#but i doubt anyone else would be interested

[acciocriativity]

->You're hyper independent || Ateez Reactions || Hyung Line

Genre: fluff, angst (because of the theme on itself), slice of life AU

Warnings: NONE

N/A: This is a very real trauma response that real people have. However, I tried to keep it light, humorous, and focus on the support and love the reader received from the boys in different contexts instead of the actual trauma triggering situation that cause the trauma response. If I, in any way, offend people who have this trauma response, I'm open to learning and editing this, if necessary.

N/A ²: This is a gender neutral! reader.

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Kim Hongjoong (김홍중): You don’t let him pay for you, and he’s helpless

On your very first date with Hongjoong, just as casually as he wiped out his card to pay for the meal, you wiped out yours. That day, he learned you were as hardheaded as he was, which was an interesting surprise. There was no dance of “Oh, I pay. No, it’s okay, I can pay. No, I insist. Oh, if you insist, then…” as he imagined at first. If you said you were going to pay, then you would do so. In the end, you both agreed to slip the bill even.

That was a common occurrence at the beginning of your relationship, a spit-even bill no matter the cost of the meal or whatever you were doing together.

It wasn’t like he was flaunting his money, nor did he want to offend you in any way, which you didn’t think was the case, thank God. It just became second nature for him to be attentive to those around him, and if he had an opportunity to do something nice for people he cared about, why would he not? Why wouldn’t you let him? You thought he was adorable when he vented that to you on a 1 A.M. something call, like those thoughts plagued his dreams or something. You liked your man a little dramatic like that.

There were times when it was a given that he bought something for the two of you, and then you made sure to put your money on something else for you both that same day. He thought you would rather keep things “separated” at that stage, where things were uncertain, to not create any kind of “debts” with each other, it seemed, although he didn’t agree with that trail of thoughts at all, and it was a bit offensive to him. First, because he’d never be the type of man to expect anybody to owe him anything after dinner, and second, because he hadn’t any doubts about the relationship.

His suspicions weren’t that far off, honestly. You said plainly you rather avoid any discomfort or expectations at this stage of your relationship with him, and he could sleep well because you knew how caring he was even if he wasn’t the one paying for you.

It was lovely for him to know what you thought of him. A simple phrase made his day, and if that was your answer, then he wouldn’t push it. Even if he was desperate to know what those discomforts were for you and if they happened frequently in the past.

For now, he’d gladly wait for you while you met in the middle, even if he feels a little helpless.

Park Seonghwa (박성화): he isn’t allowed to baby you like you baby him, but mama raised no bitch

It wasn’t a rule per se, but the only 3 times he ever tried to baby you during your one-year relationship like you usually do with him, two of them made you almost become physically ill, and the last of them, you were, in fact, ill.

He never thought karma would hit him as hard as it did when he met you for the first time. His tsundere exterior was nothing compared to yours. It felt like he encountered another version of himself, one that he lost to instantly. It was safe to say your charm wasn’t cuteness. It was how attentive you were, how you cared for anyone around you in a quiet and practical way, and how you were honest above all. You were reliable, steady, and so so warm with those you cared for. He was down bad before he could say the word “tsundere”.

The first time was a mistake, almost an instinct. It wasn’t rare for you to be cute unintentionally, but just as much as one shouldn’t make any sudden noise to not scare a grumpy cat away after it laid near, he should not have cooed and pinched your cheeks while you tried some of his stew at a dinner night at his house, the first of many.

He didn’t move, his arms hurt from the position he was in. The sheer astonishment on your face made him freeze, but there was no way of reversing time. There was no running from this. It was done. He feared for his life as you slowly processed what was happening to you.

It was clear how deeply you disliked it, even if you didn’t say so, and Seonghwa always prided himself on being a great boyfriend, so he kept that in mind to never do it again.

But he is just a man at the end of the day, a very, very weak man, and your cheeks are really, really perfect to pinch. Still, he chose his battles carefully, and the last two attempts were successful because you always let him off the hook without much of anything. In all honesty, he was the cutest and childlike one in the relationship even if he didn’t show it after first, and you fell hard for that side of him. The way his pretty brown eyes shined with mischief whenever he got away with calling you cute or cooing at you melted your heart on the spot, so you let him.

If it was anyone else, you’d run as far as you could from whoever it was, even your own parents. You were just not a touchy person at all, because maybe you grew up without people giving that kind of love to you then, but you got used to it from Seonghwa. Of course, it was best if he never knew how much power he actually had, so you let him fear for his life for a moment or two.

Unfortunately, Seonghwa was a cute, silly man, but he was your cute, silly man.

Jeong Yunho (정윤호): You don’t ask him for help, but what else can he do with his acts of service love language?

You two have been friends for a good while now, that kind of friend who everyone thought would amount to something else yet never did. The time to risk for something more was the night you two met, but neither of you took any action then. Now, you two had a good friendship, and that was more than enough for both of you.

Yunho couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t thought of what ifs with you in the past, but in his mind, you were never interested in him like this, so the whole thing was pointless. You didn’t seem interested in a romantic relationship then just as much as you don’t now, and he was fine with it.

You had a nice future ahead of you. A lot of your time was spent on building a good curriculum for college and then a solid career for yourself in a predominantly male industry. It was a rough path, sometimes you wondered if that was the right choice or not, doubted your own capabilities because your colleagues did so all the time, but at the end of the day you had amazing people to remind you who you were, you had Yunho. Sometimes, you wondered if he was a mind reader of sorts.

