#but maybe someone else will appriciate this

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

Currently trying to piece together a semi-coherent narrative on how time lord government works, so here's some notes on the different branches/sections of their government:

(some of this might be nonsense, but i'm writing this at one am so)

president - almost total power, a part of the matrix, has access to all of time lord knowledge

cia - seems to be opposed to president in most things, other banches have little control over them, secrative, very powerful (at least it seems until romana manages to take some power from them)

castelans - idk about them yet, seem to do their own thing a lot of the time? connection with chancellory guard, also apparently the cia

cardinals - seem to be on the side of the president, or at least are just kind of there (i honestly can't think of anything notable about them at the moment)

chancellor - oversser of the chancellery guard, seems to be one of the only people that the president has no power over, like they just don't actually have to do anything the president says, kind of like a buffer between the president and absolute power, also possibly the presidents second in command (but possibly there's more than one, though it really seems like only one is that close to the president)

Everything is also very steeped in tradition, change is possible, but most aren't willing to do anything to change how things are, not even that they aren't willing but it seems many don't want to, time lords live for so long that the politicians are largely old and have lived to see these traditions go on and on (much like earth politicians, but add a few thousand years)

[nickeverdeen]

Hiii, hope your day is going well

could you write an Arcane imagine of romantic yandere Caitlyn Kirraman x fem reader and platonic yandere Cassandra.

Where reader has been arranged to marry Caitlyn and Cassandra sees reader as the perfect daughter in law.

Obssesed | yandere!Caitlyn Kiramman x fem!reader

Pairings: Caitlyn x reader (yandere romantic), Cassandra x reader (yandere in-laws), Caitlyn x Cassandra (family)

Type of fic: Possessive, Angst

Warnings: Yandere, arranged marriage

Summary: When you and Caitlyn got arranged into a marriage it sure was not something too unexpected as your families need a connection, but when you went to introduce yourself to the Kiramman family everything seemed fine and if it was unusual you just brushed it off as their behaivors, but soon you were gonna find out it’s not just that…

❗️IMPORTANT❗️: So basically Tumblr ain’t letting me write on my own anymore so I’m only avaible to answer asks so if someone would be so kind and like once a week write smth so I could write a fanfic on my own, I’d appriciate it. Maybe just smth like “free ask” or smth like that, it doesn’t have to be anything big, but pls help me out with this. Thank you, cariños

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The Kiramman estate was always too quiet for your liking.

Everything was pristine. Immaculate. Controlled.

You walked the marble halls as if they belonged to someone else—which, in a way, they did. They belonged to the Kirammans. And soon, they’d belong to you too. At least in name.

Because in exactly two weeks, you were set to marry Caitlyn Kiramman.

The arrangement had been announced months ago, with a celebratory dinner in the center of Piltover’s High House district. Political. Strategic. Two powerful families, now bonded by love—or the illusion of it.

But the illusion was starting to feel real.

Too real.

At first, Caitlyn had been distant.

Polite, but cold. She treated you like a stranger she’d been instructed to care for—always proper, never cruel, but rarely warm. Her posture, her speech, her eyes—everything about her felt like it had been rehearsed.

But then something shifted.

One night, you found a book on your nightstand—the one you’d mentioned in passing at dinner weeks earlier. Another time, you discovered your favorite tea perfectly steeped and waiting for you on the garden table. Small things. Thoughtful things. And then came the letters.

Written in Caitlyn’s neat, precise hand.

They were always signed Yours, followed by her name.

The tone changed with each note—more personal, more curious. They started asking questions. What colors you liked. If you preferred the stars or the sea. If you’d ever wanted to leave Piltover.

At first, you thought she was warming up to you.

But then the questions grew more… invasive.

Why did you flinch when someone touched your shoulder yesterday?

Why did you smile at the boy in the market when you bought the ribbon?

Do you think about anyone when I’m not there?

You’d never seen her write them. Never caught her sneaking into your room. But the notes kept coming.

Always waiting.

Always watching.

And then there was Cassandra.

The woman adored you.

At first, it was endearing—how she’d take your hands and smile like you were already family, how she insisted on brushing your hair for special dinners, how she called you daughter when no one else was around.

But her affection was… intense.

Suffocating.

She corrected how you sat. Told you what colors looked best on you. Once, you laughed at a joke that made Caitlyn frown and Cassandra took your chin in her fingers, forcing you to meet her eyes.

“My Caitlyn is sensitive,” she said sweetly. “You must protect her heart. That is your duty now.”

And you believed her.

Because Cassandra Kiramman had power, and she wielded it with a smile and a mother’s hands.

One morning, you found yourself sitting in the Kiramman greenhouse, the air heavy with the scent of lilacs and damp earth. Caitlyn entered without a sound, her boots silent on the stone path. She looked radiant in blue—composed, perfect.

She sat beside you.

“I hope you know how much I value you,” she said quietly, reaching up to brush a curl behind your ear.

You flinched, and her hand paused. A shadow passed over her expression.

“You’re still afraid,” she murmured, voice low. “Even now.”

“I’m not afraid,” you lied, eyes fixed on the flower in your hand.

She chuckled under her breath. “You should be.”

You froze.

She tilted your face toward hers, gentle but firm.

“You’re the only person in the world I’ll ever love like this,” she whispered. “And I will not let anyone take you from me. Not your family. Not your doubts. Not even you.”

Later that night, you tried to sneak out.

You didn’t get far.

A soft knock on your bedroom door was followed by Cassandra herself, hair pinned neatly, dressed in her nightgown.

“Going somewhere, sweet girl?” she asked sweetly.

You couldn’t speak.

She stepped inside, shutting the door gently behind her. “I understand. Cold feet. Every bride gets them.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but she crossed the room in three strides and took your hands, like she always did.

Her thumbs stroked your knuckles. “But you mustn’t run. Not from this. Not from her. Caitlyn loves so rarely, and when she does… it consumes her.”

You swallowed.

“She doesn’t want to hurt you,” Cassandra said softly. “But if you try to leave… she will. She can’t help it. And I won’t let her lose you.”

Her hands tightened. You felt the strength beneath her delicate exterior—iron beneath velvet.

“You’re perfect for her. For us.” Cassandra’s voice dropped. “Don’t disappoint me, darling.”

The wedding loomed.

Caitlyn watched you like a hawk, her hands always lingering a little too long on your waist, her smile a little too sharp. Cassandra began referring to your future in the present tense.

“My daughter-in-law will be handling that.”

“You’ll make a fine matriarch someday.”

“We’re lucky she was chosen for Caitlyn.”

And you?

You were trapped.

Wrapped in silk. Drowning in diamonds. Locked in a golden cage guarded by a mother and daughter who loved you too much to ever let you go.

And somewhere deep down—beneath the fear, beneath the pressure��part of you whispered:

Maybe this is what love is supposed to feel like.

