#anyways I like them and how they obviously tower over literally everyone else <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[peapod20001]

My witch species ocs are literally huge fucking birds with fucking teeth and it is the most amazing thing ever

[lily-alphonse]

for the rare pairs, did you ever get one with marlon and rasmodius? i haven’t been able to stop thinking about them together 👀

Old man yaoi is such a crowd favorite fr lmao

Ok you guys aren't ready for where I'm going to take this (except Human) because I had an idea for vampire!Abigail that involves Marlon and Rasmodius getting together. Cuz you know, like, 2 dads or whatever. (Technically 3 but Pierre? Ugh. He’s wimpy comic relief in this only)

For the purposes of this fic, Abigail is the wizard's daughter and only him and Caroline know.

Anyways I'm trying to do A LOT with this one so maybe I just do bullet points this time to give you the idea

There's no farmer, instead Marlon takes Abbie under his wing as a young adventurer

Rasmodius (because he watches everyone, like a creep) sees this and is like UGH not that THAT GUY, because Marlon is essentially his annoying coworker. Marlon tries to be buddy buddy with him and Ras is not about it. Like bro do your job protecting the valley and shut up pls.

Abbie stumbles on something she shouldn't in the mines, accidentally unleashing an ancient evil vampire and getting bit. It's very important to me that she turns into a bat. It happens automatically when the sun touches her skin, as a defense mechanism. She can survive in the sun as a bat.

So shit hits the fan obviously. Caroline goes to the wizard's tower screaming and freaking out because her daughter is missing and she is certain he has something to do with it (she hadn't known about Marlon) and Rasmodius pieces together it probably has something to do with the ANCIENT EVIL now on the loose. He assures her he is going to take care of it and has no choice but to team up with (ugh) Marlon.

Marlon doesn't know about Abbie. Ras is keeping all his secrets close and being careful about which info he gives to who. They go on an adventure of bonding. Important features of which are homoerotic wound dressing, and Marlon getting serious with Ras about his past and stuff. So he sees another side to him and starts to gain respect for the man.

A lot happens next that I don't have worked out yet sue me its just a concept rn. I have a few different ideas for how Abbie's side of things can go. She could potentially get out of the mines and turn into a bat which leads to her flying to the tower bc who else would believe her? Or she could be trapped in the mines with the original vampire and be like his spawn under his control or something.

Either way, we end up at a moment of truth where Marlon realizes Abbie has turned and feels like they need to kill her or otherwise trap her for eternity or something. And Ras is like tf no Im not condemning my daughter to that and Abbie and Marlon both are just [shocked pikachu face]

BATTLE OF THE DADS. DAD DUEL. FATHER FIGHT where they are physically fighting but also arguing about who knows best for her since the wizard has literally never spoken to her in her life but is also the one trying to save her, while Marlon actually did become a strong father figure for her but wants to kill her (only to end her suffering ofc)

Imagine they are fighting and Abbie just calls over them like "Not really suffering a whole lot, to be honest!" because this is a dark comedy as well as a romance.

Ras wounds Marlon badly enough (owie, it hurt his heart to do though, what is this, FEELINGS?) that he is subdued. Abbie and Ras take on the ancient vampire and nearly DIE but Marlon comes back and saves the DAAAY

He has the opportunity to also kill Abbie and doesn't, he's come around to compromise his morals for the sake of the ones he loves

Potentially even more homoerotic wound dressing and then they KISS with their old scruffy man beards and Abbie pretends to vom

The End

If you want this one to exist be sure to reblog and vote for it in the poll! This would be a hell of a fun one

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

Rarepair Masterlist

@totallyhumanexe @chikoxiko come get ur old men

[rosie-kairi]

Do you have any headcanons about the khux gang?

Oh anon I am so glad you asked this because I totally do!!! These lil guys have lived in my head rent free for over 3 years at this point and you have given me an excuse to talk about them. You will live to regret this /j

First off, Brain has a country/southern accent. I don't really have a good reason for this other than that when I first saw him my mind immediately gave him an accent. It's because of the boots, I think. Anyway, I just think it'd be funny if this super smart guy who you assume would be a stickler for proper grammar and such say "Y'all" and "Ain't" on a regular basis. If Luxord can be British than brain can be Southern.

Out of the two of them, Lauriam is more extroverted than Strelitzia. However, he's more than an extrovert introvert than a pure extrovert (Ambivert I think it's called?). He gets along just fine with people and has no trouble talking to them, it's just he prefers to be alone with his flowers or something.

Ephemer is not allowed in the kitchen without supervision. he knows what he did /hj

Okay but in all seriousness, Ephemer cannot cook to save his life. He burns anything. Pancakes, Cookies, Water, somehow. Skuld and Lauriam are the only ones who know how to cook properly. Strelitzia knows a bit about cooking, but she usually messes it up somehow, at least her's is still edible (cough cough Ephemer). Brain knows the bare minimum. He can make ramen and operate a coffee machine, that's all he needs for sustenance. Ventus is 10, he knows how to microwave stuff, but other than that he is outta luck (do microwaves exist in the age of fairytales? they do now)

Ephemer and Skuld can get really competitive over things. Like, obsessively competitive. They once spent a whole week trying to continuously one up each other, much to the chagrin of everyone else.

Elrena's keyblade is Olympia (though I'll be surprised if that doesn't end up being canon)

Bit of an unpopular opinion, I think, but I headcanon Brain to be the oldest out of the group. He just gives me those vibes. He's, at most, a couple months older than Lauriam, but everyone just defaults to assuming Lauriam's the oldest because of his height.

Speaking of Ages, my headcanons for them are as follows:

Brain: 18.

Lauriam: 17-ish, almost 18.

Elrena: 16.

Skuld, Ephemer, and Strelitzia: 15, in that order.

Ventus: 10/11.

Strelitzia constantly feels like she needs to be exactly like Lauriam. Growing up, Lauriam was framed as the "Perfect Child" and Strelitzia always found herself compared to him. These days she tries to break away from that thought process, but she still finds herself falling back into it sometimes.

As mentioned above, Lauriam was the "Perfect Child" of he and Strelitzia's family. He just gives off the vibes, y'know? Maybe it's just the flower motif giving Isabela from Encanto vibes, idk.

Ventus would frequently go on missions with tougher heartless than what he was assigned so that he could "prove he was strong enough" or whatever. This got him into quite a few situations where he had to be helped by a party member/a wielder passing by.

Brain can play piano.

Ephemer and Skuld like to explore the clock tower to see what's in the random rooms scattered about the tower. They share the nonsensical stuff they find with the others.

Lauriam and Strelitzia are both unreasonably tall. One day Lauriam just shot up a foot overnight and was 6'1" at the age of 15.

Lauriam is also very thin, I think? When he got taller his body didn't quite catch up immediately so he's just like, a twig. This changes when he's older (obviously, have you seen Marluxia?), but khux-era Lauriam is the literal definition of a beanpole.

Strelitzia is also very tall, but she's definitely not as tall as Lauriam. Maybe 5'8-ish? I'm tall myself so I don't really now want counts as "tall", my perception of height is all skewed.

And I think that's all for now!! I'll think of some more later on, for sure. Thank you for asking me though!! I really love getting an oppurtunity to ramble about them, makes me feel less like I'm being a nuisance when actually directly asked about it sdfghjhgfd.

Hope you enjoyed!! :D!

[crybabykiko]

Tetsuro Kuroo: NSFW Alphabet

Since I got at least THREE separate requests for this as a part of my 200 event (and I’m literally 1 away from 300???? how???), I’ve decided to add these gems as an XXXtra Special (laugh with me) piece to celebrate! Thank you SO much for following and enjoying my work! ❤️You can find the full alphabet prompt list here. Creds to @fairy-tail-babes​ for creating it! 

𝔄 = 𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢

He’s the sweetest after he’s gone particularly hard on you. He loves to baby you, telling you how good you were for him. He also won’t let you go anywhere by yourself- he insists on carrying you wherever you want to go in the house. He also always has your favorite food or snack ready to go, and always lets you pick the movie.

𝔅 = 𝔅𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱

He fixates on the faces you make. Particularly the look in your eyes. Your expression tells him how he’s making you feel, and he’s an expert at reading you. He likes to stare into your eyes while you have sex, and always encourages you to keep your eyes open and look back at him.

ℭ = ℭ𝔲𝔪

Oh he likes to cum in your mouth- no, he LOVES it. Kuroo has an oral fixation, so he likes to see himself drip onto your tongue as he towers over you while you’re on your knees.

𝔇 = 𝔇𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱

He hasn’t gotten it done because he’s scared you won’t like it, but he’s seriously considered getting his dick pierced. He doesn’t want to bring it up because he’s thorouhgly convinced you’d hate it.

𝔈 = 𝔈𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

He knows a lot. Not necesarily from his OWN experience, but simply because he’s a smarty pants. He will literally research things you bring up, finding the best products or methods to make your experience the most pleasurable possible.  this is the one good thing abiut him being a fckn nerd...

𝔉 = 𝔉𝔞𝔳𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔓𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

I truly don’t think he has one! He likes anything that makes him look strong/sexy and that’s everything.... have you seen his abs/arms/back?!?! But I will say he is a VERY visual lover, so he does enjoy positioning you in front of a mirror and having the both of you watch him take you.

𝔊 = 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔣𝔶

He laughs at you struggling against him. He thinks its funny that you think you stand a chance against him, when you both know you’re completely at his mercy.

ℌ = ℌ𝔞𝔦𝔯

He’s pretty well groomed. The carpet definitely matches the drapes. He doesn’t shave, but instead he opts to trim every once in awhile when he feels like its a little overgrown. But what’s important is that its clean. He’s very particular about that.

ℑ = ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔶

There are cute moments with Kuroo where he totally breaks out of the dom role he plays so well. Times where he’s actually very soft with you, and will just pause to say “wow, you are really the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

excuse me while I cry about it 

𝔍 = 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔒𝔣𝔣

HE SENDS YOU VIDEOS WHEN HE DOES! The sneaky fuck will do so in his office or car, and send you the video like “thinking of you. <3″ He always cuts the video off right before he cums though, or even worse, he’ll angle the camera up to his face so you can watch his eyes flutter closed- then he’ll look directly into the camera and wink, knowing he denied you of EXACTLY what you wanted to see.

𝔎 = 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨

Ok so I’m gonna list a few and just... let you do what you will with them 👀:

CORRUPTION

Praise (giving)

Brat Taming/Degradation/Light exhibitionism (these all go hand in hand)

We ALL know he has a daddy kink too come on

𝔏 = 𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

He’ll have you wherever he can for a quickie, but the real fun is always in your home. Obviously your bedroom, but Kuroo is also very fond of shower sex, especially early in the morning. For him, its better than coffee at waking him up. 

𝔐 = 𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

He loves to hear you beg for him. Knowing he’s the only one you call out for in that way drives him wild. He also likes to see you make a mess on his cock, its his reassurance that he makes you feel just that good.

𝔑 = 𝔑𝔬!

Kuroo is posessive, so there’s no way he’s allowing anyone else into your sex life. He might joke about showing his friends your sextapes, but in reality, he would probably murder anyone who looked at you like that besides him.

𝔒 = 𝔒𝔯𝔞𝔩

Loves to give and loves to receive. Prefers to recieve though, because he likes watching you get really into sucking him off. Also likes to fuck your face.

𝔓 = 𝔓𝔞𝔠𝔢

This is a toss up. It really does depend on his mood. He loves to tease though, so this fucker likes a good, lingering slow burn when he’s fucking you on a normal day. He’ll alternate between slow/shallow and slow/deep, just until you’re absolutely begging him. then he’ll pick it up and start pounding into you. However, if he’s had a particularly stressful day, he will take it out on you in the bedroom... not that you mind. 

𝔔 = 𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔢

He uses them as foreplay. He’ll bend you over his office deck and get you craving him, but he’ll thrust so shallowly that you’re grinding against him for more- only for him to bring a hand to your ass and then whisper “When we get home, you’re all mine.” Which in turn only makes you want him more.

ℜ = ℜ𝔦𝔰𝔨

He’s definitely someone who is down  to experiment. He wants to try just about anything you bring up, so that he knows what makes you feel good, and more importantly, what makes you tick. For him, understanding what you like is like understanding your deepest thoughts. 

𝔖 = 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞

He can definitely go rounds. He takes ‘all night’ literally, and will not be finished until he knows you are ABSOLUTELY fucked out and can’t take it anymore. Even then, he’ll give you maybe 30 minutes to recover ??? if he’s being nice that night. But then he’s just right back in your guts like nothing happened. 

𝔗 = 𝔗𝔬𝔶

Yes. He got you a special toy that was basically a silicone mold of HIS dick for when you’re not together... a true king.

𝔘 = 𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯

Of course Kuroo is a tease. It’s his life blood. He’s naturally someone who likes to get a rise out of people to push them to be better- and you’re no exception. He always likes to put you in ‘compromising’ positions around his friends and then play it off like you’re the instigator.

“Oh y/n I know you want it right now, but baby, everyone is here- we must wait until we’re home okay?”

What a JERK iloveitplease

𝔙 = 𝔙𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢

Oh. My. God. So, he doesn’t necesarily moan a lot, but when he does, he tries his hardest to muffle them by breathing in sharply, or catching them in his throat. But he is someone who grunts and swears a lot. And yes 300% to dirty talk and pet names. Chibi-Chan is undeniably canon.

