#cause fucking up your shins hurts a LOT

[chiquilines]

Horikoshi pick up the phone i just wanna talk peacefully about Momo's costume design

[misserabella]

Bestie I NEED angst enemies to lovers reader gets hurt on patrol. These always make me froth at the mouth 🙏

cw; +18 content minors dni!, wounds, blood, cursing, weapons, fighting, arguing, kissing, making out (n up 😋), teasing, dirty talking, dom! ellie x sub! reader, praising, hair pulling, praise kink, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, fingering (r receiving)…

“ellie, shut the fuck up!” you muttered through gritted teeth, groaning as you placed a hand on your gushing side, blood pouring from the cut and making you feel dizzy.

“fuck. fuck. fuck. i told you to stay close! but as fucking always you do whatever the fuck you want!” she was a mess, frantic eyes and shaky hands looking for bandages on her backpack. “keep pressure on it!” you were loosing a lot of blood.

they had come out of nowhere. those fucking bandits… they’d tried to steal from you, and once you’d stood your ground they had put a blade through your stomach. by the time ellie had gotten to you, you were standing on both your wobbly feet with a dagger stuck into your skin. the feeling of the metal moving and cutting as you moved made you feel lightheaded. but you knew you shouldn’t take it out or you’d probably die. she had shot the two men in a mere instant, getting to you as you groaned in pain.

now that she had pulled you to a safe place, she could see the extent of the damage. it was no good.

“quit moving!” she grunted and you almost punched her.

“you try stay still with a blade on your stomach and then we’ll fucking talk you dumb fuck!” yeah, it hurt. and you knew ellie was just trying to not let you die, as much as she hated you, she wouldn’t like to be the one held accountable for your death (and she knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it from maria…).

“take a deep breath.” she instructed, her hand wrapping around the dagger, and your eyes shoe open.

“don’t. don’t pull it ou-!!!!” your breath got punched out of your lungs when she extracted it, the messy sound of spluttering blood making your vision go blurry.

you moaned in pain, sweat dripping down your shin. you’d never experienced such amount of pain before.

ellie was quick to push bandages on it to stop the hemorrhage. your hands gripped hers as you looked into her eyes, scared. the floor was now pooling in crimson. were you gonna die?

she pulled your gaze away from the blood.

“hey. look at me. you’re gonna be okay, alright? i promise. you’re gonna be okay.” you nodded. “but to stop the blood i need to sew you up.” your breathing was ragged. your life depended on someone that hated you. someone that always got on your nerves and made you crazy. you were on the hands of ellie williams. an fuck if that didn’t scare you. but you’d seen the way she had shot those men, how she was looking at you, how she promised that you’d be alright. and you wanted to believe in her. you pressed on the wound as she got out alcohol, thread and needle from her first aid kit. “ready?” you nodded, although you were looking awfully pale, hair sticking to your forehead in a cold sweat. “i’ll try to be as fast as i can.” she promised before moving your hands away and exposing the wound. it was deep, but it didn’t seem to have reached any important organs or caused irreparable damage. “this is gonna hurt.” she said, and your ears rung when the alcohol made contact with your skin. you screamed, nails digging on the hardwood floor at the sudden need to push her away. your lip broke due to how hard you were biting it, and your vision was getting more and more blurry.

you were gonna pass out.

“i’m sorry, fuck, i’m sorry.” she muttered, threading the needle to start sewing you up. “y/n?” she inquired when she saw just how lost you looked, your hazy eyes and slowing breathing. “y/n!” before you knew it your head was thudding against the floor as your consciousness left your body. “fuck. shit. hold on, please.” she fought with the shake on her hands as she punctured your skin. “i’ll fix this. i promise. just hold on…”

-

“woah. you look absolutely dead.” you groaned, rolling your eyes at the barging in of the nicest person walking on this rotten earth. notice the sarcasm.

“nice to see you too, ellie.” she smirked, coming to the side of your bed and leaving food that joel had cooked for you.

“it’s always nice to see me. have you seen me?” she inquired, eyebrows arched and you scoffed.

