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[catcorsair]

Read it my lovelies HERE

[floxtingdrm]

𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚

"𝚠𝚑���𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝? 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗."

𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎: FLUFF (kind of?) 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: Sakura Haruka, Suo Hayato, Kiryuu Mitsuki 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: WB boys with a reader who likes to take photos. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: OOC characters, reader being kind of a creep? (lol this was better in my head until I started writing)

You liked capturing people’s best moments, the unexpected moment that just somehow clicked, the expressions that you probably never knew they could make, those moments are precious because it might be a while before you could see them again.��

So then, how did it go from you taking pictures of people who smile, flowers dancing in the wind and Ume-san’s plants to a boy who does nothing but make you question your feelings every two minutes?

Is it the boy who stands out from the crowd and always has your back in every situation you might encounter? Hearing his name brings a smile to your face and an indescribable feeling of warmth envelopes you, seeing his smile freezes you like a deer in headlights staring in awe, what was he doing to someone who doesn’t know how to react around him?

You picked up the photo cards you took with your portable camera and sighed disappointedly at yourself, why were you acting like a creep taking photos of him like this? Maybe it was his fault for being so pretty in the first place, making your heart speed up ever so often when he looked in your direction at the right time.

Click

There goes your hands as another photo of him was taken once more, more often than not these photos of him would never have had him looking directly at the camera, no, these were usually secretly taken just like almost every other photo you’ve taken so far. 

“ Can I have a look?”

You yelped at his sudden approach seeing as the boy rarely ever got close to you or even talked to you, most of the time he would just be a head of the group with Nirei and Suou following behind, talking to each other and you at the back of the group quietly observing them. So then how come he’s right next to you, staring at your hands which hid the photo of him?

“If you’re gonna take pictures of me, at least be sneaky about it.”

You’re weird if you think he wouldn’t notice you snapping those shots ever so often, he knows, he just doesn’t know how to bring it up.

The first few times you did it he was pretty annoyed, and you can’t blame him knowing how people treated him before he moved into town.

He still hasn’t warmed up to it just yet, expect him to jump like a cat if you happen to turn on the flash.

Don’t expect him to let you even be close enough to take a photo of him when he fights, it’s “not that he’s clumsy or that he wants to protect you” but that “you might get hurt getting too close, stay next to Nirei”.

Do expect him to subtly show off a bit once he learns that most of your photos are of him (don’t ask how he knows, no don’t ask Nirei either-).

Probably gets super red, like unnaturally tomato Ume-san planted grade red, because he doesn’t get this many flattering photos of himself and is actually loved.

“Oh, I guess they’re not too bad…”

Bless his soul because my boy never thought he would have someone love him inside out, swear that you’ll never leave as well.

Will try to get used to being photographed by you at the most unexpected moment.

If he ever comes across that one album you dedicated to him only, I pray you have ear plugs and can run faster than him (you probably won’t) because not only will you hear screaming but he will ask questions as well (unless you can answer why).

Does he take you out on photogenic dates? Probably not, will he try to? Yes he will, love this boy.

He loves it if you try to share your interest with him, even if he might be clumsy and deny that he’s interested, do share it with him because he wants to learn more about you.

“ Focus on someone else other than me won’t ya!?” (Don’t do it, he’s just flustered)

Despite hiding in one of the remote places of town and rarely ever meeting him, somehow this strange boy caught you at the worst time ever while you were organizing your end of the day picture hauls. The boy who goes to Furin, your neighbor who saved your ass from those idiot bullies, the strangely open yet unreadable Suo Hayato. So how are you gonna explain why you have his photos plastered all over your albums?

“You’re not very good at making it hard for me to notice.”

One thing everyone doesn’t seem to say out loud is how good his reflexes are and how he seems to pay attention to his surroundings super well, he just pretends he doesn’t notice you and your camera clicking at him 70mph-

You could have sworn he left the area before organizing your photos, but it seems Suo was just a lot more careful than you thought.

Doesn’t entirely have a problem with you taking photos of him, just don’t be creepy about it.

You taking a photo of him in secret suddenly became his new pastime when he can spot you from your hiding spot, like where’s Waldo but a version you really don’t like.

He doesn’t mind if you take pictures of him while he’s in a fight, but do be careful and keep a safe distance.

“Somehow, you always seem to catch my good sides..” 

Boy before dating if he knew you were into him he’s a tease, but make it official and you might never hear the end of it when you’re both alone.

Always prepared when you plan to take a picture of him when he’s looking goofy or just dumb in general, like him being forced to eat nato by his classmates.

Kinda unfair that you can’t take stupid photos of him but he can take stupid photos of you, and loving makes an album for it as well.

Took you out on a few restock hauls for your polaroids and other things, but other than that unlike Sakura who probably can’t tell much of a difference between flowers, he does take you out on photogenic dates.

Likes to help you organize your pictures at the end of the day, which also usually means lots of teasing when he skims over the pictures you took of him.

“Awww, I didn’t mean to tease so much, honestly, but I have to admit seeing you like this is so cute.”

He knew you as the freelancing photographer, since your social media posts kind of suggest you were one, lots of people including his classmates seemed to have been given photo cards of themselves by you, everyone but him. But it wasn’t as though you never took photos of him, because you did ask for his permission a couple of times already. 

“How mean of you, don’t keep letting me get my hopes up.”

Unlike the other boys this one will bombard your dms asking for his photocard, and in turn your response was ‘I’ll give you it soon!!’ while freaking out because you haven’t found the perfect picture of him yet or he was just so pretty in all of them you don’t know what to choose.

You two probably have this celebrity and paparazzi relationship where he starts wearing more drip and you’re taking so many photos of him, though he does kind of get disappointed when he doesn’t see the photos.

Had jokingly asked if you would become his personal photographer and take pictures of him only, you had to hold yourself back with all the fiber in your body from saying “yes”- (why hold yourself back tho-)

Tries to not get into fights whenever you’re around, like you can’t get any of his fighting photos just because of how good he became at avoiding fights whenever you’re around.

“How come you show everyone but me?”

The first thing he did when become yours was stealing that album full of his pictures, and then pointing out what he was doing when you took it.

Takes your camera and makes YOU become his model, your clothes? His clothes? It don’t matter, you are posing and he is taking those pictures, won’t post them without your consent, don't worry.

Does use the fact you won’t show him his photos as teasing material or playful counter arguments.

So many photo and shopping dates, he’s probably the one who takes you out on the most dates, and honestly it brings a smile to his face if you’re enjoying the dates.

“Psst, just like that… got it! Look how pretty you are!!”

𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙢!

[natashasnoodle]

Natasha's reaction to reader who wants to learn everything about guns as they want to enter shooting competitions or increase their chances of survival?

Fluffy Pyjamas | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Masterlist | N.R Masterlist

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: Firearm mentions

Thank you for the request! I'm so sorry that it took so long, I got so busy with university and other things that I took a brief hiatus from doing my requests and was very limited with writing in general, but I'm now getting back around to getting through my requests so this is the perfect time if anyone wants to send any more in <3

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Natasha’s fingers drummed against the keyboard of her laptop as she typed report after report, stressed from being swarmed with work. It seemed as though recently it was all that she had been doing. From the moment she woke up until the moment she went to sleep she was either training, strategising, or writing reports. It was exhausting.

She was most certainly burnt out, coffees no longer helping to keep her energised. She needed to see you - you were one of the main things on her mind, other than the copious amounts of deadlines. You lived in a small apartment about half an hour from the compound, and she had not been able to visit you for weeks. Her jaw clenched as her typing paused when thinking about you. She was sick of having half an hour of phone calls each night. It wasn’t enough for her.

With her lifestyle, Natasha was always worried about joining the dating scene. Many enemies had accumulated over the years, and she never wanted to put anyone who she would grow to love at risk. But then you popped up.

Literally.

At the time she met you, you worked in a pet store as a cashier and consultant. She was waiting by the counter, cat treats in hand for her cat, Liho. For a moment no one was behind the counter, she assumed that whoever was working it had perhaps gone out back to get some more supplies. Turns out it was you working, and you were crouched behind the counter to try and find something that you needed, and when hearing Nat put the treats on the counter, you stood up swiftly with an enthusiastic “Hi there!”, causing Nat to absolutely crap herself.

Things developed from there, and a year later you were going strong. Natasha absolutely doted on you. You were her person, you were the first person that she had ever gotten to call hers. And so, not being able to see you was killing her. A few times during some sleepy late-night calls you suggested visiting the compound, but she always refused. The compound was a mysterious place to you. Nat had never let you visit, claiming it wasn’t safe for you. With her logic, if you were seen entering the Avengers compound then any enemies that might be monitoring the team would see that you were a trusted person to them—trusted enough to be allowed entry into the compound.

She didn’t want them to use you against her. She wanted to keep you safe.