𝔚 = 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔡 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔡

He has the MOST FIRE sex playlist. I just know it. He has such a wide taste in music, so he can set the mood at any time just right. Its always playing “on accident” the moment you two are together- Kuroo calls it a sign.

𝔛 = 𝔛 ℜ𝔞𝔶

This took me like 30 minutes to fully fantasize about and explain 

KUROO HAS A PRETTY DICK HE IS A PRETTY DICK CLUB CARDHOLDER. It’s not super thick, but it’s long. I’d actually say he’s a realistic 8incher. Please kill me with it. He’s also definitely a shower- so what he has is only enhanced when he’s hard. His dick also flushes against the fabric of whatever pants/shorts he wears, so you’re constantly caught staring, not that he minds- he loves the attention, and the thought of always being on your mind.

𝔜= 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

I would say he has a relatively normal to high sex drive- When he wants you, he wants you, and he won’t leave it alone until he gets you. He’s definitely the type to remind you how much he wants you all day long in an effort to rush you home from your errands or workday. He’s very good at making it known that he’s in the mood for you and you only

ℨ = ℨ𝔷𝔷

Kuroo... Doesn’t sleep at all? I see him as a night owl anyway, so he’s never really tired. He would honestly rather just admire you as you sleep. That’s how he knows he did a good job.

[volfoss]

Team Bucciarati pet headcanons:

(long post under the cut)

Giorno Giovanna:

He would definitely have pet frogs and in his big office, probably a really big terrarium

I think he'd have probably a few frogs but I can see him having an Asian painted frog and a reticulated glass frog

He would be the actual best frog dad and I can see him letting them just chill on his shoulder during meetings

Would probably get random frogs off the street too so his frogs don't get lonely

He'd name them slightly goofy names or let one of the gang name them

When Giorno gets overwhelmed from work, he'll just put some gloves on and hold the frogs for a bit

He has a lot of experience caring for them, because as soon as he realized he could have a pet, he went into research overdrive

Gio is also in change of taking care of Coco Jumbo, and dotes on the turtle a lot! At this point his entire room is nearly a terrarium.

Pannacotta Fugo:

Pannacotta really admires ferrets because of how smart and mischievous they are but didn't feel like he could take care of one because of how he struggles to control his emotions

He brought it up offhand after Narancia got his gerbils and Narancia had no hesitation to help Pannacotta care for a ferret in exchange for help with schoolwork

They went to a lot of pet stores until they found a rescue with a few ferrets left

The second he laid eyes on this adorable white ferret who was napping, Pannacotta's mind was set, this was the pet for him

The ferret immediately snuggled right up to him when he held it

The whole way home (Giorno drove), he was brainstorming names

The first night, he woke up panicked as Purple Haze was out and just watching the ferret, but watching the ferret run around the large enclosure that the gang worked together to get built

PH seemed oddly peaceful but that didn't help Pannacotta feel less worried that it was out, but as the night went on, he found that spending time and playing with the ferret made him feel more comfortable around it in general

Narancia Ghirga:

Definitely a gerbil and probably begged Bruno to take him to a pet store to get one which then turned into two because he couldn't resist the two he found

He would probably keep one or both in his pockets around the house and sneak them little scraps of Bruno's cooking at the dinner table

His favorite thing is seeing them use the toys he got for them or when they sleep on top of each other

Would probably name them adjectives, like Stuzzichine or Coccolone and give them semi ridiculous nicknames

Would keep them on his lap when the gang has a movie night and loves when they fall asleep on him

Trish Una:

Trish really likes lovebirds and has an affinity for birds which she found out when Giorno made her a bird out of paperwork for her birthday

She had to go and get another one so they could play with each other. The trip to the rescue had involved the entire family since no one wanted to turn her down when she looked that excited.

Trish took a while picking one out, as she needed to make sure that they would get along with the bird at home, but she settled on a very cheerful peach-faced lovebird

The entire ride home, the bird was leaning into her head pets and being generally noisy

Trish likes to sing or hum and the birds will chirp along with her

When she works on schoolwork, the birds will perch on her shoulder often times to try and get her attention, which makes schoolwork take a long time. She absolutely loves doting on them

Trish takes the absolute best care of them and gets them the finest things!

Guido Mista:

Dog has 3 legs bc luck

Guido adopted a stray Doberman Pinscher on his way back from a solo mission without telling anyone, other than Giorno who was about to head out when Guido was sneaking into the base

Obviously he couldn't just leave the poor thing there when it was looking at him with those eyes, and he was fairly certain that the actual zoo they had in their base would not be helped by a big dog, but he wasn't going to let Vivian ( he had already named her after the main character of his favorite movie) limp around with no home

Giorno helped smuggle her in since barely anyone else was home, and sent Narancia off to get some dog supplies while he helped Guido get Vivian settled

They helped get her all clean, which was difficult with her tail wagging at a rapid pace, and water was all over the bathroom by the time that they were done

The two of them got the dog all comfy on Mista's (very ugly and questionably patterned) bedspread and she snuggled right up to Guido the second he laid down

The Sex Pistols love the dog too, and find themselves resting on her when she sleeps since Vivian is so warm and riding on her back when she's being played with

Guido is already used to giving the Pistols food, but now he also has a dog (although he doesn't give her a ton of human food) to feed

It doesn't take too long for the rest of the group to realize there is a big dog, especially when Guido trains Vivian a lot during the day or is outside playing with her

Giorno has offered multiple times to make a leg for her missing leg, but Mista insists she's fine without one (and he won't admit that the tetraphobia makes it hard to think about her having 4 legs instead of her 3)

Vivian gets along well with the rest of the pets, thanks to a lot of training and steady introductions to everyone else

Bruno Bucciarati:

He and Leone have had cats for years, although he's constantly the instigating force to bring new animals in (including all the kids pets), he has a massive soft spot for strays

He's the very best cat dad and has blankets quite literally everywhere possible to give the cats as many options to lay and built cat ledges for their windows so the cats can bask in the sun

Has a lint roller in the car because the cats love, love, love to lay on his clothes when he sets them out for a shower. He learned his lesson with his lingerie and does not have that set out after one of the cats clawed into it and destroyed it

Bruno can and will walk the cats if the weather is permitting

He just started bringing the strays home one day, and Leone didn't notice until the 2nd cat started clawing up his pants while he was wearing them

Bruno, in contrast to Leone's bad names, gives the cats some extremely cheesy nicknames and has no shame using them in public

One of the strays that they brought in initially was a very young kitten, and he stayed up all night (ignoring the meeting/job he had the next day) to care for it and make sure it was alright

He SPOILS these cats rotten and they have multiple cat towers around their room because of that

The cats also have customized collars and they are all color coordinated

Bruno really relies on the cats if the memories of somehow surviving the fight become too strong, as the cats can really sense when he's stressed and huddle around him

The cats really like to bat at his zippers, so he makes sure to change out of his suit when he knows he'll be home for the rest of the night

Leone Abbacchio:

So. Many. Cats.

As much as Leone gripes about the fur on his clothes, he loves when the cats come in and keep him company when he's winding down for the day with a good book

He swears he doesn't mean to keep adopting cats but they tend to show up at the base or Bruno sneaks another one home

He has a few blankets piled up under the windowsills so the cats can lay there, but often finds them all on his bed or trailing behind him

He tends to feed strays when they come but tries to not get attached

Has the actual worst names for them and refuses to change even when the rest of the family judges him for it

He often wakes up surrounded by cats or having one lay on his face

Leone and Bruno have had cats for years so are practiced cat dads by now

The kids often will just come and grab a cat if they need a stress reliever

Leone will not admit it but he wakes up early to feed the cats wet food and tries to be stealthy about it

As for cat breeds, most of theirs aren't purebred, but their cats that they know for sure are breeds are semi close to being a Bengal and a Cornish Rex

He keeps toys for them in his bedside table to make sure they don't wake him or Bruno up in the middle of the night with wanting to play (they do anyways)

If he's sitting anywhere, there's a very high chance there's a cat on his lap or laying on his chest if he's reclining

All of the cats are incredibly attached to him and when he's on a mission, they'll wait in a group at the front door until he returns

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

Penny being trans + autistic coded made me resonate with her as I am nonbinary and autistic myself. Her being a robot felt like me when I have to hide my neurodivergent traits. Her getting confirmation that she wasn't just a robot/machine but a real girl felt so validating. I don't have to look like everyone else to still be considered "real".

Ironwood's semblance being literal hyperfixiation, something I've dealt with since I have ADHD + autism would have made me feel better about myself. This is a man who, despite everything: his PTSD, being an amputee, still was a kind-hearted man. This is something rarely seen in media. I was happy.

Then they fucked up both Penny and Ironwood in ways that struck me. Penny is hacked into and forced to comply with basically forced suicide- she was to open the vault, then self-destruct.

Ironwood, oh dear god. They couldn't wait to fuck him over. He was so HAPPY to see team RWBYJNROQ. He told them everything about his plan, trusting them with literal GOVERNMENT secrets, giving them a place to stay, FREE weapon upgrades (Atlas is known for its advanced technology), hell even gave them their HUNTRESS LICENSES THREE-ISH YEARS EARLY (which Ruby later uses as a credibility source in her broadcast, which was eerily similar to Cinder's in Volume 3, when she says IRONWOOD CANNOT BE TRUSTED.)

Not to mention that she conveniently forgot she was calling for help from OTHER KINGDOMS. OF COURSE they wouldn't arrive soon enough. And no one had reason to trust her. She's a nobody. She was at the Vytal Festival and her team made it all the way to the singles? Cool. Ruby wasn't the final fighter, hell after the 4 vs 4 match she didn't compete further.

Blake would have obviously been a bad choice: she's a faunus and if anyone knows about the White Fang, they might recognize her.

Yang is more known than Ruby, but the world saw her kick an unarmed teen in the finals round. She doesn't have too good a reputation.

Weiss? She's well known as the Heiress, but also her singing. Having her give the speech is a mixed bag: on one hand, she's a recognizable face. On the other, that's a problem. Her father, the CEO of the SDC, is known for his cruelty. Blake said it herself way back in Volume 1: questionable business practices and partners.

So... How about no broadcast at all? What did her broadcast accomplish?

Nothing. Help didn't arrive and likely caused more panic. Plus, people still had a negative view of Atlas, as the last thing the world saw was Atlesian soldiers turning against civilians.

The last broadcast was before Beacon fell. So likely another hacker giving a message would be met with fear.

And what attracts Grimm? Negativity.

Ruby's broadcast could have been a DEATH SENTENCE to so many. But no, this is treated as the... Right course of action?

Ruby and co. hates Ironwood's plan, yet it's clear they don't have one. RWB spends a lot of time moping around the manor drinking tea. Team YOJR (Yang, Oscar, Jaune and Ren) actually DO SOMETHING. Oscar gets kidnapped and they chase after him. Ren rightfully points out that NONE OF THEM SHOULD BE DOING THIS. But that goes against the Hivemind™, so he must apologize and agree to whatever the fuck Ruby decides to do.

Which is NOTHING! RWBY didn't even take down the hound: WILLOW and WHITLEY did. A drunk woman and an unarmed teen defeated it.

Oscar is the one who blows up the whale (with his time bomb? huh??)

Ruby whines that it's all too much, cries on a staircase while her sister (remember that Ruby and Yang are related????) comforts her. The scene has no emotional depth because the two barely interact anymore.

OH GOD AND WHEN YANG TAKES A HIT FROM NEO THAT WAS MEANT FOR RUBY IT TAKES HER OUT COMPLETELY. AURA? GONE. HELL, SHE'S EVEN UNCONSCIOUS. I swear it's like the animation budget could only afford to have ONE character react, and it's Blake "sad kitty face" Belladonna. Not Ruby, who is her sister. WHO HAS A SPEED SEMBLANCE. But no, they just watch her fall, not knowing if she's alive.

Ruby has more of a reaction to CRESCENT ROSE, HER FUCKING WEAPON falling.

Which is retconned so hard in the Vol 9 trailer, where she tells Neo "I hope it was worth it" before falling into the void. Huh??

Anyways I'm rambling again but I am so angry!

-🎼

Never, ever, EVER apologize for rambling. I LOVE hearing peoples thoughts and sometimes it's a really nice feeling to let out your frustrations and anger towards something that has caused you harm and it really REALLY sounds like this caused you a lot of harm and so I do not blame you one bit for being hurt and angry. I should apologize for this taking so long. This was a lot and I needed to sort my thoughts and even so I probably missed some points so I also apologize for that.

Penny and Ironwoods biggest mistake was trusting and being kind to RWBY. They lied and betrayed James and treated him like garbage even though he showed them nothing but kindness and did whatever he could to help them and listened to them. Penny was told what to do and think far more so then James ever supposedly did. Ruby decided to give her a new body, decided she didn't like how James was treating her and that she thought James was a bad person, and decided that Penny was better off with them. Penny stopped being able to make her own decisions once she started hanging out with RWBY and co.

Really though what did they all think was going to happen when they sent out a message that matched beat to bear a lot of what Cinder said before Atlas fell? Did she think about the panic that would cause? Did she forget she was worried about Ironwood telling everyone back in Volume 7 because of the panic it would cause everyone??? Did that just conveniently slip her mind?

I honestly think Weiss would have been the best choice to give the broadcast of them all but I don't think they should have sent out the broadcast in the first place. It should realistically only cause panic and death but the narrative is gonna yadda yadda right past all of that.