[yelenasbraid]

hi lovely, may i please request a joe burrow fic please? idk if you watch smosh on yt but there are compilations on yt as well that you can watch, dw. anywho, my request is for a reader who is very sassy and sarcastic, but in the type of way where she says things without thinking. like she'll be in an interview (famous singer or actor) and someone will say will be like 'oh' when they asked a question that had a very obvious answer. and she'll be like 'yeah' over to the side beside them in the most sassy voice, and while everyone else in the room dies of laughter, she looks at everyone in confusion for a moment, you can actively see the clogs turning in her head, trying to figure out what everyone finds so funny, before she smacks a hand over her mouth, and her eyes widen, her other hand flying to cover the hand of the person she just possibly offended as she repeatedly apologizes, her eyes wide as dinner plates. so back to smosh, i brought it up because there is one particular person on smosh like that, her name is angela and you can find tons of comps of her speaking before thinking on youtube if you need inspo. now back to the request, people start shipping her and joe together because they're both just sassy lil introverts who're hot. and then they both show up to an event, looking hot, as always. and people collectively are losing it because holy shit they're breathing the same air is it happening? and then the photo's drop. blurry photo's of the two of them sat in a secluded corner together, eyes sparkling, smiles soft, heads bent, knees brushing. and a bit later? photos of him holding her hand as they walk out of the event, security surrounding them as he walks in front of her, her hand in his, you know what i'm talkin about. the tom holland walk, the travis kelce walk. and well? the internet just about breaks.

i hope you like this request, can you please lmk if you get it? maybe just say you got the sassy x joe fic request?? i'd really appriciate it because i think tumblrs been eating my asks lately. okay love you and your fics and this is way to long byeeeeee

wait because i love this concept so much!!! like a sassy actress who says what she thinks (maybe because she’s HELLA nervous) and it’s just so cute like GAHHHH

EDIT: if you want something similar that already has a bunch of little blurbs and parts, PLS PLS check out YAIL by @starsinthesky5. she’s an amazing writer and has explored the songwriter aspect! not sure if reader is an introvert, but if you like concepts like that, check it out!

but i love this babes and i will add this to my drafts!!

[elphilim]

>> To the one anon who send me this ask about posting a promo and me having so less interactions etc.:

PS: long post! But it's kinda important, cause there is some parts in the tumblr rpc that also annoys me pretty much.

Yeah I know I could post a promo and maybe it would attract more followers etc. and I would have done so already if I wanted to do this. But the fact is, I don't. I barely have time to engage with the people I'm already writing with and those are really not many.

I mean just look at my tracker, there are once again threads who haven't been answered since the beginning of May and we have June now.

Ofc I'm not closed to new people, if anyone stumbles over my blog and wants to interact or if I stumble over a blog I find interesting, I still follow (back) and write with them. But I try to keep my list small, not just for my sanity but also because I know, just because you have a lot of mutuals doesn't mean you have many interactions. For most of them you're just a number to make their followerlist look bigger and I'm not interested in being food for people's ego...

I mean right now I follow 19 people, 25 are following me and out of them I'm actively writing with only 8 and out of those 8 people it's like only 2-3 who really like and comment my stuff or talk ooc with me, without waiting for me to make the first step (not judging or blaming anyone here, only stating facts)

I have 8 threads, 31 drafts, my inbox: empty, activity: almost every day at 0; sometimes I get a like or a comment but that's it, DMs: you can hear crickets chirping and if you want to write there you first have to dust off the chat. My notifications almost never go over 5 per week. It happenes almost every time that I come on here and I got nothing: No dm, no ask, no like, no comment, no nothing. And if I do have more than this, I can be sure the bots have found me again...

And still I barely have any time to answer to this 8 threads like once a week or get to post the 31 drafts I have saved. It's not like I'm drowning in stuff to do here on tumblr, that I get so much stuff to answer to or anything like that and still, I'm happy if I manage to answer to everyone's thread at least once a month or write the starters I promised in the same month.

Do I wish people would engage more around here, sure I do. Who isn't happy when people show interest in something you created and stuff. But it is what it is, you can't force people to do so and it's also not fair to ask for more interaction, if you yourself can't do much either.

I always say: "You get what you give."

If you give much but won't get anything in return: Stop giving. But if you don't give anything yourself, don't be surprised if you don't get anything either.

The one thing I'm mostly dissapointed here on tumblr is, that everyone here kinda sits back and wait for the others to make the first step and then complain when no one does it. I see a lot people here on tumblr complaining about this, and with each one of them I always ask myself "Yeah I get it, but how much did you gave first?" You don't get to lean back and put your feet up, waiting for the sun to shine upon you and then complain cause everyone else is doing the same.

I get it, it's annoying if it's you who always has to be the one to write the first dm, to send all the ideas or pitching plots. It's frustrating if you always have to be the one to write starters and don't get them back or the one to reblogg, like, comment and send asks etc. while everyone around you is kinda like just sit there waiting and only respond to what you give them. There I can understand people complaining, that everyone else is just waiting to get served.

But in a community as broken as the rpc seems to be someone has to be the "bigger guy" and suck it up and idk start somehow. Otherwise you won't get anything started at all. Over time you learn who of your mutuals appriciate you and your efforts and who you can just drop again. I prefer to make the first steps, hoping that something like a friendship builds between us, than to be yet another person who just sits back and waits for the world to do all the work for you. There are still people here on tumblr who, when they see the effort you give to them, they give the same effort back to you again. You just have to find them which can take very long and be very exhausting, but they're still around here.

I mean sure, beside the threads I sometimes send in memes or asks, or comment, like or reblogg stuff from others, but again I can't force anyone to do the same.

But don't get this wrong: I'm fine with doing the first step and I'm also very patient. But if this continues and it's ALWAYS me to make the first step, at one point I'll be dropping you again. I always observe my mutuals a little. I observe who makes the effort to write to me first every now and then or who only waits and replies when I write first. I see who comes to me of their own accord, checking on me, sending stuff in, throwing ideas at me etc. and who doesn't. I see exactly who only seems to be interested if I was the one to write first and then just forgets about me again if I don't. At a certain point, my patience will run out too and I'll stop sending you stuff. If even more time passes and you still don't get your arse in gear, I'll unfollow you again. It's that simple. I'm fine with doing the first step, I'm fine with reaching out and interact first. But I'm not stupid and I won't waste my time on people who just take and won't give.

As I said: I'm not here to feed people's ego. No matter how cool your blog or how special your muse is.

[rins-batcave]

answering all of these cus boredom

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better? - wallows music, good kid, etc.

What is your go to comfort show? - derry girls, brooklyn 99, hearstopper, idk what else

Reading or writing? Why? - writing because its creative and helps me

Whats your favorite feeling? - idk

How do you like to take care of yourself? - i don't :3

What’s your favorite candle scent? - none but ig lavender?

Who do you feel most like yourself around? - my tumblr moots

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you? - soft things ig?