The idea of you being introduced to her world sent chills up her spine. So the answer always remained - ‘no’ - and she planned to keep it that way. Her fingers continued tapping the keys at a high speed, wanting to be done with the reports in as little time as possible. It was Friday night… so if she finished the reports by at least 8pm, she could go to yours and spend the night she planned in her head, shooting you a quick message to make sure you’d be in tonight before continuing with work.

When you replied stating that you’d be in and that because of her message, you were expecting Nat to come and visit her tonight, she chuckled and tried to work even faster than she had ever done before.

Hours later, she was in the car to your complex and pulling into the guest spot for your apartment. With a pep in her step, she practically sprinted up the stairs and tries to just walk through your front door, twisting the handle and then walking into the door, bouncing back slightly. She winced and nursed her head, before knocking on the door, cursing herself for letting the excitement make her forget the simple fact that your door is always locked.

When she hears shuffling noises through the door she becomes ecstatic. Within moments the door creaks open, thanks to the old building that you live in, and she’s seeing your face in person for the first time in weeks. Without thinking she rushed forward and engulfed you in a hug, pressing her face into the crook of your neck. Her lips twitched upward at hearing your giggles, feeling your arms wrap around her torso.

She was home.

“Come on, come on. It’s fluffy pyjama time”, you grinned, and ushered her in, snorting when she rolled her eyes. Natasha had a “reputation to uphold”, and so pretended not to be interested in soft things like cuddling in fluffy pyjamas. She secretly loved it though, but pretended to just participate for your benefit.

So, with a groan that did not match her internal dialogue, she complied and changed into a pair of fluffy pyjamas you kept for her, and immediately jumped into bed, grabbing you by the hips and pulling your back into her front.

A contented sigh escaped her lips as she was reminded just how well you slotted against her front, and she pressed her forehead against the nape of your neck, pressing a soft kiss there occasionally as the two of you soaked up all of the time together you had missed recently.

A while passed when she just held you and had honestly thought that you’d gone to sleep as you had been so still, so she was ever so slightly startled when you gently spoke her name. “Hmm?”, she pretended that her heart rate wasn’t slightly elevated from the little spook you gave her.

She thought that you were just going to give her some weird late-night thought as you normally did. Natasha loved those late-night thoughts, they always made her chuckle. However, when you turned around to face her in her arms, a small frown was etched onto her forehead, “You okay?”.

“Um… I’ve been thinking and it’s just with your job getting more dangerous recently, I’ve been getting more paranoid about people in public. I might be going crazy but I always feel like there’s someone watching me or something…”.

You didn’t even get to finish your statement before you saw Nat’s jaw clench as she looked at you with indifferent eyes. Before speaking again you gulped, knowing that she wasn’t annoyed at you, but she had always been insecure about how the job affected you. “I don’t think I’m in danger or anything, it’s just that, you know trying to go about as normal is hard when feeling so… exposed, I guess?”.

Her eyes softened slightly. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed.

“What do you suggest we do?”, she hugged you tighter before and tucked some stray hairs behind your ear.

“I was thinking that maybe you could teach me some self-defence… and perhaps how to use a firearm? I don’t want to be one of those people who carry them around because you know, contributing to societal dangers and shit, but I’d feel a bit better if I just knew how to use one, I don’t know, can’t explain it”.

Natasha’s entire body tensed.

Her eyes closed as she released a breath through her nose and looked at you again, her eyes searching you, absorbing you. This conversation was a harsh reminder that she couldn’t always protect you. That you weren’t 100% safe.

It reminded her that someone loving her came at a price.

“Sure”, she croaked out, failing at acting nonchalant. There was no way she wanted you to be handling firearms even if it was only in a training room. There was also no way that she wanted you to be seen stepping foot into the compound.

But… there was also no way that she wanted you to feel unsafe when leaving your home, and so even with all these doubts, she wholeheartedly agreed to it, wanting you to feel safe.

A grin appeared on your face as you pressed a short yet deep kiss to her lips, pulling away to rest your head against her chest, “Thank you”. Natasha couldn’t help the blush that appeared on her cheeks as she rested her head against yours.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night, she was thinking about the conversation. You were the only thing that didn’t remind her of her upbringing, of her career. You were the breath of fresh air she had always craved, but she knew that this didn’t change anything, not really.

Yes, the little bubble that she thought she had placed you in was broken, but to her surprise, she didn’t want to run away. She didn’t want to self-sabotage the whole thing to “keep you safe”. You had reassured her again and again that you were safest when with her, and for the first time, she allowed herself to believe that.

She wasn’t a burden to love, she could be someone’s safe space.

And with that… she let herself drift off to sleep, a small smile on her face as she realised how comfy she was. All thanks to you… and the fluffy pyjamas. 

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[celestial-letters]

01: PARTNERED UP

TALK TO ME BABY! — AN OBEY ME SATAN X READER SMAU

to your dismay, your professor had assigned everyone partners for an upcoming writing project. your furrowed your brows in annoyance. almost immediately, you stopped paying attention as to silently rebel against the professor. he kept talking as you stared at the same spot on the wall. you hadn't noticed, but everyone around you started moving.

eventually, a blonde man you had never noticed in class had come to sit by you. he opened up his laptop covered in cat stickers and made a blank document.

you looked at his computer screen and looked around the lecture hall. you we're utterly clueless. you figured he must be your partner for the project, despite the fact that he hadn't even said a single word.

"uhm, are you gonna say something..?" your head tilted a bit, voice dripping with curiosity. he finally turned to look at you for the first time. you were expecting a "hello" but instead, you were greeted with the scariest death glare you've ever seen. you felt as though he was staring into the darkest corners of your soul.

you shivered and ultimately turned away to look at your own laptop screen as the blonde returned to typing away. you stared at your screen, mind completely blank other than your mind occasionally wandering to your lunch with solomon after this class was over, which was great because you were starving.

a couple minutes had passed and everyone was starting to pack up and leave. you hadn't thrown your laptop in your backpack faster than before. you speed-walked out of the lecture hall, out the building, into the dorm building, and into your dorm, somehow keeping the same pace the entire time in such a large distance. you unlocked the door and threw your backpack on the ground.

you looked around your mini fridge for anything to eat. you had found a granola bar sitting in the corner of the mini fridge and decided that suffice until you could make it to the café off-campus with solomon.you sat down on the floor and opened up twitter while eating the granola bar. almost immediately, you had gotten notifications from your two best friends.

well call yourself john liar because you lied to your two best friends. you're not even sure why. but there was no time to dwell on that since solomon must have been waiting for you. you left the granola wrapper on the floor and ran out your dorm, phone in hand. you didn't realize you had forgotten your wallet in your backpack until you got to the café.

you approached the little building on the corner with a wooden sign reading ocean's café. it was formerly a corner store but it unfortunately went bankrupt. the owner had to sell everything. a young woman named ocean had recently bought and renovated it, and now it's a cute little café.

you could see through the glass that solomon was already waiting for you at a wooden table. you felt a bit bad, but you assumed he hadn't been waiting very long. you walked in and the bells on the door jingled as it hit the glass.

"hey sol." you turned and sat down across from him. "oh, mc. how you kept me waiting..." he said, faking the sad expression on his face. you turned you phone on and checked the time. "i'm two minutes late, you're so dramatic. and honestly that shouldn't even be considered late because-" solomon laughed as to cut you off. "i'm kidding, i'm kidding."

as if on cue, the waiter walked over to your table to take your order. you took your orders and waited around ten minutes for the food. while waiting, solomon decided to begin some small talk with you. "so, how have you been settling into your creative writing class?" he smiled.

"well, i think my partner for our next project hates me..." you started. "oh? who's your partner?" he asked, tapping the wooden table with his fingernails.

"i dunno..." you shrugged. "mc, how do you not know..?" he stopped tapping on the table, turning all of his attention to you. you shrugged again. "and why would they hate you? i assume you don't know them."

"i don't, but," you said as solomon sighed. "he looked at me like he wanted me dead! can you believe it?" you exclaimed. the waiter then brought out solomon's stack of blueberry pancakes and your belgium waffles. the waiter poured coffee for the both of you and proceeded to set down the syrup. he smiled and walked off to continue his job.

"look at us. eating breakfast for lunch." solomon seemed... enthusiastic? "uh huh yeah never heard of before. anyway," you brushed him off. "what should i do about my partner?"

solomon hummed as he thought to himself. "maybe make amends with him? i think he just got off on the wrong foot so it'd be best to just start over and reintroduce yourselves." he took a bite of his pancakes and swallowed before talking again. "it'd be pretty difficult to write a story with a guy who hates you, huh?" he took another bite of his pancakes.

a light bulb had suddenly went off in your head. "thank you, sol!!" you clapped your hands together and grinned at him. "i'll do that right away tomorrow!"

"that's great, mc. but tomorrow's saturday." he had reminded you. you frowned, remembering the parties asmo and mammon were planning on dragging you to.

