#but it'd be nice for my existence to be acknowledged. not asking for much - a little mouse click on a fic that very clearly...

[kitkat5628]

I didn't do my homework well so I gotta ask: I mean... I absolutely adore DickBabs but what's the actual reason DC keeps "pushing" for it if it's so "disliked"?

DC acknowledges that DickKory is more popular, they know. And I... Really really doubt they're supposedly afraid/don't like making money😭🙏 If they were I guess many series that didn't sell well would have been longer than they ended up being, yk...

Is it really a bat and titans editorial problem? Because I know people blame the bat editorial but isn't it DC that makes the final decision? — Actually unsure about how all those editorial things work and are, never really looked up😔

Like genuinely ain't no way a ship that is apparently "hated/disliked by many" has been going on not for a decade, but almost 30 years. DC literally drops everything the moment it doesn't make money??😭 No way they're "pushing" it because of the BatFamily when they broke TimSteph up. No way they're "afraid of making money". No way it's because "they're bias about it"???? There have to be another reason.

Can't even say they're trying to "push" a new thing for a few years to see how it goes cause y'all, we're talking about 30 years. Not just, idk, five or six but thirty.

Something that wouldn't make them make money, after so much years, would still exist and they would be trying so hard to keep it up??

DickKory surely has more fans but if DickBabs had none it would have been gone yeeeeears ago, I think🤨 We comic fans that have been reading for years can argue that Tom Taylor run wasn't... The best. He did give us some nice content but it ain't the best of the best (Depends on your tastes too though!)... But it did get more new fans into Nightwing. Like, many, many new. And while we know that the couple doesn't really feel like themselves, new fans seems to have enjoyed it. So I can guess his run did get many more DickBabs shippers — and with Watters writing them even better there might be even more later in the future, if they do keep things up like this. Now that Tom Taylor's books sold a lot, there might be even more DickBabs? Not... sure how it works ahah;; — it'd make sense if they would be trying to "push" it but what about before?😭

Since Tom Taylor, if I'm not mistaking, wanted to get them married but DC stopped him, it means that the bat editorial doesn't have control over everything, obviously... Their decisions do need approval, we can't blame it all on them.

So again there has to be an actual reason that... Makes sense? Other than the "afraid of making money" or "bat editorial being possessive of Dick" or "DC wanting to push BatFamily".

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[tio-trile]

I'm unironically so mad we never got to see grown up Adam. That would have been so cool. Like yes I love focusing on my gay husbands but it came at the expense of every other character that's ever existed. Beelz and Gabe's romance got 7 seconds of screentime, same with Maggie and Nina. Muriel hardly even existed and I keep forgetting their name. What happened to Adam, or the Them, or Warlock, or Anathema and Newt? Did they just, like, die? I don't need a 10 episode explanation on what happened to everyone else but it'd be nice if we could acknowledge that other characters than AziCrow existed. Damn. :(

(Sorry if you're totally getting sick of GOS2 asks! The wound is still fresh.)

Aziraphale and Crowley were the fan-favorite side characters from the book, so Amazon saw "fan-favorite" and ran with that. I'm not going to pretend that I liked the human characters more than I liked Aziraphale and Crowley, but MAN watching the season made me realize how much sense it made to have them not be the main characters 😂 who knows, maybe we'll see returning faces in season 3, but what's done is done and that's not going to fix everything for me.

[spacenintendogs]

😈 Trick or Treat!! 🌔🦇✨

TREAT!!!!! :)

have a big ol' chunk from my snotstrid fic (a later chapter)

It's quiet in Astrid's room. Her parents are out for the day and the rest of their friends are either working or have another engagement. No need for her and Snotlout to put on a show like they usually do.

They can simply exist.

These days are her favorite. She won't admit it, and neither will Snotlout. She knows they're his favorite, too.

They're sitting on her bed. Snotlout is quietly scrolling on his phone while Astrid reads a book Fishlegs let her borrow. It's alright. It's a mystery novel, one that's as predictable as the rest of the ones Astrid has read but the characters are good enough. They at least have personalities. She pauses in her reading at the feeling of Snotlout laying his head down on her lap. Astrid folds the corner of the page she's on and shuts the book. The slap of the book closing startles Snotlout.

"Sorry," Astrid says blandly. Snotlout hums as an acknowledgment of her apology and goes back to scrolling. He's got his phone tilted enough so she can see. It's nothing special. He'll stop to watch a video he finds funny and snort at it. Sends it to one of the twins. Keeps scrolling. Shares a post. Keeps scrolling. Replies to an argument that doesn't matter and never involves him. Keeps scrolling. Blocks the person he'd responded to because they responded back. Keeps scrolling.

Astrid smiles as she watches him make a post, scrolling through his camera roll to find the best photos of Hookfang he has saved. He's switched to the sanctuary's account. When Hiccup initially gave everyone access to the account, Astrid had been so sure it would be a mistake. Nothing has happened except maybe a small battle in who could get the coolest or cutest photo of their dragons. The current one Snotlout has chosen is pretty cute. Hookfang is rolled up in a tangled ball with a small part of his tongue sticking out. Astrid gently runs her fingers through Snotlout's hair as he makes a ridiculous caption and uploads the post. Snotlout sighs and locks his phone, setting it down next to him on the bed.

Astrid continues to run her fingers through his hair as he dozes off. She likes how long his hair has gotten. It's much thicker now, and when he doesn't have it sticking up from the ridiculous gel he uses, it rests nicely on his shoulders. He's recently washed it, probably because he knew he'd be coming over today. It feels soft and looks very fluffy. He also has those matching dark, thick eyebrows. Snotlout claims he doesn't do his eyebrows, but with how shaped they are, and the tweezers she's found in his bathroom after seeing the area around his eyebrows being bright red, he definitely does. Not that she's complaining. He does a nice job.

Her eyes move to the rest of his face. Snotlout's eyes are closed, making it easy to see his long, dark lashes. She swears, men always seem to have the prettier eyelashes. His cheeks are red from sunburn, and the rest of his face is tanned from previous sunburns. Freckles and blemishes are abundant across his face. He loves the sun. He likes being warm.

The dark scraggles of facial hair above his lips and on his chin aren't impressive. He claims he's growing facial hair for her, but somehow his hair grows everywhere else on his body. She doesn't want him to shave his face, though. He looks far too clean when he does.

Astrid's eyes wander down to his strong chest and arms. Summer means tank tops for him. Shirtless whenever he can. His tan lines are nearly non-existent on his upper body. The tank top he's wearing now is loose enough that it hangs low and the sides are open to show his side boob. Astrid snorts to herself at referring to his side boob as side boob.

"What?" Snotlout asks, not amused in the slightest. He hasn't bothered to open his eyes, which is fine. He doesn't need to know she's ogling him. It'd make his ego far too big if that is possible.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"I'm not sleeping," Snotlout mumbles as he shifts himself a little bit and resettles.

"Sure, Lout. Now go back to sleep."

[proton-selfships]

🎵Music, 🕯️Candle, and 🧵Thread for the s/i ask game!!

Lore and S/I Ask Game

Thank you, Starshine!

🎵 Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be?

I was gonna flex my music taste and pick "The Noise Inside My Head" by Assemblage 23 for this one, since that one's got similar themes of feeling overwhelmed by your own mind… But this is the theme song for my S/I.

If I can be real for a second while sparing you all the grisly details, I feel like I struggle in silence a lot against my own mind. Really, it's a struggle just to acknowledge how bad it actually is when I feel like I need to punish myself for being lazy and selfish and inhuman since that's how it must look to anyone on the outside looking in… And that's just in real life! My S/I getting overwhelmed by the sensory input from her powers and feeling like even more of a monster because of how much potential they have to hurt people would just make all of that even worse!

But a big takeaway from my arc is that I don't have to be alone. And really, I never was.

And the way the chorus is addressed to "kid" just hits given all the younger familial and platonic F/Os I've collected in this series who are all going through their own shit, too ;;w;;

🎵 Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your F/O!

I was going to put specific lyrics from this one here, but honestly if I did I'd just be putting down all of them because it fits my perspective of my relationship with Laurel so well! I want to be with her and I'm choosing to be with her! Even if the past still weighs on her, she deserves happiness now and to make her life what she wants it to be with her newfound freedom from the social pressures that threatened to divide us and the lifelong mission that she'd chosen too young! Because I know that's what we both want, and it'll be scary at times and take a while to get there, but we'll walk that road together!

This song's basically the embodiment of my idealistic refusal to give up on Laurel, from the lyrics to the way it sounds! It makes me so emotional to think about askdfjsdkafhsdf ;w;

🕯️ Candle: Do you/your self-insert have a secret? If so, what is it and why do they keep it to themselves? Is it dark and mysterious or something small, yet impactful?

Well, if I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it? ;3

I don't know if I really have any secrets so much as things that I don't talk about in contexts where I don't see a need to or fear it'd make people uncomfortable.

So… Being as vague as possible for the purposes of keeping it suitable to this blog… I end up keeping it a secret for a bit that I secretly enjoyed having been manipulated by Laurel. Not the part where I was complicit in a plan that ended up hurting people, but that feeling of being looked after, and being told what to do and think and being owned by her in some way, was really nice. Plus, it all lined up a little too well with past fictional crushes I've had both in-universe and out LMAO

Laurel and I unpack that later on our own, but it stays between us for obvious reasons given that we're supporting characters in a show aimed at teens, so it wouldn't impact canon at all! (Aside from a throwaway joke or two, since that'll never be off the table in any canon where Gomez and Morticia exist.)

🧵Thread: What would you/your self-insert wear in the source your F/O is from? It can be multiple outfits or just one! Bonus: Do you have a weapon? If so, describe it or show it!

Honestly, just the stuff that I wear in real life since the source is so similar to our world! My go-to is a t-shirt and jeans with sneakers, with a jacket or flannel over it depending on the weather, since it's easy and unobtrusive and having a shirt with cute or cool stuff on it makes me happy! I imagine that'd be a way for the costume designers to slip in a bunch of references to different video games and bands if my S/I were canon.

And the bonus part doesn't apply this time since my S/I never uses a weapon, only her powers. And even then she's not a combatant, she's faculty at a school. A school where a bunch of wild shit happens, so those powers do see a lot of use, but still!

[lovesoakedd]

🌳 (dear god I'm so sorry for how long this is)

Good luck with your semester! Mine just started but the pace will pick up here soon as well. What are you studying if I may ask?

