#but she'll be there so its good shes seen me since i was 6 so its okay if i scream cry dance sing in front of her

[folkloregirlfriend]

anyways i'm going on saturday with my brother and then on monday with my childhood friend i have a full proof college bunk plan

[cre8inghavoc]

What are friends for?

PT. 7

Status: ongoing!!

Updates: no set date.

WC: 2734

Pairing: megumi fushiguro x FEM!reader

Genre/Warnings:[18+] Characters are aged up. This story contains toxic boyfriend, cursing, name calling, self-doubt/hate, angst, breaking up, post-breakup, alcohol, drug use, drunk moments, new friends, dating!au, college!au, no curses!au, dark humour, dark jokes. SMAU.

Recap:

Now that your ex has retrieved his belongings, you're on a tight deadline to get everything packed by the end of the day. You have to move out tonight, especially since you're starting at a new school tomorrow. Plus, moving everything out today will make it much easier to settle into your new room before school starts. And, it's a good way to pass the time until 6:40 PM tonight, when you plan to head to the park.... Tonight will be the moment of truth to see if he decides to show up. You're overwhelmed with the need to apologize for your silence all week and for turning down his invitations to hang out. And then there's the mess with your ex, which just adds to the chaos. You really want to explain to him that your ex was only there to pick up his stuff before you move, but it's hard to make him understand when you hadn't even mentioned your plans to move to begin with.

It just feels like everything is just spiralling out of control…

MEGUMIS POV:

The phone sits there, taunting me with its silent demand for attention. My fingers itch to reach for it, to answer her call, but I know I can't. It's a battle of wills, and I'm fighting against myself. If I give in, I'll only end up forgiving her too easily, forgetting all about her with her ex.

 But it's so damn hard. 

She's always on my mind, her smile a reminder of genuine warmth that lingers in my thoughts. Her eyes, deep and honest, draw me in with every glance, revealing layers of her soul I can't resist. And her scent... her perfume, it's like a gentle embrace, comforting and alluring, even when she's not around. Every moment with her is like poetry in motion, each touch, each word, sparking a fire of longing within me. She's more than just a person; she's a feeling, an intoxicating presence that I can't shake.

She's a masterpiece in every sense, utterly captivating and impossible to overlook. Despite the simmering anger within me, my deepest longing is to have her close, to revel in the comfort of her embrace. Yet, I restrain myself. I can't muster the strength to answer the phone, to engage with her messages. Not now. At Least not yet….

I glance over at my phone and catch her last message: meet her at the park at 7.

Damn, she makes it so hard to resist.

 7 PM…..

The park across from my place. She'll explain what happened. Maybe it wasn't as serious as it seemed... Maybe he just showed up? Knocking at her door, threatening her. Damn it. If that's the case, what the hell is wrong with me? How could I be so blind? What if he intended to harm her, and I just walked away, leaving her alone? Is she okay? The amount of messages she sent suggests she is, but still... How could I be so reckless? What if she got hurt? I would never forgive myself. Never.

Fuck!

I have to go…. I have to make sure she's okay, to reassure myself that my fears are unfounded. And if she needs me, I'll be there, no matter what.

I glance at the time: 6:55 PM.

God damn it... 

I won't make it back in time, at least not for another 10 minutes or so. With a heavy heart and a sense of urgency, I gather my thoughts and hit the gas, pushing the limits to get home as quickly as possible, determined to find her and ensure her safety, no matter the cost.

I'll just call her and let her know I'm on my way and that I'll be a little late. As I pick up my phone and dial her number, it goes straight to voicemail twice. Is she ignoring me? No, she wouldn't... Why would she? Maybe her phone's dead? Or maybe she turned it off? I have to get to her as fast as I can.

But as I arrive, the park is deserted, and she's nowhere to be seen. Dread washes over me, realizing I'm 15 minutes late. Did she give up on me? Did she think I wouldn't come? Panic sets in as I frantically search, hoping against hope that she's still here, waiting for me…

But she's not. She's gone. And the weight of that realization hits me like a ton of bricks.

I pick up my phone again, desperate, and dial her number once more. But it goes straight to voicemail again.

"Please, angel... pick up," I whisper into the void, my voice strained with worry.

But there's no answer. Just silence. And in that silence, my fears grow stronger, gnawing at my heart with a relentless grip.

YOUR POV

You arrived at the park five minutes early, hoping against hope that Megumi would show up on time.

6:55 PM.

Anxiety courses through your veins, the uncertainty of his reaction weighing heavily on your mind. Would he even show up? Or would he take your explanation poorly, not believing a word you'd say, and then leave you? Both outcomes are equally terrifying, but you can't shake the feeling that Megumi not showing up might be slightly worse. It would mean he wants nothing to do with you, and you wouldn't even have the chance to explain what actually happened. The guilt would eat away at you.

You've turned your phone off, ensuring that when he arrives, if he does, you won't be interrupted. Your focus would be solely on him.

7:00 PM.

You sit there, waiting, scanning the park for any sign of him. Each person who approaches, you hope it's him, but it never is. With every passing moment, your thoughts spiral further. Was he ever going to show up? Did something happen? Or does he just not want you anymore?

7:10 PM.

You give him an extra ten minutes, clinging to the hope that maybe he's running late. But as the minutes tick by, hope fades into disappointment. He's not coming. He didn't come. What's the point in waiting any longer? Even if he did show up, would you be angry? Upset? Feeling unimportant because of his lateness? Maybe he forgot or didn't see your message? You try to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it's hard. Trust is a fragile thing, especially after what you went through with your ex.

You stand from the bench, tears threatening to spill, but you hold them back as best as you can. The emotions swirl within you—sadness, disappointment, frustration. You start to walk away, making your way back home. You've already packed everything after kicking out your ex, so all that's left to do is go back. The movers said they'd be there by 8 PM to gather your things and take them to your new place.

At 9:40 PM, over an hour has passed since you finally moved into your new place. With the help of your friends, unpacking was a breeze, and it felt surprisingly good to be living with them. As you make your way to your room, you're pleasantly surprised to find it larger than expected. Thank goodness for Toge's spacious house, where even the rooms are sizable. And having your own bathroom? That's a luxury you definitely appreciate.

You take a moment to survey the space, considering how to arrange your belongings. With a generous window offering a view of the expansive backyard—complete with lush green grass, towering trees, and a sparkling pool—you decide to position your bed beside it. It's the perfect spot to gaze at your favorite view, especially with the moon casting its gentle glow outside.

Setting up your room with your friends was a joyous experience, making the whole moving process feel more fun and exciting. As you begin to organize, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment and anticipation for the adventures that await in your new home.

You call out to Maki, asking for her help in setting up your gaming equipment in the corner.

"Yep! Is your PC in this box?" she asks, pointing at the one labeled "fragile."

"Yes, ma'am!" you confirm with a smile.

Turning to Toge and Yuta, you assign them the task of mounting your TV on the wall across from your bed.

“Yes ma’am! You got it!” Toge says, in his usual playful manner, as he salutes. 

“You’re so stupid” You say while slapping your forehead. 

Laughter fills the room, easing the tension that's been weighing on you all day. You don't realize how late it's gotten until you finally check the clock: 12:12 AM.

With a mixture of relief and gratitude, you thank your friends for their help. However, beneath the surface, the lingering disappointment of Megumi's absence still weighs heavily on your mind. Though you try to push it aside, your friends can sense that something's bothering you.

"Thank you guys so much for helping me. I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time!" you apologize.

"You know you don't have to thank us... We're always going to be here for you!" Maki reassures you.

"I could've been playing Fortnite, so she does have to apologize for taking up my precious time," Toge interjects jokingly, prompting laughter from everyone.

"Sorry, Toge, didn't know Fortnite was more important," you tease back, rolling your eyes.

"Just kidding, obviously you're more important!!!" Toge replies with a smirk, in a sarcastic tone, though what he said is true... you definitely are more important.

"Wow, screw you," you playfully retort, sticking out your tongue and your middle finger as you all continue to laugh.

"How are you feeling now that you're officially moved out?" Yuta sweetly asks.

"Honestly, I feel happy and comfortable. I love being with you guys, and now that we all live together, it's going to be so fun. And I'm going to the same school as you all! Speaking of which, we should probably head to sleep... It's almost 12:30, and we have to wake up at 7 AM," you say, a hint of tiredness creeping into your tone.

"That's good, and we're happy you're with us too! Goodnight, Y/N," Yuta replies with a smile before hugging you and then heading towards the door.

"Finally, I can play Fortnite," Toge jokes before noticing you picking up a pillow.

"Y/N! I was kidding! I WAS KIDDING!" Toge exclaims, darting out of your room as you chase after him, pillow in hand.

The chase leads you both around the house. As you enter the kitchen, Toge quickly runs on one side of the counter, putting distance between you. Determined to catch him, you move to your left, but he mirrors your movements, keeping just out of reach.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Toge grins and taunts you from across the counter, knowing he's outmanoeuvred you for now. But you're not one to give up easily, and with a playful smirk, you prepare to outsmart him in this game. 

“Y/N IM SORRY! I SAID I WAS KIDDING PLEASE SPARE MY LIFE!!!! I BEGGGG” he yells out. 

“NOT UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZED AND SAY IM YOUR BEST FRIEND AND YOU LOVE ME.” you yell back teasing him. 

“NO NEVER!” he runs past you and you chase him back up the stairs but you corner him before he could get to his room.

“IM SO SORRY QUEEN Y/N MY BESTEST OF BEST FRIEND I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH!” he says in fear. 

“Love you too bestie!! goodnight!” You smile innocently and make your way to your room.

“she's fucking crazy....” he mumbled to himself as he gets back up.

“mmm? what was that?” you say turning back towards him. 

“Uhh... N-NOTHING!!! HAHA… NOTHING AT ALL” With a nervous chuckle, Toge swiftly opens the door to his room, slipping inside and securing the lock behind him.

Maki, witnessing the entire exchange, approaches you with a smile to say goodnight. But before she leaves, she asks about Megumi.

Your surprise is evident, but you can't bring yourself to lie to your best friend. 

"It's... kinda bad right now. We're not really talking," you admit.

"What? What the hell happened?" Maki responds, shocked.

"He saw my ex at my house today. He was only there to grab his stuff, but then Megumi showed up around the same time, and my ex lied to him... I didn't know he was there until it was too late," you explain with a sigh.

"Why didn't you just call him and explain?" Maki inquires.

"I tried, but he didn't answer at all. I even texted him to meet me at the park across from his house at 7 PM to explain everything, and if he didn't show up, I'd just assume he didn't want to be friends anymore or have any type of relationship."

"And...?" Maki prompts, sensing your hesitation.

"He didn't show up," you admit, feeling your heart drop.

"What the hell? Why wouldn't he show up? That guy is literally obsessed with you," Maki says, clearly bewildered.

"Stop..." you respond, feeling annoyed.

"Stop what?" Maki asks, confused.

"Stop saying shit that isn't true, you really don't need to lie about that." you say, your frustration bubbling up.

"What do you mean?! I've known Megumi since he was a kid, y/n.. He's never been like this, not once with a girl before. Every girl that's ever tried talking to him, he wouldn't even notice or care to at least. He puts no effort in at all. Why do you think when we saw him with you on the couch together, we were extremely shocked. He barely gets near a girl, so the fact that he let you lean on him AND hold your hand shows that he likes you. Like, a lot," Maki explains, her words hitting you hard.

"We're just friends... that's all. And it's normal," you respond weakly, trying to dismiss her observations.