"monday then!" you said after thinking for a couple of seconds.

"right. monday." solomon repeated under his breath. "make sure to let me know what happens, okay? i'd love to know if my amazing advice worked out." you nodded in agreement.

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[rosesncarnations]

Pic for the writing 🤩

He’d expected so form of humiliation from the Night Court. Had known that his role would be played perfectly as it ever was. But he did not know that the raven that flew with the magpies and pigeons still held her talons.

She’d looked more like a wraith with that black dress of ribbons, oh how little he had known before she was curtsying to him with the grace of a cat, offering to take this dance instead of her High Lady.

He noted the raised brow as she waited for his acceptance, knowing it would be a yes, as if she were to have the foresight and not her younger sister. With his own grace he offered his hand, leaning down to kiss the one she put atop it, maintaining eye contact as his lips grazed over each finger in deft light kisses that were unseen from the onlookers.

Soon they were brought up in the sway of the music and he watched as her dress transformed into the iridescent colors that gilded the feathers that could come out of her arms with one too fast twirl with the way the ribbons practically turned to the very feathers he hypothesized she had hidden somewhere.

“How does the Night Court still fair My Lady Nesta?” He asked, perhaps hoping for an upper hand that Rhysand wouldn’t so easily give him. Or perhaps? No, he wouldn’t even think it here. Not even in his own court.

“As it always does My Lord.” Her piercing storm eyes stared up into his amber ones, “And the Autumn Court is as biting as it always seems to be?” She arched a brow with the same ease as he twirled her as far as his long arm could take her.

“As it always is.” He told her with a hungry smile as he pulled her as close as possible, holding her tightly as the music lowered to a near silent decibel even for the fae. “Are you to be a new spy? I do grow rather tired of the other one.” He whispered into the shell of her ear, running a lick of orange flame across her knuckles.

“If I were, why would I tell you My Lord?” Oh, how he knew she was taunting him. He could feel the gaze of her mate as he sent her into another twirl and gave a cold grin in the direction of that bat.

“I would ask what times you’d show in my forests. If I were a betting male, I’d say you’d sooner be more forth coming with that knowledge than the other one.” He had her back pulled to his chest, filling her breath still coming in even pulls.

Hands grasping hips, he sent another tendril of fire to graze up her throat kissing sweet and hot flickers to her jaw and cheek bones creating an elaborate collar of oranges, reds and yellows. That had done something to her cause in the next instance she was swirling her own silver flame through the slits of his shirt, winding around his biceps the way she might her fingers.

“I always win my bets.” Her voice was husky as they flew on the dance floor, they were spinning faster and faster claiming more and more of the floor until they were in the center of the floor. The center of a rosebud in bloom.

“Do you trust me My Lady?” He asked in her ear as the band began its last crescendo. She turned her tempest eyes on him a brow swiping.

“About as far as I can throw you My Lord.” Her tone was biting but he knew she would let him do this.

He tossed her into the air, spinning at a speed that made her dress all but lose the blackness that had be originally shown, a kaleidoscope of purples, blues and greens. He caught her with an ease as if they’d been dancing with solely each other for centuries and not for a dance here and there with these damned balls that Rhysand held.

As her feet landed on the ground, leaning onto him raising her chin for something he could not offer in the public eye, he raised his own chin, grazing hers. And because he was a glutton for punishment, he lit a crown along the top of her head, his flames mingling with her own in one last bid goodbye.

“Till the next time My Lady.” He bowed to her as she curtsied yet again.

“Till next time My Lord.”

[the-sinners-paradise]

hello!! may I request hcs for mayoi, rei, and rinne with a short (4’11) masc! s/o who pretty much clings to them whenever they’re out in public? (mainly because their s/o doesnt like being alone/out in public without them!!)

» mayoyo!! i've been wanting to write abt him for some time now!! im so glad u asked, i hope u enjoy these! and my apologies if it feels shorter than my other works! ☆

prompt: an s/o who is really clingy (and short)

character(s): mayoi ayase, rei sakuma, rinne amagi

pairing(s): all of the above ↑ x masc!gn!reader

warnings: N/A, fluff

☆ — MAYOi AYASE !!

mayoi absolutely loves you and how small and cute you are! he likes holding you and having you in his lap, and he's known to play with your hair a lot. you two have a huge height difference and he loves taking advantage of it.

he absolutely hates being in crowded areas, so for yours and his own comfort, mayoi takes you through the various tunnels and vents he knows of. it's pretty scary at first, but with him around, it's easy to adjust to.

if he absolutely has to be out in a crowded place though, mayoi's got one arm around your waist, holding you so close that you two are practically glued to one another. the thought of losing you in such a terrifying place was awful!!

on another note, he actually kind of likes going out shopping with you! he gets to choose outfits for you, even if you never end up buying anything. he just loves seeing you looking cute in something he chose especially for you!

☆ — REi SAKUMA !!

although he never says it, rei thinks you're absolutely adorable. fawning over you is common from him, but he very clearly holds back if he thinks he'll make you even the tiniest bit uncomfortable. is calling you cute allowed?

he enjoys cuddling you, because you fit so snug into his arms, it feels more like he's got an oversized cat than anything. he would be lying if he said he disliked it, because getting to nap with you like this is his favorite part of the day. plus, you take up less space in his coffin!

rei himself isn't a huge fan of crowds. he would sacrifice that preference when at a Knights concert, but any other time? he would rather avoid it. and he knows you feel the same way too, so he usually carries you around everywhere when you're in a heavily populated area.

he has and probably will continue to drag you to Knights concerts with him, though. although he's not the strongest, he's known to occasionally sit you on his shoulders, but that only lasts for about half an hour until he's just completely worn out from it.

☆ — RiNNE AMAGi !!

how do i put this..? rinne shows affection in such a way it's almost startling to you. he picks you up, he throws you at couches, he drags you around whenever he sees something that excites him.. honestly, he's just so hyperactive it's insane.

crowded place? do not fear! he's got you swung over his shoulder in no time, speeding forward to your desired location faster than you can say his full name. it's terrifying at first, but because he's pretty tall, you barely end up bumping yourself into other people. still, it concerns you that you're kind of just flying around there.

as expected, rinne is also the type to make fun of your height. you can't go a day without hearing him pick on you for it, so much so that you're not even angry at him anymore and have instead resorted to making fun of him for being tall. and then the debate of which one is more ideal starts..

he picks you up if he wants to hug or kiss you. he absolutely could bend down, but it gets a reaction out of you when he suddenly lifts you up and starts leaving kisses all over your face. he's affectionate and he'll find any excuse to show that to you.

[tyarichtofen]

His Eminence. Part I/II

Cardinal Copia x Reader - Masterlist

This one took me so much time jekghoej i'm so sorry Also ! I have a real problem with 'Your Eminence' rn so be prepared ghesties I kind of rushed the end, sorry :[

Warnings : smut, Dom Copia (he's kind of a dick?), thigh riding, orgasm denial cuz im a slut for that lately, also not proofread am deeply sorry

2.5k words

The room was calm, except for the brave few who whispers in defiance of the disciplinary rigor of the Cardinal and his usual bearing. Sitting at the last row of the room, you were diving in your already half-full notebook. You scribbled frantically on the sheet, letting your imagination guide you. You shouldn't do that here, really. You shoud listen to his lessons. Despite what your gut told you though, you were writing yet another daydream about the Cardinal and you.

First, it had began as a simple way of escaping the boredom in your chambers -and also because you found the Cardinal scandalously attractive-. But the more you wrote about him, the more your little crush developed.

You wouldn't dare tell anyone about it. A mix of shame and a fear of him finding out. Rumors travel fast in the abbey. And the Cardinal Copia finding out about your ridiculous little crush about him was the last thing you needed. A part of you was sure he would make fun of you in front of every of the other Sisters and Brothers of sin for that.

So every time someone would ask what you're writing, you just pretended to revise your previous lessons. Siblings would throw you weird look after your admission, although they wouldn't say anything and just leave you be. Who would smile so dumbly at their notebook if they're studying ? Was their first thought.

« Copia's lips were soft against mine. Something you wouldn't expect from him, but it's a pleasant surprise. I let myself get carried by him, his hands secured around my waist-

'Ahem,' Copia interrupts and you close your book at light-speed. 'Sister, what are you doing ?' He asks, both of his hands gripping the edge of your desk and leaning over your smaller form. His face doesn't betray an ounce of what could be in his mind, like always. Although you think you can see some sort of annoyance. Which would make sense since you weren't paying attention in his lesson.

'N-nothing, Your Eminence.' You steal a quick glance around you, only to see each of the siblings already looking at you. Your hold on your habit tightens when Copia let an heavy silence hang. Your face is red and you keep looking down at your book in shame.

Of course that would happen someday. You mentally curse yourself and a million questions rush freely around your mind.