Oh god yea RWBY and co complain and whine and scream that Ironwoods plan is bad whilst offering up no alternatives then just taking his plan and acting like it was theirs the whole time. They even did this in Volume 7 when in episode 2 they where worried about James telling Atlas about Salem and then turning around and acting all happy and shocked when James told everyone near the end of the season as if they wanted him to the whole time and not the other way around.

Man RWBY really did jack shit all volume huh? As you said all the major things side characters did: Fight James TWICE: Winter, Emerald, and JNRO.

Try and rescue Oscar: JRY

Blow up the Whale: Oscar

"Redeem" Hazel and Emerald: Again Oscar

Defeat the hound: Whitley and Willow

Launch the tower: Penny

Help defend Mantel against the swarm of Grimm: FNKI and the soldiers that all died trying to buy Ruby time while she cries in a mansion.

Like what does this girl do to help any of the people SHE trapped???

Oh god Ren, poor Ren, he's finally seeing the light but he can't stray from the Hivemind so he needs to get back in, we can't question the pure and perfect Ruby her plans are always right even if it causes Salem to get two relics and destroys the only kingdom with an army or the technology to restore global communications in the process.

Yea you're right like CRWBY can make excuses all day for why Ruby didn't react to Yang falling and MAYBE I can buy her not using her Semblance because she's in shock but not crying or reacting at ALL to her supposed death?? Why does her weapon get a more emotional response then her SISTER? Why is only BLAKE allowed to be sad about Yang supposedly dying? Why does fucking WINTER have more of a reaction to her sister dying?

Why are all the people we are supposed to be rooting for so fucking unlikeable???

[strawberry-storybook]

A wounded heart

 Chapter 3: Home.

Pairing: Wong Yukhei x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, eventual smut (High school !AU)

Warning: Yandere!Lucas, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, rough handling, swearing. Slight mention of somnophilia, collars and leashes, pet names, he smacks Y/n.(NSFW will occur later into the story, and I will write the warnings onto those chapters)

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: Still figuring out the formatting of this shit. Please bear with me okay! I’m also realizing I don’t have to write what part it is everytime, I literally give chapters. I’ll start putting the chapter title at the top so you know what order to read in.

Lucas pov

God they look so pretty sleeping like that, I love the soft look on their tear stained face. The way their eyes were glazed over, mouths open a jar, and that pretty bruised neck of theirs. If they’d just co-operated, they would have been okay. Sat safely in my car, wide awake and getting to know me.

But no, they chose to be a dumb little bitch. Struggling, screaming, crying. They looked beautiful, but it would do neither of us any good if someone had heard or seen them. 

I just wanted to take them home, I wanted to be with them forever. I will be with them forever, but they need to sit down and listen to what I have to say. And now even as I pull up to our home with them sitting safely in my car, I can’t help but think they’re going to get away from me again. 

I parked the car on the small dirt path and slowly crawled out of the car, walking over to their side and swinging the door open. God they were so fucking pretty like this. So innocent and vulnerable, they could be like puddy in my hands. So fucking vulnerable and easy to take advantage of. But I can’t, I don’t want you to be my little slut, not yet anyway. Soon my dear, soon.

I quickly threw them over my shoulder and slammed the door, walking into the home and down into the basement. I had laid a mattress out there, along with a pair of handcuffs next to a bar. A bar I couldn’t wait to see their pretty little wrists attached to, always there when I needed you, needed to see you. Mine. My pretty little prince/princess.

Y/n’s pov

I open my eyes slowly, blinking the discomfort out of my eyes. The room around me is pitch black, and the floor is soft, like a mattress. I sit up slowly and as I’m going to crawl off the bed, something feels sharp against my wrist, pulling me back into the bed. 

“Hello?” I cried out into the darkness, only to hear the loud thumping of footsteps walking on the floor above me, and then a door swung open with some light shining through. 

“Y/n? Are you awake baby?” I heard a deep, raspy voice call out before hearing the thumping coming down what I assumed to be stairs. And then a bright, blinding light shone through the entire room, forcing me to shield my eyes at the sudden light. 

After seeing HIM standing at the bottom of the stairs, his predatory eyes staring into my soul, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was like he was taking every breath out of my lungs, sucking out my soul, with just one single look. And as he slowly walked over to me, it felt like my chest got tighter and tighter, until he eventually stood towering over me. 

And then he sat down next to me, his head down in his hands. He looked distraught. Perturbed even. I just looked at him, not really knowing what else to do. I mean I couldn’t do anything else, I was cuffed to a pole that didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon. 

Lucas’ pov

Oh god what did I do. Why are they here, handcuffed in my basement. Oh god oh fuck. How do I explain now? Will they even listen? Will they even understand? I have to try, I can’t let them get away. They’re mine after all, they’ve always been mine.

“Y/n, I want you to listen very carefully to me okay? Do you remember me?” And as I watched them shake their head, I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. “Okay then, listen up.”

“It all started way back in grade 1, you were on the playground and I was sitting on the swing…”

(Switching to third person just for the flashback.)

The sound of children laughing filled the air as there was an active game of tag going on. However, Lucas sat alone by himself on the swings, watching everyone. He’s always been an observer, never really getting in on the action. 

“Lucas! Come play with us!” His attentioned snapped over to the little boy calling out to him, he just shrugged it off and kept swinging. He didn’t want to play with the kids, he wanted to watch. He wanted to observe, try and figure out what they were thinking, and what they would do when they were being chased. He was almost always right.

Then, there was Y/n. The most playful, energetic and outgoing kid on the playground. Making sure everyone got equal chances to run and be IT. but at this particular moment, they were walking over to Lucas, smile wide of their face. 

They didn’t say anything, just grabbed Lucas hand and started walking. Lucas didn’t protest, just followed. “Play” They said quietly, and Lucas nodded, His eyes stayed fixated on the person in front of him until they took off running. This made him realize he’d just been tagged and laughed as he took off running after one of the kids.

After that encounter, Lucas had stayed friends with Y/n all the way up to grade 6. Until, Y/n’s mom got a job. 

“You’re moving?” Lucas exclaimed at lunch time with them, the class going silent under his loud voice. They got a little shy, but nodded. “My mom got this job, she can’t turn it down. It’s in Seoul so I have to move with her since I’m not old enough to stay by myself.” 

“Stay with me Y/n. My family will take you in” Lucas said in a plea, reaching out to grab their hand “I can’t Lucas, I can’t just leave my mom. She’s all I’ve got.” They said and then it was time for the next class. They spoke briefly after school, but it wasn’t enough for Lucas. 

He couldn’t bear to be losing Y/n, how could they do this to him. He cried and cried that night, cutting up all the pictures together and taping them onto his wall, drawing hearts after them in his mothers lipstick. 

And then he’d found a picture of their mother, gluing it to the wall and drawing a big X over her. 

Years later, He’d saved enough money to move to Korea. He already knew what school they were attending, and after their mother died in a “Freak accident”, he knew they were all his.

Back to Lucas’ pov

I obviously left out the parts about me obsessing over them, and the thing about their mom. But I told them how much I missed them, and how sad I was that I never heard from them again. 

“Y/n, I’ve missed you so much you have no idea.” I spoke quietly, calmly as to not scare them anymore then I already had. Their eyes were wide, as if everything was just processing in their brain. I couldn’t stand the silence, I needed to know what they were thinking.

“Please Y/n, say something.” I said quietly, almost whining. “Lucas… My mom really liked you. She always thought I’d marry you someday.” They admitted softly, smiling a little bit. 

“Wow, now you remember me” I chuckled out, stroking their cheek slightly, watching as they melted into my touch.

Y/n’s pov

Oh god he’s touching me. This sick creep is touching me again, so endearingly. But I had to play it up, acting like I liked it. The sooner I was off these handcuffs, the sooner I could make a run for the hills. 

I watched as his smile twisted into what seemed like a sick grin, his hand slowly reaching down to my throat to grab it and pull me closer.

“Have you forgotten something about me baby?” He whispered quietly into my ear, making me shiver “I know just how to read you. Don’t think you’re going to leave me again just because you play all innocent and nice with me.” 

His hand is quickly replaced by something leathery, tight. Omg he put a collar on me, and he was attaching a leash to it before I even knew it. 

“Now.” He said, his already deep voice getting deeper, thicker. “Are you going to be a good kitten and listen? Or am I going to have to teach you a lesson”

I gulped heavily when he suddenly pulled on the leash, his eyes screaming DANGER, DANGER.  “I asked you a fucking question.”

“Y-yes sir… I’ll be good” I mumbled out quietly and he tugged on the leash again, harsher this time, sending me flying towards his face. “Oh no kitten, I want you to call me master. Because you will do whatever I tell you, isn’t that right?” He whispers as he licks a strip up my neck.

I just nod in response, but he doesn’t seem to like that, a hard smack coming down on my cheek. I quickly bring my free hand to my cheek and whine. “Say it. Now.” He spits, glaring at me.

“Yes master”

“Good boy/girl”

To be continued...

[shepard-ram]

Okay so going deeper into yandere tommy, imagine him trying to get close to/befriend reader. Like he’s trying so hard to befriend them in his little gremlin way and, especially right before his exile, it becomes increasingly difficult because of the accusations and his actions. Despite all of the buzz around him, you both manage to become, in some form of the word, friends. But then the exile happens. Tommy feels like he’s been abandoned, betrayed by his closest friends. He literally has nobody. Well, except Dream and Ghostbur. After some time into his exile, with nobody going to visit him besides Dream, you decide that enough is enough and go to visit your friend. -🦤 1/?

you manage to get through the nether and, after a few failed attempts, find the portal that leads to Tommy’s site. When you find him, he’s probs not 100% in the right mental place. Like his depression is really getting to him and he’s kinda going mental (I haven’t rlly gotten to this part of the smp, I’m at the part right before Tommy’s exile so apologies if this isn’t completely accurate). And when a fucking ghost is your only mostly-constant contact along with a practically-daily visit from Dream, a man is gonna yearn for some other human contact. Especially from someone that you befriended before hand. So he feels closer to you since, ya’know, ur the first and only one that came to visit him (excluding Dream and Ghostbur). So y’all get to talking. you eventually leave but promise to keep visiting pretty often. Now Tommy’s trust issues are most definitely probably worse than before the exile so he’s very anxious when you leave. When you return the next day or the day after he’s like fucking POG the great Tommy is here!!! Right over here!! Look at him! You came back because you enjoy him because obviously he’s the best! But secretly he’s ecstatic about the fact that you came back for him. This keeps going on for a while until Tommy goes off with Techno. -🦤 2/?

You have no idea that anything happened to because you were busy and couldn’t visit him. Then when Tubbo spills the news, you’re devastated. You hadn’t visited Tommy in quite some time and because you visited him so often, you were partially in denial. So you went to check out the site yourself, and the tower convinced you that Tubbo’s news was true; Tommy was gone, dead, killed himself, whatever you wanna say about/call the “accident”. The mourning process starts and you cry. You cry and cry, sobbing until you can’t anymore, and somehow still manage to cry. Time passes and the guilt still stacks on you day by day. Then suddenly there’s news, rumors that Tommy was back; Tommy’s alive and well, seen walking the prime path with Techno and talking to Dream in front of the portal by the community house. -🦤 3/?

You are, understandably, in shock. You must be dreaming again, hallucinating that Tommy had come back and that nothing bad had happened to him. That everything that happened after he went missing was all some sick joke or a prank he pulled that worked a little too well. But when you see Tommy, mostly well but a little beaten/tattered, your emotions suddenly can’t be held back. All you can do hug Tommy, sobbing into his shoulder and calling him a “fucking bitch” for making everyone believe that he died or some shit. Then he chooses L’manberg over his alliance with Techno. Everything turns into chaos from there. -🦤 4/?

You don’t remember much else happening besides the fight for L’manberg which lead to its fall. It was all a blur. But everyone came out mostly unscathed and that’s all that mattered to you. I mean yeah there were some deaths and Tommy and Quackity were struck by lightning, but nothing that lead to a cannon death. But Tommy remembered everything. He remembered the way that you were repeatedly slain by Techno’s dog army, blown up by the tnt, fell into the holes that the withers made. There were so many things that Tommy remembered, all of the horrific things that happened to you and his friends. Some were reality and some came from nightmares/night terrors later on when that Tommy couldn’t differentiate between reality and fiction. But shhhh that totally doesn’t matter *wink*. - 🦤 5/? (Am I losing count?)

Anyways so a decent amount of that time you spent defending your friends against dangers instead of really instigating/fighting the stuff. You defended Tommy a lot because small big man Tommy is gone through so much , it’d hurt to see him go through more. But that just further traumatized him because why??? Why are you doing this? He’s not that important??? Stop getting yourself hurt over him! He’s am a big man! He can care for self! See!! He really appreciates you doing that for him though, even if it leads to disaster and fear/anxiety later on. So the battle definitely could have gone better. -🦤 6/?

People start to rebuild, but conflict still lingers. The Eggpire? Yikes, dangers cult! It literally wants to kill Tommy! So wouldn’t it try to do anything to lure Tommy in? Nicki and Jack trying to kill him. They’d do anything to get to him. And harming the things/ones he loves doesn’t seem to be on their list of “stuff we won’t do to fuck up this kid”. And many people don’t like him. There’s so many dangers for him and anybody he cares about. Tubbo, Phil, Sam, and the others can handle themselves. They have fighting experience. But you? Your first fight/war on the SMP was literally the last fight for L’manberg and you saw how that went! You got so injured during that! He can’t allow that to happen again! -🦤 7/?