And thanks for the recommendations! I've heard about Leaugue of their own, and will definitely try to check it out! Thank you so much for the essays too.

I definitely understand where you're coming from, since I grew up in a slavic household where television and shows that ever showed queerness would either only show gay men being flamboyant and pink with a high sex drive that made everyone else in the scene uncomfortable (and would make the audience laugh) or very very rarely lesbians that just existed. They were acknowledged but kind of a taboo subject to stay quiet about. Not even a sniff of trans media that wasn't just transvestites that were used as a gag to be laughed at for "how weird and absurd the concept of dressing as a different gender is". So yeah, found out about queerness (outside of stereotypes) in my teens and only really delved into it in my late teens.

Have fun with Stone Butch Blues once you get around to it! There is an audiobook series on YouTube by Paula Sternberg that has content warnings for each chapter at the start that I used as a reference point back when I started reading it (https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLkMNUXey1GjQ7BoXj8vkADQP4coduchuH&si=up2KCI3uXMAE6ry3)

And genuinely thanks for asking about my opinion! I picked up Stone Butch Blues cause I was still figuring out why I liked the identity so much inspite of not being a lesbian and probably being a trans man (both of which turned out to not be true). I started reading it cause I've seen a bunch of posts about butches and butch/femme dynamics for months and liked them a confusing amount, so since I kept seeing it being called the lesbian bible, I picked up the official pdf found on the author's (Leslie Feinberg) website and started reading.

It's kinda hard to describe, but reading and experiencing the story through the protagonist's mind was a mirror-like experience, because a lot of their way of thinking and life philosophy was one I shared. Their journey of self discovery and identity crisis, how they see relationships, their partners and themselves really resonated with me on an uncomfortably close level. Or more so comfortably close level, cause that really was the first time I saw a character who I could really look up to. A role model if you will.

I've had such in media before, but it was more so moral compass role models, usually male characters in media and no one who I could really 100% identify with. Stone Butch Blue's protagonist really hit home in ways literally nothing and no one in life ever did for me before, and it was really the first time in 20ish years that I really felt understood/seen by a story. Like, it's literally indescribable life changing stuff.

If I could bring an artist back to life to have a conversation with, I'd definitely choose Leslie Feinberg. It'd be nice to hear from someone older that there is a place in the world for you and that there are others like you that have existed and do exist, and that life will continue and you'll make it to your 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s like others have before you, y'know?

Sorry for the long ramble, I'm someone with many thoughts

(omg no apology needed! i love hearing book thoughts)

thank you so much! i hope you have a great semester, i always get excited at the start, what with all the new classes and all. i'm an english major! how about you?

yayyy sounds good, let me know what you think!

yes! same, like in bollywood, all the queer rep we got was often two guys just being mistaken as gay for the sake of comedy, or men who are clearly being mocked through the film for being gay. it felt like those were the only ways a lot of people in my community could "handle" seeing queer people -- so long as it was without nuance and exaggerated in order to make cishet people laugh. or just represented in a way that's very othering for queer folk, which again, was for the sake of making cishet people feel humoured and comfortable, since they could look at those characters and distance themselves from them in a way that doesn't demand they question their homophobia and transphobia. so, i totally get that -- it must've been really frustrating :( i'm so glad you were able to explore more of it as you got older, it's always a really exciting and eye-opening experience to find more nuanced and relatable queer rep in media. i remember when i first saw representation of south asian queer people, or muslim queer people, i was so amazed and happy.

thank you so much for the audiobook! it's so helpful to have those content warnings at the start, as well as have the audio to follow along with.

of course! and i'm so glad you picked it up. it's great that you wanted to explore that desire and sense of kinship you felt towards the butch-femme community, and really delve into it in terms of literature. i think that's a great way to learn more about identities and labels, and see if you feel a connection to them. and i'm so glad it helped reveal things for you, i'm sure that must've felt so affirming and exciting!

omg, i know that feeling, and it's literally such a cool experience to read from the perspective of a character and see certain thoughts and ideas you've had expressed in solid sentences for the first time. it's so cool, because it's almost like you get to... idk, re-learn those thoughts and have them validated all over again? because it truly is just so comforting to see it reflected in literature, and it gives your own thoughts this kind of solid weight through shared relatability and tangible expression. i'm so, so happy you got to experience that, and gain someone to look up to due to it. did that help a lot in terms of identifying as a butch? like, having that role model?

and wow, it's amazing you found a book that you resonated with so much and that made you feel so solid in terms of your thoughts and identity. truly, it's so affirming to read something, and feel, "oh, my god, wow, you experience that too? i've never seen it written out/expressed before, but now that i do, wow, i'm realizing just how much i experience this thing too." like, ugh, literature has such a connective way of bouncing all of our experiences upon each other's and making us feel so real and grounded in this world.

for sure! i had an uncle in my family, and he was one of the only people who was known for having a partner of the same gender. not everyone knew, of course, but several of us did, and that's already an accomplishment in my family. he passed around the time i realized i was queer, and sometimes, i really wish he was alive so i can talk to him about what his life was like in the eighties and nineties being a gay man, and his love story with his partner. i always heard he was known to be someone incredibly kind and open, and i just wish i had more of a relationship with him. and so, yeah, i definitely get it, it's incredibly moving to hear of people in our community whose existences prove that queer people have always had a place in this world and the chance to flourish in found families and communities.

omg all good! same here, so it's really nice to read hehe

[purplesurveys]

1943

Are you more afraid of death or not completely living? Not completely living. Death happens to all...I can easily accept that. But I don't think I can forgive myself if I end up not living my life to the fullest I can make it.

What are you most afraid of? I feel like my answer here changes every time I'm asked this, haha. To prove that point, today I'm feeling most afraid of being helpless in vulnerable situations. Scenarios like getting raped, being held at gunpoint or knifepoint, being demanded that I turn over my wallet... stuff like that.

If you had $100 dollars, how would you spend it? Hundred percent it'd go to savings. ~5000 bucks is still a very big deal and I don't want to spend it recklessly right off the bat.

What’s something you would love to have happen right now? For traffic in this country to be permanently eradicated, lol. I came from Makati earlier today and was in a State of Shock seeing EDSA still as stacked as goddamn ever. As if it was weekday rush hour. Unbelievable. I want to go out less and less everyday – the traffic takes up most of people's energy and patience anyway, lmao.

You were given the opportunity to get a new cellular device, what do you choose? I'd go for the iPhone 16, I guess. I'm not desperate to have it since the features haven't changed much, and my 13 still feels relatively new to me; but if I get a freebie pass for a new phone I might as well get the latest version.

How nice of a person are you, honestly? Tbh I try to be as nice as I can to everyone, but I admittedly have a bias toward service crew...or, really, anyone who is from a lower income class. Parking attendants, security guards, baristas, servers, Grab drivers... god knows how other people may have already treated them or spoken to them that day. So I'm nice. It's free to do. If the meal I wanted to order is out of stock, it's not the end of the world; let's just get another one. Versus older, entitled people who'd have a meltdown if their stupid fucking pasta is unavailable.

For people who look middle class or rich, I'm also nice but I generally keep it formal, if that makes sense. I'm just nice enough to not cause a scene – mostly because I expect more from them to be more educated and be just as nice. It's also the richer people who are more uptight or act super entitled, so I've learned not to overly bend over backwards for them.

Is there anyone of your preferred sex who tends to mess with your head? My mom sometimes does.

What have you recently gotten the most compliments on? My hair, since I dyed it brown a few days ago. It's still super fresh and noticeable, so people have been telling me how nice it looks.

Do and your best friend(s) act the same, or are very different from each other? There's many overlaps but I feel like in the grand scheme of things we're more different from each other than we are the same.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how shy are you? I want to say a 6. I won't shy away from small talk, but I also gauge my level of interaction based on how un-shy the other person is. If they seem talkative, I'd definitely talk to them. But if they seem introverted or don't want to be bothered, I won't force myself on them.

Have you ever fallen for your best friend? Yeah.

Who was the last person you made plans with? I asked my sister to go with me to the vet tomorrow for Cooper's monthly appointment.

Are you currently wearing a charm bracelet? Nopes.

Do you have any embarrassing usernames? Not currently, but my first Twitter username fucking sucked lol. In my (very weak) defense it was 2008, I was 10, and nobody knew yet what constituted a good or cringy username at the time...but in any case I think it's safe to say that username aged like milk and I try not to acknowledge its existence LOL

Do you have a backpack in a shape of an animal? Not me, but my sister. Girly is OBSESSED with plushies and anything animal-themed these days, so she's racked up quite the collection of animal-shaped stuff.

Do you ever get called the quiet girl? Yeah definitely, especially when I was in grade/high school. It wasn't my favorite environment so I just waited till college to open up.

Have you ever itched yourself until your skin was raw? Yes, I have pretty bad and sensitive dermatitis :( I actually have a patch on my thigh now – it started itching on Thursday, and now it's equal parts bruise and equal parts rash. The rash I could understand, but I could not for the life of me understand why the edges started bruising.

Do you always clear your history after using the computer? No, not really. I clear my cache and cookies if I notice my usual pages not loading or if the laptop seems generally slower, but that's it. I don't want to lose past links.

Have you ever had your food stolen by a bird? Definitely could have happened before but no particular memory sticks out.

Do you have any Christmas pajama pants? Nope.

Do you ever wear red lipstick? Sometimes. Depends on the colors I'm wearing that day.

Did you go to high school with your current best friend? I did :)

Have you ever wanted to be vegetarian or vegan? Yes, when I was a teenager. I followed this vegan baker blogger who at that time for me was the coolest person in the world, and I wanted to be like her sooooo badly. I still find her very rad, but I've grown out of the vegan ambition haha. Only the super rich can afford being vegan here, anyway.

Do you like eggnog? I haven't tried it but I really want to and I also feel like I'd love it!

Who is the person you dislike the most? I dislike the people I dislike equally. There isn't one I'd have the strongest feelings for.

Girls, how old were you when you first got your period? I had just turned 10. Like, three weeks after turning 10.

Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? My parents insist I don't, but I hand them a certain amount anyway every two weeks. They can funnel that to anywhere they want.

What is your favourite way to eat rice? I mean there is no 'favorite' way for my Asian ass lmao. Rice is just rice for me; it's second nature and is in every meal I eat. Whether white rice, fried rice, kimchi fried rice, brown rice, bagoong rice, garlic rice...all of them are heavenly and are non-negotiables for me, hahahah.