In a quick motion, Copia takes the book from you. You stand up to protest before you even have the time to think it. You lift a shaky hand and lean awkwardly over your desk to try and reach it, but the Cardinal is faster than you and has already stepped back.

Copia wears the smirk of the cat who caught the little mouse it had been looking for after a long moment of longing for it. He opens and flicks through the many pages until pausing at today's one.

You stand there in defeat. A cold chill run up and down your spine as you prepare for the worst shame of your life. Your position is rigid as you await for the Cardinal’s wrath anxiously. Copia looks up from your book and make direct eye contact with you. There is undeniable mirth in his eyes. For a moment you wonder how long he waited for this occasion.

He clears his throat, and you think you're fucked. You slump back in your chair, wanting to make as much noise as possible in an attempt to be louder than his voice.

His smirk doesn't falter however he doesn't read out loud. Which is an actual relief. In all honesty you expected him to, knowing how mean this man could be at time for his own pleasure. He basked in the misfortune of some, it appeared, if it was for his own pleasure. You half expected him to bury you in your embarrassment. To rub the knife in the wound and make fun of you.

After he read a few lines, a deep chuckle rose from his chest and his mustache twitch in crooked amusement. You curse yourself for finding it attractive despite the situation. You try to calm your racing heart but to no avail. Your hands are helplessly shaking on your laps and you stare at them as if it would erase everything around you.

The loud thud of your book on his desk makes your gaze flip up to him.

'You will stay with me after class, Sister ?' Copia asks, his back facing you. It sounds like a question but deep down you know he's not asking.

'Yes, Your Eminence.'

The rest of the lesson has been even more silent than the usual. Every time the Cardinal caught your gaze he will smirk again and again. This bastard even interrogated you a couple of times when he never did before. Just to push you further in your unease. Which definitely worked.

The class finishes after what felt like a long, long time. One of your friend wished you good luck before leaving you alone. Alone with Cardinal Copia.

You're ready to face your punishment, you decide. The sooner you're over with it, the better. Still, you stay sitted, eyes on the table before you and don’t dare to utter a word. Copia is already a few feet away from you. Fitted perfectly in his black cassock and his hands crossed behind his back he approaches you dangerously.

'So,' You can feel his powerful gaze travel on your clothed body without shame. 'What's written in there my child ?' Copia asks, dangling the diary he took from you in his hands.

He knows. He read it, of course he knows. But he wants you to say it anyway. That damn audacious bastard.

'Nothing, Your Eminence.' You repeat yourself. It clearly isn't the best choice to deny the truth and you don't even know why you did that but your faith is sealed now, you just hope he would indulge you a bit.

Your hopes were fragile and vail. This man was merciless and deep down you knew it. Now that he had caught you, he won't let you go this easily. Even begging would be useless, although you could try. He'd find it cute for you to try. To actually beg him. Sooner or later you'd be begging him, he decides.

'Hm, I see.' He says, thoughtful for a second. He spins on his heels and goes over to his desk. He sits in his chair before removing his biretta with extra care and placing it on the wood before him. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He's wearing this stupid smirk that has your mind wandering on his face again. His legs are lazily spread and one of his elbow is propped on his knee. 'You don't mind I read a bit further then ?' He continues, already flipping around the pages. Your opinion actually didn’t matter that much to him, he only asked by pure mockery.

'I-' You try to protest again but this time his reaction is not the same. Copia's previously sly grin falters and he looks at you with a scold which makes you close your mouth quicker than you opened it.

'Come here, topolina.' He beckons you closer to him with this same insistance in his eyes. He's playing with you and you find that strangely arousing. If it was any other man you'd be repulsed. But something about the Cardinal just made it make sense.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself before getting up. There is a stutter in your step and a wobble in your knees that doesn't go unnoticed by the Cardinal.

'Sit.' He commands once you're standing in front of him. You look around, trying to find a place to fit but can't seem to find one. 'Sit.' He says again with a lighter voice, patting his right thigh. This stole the words out of your head and made you freeze. There is a heated embarrassment coupled with a desire for more running under your skin.

So you do as you're told and sit on his muscular thigh. A sharp gasp escape your throat when your groin makes contact with him. You're suddenly aware of how wet the situation got you.

A maddeningly cruel chuckle erupts from Copia's throat as he too acknowledge it. He snakes his hands at your waist and secure you on him, adding small pressure on you. He leans forward, his face settling in the crook of your neck. His nose brush against your breathing pipe and you can hear him breath you in. You squeeze your eyes shut, hasty but afraid of what he might do or say.

'You smell delightful, topolina.' He smirks against your hot skin and press a chaste kiss there. A strangled whine is teared away from your throat before you have the time to enjoy the feeling of him so close when he tenses his thigh under you. One of your hand shoot up to cover your mouth and the other grip at his shoulder.

His mustache tickle your skin for only a second before he leans back in the chair again. The closeness was too much and not enough at the same time. He was making you dangle over the precipice. Keeping you waiting and desiring him just more.

'Ah, where was I ?' He mindlessly asks as if the situation wasn't affecting him that much. His right hand keep your waist in a secure grip and the other one maintain your notebook open. 'Ah, sì. Ready little one ?'

You tentatively open your eyes again but quickly look down, almost failing to supress another whine when you see where your bodies are touching. The hand covering your mouth slowly loosens and it instinctively sits atop his other shoulder.

‘Yes, Your Eminence.' You comply to anything he has to offer with a little voice. He smiles a toothy and proud grin upon seeing your face before tilting the book in your direction. You look pretty he thinks, your face all flushed and your eyes wide with astonishment and a tinge of anticipation of what he might do visibly flashing in your mind.

Adorabile topolino.

He shakes the object in his hand and you quickly understand what he wants you to do. You uncomfortably gulp. You look at him for a brief moment, your basheful face is met with his stupid smirk and his absurd arrogance. Half of you want to insult him for his attitude but the other part, the stronger one, want him to wreck you until you even forget your name. Until your legs are shaking and all your tired body can register are his groans and moans.You suddenly clear your tight throat to escape the zone out you were making in your mind. Reality is so much sweeter right now.

'Cardinal Copia's body hovered over mine. Strands of his hair were falling on his forehead from how worked up he was.' Your voice is fragile and it quivers at the end of each sentence. You try to steady it, you try to build a facade of confidence but to no avail apparently. He hums pleasantly in your ear, encouraging you to keep going. That was also a testimony of his own pleasure of your timidity. You don't know if it's part of his teasing but anyway it has a strong effect on you.

You try to squeeze your legs together, but all your met with is more friction with his thigh. 'His grip on my wrists tighten as he pushes his hips flush with mine. A low growl escapes him helplessly at the contact.' Copia's hand started working your body in circles on top of him, his grip tightening slightly around your curves. Once again you obey his command and follow his lead without a word.

Copia swallows thickly, hoping you won't catch on it. His eyes leaves the book to focus on you. He's already hard but that's not how he wants you. All he wants today is to play.

‘Look at me.’ Copia commands. Slowly, you lift your head to meet his gaze. As soon as your eyes make contact with his, a pathetic whine leaves your needy mouth and your back arch toward the Cardinal’s body. The grip you hold on his shoulders tense.

His own breath grows ragged as he watches you. Suddenly, he pulls your body flush against his in a quick motion that has you seeing stars. Your panties are ruined and you can feel yourself gushing over his thigh. Leaving a dirty mess between you.

His breath mix with yours due to the proximity and you hope he’s gonna kiss you. That’s all you’d need to cum. For him to ruin your mouth as much as you’re ruining his cassock right now.

Soon enough your thighs spasm and you fail to supress the whine bubbling up your throat. He laughs with cruelty and you can feel his hot breath against your heated face. He also takes the opportunity to speed up the pace

'Cardinal-' You pant in his clothed shoulder. He closes the book and grips it tightly, the leather of his gloves creaks under his force.

'Sì topolina, just like that.' Your fingernails digs into the fabric of his cassock when you hear his delicate praise.

His nose is brushing against yours, and it's only a matter of second before you give into the temptation of kissing him yourself. When you finally lean into him to try and muffle your obscene noises, he leans back from you. You're on the verge of the precipice and Copia halts your movements.You whine and wiggle and squirm in his strong grasp that keeps you in your place. Tears wells at your eyes.

'Please,' You whisper, not trusting your voice too much given the circumstances. 'Cardinal-'

'Ah, ah.' He quips with his low voice as soon as you try to start moving again. He manhandles you and in a second you're standing on wobbly legs before him. You immediately stare down at his pants and you're suddenly basheful when you see the wet patch you left on his thigh.

'Shh, it's okay topolina.' He reassures, wiping a gentle gloved hand at your tear-stained cheeks. You sniffle and try to calm down, not wanting to seem like a fool to the Cardinal. He lays a soft kiss at the crown of your head.