So he’s paranoid about your safety, not really about himself. And maybe Nicki and Jack have already tried to use you to get Tommy. Even more incentive to do something ASAP for your safety. The best idea he can come up with is hiding you in a secret base. Secret bases do pretty well in the SMP... when they aren’t revealed; nobody really finds them and they do a great job protecting the stuff inside of it! He’s lazy and impatient and can’t just demand/“persuade” someone into making it for him. Then they’ll know where the base is, get suspicious of him or worse, they’ll know where you are/could be. So “asking for help” isn’t really an option here. He’ll ponder for a while then come up with the Pogtopia idea. It’s perfect! Nobody goes there anymore/it’s abandoned, it’s got the essentials to live there (I’m gonna assume the potato farm is still down there and will work), it’s a pretty secretive location (only the people on Pogtopia’s side rlly know of the location and they’re either dead or most likely forgot about the location! Besides Wilbur, Tommy, Techno, and Tubbo, the others didn’t go there often), and it’s a good distance away from most of the SMP. It’s a great idea! Now all Tommy has to do is get you into Pogtopia without any suspicion... -🦤 8/8 (yeah this was small at first then spiraled out of control owbfhfke sorry for the dump in your ask box)

Bro I'm not even gonna add to this cause it's just so perfect by itself- ah i am so glad you decided to share this <33!!! Like you really said "I'm gonna send a goddamn masterpiece" and I'm here for it

[bestworstcase]

"[Rapunzel] stops accepting blame for things that aren’t her fault". I've seen this mentioned before on other blogs talking about Rapunzel's character growth over the series, but I don't understand what it's referring to. Sorry if this is too vague/broad an ask, but what are you thinking of in seasons 1 and 2 when you say that Rapunzel has learned to stop taking the blame for things that aren't her fault by season 3? Apart from Rapunzel's Enemy and maybe QFAD, I can't think of anything.

i think this is one of the more understated things about rapunzel’s characterization in that there is never like, a specific moment where rapunzel Verbalizes acceptance of blame for things she clearly isn’t responsible for, but it still imo informs a lot of her behavior?

and it goes all the way back to the film. right out of the gate we see that guilt tripping and blame passing are two of gothel’s chief weapons: when rapunzel’s feelings get hurt by one of gothel’s “jokes,” gothel chides rapunzel to “stop taking everything so seriously,” which is abuser-speak for “nothing i say is wrong, it’s your fault if you’re hurt.” 

then there’s digs like “oh, rapunzel, you know i hate leaving you after a fight—especially when i’ve done absolutely nothing wrong...” 

and the big one, after gothel loses her temper and yells at rapunzel, and then immediately collapses disconsolately into a chair and says “ugh, great—now i’m the bad guy.” overtly blaming rapunzel for “making” gothel snap at her. (this of course gets called back to at the end of the film, though it’s less a guilt trip there than it is a threat.)

aaaand right before “mother knows best (reprise)” when rapunzel asks how gothel found her, gothel says, “oh, it was easy, i just listened for the sound of complete and utter betrayal and followed that.” this one imo is the clearest illustration of how all this impacts rapunzel emotionally, because she goes from scared/alarmed/startled to just. sagging, in obvious guilt. 

but then of course there’s also the scene right after rapunzel leaves the tower, where we see her oscillating wildly from jubilance to despair and guilt as she frets over what her leaving will “do” to gothel, how mad / upset / betrayed gothel will feel, etc. so even when gothel isn’t there, actively reinforcing this behavior, we can see that rapunzel very much feels that gothel’s feelings are her responsibility—and if gothel is upset, that’s rapunzel’s fault. 

anyway!! all this adds up to rapunzel leaving the tower with this subconscious mindset that all problems are her problems, and we see this expressed very early on in s1. i would even argue as early as before ever after... with both frederic and eugene. 

BEA goes really hard right out of the gate with driving home how restless and uncomfortable rapunzel feels in corona; how stifled she is, and how badly she wants to go out and explore the wider world. but it also shows how hard she tries to stuff it down, because her success as a princess is “important to [her] dad.” she tries to bring up her discontent with eugene, but in a roundabout way so as to avoid actually saying she’s unhappy—and then when he says that he’s perfectly happy and content, rapunzel takes a deep breath and agrees with him. it isn’t overt text, but she’s still in “managing other people’s feelings” mode, and there’s a reason the only person she is honest about her own feelings with is cassandra—because cassandra signals very clearly that she is not going to feel hurt, offended, or disappointed if rapunzel is less than happy in corona. quite the opposite, cass is the one who suggests sneaking out in the first place!

now obviously, neither fred’s nor eugene’s feelings are rapunzel’s responsibility and i think both would be horrified to know that rapunzel feels like it’s her job to make them happy... but that doesn’t really matter, because rapunzel has been trained all her life to do this and that’s not a pattern that just goes away overnight. 

and then also in BEA, we see how quick rapunzel is to castigate herself for doing something that upsets someone else... when eugene proposes and she panics and runs away, her reaction is “i feel horrible about eugene” and to feel guilty/upset about not wanting to marry him Right Now.

aaaand of course caine blaming rapunzel for stuff frederic did goes entirely unremarked upon, partly because things like the hair reveal took priority over that but partly also, in my opinion, because rapunzel just kind of Accepted That because she’s so used to being blamed for everything.

this is sort of a recurring theme throughout a lot of s1. you mentioned RE, but for the sake of completeness—i think the most telling thing in that ep is that, when rapunzel finds out what booing really signifies, her first question is what could i have done to this person?, because the concept that this might be a HIM problem doesn’t even cross her mind. she assumes that it’s her fault he doesn’t like her. 

and then there’s stuff like pascal’s story, which i think is an interesting one because like... frankly, it’s not entirely rapunzel’s fault that she stood pascal up. yes, as the princess she could have stood up at six o’clock on the dot to say no more petitions, i am going to dinner. but also she’s the princess, and she’s busy, and pascal’s story is as much an episode about pascal learning that just because rapunzel is busy that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still love him as much as it is about rapunzel learning how to navigate work/life balance—but it’s also very clear that rapunzel’s perspective is “i have been a HORRIBLE friend and i need to put EVERYTHING ELSE on hold until i have FIXED my TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR” when the reality is more like “rapunzel and pascal are both going through a major adjustment period and need to have a realistic talk about expectations now that rapunzel is, like, training to rule a country.” 

in painter’s block, rapunzel feels so traumatized by the (largely correct) decisions she made in QFAD that she can’t make any decisions at all and falls prey to sugracha’s manipulation, and i personally think this is the beginning of the tipping point for her where she begins to see that hey... she’s just a person, she literally cannot be responsible for every bad thing that happens, she can’t be in two places at once, she can’t fix everything for everyone... and sometimes she needs to prioritize one problem over the other. that’s why the emotional climax of that episode is rapunzel saying “difficult choices are what make us who we are.” that’s her letting go of the horrific guilt she felt about choosing corona over varian, and letting eugene and the others put themselves in danger to save her parents. 

that epiphany carries her through SOTS and enables her to make the tough calls she needs to make re: stopping varian, but it also doesn’t mean that her tendency to blame herself for stuff that isn’t her fault goes away altogether. just look at BTCW: while she’s trying to make sense of how/why eugene could be marrying stalyan, her first instinct is to blame herself. to wonder if maybe this is a response to her kind of sort of turning down his kind of sort of second proposal. 

and the rest of the vardaros arc is like... i would say half rapunzel delaying moving on because she’s scared of what waits for her at the end of the black rock trail (as freebird confirms) and half rapunzel making vardaros’s problems her problems and trying to fix them because she feels responsible. 

curses is... not a good episode (canardist, why) but the plot basically hinges on canardist successfully making rapunzel feel guilty / dubious enough about taking back her own telescope that she starts buying into the curse stuff and psyching herself out. 

*as a sidebar here, there are also instances in this same period of rapunzel acknowledging her culpability in stuff she DID do wrong, for example in under raps—but in these cases, it’s interesting to me to note that her apologies actually aren’t very good apologies. in the under raps example, for instance, she also foists off blame on cassandra (saying basically, well i wouldn’t have interfered and put you in danger if you had told me everything, even though i am terrible at keeping secrets and we both know it). and this makes sense, because gothel certainly did not model good, healthy apologizing habits for rapunzel, lol. so she’s in this weird zone where she tends to feel guilty for everything / feels responsible for other people’s feelings but when she DOES mess up for realsies she also doesn’t really have the skills to navigate a true apology. this poor girl

i would say that RATGT is about the point where rapunzel switches gears from accepting blame (both for things that aren’t her fault, like all this stuff, and for things that are, like when she apologized to cass for being a dick in goodbye and goodwill or when she apologized to pascal for belittling him in king pascal) to sort of... overcorrecting and entering her “i’m right, you’re wrong” phase. RATGT is when she starts overtly shutting cass down, and RATGT is when cass’s injury happens—something so horrific and scary that i tend to think rapunzel just cannot process the guilt. it’s too much, too painful, and not something she is emotionally equipped to hold onto or work through in a healthy way...

...so she shoves it away and blames cass instead, very openly. she transmutes her guilt into anger, lessening the pain she feels. and she sticks to that throughout RDO, throughout the rest of s2, and evidently through the rest of the series given she literally never apologizes for it. which is outside of the scope of what you asked alksdfjklsfd but i tend to think basically, rapunzel is not very good at distinguishing between “i feel guilty, but it isn’t my fault” and “i feel guilty, because it is my fault” so in the process of unlearning the former behavior she also forces away the latter, and at the end of s3 she’s in a place where she needs to re-learn how to feel guilt in a healthy, reasonable way. because guilt isn’t always a bad emotion, sometimes it’s just your brain’s way of saying “i did something bad, and i want to make up for it” and That’s Good. 

[entomjinx]

Here's 1554 words on Why Gray/Juvia is toxic for both parties + receipts and a small personal anecdote about why I'll never shut up about this: 

Google doc Or click keep reading:

Firstly, Juvia gets very little growth as a character, to the point that even by the end of the series, she is still entirely obsessed with Gray and it's basically her only character trait(in canon). Everything she does is in someway related to Gray. Had she gotten real character development, I think I really would have loved her, but instead she was made to be nothing but someone who has an obsession with Gray. (Which clearly stemmed from hero-worship, and had it only lasted a short time with her coming to her senses and apologizing for it, then it might have been a good subplot!)

Secondly, even if she had gotten better, that would not erase the fact that she is a stalker and never even apologized. Even if she had apologized, Gray isn’t obligated to forgive her. Gray rejected her multiple times in canon(see bottom), and she continued to come on to him. If their roles were reversed, and it was Gray doing this to Juvia, everyone would be disgusted by the ship. There's a double standard around it. During the one year time skip when she forced him to live with her for 6 months while he was emotionally compromised, there was emotional manipulation similar to what is found in  Stockholm Syndrome patients. In several fields of psychology, it's been tested(and confirmed) that in 99% of cases where a person dates their stalker, it is because of their manipulation during moments of high emotion(typically negative, chapter 416) often caused by the stalker themself but sometimes by outside elements(like with Gray(chapter 416), and yet again, is similar to Stockholm Syndrome). They only thing that happened between them is that she emotionally manipulated Gray into being complacent. 

Thirdly, SHE WAS A STALKER. Period. There is NO justifying that for any reason. She made him uncomfortable in canon. He openly said he was uncomfortable IN CANON. She followed him around to places he thought he was safe, and made those places unsafe, and it affected his mental state in a visible way. 

Fourthly, Gray is someone who cares deeply about his nakama, which makes him ignore a lot of his own problems if that means helping them, which is why he tried to let her down easily at first. He still protected her, because even though she made him uncomfortable, she's still a member of Fairy Tail. 

Fifthly, she has several delusions about Gray, as are shown in canon, which are vastly different to how Gray actually is. Which means she's likely in love with her own idea of him, and not Gray himself (Again, this stems from the hero-worship and obsession). So while the delusions are played up for comedy and don't accurately depict Gray, they do accurately depict Juvia's VIEW of Gray. 

Sixthly, she freaks out anytime he so much as speaks to another girl, which is a red-flag. That's not the kind of relationship anyone wants to be in, because it's over controlling and there's no real trust. It also speaks volumes about her codependency issues, which shows that being with Gray(an extremely independent individual) is also bad for her! The ship is toxic both ways. 

Receipts

(and please note I only used a few for each because I could have pulled out more.)

Point 1 (little character growth):

-chapter 48: Juvia's debut chapter. She's depressed after what has clearly been years of abuse and is later reinforced in the few flashbacks we get of her (people leaving because of the rain and other reasons.) 

-chapter 116: this is during the battle of Fairy Tail arc, and while Juvia has a little bit of character growth here, she goes right back to being overly jealous of everyone and trying to control who Gray interacts with as soon as the arc is over. Character development isn't development if it doesn't stick.

-Chapter 424: Juvia is in the exact same headspace as before, making herself sick over someone who rejected her multiple times. She could have gone to others for help! Lucy had a lead on Gray, so refusing that help and keeping to herself only shows that she was obsessed with the idea of doing things herself. This is a toxic mindset and would big a massive red flag in a real relationship, as it shows a desperate need for control over the other person. 