Best childhood moment? - vacations, time with my grandparents and brother

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards) - idk

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it! - monkey and baby (two stuffies) they make me very calm and happy and the texture and scent and stuff are just familiar.

What calms you down? - bed

Bath or shower to relax? - neither ✨dysphoria✨

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for? - christmas

Comfort food? - soup? bread? ummmm crackers? pretzels? yogurt.

What’s something you want to create soon? - 3d printed stuff

How do you feel best loved? - when i do acts of service and people appriciate? time ig?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at? - 20s?

Have you ever written or received a love letter? - kinda? someone confessed a crush on me?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart. - when i went to the marina with my grandparents and we had bagels

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa? - tea

Name of your favorite playlist? - lol my one playlist titled "music" with 800 songs

Have you ever received flowers? - yeah after preformances and stuff

Who is your bestfriend? - my moots maybe? idk irl

If your soul was a color, what would it be? - green probably?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring? - maybe europe and my dog?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something? - i want one

What are you proudest of? - like when i make these two peopel feel welcome at school and then they told me how grateful they were for that? also probably math shit and wrting?

Are you a kind person? - i hope so

What do your hobbies look like? - archery, rock climbing, writing/poetry

[daemon-in-my-head]

Fun fact; the sole reason Fine and Nil exist as they do is because some months ago, while I was reading LN, I came across a scene where a kid put their caretaker into pretty clothes, and the caretaker only put up with it in an attempt to woo the kid's parent. And that led to me writing that one fluff durgetash oneshot. Which led to the story about Fine, Nil and Gortash becoming a thing and a tragedy.

No idea what exactly happened but yk, this blog is fueled solely by the thought of gortash in a pretty pink dress and hat pretending to be a noble lady sipping imaginary tea and putting on a performance simply so he can get his back blown out.

You're welcome for that picture. I think. Idk fucking cursed me but maybe someone else can appriciate it.

[sheinsidemymindvro]

been going through something similar. appriciate discovering your blog. they made me unsure, that i was maybe having psychosis (ig thats what they want, for me to look crazy)

Please do you. You have to be magnetic for someone to want to choose you for something like this.

Ive been meditating, mantally cutting any attachment i have to energy stealing people.

Protect your energy but dont let it stop you from shining. Strong bounderies.

lots of love

bro dm me!! I'm doing this to reach out to anyone else that has gone through anything similar.

thank you for your kind words, i agree to have a psychic do this shit for so long there would have to be some reason why.

if you would rather keep anon, please feel free to share your story on my blog, or we can talk, anyone in the world would wonder if they are in psychosis when it comes to experiencing a psychic attack at first. shit is wild. what has been your experience? at first they got me so fucked up dude, i thought it was all types of shit. needed time to listen to these girls and figure them out.

they are trying to break my sanity everyday, since i know I'm dealing with idiots and what they can and cant do, they just cant phase me anymore.

they told me so many details because they never thought someone would be willing to look crazy and talk about this. (like their identity) the concept of what they can do is reality shattering at first. huge wtf moment. too bad its psychics that choose to use their ability for shitty purposes.

I'm staying strong through this, I'm stopping music production, but i do exercises to work on my weaker points of music so that when she leaves il just be better. its a new tactic I'm trying.

fuck man you keep doing you too!! <3 so much fucking love <3

[the-consortium]

Justicar Verdan is tired. He is walking through another chaos fortress, or maybe it's the same one he was walking through for Emperor knows how long, all of them start to look the same to him. He killed far too many daemons and cultists and chaos marines to care. His armor is very damaged, although the psychic matrix inside still works, enhancing his psychic power, even though it doesn't really matter as he used too much psykery to safely use any more. As he walks through another corridor, noticing a space marine sized person through an ajar door, he stills, though it doesn't change the fact that he was already heard and the person inside is turning to the door.

(I'm letting you decide who he encoutered! I would like you know that I don't want to start with combat, so someone willing to talk will be appriciated

I'm not sure if you would need this but just fyi:

Verdan is armed with a force halberd, a mostly empty strom bolter and is wearing a scuffed and beaten up aegis terminator suit with a seriously fucked up helmet.)

The room is larger than the rather inconspicuous door might initially suggest. Columns divide it up and disappear into the darkness at the back. Some narrow windows let in grey light with strange streaks and something can be heard from outside that might be the sound of fighting. An impact further away - dust trickles from the ceiling and the lumens hanging from long cables dance for a few seconds.

The two people in the room turn towards Verdan in synchronised motion, raising their old, ornately decorated baroque bolters.

They were obviously busy looking for something. Cupboards have been rummaged through, drawers are open and jars of viscous liquid have shattered on the stone floor. Some strange tissue samples have also been scattered and are twitching on the tiles.

In a way, the two Chaos Marines certainly live up to the image you always have of them. Their armour is in various shades of pink, purple and crimson and is richly decorated with gold ornaments. One of the two, whose armour is adorned all over with text in a language unknown to Verdan, has strange flesh-like outgrowths on his helmet and a snow-white crest swings elegantly to one side as the marine fixes his gaze on the newcomer.

The other person, however - well, apparently the Heretics have gone further in their corruption of the Emperor's work than previously known, as it is obviously a woman. She wears no helmet and her painted lips twist into a slightly too friendly smile, showing too pointed teeth. She is no shorter than the Astartes next to her, on the contrary - limbs elongated into goat legs even give her a little more height.

"Oh, someone else looking for something here. And has found us. The prince means well for us!" She tilts her head a little and rolls her shoulders. Verdan can hear her vox clicking softly.

[perfectnightbouquetfan]

my start therapy

sitting here listening to clay pigeons and feeling an appriciation for the little things. i looked at therapy today and am hoping i can afford it. hopping itll help. but im happy, i feel this pressure about my future coming from behind me. thats pretty insightful. maybe i dont need therapy. maybe i need a xanax.

i wanna be better than i was. i think life is just that simple. i need to work on giving myself patience. i proabaly have flaws i havent even thought of but nobody seems to mind. most of all i dont mind. for example i was a wreck in high school. didn'y apply myself, nervous wreck, and slutty. idk why but i dont feel guilty. maybe shame. im more mad FOR myself rather than regret. idk, i think about it often but i am happy with most of the things i did. i do in fact look back and laugh. and sometimes get angry. but i dont think it matters that much. i was just a kid who happen to be future me's worst enemy.

everyone always tells me how mature i am for my age. what's up with that? i know the meme's that're like "trauma" but i dont think that's it. i think i really just get it. i get the game. i get why people do the things they do. maybe it's not that simple but i always was so worried about finding my identiy so i could be heard that i saw everyone else's. can you tell i queued some radiohead in my playlist? how stupid. nevertheless i feel that way. i feel like a 43 year old 2x divorcee with a mortage and trauma that fits neatly in a suitcase and other times i feel like a 10 year old girl who's feelings barely fit in her body. i think a 10 year old girl might have better emtion regulation. i dont really hang out with those types.