You dreaded the simple thought of looking weak, even if it was something as little as asking for some space to vent. You grew up with the mindset that any kind of vulnerability was bad, which wasn’t healthy for you at all, but it feels like it’s too late to change, even if you want to. However, the thing about Yunho is that he’d never allow you to ask for anything because he hands you anything you might need.

Did you need someone to distract you after a rough day of work? That’s a given. His silly memes and TikTok’s were waiting for your reply. Oh, you actually needed space for yourself? It’s ok. He’s got the hint quickly, and he’d leave you be with a simple encouraging message to remind you to rest and contact him the next day.

The good stuff came when you had your weekend free because he remembered you wanted to shop for a new couch, and given the amount of work, it’d be great to have a helping hand, right? Oh, it’s rot-in-bed day instead? Well, it's a good thing he’s versatile.

You never really asked for an all-in-one man, but you got him anyway, so better enjoy it!

Kang Yeosang (강여상): You’re the only person he choose to chase and God forbid if that ever reaches San’s ears

He’s an idol, he’s been in this industry for almost a decade, so he understood being busy, and this overwhelming need to isolate yourself and forget about everything else outside your room. The key difference is that he couldn’t do that much. However, that seemed to be your favorite way to cope lately. It was a lose-lose for him because if you were not locked away in your own world, then you were busy with a million other things.

You’re the only friend from his childhood he still has a relatively stable relationship because of how close in stages of life you two always have been, even now, both working in very different industries.

It has been like this since the very beginning. You two always aimed to be something in the future when you were kids. What you two would be was a different question, and neither was ready to answer. In the teen years, Yeosang got his answer while you worked hard to get into a good college, hoping to find yours when you got there. That could’ve been the end of the friendship, but you were both so aligned still that it could only be fate. He took a chance at a smaller company, and you decided to study something different than you had imagined for yourself. You both had similar struggles, doubts, and accomplishments around the same time. It was a running joke at this point.

He had to remind himself of that sweet part so he wouldn’t lose it the moment you actually picked up his calls. He knew lately it’s been tough for you. Only you chose not to speak about it and went right into your suffer-alone mode.

The upsetting part of all this was the fact that these were your vacation days, you earned them and he wouldn’t be Kang Yeosang if he’d let you waste it in bed all day after he heard for months all about the places you wanted to go. It was a coincidence the fact that he also recently got some free days for himself.

He was nice enough. He gave you a last heads-up that he was coming. In another life, he could say he wasn’t taking no for an answer, but you wouldn’t say no to him in this lifetime.

It’s only been a while since he was slightly concerned with this “on my own” approach to coping with the pain because you decided not to include him in it. The why he didn’t know, neither was he interested in it. But looking back, you’ve always acted like this, like a little fortress of sorts, like you had to be strong for all to see and this was the first time he was taking an action against it.

[beef-brisket]

Michael chuckled and sat in a nearby chair. He was obviously too tall for it, and the size difference was almost comical.

Michael: Now now, brother. Where's the fun in that? Besides, I doubt you'd hear me all the way up here.

Adam tensed as Michael's gaze shifted from Lucifer to him.

Michael: Adam. I like the new look. I had a feeling you'd be more bird like, it suits you.

Qdam: I- really? You think so?

Michael: Oh, definitely. And I see I have more nieces and nephews. I would have appreciated a card to inform me of their birth, but I don't expect such things of you anymore, Lucifer. Too used to your own company to remember anyone else.

Lucifer glared: I like to keep these things private, Michael.

Michael: Oh yes. I know. I trust the pregnancy wasn't to rough on you, Adam.

Adam: Uh- this litter was a bit bigger, so that was a struggle. But Lucifer was a big help.

Michael: As he should be. Well, now. Looking at your size, you should more than be able to carry a full litter. I'm assuming you two are far from finished populating the earth.

Lucifer: Brother, please-.

Adam: Far from it!

Michael smiled: Very good. I'm pleased to hear it. Your children are always so darling, aren't they? Now, brother. I've heard a few rumours through the grapevine I'm sure you would like to hear about.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow: Oh? What rumours?

Michael: ...Father is up to something.

Lucifer sighed: When isn't he. Is that really it, Michael?

Michael smirked: Aren't you impatient. And here I thought you'd want to know every detail and whereabouts of the man who wants to turn your children and mate into fertiliser. But no, I guess not.

Lucifer growled and crawled over to Michael, getting into his face. He rose himself to his full height, trying to intimidate his older brother.

Lucifer: Watch what you say, brother. Now, tell me what he's up to.

Michael smiled up at his brother, clearly not intimidated. Adam remembered that the first time he met Michael. As he left, his form changed into something more monstrous. It sent chills down Adam's spine just recalling it.

But he thinks there's more to Michael than he shows. He tries to appear more human, but Adam knows better. He always has an uncomfortable feeling looking at him. He's kind enough, but Adam can't help but feel there's something else just beneath the surface.

Michael: Oh, calm down before you make a fool of yourself. I believe father is planning on putting an end to your union with Adam. I've noticed a few things in the forest. The animals had disappeared a few weeks ago, like they knew something was here. Then, a few days ago, they returned.

Lucifer: How interesting, anything else?

Adam: Lu. Let him speak.

Michael: Thank you, Adam. As I was saying. A few days ago, the animals returned. Mainly deer and boars. Some rabbits. But their different. Their like a cheap mimic, and that mimic doesn't know how these animals moved or walked. I hunted a deer a day or so ago, and it attacked. It even started to change, but I killed it before that happened. It's not safe here, Lucifer. I believe father is making this location as deadly as possible, so when the time comes for him to strike, you and Adam will be outnumbered.

Adam: I'm one of you now- I can protect them, your dad shouldn't hate me now, right?