“grab an extra chair for your pride ellie, ‘cause holy fuck…” she chuckled, grabbing a chair of the infirmary in which maria had had you resting for a couple days now to have your infection under control.

and you tried not to look at her. tried. but not hard enough. she was right. she was a nice sight. her hair was on a low bun, freckled face flushed due to the cold, which she fought with the help of a grey sweater and black jeans.

ellie had always been pretty. really pretty. it was the first thing you’d noticed about her before she came and ruined everything by opening her mouth.

“joel made you some food. wouldn’t recommend you eat it. man can’t cook to save his own life.”

“thanks.” you muttered, readjusting yourself on the bed.

“how are you doing?” she inquired, curious (worried).

“you mean apart of dying of boredom?” you chuckled. “i’m doing amazing.” you sighed, voice full of sarcasm. and your body jolted when you felt one of her hands softly land on your thigh.

“you seem stressed.” your eyes were on her hand, softly rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

“i am.“ you gulped, “this is horrible. maria doesn’t let me move from the bed. i need to move, ellie. it’s killing me. i feel… useless.”

she stared at you, until her lips parted in a soft mutter. “i could help…” she leaned in just the slightest, her hand trailing upwards on your thigh, and you shivered.

after a few minutes in silence, you slowly nodded, and her tongue wetted her lips.

she got up from her seat, and climbed into the bed. you felt a bolt of electricity running up your spine when her breath hit your face.

“you sure about this?” she inquired, eyes on yours.

“just shut the fuck up and kiss me, ellie.” your whole body shook when her lips met yours.

oh shit.

she pulled away to take a look at your face, making sure it was alright. that this was alright.

you looked into her eyes, into her beautiful green emerald eyes. and before you knew it you were cupping her face to bring her back to you.

this felt amazing. too good to be true.

you hummed against her mouth, her hands on your hips, making sure not to put her weight on you and your wound.

you opened your mouth for her tongue, gasping.

“shit. been wanting to do that for years.” she muttered and you whined.

“ellie…” your hips bucked against her, and she cooed.

“shhh, i got you. i got you baby.” you felt her hands push down your pajama pants, one of her hands cupping your cunt, which was quickly pooling with slick. you always ended up soaked while around her, secretly touching yourself to the though of her late at night when no one would catch you. “all pent up, hm? you just need a little relief it’s all…” you nodded, and moaned when you felt her lips trailing down your neck, to your chest, your stomach, your panties…

“fuck!” you sighed in a choked out moan when she left a wet kiss to your clit, peeking at the wet patch that was forming on your underwear. her tongue flattened, tasting you though that thin layer of clothing. she hummed, and your hands tugged on her hair.

she started to eat you out through your panties, teasing you, making you squirm and beg.

“ellie, please…”

“what is it, princess? use your words for me, come on.” she caressed your inner thighs, making you squirm and your hips buck against her face.

“please stop teasing me. need you. need your mouth.” you pleaded, and she kissed your knee, your thigh, your mound… before tugging from your panties.

“atta girl. speaking up for me so well…” you moaned, feeling her middle and index finger spreading you open for her, slick strings sticking to your lips. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you finally felt it, her tongue licking a fat strip up to your clit, slurping at your juices. and then her middle finger, pushing inside your tight walls. you let out this beautiful moan that made her groan against you. “taste so good… best pussy i’ve ever had.” you felt your face and neck burn. ‘cause holy fuck, she knew how and what to say to make you shake. she started thrusting in and out, making you whimper and your back arch. “come on baby, relax for me.” you were so tight… you tried and breathe deeply, relax for her. “that’s it… open up for me. good girl.”

“just like that. oh shit, ellie. don’t stop please…” she smirked.

“yeah? you like that?” she added another finger, curling them and making you gasp. she grunted at the harsh tug of her hair. “you keep doing that i’ll fuck you stupid.” she warned, and you shivered, a broken moan rasping your throat. “but i bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you nodded, listening to the wet squelches your pussy made for her. you were so wet… “of course you would.” you cried out when her lips sucked on your clit. she could tell you were close by the way your thighs were shaking at the sides of her head, how your walls were clenching around her fingers. “you close?” she inquired, and you nodded, tears pricking your eyes. “fuuck. can’t wait to drink you up. cum for me. cum on my mouth, princess.” her fingers sped up, got harsher, and you couldn’t help but follow her orders, coming all over her face, soaking her chin and cheeks and lips. she slurped it all up, humming and grunting, eating you like a starved woman tasting food for the first time in months.

she helped you ride it, sucking on your clit and curling her fingers against your g spot until you were nothing more than a panting spent mess.

you tugged from her hair when the overstimulation became too much, and she looked at you, from her spot between your legs, not knowing that that view would become your favorite from now on.