"Maybe normal for you, but definitely not for Megumi. He barely talks to girls, let alone looks in their direction. Seriously, Y/N, you'd have to be blind or stupid to not see that he obviously has feelings for you," Maki concludes, her annoyance evident.

You fall silent, feeling conflicted by her words as she leaves you to ponder the truth of her observations.

"Goodnight, Maki," you respond, your tone tinged with a hint of annoyance. Despite her insistence, you can't shake the feeling that what she's telling you isn't entirely true, convinced that Megumi sees you only as a friend.

"Y/N—" Maki starts, but you cut her off, retreating back into your room and heading straight for bed. Without wasting a moment, Maki quickly pulls out her phone and sends a message to Nobara.

7AM

As your alarm blares, announcing the start of your first day at a new school, a rush of nerves and excitement courses through you. But, having your friends by your side brings a warm sense of familiarity that soothes the uncertainties of the day ahead.

Last night was rough. You couldn't sleep good as thoughts of Megumi consumed your mind, denying you any peace. Despite knowing it's time to move forward, his memory persists, a constant companion in your thoughts. It's tough to shake off the memory of someone who felt so right, even when things didn't quite align.

The second alarm that goes off snaps you out of your thoughts, prompting you to get moving. With a sigh, you drag yourself out of bed and start getting ready for the day.

Arriving at the school, you feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as you head to the office to pick up your schedule. Despite the last-minute transfer, you're relieved that they've welcomed you, easing some of the nerves about starting anew.

You rush up the stairs of the school, the realization that you're running late sets in. Panic starts to rise as you frantically search for your classroom, the maze-like layout of the school making it difficult to navigate.

"Where the hell is this stupid class?" you mutter under your breath, frustration mounting with each passing second.

With your mind solely focused on finding your class, you fail to notice the person standing directly in your path. Before you can react, you run right into them, the impact jolting you back to reality.

Stumbling backward, he reaches out to steady you, his hands gently settling on your waist, you look up to apologize, only to freeze in shock as you lock eyes with the person before you.

"Megumi?" you blurt out, unable to hide your surprise as you take in his familiar features and all-black attire.

His expression remains impassive at first, but as his gaze meets yours, recognition flashes in his eyes.

"Y/n…?"

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finally finished this part... took longer than expected... sorry for the long wait

i rly appreciate ur guys patience <3

this part was kindaaa boring but i promise next one will get more interesting teehee

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[viennacherries]

First of all I love your work!! I keep rereading kiss the cook. I have a request God! Gale/Tav. A spicy fic about Tav and God Gale’s first time since he’s turned into a god.

anon. anon im so sorry. this turned into angst. please forgive me <3

NSFW

read it on ao3

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Tav hasn't seen Gale since he left in search of the crown, promising to find her and bring her with him to Elysium. She'd believed him, but she thought he'd have come to her by now.

It's been 6 months. She's starting to lose faith.

She isn't completely convinced that he's going to come to the party. Withers insists he sent Gale an invite, but she's trying not to hold her breath. 'Trying' being the key-word here.

The truth is, she's desperate to see him again. She aches for him. He completes a part of her that she didn't even know was missing. He's soft and gentle with her in a way no one ever has been before, he's all light touches and tender caresses. He smells like old books and cinnamon, and he brings her more comfort than anything else could. She'll do anything for him. She just wants him back.

Withers is encouraging everyone to raise their glasses, finishing his toast, and her heart sinks at the realisation that Gale won't be turning up.

She wishes he would turn up.

Shadowheart is midway through saying something to her, clearly trying to take her mind off of him despite it being a fruitless cause, when a blinding beam of light flashes down from the sky.

It's like a bolt of lighting, the speed at which it descends, and there's a long pause where the light persists as if frozen in time, before it slowly fades away. Gale stands in its place and she runs to him, ecstatic, before her footfalls slow as she takes him in.

He did it. He found the crown. He became a God.

He looks so different. His whole body shimmers chrome, catching the light like an errant jewel in a necklace. His hair, once soft and flowing, seems sculpted to his head and body like a statue, every hint of his natural colour replaced with the same otherworldly silver as the rest of him. His eyes are glowing pits, no longer the soft warm brown she so loved looking into. They seem to create their own light, which wisps and curls around his eyebrows like ink through water. He looks glorious.

He looks new.

He spots her, smiles, and crosses the remaining distance. He stops a foot away.

"I had hoped I'd see you here." He says, and his voice. It's so different now. It echoes and reverberates as though he's stood in a vast cave, it screams of power and strength. It's his voice, still, but it doesn't sound like him anymore. There's something missing from behind his words that makes them feel slightly empty.

"I..." She feels shellshocked, "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

"Forget you? Never." His words make her heart sing, but his tone is all wrong. She knows he means it, but it just sounds so... lifeless.

He keeps talking, "I'm afraid time works quite differently in Elysium. I didn't realise how long I'd been gone, until I received Withers' summon."

All the time she spent, the months dragging on, missing and longing for him, had felt like mere moments to him. It makes her feel a little bitter, but she pushes the feeling down.

He's still talking. Something about 'the finer points of divine ascension' and how 'mortal comprehension' isn't enough to fully understand. He found the crown, he reforged it, he took control of it. The Karsite Weave has become the Galarian Weave. He commands it.

Tav swallows around the lump in her throat, "well, I'm ready to come with you."

His face twists into some sort of amusement, as if he finds her eagerness endearing. When he speaks, his tone is that of a teasing reprimand. "I see you won't be claiming the dominion of 'patience' in the heavens. All in good time, my love. For now, mortality has one more night of enjoyment in store..."

He takes her hand in his, and her skin tingles where they make contact, as though molten electricity courses through his veins. He leads her away from the party, and she hears the woops and catcalls of the rest of her friends as they fade away from view.

When he presses his lips to hers, it feels like static shock. When he runs his hands down her arms, it feels like the air right before lighting strikes. When he slowly undresses her, ready to worship her body as if she's the immortal being, not him, her skull tingles and her eyes water. It's so intense. He's barely even touched her and it's so, so intense.

He strips her slowly. Reverently. He has nothing but time. He has no need to rush, no need to worry. Everything is so different now. There's no hiding in tents trying to be private, there's no sneaking off in the night and tucking themselves back into their clothes before they get caught, there's no stolen kisses when everyone's looking away. He has eternity. They have eternity.

When she's laid on the ground, stripped bare for him, he lifts her legs over his shoulders and descends on her core with his mouth. He moves his lips like he's sending a prayer through her body, like she's the conduit to his devotion. His tongue ghosts over her nerves and she feels like a lighting rod the way his energy travels through her, as though seeking to ground itself through her fingertips as she digs them into the dirt.

And when he lays his body across hers, enters her with one smooth thrust, it's blinding pleasure. Every stroke he takes has lights blinking behind her eyes, every thrust like a jolt of power travelling up to her throat. When she finds her release it crackles through her like an exposed wire touching water, and when his follows shortly after her vision goes white with ecstasy at the feeling, as though his very essence is spreading through her marrow.

They lay together for a while, staring at the stars. He tells her of Elysium, of the endless ocean of constellations and the rivers of pure light. He speaks about his domain, how the Crown of Karus is kept safe at the centre of it, how he protects it with his immense newfound power. He waxes poetic about the shrines that have already been erected in his honour; several in Thay, and a grand temple under construction in Amn.

It dawns on her, all at once, that he hasn't asked how she's been.

She feels a pit open up in her stomach.

He tells her about the fathomless power at his disposal. He tells her about dragging the crown from the Chinonthar. He tells her about his disagreement with Mystra, when she learnt of his ascension, and his plans to challenge her further in time.

He doesn't ask about his mother. He doesn't ask about Tara. He doesn't ask about her.

It feels like she's ripping in half.

All too soon they're standing at the edge of the river.

"So, it's time for me to return to the heavens. The question is - do you wish to join me? To become a God at my side?"

Her stomach lurches.

She wants to. She wants to remain at his side, for all of eternity. She wants to go with him and build a home with him in the sky, a domain of magic of their own creation.

But she also wanted to create a home with him in Waterdeep. She wanted nights together curled up next to the fireplace, while he played piano with his magic and read arcane books to her. She wanted to sit on his balcony with him, watching the water, holding his hand in the evening breeze. She wanted the date night he promised, with his homemade hundur sauce. She wanted to meet his mother, have tea with her, call her 'mother-in-law'. She wanted to marry him.

And as she stands with him, as he is now, she takes him in. His eyes are luminous trenches, no longer a warm chocolate brown. His skin, once tanned and soft, is cold and silver. He doesn't smell of old books, or cinnamon; he smells like petrichor - like earth soaked in thunder and rain.

She stands with him, hand in hand. But he doesn't feel like home anymore. It feels like he's a million miles away. Like he's already gone back to the heavens.

"I can't"

When he leaves, she wishes she went with him. Then she wishes he'd stayed. Then she wishes he'd never found the crown.

She wishes he'd chosen her.

She sits, knees clutched to her chest, and she sobs.

A small ball of fur and feathers curls into her side. A tressym.

They mourn together.

[terraliensvent]

Things Tycho needs to implement for the mod apps:

Please hire fucking adults. Not 19 year olds, please hire some people that are over 21 and have more developed brains. Preferably 25 and up.

Heavily restrict the ability to make mod customs. I know that a LOT of people only want to be staff to be able to make customs, and this isn't a good thing to be able to do right off the bat since Tycho needs mods who want to work, not make money making designs. I think mod customs should not be allowed for at least 6 months AFTER mod trial is over. Work on the species, that's what you were hired to do, not make customs. If you want to make and sell designs, apply to be a GA, not staff.

Mod myos. There's too many mod lim myos floating around and these should not be tradeable. If mods get myos as payment every month, they should get two options. Lim myo, not tradeable. Modified myo, tradeable. They get to choose just one.

Also I think Tycho needs to go through the shambling remains of the staff and get rid of loose ends, like Kea. Kea does absolutely fucking nothing for the species except occasionally vote on staff matters and do transfers, which literally any other staff member can do. All she does is ignore trade offers for her obvious trades that totally aren't entertaining offers, which aren't even allowed btw, and she'll talk about opening up customs to get people to throw themselves at her for her art. She needs to be removed as a staff member and made a GA, since that's what she's best at. Plus she's just conveniently taking a break and ignoring all the work that needs to be done and making Tycho and the other few mods do everything themselves. If Kea can't be a functioning staff member in this moment when we really need them, why do we need her at all? Karma, too. Why are you guys taking a break and making everyone else do all the hard work so you can just come back when it's all over and reap the benefits? You guys suck. Either step up and do your job or quit.

i agree with everything you said here anon

on your first point, it def goes back to the maturity thing for me because, while previous mods and the owners are “adults,” 18 and 19 is still pretty immature (and you can really tell based off of the controversies that have happened just within a year)

on the second, i really think terras should make more use of the “official artist” role. i agree that a lot of mods seem to just sit on their ass and make customs/adopts, which, if you want to just do art then say that!! dont present it like youre gonna actually moderate if ur just pumping out adopts, thats why theres the official artist role

for the third point, i actually think tycho does have plans to mitigate the myo situation (you can see that in the conversation i had with him here), so i think theres gonna be some progress there

on your last point, i agree as well; i think kea especially is one of the people who would benefit from being an official artist instead. she has the admin role but ive literally never seen her be an administrator of anything. doing approvals is something that really anyone can do, and the main thing ive ever seen from kea is customs and adopts. i dont think ive really ever seen her answer questions or design help, and as far as events go the only one shes been visibly a part of is the birthday one that just happened (and honestly if i didnt just go and check right now i would have totally forgotten shes an ADMIN, not just a regular mod)

i think delegation of staff and staff responsibilities is a big thing that needs fixing, since its been an issue basically forever in this species. design and prompts take forever to approve, but when its ever suggested to get more mods it was always “we have enough!” yeah, you have an overabundance of mods that just wanna make fucking adopts and nothing else. just make them official artists and have the mod role for people that can actually work.