Michael sighed: I'm sorry, Adam. But father... he knows you were human. He'll see this as a mockery of our species. He's even gathering out siblings, Lucifer. Telling them lies about Adam, deadly lies. Turning them against him... Azael and Uriel are already geared up for a fight. A big one. They wouldn't tell me what was happening. It seems I've been shunned for the most part.

Lucifer: Shit... what do you suggest?

Michael: Well, that's the smartest question you've asked all year! You run, brother. Take your children, and run... but, at this stage, you'll be a danger to them.

Lucifer: I'm not leaving him.

Michael: I know. I wasn't directing that to you.

Lucifer slowly turned to Adam who was staring at Michael.

Adam: ...I'm the danger. I'm putting them in danger.

Michael: ...Unfortunately.

Monster under the bed au where Lucifer is a monster and "terrorizing" Adam?

And by terrorizing, I mean fucking. Grossly. Disgustingly.

Complete monster porn.

Oh no, are my kinks coming out again? Oh well 😉

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Don't tease me with a hot au lol

Oh, what if Adam bought a new house and that's when it starts?

[danyseastar]

this is an INCREDIBLY disingenuous take, which doesn’t shock me in the slightest despite season two utterly destroying the fanon perception of alicent many have made up in their minds.

rhaenyra did not want to marry laenor, book or show. it is a direct consequence of viserys’ inability to be anything other than a complacent door mat, and daemon attempting to sully rhaenyra’s reputation in the hopes that viserys will marry her to him. the only husband she chooses is daemon.

the show did her far less justice in that it created a storyline of rhaenyra being given a ‘choice’ or at the very least the ‘illusion of choice’ before being forced to marry. the situation leading up to it is roughly the same minus that aspect is the book. i have no doubt in my mind that viserys would have concocted some scheme to bring the velaryon’s back into the fold regardless of rhaenyra’s reputation being put into question, but i digress. i’m not here to talk about hypotheticals.

rhaenyra has no intentions of not ‘doing her duty’ or ‘not sacrificing herself enough’ in this endeavor. this person is purposely misleading with their usage of only part of the quote (the one that fits the narrative they want to push). below is the dialogue for the scene this person is talking about:

the conversation, as this person so eloquently put, is not about rhaenyra wanting to ‘fuck whoever she pleases.’ it’s two teenagers put into a predicament they don’t want to be in; one because she both does not want to marry and wishes to find love with someone else, and the other a closeted gay man with no interest in women. the full quote is, “that we perform our DUTIES to our fathers, then each of us dines as we see fit.” rhaenyra had no initial interest in not having trueborn children with her husband. this is further proven with the season one episode seven line, “i had hoped to bear your [laenor’s] children.”

another point i’d like to make is WHY exactly is it seen as such a character flaw to not want to be looked down upon, or taken advantage of? to want freedom and flights of fancy and the ability to be happy? a certain someone DID her duty, and she wasn’t happy. she SACRIFICED everything, and she still wasn’t happy. she ultimately decides to gift her sons on a silver platter to the enemy in her pursuit of protecting her daughter and granddaughter; after a conversation where she admits that she was jealous of rhaenyra, for finding that happiness she herself was unable to grasp. this is not a moral failing on rhaenyra’s part. i don’t care what the in world ethics are of any given situation, i’m not going to sit back and look at a system meant to hurt women and root for it, whether my favorite character supports it or not. whether i deem it the ‘safest’ option (it isn’t) for my favorites lives to continue. how is anyone meant to break the wheel if they continuously allow themselves to be stepped on, or god forbid uphold it for their own personal gain?

‘i’m supposed to root* for her?’ you don’t have to root for her. you’re not obliged to. you’re not going to be burned at the stake. you’re not special for siding with overt female subjugation because the only women you deem to deserve better are those who perform their duties unwillingly and sacrifice their bodies and minds in the process. those who don’t fit into mold of the patriarchy be damned, the imperfect victims that they are, the ‘bad’ women of society.

[annakabeybeh]

Batman & Robin #17 Review

I don't know if there's too much or too little to unpack here. I'm really loving this chapters and leaving me wanting more. It's steady and calm in the pacing without feeling boring. It's just perfect. Little by little it's opening the story of Memento and I absolutely love it.

The mix of past and present could be a little annoying to some but I feel it has a good effect because even if tells you almost nothing it still gives you a precedent of things to happen.

I love the way Damanian's character is being build, it's a change from his always sure demeanor. He always had doubts about himself but he tried to no show them so this Damian is a nice breath for his development.

Spoilers ahead

This panel is important.

1st Is he talking about the way he was raised? Talia and Ras or was a small backhanded comment about Bruce? It could be both but I love the idea of it being about Bruce. Yes, Damian is intellingent and brilliant for his age but that doesn't mean that he should be doing what he's doing. He might at that moment saying that Bruce could be more and do more by being a normal citizen than as Batman and it is a good take, boring in comic sense but it is an amazing take.

2nd The doubt about the need of Batman in Gotham, it is a issue talked about in a book I read, Batman and Psychology. The question is Batman the reason everything happens or everything happens and that's why Batman is needed. The question as far as I know has arose outside comics not in them and this being questioned for me it is interesting. It's a doubt beyond capacity of a character but more of need and reason (Do I make sense? I hope so)

This panel is something that I feel writers had made Bruce do over and over again. Bruce blames others for his failiures (Blamed Dick for Jason's death. Tried to guilt trip Jason about Damian's death -DAMN BRUCE, FUCK YOU!- and he even blamed and guilt tripped Damian about Alfred's death -Again, Fuck you Bruce) but this goes beyond that in my opinion, why? Because this is a Bruce that relies on his Robin, he's not an accessory, he's an extension of himself and it was shown not only with this interaction but with the chapter before but it also goes beyond just passing blame because it also shows that Damian is getting away and he doesn't like that.