it feels kinda narcissistic to write about myself and try to make insightful conclusions. i don't know why I write this as if anyone will read it. maybe it's a self-esteem issue. i know it's just myself but why do I need to prove anything to myself.

i think i should probably talk to someone about my dad passing. i wrote that one essay about it coming in waves. it doesn't feel like I wrote it thanks to my ex bf's sister's help. she was so smart. i really wanted her to think I was smart. anyways, I talk about grief feeling like waves. i gave a speech on it at academic decathlon and all my judges cried. i guess I believe it but it isn't a unique take or anything. this woman at my job lost her mom. that pain is so unimaginable to me I cant even describe. but like my dad? idk it's complicated. it's almost like he died when I was 14 and the idea of him forever at 17. I don't even know how old I was when we last spoke. but I remember what it was like.

they say you froget the sound of their voice first, but I remember it so clearly. okay gotta stop now. i cant cry. it never seems to do anything,

i wish big thief would release incomprehensible. it's about not making sense and most of all about aging. i personally cannot wait to age. i cant wait to be settled. i know Ill never feel that way and I'll miss my 20s but I can't wait to be an attorney or whatever. no actually I have no other option. i don't care if I die doing it I'm going to be on the bar. i wont be a paralegal. I'll be the fucking boss. I'll mean something. I'll be heard. i wont have to figure myself out. i wont have to fix my self esteem. i can be an attorney wth an alcohol problem. the only clique il stand for

[porkcracker]

Can I request a platonic Tfa Optimus and reader where Setinal is talking bad about optimus and the reader and Setinal figh whic the team prime and the elite gaurd are watching and then the reader says something like how optimus is a great leader and an says something like how they see him as a father figure.

Hello there, and welcome back. This request took my braincells a bit to work, but I think the end result isn't half-bad. Dad Prime is always a nice thing to write tho, so alas. I hope you enjoy reading and that it isn't too far from what you had in mind. I'm very sorry it took me so long to awnser, but I hope you enjoy reading.

Sentinel Prime vs. GN!Reader feat. Dad Prime

The dislike between the two of you was clear from the start

He dislikes you for being organic and always being around Team Prime

You dislike him for being xenophobic and his behaviour towards Optimus

Optimus is someone you care greatly for

He's caring, supportive and always has your back and you want to do the same for him

So one day, when Sentinel is talking down to Optimus, while he just sits and endures, you snap

Climbing up some boxes standing around to be closer in height, you start yelling at Sentinel

Sentinel is shocked and surprised, then he gets embarrassed and angry

Leaving Optimus to the side, he stalks over and starts yelling at you

Maybe facing a mechanical lifeform several times bigger than you, should be intimidating, but right this moment you don't care and you sure as hell don't feel scared of that pompous ass. No, rather you're very angry and you're letting him know so loudly. Maybe it wasn't your place, but you just couldn't continue standing by as he talked down one of the people most important to you. "-so, shut up!", you end your rant breathing heavily as silence settles over the room, where just moments before a meeting had been held.

It was almost hilarious to see the way Sentinel's faceplate contorted into a grimace, faceplate darkening in anger. With three angry steps he's right in front of you and you think that is the closest he ever willingly got to you. "Listen here you organic, this is none of your business. So why don't you shut up about things you don't know about? Or even better go back where you came from instead of being another useless presence here.", he yells down at you, his voice almost hissing at the end, the question who else he considered useless didn't need to be asked.

And to his chargin you do the exact opposite of shutting up and leaving. "Look whose talking! If anyone here is useless it's you. You act like you're oh so good, but everyone here knows that's all just talk no action. And really, who needs you? Because unlike you Optimus is not only way more competent and brave, he's actually a good leader. So stop talking down to him, you bully. Oh and you know what else? Unlike you Optimus has people that care about him like family.".

The meeting doesn't last long after that

Sentinel is so angry it looks like he's going to blow a fuse

Ultra Magnus is rather taken aback, but Jazz is definitivly on your side

Team Prime has a general positve reaction

Ratchet thinks that Sentinel absolutely deserved it, he'd love to chew him out himself

Bulkhead is a little worried for you and any kind of punishment that you might receive

Bumblebee and Sari are fans, they loved seeing you tearing into him

Prowl is rather quiet on the matter, but does't say anything against it either

Now Optimus, he is very touched and a bit embarrassed

He is also scrambling to do damage control for the relationship between the Elite Guard and Team Prime

But he does really appriciate it and is touched by your care for him

[nickeverdeen]

can you write a violet/xaden/reader fic on any theme you feel comfortable with ?

Shaken | Violet Sorrengail x gn!reader x Xaden Riorson

PS: More context into the request next time please

Pairing: Violet x Xaden x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Hurt/comfort, light angst, emotional intimacy

Warnings: Mentions of battle aftermath, blood, emotional exhaustion

Summary: After surviving another brutal fight, you find yourself unraveling outside the safety of the outpost—until Violet and Xaden find you and remind you that survival doesn’t mean you have to carry it alone.

❗️IMPORTANT❗️: So basically Tumblr ain’t letting me write on my own anymore so I’m only avaible to answer asks so if someone would be so kind and like once a week write smth so I could write a fanfic on my own, I’d appriciate it. Maybe just smth like “free ask” or smth like that, it doesn’t have to be anything big, but pls help me out with this. Thank you, cariños

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Smoke still clung to the horizon, a ghost of the battle that had ended hours ago. The sky was ash-colored, and the air was too quiet—the kind of quiet that came only after something violent had happened.

You sat with your knees pulled up to your chest, perched on a flat rock just outside the small abandoned outpost your squad had taken shelter in. Your dragon was asleep nearby, wings twitching in some dream you couldn’t imagine. Every inch of you ached, but it wasn’t pain that kept you out here.

It was everything else.

Footsteps behind you didn’t startle you—not because you expected them, but because you were too tired to flinch.

“Mind if I sit?” Violet’s voice was soft. The kind of soft she rarely used with anyone but you and Xaden.

You glanced over your shoulder and nodded. She sat beside you, pulling her cloak tighter against the wind, though you could tell her mind was still on the fight. Probably still counting how close it came to losing someone.

“I didn’t think you’d come out here,” you said eventually, voice rough from smoke and silence.

“I saw you didn’t come in,” she answered, glancing sideways. “And I figured if anyone earned a few minutes to fall apart, it’s you.”

You huffed a humorless laugh. “Not really my style.”

She didn’t argue. Just sat with you in the cold, the silence stretching comfortably until more steps approached.

This time, even Violet turned, instinct pulling her half into a defensive mind-set before she realized who it was.

Xaden.

He looked rough. Blood—some his, most not—stained his jacket. He’d clearly only just stopped patrolling the perimeter.

His eyes met yours first.

