#but they work through it in a way that they clearly respect the other's opinion and dont take it personally

[inklore]

love me by the night.

part two | masterlist

premise: the relationship shared between you and bruce was anything but perfect. it was raw and caked with blood and pain, but it worked.

pairing: bruce wayne x (f)reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: unprotected sex, pain kink (just a little taste, more or less emotions wise), toxic relationships, blood (wounds, cuts, and bruises mentioned), needles mentioned, tragic pasts (readers family life was crap and domestic violence is mentioned briefly), arguments, angst, scratching, probably slightly unrealistic when it comes to certain things lmao. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

etc: i swear i’ll stop writing shitty angst after this lmao. obviously there’s no spoilers and this leans more towards au since we don’t know too much about the batman and his characterization just yet, i literally took what i’ve seen in trailers and ran with it. let’s hope this doesn’t flop and here’s to all of us becoming completely whipped by robert pattinson this month <3

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You’re not sure if it’s the low hiss that shakes through him as you pat the disinfecting cloth to one of the many open wounds littering his back, his body's instinct to shake and move away from the sting—no matter if it's helpful or not—clearly being fought off by its host. As if proving, to no one, that a little antiseptic was not a big deal. Especially with gashes as deep as these. His ability to hide any sort of pain he may, or may not, be going through being one of his least rewarding qualities. In your opinion.

Or maybe it’s the gashes themselves that has your stomach flip flopping, jumbled with nerves, and in the trenches of an all too familiar feeling, from an all too familiar scenario—much like this one—playing through your head the minute you saw Bruce Wayne clad in his batsuit, cuts and tears distinguishable from a mile away. Coated in that dark crimson that looked tar black when it laid upon his suit—stood at your balcony door, having let himself in like he did most times he would find himself out of options or needing a quick stitch.

And sometimes for other reasons.

It had become an old song and dance you wished you could stop moving to. Wished that that year ago when you had let your journalist drive get the best of you, had peeked your head into a world you truly knew nothing about, but labeled as ‘your big break’—your promotion to the top. If you could have taken back that drive, that need for power in a dying industry: you would have.

Would have taken back being in the wrong place—or right one your boss would have said—at the wrong time. Would have stayed home that night and had a glass of wine, read a book, laid in bed daydreaming about an unobtainable future—any of that was better than getting in the mix of Gotham’s savior doing what he did best and you getting caught in the crosshairs. You know it would have saved both yours, and the infamous Batman’s, time and energy. Would have saved you a deep purple spreading along your eye socket and a rusty knife to the ribs for him. But you were there and had made the wrong call.

You had all but disclosed that your mother was once a nurse and you knew how to tend to wounds thanks to her—not disclosing that the only reason she had taught you was because you had a meaner than a skunk father when he was drunk and had once beat your mother so badly she needed stitches. Those stitches coming in the form of her sitting shaking and bloody on the side of the tub while she taught you, at the mere age of ten, how to sew up a wound—Another recurring event in your life you wished you could have missed out on.

The two of you finding yourself in your dingy studio apartment, your thoughts more than hyper aware of the judgment that could possibly be flashing across The Batman's face. An assumption that was more than delirious as the pounding in your eye had made its way throughout your entire membrane, the pain shooting through your body as if it was more than just your eye that took the beating—and like most of Gotham’s population, and why you were tailing him—you knew next to nothing about the masked savior, so maybe he had lived in a bigger dump than you.

An incorrect fact you eventually learned by the many recurring visits that had him ending up on your doorstep, apparently your first encounter not going as botched as you yourself thought; the dead silence as you fixed the wound at his side, patched the material of his suit the best you could. The low and husky thanks, his gloved fingers flinching and flexing tightly as it looked as if he might, or wanted to, reach out and check your eye, but didn’t. And he quickly left without another word.

The journalist part of you wanted to grab your laptop and type away at what you were sure was going to be the juiciest story of The Batman to date, but instead found yourself having zero desire to share the time, and humiliation on your part, the two of you had spent together. Because in reality it was nothing. You stuck your nose where it didn't belong, got hit, got the Bat stabbed, and you dressed his wound. If anything people would, most definitely, call you a liar or add you to one of those crazed Batman fan sites. Neither things you wanted. So you kept your mouth shut and moved on to other projects.

And maybe it was that fact, that you had kept your mouth shut, that had him coming back to your apartment the second time, the third, the fourth, and then the fifth.

Blood had caked around his mouth and jaw, a visible trail of where it could be coming from—under his mask—apparent. The wheeze in his breath an indication that he could, and most likely, had broken ribs, falling on deaf ears as he barely made eye contact with you. Had barely said more than three words to you as you began to locate each wound and patch it.

It didn't take a genius to know that The Batman didn’t want to be known, was not meant to be known, his identity seeming more important than the actual ‘saving’ he did. You knew you couldn't have just asked him to take the mask off and that would be it, that the frigid man sitting upon your couch—most definitely staining it—in his bulky suit would just comply. But you figured you’d try. So you saved it for last. Put antiseptic here and there. Pressed cloths to deeper wounds to stop the blood. Stitched a knick on the side of his jaw. Until the elephant in the room became too big and the blood on his face too harrowing.

You didn't really even have to ask. One look, one stare, the shift of your eyes as you kept looking back at the blood on his face, at the mask that covered half of it. You were sure he knew already, had tensed so much because he could feel it coming, could feel the request, the dare, the speculation that he would actually take off his mask for you.

But you still asked, adding that you wouldn't tell—which was as cheesy to say as it sounded, so amateur of you, it holding no solidification in the grand scheme of ‘everyone says that and you're a journalist so why should he believe you’. And that's exactly how it went. His ‘no’ coming out more of a grunt as he stood up and headed for the door.

And maybe it was your curiosity, or maybe it was because you felt actually needed by Gotham’s own little celebrity of vengeance. And it felt good to be needed, a feeling you didn't quite get writing boring columns and non-break through stories. “I wont look!” You declared as he reached the threshold, “I’ll keep my eyes closed, I even have a sleep mask I can cover them up with if that will make you more comfortable.” You felt stupid for even suggesting, he was clearly done with your help, probably for good now that you’d attempted to unmask him.

“You can just guide my hands where they need to go. I’ll feel if you need any stitches, or antiseptic. I won't peak.” You were surprised to see him stop in his tracks, his back turned to you for a beat longer, your heart in your throat from nerves, before he turned and gave you one quick nod. A small smile had spread across your lips, a feeling of triumph that–may have had no right being placed—lingering in your bloodstream.

And you kept your word, had let his gloved hand wrap around your wrist, your two fingertips brushing his skin; along his temple, his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose—his grip tightening so hard on your wrist as your fingers scraped against the culprit for all of the blood on his face. The wince you let out from the heavy strength of his palm squeezing your wrist dredging up a gravely “sorry” from his lips. It had all been oddly romantic now that you had looked back on it—fucked up none the less though, as you held a needle to his nose and tried to sew up a wound you could only feel with your fingertips. The heat from his leather gloves burning your skin. The hot puffs of air he would sometimes let out, or the twitch of his own wrist as he moved your hand in the right direction so you wouldn’t impale a piece of him you didn't need to.

You think that had been the turning point in the fucked up relationship the two of you had. What had completely solidified whatever the hell the two of you would grow on to have, to become. And the night he finally let you see him, had taken off his mask, had given you the darkest look of both trust and distrust all in own brooding glance; his eyes darker than his suit, the permanent scowl that you've come to know so well. It had started a fire inside of your belly that leaked into your veins to the point of succumption. And you knew then that no matter what time it was, how dangerous it was, or how stupid it was for you to do a real doctors job, half as good as them; you’d always let Bruce in.

Even if he didn't do the same.

Him proving that in tenfold along the way in more ways than you had fingers and toes to count. You had lost count of all of the ways Bruce Wayne—The Batman—had broken your heart, and had seemed to do so without any deep reflection of the fact in his zero attempts to fix said broken heart. Or acknowledge it. The turning point of your relationship slipping into something more than just you tending to his wounds, into the two of you also sharing a bed some nights—not the full night though, he had always refused to stay and you had grown tired of asking him to. Of offering him more than being his on call nurse and another warm cavern to sink into.

And maybe it was your own doing, your own foolishness for falling for such a man; mysterious, frigid, thinking he needs to prove something to himself, to put his mind at an ease you don't think you'd ever really understand because Bruce wouldn't let you. Wouldn't let you see into the dark crevices of his mind that you knew would explain all, tell all, bring you closer to this man you (unfortunately) loved.

The hopeful part of you wanted to believe that it was because you were a journalist, that that's why he was so closed off with you. He still had doubts that you wouldn't rat him out and get famous off a story you've swore time and time again you'd never tell. But the part that knew that that was just Bruce, that he had conditioned himself into this hard brute on both the inside and out, a loner billionaire without parents who no one really knew, and would never get to know; a man stuck on the hopes of vengeance and violent acts being more of a warm blanket, a warm home, more than you could ever be. It was just Bruce. How he was. And maybe, sometimes you think, with the way he would look at you, the way he would try to open up, that he had wished he could be more for the both of you, but this was him.

And despite your broken heart you'd accepted that, accepted him. That didn’t mean it hurt any less though, that you didn’t have doubts and fears.

But it’s the reasons why it was not a surprise he showed up at your apartment tonight, and it wasn't a surprise he was stripped down to only a pair of pants, cloths stained with blood littering around your bed, winces of pain as you stitched up wounds, touched bruises, and tried not to be angry at the fact that another set of your sheets were now stained because of him.

“How many were there?”

“Less than you think.”

“Mmm,” you hum as you press the needle into his skin one last time, the ends poking through him easier than leather, the string pulled tight, the wound closed, and then wiped. Bruce barely flinching now that, you were sure, his back had become numb to the needle. But not your fingers it seemed as you ran the tip of your index along one of the deep purpling bruises in the middle of his back, his torso flinching slightly in contortion. It was hard for you to tell when Bruce was lying, even after all the time the two of you had spent together. And instances of you probing and it ending in a fight had stopped you from fully questioning when you get the suspicion of him lying. But you knew he was lying about this. You didn't get this many cuts, bruises, and chunks of flesh opened from there being ‘less than you think’.

“I understand why you do it,” and you did, to a certain extent. “I just wish that-”

“Don’t.” It’s authoritative, threatening and stings all the same. It's a tone you've grown to hate, but know it's like poking a bear if you go against it.

And maybe the two of you have been doing this dance for so long now that you didn’t care, because it does little to deter you. “Right.” You stand from the bed, your chuckle is anything but humorous, joyous, having any good sentiment of what it's supposed to, without a trace. You grab the used rags and cloths from your sheets, ignoring Bruce’s eyes on you as he turns towards you. The wince from the stretch of doing so is heard before he can swiftly hide it.

“Thank you.” Is all he says and it makes your blood boil. Makes you stop your actions and scowl at him, because you’re so sick of hearing those words from him. Sick of them being the only true sentiment you can dredge up from his dark soul.

“For what, Bruce? For stitching you up for the millionth time? For dressing a wound that may get infected because I'm. Not. A. Doctor. That's who you really should be seeing, not me.” You laugh. You throw the bloody remnants in your hands in the trash beside your bed, turning back to see him no longer looking at you. His eyes cast across the room. “What if you show up here one night and I can't help you?” Your arms cross around your chest, your frustrations more than prominent in your tone, and of the heavy thud of your heart you can feel against your flesh. “What if your wounds are so bad that you bleed out on my floor? What then Bruce, you still going to tell me thank you for trying to save you. For staining my hands with the blood of someone else's that's mixed with yours to the point of it being caked on your body? To the point where I have to rub your skin red and raw to get it off, is that all worth a big thank you to you? Is that all its worth to you?” You chew on your lower lip, can feel your breath pick up from the octaves of your voice going up, and to a tone you hate using. To a point of boiling in your veins you hate reaching. “Is that all I'm worth to you…Is a thank you?” You hate yourself for even asking, knowing it’s just going to escalate into something more vicious between the two of you—or worse he’s going to ignore it. “More importantly, is that all your life is worth to you? Going after these men, getting hurt, being stitched up by some woman you sometimes fuck; is that worth it to die on my fucking rug?”

“That's not important to me.” His eyes burn into you as he turns, his pupils filled with fire and rage—a look you've grown to wonder if it's the last one his enemies see, if this is the only time you'll get another glimpse into the dark world of his alter ego. “My death has no meaning when the bloodshed from it is more important.”

Your heart would break if you weren't expecting such a response. But the one thing you did know about Bruce is his one track mind on the reasons he does what does. The reasons he doesn't care who he has to hurt or get back at to get his message across, to achieve what needs to be done. To itch a sad sadistic ache from the wound the death of his parents left.