Is this just jealousy of a parent as he watch his son drift away?

Damian had been raised to be a villain or a vigilante, his choice nevertheless and his connection with Thomas Wayne was bigger than Bruce expected. He understood him and he liked him, in a way that Damian might not like Bruce but in the way Damian liked and loved Alfred. I love the idea that Damian is seeing Dr. Bashar's as some sort of Alfred's substitute (I do not trust the man but Damian needed that support because let's be honest Bruce is not that, not for Damian and not for anyone.) This show Damian in a nutshell. A person that sees the world and sees not only what's infront of him but what it can be. He sees he can be bigger and better than what he's that moment.

I mean Bruce, your ego, keep it in check. He should have done this since the beggining but he didn't because of his ego but now that Damian is interested in someone else, looking up someone that is not him he became this kind of person. That's what I feel. I find it funny and it will funnier that there's nothing to doubt the man.

This interesting. She had been suspicion that Jack is Batman but this is not a comfimation of the suspicion but to show that despite everything Damian is Bruce's son and I love it. They're different but similar. I feel that this is like comfirming that he won't stop being Robin (Don't do that to me, I need more Damian content I love him so much).

The team up with Jason is something that would fuel more disputes between Bruce and Damian. Some sort of jealousy from both of them and I love the idea, they need to communicate but they are too stuborn to do so. Damian's fears and doubts about himself and what he thinks Bruce wants from him push him to not tell him stuff. That kind of stuff was something he shared with Alfred and he hadn't found someone to confide in so Bashar had stepped because he communicates and Bruce hadn't communicated he never had ease Damian's worries.

The title of the new chapter seems Chef's kiss to me. A reference to both Death in the family and Death of the Family. I have big expectations in next chapters. Tbh this is what Damian is for me.

[seramilla]

I assume you've seen this meme before but Sera has never kissed anyone and Carmilla is expecting to kiss with tongue

Sera never imagined anyone would be interested in her. Next in line to be High Seraphim, the elders had hand-picked her to be the example to which every other angel must aspire. She has big shoes to fill, and spends hours upon hours every day in prayer, penitence, and deep study. Learning the duties of her station and how to protect the Winners who will one day be under her care.

She will be in charge of every human soul one day. She literally has no time for relationships. It comes as such a surprise, then, when a young Dominion angel, Carmilla, takes a unique interest in her.

Sera doesn't have a lot of time for herself. So any waking moment she can steal away to be with her thoughts, she will take it. To Heaven's gardens, a quiet hilltop away from the hustle and bustle of the city, or a musty, dusty museum of Enochian literature that no one else bothers to visit except the really holy and devout.

And another young angel. One about her age, or maybe a little older. Taking one book off the shelf, flipping through it rapidly, before returning it to its resting place, and grabbing yet another, rinsing and repeating the cycle. Her back is to Sera initially, but when the other angel turns to face a bookshelf closer to her, and Sera can better see her features, a blush like a field of wheat erupts across her face.

The other angel is, putting it bluntly, the most beautiful creature Sera has ever seen. Long hair, dark lashes, wings huge and healthy and strong, like that of a warrior. Yet her legs and dainty stance are that of a dancer. Even the way she moves -- book in one hand, subtly twirling and miming graceful steps as she reads, as if she's practicing something from within the texts -- exudes a discipline and grace the likes of which Sera has never witnessed before.

It would be inept for Sera to compare her to a bird. All angels are bird-like. But this woman in particular...she seems to fly across the floor as easily as in the air, silent and never missing a step, despite having all her attention on the book.

"Dios mío!" the other angel vents in frustration. "Is there nothing in here but the basics? Where are the advanced steps?"

Well, that confirms it, Sera thinks. This woman is a dancer. A quite adept one, at that. As if there were any doubt.

Sera's about to open her mouth. She knows this library like the back of her hand. She could step in, offer to help the other woman. She knows where all the advanced books are on dance, music, song, the gospels, everything a sentient mind could fathom. She is in her element. The forebearer of knowledge. She can be useful, for once!

She might have done that, anyhow, if the shelf she'd been leaning on, while she'd been staring in rapt attention at this young woman and paying no mind about where she put her weight, starts to teeter precariously. Sera screeches, trying to catch it, but only manages to fall onto the floor, flat on her face.

The other woman in the room jumps and turns around, just in time to see the shelf topple onto the floor, scattering ancient books and tomes every which way. A winter shower of loose pages falls all around them like snow.

Sera is on the floor, the evidence of her failure on display every which way she looks. Her gaze is stuck to the ground, golden blush spreading down to her shoulders and beck. The woman can probably see the gleam of it through her robes, it's so bright.

How did this happen? How could she be so stupid? This woman must take her for an idiot, a clumsy oaf, a useless--!

Suddenly, a hand appears in her peripheral vision. Sera looks up, and the woman is standing before her, bent down to help her to her feet. Her proffered hand is large and strong. With long fingers, calluses, and scars, like she's been training recently. There are small bandages on some of her fingers. Sera can't stop staring at them.

"Are you all right?" the woman asks. "That was quite a tumble."

There is no inkling of judgement or amusement in the other woman's features. Just concern, and a warm smile that, once again, Sera has to really struggle to draw her attention away from.

"Oh, Heaven. Oh, goodness. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen! I'm such a fool!"

