if he has brown or blue eyes, it's over for me. It's so over for me.

Tagging @fanaticsnail @moonbaby26 @ohnomyhooves @saracrossing02 @ladycrocy @daydreamer-in-training cus I think you all might want to see this!

[levisgirll]

could i pls request one where the reader is having trouble eating consistently throughout the day and doesn't rlly eat much and this is where levi starts to notice and helps and comforts her? it's been hard for me to eat these last several weeks, also if you're not comfortable writing ab this you don't have to do this!

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

→ Text: Hello there Anon! Thank you for sending a request to me and of course I will be glad to write this for you! And, sorry this took a while but I really do hope you see this as I tried my best with it! Also, I am sorry to hear that you are having trouble eating. Since it has been awhile I hope you are doing better now?🥺 ♡♡♡  It must be difficult but don’t forget that you are strong enough to make it this far and I am proud of you! Hang in there, things will get better soon, trust in yourself <3 

Synopsis: Levi was quick to notice the person he loves most which is Y/N for a while that they were struggling with something. So, Levi observed them for a while and then noticed how Y/N was actually having trouble not eating much. And, it was just an instinct that Levi went out to comfort and help Y/N in his own way. Which made you realize his love for you, and you only, and how soft/sweet Levi Ackerman is towards Y/N. Find out what are the things he does and says!

Trigger Warning, some mentions of eating disorder (but focusing more on levi comforting them), angst, cute fluff, modern au, headcanons imagine♡ —

It was hard, extremely hard, and you tried your best to eat consistently throughout the day, whenever you went out hanging out with Levi, and whenever you were alone. You really did. But, all alone and not letting anyone know about it because you were quite worried and concerned to even mention it, especially to Levi, you found it hard to manage this by yourself.

Whenever Levi came over to your place, or has taken you out for lunch/dinner he noticed you won’t eat much and even skipping it, and he started to wonder if it was because you hated the choices he picked and took you or you had enough of outside food with him. But, he later observed you and had noticed you were actually struggling to eat nowadays and he wanted to talk to you, to be of use and support you. After all, you are someone to him he cared and loved.

So, he decided to come over to your place and have a chat with you, because Levi was slowly starting to be worried for you.

“Hey, Y/N. I want to talk to you about something. Come sit with me?” Levi said as he sat down on your couch, leaning forward while he rested his elbows on his thighs. He looked towards you, at your eyes which had a surprised look.

“S-Sure.” Y/N said nervously and sat from the opposite side, not sure if Levi was mad at something.

“I...have been noticing that you aren’t enjoying our lunch and dinner hangouts recently, and I also noticed you usually reject my hangouts whenever we go out to eat. Did I...do something?” He sounded quite sad and also concerned. He wanted to make sure the relationship you both had was still going good, because he loved hanging out with you and spending every minute with you. To Levi, you were his everything and he wanted to progress with this relationship and bond but to do that, he had to also make sure you were comfortable and he wanted to really help you out and be there for you!

You were taken aback from his comment, surely he misunderstood the situation, Levi started talking about how he was feeling worried  if he might have done something wrong and he had also personally observed the way you were behaving different nowadays towards him.

“No Levi...You never did anything. It’s just that...” You looked away from him and looked down towards your hands that you rested on your lap, you wanted to tell him, but you were not sure how.

But then, you felt his both hands on top of yours and he held it tightly when he bent forward, and looked at you filled with love and concern. “Just what?” He was paying close attention to what you were saying, and Levi sat there patiently and calmly, waiting whenever you wanted to respond or not.

You let out a sigh and with his touch, him caressing your hands, you held his hand back and relaxed. You decided to say instead what was on your mind to Levi. “Just, I am kind of struggling to eat nowadays Levi. It’s been hard for me to eat the past few weeks and...I am trying to but it’s kind of hard.” You said, with such a sad tone it broke Levi’s heart to hear that from someone he loved. 

But, he was glad. Levi was glad and relieved to hear that you were finally telling him what was on your mind, and how you were feeling because that was important to him. And, the fact that how Levi started the conversation in a gently and safe environment and both talked about how Y/N and Levi were feeling made it much easier for Y/N to see that Levi just actually cared for them and decided to let him know. 

Ever since you had let him know about this, Levi takes account to this and starts to help you in his own way which is filled with love with every act he does.