“It's important to me. I don't want to watch you die on my floor, this apartment is shitty enough.”

“I wouldn't-” he growls, “I wouldn't come here if I knew that's how it was going to end, if there was a chance that you'd be a part of that I wouldn't-”

“You’d die in some cave? A back alley? Some psychopaths fucking lair? That's how you want your story to end? The legacy of the infamous Batman, the great Bruce Wayne unmasked and found bloody and beaten, his fortune and birthright torn through the mud because-”

“Because what? Because I chose to do something? Because I am doing something?”

“Just because you’re choosing to do something doesn't mean you’re choosing the right reasons to do it!” A thud comes at the other side of your wall, your neighbors voice muffled but understood enough to know that a noise complaint was a sure thing. You close your eyes, breathe through your nose, out through your mouth, give yourself five seconds, ten, fifteen, before you open them again and Bruce still has his eyes on you. His expression withdrawn, as always. “I would never ask you to stop being The Batman, I’m not your keeper, Bruce.” You laugh, “I'm not even your girlfriend.” This gets a reaction from him, for the ten seconds he lets it swim across his face before he's looking down into his lap. “I’m just saying you’re wrong about your death not being important. You're wrong about not caring about your own life as both of these…people, things.”

You swallow back the emotions that are begging you to let out, the tears you know you could shed but refuse to let be seen by him, be shared between the two of you. An intimacy you're not sure will ever be shared, as much as you would be okay for it to be. But it's hard to throw your emotions at someone who is never willing to catch them, to hold on to them, to grasp them with open and returned devotion, care, love. You never doubted that Bruce cared for you, he had to, even if it was a little bit. You knew he wouldn't have shown his face to anyone, keep showing up at anyone else’s doorstep—unless he was there to take his so-called vengeance. So you knew he cared, just not as much as you for him, or the way you deserved, in reality. And if he did, if your assumptions were wrong and those of a toxic mindset; you knew you’d never know because he would never let you see it.

“No one can make you care about your own life. Only you can do that. I just wished you’d leave me out of it, because I cannot go another day wondering if you're going to show up worse than before, I” you swallow, take a deep breath “I can't deal with it anymore, Bruce. I’m sorry.”

He doesn't go to answer and you don't wait for him to. Distracting yourself from letting the tears that are burning your ducts fall in front of him, with picking up the rest of the medical contents on your bed and putting them away. Taking a moment to grip the sink in your bathroom, to let the few tears you actually do allow yourself to shed for him to fall, to help ease a part of your heart that’s screaming for you to have a breakdown right now. Before wiping them just ask quick as they had fallen, righting yourself, and walking back out into the main room. You expect to see him gone, he usually leaves promptly after arguments like this. A bad habit the both of you have; yelling, declaring avoidance, Bruce disappearing for a few days, your heart aching more than it does when he’s actually around, and then he’s back and you’re forgetting your past declarations and letting him.

The song and dance you need to give up. Are going to give up because you’re sure about it this time.

You were not lying when you said you were done with the caked on blood you have to scrub from your fingers every other night. Or the scent of metal that you can't get out of your couch cushions. And the many nights you've gone to bed and woken up with him sitting at the end of your bed barely breathing and cut all over.

But if you didn't do it, who would? Alfred? Perhaps. That had been the only part of Bruce’s life he had told you about, had shared with you the bare minimum of information. No thanks to your prompting. But if he had neither of you, trusted neither of you any longer than who did Bruce Wayne have? A lot less friends than Batman did. A lot less people who loved him.

Because yes, you loved Bruce on the same bitter vine of fruit that you hated him. The two forging together into something ugly and overlooked, something no one would want to even buy, touch, let alone sink their teeth into. It was a fruit you needed to give up. A dance you needed to stop moving along with. A love you needed to get over.

Bruce could darken someone else's door and heart because yours was closed off to him.

For good.

A notion set in the stone of your brain, carved with the broken pieces of your heart; sharp and cutting your chest open like shards of glass only meant to cause pain and bleed you dry until that satisfying, sickly, numb sets in and you forget even why you were hurt in the first place. Why you even cared. It being why you would never let someone into that now dark cavern of your chest cavity again because you didn't want to feel that numbing pain again.

But as you walk past him, his reflexes faster and stronger than yours, giving you little time to wrench yourself away; he grabs your wrist, the warmth of his skin burning that stone, that notion, into molten pieces that forge your heart back into something misshapen and even more fragile than before. Your brain singed by the very heat as your heart is the only thing that calls out to the warmth of him, pulls you into the warmth of him, begs you to take back every word and to just love this man. To ignore the bad and succumb to the good that is there, the good that does show itself. To the way Bruce’s eyes are soft as they look up at you. As he pulls you between his legs, as there's a sorry on the tip of his lips but he can't seem to get it out. Can't seem to get past anything other than the twitch of his bottom lip and the heavy swallow breaths of emotion that he's not used to feeling. Or showing.

It’s all such an overwhelming feeling of everything that you don't have the will power to fight it, because fuck this man, fuck Bruce Wayne and fuck the way he made you feel, fuck fuck fuck.

Bruce cups the back of your neck pulling you down to meet his mouth in one quick motion, before either of you can think differently, can pull away or scream, or remember why you shouldn't do this, again. Why he should walk out of the door and out of your life for good, and why you should let him. It's all washed away, torn and shred, by the penetrating tongue slipping into your mouth, an unspoken apology written in the way your mouths work together. As Bruce’s lips burn against yours, as his teeth nip at your seams of lust and love and forgiveness.

He pulls you onto his lap, your knees finding a home on either side of him. Both of his hands resting on your neck, holding you steady, close, in a grip that says he's not letting you move. That even if you kick him out after this, if the two of you actually follow through, that he’s taking this moment to have you. Close. And moaning into his mouth. It's almost primal the way Bruce can be sometimes, the way he kisses you with such fervor and hunger, the way he strips you bare as quickly as he can, as if if his palms didn’t touch your bare skin, cup your breasts, run along the seams of your body soon, that he might go mad.

Your hips stutter against him, the cotton of your underwear the only thing between you and his covered cock. The barrier that drags along your growing ache the more he pulls you close, the more you gyrate your lower half, rubbing against his growing cock. The sighs of pleasure falling from your mouth into his, Bruce swallowing them down with a low hum. Accepting them like a precious meal.

Once your shirt has been discarded to the floor and the two of you have switched positions; Bruce hovering his weight above you, your legs spread for him, his body just as naked and bare as yours, the heat from his cock warm and throbbing between your thighs. Only ever scraping lightly against your slick slit, enough to have your hips chasing after it, and needy whimpers vibrating against his tongue. Your lips already feeling swollen and bruised from his relenting mouth, his devours; the words you know he can't say swallowed down and settling into that hopeful part of your pathetic heart.

“Please, Bruce,” you whine as his mouth trails wet kisses and nips down your chin, to the junction of your neck, to your breasts where his tongue draws a slow circle around one of your nipples. Making your intake of breath burn your throat as your chest pushes up into him, your cunt throbbing even more as he takes the other one in his hand and squeezes. You had never understood how good it could feel to feel the warmth of someone’s mouth sucking on your skin, your breasts. The shot of desire and burning aching lust that shot through you when their teeth grazed your nipple. Not until Bruce. He toyed, sucked—and even fucked—your breasts with a type of worship that made God himself jealous. The times you would look down and his eyes would be staring up at you in awe. Like watching you wither in pleasure and the taste and feel of you in his palms and mouth was like drinking from the rivers of Eden.

He ate your pussy the same. Some nights it's all he would want to do. You’d finish patching him up and he would drop down to his knees and fuck you with his tongue until his hair wasn't just sticking to his forehead because it was wet with sweat. Like all things Bruce did he did it with vigor, with devotion to the cause, and like it was going to fucking kill him in the end and he was okay with that.

But tonight all you wanted was to feel him inside of you. To be fucked so good by him you forgot everything, all the bad gone, all the heartaching pains. You just wanted to feel Bruce’s breath against your neck and his cock against your walls, fucking you so deliciously raw and hard that he was the only thing you could feel, could reach out to, could wrap around in excruciating ecstasy and pain.

You pull him up by his chin, pull his mouth from your body, your breaths mixing as you bring him inches from your lips. “Fuck me, Bruce,” you pant, whine, beg. Looking up into his eyes you can see the dark fire of lust and want burning in them. And it's all you need to ask of him because in his next motion he is grabbing his cock, rubbing it along your wet folds, the head of his cock rubbing against your needy throbbing clit, watching your mouth as it hangs open in a gasp. And he doesn't stop staring as he pushes into you, so slow, so gentle, dragging it out so he can watch the emotions of relief on your face contort in pleasure. Swallowing down your breathy moans when he presses his lips back to yours.

The pace of his thrusting hips against you slowly pick up, once you’ve gotten used to the girth of his cock stretching your walls. The pain from it always one of your favorite parts about Bruce fucking you, you think. As fucked up as it sounded. And maybe that's why you kept letting him, into your apartment, into your heart, into your cunt; because while his words, and lack thereof, had pained your heart, his cock had been the sting of the salve to put it back together. His mouth and his hands had been the words he couldn't speak. The look of pure devotion in his eyes as he told you how pretty you sounded as he fucked you, the bandage to hold it all together.

It was a fucked up relationship the two of you had. A fucked up tune for a fucked up dance. But deep down you knew there was no stopping in sight.

Not when it felt this good. When you loved Bruce like this. When the world got to see the gruesomeness of the Batman, and you got to see the aftermath, the tiredness in his eyes, the aching muscles, the torn skin and soul from his alter ego; and then help put it back together.

His breath is hot against your skin as he fucks you harder, one hand gripped above your head in the pillows, the other wrapped around the column of your neck. The slap of his hips against your thighs, your loud moans, his low heavy grunts deep and vibrating against your chest are the only sounds in your dingy apartment.

Your nails dig into his back and the gravel of the hiss of pain he lets out makes your stomach twist. Your mind too clouded with sex and lust, and him, that you forget that he is in fact still hurt. You open your mouth to apologize to move your hands to cup his face, but he quickly stops you with the lift of his chin. With his lips devouring yours with that same heat and hunger and the low mumble of, “do it again.” He grunts, “hurt me the way I hurt you. Show me your pain.” If you had a sane mind, if his words didn't make something burn in your lower belly adding to your arousal, to your lust; you'd know his words would have cut you differently. Would have brought something new and aching to the pile of your already severed heart. But it doesn't. It makes you whimper, it makes you want to pull him closer and drag your nails down his back, reopen his wounds, show him that pain so you can both wallow in it, feel pleasure from it, bask in it, drown in it; because that was your love, that was your devotion to each other in the end; pain. Desirable, lust filled, pain.

[vivmaek]

Placements that can definitely win a debate?

PLACEMENTS THAT CAN WIN A DEBATE

This is a hard question to answer because I think it depends greatly on the type of debate at hand. So, these are the types of debates certain placements will most definitely win. This is a short list that could be expanded upon. I wrote on placements that first came to mind. Ethos - appealing to the speaker's credibility, authority and status. 

Sun Conjunct Saturn - When it comes to laying down the law, people with this placement do it well. They command respect and authority due to the high level of responsibility they take on. They follow through on their actions and consistently prove themselves time and time again through their hard work. In debates, they are well regarded because their words match up with their actions.

Jupiter Sextile Saturn - These types are disciplined and efficient. They are known for their wisdom and give out the best life advice. Most importantly, they trust themselves and will not waver when facing conflict. People with this placement are also known for their leadership qualities and are very inspiring. 

Jupiter Trine Pluto - Those with this placement garner a lot of authority and influence over the course of their life. They are incredibly persuasive and charming. Their large presence is intimidating and people can’t help but nod their head along to whatever they are saying. I also like to think of this as the “yes-man” placement, they will most definitely have some strong supporters in their corner backing them up. 

Sun in the 10th House - You just can't help but want to believe in these types of people. They have a way about them that is regal and authoritative. Usually, a lot of success and glory is attached to the names of those with this placement. They are well regarded by authority and through that given respect. 

Jupiter in the 1st House - For one, these people are naturally lucky and there is a good reason to believe that they may win their debates simply through chance. However, this doesn't take away the respect they garner through their developed sense of character. Their happy go lucky nature is to be expected, so when a more serious side to their nature comes out, other people can’t help but notice and pay attention. 

Pathos - appealing to the audience's emotions and beliefs, the use of feeling. 