He wanted to make you cum. Truly, he did. He wanted to see your beautiful face blissed out by an orgasm he would deliver. But oh, how seeing the beautiful tears running down your cheeks, experiencing the shake of your legs around him and because of him was delicious in his vision.

'One last thing topolina mia, hm ?' The Cardinal inquires, brushing a rebellious strand of hair behind your ear. You look up at him with doe eyes. 'Don't you dare touch yourself before I do.' He commands with a quiet voice, tilting your face up to meet his gaze with deft fingers under your chin.

It's all he says, before staring at your lips for a moment and leaving the room with no other words, your book in his hands.

[acertainmoshke]

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[morastfrck]

Hi thx again for that art. Honestly i wanted to share with my True Hero headcanons (I prefer more responsible Delsin, rather than psychopath) - More Responsibility: Will protect every conduit, teach and guide them to control their powers. He became friend of many conduits and thanks to his ideals, he will find many conduits with same mindset (justice and equality for both Humans and Conduits). And thus creating sort of like Justice League to protect the entire world. - From now on, he is public face: whenever he goes, expect lots of cameras and journalists. While he loved this at first, it became annoying as fuck and decided just to go away from them as fast as possible. However his actions, will give people hope and inspire everyone in the entire world. - He will mete with Zeke, who will tell Delsin everything about Cole. And while feeling inspired, he would also struggle more about continuing ideals of Cole and carrying on his legacy. Questioning himself, is he really worthy? - Akomish will became his place of protection and warm. Betty will always make lots of cakes and his favourite dishes, to make him feel better. - No matter his struggling, Delsin will always try to do his best no matter what. From saving cats from trees, to prevent another war crimes to happen or cartels to hurt innocent. He maybe struggles, but he will not let his struggle, to fail so many innocent people. - Delsin once a month will always visit Reggie's grave to talk about anything. Trying to hold himself not to cry. - He will have more powers, but not asking for more and being responsible with this. (If a conduit says no, Delsin will not take it) - He may be a hero, he is still no saint. If there is a conduit or a criminal mastermind who cannot change and still a threat to innocent, he will put him down for good. - Delsin one day will face conduits of nightmares and will face his biggest fear: REggie. However he understands it's not real and overcomes it. - Delsin will become everyone's big bro and a mentor sort of like Charles Xavier. Thanks to Eugene's genius they would profit and have lots of money to start investing on good stuff and make a big base for conduits to live and train. - Delsin will have no free time (unfortunately) - he will always check the monitors for any crimes, and while he has his friends, he still would feel lots of pressure on his shoulders. - Delsin one day will face a conduit who was used and brainwashed by her own father, who wanted to use her for himself. Once Delsin hears this story, he will be mad and kill that person in blind rage. - Eugene's new invention allowed to train in virtual reality, to have faster and better access to new powers. Fetch will be sort of like flash thanks to her light speed abilities. While Delsin will always be everywhere at the same time to protect everyone. And also here is mine headcanon quote for Delsin hero. "The world is not a great place. It's fulled of bad and sick people. And yet here i am, doing my best no matter what. And while i'm still breathing the ideals of justice and hope, I will never die. I will struggle, but never give up the fight. And i will not stop my fight, until the world would turn into a better place than it ever was. Never." What do you think?

woah hell that is a big ass concept you have here, you should totally write a post canon story with it or something (bc fr its really put together, even with further future concepts and everything)

honestly? this does seem like a plausible option for that kind of delsin. I mean, society would have to face some major changes after augustine’s fall, both in terms of conduit relating laws and people’s mindsets, and having someone as known as delsin take everything in his own hands would def help. So imo the plot idea is pretty solid.

I personally would focus more on delsin’s personal growth. Storywise he is already powerful enough that he was able to take down augustine - which is hella impressive, she had been practicing concrete for 7 years. So i dont really see any point in focusing on him expanding his powers but rather deciding how to use them. You called bad karma a psychopath, but i feel like they are far more similar to each other, Its not like they are two different characters. the only thing separating hero from infamous is like this one metaphorical wrong choice.

If he makes this bad decision, he is basically forced to make more - he killed one guy, so what difference would it make if he killed a few more, and so on. He would also probably be way more focused on revenge - for himself on society (that was rejecting him throughout his life, for graffity and similar stuff) and failed him again after he turned out to be a conduit, for reggie, for akomish (and later even revenge on akomish for also rejecting him). Its like a vicious circle of him being rejected, getting his revenge for it, and getting rejected furthermore.

For the hero on the other hand, i see him as more of a trapped in the expectations type of character. He saved a few people, and now they point their phone cameras at him and scream his name, and he just cant let them down. At first it really busts his ego - he literally talked about becoming a hero before, so makes sense that he is flattered. But the thing is, on the inside he is still the same person who could have gone the infamous path. After all, bad karma points are only given for executing an enemy, not just for them dying. I believe that shows the difference really well, as its not about murder, its about cruelty.

Delsin doesnt have the truly neutral choice, bc he will either be percieved as a villain or a hero by the crowd, so naturally their perception will always be exaggerated. They either see him as a psychopath or a saint, no inbetween.

But in reality, he is still a sly fucker who draws mocking graffitis on the walls and flirts with his enemies, no matter what choice he made.

(tho i do feel like reggie’s death could make big difference for his alignment. either sending him down the revange path or making delsin want to not let his brother down and going all hero)

so basically, i feel like really becoming a hero, and not just a rebel with good reputation would be pretty challenging for him. It would be interesting to see the way he would struggle to actually make rational and good choices at times, or how he would tackle the problems actual heroes face (or like those “who should i save” dillemas from superhero comics)

also this is why i prefer the og delsin, as i see him as the one who stays more loyal to his original ideology, and while accepting his feelings he doesn’t go too far with revenge stuff or attempts to become the hero everyone needs. He is the “its not possible to please everyone” and he is fine that way

But generally i think you have a really cool concept here. It works great, tho we def dont see some things the same way lmao

and good luck in turning it into somethin more? (bc i really hope you do its worth it!!!!)

oh but also think about mentor delsin in his late thirties-fourties😩😏

[daisychainsandbowties]

casper how do you write so fast, i take like 2 weeks to even get near 2000 words. teach me ur ways sire :(

oh i have a few pieces of advice but i’m not sure they’re very useful 🥺

1. i try to visualise a [container] of prose the same as i do a poem. mostly a poem is very easy to write but very hard to assemble.

once i have all the lego bricks there’s a nice instruction manual of emotion and syntax and structure in my brain and i just put it down. (sidenote i recently made The Ghost from star wars and the manual had a little lego Hera who walked along the bottom of the page and told you how far along you were 🥹 it was cute!)

for me it’s the same with prose. i know how to write most sentences on account of having written hundreds of thousands of prose sentences in my life (and having read millions of them). a sentence is a unit like a lego brick that exists already (mostly) so it isn’t hard to write one.

likewise a paragraph, once all the work behind the paragraph is done, takes maybe a minute to put down. i take long walks and do all my thinking about the structure of the narrative then. when i sit down to write i do it fast because the prose is, in essence, already there. i just have to find its shape, but that’s as easy as walking downstairs in the dark. i know the way and i know what step along the staircase the cat likes to sleep on.

2. i have a specific environment in which it is possible for me to write. dimly-lit room, noise-cancelling headphones, minecraft nostalgia playlist on youtube. i don’t know if this influences my speed, but it allows me to write for hours at a time uninterrupted, which i would imagine is half the battle.

3. with poetry i am a perfectionist. you must be. every sentence has to be like a gunshot. prose is different. i do not take it as seriously, for one thing (it is not my profession to write prose as it is with poetry), so i can write imperfect sentences and just let them be. i am aware that some of my prose is dense, meandering, and undisciplined, but i simply don’t care.

that too is important. you write to tell the story, not to be perfect. if you agonise too much over every sentence it takes forever to write. some will be ordinary and that’s good! most prose should be ordinary because that’s pleasant to read. i think there should be beauty but it’s pointless to try doing that all the time.

4. i notice when i teach that people complain they cannot get better at writing, but they never just write. low stakes, “no one will ever see this” writing. you will be faster and more fluid if you practice instead of always expecting your writing to be worth putting on Ao3. (or in my students’ case, showing to their professor)

5. make sure you think about writing a great deal more than you write. popular textposts make this out to be bad but it isn’t. how will you write when you have to invent everything in the moment?!?!

no, sit down with your words and your scenarios and your dialogue prepared. when you sit down it should be to write!! only!!, with an occasional pause to think through a sentence-level problem that cropped up. when i sit down with no clue about a scene i can’t write 1k in thirty minutes (which is my ordinary rate), but if i go for a walk or vividly hallucinate during a zoom meeting i can sit down and write that much with ease. i already know what’s going to happen and how everyone feels about it and the colours and the way i want to describe certain things. yes writing is a craft but only a small amount involves your hands. you are whittling the wood with your brain most of the time.