Sera takes the offered hand. It's warm. Tender. Rough, but soft, in all the right ways. There is so much strength hidden beneath, in the way she squeezes Sera's fingers as she pulls her up, but most of it is constrained. So perfect and poised, just like she thought she'd be. She helps Sera get steady again on her feet.

"I'm Carmilla, by the way," the woman says, beaming at her. "And you are?"

Sera stares. Carmilla. Wha a wonderful...beautiful...inspiring name. It's like a note of pure music in her hindbrain.

It's so...befitting of her.

"I'm...Sera."

"Good to meet you, Sera. Now, let's see if we can set this mess to rights."

It doesn't take long. Especially not with Carmilla's strength. For every handful of books that Sera can carry in her arms, Carmilla can hold twice as many. Since Sera knows this library practically by heart, she takes on the task of gathering and organizing the books. Carmilla single-handedly sets the bookshelf upright again, and quickly puts the books that Sera has cataloged back onto the shelf in the proper order.

It takes them maybe 20 minutes...30 minutes, tops. By the time the large clock in the main square chimes the noon hour, the shelf and books are back in their rightful places. Anyone who enters would be none the wiser, that this room had looked like a disaster zone just a few moments prior.

Carmilla pokes Sera in the side playfully, giving her a knowing glance. No one else will know...but they will know. Just this thought alone makes Sera blush again. But Carmilla is smiling, in a genuine, only slightly teasing way, so that gives Sera strength enough to smile too.

"Thank you for your assistance, Carmilla," Sera says, rubbing her hands against her arms sheepishly, like she's cold. "Truly. I could have gotten into so much trouble if you hadn't stepped in."

"De nada, Sera," Carmilla says, turning to face her. Carmilla looks so noble...so chivalrous standing there. It leaves Sera speechless. Her body heats at their proximity. She's so close, she could reach out and touch her.

"Anything for a cosita linda such as yourself."

Sera's brows turn down in confusion. This woman has such an unusual manner of speaking. With all her study of languages, one would think she'd be familiar with it. Would it be uncouth of her to just...?

"I'm sorry, Carmilla. Forgive me. I don't...I'm not certain what you're saying."

Maybe that was the wrong thing to say...or the right thing. Sera is very much unsure. Because all of a sudden, Carmilla is moving closer. Much more than before. She's a fair deal shorter than Sera, but still, Sera finds herself stepping backward, until she's crowded against the shelf again, bumping into it, and her heart jumps in fear that it may fall again.

It doesn't. Thank Heaven. But at this point, she has other things on her mind, because Carmilla has invaded her space. Not in an overbearing way, but she is so overwhelmingly, deliciously close. She stands on tiptoe, leaning toward Sera's face. The Seraphim's mouth is open, lips quavering in a silent tremble, trying to find words but unable to locate any that might be useful. Carmilla studies her mouth, a warm smile never leaving her features.

"It means beautiful woman," Carmilla whispers, leaning closer, breath ghosting again Sera's. "Which you are. Has anyone ever told you that, Sera?"

Oh lord. Oh Heaven. The way she says Sera's name. Accentuating the "S". Rolling the "R" on her tongue, like she's playing with it. Like she looks like she wants to play with Sera's mouth right about now. A whine starts in the back of Sera's throat. She struggles to keep it down.

"Oh--oh!" Sera says, feigning composure. She has none of it. If Carmilla's body weren't so near, holding her against the bookshelf, she would crumble onto the cold marble floor in a heap. "I--I'm--Thank--Um--!"

"Can I kiss you?"

Oh. Oh this...

Sera spontaneously combusts. There is no other word to describe it. Her face, her body, everything inside her erupts in gold. This is not where she'd been expecting this encounter to go. Carmilla is beautiful, certainly, but she had looked so poised. So distant. So unassuming. Never in 10 million years would she have expected this. This situation has reached critical mass.

Of course, Carmilla can. But should she? Should Sera let her? They literally just met. Do normal people kiss complete strangers so quickly? Are they strangers, if they know each other's names? Maybe this isn't safe. Carmilla could tear her apart if she wanted to, with her bare hands. Sera doesn't know what she's capable of. Oh, Heaven, don't think that way! Honestly, that is starting to sound appealing too...

"Yes!" Sera replies. Short, curt, and to the point. The word pops out of her mouth, without her permission. Too late to take it back now.

Carmilla obliges. All too eagerly. She has to really lean up to reach Sera's lips, bracing one large hand on a shelf and drawing herself up on tiptoe to smash Sera's mouth to hers.

Carmilla's mouth dances against hers. Just as in the way her body moves, Carmilla leads Sera in a mutual back and forth of lips and tongue. Sera is inexperienced and untrained. Has no idea where to put her nose, or which way to turn her head for better access. Carmilla grips the back of her neck, both to hold her in place and guide her angle. Then they slot together so perfectly, Carmilla's breath mixing with hers, and even though Sera's feet are ten toes down, she still feels like she's flying. Nothing on the ground even matters anymore.

Carmilla pulls away. Gives Sera a few moments to catch her breath, and gauge whether what just happened is okay.

Okay? Okay? Sera feels wild. Manic, even. Her chest is heaving, and she's giving Carmilla such a wide, goofy-looking grin, she's almost embarrassed at her lack of decorum. Even though she'd literally been sucking face with this woman a moment ago. All sense of reason is gone. Has left the building.

"Wow. I--I never--Heaven, that was--!"

Sera doesn't get the chance to finish her statement. As soon as she is able to speak again, Carmilla is coming right back in, practically vacuum-sealing her mouth to Sera's once again. Except this time, instead of just playing against her lips, the smaller angel's tongue makes an impromptu invasion of Sera's mouth. Sera squeaks, not un-like a mouse, and accidently shoves Carmilla away from her in panic.