[dawnofplumeria]

I'm a bit curious about this (don't hate)

Why do you ship Kokunaki? While they don't have any interactions and moments with each other?

Even I see some of its shippers always say that it is canon but it has never been confirmed like that, which makes me somewhat displeased with the ship.

If you like it then I'm fine with that because I respect everyone's preferences

(You can scroll down all the way to the bottom for TLDR if you're short on time😉)

Sorry it took so long to answer...🙇🏻‍♀️😓

I'm glad you asked! In the past, i had a few people asking me why I ship Kokunaki, I'm happy to answer this one! This response will be a bit long since I have so much to say on Kokunaki 😊

Kokunaki is not my first rare pair, so I've been a believer that characters don't need to interact in order for the ship to be valid or good. True, we never got them to see them appear in the same scene together at all. The only time we ever got to see the two next together in any official kny media is in kimetsu gakuen chapter 20 (and they didn't even talk to each other). However, there's so much potential between them to explore in fanworks that I simply can't ignore.🤔

I'm not even sure what source these other shippers use to say that Kokunaki is canon. As far as I know, I couldn't find such source and none provided any. I'm guessing you highly prefer canon ships over fanon ones (which, is your choice and that's ok🤷‍♀️).🤔

At least you're a pretty good sport.🙂

Oh right, here's why I am obsessed with Kokunaki...😊

-I find them appealing to look at together from a visual standpoint. 6 eyes and one eye? So adorable🥰. Pretty much the first reason many people (and myself included) find themselves to ship Kokunaki💕. Also, the height difference is cute(Ik Nakime's official height is unknown, but I'd like tot hink she's 5"0 tall)☺️.

-They share similar personality traits. Both are aloof, quiet, stoic introverts who are surrounded by idiots😆. Due to both of them being the more sane or normal among the UMs, I'd like to believe they at least don't mind each other's company in canon. They'd love to talk to each other and overall spend time together. Their similar personality traits leads them to think and act similarly-so, they'll rarely fight or have major disagreements between them.

-We get to explore sides of both characters that the canon couldn't. In canon, Kokushibo does have very tiny bit of humanity left. If he doesn't have any humanity at all, he would've dispose of that flute that he managed to carry with him for 400+ years. At the very least, Kokushibo does indeed love and care for his brother the entire time (even though he won't admit it). As for Nakime, it's difficult to tell if she had any humanity at all since we the audience don't know much about her. The story has not presented us with any redeemable or sympathetic qualities for her. It could be argued that her ex-husband might've been abusive. Even then, we don't know much about her ex-husband either. What I'm trying to say is that by putting these two together in a relationship together, we can explore their human sides individually and together. Love in any way among demons is extremely rare,so imagining Naki & Koku as romantic partners can help bring out the softer, gentle nature deeply buried in them. Exploring the idea that they aren't 100% heartless monsters can do wonders to their characterization in fanon.

The potential of them as a power couple. Kokushibo has been UM1 from the start and has kept his title since. In Nakime's fight, two hashiras struggled to land a single blow on her. We haven't seen Nakime fight outside of the infinity castle, so we wouldn't know how much she'll do well outside of her domain. However, she's a powerful demon in her own right, and Kokushibo might see potential in her. Under his guidance, Nakime might still get to be powerful outside of the infity castle. With her and Kokushibo side by side in combat, they can operate as an offense and defense duality. Nakime can be the offensive force, while Kokushibo can be the defense force. Ultimately, they'll have someone to fight for😍

-Both were in unhappy marriages. Although not explicitly stated, it can be implied that both were in arranged, loveless marriages. I find it hard to believe Nakime willingly chooses to tie the knot with a gambling addict. From what we can read of her backstory from the fanbook, her ex-husband did nothing to contribute to household finances. In fact, he usually flushes Nakime's earnings down the drain-which is why the two are poor. Nowhere does the fanbook ever mention any positive memories the two have together. Given that the reason Nakime murdering her ex-husband is because he gambled away her only nice kimono, it must've been the last straw from her. Nakime pretty much had to put up a lot emotionally (and perhaps physically) to being stuck with a man who has trouble with money.

As for Kokushibo, he has a stronger case for being in an arranged, loveless marriage. He's the eldest son of his clan with a lot of expectations placed on his family. Of course, his family would set him up with a daughter from another wealthy family. Canonically, he did describe his marriage as "boring". This leads me to doubt he and his ex-wife lvoed each other at all from the beginning. Due to a lack of love or interest towards his ex-wife and kids from his memories, he most likely formed a family purely out of societal obligation (still not a free pass for him to go out and buy milk though).

During the times when Koku & Naki were humans, arranged, loveless marriages were the norm. Unfortunately for our unusual eye couple, divorce isn't an option in their human years. When the two become close and comfortable to be vulnerable to each other, they'll open up and relate to formerly being in unhappy marriages.

-The forbidden/tragic love aspect. They're not in a Romeo and Juliet type situation, but their romantic relationship can bring them a lot of risks. Like I said earlier, many demons don't even get along (mainly because Muzan makes it difficult for mutual bonds among demons to happen). Romance is highly unheard of among demon kind. Given as to their backgrounds and roles in the 12 kizuki, it's a perfect recipie for heart-wrenching angst. Due to them both most likely never having romantic feelings towards anyone before, it'll take them quite a while to realize or admit to such feelings (Kokushibo would be more stubborn and in denial in this aspect than Nakime). Kokushibo and Nakime are very lucky to be Muzan's favorites so that their relationship can be approved. Although Muzan trusts them to not backstab them, he'll secretly spy on them here and there. Since Muzan Witnessing demons being in love is a once in a blue moon phenomenon, he'll probably toy with our love birds for his own sick entertainment. One of the conditions Muzan would give them to continue being romantic partners is to always put him first before each other.

As if it wasn't enough to get Muzan' approval, Naki & Koku will have to keep their relationship behind closed doors from EVERYONE. Luckily, I don't think either of them would be into PDA. In fact, they strike me as a couple who prefer to be affectionate in secret. However, they're still gonna have to be cautious about potential spies and nosy beings. Afterall, they can' let their relationship get in the way of their duties.

-Ultimately, all they'll have is each other. One of the reasons the two will be drawn to each other is vulnerability. Think about it, Nakime is quite quiet, unsettling individual with a very strong "don't come any closer type of nature. As for Kokushibo, he's UM 1 and one of the oldest and most feared demons in existence. As much as both of them are content with their roles among the 12 Kizuki, it can get pretty lonely. Nakime does feel safe in the domain she created to her own liking, but her role as Muzan' lackey can get quite isolating and she'll be in her thoughts most of the time. As much proud Kokushibo is for being the apex predator of the demon hierarchy, he's extremely unapproachable to many.

Due to their similar personalities, they can easily listen and understand each other. When close enough, they'll even know what each other is thinking just by very subtle body movements. The start of a beautiful friendship turned romance is them realizing that they don't need to be completely alone 100% of the time.

TLDR: The reason I ship Kokunaki is because of the potential these two could have together. They are pretty similar in personality and thinking, interesting exploration for their characters and there is room for possibilities to explore demons in love. Kokunaki provides a potentially angsty slowburn fest as a result of two characters coming from troubled, broken backgrounds who are trying to navigate the unnerving world around them. I hope I answered your question successfully well🥰

👀👀👀💘👁

[mbti-enemies]

I've seen some people shipping entp x infp and that took a genuine laugh out of me

I have a group of friends composed by 6 people, 2 of them are of those types and they are really really close, been friends since they were still in nappies, but honestly I'm yet to understand how...

infp is extremely touchy, she loves hugs, kisses, hand-holding, meanwhile entp hates being touched, infp kisses her randomly (I'm guessing just for the sake of taunting) and gets slapped for it, but then whenever they're saying their goodbyes entp gives her the awkwardest hug I've ever witnessed in my life, it's comical

entp speaks as though she owns the truth, she doesn't "think something", she knows it. and... the thing is she's right most times , which annoys the shit out of infp, who's all "you can't just assume stuff all the time, specially when it's about people's feelings or identities, you're entitled to have your own opinion on matters, but not to expose them however and whenever you want, that's disrespectful" and entp goes "I'm right, and I'll absolutely rub it in once it gets confirmed", and in the few occasions she's actually wrong, she just... I don't even know, she says a bunch of senseless stuff to try to convince you that she wasn't all that wrong, and she'll twist everything that comes out of infp's mouth simply to stress her out, and it always works, I don't know anyone who can get infp as worked up as entp does, it's chaotic

infp cries easily, be it of joy, sadness, anger, gratitude, she just cries whenever she feels like it, entp doesn't know how to deal with people crying at all, she always starts with some random shit to try to help without having to approach an actual conversation on the matter, she's all about "ignore your feelings until they go away" and infp is more of a "let it out so you can move on", but infp doesn't like to make people uncomfortable or concerned, so she usually isolates herself when she's not doing well, entp goes out and party. tell me about unhealthy coping mechanisms

entp is (I don't know if this is unusual for the types) very non confrontational, she just uncomfortably laughs things off, infp almost never stands up for herself, but when it comes to other people she becomes a whole personal lawyer, so she defends entp a lot, which is confusing because I swear to god she's the one fighting entp the most lol

I could give so many of other examples as to why I find entp x infp such an odd pairing, and I know that any type could go well with any type, that doesn't really define a relationship

and, I mean, these friends of mine do get along in their own way, they laugh a lot together, they fuck around and go along with each other's stupid ass ideas, they share interests and stuff, they always do almost everything together, they seriously sit across from each other to keep talking when one of them is using the bathroom, which... jesus christ. they advice each other and talk about everything (even though they never follow each other's advices) but mostly????? no, it's not very healthy in my point of view, they're too different to work out

 seriously, if anyone thinks this pairing is a good one, explain to me like I'm 5 because I legit don't see it

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this is. SUCH A GOOD STORY....

but ngl i do love these dynamics of these friends you told us about like its actually brilliant im dying i kinda love it

i haven't really thought too much about this but i do still feel like this pairing could work out yk? quite chaotic one lol but yeah... because i guess i feel like even though an entp would always annoy the hell out of an infp they'd like deep down respect infp's boundaires maybe with the inferior Fe function (that values other's feelings (e.g non conforntational) and deep down wants the validation that infp can give) . like at the end of the day they'd really care baout infp and i think that would turn the tables - like with the awkward hug yk that im sure means something for infp. and like yeah other way round as well because as you said like infp doesn't usually stand up for herself but can really stand up for entp and at the end of the day so long as that dominant Fi (function that focuses on [own] feelings and values) values entp a lot a lot - i think they'll be set.

@audience feel free to pitch in :)

[flowerfeast444]

you were a house on fire || h.s. {pt 6}

harry styles x oc

chapter summary: roe and harry open up more. part of roe reminds harry of his old life

word count: 2.9k

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"So if I remember to carry the one, it's four hundred-sixty-five?" Demi mumbled, her chin perched on top of her hand as she slouched over the table. A few curly bangs fell in front of her face, dusting her cheekbones. She needed a haircut soon, Roe decided.