Do your parents know how to text? Yeah. They were pretty much the generation that started the phone craze.

Do you text your parents often? Ish, but it's just in the nuance. I talk to/update them on Messenger all the time, but not so much in text format.

Do you watch Youtube videos often? I love YouTube hehe, I watch videos on it all the time and allot a few hours each day.

Do you prefer to have a lot of friends? No. Too exhausting at this point.

Do you sleep with one blanket or many blankets? Just one. You'd only ever need one here.

What is the FIRST thing you do when you wake up? Check the time and do the mental math re: how long can I keep sleeping. If I don't feel like going back to sleep anymore, I check Reddit for news.

What do you usually have for breakfast, if you do at all? I don't have breakfast; I'll just have a cup of coffee.

Do you have any rituals you perform before you leave your home for the day? Erm, not really. I have a basic routine, but not a ritual. I just put on minimal makeup, fill up my tumbler with water, and say bye to the dogs lol, nothing special.

Have you ever cried in front of your parents over a boyfriend or girlfriend? Nope.

What brand is your digital camera? I don't own one.

Who was the last person to cook something for you? The real, correct answer to this would be the crew at Yabu since I ordered food delivery from them for lunch today, haha.

Do you talk to any of your ex-boyfriends/girlfriends? Nope.

Do you know where your best friend is? She's either home or out somewhere with her fiance.

Who was the last person to comment you on Facebook? Angela, I think.

What is your display picture of on Facebook? It's me posing in front of the concert arena before Yoongi's show.

Have you ever kissed the same sex? Sure.

Have you stuck with your New Year's resolution? I don't make any.

Do you need to lose any weight right now? Nope.

When was the last time you had a period? Around two weeks ago.

How frequently are you inclined to read, and how much? Not very frequent at all, honestly. I just don't have the time; and when I do, I usually don't have reading as a priority. Maybe once or twice a month would be a good estimate.

How does the rain affect your mood, if it does? I like the rain and find comfort in it more than anything.

Chipotle order? We don't have Chipotle here, but Army Navy does have a Chipotle chicken sandwich that's literally my favorite fast food order.

Mythical creature you think/believe is real? Well, none.

Favorite form of potato? Fries.

First thing you’re doing in the purge? Idk but I think I'd definitely be hyperfocused on protecting the dogs.

Are you one of those lucky people with 20/20 vision? No, not since I was like 10. I don't even know who I inherited it from; my mom and dad have never needed prescription glasses, and yet I have horrible eyesight.

When was the last time you spoke to the last person you kissed? December 2020.

Have you ever been your friend’s shoulder to cry on? Of course.

Grab your keys and tell me what each one is for. I only have two – house key and car key.

What is your wine of choice, if any? I don't have any. I drink wine quite often but was never interested in learning the different kinds. All I classify them as is either This Is Okay or This Is The Worst, lol.

Is your bed against more than one of your walls? Yup.

Have you ever made out in your room? Last time? Sure. 4 years ago.

Do you have a crazy aunt? I can think of one Trump fanatic grand aunt and anybody who's on that side of the political spectrum is crazy, so.

Have you ever been to an art museum? Of course. Lots of them.

What fictional character/s remind you of yourself? Diane Nguyen and Monica Geller.

Are you afraid of spiders? A little bit.

Are you afraid of snakes? Only if they're out to kill me, lmao. Otherwise I've held snakes before.

Do you often post about politics on social media? Of course. To stay silent is to oppress.

[ihopesocomic]

You've probably gotten a lot of messages like this before but I wanted to just thank you guys for showing a form of abuse that isn't only physical and still calling it abuse and not hand waving it away. So many stories that include abuse tend to assume that it only counts as abuse if it's physical. They ignore mental and emotional abuse entirely and if they do acknowledge it, it's portrayed as not that bad and something you need to forgive your abusers for.

As someone who's still coming to terms with my own experience with a similar kind of abuse that Adamant and Hope faced, your comic makes me feel seen and validated in my feelings and especially in my choice to cut off the family that hurt me. Seeing Adamant and Hope leave and not be shunned for it was such a relief and breath of fresh air after so much media tells you to forgive people who hurt you, especially if they are family.

again, thank you. I'm forever thankful this comic exists. you two are fantastic and I can't wait to see where the story goes :)

Thank you so so much, anon. We feel mixed emotions when we get asks like this because it's nice to hear but it's also so hard to hear our readers dealing with what we've dealt with and it's also hard to articulate how much we hear you and how sorry we are.

What you're saying is such a good point. Emotional abuse is so often discounted and watered down and even disregarded as being hurtful. It also doesn't help that even physical abuse gets the same treatment. Especially when it's just dismissed as 'discipline' or a 'loss of control'. But going back to emotional abuse, this is one of the main things that we wanted to so desperately try and portray vs. how My Pride had portrayed it. The very idea that emotional abuse at the hands of your family isn't actually abuse because it's just them loving you and 'wanting what's best for you'.

Which is so ridiculous because overprotectiveness can very, very easily mutate into smothering and parents feeling that their children have zero agency or identity outside of themselves, especially if you're disabled. Parents like this don't deserve humanisation or sympathy. Their actions are possessive and unhealthy and may be a indication they're suffering from a form of abuse themselves.

My Pride could have tackled this with Powerstrike. She lost her mate and son. Her culture is heavily against her and her own sense of agency. However, the script is too busy highlighting how she feels 'weak' because her daughter is disabled and can seemingly do nothing to fulfil this unachievable image she has of her.

It's how you know the script was written by an able-bodied individual, somebody who will never know that this kind of thing makes you feel like utter dirt as somebody who isn't a "perfect" neurotypical, able-bodied individual.

Even if the creator is neurodivergent herself, this was such a huge ball to drop. Powerstrike saying 'whenever I look at you, I only see what you could have been' is very much a fucking Powerstrike problem and she deserves to rot for it. Being viewed under the lens of what you "could" be if you didn't have a physical disability or conditions that cause developmental delays like autism is downright devastating for those who have them and fuck that show for trying to humanise Powerstrike by having her spout such garbage.

There was nothing remotely sympathetic about that speech. It was just Powerstrike whining about having a disabled daughter and the context of the speech is that she was called out for not caring about her children and the creator somehow thinks that her child being disabled.... excuses that?

I apologise for going off on a rant, but Powerstrike's speech fits the bill exactly with what what you're talking about because MP fans have fallen for it hook, line and sinker and refused to see how gross it is because Powerstrike never physically abused Nothing like Quickmane did. Even though it is very obviously emotional abuse and manipulation.

It'd be great if we could just assume this is just superfans defending their favourite show's honour because god forbid something they enjoy is delivering problematic messages like how parents who have an ableist perception of their children deserve sympathy, but we've had people come to us and directly point to the show's writing as a reason for them failing to identify valid forms of abuse and therefore feel they cannot act upon it or seek help for it.

May not be what the creator intended because she was presumably high off her own fumes when she wrote speeches like Powerstrike's, but that's the reality and making excuses for it like MP fans have isn't going to make the issue get any better.

Doing this comic has allowed me to confront the same feelings you have also had to contend with, anon, and I'm very happy we have been able to share something together there. You and others like you also make me feel less alone and less angry about what I've experienced and I hope you never forget that. - RJ

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have a request idea for Wednesday that hopefully you can make <3

So I was thinking that Wednesday has feelings for reader but has hardly admitted it to herself yet let alone for reader, so after the battle with Crackstone (is that the name of the old pilgrim guy?) and after Wednesday was stabbed and all that, she starts to feel the weight i f everything that happens and reader offers the take care of her, begrudgingly Wednesday agrees and then reader cleans up her wounds, helps her change clothes and all that all the while treating Wednesday with utmost kindness; and Wednesday just kinda melts for it? Like she had one hell of a night so being treated with such care really gets to her, maybe she gets a bit emotional? And she can ask to spend the night with reader or something, just Wednesday realizing how nice it feels to have someone holding her for a change. Thought it'd be cute, feel free to elaborate <3

Crackstone left more scars then Wednesday would ever hope to admit. She was forced to acknowledge that on multiple accounts throughout the duration of her uphill battle against the undead pilgrim; she had come across too many close for comfort encounters with the concept of dying with secrets concerning her feelings towards you clogging up her throat, chocking her with the lies she ever spoke into existence. Death might’ve been something Wednesday fleetingly tempted at every given moment, whether willingly or unwillingly. However once she has gotten too close to embracing the sweet sting of deaths dreaded kiss; she finally felt the suffocating grip of fear against her chest.

Wednesday often forgotten that her hardened stance at life didn’t make her impervious to being easily cut down and left to bleed out much like a got her human. So when she was laid out across the floor of Crackstone’s crypt, her body progressively getting colder by the second, she grew fearful at not being able to tie up every loose end in her life, she feared not having have said everything she has ever wanted to say to the people she held in a remotely high regard. You, Enid, Pugsley and Eugene were the first that came to mind when she originally thought that.

So as she continued fighting to good fight well into the night, her mind was bombarded by a plethora of questions that were left open ended due to the lack of an answer on her behalf. For they were all asking what would become of her future if she was to succeed or die miserably in trying. “Wednesday?” You emerged from the plumes of black smoke, face filthied with mud and sooth but still looked enticing to the Addams with fear lacing your eyes as they looked over her with growing concern. “Oh my god, what did he- no. Don’t tell me the grotesque details and follow me…please.” Tired from all the fighting Wednesday couldn’t find it within herself to fight with you and instead begrudgingly followed closely behind you as you lead her up to the nurses office; Where you made her sit on one of the beds whilst you rummaged the cabinets with frantic and grabbed ahold of the necessities and splaying them out on the table beside the bed.

“This’ll sting a little bit but it’s better then leaving your wounds to infect and cause even more problems for you later on.” You told her as you brushed away some of her raven locks from the wound on her forehead before gingerly dabbing the disinfectant wipe across the dried blood, which caused Wednesday to stiffen beneath your touch. It wasn’t that she was feeling the sting that you mentioned but more so the fact that you were treating her as though one would treat porcelain. The way your fingers would caress her skin with such a gentle nature even as you firmly pressed the gauze against her wound before using the medical tape to keep it into place; the lingering kiss of your fingertips still hauntingly drifted across her skin long after you moved on to the wound across her palm.