It all happens so fast. Carmilla's still half-way propped up against the shelf, so when Sera pulls away, Carmila's arms pinwheel backward as she starts to fall. Thankfully, Sera catches her, wrapping her arms around Carmilla's back as she descends, like she's dipping her.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Sera screeches. "I didn't expect you to--you didn't tell me you would--I'm sorry!"

Carmilla only looks up at her. Sera is holding her in her arms, like Carmilla is the damsel being dipped during the slow dance. Sera continues apologizing profusely, certain she's made some faux paux, or broken some unbroken rule. She's not used to this. But Carmilla only smiles. She straightens herself, and pats Sera on the cheek affectionately.

"No, I'm sorry. I was too forward. That was my fault. I should have told you, but you were just so..."

Carmilla lets her words hang there a moment, infusing their meaning into the air around them. She'll let Sera come to her own conclusions about what she intended to say. She doesn't want to uncessarily frighten her again.

Sera knows what she meant. Beautiful.

"How about this..." Carmilla suggests. "We do what we should have done, and you let me take you out to dinner sometime? We can talk and get to know each other, before trying tongue again. Sound fair?"

Sera flushes again. For the third...fourth time in a row? Carmilla is so unbelievably out of Sera's league. It's ridiculous she's even giving Sera the time of day. Yet, she stands there, holding her arm out to Sera, as if waiting for a handshake. This person is the most strange...most intriquing...most attractive she's ever met in her life.

Of course she wants to see her again.

Sera shakes her hand. With a light grip at first, but when Carmilla squeezes harder, she giggles, and returns the gesture.

"Yes," Sera says, beaming through all the blushing. That's a good start. "Of course! I would enjoy nothing more!"

[theamityelf]

any thoughts on how makoto’s yandere S/O would react to finding out that he’s been restricting food due to not feeling like he’s at an attractive weight? i’m asking with nagito, izuru, and mukuro in mind, but if there are additional/different characters that come to mind instead, i’d love hear what you think!

(I see that you sent this ask a second time, so for the record this is the first one! 😁 I was working on it in my drafts, lol.)

Ooh, interesting prompt. I'll do the specific ships you asked for first, then see about some others, lol!

As far as the premise itself, Makoto having body image issues could make a lot of sense, whether it's at Hope's Peak (lots of Olympic athletes and movie stars and supermodels) or at the Future Foundation (just imagining their propaganda images of him are super photoshopped to make his body look "more heroic"). Now, for the ships:

Komaegi

I feel like in this case Makoto would be distinctly ashamed of the reason for his bad relationship with food, since Nagito is so focused on principles and virtues. I think Makoto would somewhat expect Nagito to be disappointed by his "vanity".

Nagito's actual reaction depends so heavily on when this happens (pre-Tragedy or post-Tragedy, pre-NWP or post-NWP) and what flavor of yandere he is. Overall, the possibilities exist on a spectrum between Brutal Nagito, who will think it's helpful to reinforce Makoto's insecurities so he can stop fixating on them (or that's the rationalization he offers himself; what he's really doing is keeping Makoto down out of fear that once Makoto knows how amazing he is, he won't need or want him anymore) and Worshiper Nagito, who's just all praise.

So, the former is like, "I see. You're worried you don't look as good as they do? But of course you don't! You're a completely average, normal person. You can't be expected to compare to anyone in a world of Ultimates. Hey, cheer up. Think of it more like this: You don't need to compare to any of them, because no one is looking at you at all! Except me, of course. I think your average build is cute. There's no need to compare yourself to Ultimates; I like you for who you are."

And the latter is like, "Ah, I should have spoken up sooner. How thoughtless of me, to let you waste a second thinking anyone here holds a candle to you. I truly regret my negligence. I would have been singing your praises from the rooftops, had I known you suffered from even the briefest of doubts." And from there he just keeps showering Makoto in compliments about his appearance and personality (and some trace amounts of shade for everyone else) until Makoto goes from ashamed-embarrassed to flattered-embarrassed. And he will be doing this regularly from now on.

Kamuegi

This one's cool because Makoto's attempts to regulate how much he eats will directly grate against Izuru's attempts to feed him good food. It wouldn't take Izuru all that long to figure out Makoto's reservations, but instead of going the way of overwhelming praise like Nagito, he's just going to reinforce the behavior of eating by giving him tasty food and showing him affection when he eats it all (positive reinforcement– providing a positive stimulus to encourage a behavior) and by scolding, insulting, or threatening anyone who continues to feed into Makoto's body image issues (negative reinforcement– removing a negative stimulus to encourage a behavior).

The first part is self-explanatory. The second part is lowkey funny, because all someone has to do is be shirtless in Makoto's presence and have a flatter stomach or bigger muscles, and Izuru is immediately like, "Put those away. You look ridiculous." He's giving everybody else body image issues to make Makoto feel better. And if Future Foundation propaganda is causing Makoto's discomfort, Izuru will be bothering everyone about it until they get the art right. (They probably wouldn't trust him enough to let him make the propaganda himself, especially if we're treat the anime as canon.)

If and when Makoto starts to gain weight as a result of Izuru's treatment, Izuru makes sure that he never feels self-conscious about it.

Naekusaba

For this one, I'm imaging Junko playing a role. Like, maybe when Makoto skips meals or just is hungry in general Junko says that he looks better than usual, and she comments on it like he's gorging himself when he does eat a normal amount. And Mukuro knows what she's doing and eventually has to actually make the decision to push back.

I don't have too much more for that, but it's already a pretty big deal to have her speak out against what Junko's doing, so.