-ft100 chapter 1: she still gets into the same headspace when Gray leaves. This is further proof that the relationship isn't just toxic for Gray, but for Juvia as well. (Extreme codependency is terrible)

Point 2 (emotional manipulation): 

-Chapter 340: Juvia tells Gray that he's rude for being upset. She tells him that he should be smiling! She's blatantly ignoring his feelings and trying to control him. 

-chapter 416: Gray is obviously distraught over what happened, and Juvia tries to make her guilt more important than his grief. She says "Juvia doesn't have the right to love you anymore," which is an obvious guilt trip. She's attempting to get him to respond positively instead of getting the negative responses she usually gets from him by using his grief weakened mindset against him. And that's not even mentioning that she stalked him to his parents grave all the way in Isvan. He clearly didn't invite her. Gray's too private of a character for that, and he obviously expected to be alone, considering his surprise when she shows herself. ("juvia! You followed me here?")

Point 3 (stalking, general abuse)

-see 416 above (how else would she have known he'd have gone back to an entirely different country when he obviously didn't tell anyone, let alone her.)

-episode 50: Juvia attempts to drug Gray with a love potion. This would make him love her regardless of his own feelings, basically making him a slave to her whims. 

-chapter 67: she's clearly shown stalking him before joining Fairy Tail, and she never apologized or grew enough as a character that we can definitely say she wouldn't do so again. 

-episode 129: Juvia stalked Gray when he went on a job with Erza.

-chapter 432: Gray's "why are you here?" Is a clear indication that she shouldn’t be there, and that she most likely followed him.

-there's also multiple sexual harassment issues, such as when Juvia asks Gray to punish/spank(depends on translation) her on Tenrou(chapter 249: "I don't have those kinds of hobbies!" Gray says, and then she responds with "I do") and when she admitted to sleeping with him without his knowledge during the Avatar arc(chapter 424: see Gray's rejections for the quote)

Point 4 (Gray is a softie and tried to let her down easy before being blunt):

-literally the entirety of Fairy Tail.

-Lullaby arc: he protects Lucy and Happy from some of the Eisenwald guild members, and openly worries about Erza pushing herself to hard to finish the mission.

-Galuna arc: he protects Lucy, Natsu, and Happy from Lyon, and he attempted iced shell TWICE to protect them from Lyon's plan.

-Phantom Lord arc: Gray is so adamant about protecting Lucy from Phantom that it's literally what starts Juvia's obsession with Lucy as her "love-rival."

-Tower of Heaven Arc: he's incredibly anxious about getting Erza when she's captured, and arguably the most urgent to get her back to protect her

Do I need to keep going or do you get the picture here?

Point 5(delusions):

-Do I even need to track all these down? There’s one ever dozen chapters or so, so we’ve all seen them.

Point 6(abuse and mistreatment of other characters): 

-Lucy: chapters 77, 79, 86, 103, ect (there's so many more, all for the sake of getting rid of her "Love-Rival")

-Chapter 202: Juvia's is rude to Lisanna even when she's being kind and offering to be Juvia's partner, because she thinks Lisanna might "take" Gray. Gray isn't an object and shouldn't be treated like one, and that shouldn't be Juvia's priority here anyways. She can't see past her obsession to be nice to anyone else.

-chapter 208: Juvia puts Gray's safety over everyone else's and intended to lie to everyone so that she could go find Gray on her own to be his savior. 

Some of Gray's rejections: 

-chapter 271: This is one of the gentler rejections. Juvia brings a sleepy bag for her and Gray, and Gray says "No way am I getting in that." 

-chapter 322: Gray asked her to let go of his hand and she refused.

-chapter 338: "Gray-Sama! I love you!" Was met with Gray's "I don't."

-chapter 424: "slept together.... well tried to. He kicked me out." Quoted Directly from Juvia. 

One last thing: As someone who has been stalked TWICE, I can attest for how it fucks up your mental state. While it was still nowhere near as extreme as some of the lengths Juvia went to, it STILL has lingering effects on me. I still have difficulty even talking about it at times, because of how much it's fucked me up and given me paranoia. I literally live out in the middle of fucking no where and the though of my window now being covered terrifies me. What Juvia does is not okay, and I refuse to shut up about how toxic they are.

[panharmonium]

Merlin 👀

First impression:

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

I loved how curious and sunny and optimistic he was.  I loved how he was so genuinely interested in everyone around him and so willing to get involved in their lives to help them.  I loved how much hope and faith he had that things could get better.  I loved the little moments when you were reminded that he was a teenager (I laugh every time he throws himself dramatically onto the bed after Gaius scolds him about using magic - he has a legitimate reason to be upset, obviously; it’s just still so funny when the camera cuts to him lying face-first on the mattress).  

Impression now:

Merlin did something I didn’t expect any character to ever be able to do and just barely knocked Obi-Wan Kenobi out of my “top character” slot.  Merlin is my all-time favorite character in anything ever.  I’ve never been quite so invested in a fictional character’s happiness before.

Favorite moment:

This is an impossible question, lol.  Every single moment is my favorite moment.  I honestly tried to go through and pick one for this, but there’s no way I can do it.

Idea for a story:

Welp, I am currently working on one about the immediate post-Season 3 era, because Lancelot and Merlin’s relationship is one of my favorites to explore and I can’t believe the show skipped the entire year they were in Camelot together.

Unpopular opinion:

This isn’t an unpopular opinion; it’s an unpopular fact: Merlin isn’t in love with Arthur. XD

Favorite relationship:

Literally every single one of Merlin’s relationships is compelling to me.  Gwen, Gaius, Arthur, Gwaine, and Lancelot are particular faves.  

And then obviously I think everybody knows by now that I am deeply invested in Merlin’s friendship with Will. <3

Favorite headcanon:

Again, I don’t know if this counts as a headcanon per se; it’s just more of how I choose to interpret the character, but if I had to pick something to put here, I guess I’d say that I have very set opinions on how Merlin connects to his home.  

I know sometimes fanworks will have him think things like “Camelot was his true home” or “Ealdor had never really been his home anyway,” but I personally don’t believe Merlin sees things that way.  I think Merlin has always considered Ealdor (and Cenred’s kingdom, by default) to be his home.  He’s carved out a place for himself in Camelot, too, but when Freya asks him, “Where is home?” he doesn’t say, “Camelot.”  He says “Ealdor.”

Camelot might be important to him in a different way, but if somebody asks about home, the answer is always going to be Ealdor.  And the thing about Merlin and Ealdor is that even though he struggled there sometimes, it’s clear that he still feels deeply connected to the people and the land.  He cares tremendously when his community is under attack.  He cheers “For Ealdor!” with just as much pride as the rest of his people.  He exposes his magic to save those same people’s lives.  He is still very much a part of that community, whether his childhood there was lonely or not.  He knows all of his neighbors intimately.  Their village is tiny.  He used to work alongside these people every day - everyone pitches in together.  And even if his neighbors didn’t always love him in quite the way he wished they would, there is clearly something about all of them that he cares about, something that he finds valuable and admirable and worthy of protection.

So it isn’t exactly a headcanon, I suppose, but whenever I write Merlin in Camelot, I’m writing a Merlin who feels that he’s far from home.  Camelot is miles from Ealdor, not just geographically, but in terms of the life Merlin is used to having and the work he’s used to doing and the land he’s used to living on.  The city is wildly unfamiliar and completely foreign to anything Merlin’s ever known, and I think he finds this exciting at first, but as time goes on (and especially after Season 1 is over) a sort of permanent, low-level homesickness sets in, one that he knows he can’t ever fix, because he definitely doesn’t want to go back to Ealdor, and he knows he could never live there again, but he still misses the land and the life he had there.  He loves his home, in a complicated way.  Sometimes he glances out his little window at the White Mountains and sees how small and distant they look on the northern horizon, and he remembers how they towered over the valley where Ealdor lay and blotted out the stars on a clear night, and he feels a hollow tug in his chest, like he left a piece of himself behind there.

So I guess what I would say about my “headcanon” is just that I think Merlin’s home looms larger in his mind that he lets on.  I think there are very specific reasons why he virtually never talks about it, but I think it’s something that is often in his thoughts, and I think his upbringing there always determines his reaction to things in Camelot that he finds bizarre or silly or frustrating (see: “I think you’re mad; I think you’re all mad.  People should marry for love.  Not convenience.”  Or: “Oh, yeah, the tournament where the knights ride around hitting each other with blunt weapons for no good reason?”).  Camelot isn’t the norm for Merlin; Ealdor is.  Merlin is a rural peasant farmer from a rural peasant village.  That’s always going to be true, whatever else becomes of him later.

[lonelyandlovelorn]

Scars

A/N: A lot of things with this. One, it roughly takes place in 2015/16? And we’re just gonna assume that tension in the team is low, that civil war isn’t on the horizon. Also, there’s quite a lot of Tony in this, if that’s something you don’t like. I’m also just going to place them in Avengers tower for convenience. I wanted to make a soulmate thing, and I like the idea of the shared scars one, but I needed to make it extra depressing, because I’m me I guess. Tattoos are sort of like scarring, so I just am counting that as something that also transfers. If you’re not comfortable with the warnings, do not read, please. 

Genre: Soulmate au, angst with a smidge of fluff

Warning: swearing, reference to self-harm and suicide attempt

Word count: 2600

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Everyone bears their soulmate’s scars, but you don’t have anyone else to share with. Except maybe this world is weird and maybe that’s not true. 

Masterlist

You were 10 when you realized you didn’t have a soulmate. You were taught early on, as scars started to appear on your classmates that they hadn’t received. Teachers explained the scars one day, that every time your soulmate was scarred, it would show up on your body. You were 10 when you looked at your body to see that every mark was your own. You were 10 when you realized that the universe had looked at you and deemed you unworthy of love. 

You were 13 when you realized you were depressed. Unlike the rest of your classmates, who had either already met their soulmate or had one to look forward to, you had spent 3 years with the knowledge that you had no one weighing down on you.

You were 15 when you cut the first time. You just wanted to feel something, and who would you be hurting, if there was no one to take on your marks. You hid that habit for 2 years before you took it further. Your parents found you bleeding out in your bathroom and rushed you to the emergency room. You didn’t try anything more after that. That’s not to say everything was immediately better, but you realized when you woke up in the hospital to your mother and father with tears running down your face, you realized that maybe you didn’t need a soulmate to be loved. 

You grew up a little, moved forward. You got a semicolon tattoo on your wrist over your scars, for yourself, to prove to yourself that you could continue. You got better, never completely free, but you were okay. 

You were 24 when a scar showed up on your side that wasn’t yours. You stood in front of the mirror that morning after your shower, staring at your reflection. You were completely incomprehensive and unmoving. There was no way you were over 20 years older than your soulmate, but what other explanation could there be for suddenly finding scars that had never been there before?

-- 

Steve Rogers woke up in a world that was completely alien to him. He was so disoriented by the world around him that it was nearly a month before he noticed the scars on his wrists that hadn’t been there when he had gone under. For a long time, he had no idea what had happened, but he was even more confused by the ink in his skin. He obviously knew what a semicolon was, but could not figure out why there was one on his wrist. 

He realized suddenly one night when looking at them that they weren’t his. He had grown up during the Depression, hadn’t had the liberty of caring so much about soulmates, but he knew enough when he was younger that he didn’t have a soulmate. Somehow, though, he had come out of the ice only to find out he did have one, they were just from a different time.

It wasn’t until over a year later, when things had calmed down, aliens weren’t coming from the sky, and he had a team he trusted, that he found out more about those scars. Apparently Tony had seen them in passing, and in a moment of un-Tony-like concern, he had pulled Steve aside to ask about it, if he was okay. When these questions were met with confusion on Steve’s end, Tony quickly figured out that they weren’t Steve’s own doing. Seeing that Tony’s confusion lessened, but his concern didn’t, Steve became worried. 

“I assumed they were from an accident, although I’ve always been confused about the tattoo.” Tony looked hesitant to explain what he had deduced, but finally caved.

“Those cuts are self-inflicted.” Steve didn’t even seem to process what that meant, but he gave Tony his full attention anyway. “Your soulmate got really low sometime in their life, and they took out all their feelings out on themselves. They found a razor or a knife and cut themselves to distract from whatever their mental pain was.” Steve’s heart broke as he looked at the lines on his arm, understanding suddenly that he was meant for someone who had been through a lot of darkness. 

“But what about the tattoo?” he asked, confused what punctuation had to do with any of this. 

“Well that’s the good news and bad news I guess. It means that she likely made an attempt on her life at some point. But that tattoo means she survived. In short, the tattoo is supposed to symbolize that the sentence of her life didn’t end, it just had a pause and continued on with a new part.” Steve was relieved to understand the tattoo, but was sure he had never felt so much pain for another person, especially one he didn’t know. 

Steve thought it over for a moment before looking to Tony in more confusion. “How do you know so much about this?” 

Tony looked like he had hoped Steve wouldn’t ask, but nevertheless, rolled his own sleeve up to show his battle scars. “These aren’t Peppers. It was a long time ago, and I’m fine.” Steve was barely placated but knew he could do nothing for his friend. He was grateful to see substantially less scars on the billionaires wrist, though. 

A very manly hug was exchanged before they parted ways.