[profounddestinyrebel]

So I came across some pretty cool Fox Alya designs and thought about the reverse. What would Nino look like as the Fox hero? And then I thought: what powers would he have? What would Alya look like as the Turtle?

So Fox Nino: He uses mostly audio illusions rather than visual. He's got the raised ears like Chat Noir does and more muted colors. He's less combat focused and more of a distraction for when the heavy hitters are taking damage. Distraction can also take the form of confusing the akuma about where Ladybug is. This gets especially helpful when someone uses their power and needs to dip out to recharge. He's their eye in the sky and helps everyone know whats going on.

Alya as the Turtle: She's becomes a human wrecking ball. I can just see her leaping off of buildings so she can cannonball the akuma and somehow this works pretty much all the time. Her and Chat take turns throwing each other and getting tossed. One of the new teams favorite tactics is have Fox Nino illusion Chat as Alya and Alya as Chat so the akuma is expecting a concussion and gets Cataclysmed. She's more heavily armored on her back (not just the shield) and along her arms and legs. To compensate for the armor, she's more vulnerable along her stomach.

Regarding their miraculous:

Nino wears the Fox miraculous as an anklet rather than a necklace. Not only does this hide it, but even if someone does try to steal it, they'd make it obvious when they try.

Alya wears the Turtle miraculous as a hairband. Or in her hair and then a hairband over it. This completely disguises it and makes it incredibly difficult to try and steal it.

Then! I have a headcanon that Alya, what with being a superhero and all, finds she has less and less time to record footage of akuma battles, and people are starting to notice. She then decides to ask a fellow journalist-in-training if they'd like to help out on her blog. This could be someone who goes to another school or just in another class, but this person starts recording fights and Alya will edit and write basically what happened. They switch up who does what, but it gives Alya more time and makes her blog more professional with another person editing.

I also headcanon that the while miraculous have the main power that makes them time out, they also have little subtle powers that they can use indefinitely.

Ladybug: You think faster. It's not to say other people are slow or stupid, but when transformed Ladybugs can make connections faster than everyone else. (Could be compared to Flash from DC except not to Flash speeds) This is something that is turned on and not just automatically on when transformed.

Cat: You can trip people. While you're transformed you can make anyone trip as many times as you want. (Does Chat know about this? Unsure.) Or: Cat's always land on their feet. When dropped, they always land perfectly uninjured.

Fox: I think the little one targets one sense and is small, like you ignore something. You can't smell the salt at the sea and you don't notice it's missing. You don't notice this one pebble by your foot. This one specific bird that you can't hear. I think the thing about the Foxes illusions is that you CAN'T disbelieve them. The magic makes you believe them. Otherwise what's the point of it being a gods illusion magic?

Turtle: I want it to be emotional comfort, just, you feel protected. But that also verges on the peacock, which is emotions. So.. Instead they get a strength increase when protecting someone.

Tell me what you think of my headcanons!

[thecreator-atraitor]

Your post has happened across the dash of a quantum mechanics Autist (an autistic person with a special interest in quantum mechanics)!

I’m going to infodump about some fun theories and concepts and let you run away them.

Let’s begin!

(Writing this took an hour. I’m gonna go eat dinner now that I’m finished.)

Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle! You cannot know both the speed AND location of something. As soon as you know one, you CANNOT know the other. This works for both particles AND macroscopic objects.

Following with superposition, you can also be in two places at once. Like the cat, it depends on observation. Imagine a fly in your room. If you can’t see the fly, you don’t know where it is. It could be behind you, it could be on the ceiling, it might not even be in the room anymore. It is everywhere and it is nowhere. It is there and it is not there.

The Pauli Exclusion Principle and quantum entanglement! Two particles (it’s only been observed in particles so far) are linked. What happens to one will affect the other. The Pauli Exclusion Principle says that two entangled particles cannot have the same state. So if you have two entangled electrons, one must have an up spin and the other must have a down spin. The two particles remain entangled regardless of distance and changes are instantaneous. This means that, given a large enough distance, changes caused by entanglement are faster than the speed of light. This is (theoretically) not possible. Einstein said so. Einstein also didn’t believe entanglement was that simple. He thought that there has to be some sort of “messenger” that tells one particle that it’s entangled friend has changed. We have yet to find any sort of “messenger” mechanism. We know how to make particles entangled, but we don’t know how it works at all.

A recent experiment used one method that involves shooting a UV laser at a crystal. Some of the photons from the laser that make it through the crystal are entangled because thermodynamics says so (energy, and therefore matter, cannot be created or destroyed, only changed/converted). The experiment found that entangled pairs were being produced far more often than expected for if a “messenger” is involved. This violates Bell’s Inequality.Bell did some thinking and realized that there can’t be a “messenger” as that would imply in a specific mathematical constraint as to what could happen with entangled particles. Quantum mechanics says that things outside of these constraints can happen. This constraint is now known as Bell’s Inequality. Link to experiment and the Wikipedia page on Bell’s Theorem.

Wormholes! There are several kinds. Schwarzschild wormholes are basically black holes that have an exit. You wouldn’t survive the trip because it is still a black hole and it will atomize you. The black hole would collapse before you could make it to the other side, anyways. Einstein-Rosen bridges are also black holes, but they require the existence of white holes (we haven’t proven these exist yet). As you might be able to guess, white holes shove things out instead of sucking them in like black holes. Einstein-Rosen bridges require several things, like black holes that don’t have a spin or a rotation (which don’t exist) for example. They would also collapse before you could make it to the other side. There are hypothetical traversable wormholes. Several theories exist, none have been proved. Wikipedia article on wormholes.

I also recommend looking at the following:

- Wave-particle duality and the double slit experiment

- Quantum symmetry

- Quantum tunneling

- The Theory of Everything

- Quantum gravity

- String Theory

- Magnetism and quantum mechanics

- Superconductors (objects that conduct electricity with no resistance; only found at very cold temperatures. Like colder than naturally possible on Earth). Could make for good magical objects for electricity-based spells.

Thank you for coming to my lecture. Have a good daynight! I don’t know where you are, so according to superposition, you’re in daytime and also nighttime (to me, the observer at this exact moment).

So, I’m spitballing a magic system based lightly on quantum mechanics. Here’s what I’ve written so far—it’s pretty barebones right now, so if you have any feedback or suggestions, let me know!

I’ve been thinking about one that takes inspiration from quantum physics (i.e magic basically works like schrodingers cat in which observation solidifies the outcome or state of something).

I’m gonna try to explain it through a simplified example of schrodinger’s cat; the premise is that there’s a cat in a sealed box, and in that box is a vial of radioactive material, which is connected to a device has a 50/50 chance of activating and breaking the vial open, killing the cat. Until someone opens the box and observes whether or not the vial broke and killed the cat, the cat (who is not an observer of itself, for some reason, but that’s what the original thought experiment seems to imply) is in a state of being simultaneously alive *and* dead—a state of quantum superposition.

An ordinary person can only open the box and resolve that superposition into one of its two possibilities—the cat is alive, or the cat is dead. They can’t really control which outcome they get.

A spellcaster, however, has developed the ability to observe this superposition without resolving it. They are then able to choose the desired outcome by timing when they open the box/become an observer just right (failing to time it right results in the wrong outcome and the spell failing). That’s basically how spells are cast.

Trouble is, reality is more complicated than that. What a wizard wants to happen, while theoretically possible, is often an extremely small likelihood. Part of spellcasting also involves altering the state of superposition to make an outcome more favorable and easier for the wizard to make occur. I haven’t decided how they do this, but this is how more advanced spells are cast. A lot of the times altering the likelihood of an outcome happening also tends to influence the likelihoods of other outcomes within the superposition, which is what results in catastrophic spell failures/unwanted side effects.

So, if a spellcaster wants to cast fireball, it’d be like this:

1. I want to throw a ball of fire. Right now, the likelihood of me creating a fireball is extremely low.

2. If I reach out my hand like this and recite this incantation, I can increase the likelihood of creating a fireball.

3. At this point, I can “cast” the spell by resolving the superposition at the right moment, determining the outcome. If I don’t time it right, either nothing happens or an unwanted effect happens (e.g I just make smoke, I just set my hand on fire instead of make a proper fireball, etc).

4. I could also do more actions/things to further increase the likelihood of casting a fireball. This takes longer, though.

5. I can also try and make my fireball more powerful, either by being extra careful with my timing or doing other actions to increase that likelihood. That more powerful fireball, however, can only happen if I cast a fireball at all, which makes it harder.

So a powerful spellcaster is either one who has determined practical and highly reliable rituals that allow for consistent spellcasting, or has become extremely good at timing their superposition resolution ability such that they can cast more powerful spells by doing less; the former requires more time and materials, however, and the latter is more prone to failure and unwanted outcomes. What path you go for is up to you.