“You’re still out here.” Not quite a question. Not quite judgment.

“I’m fine,” you said automatically.

Violet raised a brow. “They’re lying.”

You shot her a look. She shrugged. “Just saying.”

Xaden walked over, crouching in front of both of you, eyes narrowing slightly as if he could read your bones. “You almost died today.”

“So did everyone,” you replied, voice thin.

“But they didn’t have to watch someone use you as a shield.”

That hit harder than expected. You flinched and hated that he noticed.

Violet did too. “Hey,” she said quietly, reaching out to touch your hand. “You didn’t fail. You didn’t break.”

“No,” you whispered, voice barely there. “I just froze.”

“You froze once,” Xaden said, his tone steel but not unkind. “And then you moved. You got your squad out. You held your ground.”

“People still died.”

“So did theirs,” he countered.

You felt Violet’s fingers tighten around yours, warm despite the cold air. “You’re allowed to be shaken, you know. That doesn’t make you weak.”

For a while, the three of you just sat like that, shadows in the dusk, grief and exhaustion thick between you but not sharp enough to push you apart.

And when you finally leaned your head against Violet’s shoulder, and she leaned back, and Xaden stayed crouched close enough to be a quiet, grounding presence—no one said a word.

Because sometimes comfort wasn’t in speaking.

It was in not being alone in the quiet that followed the storm.

[xjoonchildx]

I really really appriciate your term paper and really thankful that you even wrote that much for my ask. Though I apologize as english isn't my first language and I don't know political stuff (even the terms/words really. Sorry). I just wanted to ask you that after seeing your post screenshot of that twitter post. So I'm sorry, but even after reading your explanation, I still don't understand why or how the goverment "kept playing with their future". It kinda sounds like bts is waiting for the goverment's answer on their exemption. But they weren't hoping or even expecting an exemption, right? As they've said everytime, that they'll serve when the time comes.

Genuinely asking here. I'm sorry for my dumb brain. If you don't mind explaining again

Also to the anon who have kindly giving the information about the enlisment's list, I was actually asking about... like for example, if jin enlist at 1st november and then suga enlist at 3rd desember, is that possible? Or do they have to enlist at a certain period of time.. like the same students do, right? Because there's a semester and you'll have to graduate at the same period of time or sign up at the same period of time (except you join halfway)

It's all just curiosity really. I'm sorry for the long ask. I did try to search things up on the internet, but didn't really get the answer I'm looking for. Though I did avoid some things cuz I'm scared of reading hate or rude comments toward bts (it pissed me off)

hi sweets. so i'm going to try and hit your follow up questions now, forgive me if i miss any of them.

i think it's pretty impossible to know for sure one way or another if BTS was hoping for exemptions. seeing as they had already delayed jin's army start, i'm going to assume that some of them hoped to at the very least delay the process - maybe until after a few key important dates or (at one time i suspect this might have been the case) through any planned tours that they had.

beyond that -- i really don't think they ever intended not to serve. i just think they were waiting to hear from the government in terms of what their options were going to be to serve.

that being said, i think the reason the OP and many others have accused that government of playing games are the reports that this new administration may have delayed information/a final decision on the fate of BTS in order to "test" their financial impact on korea and/or their unmatched global popularity. i get the sense that some feel that the government used any decision on deferring/delaying enlistment like a dangling carrot and BTS didn't want to play that way.

this is how it looks to me, as an outsider. if any korean moots are out there and have more to add and/or correct please let me know!

also, i'll defer to someone else on your enlistment timing question because i am really not sure 💕

[redsshanks]

f!reader x bertholdt + sucking him off under the table in the mess haul during dinner?? tysm! idk if ur requests are open 💕

Yes they are and I’m so excited to write this and that my first smut request is Bertholdt! He needs more love and I am more than happy to give it to him because he’s my favorite. feedback appriciated!

warnings: smut, blowjobs, hair pulling, deep throating. NSFW

wordcount: 1373

note: i made this an au where bertholdt survived and is in marley.

You hummed against the inside of his thigh, a smirk forming on your lips when you noticed Bertholdt’s hand in a tight fist against his thigh. “Act normal my love.” Lazily you pumped his cock, the soft whines and whimpers leaving the man like music to your ears. You’d just now gotten your hand on his cock, barely started touching him and your lover was already losing control. “Or someone will come in and see.” Looking up at him from under the table he was sat at, you winked at him. 

This was actually his idea. You under the table at the mess hall on your knees, your hand and soon your mouth on his cock in public where anyone could possibly see you. See their proud holder of the colossal titan falling apart, see how he cried for you and how he begged so prettily. No one would believe it if you told them, he was so shy and sweet but when you had his cock inside you, and your hand pulling at his hair he let some of his filthier fantasies free. 

Bertholdt had looked at you with wide eyes when you slid under the table, your hand sliding along his thigh as you did. It took him only a few seconds to catch up with what you were doing and then his face lit up. He had such a pretty blush and so far it hadn’t left his face. His tanned skin was flushed pink from the tips of his ears to his already hard cock. It might have been his idea but he’d never have made the first move. Or any move like that. It was why you took control so often, because you weren’t afraid to give him what he wanted. 

There were only three other people in here, all the way across the large room and not paying attention to the two of you. Yet at least. If Bertholdt made too loud of a noise they’d look over and it wouldn’t take them too long to realize what was happening. The gossip that would happen if they saw one of their war council getting a blowjob in the mess hall. A wave of pleasure hit you at just the idea. You never knew how much of an exhibitionist you were until Bertholdt put the idea in your head. 

Bertholdt’s eyes flickered from you to the other people in the room, “Maybe this was a bad idea.” He was a nervous person in general so him changing his mind wasn’t unexpected. You almost stood up before his hand slowly moved to rest on top of yours where it rested on his knee. “They could see what you’re doing to me.” He sounded breathless, his face growing hotter when he looked back at you. 

Biting the inside of your lip you leaned in, your tongue flicking against the tip of his cock, causing him to jump slightly in his seat. “Then you should be a good warrior and be quiet.” The way his eyes lit up when you praised him. You knew it drove him crazy, he lived for praise and you lived for how pliant it made him. “Just sit back and let me help you with your problem. Okay?” 

You waited for him to nod, a final confirmation that this was what he wanted before you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. The sharp intake of breath from him had you smirking, your lips running down his shaft in open-mouthed kisses, trying to get more of those soft noises out of him. You knew you couldn’t tease him for too long. Bertholdt could get loud when he whined and as hot as the idea of getting caught was the reality wasn’t necessarily as pleasant.

When you finally took the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucked he dug his nails into the top of your hand as a gasp left him. Humming at the sensation it sent through your arm you sunk down further on his cock. He was longer than he was thick, but that didn’t make much of a difference when he hit the back of your throat before you were near the base of his cock. Being with Bertholdt was a good way to get used to deep throating. 