It wasn’t until you stared sweetly cooing soft words of comfort to her when her resolve started to crumble at your feet and as unpacked emotions she kept concealed began to formulate in the tears that blossomed within the corners of her dark eyes. “You’re so brave Wednesday,” you told her as you repeated the actions you did for her forehead wound, grimacing when you uncovered the grand scale of the injury but yet you still looked at her with the softest eyes anyone has ever given her, that she had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. “I’m so proud of you, you saved us and save the school and you said you didn’t like being a hero.” You added as you placed the necessary coverage on her palm, securing it place with medical tape.

“That’s the problem, I’m not the hero you make me out to be y/n. Principle Weems died because of me, everyone here almost died because of me, you, enid, Eugene, Thing and Xavier almost died because of me!” Wednesday cried out in anguish, staring at you with her bleary eyes as she reached out to grasp the hand you had on top of her knee and squeezed it tightly desperately in hopes that some essences of your softness would seep into her. As though in an act of desperation to feel it again, to remind her that you were very much real and not a figment of some unprocessed trauma she may have endured during the fight.

Wednesday was scared that you would wake up and realise the truth to her words and leave her so to prevent that potentially happening, she tightened her grip on your hand, almost pressing your palm down into her knee like she was trying to mold you eternally to her being. “Don’t praise me for resolving something that I was predestined to bring upon the school before my conceptualised birth….I’m a monster in the same vein that Tyler was.” She croaked as the words just continued to flow out of her live a raging river, prophesied for a full speed collision with a powerful waterfall. “Don’t say that Wednesday, it’s not true.” You tried to comfort her but she was already steadfast in her self conception as being incapable of being worth the amount of praise given.

“It’s the truth for me y/n!” Wednesday exclaimed, more tears cascaded down her cheeks by this time that you were almost left speechless at seeing her convey this much emotion. “You shouldn’t be forced to be within the presence of a monster.” She trailed off, casting her eyes downwards so she doesn’t have to gauge your reaction as the toll of her emotions throbbed throughout her chest like a pained heartbeat. “Oh Wednesday.” She heard you say so softly that she believes that she was making up hearing your voice. When suddenly you brought the girl into your arms and once the stunned feeling wore off Wednesday collapsed into you shoulder and weeped heavily, soaking the fabric, but you didn’t care as you’d rather her cry out her emotions then bundle them up in an act of a self destructive tendency.

“You could never be a monster to me Wednesday, so don’t go and put yourself in the same category as Tyler Galpin. He was a true monster of no mortality, you on the other hand had all that Gaplin wished he was and so much more. So please don’t ever think yourself comparative to the likes of him. When you are better then him in every other way possible.” You finished speaking and felt Wednesday grip onto you even tighter as her sobs continued the rack her body violently that you had to sit yourself down on the bed beside her. “Can I stay with you, just for tonight?” Wednesday spoke up after her sobs hand long subsided but refused to remove herself from your comforting hold, as she found herself heavy with fatigue and a overwhelming desire to sleep with your arms. You chuckled softly as you ran your hands up and down her back, feeling her melt even further into your chest.

“Of course you can, you didn’t even have to ask.” So when you both managed to make your way safely to your dorm, not bothered in going through the effort in changing clothes, you and Wednesday cuddled up underneath your covers and drifted off into your dreams as Wednesday grasped onto you tightly, sighing peacefully.

[lotrthobbit]

I am unsure if your asks are open, so if they aren't pls feel free to ignore this!

But if it's possible could I get some BOTW angst?? Sometimes for revali where he's kinda seeing his hylian s/o and they leave the village for a bit and once they return they find that revail is in some sort or arranged marriage and what happens after?? Something like that idk I thought it'd be a neat idea

Your wish is my command ! And also feel free to request, its currently summer so I got time lol. So thank you for requesting and I hope you like it ! Also sorry for taking so long, I kept thinking of how I should end the story and since you said Angst, I will give you ANGST !

introducing...

Meant to Be

Revali x Gn! Hylian Reader

Warning: Angst, Bittersweet Ending

I do not own any gifs used here

[for the sake of this story, I had to change somethings so you'll see some characters as that probably were not alive before calamity. ]

[ Reader Pov]

It was a warm summer morning in Lurelin Village, nothing compared to the cold air in Rito Village. Despite the nice warm temperature warming up my skin, Rito Village had grown to be my home.

" You are up and early !" I heard a voice behind me, none other than my rito, Revali.

" Well you did say we would be going back today so I figured I would pack up what we did not get to."

" What would I do without you ?"

I chuckled as I hugged him," Probably forget everything."

I felt him nuzzle against my cheek as he wrapped his wings/arms around my waist. I felt a familiar warm feeling spread throughout my chest.

" Let us have breakfast before we set off."

I smiled and followed along.

Revali and I have been secretly dating for some time ever since he had become a champion, he was busy and we had hardly seen one another due to his constant training and learning how to control Vah Medoh. Princess Zelda had let the champions rest for a week before resuming their everyday training once again, and so that leads us to where we are now.

Revali had visited me as I had stayed at the Inn since I worked for the stable nearby. From there he had told me to pack my things as we were going to Lurelin Village to spend some much needed rest.

Unfortunately time had escaped us, it was now time to leave and although leaving behind such a beautiful village with memories of love and happiness, I was excited to go back and spend time in the beloved Village I had called home.

" Are you going to miss this village ?"

" Partially, I'll miss the memories we made here."

He smiled and held my cheek as he grabbed my hand heading toward the shrine.

" That good for nothing knight will be teleporting us back. "

" I rather fly, last time we were teleported, I felt sick to my stomach."

" How else will we able to arrive to Rito Village in a timely manner and without suspicion, the Rito believe we left as a trio."

I nodded understanding that if we were to arrive without Link, we would gain suspicion, a Hylian and Rito was not your usual couple, but they still existed, it was the fact that he was the champion and I was just a simple stable worker whom was born and raised in Hateno and brought to the Rito at the age of 10.

And so Link was waiting at the shrine nodding as a way to acknowledge our presence.

Link motioned for us to come closer, Revali standing in between us and let out a 'hmph' as to put space between the knight and I. At times like this I found his jealousy to be somewhat cute.

Then we were engulfed in a blue light, I always hated this part when we arrived at Rito Village I felt sick to my stomach.

Revali was glad to finally be home and so was I, but part of me will miss the time we had spent, and who knows how long it would be until we got a moment like that once again.

Upon our walk towards the stairs we hear cheers. We turn around to see Kaneli with many of the Rito surrounding him. He waves at the three of us, I glanced at Link to see him shrug.

" Good news my child !" spoke Kaneli as he walked closer to us.

" What is going on ?" asked Revali, he was confused as well since there had been a crowd gathering.

" I want you to meet my niece, Sora." Then walked out the most beautiful Rito that I have seen. " You have been arranged to wed Sora this upcoming month, you are now at an age to need an heir."

I felt my heart drop at the words, an arranged marriage ?! I felt myself step back and Revali looked at me worried.

" I refuse to marry her."

" Why ? Is she not to your liking ?"

" I do not wish to marry anyone that I do not know nor Love."

" Love ? My boy , I thought you were far more intelligent to believe in such a fairytale."

" I refuse to marry and have no time to spend looking after someone or a family, my duty is to protect the Rito and Hyrule."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the stairs, he was walking quickly pulling me behind as I heard many of the other Rito say, ' is he perhaps seeing the Hylian ?' \

' no that is wrong.'

' it is becoming more common so who knows.'

'why them? '

The same Rito who had smiled at me and treated me as family seemed to see me as a stranger that never crossed their path.

Revali grabbed my arm and told me to hop on his back and quickly he began making his way towards the flight range.

The cold nipped my skin as I tried my best to nuzzle into his feathers to keep warm.

" Do not listen to them my love, they have no right to choose my path for me."

I nodded but part of me understood their intentions and understood that I am just merely a common Hylian. Perhaps it would be better for him to Marry a Rito to be able to have a Rito child.

We landed on the flight Range and he quickly grabbed the blankets and wrapped me around them as he turned the fire on.

" We gained suspicion..." I whispered as he made his way to sit behind me and wrap his wings around me to keep me warm. I leaned my back against his chest as he nuzzled into my cheeks.

" Let them make their judgements, all that matters is that I love you." I felt tears stream down my cheek," What would I do without you ?"

" Probably crumble because I am so perfect." he said as he pumped out his chest, I could not help but chuckle.

.

.

.

They had begun to treat me differently. They had begun to pry into my personal life as they asked questions such as :

' Are you with Revali ?'

' Is it not weird ?'

' Stick with the Hylians .'

' You'll never be a Rito.'

I could not tell Revali what was happening. Other Hylians had begun to judge me as well, not due to being with a Rito but our different statuses seemed to bother them.

" How was your day my love ?" spoke Revali as he made his way to the flight range. I smiled and shared only the positives of that day in order not to worry him.

He had sat down beside me and spoke About his tiring day and how many monsters have been trying to enter around and near the village. A fellow Rito was harmed but luckily Revali was 'faster and more agile' to save him.

We had spent some time talking about the day and eventually Revali told me to get on his back because he had a surprise for me. We flew over the Rito village, I saw that many of the Rito were preparing a wedding which saddened me further, will he really marry someone else?

I tried pushing the feeling aside when we landed on Vah Medoh. There laid a beautiful picnic. A smile adorned my face as I felt warmth spread throughout my chest.

" Revali ! Oh my- This is wonderful !" He pulled me to sit alongside him and smiled," Only the best for my beloved."

We spent hours talking and eating, I wished time could stay still .

Then it had begun to rain...

" This is bad...extremely bad." He said to himself as he hurriedly pulled me to my feet. He grabbed me and tried to fly me down to Rito but he was grazed by some blue light.

"Just a scratch." I had begun to panic at the attack he then instructed me to grab my paraglider and fly down the rest of the way.

" I can't leave you here."

" I can't put your life in danger, now go !" he yelled. I had no choice but to listen to him as I jumped off and flew down onto the village. It was hard to see and I had begun to worry more as the Rito did not have the best vision in the night and it was worse due to the fact there was a storm.

Everyone stared ahead as we saw explosions in the sky. I could not help but shed tears as I begged Hylia that he would make It back alive.

But my prayers were not heard....

Calamity Ganon had won and everyone lived in constant fear and more monsters were now more bold to settle closer to many villages and even attack any travelers.

Even Link... I no longer saw him after that night.