Once she takes that step, she's a more militant (and also clumsier) version of Izuru's negative reinforcement strategy. She doesn't have as precise an understanding of what things make Makoto feel bad, so she's not saying or doing anything to guys who happen to be shirtless around Makoto, but she'll hold a knife to someone's throat for saying the word "fat" in a completely normal way/context.

Also I imagine her as more submissive toward Makoto than Izuru is, so where Izuru would be like, "Eat some more," when Makoto is about to stop eating, Mukuro would be more like, "Is that...all you're eating?" But both result in Makoto picking up his utensils again.

Naezono

Bringing this up just to say that I think that, as a person in the entertainment industry, Sayaka has perhaps also at some point had a less-than-healthy relationship with food, and seeing her own struggle mirrored in Makoto (and vice versa, for him) might help them both kind of climb out of it. She's encouraging him to eat by pretty literally cheering him on, and by doing the same herself. The yandere element comes into play only if someone directly insults Makoto, in which case Sayaka will smile politely and very sweetly post to all her social media that the person called her fat. They'll be getting death threats and other cruel DM's for the rest of their lives. #[ThatPerson]IsOverParty

Naehiro

Similar deal with Chihiro. They're both about to tackle their body dysphoria. It's very sweet, very healing. And if someone ever insults Makoto, Chihiro's challenging them to a physical fight (because I really think the "I want to get stronger!" thing would come out of them in weird ways, for a while). Similar to Mukuro, Chihiro would be shy and awkward about encouraging Makoto to eat, but it would be effective regardless.

Naegiri/Naegami/Tonaegiri/Naegamigiri

Ngl, I feel like Kyoko and Byakuya would be kinda bad at handling this, but in a way I find funny.

Like, Kyoko would notice Makoto's eating habits just as a matter of course, and Byakuya would notice it in an "I took you to this expensive restaurant and you barely ate anything!" way.

And if/when Makoto opens up about his feelings, I feel like both of them would be un-equipped to engage with them in a sensitive way. If he says he's insecure about how he looks, they'd pretty much be like, "Why? That's stupid. Stop being stupid." Any hint of Makoto being insecure or unhappy makes them (I think Byakuya more so than Kyoko) kind of frustrated that they don't know how to alleviate that. They don't really know how to give a great compliment. They'll tell him he looks good, and they'll say or imply that they're attracted to him, but they're simply not speaking Nagito's language.

Yandere-wise, probably the best they can do is seize control of the images he sees. So, they'll smack a magazine right out of his hand, change the channel when he's watching a superhero movie, etc. And he'll be hearing a lot of "Eat." "Finish eating." "You're not done." "You're not getting up until you finish that."

[alchemiclee]

today on Lee Wishes They Were Good at Making Friends/Getting a Big Group of Creative People Together: I really want to do voice acting and have for most my life. buy not as a career. that's too much for me to navigate on my own. I want to do it as a fun, creative side project type thing. I do not have the time and energy to animate and don't have any friends with cool animation skills and time to do it.

I got a taste of what voice acting might feel like from doing gta and red dead rp. getting into a character and giving them a voice is so fun and satisfying. sadly, the gta rp community is quite toxic with the admins and mods generally being out for themselves only and people only wanting to play cops and robber and not engage in actual stories that don't benefit them.

I wish I could get a group of idk at least 10 people together and tell stories using these games as tools. maybe have some rp/improvised acting, but generally follow a story script that I or someone else wrote. tell stories within this universe we create. make episodes and seasons. have set schedules to record together. something like that. it would be so fun and satisfy my yearning for creativity and acting, but not have to deal with job related struggles to do it.

sadly, i'm bad at getting creative and likeminded people together that have the interest and ability to do anything like that with me D: (and i also don't know how to set up and take care if the technical side of servers for those games so i'd need a tech support nerd or 5 as well alone with other actors and script writers. a whole ass team 😭)

[slashify]

We all love tattoo artist Eddie, but consider tattoo artist Steve.

He has an American Robin perched on a trumpet on his bicep for Robin. He gave her a brightly colored ice cream cone on her shoulder in different shades of pink. She rambled about cultural tattoos and the history of tattoos in America when she wasn’t bitching at him (‘Ow! For the love of all that is holy, Dingus!’ ‘Do you need a break?’) the whole time he was doing it.

He finds one of the kids (Max) attempting a stick n poke and gathers them all around for a lecture on safety and cleanliness. He promises the kids he’ll tattoo them for free when they’re old enough.

He and Will have art sessions where they’ll pick a subject and draw it traditionally and then Steve gives him pointers on how he would make the design better for tattooing. Will ends up apprenticing with Steve when he turns 18.

Steve still wears blue jeans and polos. His work is good enough that his customers don’t give a shit how he dresses.

He’s compassionate about coverups. He knows what it’s like to have changed so much that who you once were doesn’t fit anymore.

He’s very versatile, switching between outlines, black and grey shading, subtle highlights, and bold coloring with ease. He can do cartoon work as well as he can do realistic plants, or big cats, or lettering (he checks the spelling five or more times. He’s never messed up, but it’s one of his biggest fears). He has a whole list of referrals from people who like how he does scales. He’s lost count of how many fish, dragons, and snakes he’s done. He’s comfortable with a lot of styles, but he doesn’t do portraits. When Will starts at the shop he excels at portraits. Steve’s happy he’s found his niche.

Steve’s at a tattoo expo to network and check out new techniques when he finds himself stopping to watch an artist doing a tattoo of a demon. The artist has long, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a grin like sunshine, and manages to make something grotesque and beautiful at the same time. Steve checks out the guy’s portfolio and sees a lot of fantasy stuff, dragons and wizards and a familiar looking set of dice, and he knows he has to go grab Will from the food court.