Moon Trine Mars - These are some of the most passionate people out there and they could definitely overtake a debate. They have a well developed moral code and are strong defenders and protectors. They care deeply and are authentic with their emotional expression. Other people greatly appreciate their vulnerable honesty. 

Moon Trine Midheaven - When it comes to appealing to the masses, these types do it well. Their sense of empathy knows no bounds and they are fantastic at reading a room. They can see themselves in every person they meet. Their understanding of human nature and skilled intuition is going to give them an edge.  

Mars Conjunct Pluto - These types bring an intensity to a debate that is unmatched. They are incredibly fierce and assertive with their opinions. Their audience is going to feel on edge and it is going to be difficult for them to want to speak up. They know how to use other people's vulnerabilities and have the use of skilled manipulation tactics at hand. 

Moon in the 3rd House - People with this placement are masters of communicating emotions. They can speak on matters of the heart clearly and can use their words for vulnerable appeal. 

Mars in the 9th House - Those with this placement have opinions that elicit a strong emotional response from other people. They can use their knowledge as a weapon and do so through their passion and veracity. Thoughts and ideas that differ from their own don’t make these types uncomfortable and they can approach debates with an open mind. 

Logos - appealing to the audience's sense of reason and logic, the use of facts and common sense. 

Mercury Trine Pluto - People with this aspect notice every single detail and have an investigative mind. They are oftentimes experts within their field of interest and have a lot of tactful knowledge to display. Their deep insights are impactful and their penetrative mind can see through any sort of lie or falsified statement. They can be manipulative with their words and entrap people with their semantics. 

Mercury Trine Uranus - Their scientific mind and practicality make them out for strong debaters. Most importantly, they know how to deal with the unexpected and can take on a curve ball without sweating it. They are the best problem solvers and also know where exactly an argument is leading. Nothing takes them by surprise and they have the facts to back themselves up.

Mercury Trine Mars - If I had to choose specifically, I think people with this placement truly make for the best debtors. They can spot weakness in an instant and use it against their opponent skillfully. They are quick with their words and not without reason. They are the experts at “winging it” and can come up with arguments on the fly. Their communication skills pack a punch and they use logic like a weapon. 

Mercury in the 1st House - Being intelligent and quick witted by nature, these individuals are going to do well in a debate. They are well known for their fantastic communication skills, so it is no surprise that they would be on this list. 

Mercury in the 9th House - Their knowledge is unlimited and they can probably debate anything. They know a little bit of everything and there isn't a topic they won’t be able to fact check.

Uranus in the 9th House - They are going to pull ideas from seemingly nowhere, leaving their audience shocked. Other people don’t know where these individuals are going to take a debate but it always seems like they have the upper hand. They are intelligent and their thought process is well thought out and tested. 

[imagionationstation]

WELL, SINCE THE LAST ONE WENT OVER WELL, LET’S HAVE ANOTHER FAV SCENE-

“Aw, man! What am I going to do? Save April and Mr. O’Neil? But what about Master Splinter?”

HE THINKING OF HIS OWN DADDY TOO! NOT JUST PUTTING APRIL’S FIRST- WAIT! Has Splinter been a part of his plan this whole time?! Does this mean that he hasn’t been working tirelessly just for April, but for his own father too? Sure, getting his crush back and fixing his mistake was a big part of the plan, but this kid clearly has his heart set on curing both. DONNIE, MY DUDE! STOP PROVING YOURSELF TO BE SO GOSH DARN SELFLESS-

“What about me?”

Broski, how long have you been standing there- 🤣🤣

“Oh, um. Hehe, hey- sensei…”

Genius in purple be acting sus. Further proof for new headcanon. Donnie has been planing to turn him human all along and wanted to make it a surprise. He feels awkward when this topic is brought up because A) Might not be able to now. B) he’s so used to keeping it on the down-low.

“Leonardo has informed me of the situation. You must split up to rescue April and find her father.”

Master Splinter knows exactly what’s going through his son’s head and is here to make sure that his priorities are in the right place. His intentions are honorable, but the conflict is unnecessary.

NEXT PERSON WHO SAYS THAT THIS DUDE DOESN’T KNOW HIS KIDS- Well. Honestly. I don’t get where you’re coming from. Respect to your opinion, but… How doesn’t he again?

”I’m sorry, sensei… This is all the retromutegeon I have left.”

HOLD UP- Why are you apologizing??? What did you do other than spend months of your life creating it? Stop with this misplaced guilt! This isn’t your fault! How could is possibly be your fault?! Actions speaking louder than words and your actions have been pure!

SENSEI, TELL HIM HE’S A GOOD BOY-

“I may not be human, but I am fortunate enough to have my humanity. Save Kirby.”

…Or attempt to reassure him of his worries. *cough* That works too.

This sequence tho-

Firm nod from an obedient student, but he still has the sorrow of a reluctant son. Splinter closes his eyes to collect himself, because he knows that he might be giving up his only way to become human, if even for a long while. The way Donnie looks so dejected tho. 🥺🥺

NOT ME THINKING ABOUT HOW HE NEVER TURNED HUMAN BEFORE HE’S RUDELY TAKEN FROM HIS SONS. NOPE. DEFINITELY NOT.

OKAY THAT’S ALL, BACK TO MY HOLE NOW

(Thank you for the encouragement to ramble @honorary-evil-genius)

[twst-drabbles]

Grim 4

Summary: Grim does have amazing magical potential. It just takes a story to bring it out. Though, it might be a bit overkill to bring that to spelldrive practice.

(I am of the opinion that Grim is amazing at magic but his energy doesn’t quite click with the modern way of spell casting. And I have a headcanon that casting spells required incantations that were written as fairy tales way before the modernization of magic. Long, elaborate things.)

So, why were you here when you can’t play in any spelldrive tournament? Well, technically you could with the way the rules are written but unfortunately they clearly favor magic users heavily. So really, you saw no point in participating whatsoever.

Anyways, to answer the question, it’s because of the ghosts. Grim was yapping your ear off about wanting to attend practice, muscles getting all tied up from disuse and whatever other excuse he has, but you only gave in when those three ghosts asked if they could play as well.

They’ve done you a number of favors, acting as both the Ramshackle cleaning crew and a makeshift security system. You respect them, so you’re willing to relent.

So, here you are, standing still on the field knowing full well you can’t touch the disk with your bare hands. Can’t exactly run cause what are you gonna do? May as well be a prop. That and you don’t want the damn disk to make another dent in your skull.

You’re still bitter over that.

“I got the disk, I got the disk!” And there goes Grim, running around in circles as the Savanaclaw team tried to get it out of his control. “Okay, how does it go again? Uh, ‘little flame born on a—’ Ah!”

He rolled just as Ruggie swept down on his broom to swipe at him. Grim kept the disc safe, somehow.

“Huh, what’s he doing?” The thin ghost floated over, tilting his head as Grim continued to grumble.

You crossed your arms. “Trying to remember a story I told him. Apparently it helps him with his spells.”

“Aren’t you going to help him?” And miss him flounder about?

“I’ll give him a minute.”

Eventually, when Grim face planted but still kept the disc tight to himself, he finally whined out. “Uh, can you help me?!”

You gave a thumbs up and projected your voice out. Grim followed suit.

“A little flame was born on a candle wick.

“A bright, brilliant sapphire spark that wanted nothing more than to light up the night.

“It wished to see the stars. It wished to become a star.”

It was a silly little story that popped into your head when you saw the way the flame in his ears flickered.

Grim dodged under, coughing out dirt from his mouth and continued repeating your story.

“It wished to been seen by all and have them be comforted by its strength and warmth.

“But how can it? Stuck to the little wick it was born from?

“All it can do with watch the sky through the window.”

Arrogant little Grim, never honest about his desires. Says he’s too good for anything and yet wants attention.

When Grim was far away enough from the chasing team, he planted his feet on the ground and turned to the goal.

“Worry not, little flame. You will shine in the eyes of so many others.

“Don’t dim yourself with your regrets.”

If he wants to be as brilliant as he wants to be, then he’ll have to work for it.

A pinprick of fire, a light blue spark that burned nearly white appeared in front of his mouth.

Leona, Ruggie and Jack were the fastest to try and close in on him, but all their ears collectively went stiff.

You snapped your fingers and they all ducked instinctively.

“Blaze with the strength of your wishes!”

A thread thin beam of light flashed for a moment before the path was engulfed in pure white flame. The disc was but a comet, flying and clipping the hairs of all the Savanaclaw members that barely managed to dodge. The disc hit the goal, flew right past it, and soared into the sky, leaving behind a glitter trail of dying embers.

Much like the story, the flame became a star, a loud, explosive one, if only for a few moments.

“Huh,” you were the first to break the silence, not at all shocked. “You’re getting better at that, Grim.”

“See that? You better be bowing to me now for my mercy!” Grim was just as chipper as ever. Actually, he’s even more happy now that he got to show that off.

Leona blinked at the sky, then sighed, “Ruggie, get another disc.”

Oh good, you don't have to pay for that.

[papayanna]

I just wrote an essay in someone else's tags about this but honestly it deserves its own post. I'm such a fan of how the writers have reframed Lestat and Louis' romance.

In the IWTV film and the original book, their entire romance is framed through the lens of Louis' bitterness and resentment towards Lestat. Though it is undeniable in both that there is underlying affection and dependency between the two, Louis seems so blinded by his own retrospective remorse about the way things ended with Lestat - plus Claudia's death of course. Plus, I got the distinct impression in both the film and book that Louis is embarrassed about his love for Lestat - I think largely because in hindsight he understands wholly what an asshole Lestat really was, and is ashamed that his younger self fell in love with him so easily. As a consequence, many of the good things about their relationship - especially Louis actually falling in love with Lestat - sort of get glossed over.

I kind of love this framing device and the use of the Obviously Biased Narrator, and I sort of hope we'll see some of that bitterness seep through in Louis' retelling in later episodes, but I think the changes to the story they made in episode one work so wonderfully!

In the TV show, we get to see Louis fall for Lestat in slow motion, every tiny event which pushes him over the edge. The writers go to careful lengths to demonstrate that the love between them was real, liberating, and incredibly significant to Louis. What's more, because Lestat is there right from the beginning, Louis falls in love with Lestat before being turned, rather than after, giving them the chance to actually know each other (and for Louis to have at least a modicum more of informed consent about being turned). In the end, Louis seeks out vampirism to escape being a societal outcast and find acceptance and empathy from someone who promises he is just like him. He seeks understanding, he chooses life and love beyond the constraints of the racist homophobic society he lives in. What a contrast to the suicidal and apathetic Louis of the books! I'm going to be honest, I love this change. It clearly puts WAY more emphasis on the love story between Louis and Lestat rather than just focusing on the themes of grief so present in the original. It also changes the idea of vampirism as something horrible foisted on Louis without his consent, to something he chooses out of love, out of desperation, yes, but also out of hope for a better future. (Though of course we've yet to see just how much Lestat was influencing events!)

In my opinion, IWTV the series and IWTV the book tell two very different stories, and Louis is two very different men in each of them. Aside from the more obvious changes to characters' backstories and appearances, the themes are different as is Louis' driving motivation. (Though I would argue that some of the more obvious changes - like Louis being a Black man - very clearly contribute to thematic changes and the difference in the way his love with Lestat is portrayed. Him constantly fighting for respect from white society and having to prove himself to people he is more than equal to definitely contributes to the thought that he can escape to a 'better' reality through vampirism.)

Anyway, I just love how the writers have changed this story! I think that although it's very different to the source material it definitely offers an equally compelling and beautiful - if thematically different - plot. I'm so excited to see where the series goes from here - for example, will Louis still struggle with Catholic guilt after rejecting Christianity so openly at the end of EP1? Since Louis actively chose vampirism/to be with Lestat, how will that impact their relationship? How will it impact the turning of Claudia? Especially in the context of Lestat's whiteness, has Louis really found the understanding kindred spirit he thinks he has? So many questions. Hopefully the remaining episodes will be just as brilliant as the first!

[randomjreader]

Thank you @azfellco for explaining to me the situation

Honestly, if you want my opinion? I think this whole thing is so stupid, because how is it that after all these months Kit STILL has queerbaiting allegations??

First of all, STOP. ASSUMING. KIT'S (OR ANYONE'S). SEXUALITY. PLEASE. How many more times must the poor guy say that he's comfortable with his own sexuality and just doesn't want to disclose it to the public for personal reasons for people to LEAVE HIM ALONE. Like my god, how can someone watch a show like heartstopper then immediately start contributing to this toxic culture of forcing people out of the closet for your own selfish reasons? There's literally a whole storyline of how badly affected Charlie Spring was after being outed, but that CLEARLY flew over their heads for some reason. It's ridiculous. We're not his friends. We're not his family. We. Are. Just. Fans. We are entitled to ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about his personal life.