"[y/n]." called a voice to me as I turned around to come face to face to no other than Sora, the woman he was to wed. " What is it ?" I asked.

" May I please speak to you ?" I nodded and led her to Revali's small home. We sat around the fire and she began to speak.

" i... I want you to know that I have no ill will towards you... My uncle wanted Revali and I to wed, and though I had feelings for him, I never intended to pursue anything because I knew he was deeply in love with you."

" You did ?"

" Yes, I would sometimes see you both sneaking off into the range and never had I seen him smile and be so care free as he is with you. He is no longer cocky." She giggled at the last part and so did I.

" I...I have no ill intentions towards you as well, you're a beautiful Rito and I sometimes found myself thinking that he would be better off with anther Rito." I felt tears beginning to build.

" No.... He loved you more than anything and saw you more than a Hylian. Here, this is something he wrote for you and instructed my uncle to give it to you but he refused, Also...Those wedding preparations were for both of you."

My eyes widened at what she had told me.For the both of us. She smiled as I bowed my head slightly as a thank you and she made her way out, her figure disappearing. I leaned against the pile of pillows and blankets in the corner and opened the letter and began to read

Dear [Y/N],

I never thought I would be writing these type of letters to you. I never really even thought about death, because Im the best of the best ! Yet, sometimes I sit down and think what if Ganon is as strong as they say, I start to think, what if I lose you ?

I could not live with myself. I pray you never get this letter because that just means that I am no longer in this world, and if you are reading this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we had to hide, I'm sorry that I could not take you to explore all of Hyrule, that I could not give you the wedding of your dreams, that I could not proudly shout that I love you. I was a coward, despite being a champion. While everyone saw me as a mere champion, you saw the real me, you loved me endlessly to the end the time and I will love you to the end of time as well.

You're the only person I yearned to be with, the only one whom I want to marry and I will. I will marry you and we will find a nice home in Lurelin Village after this is all over, well you wouldn't be reading this and know anyway because I will live, we will live, we will have a family and live in a quiet village together.

I love you endlessly.

Forever and always,

Revali

When reaching the end of the note. I checked in the envelope and there was a ring and a feather, His feather. I held it close and put the ring on.

" I love you " I whispered looking out into the sky.

Perhaps in another life we can fall in love all over again and get married...

Fin

[jayswritings13]

Hazbin: Vox, Valentino, and reader poly headcanons

Request: "Hi could I request a vox/reader/Valentino poly relationship" by anon

Note: I had a lot of fun writing this tbh!

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

Vox & Valentino

OH BOY

You're in trouble.

Because these are two of the most flashy, dramatic, and ruthless Overlords in Hell.

Everyone knows not to cross paths with Vox and Valentino.

But whenever they want something, they go after it.

Everyone also knew about their very public relationship and even more public breakups.

So to everyone's shock, when you were introduced as their partner in their relationship, most of Hell wasn't sure how long it'd last.

And to be honest, neither did you.

Valentino and Vox might deny it but, you were exactly what they needed in order for their dynamic to work.

SO MANY GIFTS!

Valentino and Vox often show affection through gifts, even if you state how unnecessary it is.

"You....you don't like it...?"

"I never said that."

"....But...?"

"But, you don't need to show your feelings through expensive gifts all the time. Sometimes just a simple snack or something is just as good at sending the message."

"Please," Vox rolled his eyes, "Have you met Val? He's worse than I am with this shit!"

"You're just jealous that they actually like my shit!" Valentino hissed, smirking at Vox's expression.

"I like both of your shit!" You quickly added, before Vox and Valentino could really get into it. "....just maybe ease up a bit on the gifts, there. Hmm?"

Fights and arguments occur often between Valentino and Vox, so you are often the mediator.

But when they make up, they always make sure to take you out for being there for them.

And their dates are extravagant as fuck.

Like these two throw money on gifts for you all the time, so don't think that they won't rent an entire restaurant for the night just because.

Valentino is very fucking dramatic and will cause a scene in a public. Don't think that he won't.

"HOW DARE THEY?!"

".....are you done?"

"NO!" Valentino gasped, glaring holes into the waitress.

"I'm sorry about him. It's fine, really. I-"

"NO DON'T STAY THAT IT'S FINE WHEN IT'S NOT!"

"This is why we can't go anywhere." Vox sighed, as you just nodded in agreement.

"ARE YOU SIDING WITH THEM?" Valentino huffed, "Traitors! Both of you!"

Vox may be flashy and over the top, but he is someone who hates causing a public scene, and the attention it draws to him. But this doesn't stop him from being a jackass.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"You are, Vox."

"Please," He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, "You're turning it into a bigger problem than it really is."

"So totally blanking me at your company party is okay, then?"

"I have a reputation." Vox said, "Besides what do you want me to do?! Fuck you in front of my business partners!?"

"No! Maybe acknowledge my existence. That should be a good start?"

Part of being with Vox and Valentino is also being around Velvet often, as the three of them are practically joined at the hip.

Velvet adores you!

After all, she was honestly getting tired of listening to Vox and Valentino bitch about each other to her whenever they breakup.

As much as they hate to admit it, Vox and Val love whenever you plan their date nights.

"Isn't this better than being out at some restaurant?" You asked, glancing between the two of them.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Valentino shrugged, talking quickly. "This is nice."

"Yeah, I don't hate it as much as I thought I would."

"Is that because I let you pick the movie this time?" You smirked.

"...maybe."

"Except his choice is complete shit."

"Funny that you mention that, Val? Because, I was just about to fuc-"

"Ok!" You said, "How about this? Val can choose the next movie. We'll make it a double feature." You paused, grinning. "And I don't want to fucking hear any more complaining. Got it?"

Yeah, you definitely were what the two of them needed.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Back To Black

Summary: Young love is so innocent and juvile now seemingly worlds apart that once childish flame seems to be more

@craftygamerscrafts

Black Noir was never always a faceless part of the seven he had a childhood which contrast to popular belief was actually nice he had a house hold that raised him to properly manage his emotions so his powers stayed within his control,but the part of him that truly made him the way he is...Y/n L/n.

His best friend and crush since the days in the playground sandbox. James was at the time unaware why he felt such joy being in her presence though once they parted ways after high school he understood those feelings weren't so friendly as first appearance. Love was confusing to him he never had much affection growing up unless it was from her so he always assumed as they got older those lingering stares,the hugs that always squeezed so tight,and those soft lips pressed against his forehead or cheek we kind gestures of friendship. They were polar opposites he was what people described as the bad boy while she was a social butterfly. If only he didn't stay with his safe bet and realized before she left to college so far away without a single goodbye.

James sat two rows behind Y/n she was smiling brightly clapping respectfully each time someone walked across. The week before they celebrated him being accepted to be a junior seven member till he reached age his dream was coming true. "For our honor student valedictorian Y/n L/n!" James was not shy to admit,but he did make the loudest noise smiling broadly when her eyes locked onto him. "We have a special honor our to give to you Ms.L/n a letter directly from Harvard one of your chosen colleges. You've been accepted for a full ride." They were both in shock as the uproar of people yelling and cheering. Harvard was so far away from Vought headquarters. That's when both of their hearts seemed to creak his turning cold at the fact she'd be gone.

"You never told me you wanted to go to Harvard." James was changed out of his blue robe playing with the chain on his pants. "I never thought they'd accept me especially right after high school." She layed her head on his shoulder as they sat in the bed of her truck he would have been relaxed if this was any other night,but the stiffness in his muscles was the equivalent of a predator tense and ready to strike. "Where you going to ever tell me you applied or did you just plan to pack up and leave?" His words were like a backhand causing her to sit up looking at him appalled. "You would have been the first to tell if I got that letter." James scoffed his emotions were getting the better of him. "Yeah right so much for being my so called best friend." The hurt that filled her eyes was making him regret everything,but there was no time for that. "What so I'm not you best friend because I want to be something?! Because that's my only option! If you didn't notice I'm not a super I can't pretend that us running off to the superhero capital filled with the most crime is the safest bet for me." Y/n had tears pooling and James wanted to say he'd always protect her if she just came along with him. "If your so safe away from superheros,away from me, then do us both a favor end this here and leave."

Y/n sniffled wiping her eyes as she got out the bed of the truck she refused to speak anymore what said was said. James got out to and went walking down the street to his home. She got in the driver's seat and drove off into the night. That weekend James felt like shit and bought (favorite flowers) and some of her favorite sweets and came to her home. At the door her father stood tall and raised a brow confused. "Why are you here?" He didn't say it like he was upset which was surprising. "To see Y/n." It was F/n turn to be surprised. "She left on Friday. We packed everything and she told us you were busy,but she'd say bye when she drove by your place." The young adults heart shaddered his last words to her was telling to end their argument and leave. If we wasn't a coward and apologized sooner she might of stayed long enough for them to fix their friendship maybe so he could confess his harbored feelings. The time never came she went her way and ut was time for him to go his both of them broken hearted and yearning.

James or better known as Black Noir gazed at the party goers. He's always hated these parties everyone ignored his existence especially since he didn't speak up. Trying to grab a glass of champagne the tray was moved to quickly past him. Behind the mask he sighed about to walk to the bar towards were someone could at least acknowledge he wanted something to drink. A gental hand placed itself on his shoulder he turned around not yet looking at the owner of said and,but rather the glass of sparkling gold liquid he accepted it in his hand softly brushing the slim fingers with his gloved hands. "Looked like you needed a drink,Jamie." That nickname was so forgin to him no one called him James in years,but only one person called him Jamie. His cover face turned to look at her his breath froze on his throat choking him. No matter how much time past he still recognizes her.

Y/n looked at him a soft smile on her painted lips. Stunning was the first word that came to mind she looked older,but that seemed to only add to her beauty a f/c dress hugged her curves that use to be hidden under his sweaters and t-shirts. James looked down to see if she wore heels given that she was the same height as him seeing the five inch heel she didn't do much growing since their departure. Her hair was styled in a confortable yet elegant way. "Can't a old friend get a hello?" Her voice was angelic the most gracful noise that ever could be heard. James took her hand within his own guiding her through the crowd to get to the balcony. After escaping the room full of people he sighed in relief. "Y-y/n when? Why? How?" He didn't know which question to ask first. "I've been living in the city for a year. I got my dream job every year or so I go to different devious helping people. Volt thought it'd be perfect having me here show off that even though they cause more problems then solve having public opinion is still needed." She always knew what he wanted to say even if he didn't have to utter a word. His large hands cupped her cheeks his thumb rubbing over her cheekbone. "I'm sorry." Those two words held such depthed all the apologizes he never got to say to the one person he never stopped loving. "I know...I forgived you along time ago Jamie. I just wished I had the will to say goodbye with words."