[ayoyoungg]

Maybe it’s too early for me to say this (I’m only on ep 3), but I’ve already seen people online saying that Jentry should be with Kit or Stella instead of Michael and it’s giving…😒

[happi-dreams]

it’s 6:44 am so i’m heading off to bed now but here’s another lil au doodle of my sillies cause i have been writing about their au a lot

[pushing-daisies-renaissance]

I can and WILL write a pushing daisies AU and/or crossover about every single movie and tv show I’m obsessed with and none of you can stop me

[disposal-blueeee]

got some of my jake art reblogged recently and i find it funny because right now i draw this man like this

( by right now i mean like 2 months ago this drawing is old

i'm sure i can draw him better like , actually right now . it's been so long since i drew him which is funny because he's my favorite character and i would die for him

[s0fter-sin]

general society is such an underthought aspect of mha. obviously there’s the big things like the obsession over heroic quirks and the demonisation of villainous quirks. quirkless people are dismissed entirely but i don’t think we talk about how society in general would have to handle a world with super powers.

we know after afo’s first uprising, the government overcorrected and outlawed public quirk usage. we know people have their quirks registered and go through quirk counselling as well as a type of gym class where they practice under teacher supervision.

how in the hell is that supposed to work?

the closest equivalent i can think of is mental health services. someone would have to study for a long time to be able to pursue quirk counselling as a career. it’s also a highly personalised system: everyone has a different quirk - even similar ones have different activations, triggers, exceptions and drawbacks - so no two sessions could ever be the same. if anyone’s been through mental health services, you know how rough it is; it’s an overworked, underpaid system and if you live somewhere that only offers a few free visits, it can also be expensive.

and that’s an elective service.

almost everyone on the planet would need quirk counselling.

there’s no way they could implement such a labour intensive and individual public system and we literally see that they can’t.

we see the gym class in amajiki’s flashback and he only has a few minutes with his teacher before he’s chided for not being more impressive and utilising his quirk to the fullest and they move on to the next student. say a standard class is twenty students like it is at ua. that leaves just over two minutes for each student to learn and practice their quirks. you can’t focus on just one kid per lesson bc what will the other nineteen do? do teachers also have to have a degree in quirk counselling? is that part of becoming a phys ed teacher or is it some random joe schmo trying to wrap his head around literal super powers?

given that inko goes to garaki - a doctor - to confirm izuku’s quirklessness, it can be assumed that quirk counselling is entwined with the medical system. i don’t know if you’ve ever had to apply for a specialist before but you can be on their waiting list for a while. a quirk counsellor is essentially a specialist. are there subcategories of counsellors? do you focus on either emitter, transformation or mutation the way doctors become cardiologists, paediatricians and neurologists? or is one person expected to be equally knowledgeable about all three?

we see through toga that her counsellor identified her need for blood but they didn’t find a way to curb those instincts or even find a supplement for her. she’s left to be abused by her family for something she can’t control bc it’s literally in her dna. compare that to iida who knows he needs orange juice to power his quirk. his entire family are pro heroes so it would be easy to assume they could employ a private quirk counsellor the same way richer people can employ private doctors.

how many people have specific requirements due to their quirks? changes in their physiology that have to be treated the same way nutritional deficiencies and allergies do? even people without mutations probably have those requirements: does kirishima’s shark teeth mean he’s an obligate carnivore? does mina’s acid change her ph levels and what vitamins and minerals she needs? how would they figure that out? quirk counselling.

what about kids like touya who would need extensive counselling so he could figure out how to live with his quirk without hurting himself? kaminari essentially has seizures and they’re so normal to him and everyone around him that they’re the butt of jokes. they wouldn’t be a one and done patient; there’s always going to be people that need continued support the exact same way there’s people that need developmental and disability support. there would be so many quirks that harm their user, are they just taught to bury their quirks? as if that wouldn’t cause any physical or mental consequences?

governments can’t create a system that applies to only some people, we’re expected to believe they’ve made one that applies to all of them?

[garciapimienta]

not a single person asked for my opinion but I have decided i'm going to trust iñaki again, I think he can be the goalkeeper he always seemed he was going to be and that last year's performance was more of a mental thing than an actual reflection of his abilities

[fellhellion]

I have one (1) fear that btsv will reveal Miguel gets his spider powers from his T-shots.

Stabilisers for his spider dna/power was my original thought except I think Miguel took his shot right before throwing the bin at Miles so uh, doesn't seem very stabilising. And now my personal theory is that, given how they seemed to be "hugging" the cells, maybe Miguel spent too long LARPing as his alt self he became part of that universe. And now that that universe is gone he needed to give himself shots to stop from glitching out. Which, may not make sense since that's what the watch is supposed to do, but I think it'd be a neat parallel to Miles having cells from 42.

ehhhhh i don't think miguel exploding really swings the pendulum in either direction (in terms of what the shot actually does), at least in my conception of a dna stabaliser. your theory is a neat one though! it would be interesting if miguel was dealing with some longlasting sideeffects from dipping dimensions.

personally, i think given the visuals of the scene, the most likely answer is that it is to do with spider powers (very similar visual to miles's spider bite, the blue blood cells, the actual needle mimicking a spider bite in terms of the literal injection etc) but it's a toss up right now as to whether spiderverse's iteration of miguel is going to have him be irreversibly changed (and have that change be one out of his control like in the comics) or have it be a self inflicted transformation. the latter possibility of which im personally ehhh not a fan of. but again, at this moment just a possible direction and not a certainty.

[quietwingsinthesky]

zachariah is the best character on this show actually