"I think you're close?"

Roe leaned closer towards Demi's problem set to read her work, attempting to find the issue. Demi rolled her eyes, dropped her pencil on the kitchen table, and threw herself back in the creaky wooden chair. Neither of them excelled in math, making afternoons like these a throbbing pain in the ass; but Roe would sacrifice anything for the kids, even if it meant suffering through a migraine and an argument to get them to complete their homework. They may not appreciate it now, but Roe would see them to their graduation day- that's a promise.

"This is impossible."

"Don't say that," Roe berated.

The next hour ensued similarly to how it began, and neither of them saw much hope for improvement. It was only when Roe got distracted with the sound of her text tone going off that Demi fully exploded.

"You're not even being helpful! This sucks, I'm going to my room. Don't come after me."

Roe threw up her hands in defeat and allowed her sister to stomp up the stairs. Perhaps next time she'll recruit Aaron to help tutor math, he's sure to pass at the top of his class. When she finally heard a door slam, she unlocked her phone to read the offending notification.

"I'm sorry again about the other night."

Harry.

Roe rubbed her eyes until she saw flashes of color. It's not that she's angry about that night because she's not. She has always kept her expectations low, it's necessary, especially when dealing with men that clearly have some underlying issues they needed to deal with. But she's not a psychiatrist. Really, it was a matter of time before he said something of that manner; he stood out like a silver spoon in a case of rusty cutlery. She wasn't angry with him. She should have expected his arrogance, and therefore any negative feelings are inevitably her fault for not preparing herself more.

Roe pulled up the message thread between her and Harry and sent, "its fine".

"Are you sure?" his reply came immediately, followed by, "Can we talk?"

A few hours later, Roe opened the front door for Harry. She had just coaxed River to lay down without crying, and she had scarcely seen the twins since dinner. As the clock ticked nearer to eleven, Roe accepted her siblings' contentment in hiding away in their bedrooms. As per usual on Wednesday nights, the oldest two brothers were still at work

"Thanks for letting me come over," he said.

Roe nodded her head once and smiled, unable to think of an appropriate response. She knew his intentions were good-willed based on the minimal texts they exchanged, but the anxiety that came with knowing he would be seeing her house for the first time nearly caused her to refuse to see him altogether. She barely had time to clean anywhere before he arrived, and she couldn't help but obsess over the toys strewn about, the yellowing smoke-stained walls, and mismatched furniture- or lack thereof. It was ridiculous, she contended. She likely couldn't fix any of those things in a day, anyway. But compared to Harry's sleek apartment, the Byrnes were flat broke.

He followed her to the plaid couch and they sat, a pressing distance separating them as Roe's eyes trained on a stain on the cushion between them. It was only the size of a quarter, likely a drop of ketchup or baby food, but it stuck out against the loud print of the couch as if it were screaming to be attended to. Maybe she'll clean it tomorrow.

"I want you to know I'm not the kind of person who does stuff like this." he gestured between them, "I don't know, I guess I just kind of panicked when I said I'd pay you-"

"It's fine, really. We fucked, you were a dick. I can move on. I have moved on. I don't know how many times I have to say it, Harry," her voice softened, despite its unwavering tone.

"Okay, " he nodded, "we can move on, then." Roe followed his gaze to River's Hot Wheels scattered beside the other chair across the room, "I hope I'm not intruding on your night or anything."

"No, I put him to bed a little bit ago. And we already finished dinner and everything, so." She nodded.

"Sounds lovely," he cleared his throat and smiled. "Do anything else interesting today?"

He came all this way to clear the air when in reality, there was nothing more for him to say. He felt it would have been rude for him to get up and leave after only sitting on her couch for a mere three minutes- if anything it would have been a simple waste of both of their times. Knowing the kids were home gave him a slight quiver to his voice, knowing their conversation could be impeded. He pushed that thought down, carrying on the conversation as if she were any other girl and this was any regular night.

"I was just helping Demi- you remember my sister you met at the shop? with her homework when you texted earlier, but it went as well as you could have expected."

"I doubt it; you're smart, I bet you were better than her teacher." Casual flirting. Normal.

"I wouldn't put money on that, I didn't even finish high school."

"Really? Why not? I mean, you don't have to tell me. I get it. I didn't finish school either. Shit happens." Harry leaned back into the cushions of the couch and crossed his arms.

"You didn't finish?"

"No. I went straight into One Direction after I turned sixteen. Who needs a diploma when you've got stardom, right?" Roe mimicked his smile, but soon after, they were both met with a tight silence. So much for normal conversation, he supposed.

"River was born the summer before my senior year," Roe blurted, "and the twins were still in elementary school then, the boys not much older. Long story short, my parents are shitty, and my sister and I dropped out to pick up some of their slack."

"Demi?" He furrowed his brow and tilted his head back.

"No. I have a twin, too. Fae," she strained.

"Oh, does she live nearby? I don't think I've met her yet."

"No. She's not around much anymore."

The stillness returned, and it brought an itch down to Roe's bones. In a house with so many kids, she usually got on her knees and rejoiced when no one was yelling at each other, crying, or cranking the volume on a boombox. Tonight, however, she prayed for any sound other than her heartbeat ringing in her ears.

When she finally couldn't take it anymore, she stood abruptly from the couch and faced Harry, "Wanna smoke?" she asked.

Harry shrugged and nodded, standing to follow her. While she didn't exactly anticipate this happening, she luckily tidied up her bedroom this morning after River spilled his juice on her sheets. And by 'tidied up', she simply changed the sheets, shoved loose items of clothing into an empty dresser drawer, and relocated River's toys to the closet in the living room. The closet was stuffed to begin with, and she empathized with whoever is next to open it.

Together, they gently ascended the stairs towards the door at the end of the hall; a Rocky Horror Picture Show poster peeling off the center. Roe shut the door behind him and moved swiftly towards her dresser. Harry stood near the end of her full-sized bed picking at a scab on his right thumb, unsure of what to do with himself, while she jostled some unfolded shirts around until she found the jar she was looking for. She triumphantly raised it in the air before settling on the bed, eliciting a chuckle out of Harry for the first time that night. She grabbed a green pipe out of her nightstand and only spared a single glance at the man beside her before crumbling the dried bud into its bowl.

The first time Harry smoked was at his friend's birthday party. They barely passed the halfway mark of year eleven, and he still had high hopes of attending college to study something worthwhile, like environmental science. He didn't mean what he said to Roe earlier about graduating; he had thought about getting his diploma often, and he took his studies seriously. There were weekends, however, that he set his books aside and let himself fall into the stereotypes about kids his age. He never found out where they got it from, but Alex brought a few grams of weed and a bong to James' party, and, Jesus, it was a party to remember. Despite embarrassing himself by coughing immediately after inhaling the bud, his first kiss happened later that night.

He never intended on making this smoking thing a habit. In fact, he didn't smoke the entire time he was on XFactor or the first three years of the band. He hadn't been attached to the substance as Alex had (and definitely still was), but that doesn't mean he didn't crave its warmth and ability to slow every emotion. Perhaps he felt the need to prove something about 'teenage popstars'- something a few of his bandmates regarded lightly- or he simply wanted to avoid disappointing his mother. It didn't matter much. Either way, as the band began slipping into disarray, so did his conscience.

At that point, Harry stopped looking at his calendar to follow the days of the month or the week; enough people on the team and in management steered him to his next destination and never allowed him to wander too far. And there were simply too many days until their next break to be able to keep a countdown, so what was the point? Niall told him this was a depressing sentiment. He held it anyway.

So, that May (he was fairly certain they entered May by then), he finished recording his parts of the new album for the day and was sent to find Zayn for his recordings. He jabbed the call button for the hotel elevator and combed through his hair with his fingers as he waited impatiently. The closer he got to his and Louis' hotel room, the smell emanating from it confirmed that Zayn was there.

"Shut up, you wanker," Zayn laughed, Louis just shaking his head. The two of them sat perched on the windowsill, a few feet and an ashtray between them. Harry cleared his throat. "Oh, hey, Harry. Uh, what's up?"

Harry repeated their manager's message for Zayn, but he only nodded in response. Louis shot Zayn a look before taking a drag of the short blunt between his fingertips. Harry still stood in the middle of the hotel room, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right, then back to his left. So, this is how it would be.

"Well, you want a hit, or?" Zayn trailed off. Harry watched Louis comb through his fringe and wished he would just look at him.

"I'm good, thanks."

///

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I asked if you want the first hit," Roe laughed.

Harry shook the memory away and finally sat on the bed beside her. They took turns drawing the smoke into their lungs, holding for a few seconds, then releasing. He secretly held a theory that half of the anxiety-reducing properties of smoking was simply the practiced breathing. He tried to keep that in mind when craving anything more.

By the time Roe sat up to refill the bowl for another round, Harry realized he had slouched far down the wall and, oddly enough, neither of them had spoken since they first entered her room. Harry pushed himself higher. His back ached slightly, and though years of neglect were surely to blame, he suddenly held the single flat pillow behind him accountable. Roe seemed oblivious to this agitation.

"So, you have a lot of siblings," Harry said after Roe lit the fresh bowl. She didn't know whether he meant this as a question or a statement but nodded her head nonetheless.

"Oldest of six- seven if you count Fae. Most of us don't though. So, oldest of six."

"I just have one sister. She's older."

Roe hums a note of interest but doesn't prompt him any further so they fall back into quietness. If he weren't so high, Harry surely would be ticking with restlessness. Though he longed for the ease that accompanied close relationships, Roe was essentially still a stranger. Sure, they spent several hours together at Keystone or the diner, but Harry can't recall any substantial conversations. Anything he revealed about himself was surely a click away on Google, and half of the time, Roe shrouded herself in ambiguity or changed topics on the fly. Honestly, it scared him a little. He recognized that if this were to be any type of relationship that went somewhere, there would have to be some give and take. Vulnerability. That is if Roe actually wanted this to go anywhere. If not, Harry supposed he could feel content where they were.

A soft knock on Roe's bedroom door jolted Harry out of his haze. The door creaked open, but Roe seemed unconcerned as she took another hit- the bowl almost entirely ash by now. With the light in the hallway off and a single lamp to illuminate Roe's room, an odd shadow cast across the face of the man in the doorway. Still, Harry recognized him. He had been there at the diner to pick up the toddler that Roe came in with. Their connection bemused him, but he figured it wasn't his place to dig further.

"Why are you smoking that shit in here?" Lucas eyed Harry up and down but restrained himself from making any extra comments.

"Kids are asleep, window's open." She lazily pointed towards the hallway, then behind her towards the window.

"Next time consider the backyard?" He turned to close the door, "Or just trashing the habit altogether," he muttered.

///

A tiny elbow to the stomach jolted Roe from her sleep. As she blinked away the morning's blurriness, River giggled as he crawled around her with his stuffed pig tucked under his left arm. After a few moments, he settled down and sat on the tops of her stomach.

"Good morning, Jellybean. Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes! No scary pictures." He promptly put his thumb in his mouth.

"That's great! Can you go downstairs and wait for me? I'll get you juice and breakfast in a minute, okay?" Roe kissed his cheek and helped him slide back down onto the floor. Roe and Harry eyed each other shyly. She shook her head and he let out a laugh as they heard River's small feet pitter-patter through the still house. Roe covered her face with her hands and explained, "He's an early riser. The rest of the kids don't wake up for another hour."

Harry shifted onto his back but kept his smile present. He thought of his plans for the day and how they really amounted to nothing. At least, they were so simple compared to Roe's. She had a routine, people that relied on her. The only things on Harry's to-do list consisted of a load of laundry and perhaps going through his voicemails. They had truly stacked up the last few weeks.