Levi kind of understood you as he himself, is insomniac, and he struggled to sleep but ever since with your presence and whenever you both had sleepovers, it has helped him had some extra hours of sleep and he was glad he told you and shared that with you ever since you both got close. Him letting you know about it made it less harder for him and easier for him to accept it as he didn't feel all alone anymore. Levi felt really lucky to have you. And now, he wants to give that back to you but x2, he wanted the same thing for you. “Let’s do this together.” Levi would say and he held on your hand, meaning every word he is saying.

Once you have told him you don’t really eat much, Levi gave you space to talk about how they’re feeling and what was going on for them. Levi would be very patient and would honestly listen to every word you say and keep a note of it. He would never and not even think of being annoyed about their eating habit’s as he knew it was something difficult for you and honestly, he was proud of you to have made it everyday all by yourself. He found you even stronger than him.

“Hey, I’m not good with words but, I want you to know I care about you brat. And...I am always there to help, so don’t you dare hesitate with me.” He said and ruffled your hair with a slight blush on his cheeks.

After you were slowly trying to recover, once Levi surprised you and decided to break the routine and made you light homemade food instead to encourage you a bit to eat something if you wanted to. He came over for a movie night and made food for the both of you. And, if you tried or tasted his food even just a little bit, he would smile at you and lean in to give you a soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m proud of you sweetheart.” 

‘s-sweetheart?!’ you thought as your cheeks felt hot and you looked away feeling really shy. Y/N was surprised to how Levi was being too soft and sweet, and you actually found it so cute that you both ended up cuddling each other on the couch. “Tch, you really are clingy huh?” Levi said with a smirk and joked. He made you give out a small laugh as it was ironic coming from him, and that, really really, warmed his heart. Tonight was just special for the both of you and he made you feel so special that evening. You really loved him.

Although, Levi would constantly tell you that if you ever needed his help in anyway, or to even hear you out, he was so ready for that. It was his most effective way of showing you his full support, just for you. And, it all came from his heart. 

Levi would also research and read more about how to help ‘a loved one who struggles to eat’ and ask for tips from Hanji and Armin, because he really wanted all the best for you. Your happiness is his happiness too.

Whenever Levi goes out to see his old friends, he would still ask if you would like to join. He knows that even if they do not join him, he would still ask you, making Y/N feel valued as a person and always Levi trying to include them in things. Once, Y/N went out to see Mikasa, Historia and Armin to a dessert place and Levi tagged along with Y/N. He would order for himself black tea and Y/N hot chocolate while the others would get themselves some ice cream, waffles and cakes. 

While everyone is eating and chatting, Levi would put his hand on top of your lap and caress it. Making sure you are feeling alright and he is there for you no matter what. While you saw the desserts being sweet, you thought Levi’s act was even sweeter to you and it warmed your heart. He then would lean in and whisper to your ear as the others were chatting, “I know this can be hard, and there seem to be lots of food around, but you don’t have to eat it all alright?” Levi said calmly and held your hand, he understood you so well and he knew you were still in recovery so it was a great reminder for Y/N to help them feel in control again. He really helped you out and you felt so happy sharing this with him now.

One night, you got so fed up and felt really overwhelmed. So, you decided to call Levi to come over to your place while sobbing. He came so fast, you have no idea. Hearing you tear up during the phone call, broke his heart and he wanted to hold you right now. As he entered your flat, you quickly got up, eyes swollen from your tears, “I-I..” but you suddenly got pulled towards him and Levi hugged you so tightly. That simple hug, you felt all his love towards you, and it really calmed you down and warmed your heart instead of your body. “Shhh, It’s okay. I got you.”

Levi would definitely build up your self-esteem, after all you were such a great and strong person, not everyone can handle this and it was hard. So, the fact you were for several weeks, along dealing with it, Levi would let Y/N know how strong they are, and he would tell them what a great person they are and how much Levi appreciated having Y/N in his life.  “Y/N. I know this is difficult, but I am proud of you.”

The fact that Levi was constantly trying to find out more about eating disorders and how to support them, with that act itself shows that Levi actually really cared and it helped him understand how they might be feeling. So, he would always during nights you both slept together during the weekends, he would whisper soft and gentle things to you, making you feel so much good. “Y/N...You are doing really well.” He would say as he softly caressed your cheeks with his thumb as you both laid on the bed, while you hugged around his waist. “Thanks, Levi. That means a lot.” You said and softly teared up, finally feeling so much better after a long time. “Don't thank me, I want to be here for you if you ever need me.”  Those simple words, made you tear up even more, it was just the way he said it, and how he focused on your eyes, his love is real for you. That evening, you shared a lot of love together <3 It made the both of you feel amazing!