In a similar vein, magical objects are ones that help increase the likelihood of a certain outcome when you use it (e.g pointing a fireball staff towards something increases the likelihood of creating and sending a fireball in a given direction, and requires less work than casting fireball yourself. Alternatively, a passive magical item just increases the likelihood of its related thing happening in general, without any input from the user).

That’s probably also why materials are sometimes consumed in spellcasting—in order to increase the likelihood of an occurrence it must also increase the likelihood of its own destruction or something.

How you get the ability to observe superposition and affect the likelihood of outcomes varies from person to person. For now, I’ll just use D&D spellcasting classes for some examples

Wizard: a wizard learns to cast spells by intense study and experimentation. With enough study, one can develop the ability to intuit superposition and how to influence its outcomes. They create spells through experimentation, or by studying the methods of others, writing down the most efficient and reliable ways to cast each spell in their spellbooks.

Sorcerer: a sorcerer is born with the intrinsic ability to see superposition, and, to some degree, passively influence probability, often through emotional states. With practice, one can learn to harness and hone these abilities to become a spellcaster.

Warlock, paladin, and cleric: these classes rely on a higher power to grant them the ability to see and control superposition, in exchange for their loyalty. These classes rely on their connection to their patrons/deities to influence outcomes and cast spells (which also means that these deities can control which spells they can cast—and why breaking an oath or pact results in the loss of the ability to spell cast, though one may sometimes retain the ability to observe superposition, just not the probability altering that their patron provided).

Again, this is all pretty rough right now, and there’s a lot of room for improvement. Hopefully it’s at least somewhat interesting!

[ao3-elle1991]

elle1991’s 2022 round-up!

Is it really another year over? I swear, every time I do one of these annual round-ups, they each come around faster than the one before!

2022, for me, has been a mixed year. It had its ups and downs, with moments of joy and moments of great sadness. This was the year that my beloved cat and my lovely grandfather both passed away. I take comfort in the fact they both had good lives and are no longer suffering, but saying goodbye is always hard, even when one is cognisant of that. But it has also been a year of wonderful happiness, with vaccinations meaning we can be with our loved ones again, and get back to something that resembles normality. I was lucky enough to go on several foreign holidays with friends, exploring the natural beauty of Norway and the fun city of Barcelona. I played Dungeons and Dragons with university friends. My friendship circle welcomed two lovely baby boys. I embraced the philosophy of "just say yes" and had some awesome experiences because of it. I am thankful for my life, my health, my family, my friends, my job, and I hope that 2023 will bring even more beautiful and happy moments; the moments that make life worth living.

I even found time for writing, which continues to be one of my greatest loves. I wrote my first fic in the Harry Potter fandom, and I am almost two-thirds of the way through writing and publishing Let Me Go, which has a very special place in my heart as it is a sequel to my favourite work of mine ever, my Black Widow origin story Fearless. Thank you to all of you who read, gave kudos and left such wonderful comments on my works this year. I love sharing my worlds with you all, and hearing your enjoyment and feedback is a gift ❤

Without further ado, let’s take a look back on this year in terms of writing, and what is coming up in 2023!

The stats…

In 2022:

I wrote 2 stories

I wrote 93,132 words

I reached 313,057 “hits” or readers (across all my stories)

The fics…

Here are the stories that I wrote in 2022:

Oblivion (13,754 words) - Tom Riddle has always been a thief. At the orphanage, he kept his prizes stashed in his wardrobe: a tarnished harmonica, a silver thimble, a red yo-yo. Aged 16, he experiments with another form of theft, stealing more intangible somethings from his unfortunate peers: dignity, virginity, memory. Or, the one where Tom Riddle practises Unforgivable Curses and Memory Charms on students who have irritated him - and learns a whole new kind of twisted, more adult pleasure in the process.

Let Me Go (79,378 words) - A sequel to my Black Widow origin story Fearless. Coming to terms with death is difficult, particularly when that death is your own. When Natasha Romanoff sacrificed herself on Vormir to help bring back half the Universe, she did not expect to survive. But whilst her physical body perished, her soul awakened in a place that different cultures have named the Soul World, the Afterlife, or Heaven. This is not the end of her story; it is a new beginning.

Coming in 2023…

New year, new fics! I look forward to continuing to entertain you guys in 2023 with more stories! Here is what is in the pipeline:

Finishing Let Me Go - I have currently written/published 18 chapters of this story. It will have 30 chapters in total, and I write at an average speed of one chapter per week, so the final 12 chapters should be published in the first quarter of next year.

After that, who knows! I will for certain keep writing and publishing fics, but I've nothing concrete in the pipeline, so I will see where my imagination takes me. It will be either Marvel or Harry Potter, as I'm really enjoying both these worlds at the moment.

If you want email notifications for my new chapters/stories, go to my AO3 profile and hit the “Subscribe” button!

A special message for you…

And last but certainly not least, I cannot talk about 2022 without giving a huge hats-off to you guys, my friends and readers! I love writing and would do it even without an audience, but the fact that there are many thousands of you out there who read my fics makes it a million times more rewarding!

THANK YOU for your readership, your loyalty, your kudos, your comments, your love, your excitement and your enthusiasm for my stories. You make writing so much more fun, and knowing that you guys enjoy reading my works and that these stories touch your lives in some small way is such a humbling and wonderful experience.

I look forward to sharing more stories with you next year, and reading your thoughts in the comments section of AO3! And if you have been a silent lurker so far… come and say hi! I am not scary, I promise, and I love to connect with readers.

All the best for 2023, folks. See you on the other side!

Lots of love,

Eli

xxx

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Random Mikey as your bf hcs!

Mikey x gn!reader

What better way to start off writing for tr than with my fav :D

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

A/n: this is part one best believe I have so much more hc of this boy 😫

- Mikey is obsessed with squishing your cheeks with his hand to make you look like a fish, and he would always call you his little Taiyaki when he does it

- If Takemichi raises his voice at Mikey or accidentally says something rude to him he’d immediately hid behind you because he knows Mikey won’t do anything to him if you’re in the way

-You and Chifuyu are the really close friends because you both share a love for anime/manga, Mikey was once asked why he wasn’t jealous of the friendship and he simply replied

“ Chifuyu couldn’t steal y/n from me even if he give it his all”

Chifuyu would never do that to Mikey and only sees you as a super good friend but poor boy is still offended by what he said to this day

- When Mikey told you a girl ( Hinata) managed to slap him he fully expected you to go all crazy protective s/o but you just laughed your ass off! he was very pouty, but he forgive you once you give him a kiss and “promised to fight” the next person that did that

- Likes to speed up on his motorcycle when you’re on it just to feel you squeeze him tighter and please don’t tell him to slow down it only encourages him to go faster

- This may sound weird but you are one of the few people that can hit Mikey like in any way for example throw a pillow at him or literally punch him and he’ll never see it coming because whenever you two are alone (in the comforts of his or your room) his guard is always down, he honestly thinks you’re the last person on earth that wants to hurt him 🥺 and he means that in a trusting way not in a downplaying way

- This mofo is a food stealer like literally it’s not just your food it’s you and Mikey’s food, he always always has to get a bite or two from what you’re eating and half of the time… well actually all the time he doesn’t even ask he just swoops in like a vulture and take a bite

- Since you’ll be taking rides on Mikey’s bike a whole lot he decided you to buy your own helmet, it was your favorite color and had cat ears cause he thought it’ll look real cute on you

- If you ask Mikey to some pictures of you he will…. But he will also flip the camera to him half way through and when you think he’s taking a picture of you he’s just taking a picture of himself

[tommyspeakycap]

Genuinely think your one of the best peaky blinders writers out there. Do you think you could write something about little toddler Shelby and Tommy. Maybe little Shelby is out in the rain jumping in puddles? Love your work!!!

Thank you!! That’s so kind of you x

Puddles

Polly shakes her head in something of dismay as she holds a cup of tea snugly in her hands, keeping them warm against the winter chill that whips in the open window in front of her. “Mind your sister, Finn!” She calls out it, waiting until she got a “Yes auntie Pol!” yelled back to her from the 11 year old who had become somewhat accustomed to keeping a watchful eye over his only younger sibling. His answer seemed satisfaction enough for his aunt to nod her head and pull that window closed to maintain some semblance of heat in the house, but not enough for her to move away from said window to keep her own eye on the youngest Shelby sibling.

She stands cautionary. She knows better than to trust that Finn will do much to prevent his very clumsy five year old little sister from wandering off and getting herself hurt. (y/n) is notoriously like Thomas is all sorts of ways. She’s always getting into things she shouldn’t, hearing things she shouldn’t, seeing things she shouldn’t. She seems to sit back and observe a lot of things. They’re trying to grow her out of it.