Secondly, if for all those who are just so insistent that Kit just HAS to be straight because he held hands with someone of the opposite sex, and therefore should not be playing a queer character, do you even hear yourselves? I've already spoken in depth about my views on straight actors playing queer characters, my general message being that I think it's completely fine so long as they have been handling it respectfully and giving the community the respect it deserves, something I believe Kit has done wonderfully. But more than that, what's up with this weird assumption that someone is definitely heterosexual if they are in a heterosexual relationship??? There is more to sexuality than gay or straight. Take Maia for example. She is openly part of the LGBTQ community, so are y'all going to tell her she's straight and has been lying the whole time, simply because of that few second clip? I DIDN'T THINK SO. This is literally just promoting bi erasure, pan erasure, erasure of any sexuality that isn't simply attracted to the same sex (AND ON BISEXUAL VISIBILITY MONTH TOO???). Once again, how did you watch heartstopper, hear nick nelson say "I still like girls, but I like boys too." AND THEN GO AND DO THIS. I'm convinced some of these people just didn't watch the show and became fans through tiktok edits or something.

Finally, say that they are dating. So what? How does Kit and Maia's personal relationship affect Kit's job as an actor in heartstopper in any way shape or form? Were these people expecting Joe and Kit to get married or something? Or for neither of them to be in relationships with other people ever? I know that they're both the perfect portrayals of Nick and Charlie, but at the end of the day THESE ARE CHARACTERS THAT THEY ARE PLAYING. None of the relationships in shows or movies, romantic especially, need to be translated to real life for us to enjoy the work. If you're that type of person, then by that logic Kit and Maia are technically bringing on screen romance off screen, since they're starring in ACGGTTAT together. Seriously, you can't expect actors to bring every single romantic relationship they portray on screen into real life, that's entirely unrealistic. Also, while I understand the curiosity behind our faves' relationship statuses, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't guilty of that, at the end of the day it's really none of our business (going back to the point of how we are just fans and are owed nothing by public figures). If they're dating, that's great, I'm happy for them. If they're not? Also cool, we love to see a wholesome friendship. Speculate if you must, but don't go digging around the internet for evidence or god forbid, start harassing Kit or Maia about this. Just keep your theories to yourself or at most talk about it casually in a little chat with friends or something. Let's not blow this up into a huge thing and just let them be yeah?

So that's my two cents on this whole situation. Dating or not, I can't wait to see them both in ACGGTTAT, and ofc, I can't wait for season 2 of heartstopper <3

[nevermeyers]

I don't know if this opinion is something "radical", but here goes. I wish TR was a seinen.

[there aren't spoilers here or anything related to the leaks, don't worry + this is just an opinion, if you don't wanna see this just keep scrolling]

I wish it, because it would have given us a deeper exploration of the obscurity of gangs, youthful drug use*, sexual violence**, prostitution*** and the yakuza clans****. I wish it was darker. That doesn't mean it can't have a happy ending ofc!

* haruchiyo. I have the hc that he threw himself into drugs 1) because of the environment in which he moved, because when someone close consumes there is a probability that you will also do so and 2) because having memories of another timeline was unbearable for him

** remember the raped girl in the arch of moebius? or would senju ever be harassed? What about Yuzuha?

*** it only gives us hints about the prostitutes with the first meeting of draken and mitsuya, where mitsuya and one of the girls talk

**** Wakui respected the typical pyramidal structure of a mafia, with its leadership leadership, in the Bonten arc. It was very interesting to see

I only know that if TR had been a seinen the treatment towards certain moments would have been very different and all those shonen clichés (like in these last chapters where they left aside the importance of all the characters just to highlight the relationship between Takemichi and Manjiro) would disappear, leaving a much larger and emotionally stronger work.

If it had been a seinen, the work wouldn't have been directed by and to sell copies. I mean, yeah, it's an industry that only seeks money, but the exploitation of the shonen genre is much greater than the seinen genre, or it gives me that impression.

For example, shonen usually have protagonists of adolescent ages so that the viewer feels identified. We see this in TR with characters who clearly don't act their age.

(I'm just referring to their way of dealing with that environment and making some decisions. Let's remember that there are actually teenagers involved in gangs and if you deny that it's because you probably live in a enough privileged place not to open the news and see they have stabbed a fourteen year old boy)

Shonen are aimed at young audiences who consume and quickly forget. Shonen must satisfy the huge needs of these teenagers, either with fanservice or putting the usual clichés because they know they work.

Things in seinen are much more serious and don't usually focus on constantly pleasing the audience.

If TR was a seinen he probably wouldn't have been as famous as he is, maybe it wouldn't even have had an anime. But, maybe then his ending wouldn't have been so rushed and Wakui would have been able to explore all the hints he gave us throughout the series that things are much bigger than they seem (example: hanma's role in the history + fix the plot holes).

Also, Wakui is an author used to writing seinen. If I'm not mistaken, this is his first shonen and it's just where his narrative (specifically at the end of the story) has weakened. I'm convinced that it's not his fault, because he had been doing great until then.

With this I do not intend to detract from his work! TR is great and I will always appreciate his work. It is my favorite manga precisely because of the things it has made me feel (let's say that my favorites are measured more by the sensations than by the plots, lmao) and its characters feel unique and real.

I'm honestly not mad at this ending. I just think it could have been handled in a much better way, because that's what TR deserves.

On the other hand it makes me be in conflict with myself. I look at the characters and think they're not the same, because they have not lived everything they lived in the other timeline. And all of a sudden I say to myself "wait, are you wishing someone went through trauma just to satisfy you?" it's so strange :')

I have to say that the S62 are the most similar characters to the other timeline. Look at those smiles of enjoying the cruelty hehe I love them

So I'm just saying that maybe it would have been more coherent being a seinen and of course maybe Wakui would have felt more comfortable writing it, since that's what he's used to

He has worked very hard, he himself has said this year that he has had his first week off in a long time, and that he suffers from kidney pain (magazine comments). He deserves all the love and respect.

I don't think any of you like it when a job you've put hours into is detracted just because of its ending. So always remember to say things with respect!

Take care <3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

What are your thoughts and opinions on the friendship between rook and trey. I'd like to see your analysis

This started off as a single paragraph but then it evolved into something much longer--

Personally, I think we need more Science Club content 😤 I really enjoy how Trey and Rook’s personalities play off of each another; it works surprisingly well.

I think Trey tends to get overlooked because his character isn’t that flashy or grandiose compared to others’, but I also think that this is a strength of his. Because he has a more subdued personality, we have someone that plays the role of “straight man” in funny situations involving his wacky classmates. Nowhere is that dynamic more apparent than whenever he’s with Rook, the epitome of weirdness. Rook could be over here telling some fantastical story about slaying a beast with one hand tied behind his back, and then Trey is somewhere off to the side looking exasperated but still nodding along because man, that’s such a Rook thing to say.

Trey’s one of those rare cases where while he’s still confused by some of the things Rook says and does, he’s never really freaked out or disliked him because of it (unlike most of the rest of NRC). He’s just a lot more forthcoming with how he feels about some of the odd things Rook gets up to. For example, Trey clearly communicates that he thinks Rook’s nickname for him is embarrassing, and that he’d prefer if Rook didn’t refer to him in that way. He also just generally grounds Rook when he’s being too flighty, which allows for his pragmatism to clash with Rook’s theatrics.

At the same time, Trey remains very patient with Rook and tries to serve as the social gap between the huntsman and those typically put off by his behavior. It’s essentially Trey that keeps his group together in Endless Halloween Night; he tries to intervene when Sebek threatens Rook, he explains Rook’s odd habit of breaking out into song to Sebek, and he tactfully changes the subject of conversation when he senses that Rook is uncomfortable with it. Trey has gotten used to Rook’s strangeness, but he understands that not everyone else has, and he consistently goes out of his way to assist with that understanding while also ensuring that Rook feels safe with it.

Continuing from a point I just made, something else that I think is often taken for granted is that Trey can actually read Rook very well. In fact, Trey has always been pretty good at reading others, but he usually keeps the information to himself because either no one asked to know/it’s not relevant to what’s going on, or he’s totally aware that the other person wouldn’t want the information leaked. (Case in point, Trey had suspected that Cater didn’t like sweets because it was always Cater suggesting that Trey use his UM to change the flavor of his desserts.) The same applies with Trey’s assessments of Rook. He understands that, in spite of being so outgoing and flowery, Rook really dislikes divulging personal information--so when their juniors start pressing for it, Trey (who usually tries to stay out of conflicts) diverts the topic to something else to distract them. Trey is also able to suspect when Rook has made up stories or is intentionally trying to trick others (ie Sebek by controlling his own heartbeat to appear scared). He’s aware of just how much Rook is able to lie, manipulate, and deceive others when few other people can; most of them just dismiss Rook as a weirdo.

On Rook’s end, it’s clear that he respects Trey and genuinely thinks of him as a friend. Not only are they both vice dorm leaders, but they’re also in the same club. It gives Rook ample time to observe Trey and to get to know him and his skills, even if we aren’t explicitly shown them going out of their way to hang out with one another outside of classes and/or extracurriculars activities. What’s really interesting is that, through these observations, Rook sees Trey’s worth even when Trey himself doesn’t. Like... Trey’s a humble guy, he doesn’t brag about what he can do and he downplays himself by claiming he’s the “normal” one of the group. But Rook can see Trey’s true worth, and he holds him in high regard because of it.

In Happy Beans Day (Lyre-less Brawl), Rook describes Trey as someone who strives to achieve exceptional marks in situations which could reflect upon his dorm or its dorm leader. In other words, Trey is someone who cares about the wellbeing of the group and its individual members more than himself. In fact, Trey would rather avoid drawing attention to himself and isn’t very proactive (which is also something that Rook states). However, Rook also continues and points out that this doesn’t necessarily mean Trey is a weak player. The huntsman acknowledges that Trey has experience with Beans Day, as well as exceptional leadership skills, which make him a very valuable person to team up with. Rook also notices Trey's general knowledge, such as how he pays attention to presentations given in Science Club, no matter how random the information may be (like catfish fun facts). Through this, we can deduce that Rook not only understands what Trey’s strengths and weaknesses are, but that he also appreciates them and knows when they may become of use. He hid in wait in the Botanical Garden all this time just waiting for Trey to appear for that. He praises Trey when Trey brushes off what he knows as "no big deal". Rook is consistently a cheerleader and a hype man for him.

Rook’s interpretation of Trey, oddly enough, also a far more accurate take than many of what many Heartslabyul dorm members would give to describe their vice. Various mobs, as well as notable cast members like Ace and Deuce, say that Trey is reliable and like a “big brother” that shows them the ropes whenever needed, despite Trey often hinting that he can be mischievous or that he is “not a good person”. No one seems to take Trey’s self-declarations all that seriously because they assume he’s joking or they’re unwilling to see past the usual kindness he projects. (I want to be clear here that I’m NOT claiming Trey’s a secret Evil Mastermind; I’m only stating that even in-universe, people reduce Trey to the “kind big brother” archetype and think that’s his entire personality when it is only a part of who he is.) But that’s what makes his relationship with Rook so interesting--because Rook can see the less savory side of Trey, but he also lets Trey just do his own thing and avoids bringing attention to that part of him, just as Trey does for Rook. They have such a mutual respect for one another, and it’s really nice to see play out in their various interactions.

Anyway, this is me spreading the Science Club agenda 🤡

[aquz]

Hello! I absolutely adore your writing. If it's okay, could I please request azul, vil, & cater with a mizuki akiyama-like s/o, who often talks abt their ideas on how 2 customize clothing, and such, and in general has a big interest in fashion?

MIZUKI AKIYAMA! READER « HCs

mizuki-like! reader who loves everything fashion!