"I don't mean to pry, but can I ask you something?" Roe nodded in encouragement, so he continued, "I saw you with him- River, that morning at the diner when he was sick. Just the way you were holding him, and, I don't know. Are you," his voice trailed off, "Is he-" He felt his cheeks darken, and sunk further into the mattress in attempts to conceal it. "You know, never mind, I-"

"He calls me mom sometimes," she laughed.

"Oh."

"If you're asking whether or not I carried him for nine months before pushing him out, that would be a no. But, if you're asking if I'm his mother," she paused and shrugged.

"I suppose I should get going then, especially before the others wake. You must have a busy day, " Harry said, "And, I'm not sure how much I want this," he lifted a hand to gesture between them, "to be public knowledge. Not that I don't trust your family, just- " he shrugged, attempting to find the right words to say so early in the morning.

"No, I get it. They can be nosy little bitches, " she crinkled her nose. "Plus, I just got out of a messy relationship, or maybe I'm still getting out of it, I don't even know, and it could be good to just be, " she let out a big sigh as she rubbed her shoulder, "casual?"

"Casual." Harry nodded.

[cyberr3x]

Week one~girl, so confusing

I started college for the first time this week to mixed emotion, its been very exciting getting to finally be out on my own, but I've been struggling to make friends. I've made like 6 friends and 15 acquaintances ( just people I wave to or say hi to when I pass them) So in a way, I'm kind of lying right now.// I've started to get into a routine where I set an alarm at 6.45 and do 5-minute intervals until 7.05 to try and wake myself up. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but I kind of have to lock in since I have 4 8am classes. My classes are good, but my professor for writing is kind of confusing like she's not the clearest on instruction with some things being put for one deadline, but she'll write in the description another time. My other teacher just talks slow!! His words are separated like a person who has nothing left to say, but still wants to keep the conversation going, not trying to judge just an insight and me wondering how the semester is going to go.// Next subject, guys, omg my anxiety literally killed my libido for half the week. But once I started feeling better oml, I was in for a surprise. I had 3 guys on my mind, (Using fictional names for all of them) Mr. Potter, Mr.Utica, and Mr. Joey. Mr. Potter is just someone I saw checking me out in the hall and smiling so if I see him again, I might get his insta. Mr.Utica is the hottest guy I've ever seen irl, the problem is he's doing a semester abroad in the spring, so I'll have to either try and wrap him around my finger or get over him. I would say he doesn't know I exist, but I joined one or two clubs he's apart of. I tried for an acapella group too, but Ive never done choir (just some theatre, but I'm just not well trained.) While I didn't make the group I still got him to notice me since all of the members including him were there to judge me. My song was good, my range was good, but my harmonies and pitch were eh and I tried sight read, but I just don't know how to. While that was a bust, I still made somewhat of an impression on both the group and him. I took some books on how to read music from the library and I'm still in the choir part, so baby steps tbh. Lastly, Mr. Joey gives off bisexual vibes, but every time I hear about him, it's that he always has girls in his room and I don't want my first time to be with Mr. Chlymidia or Gonorrhoea.// I'll write more if I think of anything else, but I'm signing off here

See you soon,

CyberR3X

Edit: Saw a typo

[ladyscroogeblr]

My family is more of a mess!

Yesterday I went to a surprise birthday party for one of my nephews wives. My nephew's wife turned 40 and she had no clue about the party! She was very surprised! All had a good time until I found out I never received two text messages about my family! My nephew, who's wife turned 40, had texted me his step father died on September 15th! I knew he was not in good health and my sister was basically his nurse for the last few years. My sister had no life and her marriage was not good My brother in law was a asshole! He treated my sister badly. She couldn't do a lot with her side of family. Mainly with her kids and grandkids. My brother in law hated my older brother and wife! He had nothing good to say to my brother! I had no problem with him but I blocked him on Facebook when he bashed the LGTQ+ community on Facebook with a very disgusting, vial, disturbing post! When I heard he died I wss shocked! Funeral is tomorrow! My brothers won't be there. I don't plan on going. I'm sure my sisters sons will be there. My sister showed up yesterday. Her son, who's wife had the party, had been invited by him. I had not seen my sister in like 8 yrs! We hardly talked and I have no idea what shell do next. I've heard she will be selling her house and moving. I also heard she will be asked to come live with her youngest son! That one I doubt! Her daughter in law will not let that happen! Knowing my sister she doesn't like being without a man for very long. I see a new boyfriend in the next six months! I saw my older brother and found out tried to leave a text message for me that he saw our younger brother and his youngest son, and his family! I really thought with my nephew, who lives in Virginia, would want to visit me when he came home to visit! Not! Reason is my little brother makes the rules who they can see and who he wants to see! I believe the only way I'll see my nephew and my 3 great nephews is if I ever go to visit them to in Virginia! I was so pissed off! I am still confused how my older brother was able to see little brother! Little brother is kissed at him and I forget why! Last time I saw my little brother he over heard me being shocked and weirded out with my niece, my little brothers daughter, and weirded out by all the tattoos my niece has! Since I last saw her, like 6 yrs ago, she found a boyfriend through Facebook, moved to Canada, got a ton more tattoos and got engaged! She also been dying her hair black and wears only black clothes and make-up! She 32 and been doing this since high school! She freaks me out! I keep hoping she'll out grow the goth look! I never was close to her and we have no communication! He dad, my brother, is 59. He has sleep apnea and using a sleep apnea machine never worked for him. I thought doctors would of done that Insight or whatever its called for sleep apnea implant! No! Thanks to the sleep apnea my brother has EFB and congenital heart disease! He's put on weight and looks awful! Have no idea if still works! Been a foundry worker for over 30 yrs! He has been a scape metal and fixing up lawn mowers! He has been buying old pianos, treating then apart. Recycling the metal and his neighbor burns the wood in his fire pit. The lawn mowers. Big deal! My boss does this with riding lawn mowers and is into me then my bother is, right now! My brother is acting immature and I am not going to try and fix this! He needs, too!!!! My family has never been close and now it's a disaster!!!!! Not happy at all!

[superconductivebean]

#244: the rest of the asks

IT WAS FUN IM GOING FOR THE REST

MC IM SORRY I RUINED YOUR LIFE; her looks

2. Were they a hatstall or easily sorted?

Wright knew that being sorted in any of the Houses wouldn't affect her life tremendously but still dared to puzzle him with a brief reflection on her preconceptions and the past; she believed the hat didn't need certain events to be heard by the whole school neither seen articulated.

It took him seconds to announce she belonged in Ravenclaw. But later he'll say, she'd do well in Gryffindor and that that she was a Ravenclaw he sensed, when she challenged him out of sheer, glaring curiosity. She was willing to riddle this new and fascinating world with questions thus there she belongs. Ravenclaw.

3. Where is your MC from? (England, Scotland, Ireland, France, etc. The more specifics, the better!)

She was born on a trading ship near the coastline of the eastern England; the ship sailed from Faroe Islands and was heading east, to the Netherlands.

Before her father died, Wright had an amazing life and saw some parts of the world, although, it wasn't an easy life and her well-being she owes to her mother of wizarding descent.

4. Favorite classes at Hogwarts? Do they excel in these subjects?

Her mother's potions and magic saved them all more than anyone from the crew cared to remember. She'd never been caught on act as no one couldn't really tell was the wind casted or occurred naturally in a middle of steel-black restless ocean. Not even Wright knew.

The difference between her mother's cure-all potions and those from muggle apothecaries made her suspicious of any effectiveness of any medicine whatsoever. What if it was her vivid imagination that made her believe mother's vial did the trick in seconds, might've been hours, the injury wasn't easy to treat.

tldr; Fig had fun times convincing Wright she wouldn't fall dead pale on her bed from a pepperup for her cold.

Ever since, she's cordial about Potions. Transfiguration isn't easy but a true magic this subject is to her, she study it hard and excels. BEASTS. The blorbo subject.

5. Least favorite classes? Are they bad in these areas of magic or do they just not like the subject?

Divination soon became the class Wright wished to switch for Ancient Runes or Arithmancy. She was no Seer; her spreads and attempts at foreseeing only ever led to reflecting upon whoever the spread was for.

She'll turn it into a little business later.

6. Favorite and least favorite professor.

Sharp, for many reasons.

Binns, for one. History supposed to be fascinating and engaging!

8. Quidditch role and/or favorite broom.

No way Wright could escape Kogawa or Imelda after succeeding at every flying trials, she is dragged in to the team and accepted the Seeker position.

She isn't as competitive as Imelda but, with Ashwinders gradually decreasing in numbers in the area during her sixth and seventh years, with trade coming along nicely, Quidditch became a fun pastime and a hobby.

11. Describe their perfect Room of Requirement.

She'd like to have sun always at dusk; shadow is a perfect zoning tool.

14. What is their favorite book, magical or muggle-written?

Her favourite storybook isn't even a proper book but a story indeed, The Diary of Samuel Pepys

15. What are their feelings/experience with muggles? Do they enjoy muggle entertainment? If so, what?

Overtime she'd question were the people she was growing up with really muggles but she'd enjoy a good muggle pub and a shanty; she'd been at the lowest of the low, too, she knows how terrible it can be. She's never here to judge those who is entrapped or left disfigured or poor, she is willing to help however she can.

In that regard, -- the man-made circle of ever-repeating cruelty, -- wizarding world isn't any different from its muggle counterpart for Wright.

17. Tell me about your MC's family. Do they have parents? Siblings? Cousins? What's their relationship with them like?

Her father was a sailor and used to enjoy tea races until steamers rendered clippers obsolete. Her mother, a Durmstrang graduate, was expected to either join and assist her brother during his travels -- they were cordial, mind you, -- or apply for the Dutch Ministry for Magic. But she chose her jolly sailor bold and trusted her life to the sea, its mysteries and critters; creatures of lakes and rivers were of her interest as well. She'd loved to visit Scotland for its magnificent kelpies and possibly get one for herself.

It was prohibited to show magic to non-magic folk; Mr Wright never minded and pretended to be a squib, if that'll ensure their safety, and Vivienne hid her abilities remarkably well from the wrong eyes; she thought she did.

Wright lost her father at the age of 7 to a wild kelpie ride. At the age of 12, her mother withered away from an illness none of her potions could cure and muggle medicine only worsen her condition; she was also fading from grief and strange inability to 'escape something'.

Wright misses both of them terribly; she didn't know that ride and that illness were direct consequences of Rookwood's gang activity on the continent; in short, they could've returned only if they'd been incredibility lucky. Vivienne lost any hope for herself but wished for Julia to be enlisted in Hogwarts when turned 11, at least one of them would be truly safe.

The letter never came. Wasn't Wright's fault but. It'll break her heart years later after she learned that that little add of sorrow -- "to never see her beloved girl casting her first spell…" -- finally took her mother's life, before she could reveal they had relatives outside of the Isles; before she knew what magic Julia wielded and who she took for friends; the gang didn't need muggles or squibs within their ranks. She might've been safe away from the Isles.

Speaking of which. Wright's uncle still viciously fights off the thugs; he is quite famous for his wrath and 'methods' (what Wright calls 'set ablaze', her uncle turns into the ring of Hell and proclaims himself its ringleader). Her grandparents are alive, and there are many people who knew both of her parents well to call themselves her godparents.