And, when you started to eat something little by little and you told him about it or he has seen it, he would give you a smile which was quite rare to see sometimes but he has become softer with you, showing you a side only you see and no one else. “See? I believe in you. You look really happy.” and he meant it. Levi has always been honest to you and that is a strong factor of his as he does not say that easily. With all of his small comments and encouragements he has given you, it made you feel so amazing whenever you ate something even small and he made sure to make you feel good about it.

If you perhaps eat something and it made you feel down about it, Levi would be sure to cheer you up about it and try to joke around to make you laugh. Doing that to make you forget your negative thoughts and he would shower you with love too, by kissing your forehead and saying “It’s going to be okay Y/N, really.”

You won’t miss a day of Levi not sending you a text, you are after all always in his mind because he is in love with you. So he would text or call you and say “How are you doing?” He wants to know if you are doing well and what you were up to so he can see you later on the day <3

Levi one day surprised you and you got a delivery from him, it was a bouquet of roses with a box of chocolate and he left you a handwritten note saying “You look amazing. -Levi.” and that simple note, made you not stop smiling throughout the whole day and squealing about it to Hanji.

After a while, Levi finally took his chance and with time he finally confessed his love to you and how much he deeply cared and cherished you. “I love you, and I don’t think of you any differently.” Levi would say to you under the beautiful nightsky. Levi then reassure them that they are worthy and loved, and nothing they say or do will change that to him.

Ahh anon I really hope you liked this and if anyone read this I hope you did too! This came out so soft and fluff to be honest, and I really see Levi being really understandable and all because he also struggles with something else, such as not getting enough of sleep, and he would shower you with comfort, making you also feel so amazing and good? Like imagine Levi saying what I mentioned above, to you! Anyways, if you did like this please then leave a like, a reblog or leaving me message about it! Thank you all <3

[kiame-sama]

28 Years (5th Pregnancy)- Yandere!Silva x Reader

Warnings; yandere relationship, yandere tendencies, yandere behavior, yandere, mention of past trauma, pregnancy, c-section, more arguing, vasectomy, Zeno is so done with his son's bullshit

"No. We are not doing this again. I won't allow it!" "Hey, I told you how to fix this from ever happening again." "I did use protection. It clearly didn't work." "I didn't say 'use protection' did I? I said you should get a vasectomy since it's clear that regular protection and emergency medication doesn't work!" "I shouldn't have to-"

"ENOUGH!"

You and Silva fell silent at the firm and loud command from Zeno, looking over at the frustrated elder assassin. He happened to be holding young Alluka in his arms while the infant whined and cried from all the noise, compelling you to take the young child and set to comforting the infant. Alluka quickly quieted once in your grasp and allowed you to return your attention to the matter at hand, the new heartbeat that originated from within you.

You had been trying to avoid a third pregnancy given your prior back-to-back pregnancies and your already fragile health, yet here you were with another infant growing within you. You assumed something like this would happen, given your past attempts with contraceptives and how little they actually worked. Naturally, you suggested Silva have a vasectomy as it was not only a surefire way, but also a reversible surgery.

Originally, you suggested getting your tubes tied despite the danger that came with it but Silva quickly shot down the idea with his usual explanation of not wanting to lose you. Silva knew somewhere in him that the typical contraceptives wouldn't work, given the fact that he had used several similar methods to trigger a termination of prior pregnancies you were unaware of. He had hoped in some way that your body hadn't built up a resistance to them, but he also knew it was going to happen eventually.

He did plan on undergoing a vasectomy when you had first suggested it, but he quickly forgot about it in favor of getting to finally fuck you senseless now that your body had somewhat recovered after your most recent pregnancy. He had just been so relieved you were able to be brought back from your cardiac arrest following his mistake of once again taking your child away, and couldn't help himself from indulging in his favorite pass-time; fucking you. It was clear to everyone how addicted Silva was to you, in the way he would always return to your side after a job, how he would guard you jealously from anyone other than himself.

He was so whipped for you.

But now, you had a serious choice to make for your future and the future of the life already growing within you. It wasn't hard to guess what Silva wants to have happen, and some part of you agreed after enduring all that you had. Yet... You still felt that maternal connection already forming, wanting to protect all of your children from Silva, even the new child within you that had yet to take even a first breath.

"You're not keeping it." "Yes, I am." "No. I won't tolerate this again!" "Good thing you aren't the one who has to tolerate it. Last time I checked, its my body that goes through all the strain and effort of pregnancy, not your’s." "Are you doing this just to hurt yourself? To try and exhaust your body to the point of death?" "... Again, last time I checked, I wasn't the cause of my heart stopping." "..."