⭑ warnings? n/a

⭑ characters? azul ashengrotto, vil schoenheit, cater diamond

azul loves you and your love for fashion so much!

when he first met you, the way you dressed caught his eye. it was so unique and beautiful, and then you proceeded to compliment him?? as he sees you more and more, he slowly falls in love with the way you express yourself through clothes and how you seem to make him feel gorgeous as well.

when he gets to know you more, he notices how much happier you are when you talk about fashion. your eyes sparkle and you straighten your posture. azul also studied human fashion before coming to land, and he's so lucky he gets to see it up close instead of just in a book. he'll gently ask you to explain your outfit to him as he gently touches it.

he will always listen to you ramble! if you want to suggest some new outfit for him, he'll definitely listen since you clearly know what you're talking about! you once mentioned how good he would look in a certain color and a few days later, his usual jacket is replaced with one of the color you suggested. he feels confident too!!

azul does actually study and remember what you say. he will find a way to use the information you have so kindly given him! he's also not afraid to buy you anything you need, from materials to just clothes. i believe gift giving is one of his love languages after all!! azul is always down to watch you customize your clothes, maybe even his as well!! or just sit in his office while he works and you do your own thing! azul can't get enough of you.

vil is happy to share his interest with someone on such a level.

vil also loves fashion, he's a model after all. he sees you one day and his first thought is 'my, they're so.. aesthetically pleasing!'. he makes a point to strike up conversation. if you happen to know him, you might freak out when THE VIL SCHOENHEIT is asking about your outfit.

you are his new favorite. he loves to take you out shopping, and he loves to share fashion opinions. he thinks you actually look amazing and that's SOMETHING coming from vil. you both sit in his room and customize clothes while raving about the newest trends and the old ones you still like. although vil knows what looks good on him and others, he's not afraid to try what you suggest. maybe a new look he's had yet to hear about? vil might just find something he likes~~

if you show an interest in vil's work, he'll bring you along to model alongside him! he'll pitch your clothing designs to the top dogs and ask to display them in magazines. though if you would rather keep your designs to yourself, he'll respect it but he'll still ask if you want to do anything with his outfit. (just saying, if you want to, you can literally become a clothing designer for a top brand.. or work for vil personally!!)

vil absolutely loves your opinions on fashion. though you're dressing him up, he'll dress you up too! do your makeup and hair, give you some of his clothes and bam! you're not vil-ified. epel is so happy somebody else is taking his spot and is running to heartslabyul while rook is watching you both from the doorway. maybe you can convince him to let you dress him up too?

cater thinks you're absolutely magicam worthy!

he probably first saw you on magicam, and he LOVEDEDD your outfits! your posts were so well taken, and the outfits really tied it all together. one day he sees you out in public and asks for a picture, in which he posts and then goes on about his day.... until he keeps seeing you.

you both become friends through the internet but start hanging out in real life. cater actually much prefers you to talk, so talk all about fashion!! he'll stay quiet and listen to you talk all about it. a part of him is reminded of his sisters and he feels really comfortable around you. you have a familiar and comforting aura.... he loves it. cater will even let you hack his magicam a few times, you bring in interactions and make cay-cay more relevant.

cater wants nothing more than for you to dress him up too. he'll wear anything from skirts and dresses to jumpsuits. he doesn't care!! as long as he's cute, he's down! get experimental too, cay-cay is the perfect mannequin, he'll sit pretty while you walk around him, fixing up the outfit. give him permission and he'll livestream it too, letting others in on the process of clothing customization to fashion design. his followers love to watch.

photoshoots, promotion, free advertising... cater's got you!!! he's thankful you're sharing such a big part of yourself with him, so he obviously gotta pay you back! oh, and any clothing recommendations are appreciated. cater loves to think of how he'll look dressed in different aesthetics. skater boy and e-boy aesthetics were getting bland for him, so the random mix up was appreciated! oh, and cater might be spam liking all your new posts of you both matching outfits. he may just say it's because he's hes in it, but he for sure saves it because you're next to him.

[the-wild-candy]

PAC - What do you and your fs have in common

This pac includes a moodboard for your relationship dynamic with your future spouse (credits to @rain-on-sunshine )

This idea was suggested by @ab13th

If you have trouble choosing a pile then close your eyes, take a deep breath and the first pile you see after opening your eyes will have your answer.

This is for entertainment purposes only. Take what resonates, leave what doesn't.

Pile 1

Your and your person are both complex yet powerful. You are organized and you think clearly. Mental clarity and strength of will is important to you. You don't fear voicing out your opinions.

You both could have faced many financial pitfalls or maybe you missed quite a few opportunities in your life. Because of this you might constantly remind yourself about your goals and dreams.

There is talent here but so is the experience you get from that. You both have mastered some sort of a skill. You do put effort in making your present better through the lessons of the past. Although I feel like currently your energies are blocked which is preventing you to move further.

You and your future spouse might like to take a break for some time and go for a walk. You both seem to love nature in some way. I am seeing two people in a boat with hats on and there is clear water around them. It's possible that you both love travelling or going on adventures together.

You both know about the power your hold within yourselves. You both love to learn about new things and gain more knowledge. This pile gives me such 'wise' vibes.

Furthermore, I feel like many of you are work oriented people but there is also this element to have fun and let go of things. This is something you and your future spouse might have in common.

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Something which you have in common with your future spouse is your vibe. Before it starts sounding absurd, let me explain. You both radiate the same energies. Both warm, positive and calm. You have a pure heart, so do they. Your mental health is important to you and it shows.

But then again, neither of you had it easy. Its just that you like to find inner peace within yourself and your surroundings. You and your future spouse could both be out of touch with your creative energies. I see some blockages here. (Something about use of abusive words is coming through - not spoken in a harsh way but they were supposed to hit ).

Your thought process will be similar. The way you will organise things and plan your next step will go hand in hand. You both understand how important it is to remain patient.

With this also comes balance and even handedness. You might like to stay out of bs. You and your person hold great inner strength and the good part about this is that you know it already.

Courage and compassion is also what you'll have in common. Other than that, I feel like you both are protective over your people and things.

You might like playing a musical instrument and so do they. Your creative abilities match with each other. You both might worry a lot sometimes.

For some reason I am hearing 'orphanage', maybe you guys like kids or feel connected to them or nature in some way. You both like beaches too.

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The first thing that I picked up when I started reading for you was how devoted you will be to each other. You two share mutual energies. It's possible that you value your time a lot and because of that you believe in bonding with people without wasting any of it. You both could be into charity work as well.

You both go silent when you need to contemplate things and untangle your thoughts. Rather than creating a havoc about it, you believe in solitude and inner truths.

You give respect to those who deserve it. In fact you both are someone who likes to maintain harmony. You think about your decisions and their consequences. Maybe even about how your decisions can have an impact on others.

It's possible that you have to keep reminding yourself to not lose faith when you face some sort of conflicts in your life. But despite this, you practice self control.

One thing which you and your future spouse will have in common is selflessness. You both look at the world in the same way. Your thought processes are so similar its almost scary. It's like one can read the other's mind.

You view love the same way as your person does. Your ideas of having fun and keeping a balance with your work is common too. Wow, this was one hell of a pile. Two of cups combined with the lovers, feels magical.

© the-wild-candy

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[apatheticlexicographer]

psychoanalyzing the stranger things marketing team for fun and profit: “the heart”

(brainrot set in thanks to this post go read it it’s straight facts)

i think i know the strat the marketing team are using here.

in all the merch related to will’s painting and his corresponding speech they’re trying to frame it in a seemingly very platonic way. by having erica there in the new postcard design they’re basically just making it an “oh look these are the characters who play D&D, how fun” type thing. that holds up okay unless you actually watch the goddamn show, even as a GA member, because will’s painting is undeniably romance coded for TWO canon pairings (an “unrequited” pairing is still canon). with that in mind, the forcefully platonic approach in the marketing is so blatantly full of shit it’s kind of funny.

that being said, the people in charge of marketing have a pretty good reason for it, or at least a logical one. they can’t market the painting as a m’leven thing, even if that might be more profitable in the short term (i don’t even know if that’s true these days tbh), because anybody who’s seen the show knows that the entire m’leven approach to it is a straight up lie on will’s part. not even a lie to the audience, either, because we’re fully in the loop with it. it’s only mike and, by extension through his answering monologue, el who believe it. they can’t sell m’leven merchandise that centers around an unresolved lie, that just... doesn’t work. they also doubly can’t market it as a m’leven thing because after s5 people are gonna be pissed if they discover they were being conned into spending their money on merchandise for the opposite ship in the love triangle.

on the other hand, they cant market it as (romantically) byler-centric yet, because that blows the lid way too soon. considering how conservative of an approach (conservative as in moderation not as in boomer politicians) they took to directly indicating byler canon, they don’t want it being confirmed til s5. they dedicated a lot in s4 to m’leven being bones and obscuring mike’s true feelings about either of his love interests, but very little to explicit byler canon indicators (i’m not talking about deep subtext, i’m talking about the implications a GA member can pick up on after one viewing). since it’s clearly a close kept secret that they want to build up to revealing, they aren’t about to show their hand over merch of all things. this is probably both for the shock impact of the reveal and how “groundbreaking” it would be or whatever (which it would) and also to retain the maximum viewer base in the build up to the finale. regardless of how GA opinions are shifting away from m’leven, disliking mike and el doesn’t equate to liking mike and will, and though the show isn’t made for conservatives at allll (now i do mean it in the boomer politician sense lol) there are inevitably a lot of people in the audience who would throw a major tantrum and boycott s5. the duffers’ statement that they’re not going to let what the audience wants influence where they take the story is a major green flag for byler in this respect, but netflix can’t have viewer counts dipping for the finale of their flagship show.

by marketing the painting ambiguously platonically they get to keep the m’levens and homophobes placated because it doesn’t pose any direct threat to them, and keep the bylers and LGBTQ audience engaged because we see through their shit and take it as the byler dub it is.

[eternalglitch]

Have you ever felt pressured to change small parts of the plot so it matches what people think will happen? I'm not sure if you ever said that Leo would use a scarf to hide his scars, but people kind of just assumed that would happen (i did too jsjs). I'm not asking for spoilers but, for example, have you felt the need to add a scarf so you won't "disappoint" your readers? (Also you won't disappoint no one! Your writing is amazing and disappointment is basically impossible with your work).

Haha! A very valid question.

Fanfiction is often written in live time, unless you are one of those writers that prewrites the whole thing before posting (my major respect but I could NEVER.) And often it is still just you and your work and a few nice comments and that is it. I would say that smaller fic will still inevitably be influenced by the fandom and what the author consumes in that fandom, but it's usually not very direct.

And then once in a while you have a fic such as Like Father Like Son, which is an entirely different monster. I have people writing theories and essays about it. (One I saw recently where ohhhh they are on to me. I won't tip my hand at all as to who or what it was, but I sent it very excited to a few beta readers like look!! My foreshadowing is working! Not even anyone in my server guessed this one yet!)

The short answer is yes. It has changed thanks to the readers. Some of the more major changes came to be because one of my friends (all met through writing this fic) hopped into my dms with art, or a thought, or a theory. And I liked it so much I asked to use it. April alone in Draxum's lab was thanks to @aoshimaonwards and a future Mikey line of dialogue is thanks to @jinbugs. I slipped in the phrase "all eyes on him" as a nod towards @soldrawss and her animatic in another chapter, and yeah, the scarves didn't even occur to me until all the fanart suddenly had it and I went "wait, yeah, that IS a great idea. How can I expand on that in a way that works?" If I don't like it, I just ignore it. Simple as that.

Having readers influence you is not something to be afraid of in your own work, so long as you don't steal ideas and ensure everyone participating is having fun (including yourself!). My friends tend to be the most influential, of course, but sometimes a comment or something will lead my brain down a rabbit hole and allows me to improve lfls in a way I wouldn't have spotted on my own.

It's not sad that this fic would be different if I had written it in isolation or before anyone knew about it and had a chance to influence me. It just has the fingerprints of people that also love this fic just as much as I do added next to mine.

THAT BEING SAID. The worst thing an author can do is 100% listen to their audience when they know it doesn't make sense for their own thing. I know and trust my calls on how things should go, and I stick with them, because that is what drew so many people to my work in the first place. I very clearly remember after the Battle Nexus arc a few people wrote me essays about how I was wrong, Leo should have been saved there, I was dragging the story out and ruining everything. Considering the arcs I had for Raph and Donnie that required the Weapon arc, plus all of the other aspects of it I had planned, I could clearly see how it was an important part of Like Father Like Son and just kept on going.

As the author, I already have hindsight of how the arcs and character development will go; the readers do not. That's where you do need the strength to trust yourself, and your writing, because if people are reading it and talking about it you are doing something right already.

You won't ever be able to please everyone. Some people might be disappointed with what I do down the line in Like Father Like Son. At this point, it's almost inevitable because I have so many of you reading it that there are a hundred different opinions on how it should go and only a single route I can choose. But I showed the people whose opinions I trust as highly as my own my plans and they were all so excited so if I'm wrong, and they're wrong, then I guess I'll just be wrong on my story's ending. This was a fanfic started for just me, and at the end of the day that's who I want to reread it and love every second of it (plus now all of my friends that helped support my silly little endeavors).