Eventually they'd have a warm family reunion, feelz and all, but, Wright never knew the man and all these people altogether, -- and! the both sides assumed the worst became of each other after Vivienne disappeared -- she'll choose to stay on the Isles. Her new family are all here. And, for some other reasons.

18. On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Rolls of parchment, a notebook or two, case for charcoal, ink and quills, a pocket watch. Perhaps a book. Later, a porte-cigare and a small flask of firewhiskey or brandy, a brew for bravery. Sharp doesn't approve of this.

19. Has your character ever been attacked by a magical beast/animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

Wright isn't afraid of pulled hair and lacerations. She can mind burns and bites, nasty or not. If that's temper, she'll unleash her's, she'd been practising her own Basilisk stare for a reason, don't be stubborn little one, I'm not Professor Sharp, I'm far worse.

Sometimes, though, beasts aren't needy, stubborn, or playfully temper. They're traumatised, in fear, or disdainful. By the late February, Wright's left arm largely recovered from an Expulso blast she'd been suffering from September only to… has her shoulder crushed and dislocated by an especially angry granian she'd rescued from poachers who'd stolen it from Normandy to sell to someone in the area.

20. Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up? (Also, what is that status? Well off and respected like the Malfoys, or perhaps less fortunate and looked down upon like the Weasleys?)

LARGELY. Before Hogwarts, the girl could only dream of owning anything (meaning, a store, a home of her own) and be someone as reliable, if not integral, to the local community; her hectic past, blood status, Wright doesn't really care if anyone looks down upon her for a minute details. She has her way out of these conversations. ("So different people can be different in more ways than one and still be people. Groundbreaking.")

21. In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

When Victor called her that dutch hoer, with a terrible accent, mocking her; he'd say many terrible things that night and she'd leash out with many equally terrible spells.

22. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

The end of her fifth year. Hogsmeade station. Wright hears a familiar limp, along with cane clicks against pavement.

She asked Sharp, why he'd come here, it's still a little early for the boarding. Word for word, they'd briefly discuss they'll have to meet in two weeks, preferably in London, -- but if only Mrs Sweeting research allows it, otherwise, until then, in Bristol, -- to visit the Bank and have a short trip to the Ministry for the minor inquiry, both requiring a guardian's presence, of course. Wright then said, he could've dropped the attitude.

They both still needed some time to get used to each other; Wright barely remembered what was it like to have a father or a figure for one, and Sharp never had his chance on how to parent properly.

Wright was not an easy case, in that regard. By the age of 16, she stopped drinking heavily, settled down with her life, and was on to her way to the new and exciting hobbies, such as gardening and broom flying, and had a few career paths that could perfectly coexist. Sharp has… conflicted feelings… about her serenity… he dares not mention because he isn't supposed to be a bigger idiot envying a student; all feelings platonic, of course. But Wright needs that idiot in life to know how not to be, and besides, wasn't that him who were always insisting on choosing one's path, and ranted on the importance of self-made imagery. Flaws aren't flaws, these are sides of a coin; chop it any way you like, you'll end up with only more sides.

He is the bigger idiot but that's the point. Wright can learn from it; mutual embarrassment at each other's past, present and future mistakes, however minute, is a vital part of any friendship, of any mentor-protege, of any family.

They'd talk for a little longer until it's time for Wright to depart for the summer. She is happy to spend it with Poppy, but she already misses everyone and the castle; later, she'll remember, and it'll strike her, that when she was looking back from the train window until the Express took a turn under Aranshire, Sharp stood at the very edge fo the train platform and watched.

23. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

She doesn't remember but stuffed kneazles have a spot in her heart.

24. How quick is your character to trust someone else?

With Wright, it is usually people need her to trust them, but in an opposite scenario, she'll quickly evaluate if she is ready to entrust someone with something, and in what details. She is a trader, she could use any social contact she'd ever have.

26. In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Always willing to learn from her and other's mistakes and meet one's expectation for her to improve; she's also resentful of her remaining ignorance, whatever that is, she'd like for it to become a strong-worded opinion.

27. How does your character behave around people they like?

She becomes a little snarky. Grim jokes as a coping mechanism; allows the mood to switch all the time. Gets everything out of her system, even when half-asleep near the fireplace. She is at her utmost delicate and often lost in feelings of something.

28. How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Unflinchingly polite.

29. Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

If there is no threat present anymore, oneself can be safely removed then? Wright does exactly that, besides, new opportunities to learn something!

30. What does your MC see in the Mirror of Erised?

Black humps of the snow-sprinkled Norwegian sea. Her mother, prancing on the deck, dancing with her father under auroras, awaken by her wide smile.

Fig, proud of her OWLs and everything she'd accomplished. Miriam standing right beside him, happy to finally meet, this time, in a quiet and tidy place.

Sharp's stuffing away the parchment he'd barely fell asleep on, frowns and tired but eager to listen to yet another escapade retell being, "Sir, not even I dare to stay up that late anymore". His firm and proud grip on her shoulder.

Then visions of people and places rapidly switched and faded until Wright saw her own sorrow but unafraid eyes. The mirror couldn't show her the desire as what she'd then seen was her inmost wish.

To live without fear tomorrow will be her very last. To know that, the magpie she is, she is not to be kicked from the nest nor shot, neither flown to death, but always welcomed to stay.

31. Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Wright is a magpie. It is not worth it without the thrill for a chase. She must earn it for to acquire knowledge of its value.

32. What would they smell in the Amortentia potion?

Brisk of the winter night. Damp wood. Hint of the mulled wine, juniper berries and wiggenweld bark. Old books and written-on parchment.

34. Which of the Deathly Hallows would they most like to own?

The Resurrection Stone only casts a shadow. Wright couldn't ask Death for more. She just wants to bid them all a proper farewell.

35. What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

Not at all. Wright enjoys her stay but if an eternity is promised alongside her loved ones, all of them eventually, she will gladly pass knowing, in the end, no one has ever left her alone.

36. What are their feelings on the Dark Arts?

These aren't just spells or just archaic magic or just anything out of the ordinary but stronger. What Wright can do to people terrifies her; the crude simplicity of the Dark Arts, its alluring depths, are the cold waters below the waterline of sanity to her. Wright will never dive in to that ocean, with or without a guide, a Polaris, anything. It doesn't leave its dweller unharmed or untouched or unscathed.

There has to be other ways.

37. Silly bonus question #1: Who does your MC fancy? 👀

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dont @ me wright has two hands for both poppy and for to remind imelda the school has more than one excellent flyer

38. Silly bonus question #2: Did you create your MC when Hogwarts Legacy came out, or did you always have them in your mind?

Her scar is a completely unnecessary addition from meself because I had funny dental adventures at around the game's release LMAO like I am for real here, she is a very self-indulged character, a lot of her traits and even background borrowed from me but a lot was also added and came to existence as I worked on her background more and on the 'friendship' > mentorship > found family dynamic between her and Sharp.

[bluebeetle]

Tho I will say for 2, I feel like that was purposeful--like the emperor is still always a bit manipulative but I really do think its supposed to reflect how the player treats it (if you treat it with distrust, itll be extra distrustful and mean); but thats not to say it implemented the best.

Also for 6, you still get Balduran and Ansur's quest even if you don't do the iron throne! You get it from other characters instead of Duke Ravengard (in my case it was the flaming fist, but if you rescue Florrick first from prison, she'll give it im told) so I do know about Balduran and then the Emperor killing Ansur. If there's any more backstory lore than that, though, other than it potentially being the reason for Stelmane's stroke, Im not sure.

That said, Im not familiar with forgotten realms lore outside of just this game so I have no strong feelings about pre-existing characters and how theyre treated, though I am familiar with fan reactions (esp Viconia and Saverok vs Minsc and Jaheira).

But yeah these are all good points, I do think there could have been more added, which is sadly common for a lot of act 3 (and that last choice with Orpheus does really feel like it was to just force a hard choice; I let princey get munched on in my durge run because I didn't use Lae'zel very much). I def agree about the hidden approval (which would fix the issue with point 2) and having a chance to force Orpheus and the Emperor to work together, even if its a hard thing to accomplish.

I do think from what I've seen for Daisy that the Emperor is far more interesting and less obviously manipulative imo, but thats subjective. The Emperor is still pretty manipulative tho even when you play trusting ahah. But at the same time you can kind of understand why the Emperor like that, since it wants freedom so badly, but also thinks its above most people.

But honestly most of the hate I've seen that I was thinking of boiled down to "mindflayers evil, so its bad" and "it lied to me and kept secrets so its evil.....and its selfish too". Even tho that also describes a lot of the cast.

Even the "it tried to force the astral tadpole on me" thing doesnt bother me too much because it does seem to legitimately think that'll help, plus as you said, I do think part of it wishes for companionship in a way. I do think the Emperors pretty morally grey and selfish and I like that, I just think it's annoying how people act like its a complete selfish monster who does evil for kicks and it makes me wonder if we played the same game.

Idk i just always thought "npc isnt nice to me so I hate them" was a bit silly of a mentality but Ive seen it often... I just think it's neat.

I do wish there were more moments to confront it though, even before the reveal I did not trust it during my first run (Durge did however, which my joking reasoning being they've got an int of 8. Manipulation right over their heads.) and there's def stuff I wish you could bring up but alas... but there's a few things like that. Like how Karlach doesn't really react to taking Gortash's deal if she's not in the party lol.

i wont say the emperor is like, nice, it can be a dick, but its actually pretty chill if ur nice to it back and trust it tbh.... i dont get why its so hated, even if it can be a huge dick lol

[ravysu]

Sannin headcanons and thoughts

The last thing I would like to post for the sannin week. It is still 24.04 here! :D @sannin-central

This is long. Spoiler alert. Mostly Orochimaru, some Tsunade, a little of Jiraiya (because his story is pretty clear and spoken and idk what I can add). Also I recommend to read this meta about Orochimaru, it has influenced me a lot and has some good points. Sorry for any posible grammar mistakes. Also I really should put here a lot of references to the manga or anime but it was something that was piling up for a year and I'm soooooooo lazy. After all, those are just headcanons. Also: Im not excusing Oro's bad stuff here, Im trying to understand the reasons.

Ive already posted some hcs, here, here and here.

1. First if all, the chronology pic of sannin lifetime based on the info i found on naruto wiki and also some statements about wars from this post. It was tough considering what a mess naruto’s chronology is.

2. Sannin story shows what it cost to be a legend. They're like Team 7 but more realistic. Tsunade literally carried the war but left with nothing and developed a ptsd and have problems to just live on. Also anger control issues. I think she can be pretty bossy and stubborn which is not always nice. Jiraiya is the hero of the day but also very idealistic and can ignore some important details in the real word whether its the fight (he always injured during flashbacks maybe because each time he took too much to handle and on the one hand it's heroistic but on the other is a mistake that can lead your team to situations like in that Iwa cave) or your friends issues (I bet he saw what's going on but thought it's fine until Oro actually got red handed and left). He lives in his world and may have problems to get out to see it through someone else's shoes. As for Orochimaru, it seems like he was a normal guy for 20+ years (I mean, he didn't do crazy criminal shit and had something good in him and it was stated somewhere that it was his teammates influence. It is obvious they considered him as a friend, I don't thinks it was for nothing) but we mostly know his darkest side. Despite being a moster he is a human that have empathy and some ordinary human traits (man just decorates every bit of an environment he is in lol).

3. Tsunade was the leader of team Hiruzen.

4. Tsunade sometimes hit Jiraiya for some stupid things he did or said but never touches Orochimaru even if he did something same. Jiraiya complained about it once and almost got another hit.