-

[devils-dares]

you know i had to get a little lewis home celebration blurb out

cw: sexual themes, mentions of sex, bruises (all consensual)

MDNI or i'll swing a metal scooter at your ankles and shins

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"kneel. get on your knees, let me see you." you keep your eyes on him as you kneel, the grout lines in the tile digging into skin and bone, but you pay it no mind.

he steps behind you, and you hear a pop, something's been uncorked. "suppose i should share some victory champagne. tilt your head back." you do as he says, closing your eyes as he takes his place behind you with a hand on your chin, keeping your head tilted back. you open your mouth obediently, and he pours the champagne in too quickly. it bubbles over your chin and soaks your lingerie. he tuts. "messy, messy girl." he stops pouring and helps you stand.

"lay on the bed, on your back."

he crawls over you, licking up the spilled champagne on your skin. "you know i love you?" you nod.

"good, cause i'm gonna fuck you like i hate you. you'll be a good girl and take it f'me, yeah? you'll be so quiet and good for me, not a single whine comes out, you hear?"

-----

he'd ravaged your body as promised.

he lay in bed next to you, chest heaving. your tears roll from your eyes into your hair. he glances at you before getting up and pouring himself a fifth. a few sips later, he's calmed the buzzing in his body down enough to care for you.

"hey, love. you alright? i hurt ya too bad?" he asks, and you only have the strength to shake your head. he leans down to your bare hips, littering kisses over the bruises his fingertips and his lips had left behind. "was rough with ya, yeah? poor little baby, pretty skin all bruised, just makes me wanna hurt ya a little more."

he starts to graze his teeth against the marks, and he feels your hips try to angle away. he laughs gruffly against your skin, kissing from one hip, over your mons, to the other. he trails down, kissing between your thighs to soothe the ache that lay at your core, before coming back up. "should i run a bath, hm? or maybe i should just let you sleep."

you look at him, eyes glazed over with some kind of submission, and he smiles. "you just wanna be near me?" you nod. he kisses and nips at your skin a little more before sitting back on his haunches. "let's get you cleaned up, okay? and then i'll dry your hair and we can take a nap. you don't gotta do anythin', not while i'm here."

after the bath, he dries your hair and applies cream to your bruises, and massages them. you whine a little in discomfort and he laughs. "hush, bird. you'll be okay. just a few bruises. you're strong, taken a lot more pain from me for a lot less." he gets you dressed in his clothes, kissing the crown of your head. "get some rest, birdie. can darken those bruises once you're awake and present." he chuckles at his own words.

[toxic-ace]

Jeff the killer x fem!reader

This post contains sexual and violent themes!! Please do not read if you are sensitive to these things.

Tw: attempted murder, blood play, cutting and dub con

Shit...

Shit..

Shit

Shit!

Getting chased in the woods by a phyopathic killer? Was not on your bucket list, but here you are now, running as fast as you can, and hell, those horror movie actors make it seem a lot more difficult than it actually is.

Though, it's still difficult, and you are forever grateful that there isn't too many branches to trip over-

Snap!

Never mind then... you now lay on the ground, holding your shin, you're bleeding, you get back up and start running, but it's too late, he found you, he stands infront of you.

"Going somewhere?"

God he's ugly...

"Uh...no?"

You try your hardest not to cringe at the sight of his pale, burned skin, his hair pretty messed up too.

"You sure?"

No, I'm running away cause your trying to kill me, duh.

"...yeah"

He seems to chuckle at your words, almost amused. He walks closer to you, grabbing your arm when you try to run again, pulling you in and grabbing you by your neck.

"..at...least take..."

Fuck this hurts..

"Take what huh?"

.....

"Me....to dinner...first."

Nice last words, dumbass. God mom always said you were gonna die in a dumb way.

"...excuse me?"