Silva stood silently, passive expression on his face as he wrestled with his own mind over the matter at hand. On one side, you were right; he was the reason he almost lost you, he's been the reason every single time. Even if it was complications during birth, it was still his fault entirely for getting you pregnant in the first place. On the other, he knew the immense toll another pregnancy will have on your body and the chances of you dying during birth increased with each one. The odds were not good.

It was then Silva spoke, his voice gentle and not at all like what you were expecting him to growl out with. It was the voice you scarcely heard on those far and few between days Silva would be truly gentle in every way, usually reserved for when he decided to honestly apologize to you for something. He was proud and cold, but there were those moments when that pride was set aside, when he would actually explain how he felt instead of leaving it at short sentences that never offered answers.

"(Y/n), don't do this again. Don't stubbornly hold on to this one. I know you already love it, as you love all of our children, and you will always fight for their safety no matter what, but for once you need to let me win. Let it go." "... If I say 'no', will you take it from me anyway?" "(Y/n)..." "Are you going to take my baby away from me again, Silva?" "..."

A soft sigh left Silva's lips as he frowned, knowing you were going to win the argument regardless of what he said or did. He knew he owed you more than he could give and there was no way he would force you to give the child up. If you truly wanted to keep it, he wouldn't be able to convince you otherwise. Still didn't mean he had to like it.

"There is no sense in saying the obvious or telling you the risks you run having another baby so soon after your two prior pregnancies." "I know..."

Zeno hummed in a contemplative way, knowing Silva would refuse to go out on a job while you are pregnant and he had already refused to leave the Zoldyck estate in favor of keeping an eye on you. Given how intensely and fiercely he protected you, Zeno knew the immense toll the pregnancies have taken on Silva as well as you. But no one in the family wanted a repeat of the events that took place after Silva had taken Alluka away from you without telling you.

It was going to be a long eight months.

~~~~Four Months~~~~

"You need to sleep, (y/n)." "But what if something happens?" "Nothing is going to happen." "You don't know that..."

Silva frowned as he watched you pace in front of the couch in your shared rooms, chewing on your lip as you cradled your youngest in your arms. The child had already fallen asleep in your arms an hour ago, yet you still held on securely and refused to set your baby down for even a moment. Silva had seen the way you reacted to Illumi being taken and the subsequent over protective behavior you showed once you got him back in your arms.

Your behavior now was similar to how you behaved then, refusing to let your infant out of your sight to the point of impacting your health negatively. Silva knew you were reacting the way you were because of how he had managed to take Alluka from you in the first place. He had taken Alluka while you were sleeping even though you slept with the infant swaddled in a pile of blankets in your arms, so now you refused to sleep in fear Alluka would disappear from your arms once again.

Now he had to face the lasting consequences of his actions in the form of soothing you to the point of trusting him once more. It was going to take a while, however, as Silva had broken your already fragile trust yet again by stealing away your newborn, so it was unlikely he would be able to get you to trust him completely any time soon. Instead of the trust he once had, he had to watch you slip away into anxiety driven behavior due to his careless and selfish behavior.

It was driving him mad to watch you slip into such frenzied behavior, especially given the fact that you were enduring your third pregnancy in a row. Not only did you need sleep now more than ever, but you also had been refusing food in favor of feeding Alluka instead. It infuriated Silva to no end, as he had no choice but to let your anxious behavior play out until you calmed down once more. He wasn't going to chance doing anything that may be upsetting to you, but that also meant he wasn't going to force you to rest no matter how much he wanted to.

"At least sit down, (y/n)." "With you? No. No, not again." "I swear to you, I won't take-" "You've said that before, and it didn't stop you from taking Alluka away from me." "I'm aware I made a mistake, but I assure you-" "No."

It was going to be a long four months until you gave birth again and potentially trusted him once more.

~~~~Six Months~~~~

You hummed as you looked down at where your darling Alluka slept, curled up and held securely in the arms of Illumi. Silva had reached a breaking point when it came to your anxious and stressed behavior, deciding to allow Illumi to be by your side consistently so you would finally relax and get some much needed sleep. The presence of your eldest nearby did wonders to soothe you, trusting in your son to take care of his little sibling and keep Silva from stealing the infant away.

Though Silva disliked the fact that he had to share your attention and affection with his eldest son, the alternative was far worse in his opinion. You had gotten to the point of rarely sleeping so you could ensure Silva could not steal your baby away, draining yourself immensely in the process to the point you were not only rapidly losing weight, but you were becoming far less coordinated by the day. When enough was enough, he consulted his father on what his next step should be and the answer was obvious; let Illumi help take care of your wellbeing.