Steve could think of nothing but the pain his soulmate must have gone through for the next month, and the thoughts followed him through the next few years. 

-- 

Fucking aliens. Again. Why is it always aliens?

You hadn’t been around for the battle of New York, but you know about it. Everyone knows about it. At the time, you didn’t live in the city, moving there a few years following because rent was pretty cheap in a place that had been nearly destroyed. You had found a job, made a few friends, and you were okay. 

And then aliens attacked again. 

This time wasn’t nearly as bad as the first one, barely even comparable. But it still interrupted your day. The only good that came from it was meeting Iron Man. He had managed to save you from the roof caving in, and he dropped you off safely a good distance from the fighting. Everything happened so fast, you barely even knew what happened, and it’s not like there was time to chit chat, so it wasn’t so much meeting Iron Man as seeing Iron Man. 

You were watching the news footage back, admiring the efficiency of the Avengers. There was a clip of Captain America taking a hit to the thigh. It was uncannily close to where your newest scar was, but hundreds of people had been involved in the attack, there was no way you were fated to a national legend. Evening if the timing seemed to make more sense than being bound to a literal child, you couldn’t find it in yourself to think you were worthy of an actual hero.

And then Tony Stark showed up at your door. He was dressed casually, no metal suit in sight. Of course you recognized him, but that didn’t help you figure out why he was at your apartment. Thankfully, he explained himself, even if the conversation had a pretty rocky start. 

You invited him inside, where he sat on your couch uninvited, so you sat in the chair across from him. 

“Hi, I’m Tony Stark.”

“Yeah I know.” You probably shouldn’t snark a superhero, but you had no idea what you should do. 

He simply smiled at you before very abruptly asking, “Do you have a soulmate?”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “You’re not my soulmate.”

“No, I’m not, but I might know who is. Unless you’ve figured it out?” He continued speaking when you didn’t respond. “I’m guessing you thought you didn’t have a soulmate until about 4 years ago.”

“How-?” you began, only to be cut off.

“I’ll get to that. But first, can I see your wrist?” You weren’t ashamed of your scars, per se, but that didn’t mean you wanted to flaunt them to strangers. After a moment, though, you realized you couldn’t exactly deny him, so you stretched out your arm. He gave you a grim but sympathetic smile. 

“Thought so. You see, I was reviewing my helmet’s footage from the other day when I noticed something interesting on your arm. You had a pattern of scars that I had seen before, though it was pretty blurry and the only damning evidence was that tattoo.” You cocked your head, but didn’t interrupt. “Do you know who Steve Rogers is?”

“Who doesn’t? I paid attention in history class, but forgive me if I need to brush up before I take an exam.” Your reply only seemed to entertain him. 

“Oh you’re perfect. Well, as I’m sure you’re aware, Steve Rogers came out of the ice a while ago. And he came out with scars on his wrist. At first, I thought they were his, only to realize they were from his soulmate.”

Your eyes widened at what he was clearly telling you. Your ears began to ring at the simple notion that you could be meant for a man who risked his life everyday to save people. He was worth ten of you, how could you be the one for him?

“I can’t be his soulmate.” Of that you were certain.

“Why not?” 

“He’s… Captain America, war hero, national treasure, and a super soldier to boot. I don’t know if anyone is worth him, but I know it’s not me.” You didn’t meet Tony’s eyes, not trying to play for pity. 

“You’re not actually wrong about that. He absolutely is all of those things, but he’s also a man lost in the wrong time, absolutely confused, a major dork, and such a mother hen it’s smothering. What I’m trying to say is that he’s just a guy, and I think he would love to meet you. Plus, I looked you up first, you’re not some failure. You’ve got some stuff under your belt, and I have to say I 100% approve of your sass, you’d be good for him.” You rolled your eyes at the last comment, but still had to think it all over a moment before you could meet his gaze.

“Steve Rogers is my soulmate?” you asked, disbelieving.

“Pretty sure, as long as the stories match up like they seem to. Would you like to come meet him?”

“Today?!” You had started your day with the intention of maybe doing some work at home and treating yourself to a bubble bath, not meeting your soulmate. 

“Doesn’t have to be today.” He pulled something from a pocket and handed it to you. A business card. “You give me a call when you’re ready, but don’t keep him waiting too long. I think you could really help him out.” You were quiet as you took it. He stood up and you walked him out without another word, trying to process what had just happened. 

Two hours later you still couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

--

Steve and Tony were sitting in a pleasant silence the next day when Tony spoke up.

 “I found your soulmate.” 

Steve’s head snapped up so fast it hurt his neck. “You what?”

“I found your soulmate. I went to meet them and gave my contact information. I didn’t want to force you to meet, so I left it up to them.”

“Who? Are they okay?” Steve was dying of curiosity. 

“Yeah, they’re doing fine. I actually found them during that mess the other day and caught their tattoo on footage. I won’t tell you who it is though. They seemed a little spooked as is, so they’ll come when they’re ready.”

Steve nodded, thoughts running a mile a minute at the possibility of meeting his soulmate soon, after all this time. 

--

Three days later, you called Tony. You were nervous, but you needed to meet him. Something inside of you seemed to know that you knew who he was, but weren’t with him. You could feel it like an ache in your chest that reminded you of how it felt to know you didn’t have a soulmate. 

Tony told you to come by the tower the next day. 

-- 

You had never been more nervous. Not when you were waiting for application answers, not waiting for job interviews. You felt ready to burst at your own nerves. You were directed to an elevator off to the side from the main one. You didn’t press any buttons as you were taken to a floor you didn’t even know the number of. As the doors opened, you walked into the room it had stopped at. Tony met you there with a smile before telling you to follow him. You were silent as you walked through the tower behind the genius, in awe of your surroundings. 

Finally, he stopped in what looked like a common area, with a big couch and a television. There was no one around, but he gestured for you to sit down before disappearing. Being left alone in such a foreign place nearly had your nerves shot to hell. You were jittery and nauseous and so scared. What if he saw what you always had? What if Tony was wrong?

You heard them before you saw them. They sounded like they were bickering as they walked through the halls. The talking stopped as soon as he saw you though. 

Seeing a random person in the tower that Tony seemed to be aware of and unconcerned by brought Steve to the only logical conclusion. He looked to Tony for confirmation, who only nodded before stepping away. 

The silence continued as you both simply looked at each other. He moved towards you slowly, sitting a spot away from you on the couch. 

You cleared your throat before breaking the quiet. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You could think of nothing more to say.

“Steve Rogers.” You could see that his thoughts were moving as rapidly as yours, but he kept glancing in the direction of your wrists. Realizing what he was trying to figure out without asking, you let out a breath before lifting your sleeve to show him.

“I was in a bad place when I was younger. I thought the universe had doomed me to be alone and I thought that meant I wasn’t worth anything at all. And it got worse, but I’m okay now. I failed and realized people cared about me, and I’m fine.” He seemed to deflate in relief as you spoke, and it warmed you to realize that he had been worried about you even without actually knowing you. 

“I was pretty certain that I didn’t have a soulmate when I went under, and I was okay with that because I didn’t want to selfishly sacrifice myself only for it to affect someone else.” You smiled at him encouragingly.

It was slow and it was awkward, but you met your soulmate and you were ecstatic. 

--

Tony walked back towards the main room 15 minutes later to make sure they weren’t still sitting in silence. He couldn’t hold back his grin as he heard them speaking, Steve being teased incessantly and taking it like a champ. 

Tony felt like he had done some good. 

Because, yeah, it was a good thing.

[edgypea]

Ehhh I don’t really like any of those Q’s for the Bioshock AU, so maybe just tell us a little about it? Is it based on one of the games (settings) in particular? What roles do the various Kuro characters slot into? (And anything else you want to add.)

Yeah!

So basically this is my excuse to try rewriting Bioshock Infinite, a game I absolutely adore but also really hate (if you’ve played it, you probably know why lol). 

My biggest gripe(s) with it is that it tries to dip its toes into too deep in too many pools. I want to love how it ends because it’s such an interesting note that they try to surprise you with. Because it delves too deep into so many other themes though, it makes the ending feel like it came out of literally nowhere. It felt as though it had literally nothing to do with what we, the player, Booker and Elizabeth, were doing the entire time.

Another issue I had was that they tried to have interesting characters and meaningful relationships between them, but they didn’t... try that hard. Character interactions are too rushed and sudden for the most part after those first two-ish hours of gameplay. 

Yet ANOTHER ISSUE, but this one’s a SPOILER (so please skip this paragraph if you haven’t gone through Bioshock Infinite yet, please): The weird message about how the world isn’t just black and white they were doing to give Elizabeth some ‘character development’. It could’ve worked, but they wanted to compare genocidal racism/classism/ableism/etc with the attempted murder of one (1) white, upper-class child and say that both sides were in the wrong. That could’ve been done... a lot better.

I also recently reblogged a post that explains another reason why the game is disappointing way better than I ever could here if you don’t mind spoilers.

So really, this is a rewrite of Bioshock Infinite attempting to fix what could’ve been a really amazing story, in my personal opinion. I could have very easily done this while using the same characters, but I wanted to also give myself a challenge and throw in completely different characters to fill in the roles of the main cast (+ I’m a kuro blog that hasn’t done a very good job contributing to the fandom so far). So, this is a crossover au.

Roles:

Sebastian: Booker Dewitt

Main character #1.

He’s launched into this situation because he was paid to do it. Or, at least he was promised payment to do this. Go to Columbia, find the boy, and bring him back to wipe away the rest of his crippling debt.

Depressed, impatient, streetsmart, and a former alcoholic. He’s been around the block and knows his way around conflict. 

Also an absolute badass, as to be expected. Plus, look, they have suspicious marks on the back of same hand ;) 

Ciel: Elizabeth

Main character #2

Coy, sarcastic, and booksmart. 

The boy trapped in the tower all his life, being observed without consent because he has something nobody else has. He’s dangerous, but he doesn’t know that yet. He doesn’t do much in terms of socializing anyways, so of course he’s going to freak out when this random man breaks through the roof right in front of him.

He just wants to go to Paris, man.

Circus crew, the servants, and mayybbeee Lau and Ran-Mao: members of the Vox Populi

They all have their reasons to fight for what’s right. Forced to go into hiding or work in inhumane conditions just to survive in the floating city of Colubia, everyone here has the motivation to throw a stone at the 1%.

Agni and Soma: Daisy Fitzroy

Because they come in later, I’m still contemplating a bit on this. Daisy Fitzroy is probably still going to be in this au, but Soma and Agni are going to fill in her story role for the most part (in terms of interacting directly with Ciel and Sebastian).

Reaper GANG: The Luteces

Kinda like how they are in the manga, they’re oddballs that only pop up when they’re needed and typically leave Sebastian and Ciel with more questions than answers. They obviously know more than they’re letting on.

Vincent: Zachary Comstock

A self-proclaimed profit and founder of Columbia. He leads what looks to be a paradise from an outside perspective and he is a man looked up to by all. 

Totally not a cult leader. 

Undertaker: Jeremiah Fink 

Vincent’s right-hand man. He’s the one behind most, if not all of the technological advancements here on Columbia. To add the cherry on top, he’s a job giver to those poor, unfortunate souls who don’t belong in the floating city. 

This is an au that I want to try getting people who are both familiar and unfaliar with the game to be interested in, so I’m kinda excited to see who reads this. I’m excited about the feedback I can get from this, so I can improve my writing.