5. Jiraiya had problematic parents that didn't care about him much and a lot of time he was wandering in the streets.

6. Judging by the look of Oro bangs and hair, he sometimes cut it off. A stress relief huh? And the fact that he doesn't do it now in Boruto..

7. It was shown that Tsunade and Orochimaru was acknowledged before they become a team. Maybe they did just before, or maybe some longer time before. I prefer the second option and hc that they met because both had no real friends - Orochimaru seemed weird and scary for everyone and Tsunade was Senju so everyone wanted to hang out with her but didn't really care. They weren't seen as what they were - people put the labels on them. But they didn't care about each other's labels and actually saw each other in true lights.

8. Tsunade knew it was an accident and it's not right but still she blamed Orochimaru for Nawaki's death for some time. It was something that seriously damaged their friendship and the team. Orochimaru was mad but also guilty, after all, he was responsible at least as a shinobi since Nawaki was under his watch. So he started to act cold and emotionless and was trying to distance himself from his teammates.

9. Jiraiya was in Ame while Dan died.

10. The whole his orphans mission was a bit irresponsible tbh. They already fought Hanzo and as he stated the conflict between Konoha and Ame is going to an end with Konoha's win. It's weird to stay here for three years in the middle of the war while there were other lands to fight. He left his teammates for some idea. Maybe that caused another crack in their team friendship.

11. If Tsunade would have find a way to live on with her trauma and follow the will of fire and stuff it would affect Orochimaru as well just as her grief affected him. It's like he would get an example that you can live on with this pain. So death isn't above human capability and we are not just the slaves of mortality (sounds stupid but i dont know how else to describe sorry). But as we know what he actually saw is that it broke her crucially to the point she couldnt be herself again. And so the death is above everything.

12. Oro wasn’t just acting as a cold pragmatic bitch in that cave but also tried to save Tsunade. Jiraiya knew it and that’s why he showed this sign to him like "I see what youre doing here" and that stunned Oro because he would prefer to look rather like a cold pragmatic bitch hehe

13. Just a thought. People in the village probably treated Oro as a foreigner or just wouldnt accept him because he looked so differently and had a weird attitude. That's why he sometimes didn't feel that Konoha is his home. After the wars where people were treated as means and tools, even the children, he himself developed this view on people - he dehumanized them and used as the means to his goals, just as his village did. Funny thing some people were straightly dehumanizing him too like Ibiki thought that he was a demon (tho he was a child). And he probably weren't the only one. Anyways the point is that it's logical that Orochimaru don't care about anybody but some few people, he's the product of his era. He's like Naruto that would chose the hatred way. But naruto had some good and understanding people around him and.. Orochimaru had them too, but match how Iruka treated Naruto and this Hiruzen's "I sAw tHe mAliCe in This cHiLd fRoM tHe BegGinNinG". And oro didn't even have a big ass evil fox in him. sry i hate hiruzen

ANYWAYS the moral of the story is not "go criminal if they hurt you" but always treat people like people. Waving my hand to Kant.

14. The reason why Orochimaru didn't pick some good morals to stick with through the hard times no matter what (like, idk, Jiraiya or Naruto) is because 1) I think he is/was pretty depending on people around him 2) the war fucked him and his friends up too much (Nawaki incident + Tsunade) 3) twisted addictions (though I don't think he's that sadistic, we never saw him torturing randoms just for fun, it was always some science experimental shit. He tends to get fun out of cruelty only when it's personal) that maybe developed as a way to sublimate anger and sadness caused by his parents loss (that's what they share with sasuke - unlicke naruto, they knew their parents and it's other kind of pain. Sasuke developed a revenge issue and Orochimaru - cruelty pleasure which... is kinda the same but less epic and more occasional lol).

15. Speaking of that, Orochimaru cared for Sasuke because he saw himself in him.

16. Oro hold grudges against Hiruzen for not choosing him to be Hokage not only because he was ambitious and/or egoistic, but also because Hiruzen was some kind of a father figure for him and his approval was important tho i doubt he was aware of that. He also probably could tell that Hiruzen was suspicios about him when he was a child and that led to many conflicts and was hurting as well.

17. Tsunade knew things weren't pretty with Orochimaru after the wars but she never expected them to be this bad. During the week that she was given in her arc she thought not only about how much she wants to see Nawaki and Dan again despite how wrong would it be but also was trying to bury all the good memories she had left of Orochimaru so it would be easier to kill him.

18. She poisoned Jiraiya exactly because she knew he would not let her do it. Jiraiya was always hesitant to kill and inclined to forgiveness, while Tsunade, as mentioned by Orochimaru, could be merciless (so much so that he was not surprised when Kabuto suggested that she wanted to use Jira for Edo Tensei).

19. That was one of her traits that scared Jiraiya and fascinated Orochimaru.

20. Remember how Oro grabbed Jiraiya's neck when the latter was trying to cover with hair jutsu? On the snake, in Tsnade's arc. Orochimaru could have easily kill Jiraiya by pulling the sword out of the mouth (arteries are right there) but he didn't. As well as he could kill Tsunade when she was still shaking - just aim for the neck or the heart. Instead, he just injured her lung and kicked her which is not a big deal for the kind of shinoby like her at all.. Also he helped Anko not accidentally kill herself but it would be way much profitable to let her do it. "Orochimaru has no feelings".

21. The reason he suddenly wanted to kill Tsunade instead of forcing her to heal his arms as it was planned (which is weird since it will not going to get him heals and he kinda said that he wouldn't want to kill her just minutes ago) is that not only she refused to help him (he thought he could work it out) but she also prefered the village over him (from his point of view). Out if everyone she was the closest to being able to understand him since the village caused her painful losses too but nevertheless she agreed to be on it's side.

22. He wasn't fighting her back in the end partly because he thought he deserved that. Somewhere deep inside hahah.

23. Tsunade got a fear to develop deep bonds so they probably weren't very close with Shizune (also the way she knocked her down in this hotel.. oh).

24. Orochimaru will be here when she'll die.

25. Orochimaru's eng dub to Tsunade: "I often wondered what it would be like to ring that pretty neck yours". No comments.

26. Orochimaru is either bi/pan or ace. Anything or nothing lmao

27. Hiruzen knew about at least some of the Oro’s illegal experiments and was okay just as he was okay with the Foundation all the time. Because it’s useful. Then he has discovered he went too far OR he knew everything and oro just became too inconvenient because of his methods. The way Orochimaru tells Sasuke about reasons they are well treated as the criminals is based on in his experience with Hiruzen.

28. As you may know the lyrics in Orochimaru’s music theme goes “don’t talk with the silence of the heart”. It was taken from one Indian song that also had lines like “don’t question life too much”, ”pain arose somewhere in the chest”, “don’t speak to the wounds of the heart”. Though I’m not sure 100% because I was translating it with some hindi dictionary with like zero knowledge of hindi

29. I like to think that this “silence of the heart” theme and the fact that he called his village a hidden sound village are somehow connected. The hidden sound is the possible explanation of all things waiting to be listened to but the truth is silent and you know it deep in your heart and it bothers you. The world is silent just like the life is meaningless but people can only hear. *Sigh* anyways

30. Orochimaru’s journey is the one about accepting death. When he saw Karin released her chains while was trying to get to Sasuke he understood that the death is a part of human’s strength.

Can’t wait to feel that everything I wrote is wrong or not enough or stupid and obvious lol. Anyways, it’s something that I wanted to share until I move to some other fandom.

[dhampirslays]

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses.

7. What is one overrated roleplay trend?

QUESTIONS FOR MUNS ! ( meme / accepting )

5. What is a character you love, but don't think you can write ?

shfkgjhsfgsk holy shit, this question. For starters, I fucking ADORE Hope Mikaelson and the complexity that is her life and her emotions and I have been writing her since the main idea of her was introduced in The Originals on the facebook platform. And still, I have seen so many great people write her in here to the point where I highkey believe I'm a literal potato and can't write her for shit. This is how amazing those lovely people are. My friends however ( Tiffany the most ) are still encouraging me to write her on her own blog so I have to swallow my inferiority issues and just do it :,)

6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse / muses.

i ) Jo's character development. Honestly, I never expected of this little ball of fury to come this far. She started as an experimental idea on my multimuse on facebook and with the help of @ sacredslaycd, i have brought her forth on tumblr and oh how lovely she has blossomed. She started as a child who was heavily influenced by the council and even saw the world in black and white, good and evil, viewing the world as demons origins = bad, humans = good and in the span of one year she had been around so many lovely characters who are supernaturals ( such as witches, mostly vampires and werewolves ) that her world has been shaken up and her eyes just. . . opened. Don't get me wrong, she has a lot of work to do on that department, but the point is, she has come a long way from where she started. And over all, isn't that what character development really is ? ii ) the second thing I love most about her is less of a fact and more of the way she is. the longer she has stayed in Monterey ever since she graduated from the watcher / slayer academy, and the more time she has had to be around her family ( and less of the council ) has helped her develop the attributes that make her a person; she is finally in a place where she can even say she's growing to be happy, even if her life is anything but. In fewer words, I admire her optimism, the way she forms connections and relationships and friendships, and most of all, I love how terrible her puns are. I love her passion. I love that she'll do whatever it takes to save the people she loves. I love that she tediously loves and she gets burnt but she still picks herself up and does it again because that's just the person she is.

iii ) the girl is hella strong and resilient. It's no secret that life has had a tendency to beat her down, from buffy leaving, to the council taking her away from her family, inflicting its own closed-minded mindset, to losing ethan, to being tossed in the arena and having undergone a slayer underground slavery because her watcher betrayed her, to everyone in the council turning their backs on her and declaring her an enemy, to eventually dying and being turned into the one thing she was raised to hate. And throughout all that, she's still somehow standing, and she's still gentle and loving even though she's literally falling into pieces. She's no god; sometimes she questions herself and her bravery falters and she has had times where she acted selfish and petty ( cause no one is flawless ) and can occasionally be mean about it, but she's still there and she's trying to be a better person and SUE ME, but being mean is part of life. Somehow, even after everything, she still manages to push to her feet. I don't know how better to explain it.

7. What is one overrated roleplay trend ?

Enemies to friends to lovers to oh-no I'm a baby maker who always believed we'd end up together even though when we first met all i wanted to do was slice your throat open or whatever The Vampire Diaries Delena / Klaroline was. In general lines, this trope can be good if handled the right way but most people just dive in because they lack the patience of it and for me personally, it's like i'm watching something go 0 to 100 within the span of 2 minutes.

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. You know the header image placed at the beginning of every episode (portrait of P on the left, black and white sketch of HxP in the middle, portrait if H on the right)? The full image of the sketchier version of the black and white drawing (the version used in older episodes) is actually smut (you can see it on 4chan)… You’d think RS would at least make a minimal effort to hide her agenda to sexualise everything but nOoOoO

From OP, not Anon: Ngl, that shocked me when I first found that out

2. the same-face syndrome in this series is something else, I swear. legitimately couldn't tell Apollo and Eros apart for the longest time. all male and female characters are drawn with the exact same faces. it gets really annoying honestly

3. I don't know if this bothers anyone else (maybe it's just me) but it seems like the characters' facial expressions can be really... off at times? Like, characters will be drawn smiling in situations where it'd make no sense for them to be smiling? And be drawn with vacant expressions in inappropriate times?

Like how (spoiler) Daphne is drawn with a smile when Apollo turns her into a tree (?) when she should have looked terrified???

As an artist who specializes in facial expressions, the ones in LO legitimately throw me off at times.