Between your legs you could feel yourself getting wet. The sounds of your lovers whines and the feeling of his nails digging into your skin was sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. Later you’d make him pay you back, have him eat your pussy until his jaw ached or ride him until you couldn’t stand it. There were endless possibilities for later. Right now you wanted to make him cum. 

Taking your hand out from under his he started to apologize before you pulled off his cock, his eyes drawn t the trail of spit connecting your lips to his cock. “Grab my hair.” Your voice was already getting horse but you didn’t care. When he hesitated you grabbed his large hand, putting it on top of your head. “You know I like it.” How his hesitance could be so endearing with your lips swollen and his cock out, wet with your spit you had no idea.

Bertholdt left his hand on your head, not moving until you huffed and took his entire cock into your mouth, not breaking eye contact. His eyes shut tightly and his hand tightened in your hair, yanking at the roots. Moaning around his cock he pulled tighter and you whimpered, your pussy throbbing between your legs. Later your head would be sore from where he was pulling at your hair but right now it was only egging you on more. 

He was desperately trying to be quiet as you sucked his cock, his eyes were tightly closed and he was biting his lip. Your eyes watered when he suddenly thrust his hips up, sending his cock further down your throat causing to you gag. Bertholdt’s eyes snapped open, ready to apologize but when his eyes caught yours and you nodded he did it again. Just a slight thrust of his hips that was enough to drive you crazy as you braced yourself for the motions. 

A voice made his shallow thrusts stop, “Have a good day sir!” The other people were leaving the mess hall and of course they stopped to say bye to one of their superiors. This was the Eldian mess hall after all.

After a few seconds of stuttering he finally gathered a few words.“Yeah! Yes.” By his shaking hands you’d almost say he was scared but the fact that his cock was throbbing in your mouth told you that even if he was scared, he liked it. “You two.” Bertholdt sounded breathless but you doubted that they’d pick up that anything was different. He was the last person they’d expect to be getting a blowjob in the middle of the mess hall. 

When his green eyes caught yours again you smirked when there was really only excitement in his eyes. Pulling off his cock you cleared your throat as your free hand stroked him, your spit making the slide so much easier. “Better cum before someone else needs to come in here.” Leaning down you sucked at the tip again, your tongue running over his slit. “What if Reiner or Zeke come in and se-” 

That did it. Again he was pulling at your hair, whines leaving him even through his closed mouth, the desperate biting of his lip doing little to hide the sounds as he spilled into your mouth. Your eyes never left his as you took everything, both of you staring at each other as you let him use your mouth, the shallow thrusts coming to a stop when he was finally done. 

Pulling back you made a show of swallowing, making sure he saw that you’d taken all of his cum. Wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand you slid back up to the seat next to him, showing no shame when you leaned in and kissed him, your tongue brushing against his lips for a second. “You owe me.”

[mine-curse]

I uhh... lost my shit over this so uhh... I delt with my feelings by writing fanfiction, sorta. Its mostly just a drabble and half way to just being like, a summary meta post but 🤷‍��️ Uhh also fair warning, I haven't written anything thats not a script in a while, and its been like 10 years since I really tried to write a fanfiction. Also misspelling and grammar errors incoming.

Uhh... cw for talk of death and imortality, aging and not, vague allusions to apathy towards death... nothing too serious, just like... thats what its about.

"Technoblade never dies."

The first time he heard those words were in hushed tones, rippling through a dingy tavern, flying with the rumors that the famed gladiator Technoblade would soon be visiting the local collisiem.

Ohkay, sure, what ever you say mate.

He couldn't help chuckling as he sipped his beer. He knew a thing or two about not dieing.

---

It was a blistering hot day as he settled in to a seat, high in the stands of the grand coliseum. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he'd happened to find himself staying in town a few extra days to see this supposedly invincible warrioir. The stands were packed and the excitement of the crowd was tangible.

The other combatants were introduced first. The announcer clearly saving the 'best' for last. The crowd going wild as Technoblade stepped onto the feild. He was a massive... man? Pigman? Towering over the other fighters. Wearing a thick red cloak, he must be sweltering in this heat.

The second the starting bell rang Technoblade moved, shockingly light on his feet. He dodged and countered with honed instinctual accuracy. He moved from one attack to another, one opponent to another, with frightening efficiency.

As the fight went on, the crowd became dominated by one single chant.

"Technoblade never dies!"

Somewhere, deep in Phil's mind. A tiny spark found some kindling.

is he..?

-----

Diamond blade met diamond blade as the two clashed. Blue eyes met blood red and somehow, it seemed neither could look away.

Is he?

He couldn't be.

Phil spread his wings, and, taking advantage of Technoblade's momentary shock at this revelation, broke the stalemate. leaping backwards, his opponent awkwardly lurching forward as he took to the sky. He looked down at the pigman, who was staring back up at him. Though they had broken apart, the stalemate continued. Technoblade probably could have thrown his sword and hit Philza. Philza could have drawn his bow, and taken a shot, taken out this unkillable foe. Technoblade never dies. Well, if that were true it would just be a waste of arrows to try.

-----

Its was another while before they met properly. How long, he couldn't quite be sure. But Technoblade looked no older than he had on that battle feild. So it probably hadn't been too long. Then again he wasn't exactly confident in his ability to judge how old a pigman was. This time they were on the same side. One of many two-person wrecking squads, sent behind enemy lines to do as much damage as possible.

"Bet we get way more kills than everybody else."

That was not empty confidence. "You think? There's supposed to be some strong people in this fight."

"Come on, you're Philza Minecraft, you actually know what you're doing! And I'm really good at stabbin' people."

He laughed, Phil chuckled along. "I'll just try to play support, scout and keep guys off you while you do your stabbing."

Technoblade gave a laugh, "Appriciate it," he clasped a clawed hand on Phil's shoulder, "We got this!"

--

Phil noticed, as they fought, Technoblade seemed to grow more used to having a partner. Stopped covering all sides with frenetic energy, and just let Phil cover his back, allowing him to focus on tearing through warrior after warrior. As they fought they laughed, setting off TNT, drawing opponents into traps. It was exhilarating, fighting with someone so powerful. Someone who was... like...

Me...?

-----

As time passed, Techno stayed the same, at least pysically. Same voice, same features, only more and more scars. But no matter how grievous the injuries that lead to those scars, it seemed nothing could truly harm him. He always made it out alive. The rumors and chants were true, Technoblade never dies. Together, they always made it out alive with a laugh.

He'd saved Phil's life on more than one occasion. A particularly nasty run in with a baby zombie had seemed to leave the unshakable Technoblade quite shaken. So Phil tried, tried to be a little more careful, at least for now, for Techno's sake.