Because it’s been a while since I put this au aside, I’m currently going back over the first chapter or so and trying to clean it up. This is the first fic I’ll be posting in probably 5-6 years. I’m rusty. Please be patient with me. ;u;

pspsps I commissioned the lovely @luci-on-the-moon quite a while ago to get a feel on what Ciel and Sebby would look like in this au. Find it here, check it out, and give them the attention they deserve. <3

[normal-thoughts-official]

That thing about assumptions on whose more openly affectionate of malec being opposite is so true lol! Like you expect Magnus to be the teasing in public/PDA type but Alecs the one who grabs his ass and kisses him on the cheek and wraps an arm around his waist or shoulders, the one who initiates hand holding and kisses in public, the one who whispers dirty things in his ear?? And magnus adores every minute he just doesnt trust himself to initiate in case it's Too Much or hes being "clingy" :'[

ABSOLUTELY and i think it’s mostly because people don’t realize that magnus and alec’s outer appearance, demeanor-wise, is not only fake, but effectively a defense/coping mechanism

i mean i’ve already talked a lot about magnus many times and it’s been basically canonically established that magnus’ devil-may-care, playboy, detached attitude is the result of him trying to close himself off after too many experiences with abuse

and closing yourself off doesn’t just mean not allowing himself to feel, it also means not letting anyone get too close to you. but magnus can’t really do the “completely isolating yourself in a tower” thing, like Raphael does, because he craves contact and touch and attention and being alone with his thoughts is one of the worst things he can do to himself. 

also, he’s too much of a softie, he’s still there, trying to represent warlocks politically, taking people under his wing. there’s just too much he needs to do, wants to do, so isolating himself physically won’t work. ergo, he needs a facade. a ruse. something between his feelings and others, something to keep him safely isolated and away from people who will- could hurt him and this way he also helps them too, because who needs to have such a broken, despicable, whiny murderer of a friend who brings nothing but emotional baggage to the table?

so he builds this uncaring, detached, but fun persona; someone whose company you can enjoy a lot, who will take you on adventures, who can do a lot of stuff for you, but who’s not deserving FITTING for a deeper relationship, even if just friendship-wise. he’s shallow, he only cares about the Exorbitant Amounts Of Money™ that he’ll get from his “favors” (which is hysterical because I don’t think I’ve seen him being paid a single fucking time in the entire show, not even when fucking lilith showed up at his house claiming to be some warlock he’s never met and asked for a potion, he literally gave it to her for free because she mentioned ragnor. he’s too kind for his own good, honestly. and god the amount of unpaid work he did for these goddamn shadowhunters. unbelievable. he deserved so much better. but anyway, i digress), he’s impulsive and stubborn and listens to no one, he’s all about partying and fashion and sex. so how could he possibly be like in a relationship, if not the teasing one who’s all over the other, showing them off to people, grabbing their ass, gushing over them or whatever. the most surprising part, honestly, would be to see magnus getting in a relationship at all, considering what an unfixable lothario he is and his general disdain for complicated matters - at least in most people’s eyes

as for Alec, well, for many, he’s probably the picture of the Perfect Shadowhunter. clear mind, cool head, cold heart. a soldier so perfect he’s almost a machine, and has never learnt empathy, much less love

it’s obvious that none of this is true, once you take a look. he’s clearly suffering and in a constant battle with himself, not only who he is and who he’s attracted to, but also what he actually believes in - and look, i’m not saying he’s perfect or some kind of woke white savior or anything, cuz he did and said some shitty stuff both in s1 and after it. but he’s also the one who told magnus “take what you need” when magnus needed his strength, and the one who refused to let magnus use his magic to clean the loft when he could do it himself and allow him to rest. and that says a lot. when everyone else, including clary, who supposedly wasn’t even raised in racist shadowhunter culture, treated magnus like a tool, the means to an end, alec remembered magnus’ humanity

so, upon closer inspection, most people would think that he’s just Repressed™. sure, there’s a lot going on in there, that man is conflicted af, and it’s actually a pity. were he raised in another culture, one that wasn’t so set on stripping you of your humanity, he could’ve been a great man. he could have been happy, too. goes to show you how cruel shadowhunters are, even to their own kind. 

so for those people, alec is almost a pity case. he’s stuck in his oppression, helpless, confined. shadowhunter values have been drilled into him so deep that he can’t face his feelings anymore. he lies to himself and smothers any semblance of a “rebellious” thought before it even comes to mind. he’s all but brainwashed, basically

but that’s not exactly true, either

and look, don’t get me wrong, because of course i know that alec struggled like crazy to come to terms with his identity and his attraction. but alec is not brainwashed. if anything, he’s shockingly self-aware 

when he’s in shock after he finds out about his parents and the arranged marriage, he says, “i’ve done everything that they’ve asked, i’ve dedicated all of me to the clave”. he knows exactly what he was sacrificing for them, he knows that there’s a line between what he believes in and what he does because it’s what’s he supposed to, and he knows where it is, too. when he goes on his first date with magnus, he says “i always knew i couldn’t get what i wanted, until you came along”. knew, not thought. it’s not that alec never considered it, always thought it was out of his realm of possibility, couldn’t face the idea; it’s that he thought it over, came to the conclusion that it couldn’t happen, and resigned himself to it. in alec’s eyes, he was making a choice

now, don’t misquote me, because obviously it’s not really a choice when you’re between losing everything you’ve ever had, including your family, or being who you are. i’m not saying that alec chose to be in the closet, i’m saying that he saw it that way. that he was perfectly aware of who he was, and what he wanted, and what he thought, but he knew he couldn’t act on it. there’s a fundamental difference between the way alec acts, and lying or hiding from yourself

so alec is not repressed in the freudian sense of the word, where his desires are all subconscious and whatnot, but in the sense that he won’t act on them

i think alec was never quite good at lying to himself (or anyone, really, but specially not himself. he’s painfully logical and introspective, and he over analyzes everything, including himself. i’m also like this and believe me when i say that it’s almost impossible for me to lie to myself, even when i want to. my therapist and psychiatrist both think it’s appalling lol. lying to yourself is a survivorship skill that i think neither alec nor i ever had)

and then we have the third group of people, the people who realize that, who know that alec knows and actively and consciously represses his desires anyway, but who think that alec is too powerless, too weak, to break out of it. basically another pity case, the poor lightwood boy, so hurt and powerless to do anything about it. 

all of these people are wrong

alec is not weak, he’s- incredibly strong, really. like the shit he did when he came out, that was incredible. and before that, just heading out of the institute to go to magnus’ and help him heal luke when that went straight against clave’s orders? holy shit. straight up ignoring his mom’s calls? id literally die of anxiety before ever being able to do that. and after s1 too, he continuously chose magnus, continuously faced all sorts of enemies, he threatened maryse, who was always the monster under his bed, without batting an eye

alec’s always been strong, and brave, and self-aware. and that’s why his relationship with magnus was way less about figuring out what he wanted or learning how to express his feelings and desires, and way more about allowing himself to do exactly what he wanted. most people would think that alec would need time to adjust to being in a relationship, to being happy, to not looking over his shoulder after every touch or word. that alec would need help to figure out what he was into, what he liked, how to do things, how to feel and to love. but he didn’t, because alec knows himself way too well. once he decided that he could get what he wanted, he just did it and never looked back 

(because he knows how strong he is, too, and there’s an advantage in being trained to be a soldier and diplomat - he’s very aware of his own strengths and how to use them) 

so yeah, there is the reason everyone is wrong and shocked: people assumed that magnus knew what he wanted and was comfortable in his own skin, while alec didn’t. but it’s actually the other way around

if you look at their relationship, the “insecure one” (obviously there’s no such thing as “the insecure one”, everyone has their insecurities, but you know what i mean) was magnus. alec was ready for sex before him, and it seemed that it never occured to alec that he could have fears surrounding that. magnus was the one who was always worried that something would be the Last Straw, make alec leave him. magnus was hesitant to make big gestures of love or just be sappy and romantic, and alec was like “we’ve been dating for 3 months, i think it’s appropriate to propose to magnus”. magnus was scared and insecure, and alec gave zero (0) shits

(not with everything, obviously. i’m not trying to say magnus was the helpless uwu one who needed fixing. just that when it comes to their relationship, magnus was more hesitant than alec was)

because magnus was the one who had been repressing what he wanted. he was the one who couldn’t face the idea of falling in love, of allowing himself to be vulnerable, of being with someone else. after camille, after all the hurt and abuse, he wasn’t ready, and he needed time not only to allow himself to feel, but also to figure out how he feels - to get rid of this deep conviction that he’s worthless, that he should accept crumbs and not look back because it’s the best he’ll ever had. i’ve said that before, but that scene in s2 when magnus gets mad at alec for being a rude bitch, that’s so significant. the magnus from a few years before wouldn’t have said anything, would have just let alec treat him and make excuses for him. “oh he’s new to this,” “oh he was stressed,” “well there’s his brother”, “i was being annoying,” “it’s not his fault”. because that’s what you do when you’ve been through abuse. magnus got into their relationship unwilling to accept being only given crumbs, and unwilling to be anyone’s punchbag. not that alec would do him like that, but it’s important that magnus wouldn’t let him. especially because alec is kind of a dumb bitch who believes people when they say “it’s ok” way too often, so he might not have realized he was hurting magnus, had they met when magnus was in a different headspace

anyway, what i was talking about before i went on yet another big tangent about magnus and his abuse recovery? ah yes, repression

basically what i’m trying to say is: while both magnus and alec struggled with coming to terms with who they are, who they love, and loving and respecting themselves, by the time they got together magnus was the one who needed to be eased into things. he needed time and space to relearn how to be in a relationship, and to be happy in it. while alec needed to jump headfirst into what he wanted and not look back

and look, not to be a disgusting malec stan, but that’s one of the many reasons why they are literal soulmates work so well together. because magnus has been needing someone who loves him so deeply and expresses it so fearlessly, because he’s unused to it, because he’s way too insecure and convinced that he won’t get or doesn’t deserve it. and alec also needs to be able to express his love with abandon, he needs to be affectionate, to tell magnus that he’s beautiful and that every day they’re together is a dream and to give him gifts and to take him to the lock thing and make a romantic dinner with ten dozen red roses because for so long he didn’t allow himself. obviously they both love and are loved, and they both love each other equally and fiercely, and magnus also always expresses it, it’s not a one-way thing. but to alec, being able to express his love and affection for magnus is a wonder, it’s something that he’s still in awe of, realizing that he gets to have this, to be in love and let the whole world see. to say exactly what he feels. i think that’s one of the reasons why alec never beats around the bush, just goes straight into “it’s moments like this, when i’m staring into the eyes of the man that i love,” and his constant Wedding Vowing, because he’s basically bursting with everything he feels, and just how much, and he fucking wants to express it god damn. why the fuck would he be chill? HE GETS TO HAVE THIS, after denying himself for so long

and magnus, well. magnus really needs it. really needs to be convinced that he’s lovable, and that he deserves not only to be loved but to be loved in a fulfilling, caring way. to be happy in a relationship, not just part of it. that he doesn’t have to constantly sacrifice himself for others

and that’s just one of the many ways in which they suit each other so perfectly. because what they need to say is what the other needs to hear, and what they have is so strong it can calm the storm that’s been inside of them for so long. they have the kind of love where they’re sad together, happy together, silly together, angry together, where they get to be competitive dorks and say dumb shit, and also to have slow and calm mornings, and also to feel juts as intensely as they desire. they have it all they are soulmates they have a one in a million kind of connection they are so perfect for each other and in this essay i will

[intomyshadow]

Meet Mari

Word count: 1600 (3 to 13 minutes) | Rating: T | Story: Into My Shadow

Note: Fantasy races (common and original), magic

Read Dira’s character introduction

Read Noyo’s character introduction

The Blossoming of Year 185: Dawn’s Strike Era

The streets of Garres were like veins, carrying goods and people wherever they needed to go in the city. Sometimes, to places they’d rather not be. Reliable and chaotic, the contradictory way life worked anywhere else. It made the cobblestone streets easy to map in her mind, especially with practice. Anyone could tell the sunbaked almshouse walls from the lofty towers of the governmental district, but only a local could get from one to the other without being late or lost.

Exactly why living in one place for years wasn’t so bad.

Mari knew the routes and schedules of most carriages there. Not to mention basically everyone who kept the city’s blood pumping. Not that any of them really saw her. She was known for her ties to the Union. Only the half-elf who ran their errands and did their chores. Beyond that, she was no more than one of the strangers outside. And it was incredible, the things people let you see and hear when you were invisible.

But if there was one skill she had mastered, it had to be knowing when to wait for the right moment.

The morning mail coach came soaring down the road, and everyone knew they had the run of the road. Stopping one meant paying a fine—even if you did it by mistake. Mari was in a hurry too, poised to hop across the street on the raised steppingstones the moment it went by. She was close enough to feel it rush past, and a small splash from puddles of yesterday’s rain hit her boots. Nothing that wouldn’t dry. Especially if she ran, and she always did.

Her boots barely tapped against each roughly circular stone that kept people above the water, waste, and manure, then she was on the other side. The poor ladies and gentlemen serving the country from its capital couldn’t do that in their fine heeled shoes and fluffy wigs. Their jobs seemed important with all the shouting, but pretty stifling. So long as she did hers to avoid getting yelled at herself, it didn’t matter.

Darting around frantic storeroom maids in the center of the market square, Mari made her way to the weapons and armor marketplace. The heavy smell of molten metal and coal from smithies burned her nostrils before she even saw the magic shops. All the stores there were more like workshops where you could buy goods, not like the tents and stalls of most other places. Maybe the merchants of magical wares didn’t quite belong there, but there they were. No one really wanted to see them while they picked out a new suit before the festival season or resupplied on early summer vegetables and wines.

Pulling the empty satchel up her shoulder, Mari kept her eyes up and stuck close to the wall. The only people around the weapons shops were assistants to the Guard Captain, hunters, and mercenaries. They covered the whole nation’s people: dwarves, elves, people with mixed descent like her, and even the lone chiali now and again. None of them were gifted with patience for anything that didn’t apply to their work, or none that Mari knew. All she had to be was fast and out of their way. She had to move quickly anyway since it would be hot and muggy soon, and Mari wouldn’t be up to as much running.

She ducked into the open rounded doorway of the mages’ goods shop soon enough. Could have done it with her eyes closed, but it was better that she didn’t.

“Hm?” The shopkeep frowned over the counter, glaring down at her from his stool. That sternness was just part of his expression, she learned that shortly after they first met years ago. He was framed by jars of all kinds of magical goods, some open and easy to reach and others sealed and locked on the top shelves behind the front counter. His thick, black moustache with flecks of grey twitched with his ‘tsk’. Fat fingers tied off the thin rope around some gathered stems of faintly glowing thistles that she didn’t recognize. Not yet. The dwarf was no mage, but he knew more than she’d ever forget about magic in the wild—and he liked to remind anyone who came in of that. “Just you, is it?”

“Yeah,” she said with a nod, dropping the rolled parchment on the counter. The Union’s crest was emblazoned on the outside beside the ribbon holding it closed—a precaution for all their parchment in case something important was lost, supposedly. “Got the whole Union order here.”

He kept that surprising delicate touch from the flowers when he swept up the scroll, pulling the ribbon loose to unroll it. From habit, he muttered it out loud as his dull blue eyes moved down the list.