[drdemonprince]

hi devon! i recently binged all your medium articles, your writing hits so close to home and has opened so many doors of self-reflection for me, thank you. one of your latest ones was about porn and autism, i have some differing opinions on porn itself, but i enjoyed your perspective on it.

i would love to hear your thoughts on autism and hypersexuality in a broader sense. i’m someone that’s recently realised how much my premature exposure to sexuality and porn in childhood made me hypersexual in a way that really stunted my personal growth and had me traumatising myself with my own compulsive sexual behavior. as an undiagnosed autistic adhd kid i was just grasping after any form of stimulating and self-soothing behavior, but also looking after ways to make myself more interesting and appealing to peers and most importantly boys (because interest from men = value as a human i learned early on). i think i could’ve figured out gender and sexuality stuff a little earlier and avoided my comphet phase had it not been for how obsessed i was with sexualising and objectifying myself in my tweens and early teens tbh. i hope to see more people talking about autism and sexuality. my heart breaks thinking about how so many demonise kids with problematic sexualised behavior when they’re literal children trying to figure out this having a body thing and there’s usually grown-ups around them standing idly by doing nothing effective to help.

Hi there! I love hearing from people who don't share my perspective completely but can still get a lot out of my work.

I alluded to this yesterday, but I don't believe hypersexuality or hyposexuality are a thing. Where do we draw the line where it becomes pathological, and why? Clearly humans have varied in how much they desire and think about sex since the beginning of time, and while we still have not figured out a respectful, appropriate way to cope with the fact of it, children also sometimes have an interest in sex and masturbation and a curiosity about it that is completely value neutral. It's just a thing that happens because children are living human beings.

Unfortunately we inhabit a paradigm where this is supposed to be either ignored or punished and discouraged, and anyone who does bring it up is viewed as having some ulterior motive beyond the liberation of children from abuse. And so if a child is curious about sex or driven to explore it in some way, they only means they have of pursuing that interest is by consuming adult material, which a lot of people look back on having done with a variety of different feelings. It sounds like you saw a lot of porn from a young age that really gave you unhelpful expectations for yourself and others and that it really hurt you, and I'm really sorry to hear that.

I consumed a lot of adult content as a child and a teen, not just porn but also real life gore and jump scare videos and elaborate, violent sexual stories, and of all those experiences, the only one that seemed to scar me was the jump scare videos. Seriously, newgrounds fucked me up, and not because I was playing games like Orgasm Angel. It was shit like kikia that fucked me up. The potential that my most beloved friend, the computer, could start screaming at me and showing me dead babies at any moment meant I was on edge and obsessively read all the comments on every video I ever viewed for like... seven or eight years. Even if a friend or classmate wanted to show me a youtube video, I forced them to read through all the comments and convince me it wasn't a jumpscare video first. For like years.

It might be that the only reason I was able to watch and read and play a lot of porn online as a kid without any real adverse effects was because I had a really specific fetish, and so most of the content I was able to view was of an obviously fictional and fantastical variety or was made directly by the people who starred in it. As I wrote in my essay, I'm glad that I started watching brainwashing gifs on weird websites and masturbating to them as a kid. It helped me feel less alone in my fetish and it didn't scar me, and provided a sexual outlet that was actually pretty safe and private and didn't put me in contact with any adults. It was a really nice pressure valve, a way to stim and zone out and regulate my breathing and get off, and finding content like that helped me to realize there was a whole big wide world out there where freaks like me could be okay.

THAT said, I can understand your experience! Porn didn't fuck me up as a kid, but I did learn some really pernicious sexual norms as a teen, because I had abstinence only education at school and I obsessively read Dan Savage's advice column Savage Love as a replacement for having any kind of credible sex ed. I used to worship Dan Savage. I met him for pancakes once, you can read about my whole complex relationship to him and his work in a very old piece I wrote pre transition here:

Dan Savage's work was really influential on me and on a lot of people of my generation. From his stuff, I learned that I should be good, giving, and game for just about anything a partner wanted -- which meant I pressured myself to do things I didn't always want to do. He normalized a kind of casual, unarticulated nonmonogamy among people of my age group including everyone I dated -- and so being open without really discussing what that meant was the norm for me from age 19 until about age 23.

Dan Savage wrote that blowjobs come standard and that any model who is not equipped with them should be returned to the lot -- thats really how he described women who didn't do oral. As broken cars. Dan Savage said that asexuals should only date other asexuals and probably werent real anyway. He said vaginas looked like canned hams dropped from great heights. He said a gay trans guy who couldnt take T for health reasons was 'delusional' for wanting to date fellow gay men. Reading Dan Savage fucked me up, and it's not even his fault -- he was just an outspoken faggot with an advice column that was always clear in reflecting his biases and agendas, and I was just a horny confused kid with no sex education and no where else to learn about sex other than porn and the back of the local alternative mag.

So, this is all a very long and meandering way of saying that I'm sorry you also got attached very young to untrustworthy sources of sexual information and that they also scarred you and left you pressured to be something you were not. I was there. I think many of my generation were and some still are. and not just the Autistics. I know so many people who got swept up in the messages that conventional porn and writers like dan savage had to peddle -- straight people, queer people, poly people, disabled people, everyone. The sad part is that Dan Savage for all his faults was still a lot more progressive than where many of my peers turned, which was sites like efukt or the predecessors to the chan sites and shit. It was brutal out there.

It's also the case that many of us Autistic people are prone to intense fixation and rumination and obsession, by neurotypical standards, sometimes to our detriment, sometimes in a completely neutral way that would cause us zero harm if it weren't for all the societal stigma and judgement. and that can mean that, especially when we are lonely and closeted teens, that we retreat into a lot of damaging digital messages and imagery, and I think a lot of bad, sexist straight porn unfortunately played that role in a lot of people's lives. My version of that was instead compulsively reading pro ana livejournals (as a teen) and then later terf detransition blogs (in my 20s). So again I don't think it's necessarily a phemoneon of porn per se, but obviously there is a lot of really toxic shit out there that has warped a lot of people's viewpoints around sex and relationships, I can't deny that.

I wish I knew what the solution was to help prevent future generations of kids from going through the kinds of damage you and I went through, but I think we are so far from being prepared as a culture to have this conversation that most attempts to broach it end up making things worse for kids in all kinds of scary new ways -- parents heavily monitoring and controlling their kids browsing habits for example. That sure as hell isn't going to help a closeted queer kid who is exploring themselves in most cases. Instead of building a world that is more liberatory and supportive to kids, we just keep trying to control them more and more, and impose more and more strict standards on them, which always hurts the weirdest and queerest among us the worse. It fucking sucks. Shit. i really am going to have to write about about child liberation one day wont i

[eudaimaniacs]

In You, I Found Peace (Nanami Kento x Reader)

character/universe: nanami kento (jujutsu kaisen)

word count: 2.2k words (8 minutes)

warning/s: spoilers (?) that could hint something, read at your own caution and my chaotic writing.

notes: yay! my first long imagine and i know it's out of place for me to post a jujutsu kaisen fanfic but i'll post some more next week. i hope i don't cringe from this. hope you enjoy!

Nanami couldn't believe what was happening right now.

He never considered that his lifestyle would provide him with something opposite. The world around him prohibited enjoyment of all the calm things in life. Nanami knew he lived a dangerous life and was often on the brink of death. He wasn't interested in having a relationship when he had curses and other suspicious people plotting to kill him and his fellow sorcerers. Nanami was clear that all the danger would only stay with him, and he would continue a calm life after finishing his business.

When you came to his life, Nanami was shocked yet persistent that he would not have a relationship with you. You were an innocent bystander and didn't deserve to go through what he did in the jujutsu world. Nanami had to sanction you from witnessing the horrors of the lifestyle and career he chose because of one incident. You never knew and noticed the many red flags Nanami was hiding because he was stoic and didn't say anything out of place. So, you were shocked to hear the revelation when both of you argued after Nanami tried avoiding you for three weeks.

You respected and agreed that you would forget Nanami and live in peace. It was sad to see that he chose the dangerous jujutsu world and that one day, Nanami would be gone. You cried for weeks and tried thinking of ways that the relationship could strive even in this crisis. But, no, Nanami's warnings held you off from thinking clearly of a solution. You respected his opinion and choice, but the risk you're willing to take might become a heavy burden in the end.

After trying to think of a way to have a relationship with Nanami, you gave up and decided to go on with your life, as he said. That should've been the ending to this story, but sometimes life has a way of twisting things. A man Nanami knew named Gojo Satoru recognized you and decided to talk with you. Both of you conversed on each person's relationship with Nanami, and it was clear to you how Nanami felt entering into a relationship with you during these difficult times. You were shocked to hear more about the jujutsu world and how every sorcerer accepted death.

You cried and told Gojo that it would be better to forget all of this and live a boring, average life. Gojo agreed with what you said, but he was willing to back up your relationship with Nanami. You protested, saying that you don't want two people suffering from one's poor decision. Being the most powerful sorcerer alive, Gojo insisted that he has the solution to help you and Nanami strive in a relationship while staying in the jujutsu world.

It didn't work for the first time because Nanami thought you were gone from his world for good. You cried and tried to explain why you came back to his life. He didn't care and asked Gojo for you to forget all of these. Gojo scoffed at Nanami's decision because he knew Nanami was suffering but wouldn't admit it. After many persuasions and arguments, Nanami finally gave up and reluctantly had a relationship with you.

He was frustrated yet saddened that he didn't convince you enough to leave him. Nanami wanted the best for you, yet you were here, running back to him for some reason. The first months of the "relationship" were tiresome and emotional as both of you would have arguments ending with you crying and trying to convince Nanami to give this a shot. It wasn't affectionate, and you thought twice about the decision you made. Part of you was telling that this was right and Nanami needs you, but the other was regret and disappointment that you let yourself in again despite Nanami's warning.

Upon entering the end of the year, both of you became more affectionate and forgiving in the relationship. Nanami began to show his softer and romantic side and started to open up a bit more. You were happy and relieved to see him in this state rather than having the stoic and vanilla Nanami Kento. Mornings with him were no longer sad and a burden but a chance for Nanami to start the relationship with a nice touch. Dinners were also fun and calm as you would talk about some memories you remembered while working with odd people. Both of you avoided talking about the jujutsu world when Nanami was home because it was an unspoken rule engraved in the house.

Nanami showered you with some luxurious gifts, and in return, you gave him the peace he didn't seek before. You were relieved that Nanami separated the dangerous life he chose and the lover he thought would be gone from his life. He appreciated your endurance and will to continue this relationship despite the current events in the jujutsu world trying to tear them apart. Nanami wished that his life would stay this way forever.

However, the harmful effects of the jujutsu world proved to be the breaking point of the relationship. You didn't know what was going on because you couldn't fight curses, nor even see them. It was up to Nanami and his colleagues to stop the doom from spreading across Japan. So, it was worrisome to see a text from Yuji Itadori telling you to escape Japan and find refuge in another place. You were scared but accepted that after this event, you won't see Nanami ever again.

You went to Kuantan, Malaysia, because Nanami mentioned his desire to live there with you. You thought this was the bittersweet ending to your relationship with Nanami because you were staying in a place where he wanted to reside in peace, but Nanami was not with you. You tried accepting and thinking about the worst-case scenario imaginable when you're going to receive a final text from one of Nanami's co-workers. You even tried entering into a new relationship to distract you from the tragedy both of you expected in the first place.

The first weeks were spent on you sulking and crying that you lost the man you gave your life to. You went to the beautiful beaches to distract yourself from the world Nanami was living in. Nothing worked as you would imagine yourself with Nanami enjoying each other in a place that was close to peace. Even starting a new relationship proved to be more difficult as the man didn't have the qualities Nanami had. He was too cheesy, predictable, and didn't respect the upset emotions you were clearly showing. You avoided the man for good and hoped to whoever was up there that Nanami will come back to you in one piece.

After two months of prayers and wishful thinking, you decided to give up on hoping that Nanami's alive and start a new life without him. You began to delete all your contacts with the people Nanami knew. They didn't notify you about what happened and assumed that you already understood what happened to Nanami. You didn't send a farewell message to either Gojo or Itadori because it was painful for you to write your grief about Nanami's possible passing.

As you were slacking off and distracting yourself from the world around you, you suddenly received a message from someone. It was an unknown number, and you thought nothing of it. You didn't bother reading the notice and deleted it immediately because you were trying to avoid all of the messages that Nanami passed away.

The texts from the unknown number kept popping up, and you decided to answer it. The first one asked where you were, and your state was for the moment. The second one told you that Japan was safe and you could enter again to live your life. The third text informed you what had happened in the past months and reminded you again that Japan was secure for you to visit. Then the latest one pieced together who was messaging you this whole time.