-----

Philza would go off on his own for a while. Each time, dread would build for the inevitable moment he'd return and find his friend changed, grown in grey fur, developed that telltale rasp to his voice that signaled the inevitability of his mortality. Or maybe one day Phil would simply hear that he had already died, and that would be that. In some ways, he might prefer that. He wouldn't have to face... It. But Techno never changed, his voice stayed as full and booming as it ever was. He stayed as strong and graceful as the first day Phil had seen him.

Maybe it was just... less time had passed than he'd thought. His life had been a bit more eventful recently, mostly due to the time he spent with Techno. And that always had a way of slowing things down. Maybe pigmen, piglins (?) (he still wasn't sure), just aged much slower than humans. But maybe...

Is he...

Maybe it was better not to think about it too much. Yeah, better to just... enjoy his company, however long it lasted. Whether or not Technoblade would or would not never die was.. out of his hands anyways. Well, mostly. They kept fighting together, always watching each other's backs. He couldn't really say how much time had passed. He'd stopped bothering to keep track. It didn't really matter. They had somehow fallen in step with each other, and if that simply meant Phil was once again experiencing the flow of time as a mortal would, well, that was fine by him. But somewhere, deep in his mind, he had to hope, even if the fear of that hope being crushed kept him from finding the answer. Technoblade never dies. Maybe it was true. Maybe it could be...

Is he like me?

[bitchineering]

Lets go! Day 1: Let’s learn HOW the frick to study

So this I think is the most important thing to do and really it is insane that in the United States (which is where I am from by the way) students have no idea on how to freaking study. Honestly all of this gets me incredibly frustrated because with the internet we have the ability to share information and I’ll tell you that I am one of those people who have scavenged the internet and picked apart what I could find. Here’s another big problem: not everything someone does will work for you. 

Also just the spread of dumb study information is pretty terrible. If I do counter anything I will leave a paper or my citation just because I believe in putting down sources and showing others how to research and why citing is freakin important. 

Let’s get started: I’m going to summarize everything that will be in here for a second

1. Find your method of studying, find out everything. AND I MEAN EVERYTHING. You need to write down how you study (the different types of study people) but also the classes because people study sciences different than humanities. 

2. Find out your most productive state. If this means it is you at 2 am in a suit and jacket than that means you need to leave procrastination station and be studying during that time. Now I am not totally okay with people studying in a suit for one it is uncomfortable, I think a jeans and a clean tshirt is just as good. If you can be productive in sweatpants or pjs then go for it. I know I am not and it doesn’t work when I dress for relaxation.

Okay, I’ll be going into more in depth of mainly the first one but a bit of the second.

To start off the bat, if you have time watch this lecture https://youtu.be/IlU-zDU6aQ0 by Marty Lobdell. You have probably heard the saying before and one thing that makes me so frustrated within the study community is that others use this statment without giving any real examples. I feel like Lobdell does this as well as he doesn’t describe note taking and I do believe before putting down a material, you have to take notes. (All he mentions is handwriting notes and I do believe in that. You cannot really type notes and expect to learn the material). 

Another source I would suggest is the Vark Quiz (https://vark-learn.com/the-vark-questionnaire/) Learn what type you are (I’m a Kinesthetic!) and read what they give you. I’m not going to say you will perfectly match with your description but if you are starting from ground zero, this is an amazing place to see what might work for you instead of you having to come up with different technques on your own. 

I get so annoyed when people use the pomodoro method as a way to study. It is not a way to study. It is a way to schedule your study time. Also, I don’t think you can do much in 25 minutes or maybe it is just me. Usually I work for an hour or 50 minutes and then take a ten minute break. All you need to do is find out what works for you. 

Okay let’s get into classes, first there is an amazing youtuber named Nathan Wu who made this video (https://youtu.be/pdAt8JhBnMU and there is a part 2 but I’ll let you guys find it). He is a very good study youtuber that I do like to watch sometimes and I do appriciate that he is spreading correct information. I can give you guys an example of what worked for me in some of my classes (I also just wanna say I won’t be putting my grades on here nor anything really. I don’t feel comfortable being compared to others because I already have to deal with it at my own institution and peers. Please don’t compare yourself to others).

Chemistry (Wu also does include this subject in his video):

- Write notes and explanations for the love of god. Like please just write notes. 

- Also apply those notes. If you are confused in one area ask someone for help whether that be your teacher or someone else. 

-I would say to use flashcards, but I’m honestly a big quizlet user (I haven’t used Anki I’m a little weird and I get so annoyed when I use something that is popular. I sadly give off the “i’m not like other girls vibe”). When I use quizlet every time I get an answer wrong I write down the definition. I can explain this more because you can do this with notecards as well and probably Anki but I like the mobility of quizlet. 

-Labs... I do like doing some labs. I miss my older ones from Honors Chemistry, I barely do good labs in AP Chemistry, but at the same time you have to do them. This could be for any science class because knowing how to apply your information is the best way to test your knowledge that isn’t practice questions (If you need labs look up a virtual simulation. While it isn’t the same thing they are usually free and if not you can find some on youtube).

- Practice problems (this more or less goes with your grading point instead of studying. While I do believe the overall goal in studying is that you understand and can apply the topic tests are so different in many things). As stated before I have taken Honors Chemistry, so I used test prep from my teacher and was able to form questions similar to how she asked them on the quiz. In AP Chemistry I’ve been able to use the online resources from other teachers and AP Classroom. I will say AP Chemistry it is much harder to write my own questions because AP Chemistry is just really hard in general, but finding FRQ practices I believe is one of the best ways you can work on it (Honestly it may be just me but doing FRQs or written essays for answers is so much better than multiple choice because this allows you to practice giving explanations and learning where your gap of knowledge is).

Another study technique I like to do is called the Feynmann technique. This is such a great way to apply knowledge without doing test prep because you need to essentially master your subject before test prep. This method includes creating a study plan for someone else, you need to teach someone else (or something else) what you’re learning and have them ask questions. Know I know this doesn’t really work well for some people including myself because I don’t really have others to talk to when I study but talk to yourself. (sometimes I talk to a ghost or a plushie in my room. I have little trinkets on my desk of which a tiger egg and a Chick Fil A cow plushie wearing a sunflower dress. Just try it, it might seem weird but you got to). If you can’t have others ask you questions say everything you can remember (and maybe do this on a google doc with the voice chat box open, I would say record yourself but I hate hearing my own recordings). Then, once you have finished look through your notes and see what you got correct and what you got wrong. If you did use a google docs then write what you meant to say like: “I said this... but this was incorrect because of this...”