Your eldest practically jumped at the chance to spend unlimited amounts of time with you, not even perturbed by the fact that he had to take care of his youngest sibling. An extra cot was added into the bedroom, allowing Illumi to be present for around the clock assistance in child-care and to give you the added comfort of having your most trusted son nearby. You ensured to teach him how to properly hold an infant and how to soothe Alluka's fussing relatively quickly, only strengthening your motherly bond with Illumi by allowing you to put full faith in him with Alluka's well-being.

For once, Silva's plan worked like a charm. Not only did you finally start catching up on the rest you needed, you began to eat your meals with Illumi and therefore began to eat regularly once more. Along with your physical health, your mental health began to improve as well. You started smiling and talking more, resting with surprising ease in the arms of the very man you refused to so much as blink around only weeks prior.

Thanks to your teachings, Illumi was a rather brilliant nanny in your stead. Alluka would hardly make a peep when held in the comforting arms of Illumi and similarly, Illumi would make little to no noise while caring for his sibling. Even if he had more responsibilities with taking care of Alluka, Illumi wouldn't trade that time for anything in the world. He could spend time with you, talk with you, relax in your maternal love and affection.

Truly it was a win for all three of you. Alluka was always cared for. Illumi was finally able to spend more time with you. You were able to relax for the first time in who knows how long. Even Silva had relatively few losses, given how much more affectionate you were with him now you knew your infant was safe.

~~~~Eight Months~~~~

Silva paced outside of the delivery room, looking up almost every minute to check the time before resuming his endless pacing. He was much like a caged lion or bear, pacing just to pass the time and to do something other than sit still. He certainly was far more dangerous than any of those animals combined, only serving to add a rather pointed reminder to any doctor of what their fate would be should they fail.

But that was the whole purpose of this endeavor, to ensure nothing failed. Surely nothing could have gone wrong with all the precautions that were put into place.

Surely.

Either way, the long time it was taking only served to make Silva more anxious and his presence all the more intimidating. It in truth had only been a few hours since you went under so the doctors could perform a c-section to safely deliver what would be your fifth child. After the close calls with both Killua and Alluka as well as the fact this was your third back-to-back pregnancy, Silva wanted to take no chances with your life.

A c-section was how Killua and Alluka ultimately had to be delivered despite the fact you were able to have a 'typical' birth with Illumi and Milluki, so naturally it would only make sense for your fifth child to be delivered via c-section. It didn't sit well with Silva, however. Nothing would sit well with him until you were safely out of surgery and in his arms.

But what was taking so damn long?

"For fuck's sake, Silva, sit down. Pacing doesn't make it go faster and intimidating the doctors will only make it more likely for them to mess up." "Their lives are forfeit if they so much as make a single mistake." "And they know this. They've known this. All you're doing is adding another element no one wants to deal with."

Despite his father's chiding words, Silva continued to pace and glare at nothing in particular. Where it always seemed as if the man had a scowl on his face, it seemed ten times worse given he was actually scowling. The moment the door opened, Silva was pushing past the frightened doctor and into the room where his wife lay motionless.

For a moment, Silva felt an honest pang of fear in his chest when he saw you were not awake, the ever present beep of the EKG soothed him to know you were still alive and merely unconscious. The doctors all scattered like frightened rats, scurrying away from the intimidating mountain of a man who silently pulled up a chair, sitting by your side and refusing to take his eyes off of you.

Zeno, Maha, Milluki, and Illumi entered the room in a much calmer manner as they also came to stand around you. Alluka had been moved into Zeno's care given the impending delivery of the new addition to the family, and Illumi stood ready to receive the newborn and care for it while you recovered. Everyone had been preparing for the newborn in their own way, from the butlers ensuring the utmost safety to Zeno taking over Alluka's care, it seemed everything was finally prepared for and taken into account.

Meanwhile, in the past month, Silva had finally undergone a vasectomy so there would be no further chance of yet another pregnancy threatening your future with him. It was possible that it could be reversed and so it was the only surefire way no unexpected pregnancy would happen again. Where Silva felt he would have no reason to reverse the change since he already had five children, the option was always still available should something ever come up.

Perhaps finally there could be peace in the house. At least, peaceful enough no sudden pregnancy could threaten your life. Now all that needed to happen was getting the new infant out before Silva could finally have you all to himself once again.

He could wait. He could wait as long as he needed to. Because in the end, you would always be his.