James ungloved his hand to feel her wiping away the tears that slipped past her eyes. Leaning forward his forehead touching hers as he gently blew out the breath he was holding. Y/n puffed out a watery laugh as she kissed his masked face if they weren't in public he would have ripped of his mask to feel those lips that he missed so much. Being apart was like dying a hundred time for both of them,but she came back to him. She went back to black.

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A/n: This was a idea I had long ago and someone requesting some black noir was just the perfect time.

To the anonymous that wanted Natasha x reader is coming next just gotta find more inspiration.

[hanabiira]

fuck people who call original characters "mary-sues" because they're beautiful and/or powerful and/or have strong connection to canon characters. Those jealous bitches with no creativity can rot in hell (: also btw, i love miki and seeing her on my dash is a blessing <3

GFHDHGHHDFGH YOU'RE SO RIGHT

Unfortunately there are still so many people that like to shit on people's OCs (like I thought those "Mary sue" and "OC critique/debate" blogs were dead years ago but turns out nah they're still going strong!!). For a long time now I have portrayed/written Miki in such a way that she does not "mess" with canon so much so that she can be easily RPed with. She doesn't strongly connect herself with any canon characters outside of what I establish in my RPs, but people are not obligated to follow it most of the time for interactions (it's nice obviously, for continuity purposes, like Miki would love for y'all to acknowledge that her and Shinji are the most obnoxious engaged couple on the planet) but that also maybe a downfall of mine, as I've constructed little of her own story outside of one that exists without connections to canon characters in fear of "stepping on toes" of people who play said canons on here. Like, it'd be different if I wrote her in a fanfic capacity, where it's just one storyline and I'm calling the shots and the relationships and interactions and such.

People ask me what her "story" is and I'm like idk man I've written 100s of different ones in different RPs. Which is also a little sad I guess that she doesn't have her own sort of story arc, but also I'm not good at writing full realized stories and I could never do a continuing fanfic so it's fine I guess. I just have to be less worried about writing headcanons that connect her to certain canon characters and her relationships to them.

JUST, MAN...

The older I get the less I care but I went through so much of that "Don't make your character a Mary sue!! It's the worst internet crime imaginable!!!" conditioning in my late teens that it still feels like a huge insult. Like, for literally ever I have refrained from explicitly referring to Miki as beautiful (even though it's pretty obvious, given how I draw her) as at one point it was literally frowned upon to write about the beauty of your OC. Which is just so stupid. Like it would be presumptuous of me to be like "Miki is the prettiest in all the land and she is more beautiful than Rangiku and a flock of flying doves" but like...we're allowed to describe them, haha.

At the same time its hard to not care a little bit what people think because realistically I want people to interact with this blog and my other platforms I put her on, lol. I'm doing a delicate dance here. It's hard to knock old habits from older internet times. Like yes there are "bad" and "good" OCs like there are objectively good and bad ways to make characters but at the same time I am literally not here to say anything to anyone about their OCs but nice things (even if they are bad) because man...those people are just having fun and who the fuck am I to stop that? I'm not the OC police. No one died and made me bleach OC queen. People are so weird about fandoms and it's like man, it's drawings. Chill.

But you know what Miki is a hot ass bitch who is beautiful AF and will end you. The power scaling in bleach is nonsense for captains anyways.

NO MERCYYYYYYY.

[mika-shion]

The New Queen

It's 8 at night in the late fall. It's dark out and there's snow on the ground and streets.

I let my mind wander and I see you. As beautiful and tempting as the day I met you.

You seem to have something behind your back, however. Something you try to make me forget. That's the pain and damage and scars left from my time with you.

I've tried ignoring you. I've tried pretending you never happened. I've tried acknowledging you so I can move past you. But no matter what I try, you stick to the back of my mind like the filthy parasite you truly are to me.

It's as if some part of me thinks you'll come back into my life as if you were a long lost friend, but I've abandoned such thoughts... Now be honest, we both know why.

I've had my own flaws since the start, but I still had my innocence. There was still light in my eyes, placed there by the minor things of my youth that I found so absolutely captivating.

I hadn't known the type of love I thought I could get from you, it seemed so enticing. So alluring.

I had been hurt before you, but not as badly. Certainly not as deeply.

I opened my beautiful inner world to you and you took it for granted. You burned down my forests, demolished my homes, and littered it with your rancid negativity.

That light I had known since birth, that warmth I had grown so fond of... I let you in and you butchered it. Each of you, hacking off pieces of it to give yourself some temporary pleasure or satisfaction. All the while I'm silently wailing in agony.

I eventually learned your presence was killing my inner world, some took longer than others. Some of you had left a scar so brutal and deep, I somehow believed I should treasure it... All the while, my beautiful light had long since died out.

I've made my own light now.

It's not nearly as bright or as conventionally beautiful, but it means the world to me.

Since your eviction from my world I've found it near impossible to open these heavy, rusted and battered doors. Sometimes it's because of the overwhelming fear that someone like you will come again, to steal from me more than I have. Other times I simply forget how.

I've found someone, though. Someone who hasn't destroyed what I've worked so hard to build. Someone who feels safe and who seems to genuinely care for me. I didn't think a person like that existed.

I had fallen for her in the usual way. As I've gotten to know her though, I've learned so much about myself, the world around me, and about true, pure love. I look at this woman and I see a bright and beautiful future!

One where we're open, honest and gentle with our hearts. One where I can openly discuss my problems and I'm not made to feel awful for simply having them. One where we're not obsessively reliant on one another, but instead can love each other as open and freely as any of the other wonderful people in our lives.

Some of you may want to apologize because you have regret, or you realize just how wonderful and pure the love is that you abused and tossed away. Some of you may not ever see this and won't think twice about it.

Either way, I don't care.

You had your chance. I gave you everything I had, but it just wasn't good enough for you. You're the filthy stains of my past that I'd love nothing more than to scrub away or just forget entirely.

You decided you wanted to own my heart, not grow with it. Well here's a nice bit of info I learned recently.

I am NOT property. I never did, nor will I ever belong to somebody.

I own me. I'm the only person who genuinely deserves my love. Anyone else is only allowed access because I feel safe around them. Because I can exist as me around them, without fear of being looked down on or berated.

You lost your privilege, and I'm not doing second chances. If you wanna know why, ask that chunk you carved out. If it could talk it'd tell you the same damn I thing:

You killed that girl... All hail the new queen.

[sainadazai]

Chapter 2

There was a certain essence of security in the fact that one kid would be sent home today, still there was a horrible feeling inside you that you'd be the one leaving.

There was no reason for you to fail, Mr.Aizawa didn't seem to be singling anyone out, though.

That alone made you nervous, if he didn't have someone specific in mind, then it was free reign whoever would be booted at the end of the day.

Bakugou threw a softball more than seven hundred meters, you were sure your primary school record was less than 30 meters. With your quirk you didn't need dense muscle, it required lean muscle and mostly on your back.

Manipulating the state of matter in metal wasn't really difficult, but lifting it with your mind was.

Even more, it was especially hard to keep it in its semi-liquid state while you manipulate it. Cause many people have conjuring quirks, hell probably somebody in this class had a quirk that could make things, yours was just also limited to one specific material.

It took a long time to perfect your own unique fighting style. You didn't wanna be like cementoss, or Best jeanist, although they were great heroes.

Being a carbon copy of a hero that already has existed served no joy to you, you were y/n, and that's who the world oughta know.

Was that really gonna help you now, though? What were these eight tests he was talking about?

test one: 50 meter dash

Should be easy enough, why use your quirk on something you already excelled in during school. Y/n L/n - 100 meter dash - 12.67 seconds. It couldn't be hard to half that at least, maybe even quarter it, you wouldn't use your quirk here.

You really need to stop underestimating people, in your heat, the first at that, were Tenya Iida and Tsuyu Asui. The boy was well built, muscular, tall and his legs seemed to have engines in them. He was sure not a good match to make you seem strong or fast.

The girl had long, green hair and beautiful round eyes, she seemed to have some sort of frog hybrid quirk. Probably much faster than you as well. Not really the best time to second guess yourself, you already assessed this test. No quirk. Don't waste your energy.

Ugh, but shouldn't heroes go a hundred percent all the time? God this was infuriating.

"Go"

Well, there you have it, first day and you're already overthinking. Without letting your worry get to you, you sprinted towards the speedometer hoping you wouldn't get discouraged by the fast boy in front of you. The air flowed against you, pushing your hair back. You had forgotten about the tension air creates when you run against it, but it didn't matter. As quickly as it started you heard Iida's score, the Asui's, but you knew 50 meters was easy. You knew you were fast even without your quirk, you would prove it.

"6 seconds"

"Without a quirk?"

"What even is her quirk?"

"I don't know, she wasn't in my exam."

The others after you seemed to be faster than you too, even if by seconds. However, it was helpful to learn exactly what their quirks were.

Uraraka- zero gravity

Iida- engine

Bakugou-explosion

Knowing all this made you unique compared to them, because now, you know their quirks and how they work for the most part, but only a few even can guess yours. Maybe it won't help you too much now, but in the future this knowledge will.

Test two: Grip strength

Easy, this can be done without even touching that little machine, but sure, you'd give me a show.

"Woah, you hit 500 kilograms?! You're such a beast"

The boy with extra arms seemed to do well on this, you could obviously guess why. Still, you had no fear at all in this test. What were they thinking putting an object entirely made of metal and wires in your hand? Rigged in your favor to be honest.

You took the contraption in your hand, avoiding the eyes of the few watching you to see what your quirk was. Jokes on them, cause with this test, it'd take a genius to tell. Applying a decent amount of pressure from your hand, you began to feel all of the particles in the tiny machine, moving them closer and closer together. Pushing them down with each breath out. Until the machine beeped.

12,000kg

You almost smirked at that, you technically didn't have that much plain grip strength, but the teacher said use your quirk, anything goes.

"Twelve thousand!? No way!" the yellow haired boy spoke with astonishment, not anger, but the words felt accusing,

"sorry.."

The students were left dumbfounded. However, at the mention of such a high number, todoroki began to seek out your face, he recognised the girl who had tried to speak with him earlier. Looking at the floor and avoiding the quite obvious compliments, he couldn't help but feel it wasn't out of modesty.