For study schedule or something related to studying I would say watch these videos: https://youtu.be/-m2Ua5Y0mzc and https://youtu.be/OYuhkaOPKcM. Both are by youtubers who I do like to watch and follow what they do. I would say to look through Alicia’s youtube a bit more if you like electronic organization AND the true studyblr (girl can do beautiful calligraphy). I believe I align more with Keo Tsang, who studies later at night rather than earlier than the morning. Tsang does get more hours of sleep than me (haha). If you are in high school please don’t do what he does though. I try to go to bed by midnight because then I’ll get six hours of sleep, and I can sleep on the bus (it takes me an hour to get to school). I also have a free first period where I can sleep if I need to or catch up on work from last night if I didn’t do it. I do like to work when there is sunlight but also coming home from school and taking a detox or a break is so much better for my mental health. I know it will be different when in university but I’d just say this to any high school student, please do a mental detox. Don’t go on social media and scroll endlessly maybe listen to some music, read a book, take a walk/run, my sister would bake after a long stressful day and her food- while not the best- got her in a good mood. 

I think this is all I’ll write today. I still need to do so much work myself haha but I am a big procrastinator and also I did have a break down a little while ago. Just know you are worth everything and in the end, every problem is going to have some type of solution even if there is no solution. Your life doesn’t need to be answered today or tomorrow so let’s work on becoming better students one step at a time :)

[ilikekidsshows]

Do you think we're headed for a reverse love square? I'm curiuos coz while I can kinda see it happening, it doesn't aline with what I thought they were going for with the whole moving on stuff in the S3 finale? I thought they were supposed to grow past their own issues separately before they could come together for real. Or maybe it's like "you first need to learn to love both sides before you can appriciate the whole"? Any thoughts?

Outside of thinking there’s more storytelling potential in other avenues, my issue with the idea of a Reverse Love Square is that I don't personally believe that Adrien and Marinette aren't already in love with the other sides of the mask. Never mind how reversing the Love Square doesn't solve the issue of loving only one side, it reverses it, since the idea is that they'd move on from the first halves they loved to do so. Never mind that both Adrien and Marinette believe something about these potential suitors that would make it impossible to progress with the Love Square by reversing it.

1) Adrien has been personally told by Marinette repeatedly that she kinda likes him as a friend but would in no way be be interested in him romantically. He also voices a belief in 'Stormy Weather 2' that Marinette is with Luka or very much interested in him. Adrien would never pursue a girl who's actually dating someone else.

2) Marinette believes her and Cat Noir getting together would destroy the world, because Cat Blanc told her that.

It is true that Adrien and Marinette are too focused on Ladybug and Adrien respectively to consider anyone else properly. This is why the idea of "self love" is the only way for the Love Square to actually progress: Adrien and Marinette need to stop thinking about everything they feel in terms of the people they’re in love with.

Adrien is too blinded by his love for Ladybug to realize he's in love with Marinette too. And he is blinded, since the fact that he does love Marinette is clear as day to Kagami, who's been convinced since day one that Marinette is her main love rival. And, as we've seen with her succinct summation of Marinette's issue of "hesitating", Kagami sees things the other characters don't. The reason Adrien needs to move on from thinking he must love Ladybug just because he loved her first is that it blinds him to other options and limits him.

My brother and I made jokes during the liveblog about how Adrien never gives up on anyone because every other relationship he has goes back on the one he has with his father. "I can't give up on X, otherwise I'll have to give up on my father." However, considering how much Adrien's relationship with his father gets projected onto his other relationships, Adrien really does need to learn to let go of his father because he's gone beyond Adrien's reach a long time ago. However, accepting this fact would be very hard for someone who doesn't know how to let go.

Adrien's mother is dead, for all he knows, so he can let her go enough to accept Nathalie. However, letting go of Ladybug is harder because she's still there. But letting go of his pursuit of her doesn't mean losing her, since they'd still have their friendship and partnership. This relationship isn't like the one he has with his father, where accepting that Gabriel can't be reached anymore means a lack of relationship because then the burden of expressing affection would be on Gabriel, who even Adrien isn't hopeful to be able to carry that burden. The threat of getting only apathy from the people he loves if he stops hounding them for gestures of affection is a real thing that can happen to Adrien, so letting go of Ladybug means overcoming the fear that it would happen in every relationship he has.

The reasons Adrien can't move on from Ladybug with Marinette specifically have a lot to do with the reasons he has for not even considering her a romantic option that I covered earlier. However, from a storytelling perspective, Adrien getting with Marinette, while trying to get over Ladybug and trying to grow past thinking he has to be with her, could be very damaging to his growth. Once he found out Marinette was Ladybug all along, he'd go right back to thinking they were soulmates and meant to be and that he has to be with Ladybug instead of him thinking of the relationship as him being with the girl he wants to be with.

Marinette, on the other hand, needs to move on from Adrien for different reasons. Marinette's problem is a refusal to self-reflect. Marinette needs to learn to consider her own wants and needs and then make a decision based on those. This is why the idea of liking two (or more) boys at once has her stuck in such a rut; making a decision and reflecting on what that decision should be is a great challenge to her. I used to wonder what the hold up was with the Luka-Adrien conundrum, but with the theme of self love hinted on at the end of season three, it makes sense. Marinette needs to learn to love herself so that she can give herself what she wants. Marinette needs to be confident that she's a nice person who deserves nice things.

We only give ourselves what we deserve. If we don't think we deserve something we tend to self-sabotage our attempts at getting it. Marinette sabotages herself in various ways in the show when it comes to her pursuit of Adrien. She flubs her words to the degree she tells Adrien things like "You're not exactly a good friend", and her plans to win him over are so complicated Adrien could never decipher the romantic intention behind them. When you pair this with the way many characters, Marinette included, repeat how "perfect" Adrien is, it's not difficult to consider that Marinette might think she doesn’t deserve Adrien. This is why, in 'Félix', Marinette is actually afraid of every possibility for Adrien's answer to her confession "What if he tells me that he loves me? Or that he doesn't love me? Or that he likes me but not in that way?" Marinette is scared of succeeding, even if not as scared as she is of failing.

Tim Kreider once wrote: "If we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known," and Marinette seems scared of being known. She's so in love with Adrien, but she started the series incredibly scared of anyone finding out. The fear of being mocked is common in people with strong feelings about anything, and Marinette is also a former bully victim, who used to get mocked by Chloé often. However, by the time Chloé does find out about Marinette's feelings in 'Animaestro', Marinette is no longer as worried about her reaction as she is about Adrien's. And this makes sense, Marinette almost burst into tears in season one when she thought Alya had told Nino about her feelings for Adrien in ‘Animan’ but, by ‘Gigantitan’, she was ready to bring in Alix, Myléne, Rose and Juleka into the secret and she's been getting even more relaxed about letting people know.

Despite all this progress, however, Marinette still fears Adrien's reaction. She's incredibly invested in Adrien's opinion of her and that translates into a fear him and her emotions when she's around him. Marinette is basically afraid of love itself. This is why moving on to a more casual relationship with Luka, where she isn't as invested so that she can relax around Luka, would help Marinette get used to the idea of being in a relationship, of caring for someone and being cared for in such a way. She couldn't do that with Cat Noir, considering how strong their emotional bond is. Of course, the downside of this is that Luka would still keep mainly being a vehicle for Marinette’s character development, which I’m not too keen on.