You cried as you knew that Nanami was alive and well. You replied and told him that you were fine, and he should come to Kuantan to meet you. Nanami agreed with the offer but recommended that you should come to Japan for him to explain the situation better. So, you went back to your homeland, excited to finally see Nanami again.

To say you were relieved was an understatement because your relationship with Nanami was a risky bargain and every decision both of you made paid off. From the start, both of you knew that someone would die and the other would weep about their death. So, it was overwhelming to see the tides of life turning in your favor and Nanami finally getting his peace.

Nanami decided he would leave the jujutsu world for good even when another dangerous situation arose. You were happy to see Nanami setting his foot down and prioritizing his peace over the harmful life he went back to. His colleagues were saddened to see a professional sorcerer retiring after all that happened. Still, they respected Nanami's resolution and planned to give him a bittersweet farewell party.

Months before going back to Kuantan, you and Nanami had a heart-to-heart conversation and how you were happy to see him choosing to live in peace. Nanami was affectionate and appreciated your longevity with him despite the many things you could've done without him. It was fun and endearing to see Nanami crack a joke with you and discuss his plan in his life with you.

So, Nanami made a choice that would cement his relationship with you.

He wanted to marry you.

You became emotional as you never expected Nanami to plan all of this out. You immediately accepted his proposal and began planning two parties for his friends to enjoy and a calmer one when both of you come back to Kuantan. Itadori was ecstatic as he saw his mentor finally having a better life, and Gojo teased Nanami as usual that his friend was marrying someone opposite.

The first celebration was joyful yet calm since Nanami didn't want any of the stress that Gojo and Itadori brought when they were too upbeat. It was bittersweet that Nanami was saying goodbye to the people he considered friends in his boring life. He wanted to keep the company despite the many annoying times he spent with them, but Nanami sometimes enjoyed their friendship, and it was the closest he felt to being in peace.

So, you made another deal that twice a year you and Nanami would come back to Japan and reunite with his jujutsu friends. It contradicted Nanami's decision to erase all contact, but you considered his feelings and concluded that he needed to see them for some time. Gojo was more than happy to hear the deal because he was going to miss the stoic man he enjoyed teasing.

Nanami bid farewell for the meantime to his fellow sorcerers and they wished both of you a happy and peaceful life. Finally, you and Nanami could spend this time loving each other in serenity. Unlike the past months of staying at Kuantan with sadness, now, you were with the love of your life. Both of you were the happiest during these moments. Nanami smiled often and became more adventurous in the relationship. You scrubbed off the despair you felt from the past and replace it with content and love.

One moment that stood out was your dance with him in the beautiful sunset at the beach. You were running along the shore and wanted to dip yourself back in the water, but Nanami insisted that both of you should have dinner and sleep. You laughed as you did in the whole day and Nanami lightly smiled at your weird yet joyful antics.

Nanami came closer to you and neglected the waves that were crashing on his pants. He embraced and kissed your head as you hummed and played with your hair. Nanami began to sway his hips and you began to laugh at his sudden action. Both of you giggled and danced until Nanami spun you around to kiss you.

It was a beautiful and meaningful kiss even if it was short. Nanami finally had what he was wishing for: a beautiful place, a calm life, and a thoughtful lover staying with him. He didn't expect that his life would turn this way after all the things he went through. Nanami thought he deserved a worse and more boring life because of the many decisions and events he went through. Now, he was experiencing the opposite and living the life he thought was far out of reach. He smiled and thanked any divine being who brought this to him.

Nanami smiled and lovingly stared at you when both of you stopped kissing. You giggled and beamed at him for being affectionate and reminded him of the dinner date he promised. Nanami stared again and kissed your forehead for the final time before going out to eat.

Nanami was grateful that he was spending the rest of his life with someone who stayed with him despite the difficulties. He appreciated that you were the only thing keeping him peaceful at the present until the day he dies. Nanami was thankful that in you, he finally found peace.

eudaimaniacs © 2022

[captains-simp]

Can I get a request where Yelena's dating R and has been for a while because things are going great but Natasha (being the protective big sister she is) realllllyyyy doesn't like R and R keeps making things worse because Nat intimidates her and all bdaksnakwk😭 and she finally accepts R when she gets caught up in a mission somehow and almost dies for Yelena🥺

Nat simps: Nat doesn't like the relationship because she's jealous

Me: n-no

Nat simps: she actually loves R😃

Me: guys no-

Nat simps: but-

Me: N O

(You guys are getting a big Natasha fic after this, calm your tits🙄)

3.6k words

Warnings: graphic injury description, implied torture and murder

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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"My sister does not hate you." Yelena chuckled as she opened the car door and stepped out. You stayed put for a second, staring up at the Avenger's tower as you chewed your lower lip.

"She definitely does." You mumbled as you stepped out of the car yourself. Yelena held her hand out for you to take, marginally helping your nerves when she gave it a reassuring squeeze. She noticed your silence and tried again.

"Okay maybe she's not your biggest fan right now but she'll warm up to you. I did." The blonde winked. You bit back a smile and rolled your eyes. "The others sure as hell love you." You hummed in response, you couldn't argue with that. You got on with the other heroes like a house on fire. "And I love you." Yelena said earnestly as you stopped outside the main door for your girlfriend to plant a soft, quick, kiss on your lips.

"I love you too." You said with a smile.

"There she is." She grinned back as she stroked your cheek with her index finger. "Now come on, I'm starving."

"You ate that bag of M&Ms in the car." You laughed as Yelena led you through the building. The blonde scoffed.

"They only half fill them, y/n." She complained. "So it was half a bag." It was hard to argue with that logic. 

You made your way through to the top floor of the building, all while holding onto the expensive wine bottle you bought. Your hands were sweating so much so you held onto the bottle with both hands, not trusting your grip. The last thing you needed was to smash it on any of Tony's expensive carpets. You were met with a round of laughter when the elevator doors opened, presenting the Avengers all sat around the living area. Their eyes turned to you and Yelena with wide smiles and they all shouted hellos across the room. Wanda gave you a warm hug as Yelena high fived Bucky and you felt your nerves soften. 

"She's just finishing up." Wanda said knowingly. You wondered for a brief second if she had taken a peek into your mind but when you looked at the redhead she was smiling reassuringly at you and you realized it must have been obvious that you were anxious to see her again. Unlike Yelena, everyone else could tell you were Natasha's least favourite person. "For what it's worth she seems to be in a pretty good mood tonight." Wanda assured.

"Whose in a pretty good mood tonight?" Came the voice you had been dreading to hear. Natasha strolled into the living room with a content smile on her face but halted in her tracks once she saw you. You locked eyes for longer than you were comfortable with but you were determined not to look away. Sometimes you thought that if you asserted yourself more then maybe Natasha would at least respect you. Today wasn't the day for that because you looked away quicker than you would have hoped to. In your defence, it was really hard to maintain eye contact with the Black Widow. 

"What's she doing here?" Natasha spat. Oh. You winced as you rubbed the back of your neck, clearly the Russian wasn't aware that you were attending the dinner too. 

"I told you she was coming." Yelena said as she strolled towards her sister and gave her a bear hug. Natasha continued to glare at you from over her sister's shoulder. 

"I thought you were meant to be on a mission."

"Luckily it was over by lunch." You smiled weakly. "Meant there was still brownie left in the cafeteria." You laughed awkwardly but Natasha didn't respond. 

"If you want, I could give you the recipe for my brownies." Wanda said in an attempt to ease the overwhelming tension in the room. The Sokovian was always the best at that and you were sure it was entirely down to her calm demeanour.

"Really?" You asked hopefully as you all made your way to the dinner table. You avoided Natasha's eyes the whole time but consequently ended up taking a seat opposite her. You froze when you sat down, already under her heated gaze once again. You gulped thickly and turned to Yelena while you tried to ignore the pair of emerald eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

The rest of the dinner wasn't altogether awkward but it wasn't the most comfortable you'd ever been. Natasha didn't acknowledge you, though it was rare that she did, and you both engaged in separate conversations with the rest of the team. You had never known if there was a particular reason the redhead didn't like you. You guessed it was down to her being protective of her little sister, something you could understand given all they had been through. But you would never hurt your girlfriend, in fact you would do anything to avoid that. So it bothered you that there was nothing you could do to sway Natasha's opinion of you, because you had literally tried everything. You had been dating her sister for six months. Surely if she was going to accept you it would have happened already. 

When dinner was finished Natasha excused herself as Yelena picked up some plates and took them to the kitchen. You were hooked on a story Sam was telling when they left, both your elbows on the table as your face rested in your hands, eagerly waiting for Sam to reveal how he was able to escape a whole squadron of planes with a malfunctioning suit. As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, you didn’t get to experience half the things the Avengers did. Sure, you had had some crazy missions and your fair share of close calls, but their stories always won. 

Once Sam dramatically finished his story with some over the top sound effects, you noticed Yelena had missed a few plates and still wasn’t back. With the dishes in your hands, you made your way to the kitchen, soon hearing the strong accent of your girlfriend. “You're being unfair.” She scolded with a hushed aggression. 

“I’m trying to protect you, Lena.” Natasha’s voice fired back. Your ears pricked up at the verb and you were unsure of whether or not to leave the plates on a near table and go or stay to hear about the apparent threat your girlfriend was facing. “She’s going to get herself killed.”

“Oh and you’ve never done something reckless?” Reckless. That was a word you had seen in your S.H.I.E.L.D assessment reports enough times to get a vague idea of who the pair were talking about. Natasha being on the opposing side proved the point more. “When will you drop this?”

“You couldn’t have just dated a normal civilian? Or at least an agent that manages to not get themselves in harm's way on the way to the paper copier.” Well that was hardly accurate. S.H.I.E.L.D didn’t use paper copiers. 

“You know maybe if you spent less time being a bitch to her and more time actually getting to know her you would understand why I love her.” Yelena said in a more disappointed tone, most of the frustration drained away from exhaustion. You wondered how long they had been talking about this. Or if they had before. Yelena always acted like there wasn’t any tension between you and her sister. Maybe she thought if she ignored it things would sort themselves out. 

There was a heavy silence over the room so with a pang of guilt, you stepped out from behind the wall with the plates still in your hands, fauxing mild surprise when you saw them both, like you didn’t even know they were still there. If they saw through your act, they didn’t say anything. “Thanks, just put them there.” The blonde smiled and pointed at the counter near her. Natasha stayed silent as she watched you from the other side of the room. It always felt like she was studying you for any sign of a weakness when she looked at you, waiting to spot something she could use to strike. 

“You need a hand?” You asked as you spied the excessive bubbles in the sink that coaxed your girlfriend’s forearms. “Before you break something.” You joked and watched as Yelena’s cheeks tinted pink as she remembered the shattered glass in the bin at home. 

“She’s capable.” Natasha interrupted with stone cold glare. 

“That’s okay, detka (babe).” Yelena mumbled and kissed your cheek. “I’m just finishing up.” She said before looking briefly at her sister. “Then we’re going.”

*

To no surprise of your own, Natasha didn’t get any friendly towards you after what you could only assume wasn’t the first discussion the sister’s had had about you. In fact it got considerably worse; not straight away though, that came a few weeks after when the pair came rushing into the cafeteria. Yelena marched in the room with her eyes set on you as the redhead followed by her side, exclaiming something wildly with her hands. 

“This is insane. Yelena!” Unfortunately for Natasha, her sister’s stubbornness fiercely rivaled her own. 

“Hey, detka.” Yelena smiled as she sat down on the seat in front of you. You gave a small wave as you finished chewing your sandwich, eyeing the pair cautiously. Natasha continued to stand with her arms crossed, mumbling under her breath in Russian. “You busy now?” 

“Not really.” You shrugged and brushed the crumbs off your hands.

“Yelena, no.”

“Zamolchi (shut up)!” The blonde fired back. “That’s great,I could really use a hand on a mission.”

“I will go with you.” Natasha insisted but Yelena shooed her away distractedly. “They know who you are, it won’t work.” She hissed.

“That’s why disguises exist!” Natasha yelled, gaining the attention of every other S.H.I.E.L.D agent in the room. 

“It won’t work.” Your girlfriend said firmly, her choice was already made and set in stone. 

“Okay.” You shrugged and immediately fell under Natasha’s most heated glare. 

“Don’t you dare.” She gritted. “There are thousands of agents in this base alone and you’re picking the single most reckless one who will get you killed.” The redhead continued but Yelena, unlike you, wasn’t fazed. 

“Great, go pack your stuff.” Yelena cheered.

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t fucking move.” Your body betrayed you, keeping you glued to your seat in fear of what method, of the hundreds the widow knew, she would choose to kill you if you stood up. 