Polly attributes it to the majority of her life being spent in a country torn by war. She was only nearly two when her brothers left, so naturally she didn’t understand much of what was going on. Everything was up in the air and now the war was over, it seemed l to the youngster that a war’s not just over when the fighting ends. It has also become clear that Tommy is her favourite sibling, so her similarities to him can often be attributed to her spending the most time with that brother.

Alas, in all her likeness to Tommy, she is much softer in manner than he is himself. Little (y/n) is like Tommy was when he was her age, incredibly inquisitive. Except softer. She chatters away to herself as she does things and though it takes her time to warm up to people, once she starts talking it’s hard to get her to stop for anything. She’s so kind and so very loving too, she laughs just like Tommy once did and it makes Polly’s heart happy deep down when that little girl falls asleep each night with a sweet little smile.

“Alright Pol?” Tommy greets as he comes through the back of the house from the betting shop to see his aunt standing at the window still. Polly nods, “Just watching to see if that bloody brother of yours is watching your sister like i told him to not five minutes ago.” She sighs as she takes another sip of her tea. Sure enough, Finn had not noticed his younger sister wandering off up the street subtly without even noticing in herself that she was getting further and further from the relative safety in proximity of her home and the brother who was supposed to be watching her. It seemed as though the puddles that filled certain uneven surfaces of the Watery Lane streets were more interesting, and finding more deep ones had stolen her full attention away from her surroundings. Tommy stands next to his aunt, leaning over slightly to spot his youngest sister slowly going further and further away than she should.

“Bloody hell,” Polly curses, sitting her tea down on the table beside her and reaching her hand to the handle of the window, “Don’t bother Pol,” Tommy interrupts her from opening the window fully and yelling for Finn to run and bring you back. Polly looks at him like he’s grown a second head, wondering if he’s completely lost his mind. He would usually have been the one giving Finn a stern word about making sure his sister was safe at all times. He just offered her a smile and says “I’ll get her.” simply, brushing past and grabbing his coat on the way. Polly furrows her eyebrows and watches as Tommy does a slight jog up the street until he nears (y/n) and then stops by her.

Her heart is suddenly warmed when the pair don’t turn back around to head home, but Tommy extends his hand to the little girl and she takes it gleefully to lead him on to find as many more puddles as they could before it got too rainy, cold and dark. He’s been so busy lately it had been a while since she had seen Tommy just be the brother of the little girl he loved so much.

Tommy relishes the feeling of his sisters little hand in his as they walk towards their uncles scrap yard, jumping in puddles along the way. She soaks the bottom of his trousers in dirty puddle water, but his heart sings with her giggles. “Tommy look!” She squeals, jumping in excitement as she spots a huge one near the window of the Garrison. She’s off a few feet before he can do anything other than open his mouth to speak. “Come on Tom!” She calls to him, “you’re so slow!” The tease draws laughter from him that only she can cause. He stops only for a moment in some form of mock shock. “Me?” He gasps, “Slow? Alright then miss speedy pants, wait there and i’ll race you.”

(y/n) does just that, waiting excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet for Tommy to reach her, both standing still a good few meters away from the puddle near the pub. The streets are pretty empty given the weather conditions and Tommy’s reputation had gone out the window of his thoughts long ago. “Okay then,” (y/n) breathes, “3...2...1!”

The pair take off at a run, the little girl stealing the lead immediately as Tommy runs slower than he probably ever has to allow the five year old to scuttle ahead faster than him. She giggles, elated as she knows she’s in front of her brother. “‘M gonna beat you Tom!” She puffs out, little boots splashing through the barren street as he laughs from behind her. “Not if i catch you first!” He calls back, speeding up his run as he heard the little girl screech in shock at the sound of him getting closer. He can see her putting her all into running from him, looking behind her over and over, laughing only when she realises he’s far enough behind her or screaming again if he’s getting close.

Inside the Garrison, Grace hears a child’s scream and what sounds very much like Tommy Shelby shouting that he’ll get her. It makes her immediately peer out the window just in time to see what most people in Small Health never expect from the gangster.

He runs up behind his little sister quickly, scooping her into his arms with complete ease as she squirms, squeals and giggles loudly. “Faster than me ey?” He snarls playfully, fingers digging softly into her sides to tickle hysterical laughter out of the girl. “No Tommy! Never!” She shrieks, knowing well enough agreeing with her brother was enough to stop his tickles and it clearly is as he places her gently back down on her feet, a sheepish grin overtaking her little features as she looks up at him in adoration. It was widely clear how much she loved her big brother.

Grace moves to the doorstep of the pub, arms crossed over her chest to keep her warm against the chill. “Having fun, Thomas?”

He whips around at the sound of her voice, subconsciously letting go of his sisters hand in surprise, almost as if he was always ready to put up a fight and defend her with everything he had within a moments notice just as reflex. She knows better than to assume he wouldn’t cut anyone who came near that little girl. “Suppose so,” he shrugs when he realises it’s just the bartender he had become rather intrigued by. “Thought i would-“

The sound of loud, proud giggling and the feeling of water hitting the backs of his trousers immediately makes him whip around again, spotting his small little sister grinning up at him like a cheshire cat and his very own devilish glint in her little blue eyes as she stands in the middle of the puddle after having splashed water up at him. “Oh you little buggar. I’ll get you for that.” He threatens, taking a moment to get over his shock as (y/n) laughs at him again but is joined this time by the light giggle of the Irish bartender. That little girl only widens her cheeky grin, her innocence still leaking through her cheeky nature as she looks behind her, knowing her brother would have to run through the huge puddle to get her.

“Only if you catch me first.”

And just like that, the hardened Birmingham gangster bids a quick goodbye to his bartender and is off running through puddles with a five year old little girl who very coincidentally melts his heart of stone down to a puddle each and every single day.

[loveandfictionforall]

Hello! I would like to ask for a mha match-up. So I'm a 27 year old pansexual (prefer male with big titties 😏) female. I have black straight long hair which gets tangled or get in my way easily (like aizawa), so i always tie my hair into a ponytail or half up half down. My body type is very simple, decent slim. Fun fact about me, i can eat alot and not gain any weight. I don't have that many friends, nor count them as (I guess ._.), not because im a loner or something, but because i never really have the time or energy to. Im an artist, i started drawing when im still a small child, so i guess i draw pretty good :). I like horror movies and stuff, but as a coward, i cant sleep after watching a horror movie, even when its not really scary. I like pop music, but it has like a seductive vibe to it, like doja cat "wine pon you" or something. I guess im not an awkward person and am at the same time, like I can start a conversation ONLY if there's something interesting going on and I have a topic to talk about. Like, when I see a BUG 🐛, I'll think of that one time in elementary school where a bug followed me TWICE (present mic will be TRAUMATISED). But if u know me... get your ears ready (sometimes, i dont really talk at hom), because as soon i have something to talk about, im coming after u faster than iida in his full speed. Anyways 💁‍♀️, im a very confused person, like u tell me to mop the table, i'll be like "which cloth??" 🤨 (because im stupid 😞😞) and u usually have to repeat ur words because i cant hear SHIT BECAUSE OF MY SMALL EARS >:((. Anyways.. i dress randomly at home dress presentable going outside, like a clean shirt with mall pants (aka the only jeans i wear). I have a habit to be very arrogant towards my siblings (two very LAZY chickens), like "im mom's favourite child" or "i did (this) today, what about you? Fart and burp??", like I'm just telling the truth right?.. right?? (I like attention :,D). Anyways, I unconsciously zone out and daydream about my one and only.. SHO-CHAN!~ (aka aizawa >//<), because I don't simp for other characters (expect for Present Mic, bakugou and ME (i self love a lot baby, u should too)). I have a bad habit to constantly cut the side of my nails, like I try to cut REALLY DEEP, idk why but I like the pain ig?? ANDD i have a bad habit to keep saying the word SHIT. I think that's all, hope u find my match soon and I hope its AIZAWA-CHAN!!~~ (I sound and feel like miss joke lmao, also thanks for answering my question ♡)

Well... *Cough*. I would like to say Aizawa and I mean, he can suit you, you ain't wrong but I immediately thought of someone else 🙈

I ship you with FatGum!

- I think, he is such a supportive man! Loving all your jokes, intently listens to you rambling about bugs and explaning things as clearly as he can so you do not get confused.

- I can totally see him writing you little post-it notes around your home to remind you of things, like "Please drink some water, sweetheart."

- He would watch horror movies with you, just that you can watch them and sleep afterwards because he it is at your side. He does not like them a lot but hey, it is for you.

- He will show your drawing proudly off. Like to Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, maybe even some of the pro heros. He just loves your drawing and pins some of his favorites on his walls at home.

- He would totally love those dinner dates with you where you both try to outeat the other person. The people around you will be in shock, but you two will enjoy yourselves!

When you daydream, he will stop talking, watching you softly for a second and then let you snap out of it. But he lets you take your time, so you do not feel about it. He will go on with his day until you are ready to go again. He is just absolutely chill and has no problem with it whatsoever.