That week’s resupply trip called for more of what Mari recognized. No Union storeroom run was complete without basic healing herbs, but this one included various roots and powders to carve into protective sigils on armor and shields. Plus some fake-sounding items like will-‘o-the-wisp dust. Mari read about them in the Union’s in-house library when most people were asleep, and she doubted they gave off anything like dust. If finding your way back to your original spot after getting tricked by a will-‘o-the-wisp only meant following a dust trail, why did people stay lost?

But if the Union mages asked for it, it had to be real. Maybe it wasn’t literal. Like sprigs of baby’s breath.

“The glass is new,” she interrupted his mumbling and pointed to the windows. Usually, just fancy clothes and jewelry stores had glass windows, but they had gotten more common in other shops with decent sales. Having the Union buying through him most of the time would do that for his profits. She heard him stomping down the ladder from his stool while she leaned to check for outside hinges through the window. “Kept the shutters. Smart.”

“Mmhm. Wait here.”

Wait, he said, like it ever took him long. Mari was barely taller than him when she did her first supply run for the Union, and she was amazed at how quickly he measured and packaged everything. While he worked, she put her satchel up on the counter and flipped it open for him just in time for him to nestle the first bag of herbs in.

“Walk gently,” he ordered as he pat down a box of packed powder.

“Understood.”

“Not how you usually dart around here.” He pierced her with another glare, tossing the tired leather flap over her bag to close it.

“Yes, sir.”

“I mean it.” Punctuating that with a calloused fingertip pointed at her, he moved the bag over to her open hands at the counter’s edge.

“I said yes,” she repeated with an uneasy grimace, not sure what else he wanted. Mari raised the shoulder strap over her head for the steadier carrying it obviously needed.

“And this.” Less gently, he brought a package up onto the smooth wooden countertop and pushed it over to her. The wrapping job wasn’t like his usual. No practical plain paper held in place with twine, but deep slate blue paper with thick silver ribbon adorning it. The contents were clearly a book. Mari softened her grimace but didn’t reach for it. In all the years she knew him, he didn’t adorn anything. If someone wanted to get a gift to a member of the Mages’ Union, they wouldn’t go through him and definitely not her. Even a surprise gift would be better off handled by actual delivery people.

“What’s this?”

“For you.” Glancing back down to it and again to him, Mari closed her hand around the strap over her chest. This just got more and more confusing. Who would give her something? Mari didn’t talk to anyone she didn’t have to, so there was no one to send her an unexpected present.

“What for?”

“A gift,” he observed, being his usual blunt self, but without any of the clarity that usually came with it. He must have read something in her glance at the present because he muttered something before offering something she could hear. “If you’ve got your mind set on working at that place ‘til you’re grey, be serious about educating yourself. Before you get killed.”

“Alright,” she asked, as bewildered as ever. No one got a nice shop with glass windows and shutters because they gave out gifts to the spry little stray running tasks for the Union. Still, she picked up the package. It was heavier than she guessed it would be… Probably two books, then. Trading the grimace for a level stare, Mari thanked the stars she was talking to someone who didn’t waste words. “But what’s that to you?”

The long hairs of his moustache ruffled in his scoff as he settled back up onto his stool. Leaning over the counter, he almost looked like he was smirking. “You have a birthday, don’t you?”

“Suppose I do.” Giving him a shrug, she continued her answer. “Not sure when it is, though.”

“In that case, doesn’t matter when you get a present.” Nodding to the book, he scooched back into his seat and reached for another bundle of glowing thistle. “There’s your gift.”

“From?” He quirked an eyebrow, clearly at his limit for questions. She should have figured it was straight from him anyway. There weren’t many people who remembered Mari and her interest in magic. Add in apparently having a reason to present her with a new book… Well, that didn’t leave a lot of choices. “Right. Thanks.”

“Mmhm. Don’t die.”

Want early access to posts like these? Become a patron!

To support the story, you can also tip me on Ko-Fi.

[theweasleysredhair]

We’re Soulmates? {Soulmate AU} {Pt.4} [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black

Word Count: 2066

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: On a random day of a random year, you will switch bodies with your soulmate, and you won’t switch back until you meet again. In which Sirius Black wakes up to find himself in a female’s body, and absolutely freaks out.

Other Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: This is the final part of “We’re Soulmates?” It’s taken me a while, and I’m so thankful to everyone who’s waited for the finale. I hope you love reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! x

+ + + + +

Something you had grown to love about being Sirius was his clothes, especially his sweatshirts. They were warm, comfy and smelt like him - no matter how much you tried to convince yourself this wasn't a reason you liked wearing them so much.

And as much as you hated to admit it, you were, slowly but surely, beginning to feel something towards the black haired boy, not that you'd tell him yet. You wouldn't be able to handle the smugness that would come with him being proven right - he was already extremely egotistical, you wouldn't survive him knowing you liked him.

It was weird, what with him being in your body and everything, but every cheeky comment and cocky smirk made your heart skip a beat.

Okay so you were definitely falling for Sirius Black.

It was an odd thing, falling in love with someone who was in your body, but you guessed if anyone could make you do it, it would be the charming dark haired Gryffindor himself.

You refused to admit it out loud. That would make it real, and that made your stomach do somersaults, but from nerves or butterflies you weren't sure.

So you loved him in secret, suddenly noticing small things that you didn't before, but now were all you could think of.

Like the aforementioned sweatshirts, or the way his hair was always perfect (no matter how you'd slept on it the night before), or his bone structure - Merlin his bone structure was something created from a Greek god. Must've been, because cheekbones that pronounced, and a jawline that sharp, could not have been down to just lucky genes.

Your feelings bothered you. Yes, you were supposed to feel this way for the dark haired lad, but you still had this nagging feeling, this tiny bit of doubt, that maybe Sirius wasn't your soulmate after all. Though obviously this wasn't true, you couldn't help but think that he deserved... more.

All in all, you were having a hard time accepting how you felt, throwing excuses out this way and that, just to avoid the truth. And to avoid him, as you had been trying your best to do for the last week.

You were afraid, above everything else. You weren’t ready for the responsibility of being with someone who you had to make it work with for the rest of your life. And you didn’t want to look at Sirius, feeling how you did, and switch back suddenly, without being able to speak to him for yourself first.

It was difficult. There was a pull, a magnetic attraction that urged you in his direction, and you knew he felt it too, which made avoiding him that much harder. It made your heart ache - a side effect of being soulmates you assumed - to stay away from him for so long but you knew you needed the time alone to prepare yourself for a long relationship with the dark haired boy.

Sitting on the ledge of the window in the Astronomy Tower, you looked out at the views below, taking in the beauty. The sun was just setting, casting a red glow across the school grounds, and illuminating the Forbidden Forest.

As you appreciated the scenery, the time alone also allowed you to reflect on your life - more specifically, your love life.

Of course Sirius was an attractive young man - you’d have to be blind not to see it. And he was funny, smart when he tried and a good-hearted lad deep down. You could do a lot worse.

As you thought about him, you couldn’t keep your smile at bay, and that is when you decided. You loved Sirius Black, and you were finally ready to let him know.

-

Sirius made his way slowly down the hallway, a frown adorning his features as he looked around for you. Usually he’d just use the map, however with him not being himself, he thought it best not to ask James to borrow it, as no one else was supposed to know about it.

You’d been avoiding him, he knew that. It did hurt, knowing that you didn’t want to be around him, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to float around the castle in search for you - it was like his mind calmed when he was around you, like he couldn’t remember a time he wasn’t happy. He didn’t even need to speaking to you, he simply just wanted to be near you in some way, just to know you were there.

He began to climb the steps up to the Astronomy Tower - if he couldn’t find you, maybe looking at the stars would soothe him. As a child he had always stared out of his bedroom window at night when he couldn’t sleep, letting himself wonder about the many stars and galaxies in the universe. It always calmed him, and he hoped it would tonight.

Sirius slowly reached the top of the stairs, his hands shoved into his pockets as he glanced around the room. His breath hitched at he saw a figure, seemingly glowing under the moonlight shining through the window.

“Y/n?” Your head snapped towards his direction, eyes widened slightly as you saw him step towards you.

“Oh, Sirius, hi!” You exclaimed, surprised. He suddenly stopped a few feet in front of you, looking up at you in awe, eyes shining. “W-Why are you looking at me like that?”

Sirius grinned happily, “You called me Sirius.”

“Oh! Sorry,” you looked down, fiddling with your hands. He reached out to place his hand over yours as he replied quickly, “Don’t be sorry! I prefer it when you call me Sirius.”

Glancing up to see him smiling at you, you returned the grin, “You do?” “Of course Y/n,” Sirius emphasised your first name, “means you’re getting fonder of me.”

“Does not,” you protested indignantly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Sirius smirked as he mocked your actions, “Does so. What do you reckon, you starting to fall for me yet?”

You hesitated, blinking helplessly up at him. Gulping, you continued to look into his eyes, then you heard yourself stuttering, “I-I-I mean I... um... I-“

The dark haired boy raised his eyebrows, a smile toying at his lips as sat down on the ledge beside you. He noticed your pause and pulled your hands into his lap, looking at you expectantly. “You what?” He asked with a cheeky smirk.

"I... well... I don’t know about falling for you, but I do want you to know that... that I hate how perfect your bloody hair is, like what's all that about? How come you get the perfect hair and I don't? And I hate how your eyes are like really pretty. And how you get all this attention from people. You can literally walk into a room and everyone's eyes are on you! And not in a bad way! And you know what else, I just really hate that your clothes are actually really soft and smell really nice and I love wearing them even though I'm supposed to be being you anyway and honestly when or if we ever turn back into ourselves I am stealing your grey sweatshirt, you have no say in the matter,” you rambled, cursing yourself mentally for stumbling on your words, continuing staring at the intertwined hands resting upon Sirius’ lap as your heart beat faster as you realised you had all but admitted how you felt.

When you finally looked up, you saw him staring at you in a way you couldn't explain, a grin plastered across his face, "Fine by me doll, you're the girl I'm supposed to spend my life with, I think I can accept you stealing my clothes from time to time."

You blinked, before letting out a scoff, “That's all you have to say? I just basically poured my heart out there. Practically told you that I'm... I don't know..."

"You're what? What are you?" Sirius probed, leaning towards you.

"You I know what I'm trying to say!”

“No I... I don't think I do,” he shook his head innocently, however his smug grin said otherwise.

"Black!"

"L/n!" He mimicked.

"Fine! I'm in love with you, happy?” You threw your arms up in the arm exasperatedly, watching as his grin got wider, “... what?”

"Oh I already knew what you were trying to say, I just wanted you to admit it. I knew you would fall in love with me, I mean, I'm just too amazing for you not to!” He boasted, nodding at you, “As I've said before doll, as soon as we switch back, I'm going to snog the hell out of you."

You shook your head slowly at him, although you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, “You’re going to be the death of me. It’s a good job I like you as much as I do.”

There was a moment where you felt the world freeze around you, and then as quickly as it had, you found yourself sitting on the opposite side of the ledge, staring into the stormy grey eyes of Sirius Black.

You both looked at each other with the same shocked expression and mouths agape.

As you reached up to check your own face, you exclaimed, “We changed back!"

"Fuck- c'mere," Sirius breathed out, standing up and pulling up up with him. He grabbed you by your hips, bringing you towards him quickly.

He barely brushed his lips against yours, an action you both loved and hated, as it felt good him being so close, but you wanted him closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he finally pushed his lips to yours, kissing you with everything he had.

You had only heard stories of a soulmates’ first kiss, but this... this was much more than you could have ever imagined. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, groaning softly as he licked your bottom lip, biting lightly as you granted him entrance.

He slowly walked you back towards the wall, pressing you between it and his chest, keeping you as close as he could, kissing you as if it were the last thing he’d ever do.

“Did you know I love you?” Sirius mumbled against your lips, pads of his thumbs tracing shapes on your hips. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes.

“I had a feeling,” you said with a cheeky smile, before replying properly, “I-I love you too.”

Without giving you a reply, he simply pressed his lips to yours again, eyes fluttering shut as you gripped his shirt in one hand, his hair in the other.

You weren’t sure when you would’ve stopped if it weren’t for the clearing of a throat behind you, making you pull back and Sirius turn around.

“Only came up here to do my Astronomy homework... but this is great! I mean I knew something was different with you,” James teased with a laugh, “You two switched, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” Sirius replied, wrapping an arm around your hip and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I ship it, my baby Padfoot and his baby L/n. Fabulous! I'll start planning the wedding now - Quidditch themed of course. Colour scheme will be red and gold - obviously - and there’ll be broomsticks for people to ride on and you’ll get married up on a broomstick in front of the goals and-“

As James rambled on with himself, you looked at Sirius, “I am not getting married on a field.”

Sirius laughed, “Why not, it would be amazing!” “Just no, grass stains on a white dress? I don’t think so,” you shook your head with a smile as you glanced back over at James, who continued to plan your wedding aloud. “Can you believe him?” you said amused.

Sirius shook his head fondly, the smile never leaving his face, “He can plan whatever wedding he wants for us to be honest.” You raised an eyebrow at him, tilting your head to one side questioningly.

He just looked back at you lovingly, grabbing your hand in his and pulling it up to press his lips against your knuckles, “I don't care where I get married, just as long as it's to you.”