He let's go of your neck, pushing you against a tree, knife to your throat.

Shit my throat...

You start coughing a lot, about a minute passes, till you catch your break and speak.

"...your making this a lot longer than it needs to be. I thought you were a killer?"

He seems annoyed at your words, his eyes staring deep into yours...as if he had any other choice with no eyelids.

"I swear I will kill you right now."

Isn't that what you've been trying to do this entire time?

"Uh...I know?"

He takes his knife, slicing into your arm slightly, as a way to threaten you, you wince at the pain, blood dripping down your arm, you throw your head back in pain.

"Your so stupid"

He takes the bottom of your shirt in his hand, ripping it open, exposing your bra.

"Hey!"

He shuts you up by putting some of the fabric of your shirt in your mouth, he cuts open your bra with his knife, your bare breast's exposed, your nipples hardening at the feeling of the cold.

Jesus christ help me.

He laughs at the sight of your fearful expression, taking one of your breast's in his hand, putting his knife on your throat again, his touch is colder then the night air, he removes his hand from your breast, undoing his pants, taking out his throbbing cock.

How did things move this quickly?

He grabs your hair, forcing you on your knees, holding your head still as he moves his cock all around your lips.

"You said take you to dinner first, so cmon, here's your meal."

Shit...at least he's kinda big?

He removes the fabric from your mouth, shoving it in your mouth quickly with no warning, face-fucking you brutally as you gag, he hits the back of your throat over and over, sure to leave bruises.

"Cmon...can't you do better? Slut."

He starts slamming his cock down your throat at a brutal pace, tears rolling down your cheeks, after a bit more of his ruthless abuse to your throat, he slams down your throat once more, a groan ripping from his throat as his cum leaks into your mouth, it's bitter and salty, and gross, but you swallow it all, afraid of what he'll do.

"Stand up, cmon"

You do as he says, standing up, drooling and coughing, he undoes your pants, pulling them down, leaving your panties, he turns you around and forces you down again, shoving your face into the rough, slightly wet grass, moving your panties to the side, as he lines up, and just as he did to your throat, slamming in, you scream, in pain and pleasure, he's ruthless, abusive, mean, but you can't help but like it.

"Fuck your such a whore, taking me like the little bitch you are."

You can't help but moan, his pace fast and rough, you can't help but feel a knot grow in your stomach, he takes his knife and cuts your thigh, ans once he does, you feel the knot snap, Cumming all over him.

Did I just cum from being cut?!

He doesn't stop, slamming deep inside you, over and over, until eventually, he cums again, slamming deep in you one last time, spilling his seed deep in you, then you pass out.

Where am I?

You wake up in a strange place, a note beside you on a nightstand, your in a bed?

The note reads

"Get ready, I'll be back tonight, better be ready for me, cause this time I won't stop when you pass out."

[lotusity]

chapter 02: the fuck is ghibli?

atsumu still couldn't fathom it. you were finally back after three whole years, standing in front of him, it really was you. he waited so long for this moment, picturing it a thousand different ways in his head. but seeing you now, out of the blue, hit him harder than any volleyball could. it was like the air was knocked out of his lungs– he didn't know what to say or what to do now that you're here. he needed time to mentally prepare himself, but of course, life never gave him that opportunity. now you're here, just like you've been all his throughout his childhood, yet somehow more beautiful than ever. even though it's been only three years, he thinks you've only grown more and more radiant. 

as the four of you walked to suna’s house, atsumu couldn't help but steal glances at you. you, on the other hand, were caught up in your thoughts, failing to notice his glances. your eyes wandered from osamu to suna, and finally back to atsumu. you couldn’t help but notice how much the miya twins had changed after all these years. they used to be the same height as you, but now they both particularly towered over you, taller, broader, and undeniably more mature. atsumu, in particular, has definitely changed the most in your eyes.. he dyed his hair blond, he was taller, and he gained a lot of muscle– true signs of a hard-working athlete. 

“can't keep yer eyes off me, huh?’’ atsumu was first to break the silence between you two, flashing his signature cocky grin. his grin was a little sharky, though you didn't notice. the boy was trying so hard to contain his nervousness and excitement. 

caught off guard, your face instantly flushed, abruptly turning your head away from the blond to conceal your flustered state. “shut up..!” you stuttered. “i was just looking at how you dyed your hair while i was gone. don’t get ahead of yourself, pisshead.”