Test three: Standing long jump

The ring on your finger would serve well enough for this one, removing it, you liquified the metal ring until it was a non-Newtonian liquid- or a liquid that is solid under pressure. It soon multiplied until it was around a foot high line of liquid metal, then you curled it into a spring shape. Jumping straight up you landed both feet on the outer edge of the spring and flew into the air launching it with you and quickly turning it back into a tiny ring around your pinky finger.

Then apologizing again as more questions floated in.

Next was repeated side steps, then ball throws. By then, the other students had acknowledged the uncomfort you seemed to have around them, and only admired from afar.

To others the ball throw seemed like the most important test, but it didn't really feel like that to you. Despite having some restraint, you wanted to be the best in every test. Well, maybe not this one, after the gravity girl sent a ball to infinity.

Still, you held the softball, all eyes on you, not feeling so shy, considering you knew these were supposed to be your friends, you wanted them to like you, more than anything. So you would just have to woman up soon.

You tossed the ball to yourself a couple times, feeling for any metal particles, baseballs were usually full of string on the inside, maybe that would work? No, too risky for now.

Feeling pressure to hurry, you took a quick glance around, locking eyes with the boy who sits by you. He still was stone faced, but looked a little intrigued to see what you would do. Was he curious about you? He was so strong though, you'd seen it earlier. Well, best live up to expectations.

No luck with metal in the ball, but there was plenty all around you: iron in your blood. Taking your pointer fingernail, you scratched a quick cut on your opposite palm, maintaining eye contact with the boy. His stiffness faltered for a second, confused and maybe worried at your actions.

Quickly you dragged your blood out of the cut in a thin, rope-like flow, wrapped it around the ball, and took a deep breath. Then you closed your eyes, just how you taught yourself to, and imagined the blood pulling the ball into the air. Arm swung back and ready you released the image along with a throw high into the air.

Continuing to focus on where your blood would take it, you imagine not a place, but a number, and a force. Applying that force to the blood and ball, long lost in the sky, you finally sighed out and looked around, waiting for a score.

Your peers seemed confused about what had just happened, all except for the red and white haired boy, he seemed to have caught on to some extent.

"1,609 meters"

"A mile, exactly? How?"

"Your blood? That doesn't match up with everything else you've done today!" A girl with recognizably large breasts and thighs spoke, she was gorgeous. Hair tied up in a black ponytail, and even her voice sounded sophisticated.

"Uhm-"

"If you say sorry one more time i'm gonna blast you to space, ya hear me!?"

The fire boy, Bakugou screamed at you, and you would have been scared, but it actually made you feel comforted. The realization that people here were not asking for your apologies.

"Yes sir." you winked.

Why did you wink? Did you forget you weren't talking to mochi? A yellow haired boy, whose name you thought was denki turned red and fainted. You felt incredibly stupid, and flustered, and mad at yourself for slipping like that.

"AAAaaa im so sorry, pleaseforgivmeidontknowwhatiwasthinkingwinkingayoulikehatwhenyoubarelyknowmeohnopleasedonthatemenowimsorryimsorrymochiwillyellatmelater!" you screeched out, falling subject to your now loose personality.

Then you went to hide among the crowd of them, slowly shrinking in on yourself.

The next one up was the green haired boy, Deku? That's what bakugou called him, right? You didn't know you were standing next to shouto todoroki, but he sure knew he was standing next to you.

He wanted to confirm his suspicions about your quirk, and also he subconsciously wanted to know what a conversation with you would be like. You didn't seem too eccentric, or obnoxious like some of the kids here. Plus for some reason you were flustered at any and everything,and well, it was stupidly adorable.

Todoroki shouldn't be thinking these things, but he is. On the first day of school no less.

It seems, though, you weren't the star of the show today. He tore his eyes from you at the sound of your gasp. The boy who hasn't used a quirk all day had thrown the softball barely a few meters. So how did he get in? He seemed nice enough, but it sparked the question, how would someone quirkless make it to the hero course?

Or maybe he wasn't, it seemed, the teacher had nullified whatever quirk he tried to use. They were talking for quite some time, until Mr.Aizawa removed his restraint on the kids quirk and he was left to throw.

His lips pursed, deep in thought. Deku really had to get this one right. There may not be a better place to apply his gifted quirk. He really didnt wanna go home, either, so this was it.

Blinking, he thrust his hand back and before you could process what was happening an incredible force of wind flew back on you. The ball launched high into the air, a trail of pure power following it. You didn't take your eyes off that ball until it dropped. A puff of dirt flying up around it.

705.3

So you looked back to the boy, eyes wide just like everyone else, and your eyes found a bloodied purple finger. Broken in every sense of the word. Deku, though, was smiling, the brightest smile you'd ever seen. Proud. He was proud of himself. What could you be but proud of him, too?

You'd known him less than a day, spoken to him all but once, but his smile was pure. You used to smile like that when you were working out your quirk in the forest behind school. It was beautiful.

"Awesome.." you whispered through a smile clad lips.

Teeth white and shining under the sun, and todoroki heard you. Even looked down(or up) at you. He wanted to see that smile again from you, and for the love of god he couldn't tell himself why....

A/n this isn't a deku fic but I love him, and it IS his show, so- don't be surprised if i write about him like he is the most precious gorgeous blessing on earth.

[kyosohmastan]

Can you by chance write a fic on where Tohru experiences jealousy when someone is flirting Kyo? I think it'd be interesting for tohru to feel that emotion 1st hand and not knowing how to deal with it and feeling guilty about it. I've seen so many fic where Kyo gets jealous, but very few where it's Tohru. You don't have to if you don't want to, I just thought I'd ask

I like that idea! I came up with this so I hope you enjoy!

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She was hit with a heaping sense of nostalgia when they got to Shigure’s house. She hadn’t seen the place in about a year, and along with it, so many memories came to her. She’d never seen it like this though, with all of their old classmates there.

It was a reunion party for her class, and she had been looking forward to it. Yuki had organized the event with Shigure on his property, even though he couldn’t be there because of college exams. She was just happy to have a chance to see the house again, although the party was deeper into the woods. She only saw it at a distance.

Additionally, she was happy to have an excuse to see Arisa and Saki. They lived so far from each other that it was difficult to meet up. She had missed them so much.

They greeted her with hugs when they saw her while Kyo stood beside her awkwardly, only nodding his head toward them as a form of greeting.

“It’s been too long. You gotta fill us in on everything!” Arisa said, holding both of Tohru’s hands in her own. Her thumb ran over the ring on Tohru’s finger. It was small but beautiful just like her. “I still can’t believe it.”

“Me neither, honestly,” Tohru said with a bashful smile. She wrapped her arms around Kyo’s lean bicep and leaned against him. The tension left him as soon as she did so. “I guess the next time I see you guys will be for the wedding.”

“No way! We’ll visit you sooner to help pick out the dress. There’s no way we’re missing that,” Arisa said sternly.

“That’s right. Her dress must meet our approval,” Saki added.

“Ah, if you guys can help me, then please!” Tohru replied, excited for that day to come.

Arisa nodded. “But in the meantime, Carrots has to help you with the rest of the wedding planning since we won’t be there to do it. Although, it’s hard to picture him contributing to such an event with a lack of masculinity.”

Kyo clenched his jaw. “It’s not like I’m going to let her go through all that work alone. Of course I’m going to help her, stupid Yankee.”

“Excuse me,” Arisa muttered, her almost non existent brows drawn together. “I can still whoop your ass if I wanted to.”

Tohru giggled nervously. It was great to think that nothing changed between all of them, even though she wasn’t all for such violent threats.

“Hold up!” said a boy that she recognized as Hiroshi. “Did I hear wedding?”

“Yes,” Tohru answered, a blush tainting her cheeks. “We’re engaged.” Her arms left Kyo’s arm and she held his hand. He looked down at her, blushing as well, but the softest smile was on his face.

“No way!” Yusuke said, now joining their circle. “I knew you guys were close so I should have expected this but...I guess it’s just hard to imagine Kyon-Kyon getting married.��

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Kyo growled, releasing her hand and clenching it in a fist.

“Just teasing...” Yusuke laughed. “You still get worked up so easily.”

“I do not!” Kyo snapped. But to Tohru, he was being contradictory. She didn’t mind. She found him adorable even when he would get irritated. Not that she wanted him to...

“Whatever,” Kyo mumbled. “I’m getting a drink. You want one?” He asked Tohru.

She nodded, giving his clenched fist a squeeze. “Iced tea, please.”

He smiled briefly, kissing the top of her head before he left to the food and drink table. His kiss was tense, and she knew it was because he was timid when it came to being affectionate in front of others, but she appreciated the effort of the gesture anyway. Overtime, the PDA had gotten easier for them.

“Let’s go mingle. You should join us, Tohru,” Saki suggested.

That sounded appealing to her. She was sure Kyo would catch up to them. She followed alongside the girls, stopping when they reunited with a group of their old classmates, and she greeted all of them.

She saw Kyo out of the corner of her eye getting their drinks, but he wasn’t alone. Three girls flocked to him, and she recognized them. They’d never taken fondly to her, particularly because Kyo always liked her and ended up choosing to be with her. She recalled the scrutiny she got from them soon after they started dating. She knew it was out of jealousy, and it’s not like she didn’t expect it to happen. Kyo was handsome...more than that, he was beautiful. And though most of the girls at their school had their eyes on Yuki, she couldn’t help but notice how a few of them also acknowledged Kyo.

She wasn’t surprised that was still the case. He’d gotten prettier in the past year, bulking up quite a bit due to all the martial arts classes he’d been teaching at Kazuma’s dojo. She wouldn’t have been concerned about girls taking notice of him. She would never want to control who he sees or talks to. It wasn’t like her. However, it was the way the girls acted around him that made her feel uneasy.

One of them put her hand on his forearm, the touch soft enough to not count as evasive. For a moment, Kyo just froze, paying attention to the girl who was chatting with him, until he slowly drew his arm away from her and seemed to pretend like it never happened.

Tohru sighed to herself. At least he didn’t seem to cave to her advances. Not that she would think he would. She knew he was loyal to her, he promised he would be since the day he proposed to her. She was grateful for that.

Still, the nausea she felt seeing such beautiful girls dote on him didn’t fade. It was similar to how she felt when she thought her dad was stealing her mom away from her. Maybe not as severe, but it wasn’t a good feeling nonetheless.