“I don’t trust anyone else to do this.” Yelena said earnestly to her sister. Natasha considered her sister carefully but still looked unconvinced when her younger sister gave a frustrated huff and took you by the hand to drag you to your feet and past her sister who surprisingly didn’t follow after you both. 

As your girlfriend led you down the halls she explained the basis of the mission, telling you how you were to set up a last minute buy with a high profile weapons smuggler. Annoyingly, that was how he worked, telling buyers the location and time of a deal at the last minute. Beneficially, he was a smug prick who only believed in carrying out deals on his own. While he would be armed, there would be no one else with him, making yours and Yelena’s job easier. Yelena was the sniper, shooting to kill. S.H.I.E.L.D had tried apprehending the guy alive but it always ended in casualties and they were finally done with going easy. 

You considered it all when you were changing into the outfit Yelena had given you, planning what exactly you could say to the dealer to get him to the specific part of the warehouse that Yelena could shoot at. You were buttoning up your white blouse when the door swung open and Natasha stepped through. “You sure you can handle this?” She asked right off the bat. 

“I’ve been through my training just like everyone else here, Natasha. I know you don’t think I’m capable but I’ve been on my fair share of missions and I know protocol and-”

“Just keep her safe.” The Russian said. You blinked and opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“I don’t care if Baros comes out of there in a body bag or in a limo.” You blinked again and continued with your shirt as you decided to just listen to Natasha. “But if one hair on Yelena’s head is harmed I will make you live to regret it for the remainder of your long and very painful days.” She said darkly and you could only nod dumbly. Natasha studied you for a long moment before turning around to head out of the room far less dramatically as she had entered. 

“She trusts me for a reason.” You couldn’t help but call out as the redhead opened the door. She glanced at you for a second and left as she called over her shoulder to you. 

“I don’t.”

*

“Do you want to get take out tonight? I was thinking that new Chinese place around the corner.” Yelena spoke clearly but she might as well have been thinking aloud because you couldn’t respond. She knew that of course. She knew that you speaking would ruin your cover if Baros had cameras set up around you. “So that’s a yes on the Chinese?” She continued. Okay she was definitely doing it because she knew you couldn’t respond. “Detka there’s no need for you to insist on paying. I owe you one right now.” You bit back a smile until the warehouse doors opened and Baros stepped through, watching you eagerly. 

“So nice of you to join me.” You deadpanned. You couldn’t help it. The guy literally chose the time and he was still half an hour late.

“Yes, my apologies.” Baros said in a very unapologetic tone. “Something came up.” He muttered as he placed a large box on the table and unlocked it with an 8 digit code although you were sure there was a lot more to it than that. Not that you cared about his weapons right now. “Now I hear I have something you’re interested in.” 

With that, the sale began. At first you thought you were in luck. Baros made a habit of strolling around the room as he explained various weapons that you pretended to be interested in, but he never went to the spot Yelena could shoot. It became irritating very quickly. You walked around too in an attempt to lead him to wear you needed him but he always backed off at the last second. You heard Yelena groan into the earpiece a few times too. 

“Is there anything here that’s of interest to you? Or are you more concerned with listening to whoever’s on the other end of that earpiece?” Your eyes snapped to Baros as he watched you curiously. “Where is she?” He asked coldly. Your earpiece wasn’t meant to be visible and the thought that Baros had found a way to get around S.H.I.E.L.D’s technology concerned you greatly. 

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, I’m here alone.” You swallowed thickly. Baros gave a throaty laugh in response, some primal hunting impulse starting up. 

“I’ve killed every S.H.I.E.L.D agent that has come after me, you and your friend will be no different. Now where is she?”

You wanted to charge at Baros. To knock him to the ground and wrap your hands tightly around his throat and squeeze long and tight enough to make him regret ever threatening your girlfriend. Except you couldn’t move. It wasn’t a fear induced freeze up like you had gotten from Natasha’s glares a few times. There was a much larger and more dangerous obstacle that stopped you moving. Something toxic. Baros gave another manic laugh as he watched that realisation dawn on you. But really, what was panicking you most was that Yelena had been silent for a long time. 

“You see, Agent l/n, while you were trying your hardest to get me to play your game, I was beating you at my own. I’ve grown immune to the toxin that’s been circulating the room since your arrival.” You trembled as you dropped to your knees and fell onto your side, only able to watch and listen. “And what your friend sees is a mere projection of us continuing business, audio included of course, so she won’t be coming to get you anytime soon.” You exhaled as heavily as you could in relief at the knowledge that Yelena was safe.

“Now where were we?” Baros asked as he knelt down besides you and lifted your head up, placing the flat of a blade against your cheek. “Oh yes, you were just about to tell me about the other one.”

“Go...to...hell.” You grimace, every word spoken feeling like one of the hardest things you had ever done. 

“I’m sure you’ll feel as though you’re there very shortly.” He muttered as the knife very slowly started to dig into your skin.

*

You had no idea how long you were with Baros, how long since he had first started slicing your skin, how long your bones had been broken or even how long since you had first started to cough up blood, most of it staying in your mouth because of your weak diaphragm. You had exceeded your limit long ago, only using your energy to make the occasional snarky comment that made the next attack harsher. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself. It made you feel like you had some control, as did the fact that you never said a word about Yelena.

A gargled scream was ripped from you when Baros pressed the burning hot knife against your latest stab wound, cauterising it to stop you bleeding out and keep you alive for as long as he needed you. A sickening smile crept onto his lips as he watched your eyes fill with tears once again and leant back once he was done. Much to your long awaited relief, that smile was wiped from his face when a spray of red erupted in front of you, shortly followed by Baros dropping to the ground next to you, dead on the spot he had accidentally stood in. 

You didn’t trust your relief, you didn’t trust yourself not to be hallucinated after the endless hours of torture, even when a heavily armed S.H.I.E.L.D team flooded into the room. A few gathered around you, asking questions you couldn’t quite understand as bright white lights filled your vision. Then you were being lifted into the air, not aware of the fabric of the stretcher beneath you until the back of your hand dropped onto it. You managed a small trace of a smile before you passed out. 

*

There was an arm draped across your stomach when you woke up. It was the first thing you felt, a fact that you were extremely grateful for. You blinked frantically a few times before you turned to look at your girlfriend sleeping by your side on the hospital bed. You smiled at the sight of her peaceful form and tucked some stray hairs behind her ear softly, careful not to wake her. You were glad you cherished that moment of peace and relief, because it wasn’t long before you had more company.

You took your hand away from Yelena’s face when Natasha walked in, settling to keep it by your side, although there was nothing you could do about the arm that was squished between yours and your girlfriend’s body. “I tried my best-” you started but Natasha shook her head. 

“You...you did great, y/n.” You smiled sheepishly, sure there were some drugs in your system. “No one could have done any better.” She said as her eyes flickered to the cuts on your face. “So thank you.”

“It was no trouble at all.” You shrugged. Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled faintly, something you never thought you would see directed at you. “I’d never let anything happen to her.” You said honestly. The redhead nodded as she looked at her sister.

“I know that now. I was just scared, I can’t loose her again and you have to admit you’re not the most reliable person on the planet.” You blushed and looked away. “But I trust you now and I’m sorry I doubted you.” She apologised sincerely.

“No harm, no foul.” You joked again, truly not knowing how you were meant to act around the Russian now that you were finally in her good books.

“Don’t make me regret this.” Natasha warned with a smirk. You chuckled lightly and watched as she made to leave. “You should get some rest.” She advised and you nodded but frowned when she was nearly out the door.

“How’d she know?” You asked, making Natasha turn back to you with a quirk of her brow. “That something wasn’t right.” The redhead smiled and shook her head.

“You hadn’t made a smart ass comment in ten minutes.”

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Some more of those OTP Questions for Sontails, because your answers were so fluffy and cute and I loved them XD

"Who asks weird and complicated questions in the middle of the night?"

"Who makes the other laugh more?"

"Who hugs the other from behind?"

"Who's more protective?"

"Who embarresses the other in public with kisses and pet names?"

Taking a break before continuing studying for the night so woo!! I had a second to answer these ^^

“Who asks weird and complicated questions in the middle of the night?”

Tails for sure, bless. He’s the mechanic of the group, meaning he definitely has a lot of complicated thoughts in general, if his usual technobabble speeches are anything to go by. 

We’re shown he’s also quite thoughtful and prone to sharing his observations, two traits that can and will lead to him voicing out whatever thought flies through his head while he’s laying on bed. 

The questions range from "Wouldn’t it be cool if I tried to make a plane work with only one wing?" to "Do you think there are living creatures that are inherently undeserving of love?", depending on his mood for the night (inventor creativity and the kind of existential dread that only ever hits people at like, 2 in the morning, respectively).

Sonic tends to bounce off Tails’ ideas and give his own views on the question, because he loves talking with Tails. Well, to the best of his ability, that is; if difficult science jazz comes up he’s just gonna have to call it a day lol. And if any clearly negative question comes up, he's gonna answer with a hug instead.

I think Tails would like talking things out with Sonic, because he has pretty clear-cut opinions and a casual attitude to go with almost anything. It makes their late night conversations be really chill, usually :)

“Who makes the other laugh more?”

I honestly would say this one goes both ways!

When I read this question, the first scene that popped into my mind was that one Sonic Colours cutscene that I believe happened after shutting down the last generator. Sonic and Tails were commenting on what they should do once they stopped Eggman’s plans at the park, I think? And Sonic went, “let’s just go to a different park”, to which Tails replied “one that’s less evil than this one”. 

That simple exchange sent them both into such goofy chuckling, it was adorable. To me it’s a perfect representation of the way they make each other laugh. They both love teasing each other a bit and playing around with jokes, so usually, if one of them is smiling, the other one will be too.

This also plays into the ‘I’m happy if the person I love is’ trope, which just fits so well for them. Making the other crack out a nice laugh is part of their love language, and they’re both pretty good at it.

“Who hugs the other from behind?”

Sonic, of course! Not only because he loves how fluffy his partner's tails are, but because Tails can't really hug him from behind at all. Them hedgehog quills are really sharp at the tips, I bet xD

It’s much more comfortable for both of them if Sonic is the only one that does hugs from behind, thanks to their anatomy and height difference. Honestly, it’s like they’re built for this position in particular.

Sonic can just casually rest his chin on Tails’ shoulder while he works on his gadgets, and Tails himself can relax while nestled in Sonic’s arms. That way the affectionate gesture isn’t being disruptive or difficult for either of them.

“Who's more protective?”

They both would take a bullet for the other, no questions asked, but Sonic is the one that will always act more outwardly protective of Tails. It's in his nature.

He tends to have pretty intense reactions when he learns Tails got hurt or something happened to him, which feeds into my view.

In Boom cartoon he wants Tails to stop being his sidekick after he gets injured one (1) time, to make sure he won’t get hurt again. In Lost World he's actively pissed off and hating on the antagonists when Tails gets kidnapped. He was going through cyber corruption damnation during Frontiers and still held out for him.

Even in IDW comics, which I’m not particularly fond of, there’s a panel where Sonic tries to fight off Silver’s psychokinesis power just to run to Tails’ side after a battle... He’s clearly the traditionally protective one out of the two in every universe they’re together. And it warms my heart so much.

Part of it comes from the fact Tails is the most important person to Sonic -- of course he needs to keep him safe. The fact Sonic is slightly older than him (I personally see Tails around 12 and Sonic as 15-16) probably makes him feel a bit responsible, too. 

“Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names?”

Sonic! After they start dating, I headcanon that calling Tails bud/buddy/bro/etc. like he used to becomes a sort of jokey pet name, since now they’re outright ‘partners’ and equals in every sense of the word.

Naturally, Sonic still loves using those friendzone nicknames, though, so it’s like a running gag only the two of them get. lmao.

Sonic’s also the one to initiate any kissing most of the time, especially in public. Tails doesn’t mind PDA all that much, now, don’t get me wrong. But he knows Sonic is someone that really needs his space and freedom respected, so he just feels more comfortable when Sonic is the one starting the affection in public, since it means both of them want it at the time.

Sonic obviously appreciates him a lot for being so considerate of their relationship. And he shows it through kissing and holding Tails’ hand whenever he feels like it (spoiler: it happens a lot), usually attempting to catch him off-guard to get him as embarrassed as possible. 

Ahhhgh, talking of their dynamic makes me so happy, it’s making me want to continue writing my fics for them ;;;; I can’t wait to be done with my exams.

If you want to send more questions or anything else, I probably won’t be able to get to them until later this week, but it’s been a blast so far!!! <3