“hey, my hair is NOT piss-colored” atsumu shot back, his voice laced with irritation. 

“piss head.”

“NOT piss!”

“piss head.”

“NOT!!!”

“piss head, piss head, piss head–”

“shaddup, ya little twerp!” atsumu yelled, tugging your sweater hood over your head causing you to stumble, nearly tripping over your own feet.

“it’s blond head to you, actually,” he corrected smugly.

“you asshole!” you kicked him in the shins, unable to hide your smile when he whined in pain. 

“hey! that hurts!”

“they still argue like when they were kids…” osamu muttered, shaking his head while a small smile formed on his lips.

– 

“we’re here” suna announced, grabbing his keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. 

“don’t make too much noise idiots. my little sister is sleeping.”

“yeah, atsumu,” you and osamu said in unison, and atsumu’s offended protests were quickly silenced by everyone's hasty “SHH!”

the four of you quickly made your way up the wooden stairs and into suna’s room. it didn't take long to pass out the candy and choose a movie, and in less than no time, everyone was situated in their spots. you and atsumu sat squished  together on the small coach while suna and osamu were sprawled out on the floor in front of you two.

“howl’s moving castle!!  it's one of my favorites!” you gushed as the opening credits rolled on the TV screen, your eyes gleaming with excitement. 

“ghibli movie on top bro” suna agreed, barely glancing back at you but grinning all the same.

“see? suna gets me,” you said, giving him a proud nod.

“the fuck is ghibli??’ atsumu questioned with genuine confusion furrowing his brow.

“oh my god, atsumu…”you say in disbelief, giving him an exaggerated shocked look, "have you been living under a rock all this time?”

suna laughed, and osamu gave his brother a sympathetic pat on the leg.

“It’s okay, atsumu. your first ghibli experience will be with me, so you’re in good hands,” you assured him, flashing him a bright smile.

“yeah, but you already watched it before… i'm not your first, so it's not fair…” atsumu mumbled, sulking more than he intended to. 

you paused for a moment at atsumu’s comment, then leaned close to him, your voice dropping just enough so that atsumu could hear. you didn't want to disrupt the movie for osamu and suna. ‘‘yeah, but you’re the first person i’ve ever watched it with. so, it’s fine.” you gently smiled, giving the blond a small nudge. 

for a moment, atsumu forgot how to breathe. he’d seen that same smile before, years ago when you were kids, when things were simpler. but now, that same smile you gave made his heart flutter in his chest, a strange feeling atsumu wasn't accustomed to. he wanted to tell you how much he'd missed you, and how often he thought about you while you were away– but all he could do was nod, fearing that if he opened his mouth, he’d turn into a stuttering mess. 

you both gazed back at the movie playing on the screen, however, neither of you were really watching—the air between you two was with filled tension and unspoken words. maybe one day, atsumu will find the courage to tell you how you make him feel. but for now, he’d settle for this – just the two of you (too focused on y/n to notice suna and osamu), watching a ghibli movie, while the rest of the world is fading away.

a/n: sorry for being so inactive. school just started for me and i’ve been barely able to get on tumblr 😓 also fighting major writing block!!.. ( will proof read later :p )

tag list: @giocriedpower , @from-mae

[becauseimanicequeen]

RANDOM THOUGHTS: Unknown ep. 10

I’m going into this episode hoping for further progress in Qian and Yuan’s relationship (especially after Qian’s moment of introspection at the end of the previous episode). We also saw in the preview that we’re getting more about Qian’s health status in this episode and that Yuan might get pissed at Qian for keeping that from him. And then, let’s see if they cut the episode before the kiss or not.

Shitless Qian! That’s a nice start (if we ignore the nosebleed, which, to be fair, isn’t that ignorable).

The way Yuan stared at shirtless Qian… I mean, 100% relatable.

I wouldn’t want to sleep alone after that Russian roulette shit either.