4. Something that kind of weirds me out about LO is that both Hades and Persephone are kind of awful people (like literally. Slavery, murder, greed, etc.) but it's not portrayed as a bad thing?? at all, really??? Other than a "That's terrible!" here and there, the full weight of what these two characters do doesn't get addressed and is even excused?

And we as the readers are still supposed to believe these two are the good guys? Hades is the king of the underworld, he can do horrible stuff and get away with it. And we already know Persephone won't have to face the consequences of her actions -_-

Imo, this whole story would make more sense if these two were villains/descending into villainy, but that's obviously not what RS is planning.

5. This isn’t a critique I just wanna know if something went over my head, but when Zeus tells Hades to go be king and take Kronos with him Demeter shows up and Zeus and Demeter walk away. Was that suppose to be about Hera getting torn in half or just something we don’t know yet

From OP, not Anon: Maybe something we don’t know about since Demeter and Zeus don’t have a good relationship.

6. After reading the latest chapter where Hades drones on and on to a crying Persephone about how he'll take care of her and get her everything she needs and she'll have a footman waited on her, a apartment with a great view, etc etc.

It really puts into perspective how spoiled she actually is. Like, that chapter was almost hard to read. 

7. Why does RA draw so much porn? It’s so uncomfortable how most of her fans are underage yet she doesn’t even bother to hide the fact that she makes NSFW content 

From OP, Not Anon: Tbf, RS did have her nsfw behind a paywall. I don’t expect creators to hide that they make nsfw, especially since they don’t have much control over their audience. Nsfw is how a lot of webtoon creators make money after all. RS already stopped using patreon though so I haven’t seen her post nsfw or anything that couldn’t be considered artistic nudity in a while.

8. Anybody else notice how Persephone is always portrayed almost as a poor, lower class god who's worked in the fields instead of lived in luxury? "Oh, poor her!"? BUT we have, if my memory serves me, NO actual lower class characters at all?

I don't know if I'm making much sense, but basically the only reason Persephone seems like such an underdog is because RS hasn't introduced a character who has it worse than her. Despite that there are people living in literal slavery while she's living it up?

From OP, not Anon: Nymphs, satyrs, and other mythical beings are lower class in LO. The gods would be considered middle/upper class so yeah.

9. wasnt the original hymn about the power of women and a mother defending her daughter from a cruel marriage by standing up to men and bringing the world to its knees until they finally took her seriously? like thats feminist to me, not claiming persephone loved her kidnapper and demeter is a big bitch for trying to stop it. im not saying making hxp not full of sexual assault is bad, i'd much rather read that, but demonizing demeter for the sake of a man and a heterosexual romance aint it, chief.

10. I love how lo fanart always depicts hades as some young male model as if rachel isnt very open that she designed him off mads and his depiction of hannibal? like maybe they know if they drew him like a 55+ year old man like rachel intended they might realize hes a creep for wanting to bang a baby faced 19 year old.

[bardicious]

Loki S1E4 Spoilers

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This is my most negative review so far, so if you really liked this episode, please dont read for your own benefit. No seriously, I drag this show in every possible way. Give no receipts, all bitching.

If you dont want to see your fav show dragged, please look away.

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LMAO. It's official, this is one of the stupidest shows I've ever seen. Jfc.

Things I didn't appreciate about this episode:

1. Sylvie being a Variant because she was born a woman? Are you literally fucking kidding me? Jfc. I HATE this, for so many reasons. One because her being born a girl suggests that Loki cannot change his sex at will. This has always been a headcanon of mind, and you know what, since Loki does it in the comics, I feel its a valid one. Fucking hate this.

2. Loki's whole bullshit sequence with Sif. Not funny, annoying, and cruel. Much like Sif herself.

3. Mobius and Loki being friends??? Listen, I am a bit fond of the Lokius ship, sure. But they were never ever on those terms, what a fucking joke.

4. Sylvie and Loki's romantic relationship??? Really??? Really?? Just wow.

5. Loki and Mobius dying? Really, now just go fuck yourselves writers. Well, we know Loki is alive, we dont know what happened to Mobius. I'm wondering what those death sticks really do then. Still didn't appreciate the disrespect on both characters.

6. The Time Keepers being robots, all the ridiculous theatrics of it? It's so lame. Who the fuck decided Loki was going to be a comedy again? Yeah, thanks for nothing.

And these are just the points that made me angriest.

The series continues to be poorly written. Mostly in dialogue, reactions, and reasoning on the TVA's part. I dont get the impression that the TVA has ever been a threat and I'm surprised they lasted this long. Excuse me, but if little Sylvie could escape so easy, what the fuck was Loki doing?

On the discourse of this whole show, because I see it everywhere. Yeah, sorry, but Loki is hella ooc. And thats the tea on that. What I will say is, there's no way the show writers are doing it on purpose. They aren't actively trying to make Loki look this stupid. I'm pretty sure Loki has just been labeled as the "hero" at this point. So Loki doesn't get interesting characterization. No, I believe he's getting the Thor treatment of the first few movies.

They are banking on all their decent writing on Sylvie because she's the anti-villain? Because obviously they do not want an anti-villain as their main focus. Yeah, it's pure coincidence. That said, I dont know what this means for Sylvie at the end of the series. It's possible she'll just become a fan favorite. I already like her (and as far as I'm concerned, I'm sticking with my headcanon)

That said, I thought Sylvie's capture was so sad. Poor child. That did give brownie points for her being a Loki, but not enough where I'd change my headcanon, because this show has way too many things I dislike.

Loki continues to be useless. He literally just has stuff happen to him and doesn't move the plot forward much at all. I guess the writers didn't have a chance to learn that your protagonist is supposed to be proactive for them to be interesting? Weird, for something as high budget as Marvel, you would think they would care about their writers having some proper experience.

The Lokis are freaking ugly. What the fuck is up with this low budget ass show? This isn't the first time I've hated the costuming in a Marvel show, see: Falcon. The only decent one so far was Wanda's.

I thought this whole episode was a joke and I was waiting for the punch line the entire time.

Lastly, because I dont want to be unfair. These are all the points I liked:

1. Hunter B-15. So happy she's on the Lokis side. I love her. I've finally come around to loving her completely. She was one of the good points of this episode.

2. It was nice to see Asgard again, and little Sylvie was adorable. She was so happy. I'm glad to get another glimpse at Loki's life. And this makes sense of why she's so vague about everything. She doesn't have a life in Asgard.

3. Loki's hair in one scene was particularly gorgeous. I'll be going back in to screenshot it. 👀

4. Loki and Sylvie fighting, both of them fighting equally just as well.

5. I still like the idea of all the Lokis.

....and yeah, that's it. Most of these are just little details, like, visually speaking most of the production is nice (Except for the Time Keepers, the Loki's costumes)

This wasn't a great one, folks. And I imagine the rest of the series will be the same. Because this is a comedy after all. And once again, I feel thats where we go wrong. Because Loki was never supposed to be a comedy, nor was Thor. Yet recently they've made comedies of both of them.

That said, wow, I am okay now, yeah, this series is just bad, hard to even extrapolate anything, but now I realize they're not doing this maliciously. imo, they just have very bad takes. I maintain that if Tom was completely in charge, Loki would be as we remembered him, but frankly, I think it has more to do with this series being a comedy than anything. Let's hope Doctor Strange isn't a comedy, shall we?

PS. This show is really making me come to terms with throwing away canon, every single episode. So that's definitely a plus.

[twisted-legacies]

Spoilers for Chapter 6 below!! English Players and Those Who Haven't Played Chapter 6 Beware!!

So. I've watched the new chapter update of Chapter 6 and have been thinking about Quentin and STYX.

Mainly, what will happen to Quentin after Chapter 6 and her relationship with STYX, and her extension with the Shroud family from then on.

While for the most part of the Ignihyde chapter, Quentin, Idia, Ortho, and by extension's STYX's relationship is better than I expected it to be.

Since Quentin's just at STYX for an actual day and no longer or no shorter, and isn't actually getting hurt (though mentally is debatable, Quentin is not good with being imprisoned and VR due to past trauma and not being used to that kind of technology respectively) while on the other hand. . . Where she was before in the World Overblot Research Society, Quentin did get hurt and dealt with a lot there. So much so Quentin refuses to talk about it, and it's likely that Idia and Ortho will have to dig for what happened there.

And you know what?

I think that's great for Quentin.

Quentin's been hurt in the past by people who've want to use her Blot for selfish purposes. STYX is not that malicious in its' intentions, rather it's genuine in its' efforts to study Blot, even if the people who made it don't actually want anything to do with it.

Which is why I actually think Quentin will put up a fight with Idia about his position of being the heir of STYX.

Quentin sees Idia suffers from his position because he's stuck with being the heir and sees Ortho actively trying to get Idia out his position, while Quentin actually wants the position Idia has so she can find a way to control Blot.

Quentin has seen what Blot can do and she wants a way to fix and/or control it. And if to her that means she takes what Idia has been raised to do, she will take it. She's determined to get to her goal of finding a way to control Blot. She's not willing to step on Idia and Ortho's feeling for it, but if Idia doesn't want it. . . Then why not take the chance?

Quentin will insist she can take over STYX.

She already has a decent knowledge of Blot that might be similar to what Idia has, so she might not understand all this technological stuff, but she does know her Blot stuff.

So, there might be a timeline where Idia just hands over STYX to Quentin and Quentin becomes the heir of the STYX. I doubt she'll inherit the family fortune or anything else besides STYX, as Quentin will probably say something like, "Why are you giving this money/stuff to me? Idia and Ortho need it more than me. I'm a noblewoman. I don't need it. I can earn my own money if I need it." or she might take the money and then immediately give it to Idia and Ortho saying she doesn't need it and she signed up to run an organization for studying Blot, not to become rich even if she's right in front of Idia's parents. Quentin could also strike a deal with the Shroud parents saying she'll do Idia's job for him in exchange Idia and Ortho has to be allowed to be tied down by STYX and she'll take responsibility for anything that happens from then on.

Or the scenario could be Idia like co-runs STYX with Quentin. That would probably be strange. Idia when Quentin first offered the deal he was probably was like, "Wait hold the fuck up. You'll take my position?" and Quentin's like, "Yes? I just told you I would. Why would I lie??" and no matter how long time goes Idia like, "Quentin's going to leave the organization soon." even as she's giving a speech about how much she loves working at STYX and how much she's learned at STYX. So, Idia and Ortho just hover around Quentin most of the time when she's working or when she's in Ignihyde on business. Quentin could be doing an analysis on Blot in STYX headquarters or reading an old book on Blot at NRC and Idia and Ortho are just right behind her, just peaking over her shoulder and giving commentary. The Shroud brothers help her out unintentionally, and Quentin lets the two hang out if they want to, she doesn't care if they do it or not (Eadwine does that a lot back in Andalasia). I like in this AU Idia, Ortho and Quentin might have a pretty friendly relationship. Good end to Chapter 6

Though in my main AU, I think it'll more translate to Quentin becoming a scientist at STYX later in life. She might even be nicknamed as "Idia and Ortho's Favorite" by the other scientists because Quentin and Yuu help Idia and Ortho with the Tartarus problem in Chapter 6, so Idia and Ortho unintentionally treat her with more favoritism than most scientists. Which is probably why the other scientists will honestly probably dislike Quentin, but Quentin doesn't quite care honestly. She's dealt with that at NRC. Quentin will probably be pretty high ranking in scientist rating too, probably due to both Idia and Ortho's favoritism of her and her hard work. She'd probably be the Head Scientist honestly.