She felt the need to intervene, even though she wanted to give him space and room to talk to whoever he wanted to on his own. She didn’t want to be that type of girlfriend...or fiancé.

She sucked in a breath and went to him, instantly intertwining her fingers through his. “H-hi,” she said to the girls timidly.

They examined her, or rather leered at her. She felt completely vulnerable.

“Oh, hey, Tohru. How have you been?” One of them asked. Although, it didn’t sound like they cared.

“I’ve been well. Especially since I’ve had Kyo-kun beside me. It’s been nice.” She felt the need to mention that last part. But it really just slipped out.

“Yeah it’s been...really great,” Kyo added, looking down at Tohru and finally smiled.

Moments of silence followed, and she couldn’t ignore how awkward it had gotten. The girls clearly still had crushes on him, so Tohru was the bad guy. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

“Anyway...we’re going to walk around. It was nice seeing you again, Kyo-kun,” one of them cooed, leaving with the other girls.

Tohru felt the tension leave her. But her feelings still confused her. Was that really jealousy?

“You seemed really tense there,” Kyo mentioned.

She straightened, cringing. “Was I? I didn’t mean to.”

Kyo handed her the iced tea that had been sitting on the table scattered with all kinds of appetizers. “I felt you squeezing my hand. Are you okay?”

She slowly sipped her drink. “Yes. I’m fine. I’m just nervous to see everyone. It’s been a long time.”

“If you’re nervous, then I’m terrified,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

She giggled. She loved her shy kitty. She moved her toes up and kissed him, momentarily forgetting that they weren’t alone. But once she remembered, she didn’t mind that. In fact, she hoped the girls were noticing them, and she couldn’t figure out why.

It wasn’t until later, after they got off the subway and were walking the remainder of the trip home, that she still felt unsettled. No matter how hard she tried to conceal it, Kyo would look at her with perplexity.

“Something’s up. And don’t lie to me,” he stated.

She frowned. “I don’t want to bother you with this but...I can’t get it off my mind.”

“Spill it.” He walked closer to her, his elbow bumping hers. “You can tell me.”

And she did because she felt like she could tell him anything and it wouldn’t sway what he thought of her. He’d proven that so many times. “When I saw how those girls acted around you, it made me...uncomfortable.”

His walking slowed as they reached the door to their tiny home that resembled a cottage. He didn’t open the door, but just stood there without facing her. “So that’s what this is about,” he said just above a whisper. “Really? Do you not trust me when it comes to that?”

“No! Of course not,” she said quickly. “I didn’t think you’d give into them. It’s not about you actually.” She wrung her hands together, scrambling for words. “It’s just that...those girls are so pretty. Much more beautiful than I am. They seem like the type that would fit better for you...” She hadn’t realized how much she felt that way until she said it out loud. She found herself so plain. It stemmed from the amount of comments she got from her family about her being boring and dull physically. To a big extent, she thought it was true.

Kyo finally looked to her, his brows creasing together. “What the hell are you talking about? You are insane if you think I don’t find you attractive.”

Her heartbeat picked up. That actually meant a lot, especially coming from him. “I am?”

His expression softened. “You are. You’re beautiful. And yeah, those girls are hot, but I’ll never fall in love with them the way I fell for you.” He took a piece of her hair bound together by her ribbon and tucked it behind her ear.

She smiled as he held her cheek. “You make me feel beautiful, Kyo-kun. Thank you for telling me that everyday.” She held his wrist, as if she was afraid of him pulling away. She really didn’t want that. “I’ve never been that jealous before. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“But it just means you love me, right?” He leaned down so his face was at her level. “Not that I deserve it.”

She shook her head while grinning and met him halfway in a kiss that she hadn’t intended to get so intense, but he took it there, holding her waist and pulling her close until her body was pressed firmly against his own.

When she broke away to breathe, she found him smiling so big that it took away her breath more than the kiss had. “You have my word that I won’t leave you for anyone else. You’re my first love, and you’ll be my last.”

“I’m holding you to that, but I don’t think I have reason to worry. I trust you completely, Kyo-kun.” She opened the front door, pulling him in behind her by his hand with her mind officially set at ease.

[cynical-amphisbaenia]

yes hello amygda i've been lurking here for quite some time and it's lovely but honestly i don't feel like saying the usual wOw YoUr BlOg Is 100% GuD and i AdOrE iT stuff. i mean your blog actually is and i do but it almost feels obligatory when every single ClasspectMe ask does that. and le oops, i spilled it - it'd be nice to hear your ideas about my Mythological Role! i've been searching for the right one for some time now. i trust your knowledge, though.

anyway personality is the first thing i want to describe. and the hardest one as well. you see, a common thing in my life is that i can't remember anything. like literally i remember less than 1% of everything that happened to me, ever. it's easier to describe what i was feeling than what actually happened. it's a genetic thing iirc because my mom has that too, but that's beside the point. i'm quite a talkative person and i tend to do the thing i did like a sentence before a lot. i used to be described as "impulsive and agressive" but that isn't true anymore, i can contain myself. that's probably the thing that led to my emotions being kind of, uh, separate from my mind. by that i mean i actually know i felt something a little bit after the fact, i just, i dunno, ignore it so hard i don't even acknowledge the feeling. that led to me joking about "selling my soul to a demon" as an explanation and the joke is still running

i kind of roleplay an arrogant piece of shit? not as a Knight-type persona but like for fun and not actually annoying anyone too much, and basically everyone knows i do. no self-worth problems though

surprisingly i don't have any problems typical for people my age and my family isn't a bunch of assholes, which has both led me to living a life in "easy mode" and to me being spoiled enough not to give a shit about basically anything. it's not a depressed thing: there are little to none things that motivate me besides "i have to" and "i'll literally die if i won't", and even the ones that exist don't seem to have any relation to one another. i'd say i'm an ambivert, but that would imply that i get energy from both being alone and from being with people, and i don't get it at all. i'd also say i'm a pessimist, but honestly i'm just an optimist that tries really hard to be pessimistic and it really shows sometimes, like when i tell my friends some edgy sarcastic shit and then help someone for no reason or give a stranger a chocolate bar or something. i do that a lot for my actual friends though and i actually have no problem making friendos and opening up to anyone

i use mutedHypocrisy as my chumhandle-ish nickname because 1. i don't really judge anyone out loud? i have are a lot of bUdDiEs with DEBATABLE opinions but i just don't discuss it almost ever, keeping to myself. not really a reason for this. and 2. because of my extremely unique memory i usually dont havr or don't remember any opinions of my own except for some really important ones, which had led me to saying two opposite takes on the same thing to a single person, them going "what the fuck", and that happened more than a single time.

on to symbols. well, the tarot cards mark me as The Star and my fate as a fate of The Fool. which is shown by me being, well, talented enough and having a lot of freedom but not enough ambition to really use it, making me basically useless. also the star thing? its number is 17 and the one before is 16, which is the Tower, which is a fucking cataclysm, and the thing is me being a few hours away from being born under "the tower" is also reflected in the situation in which i was born. i won't elaborate though cuz thats personal shit.

i guess fate kind of likes playing with me? in a friendly way. like i'm always in the best circumstances possible BUT i get trolled by luck along the way. like that friend who pranks you a lot but is actually a nice person and is fun to be around, the world around me feels, as i already said, "easy mode". a lot of people have it worse. i feel bad because i've got everything one could ever want but zero motivation and ambition to do things. and it's not even a "willpower" problem, because that thing helps me do A LOT and is the only reason i'm still functional.

i seem to have an affinity for the things i hate, even though this sounds stupid as fuck. i may despise something completely but i'll be like the meme about a guy who says "disgusting" and keeps looking anyway.

i perceive things as a play, making myself a fourth-wall-breaker type of character. i don't think i take it too seriously but that's kinda fun. i think it started when i noticed that my life and the projects i participate in have some patterns that don't change at all. it's not a thing about some situations always being the same, it's some specific things -- the beginnings and endings of ppl's relationships in the friend group, their roles there and my relationships with the people on em, for example. that's some conspiracy theorist shit right there though.

i don't think i can describe my arcs? i don't remember them. like i mean i was literally babied throughout my whole life, even if not in a way i hate or in an overbearing/limiting way. i had some anger issues and despised rules, but that's a teenager thing mostly -- i respect them now for the most part.

if there's anything important i forgot please tell me!!! can't describe my own ass right if i don't remember 95% of my life. love your work anyway.

Well, as much as it's appreciated, it's definitely not obligatory! And I hope no one feels that it is. Now, there's a few possible options. The main things to consider are Rogue or Mage of Heart and Heir or Maid of Mind, though you may also want to consider Void or Breath as the aspects.

You lack Heart in various ways, though not completely. You still try to take on various opinions or roles. This could be due to being a Rogue of Heart. Rogues tend to lack their aspects, and the taking on of opinions/roles could be stealing Heart. You do seem to focus on things like emotions and relationships, and especially your lack of motivation. Mages can also lack their aspect, but this tends to cause them to suffer - you don’t appear to focus on suffering too much, so it’s not as likely as Rogue. However, if you feel that you attempt to experience Heart to learn about it rather than simply just taking it on, then you might want to consider it. 

Alternatively, you could be an Heir of Mind - this is less likely as you only seem to have focus on the roles and adaptability of Mind while you focus on many more parts of Heart. However, if you were so caught up in those things like an Heir could be, it might explain why you ignore those things and lack parts of Heart as well. A Maid is also likely to get caught up serving only particular parts of their aspect - again, this is less likely than Heir as you seem to change Mind rather than create it, but you might feel differently on this. 

To decide between the Heart or Mind would depend on how you define things like your roleplay - does it feel like an exploration and taking (or experiencing) of Heart or does it feel like a changing/creating of roles which would suit Mind?

You could also consider Void if it feels like the circumstances of your life causes you to live in confusion and if it feels like your lack of memory is the main focus rather than it causing you to miss parts of Heart. Reading what you gave me it doesn’t seem to be the case, but you could decide otherwise. In a similar way, Breath could be an option if you feel disconnected from things, especially as you do focus a bit on freedom. For both of these aspects you could consider Heir, Maid or Mage as an option, especially as with Breath you’re clearly not connected to parts of it like motivation.

Hopefully this helps! Sorry it’s a lot of options, so feel free to ask me anything to help you narrow it down. ^^