The way they’re fucking snuggling in bed! Qian’s leg over Yuan’s, Qian holding Yuan’s arm with both hands, and Qian brushing his thumb on Yuan’s arm in that comforting manner…

Wait, Le is worried Qian’s condition has worsened? So, he knows that Qian has a chronic condition? (I can’t remember if this has been mentioned before or not. My memory is hella fuzzy when there’s a whole week’s wait between episodes.) Perhaps that’s why Le’s been so adamant to keep Qian out of the gang and make sure they don’t cross paths again.

Nosebleed again…

”I’m fine.” The biggest lie ever told (and most used) in the history of humanity.

The way I cackled when the Doc suggested that San Pang should also get a neurological examination.

WTF! Nosebleed again… Please, Qian, get yourself checked out!

The whole ”don’t tell Yuan” will cause more trouble than actually telling him, though. I’m sure that’s why Yuan avoids Qian (the short snippet, in the preview of this episode, when Yuan walks into the house). I’ve been in Yuan’s shoes, and it fucking hurts when the truth comes out later than it needed to.

Yuan must’ve heard more than he let on. He practically tried to run away from the clinic. And the fact that Qian is lying to Yuan… Trouble, trouble.

I don’t mind that Yuan is getting bold (or, bolder). The talk about tying up Qian… I’m on board with that to a million percent!

Yuan definitely knows something serious is going on. But how much does he know about the whole truth? Most likely a lot more than he lets on. Like I wrote before, he must’ve heard what the Doc said. But he might not yet know how long it’s been serious. Qian has had issues for years, right?

Oh lord… Look at these idiots trying to cover up for Qian. I’ve got to love their loyalty to Qian, though. Even though I need someone to tell Yuan the truth (preferably Qian, but I don’t think that will happen…).

Seriously, I would fucking snap if I was in Yuan’s shoes. No way I would take part in this bullshit coverup. Either you tell me the truth (because that’s always easier to deal with) or I’ll avoid you like the fucking plague.

Lol, Yuan is really laying it on thick when he talks to San Pang. Emotional blackmail. But the situation clearly calls for it. Qian is more silent than a brick wall.

And then he uses the Lili-card. He knows exactly what to say to get San Pang to cave. I love him. So, please, someone tell him the truth, for fuck’s sake!

Just as I thought, Yuan heard everything at the clinic that day.

Finally! The truth is out. Thank you, San Pang.

Yuan: ”Do you still think this is just about you?” That FUCKING. BROKE. ME.

I’ve been sitting here, trying to get my eyes to stop leaking for the past 30-ish minutes so I can watch the rest of the episode. What is this series doing to me? They’re gunning for my emotions with Yuan’s reaction because it’s relatable to me.

Qian must know he fucked up, though. If he blames San Pang for telling Yuan, I’ll be fighting back an urge to kick his shin. (I know he’s fictional, but that also means I can give him a fictional kick, just for the fun of it.)

I can’t call that blaming San Pang. Not really. Okay, Qian, I won’t fictionally kick your shin. Not right now, at least…

Btw, San Pang not telling Lili about Qian’s condition… She’ll be just as pissed at him as Yuan is with Qian right now, right? I honestly can’t wait to see her lose it on San Pang and him begging for mercy and forgiveness. Is it weird that I want to see him on his knees as he begs? I wouldn’t mind him crawling either…

I get Qian’s fear of going to the hospital and perhaps never coming out again. BUT! If Yuan and Lili knew the truth, they could prepare themselves for the possibility that Qian might not make it. Qian just dropping dead isn’t going to help anyone, though. And how would they feel if they found out about his condition after that? And finding out that he knew about it?

I wonder how Qian would feel if their roles were reversed. As in, if he found out either Yuan or Lili (the two people who are most important to him) had kept something like this from him.

Am I the only one who loves that Yuan is avoiding Qian? Because I fucking LOVE IT! And he ignored Qian even though Qian had made Yuan’s favorite dishes. This is my shit! (I know, I need help…)

Oooh, Yuan is both bold and bossy in this episode. I didn’t know I could love him any more than I already do. I was wrong.

Is it weird that I’m excited to see the confrontation I know is coming within the next 10-ish minutes?

San Pang is saying all the right things and asking all the right questions. Now it’s up to Qian to figure it out on his own (perhaps with a bit of help from Yuan).

Qian getting emotional is making me emotional. What is this series doing to me?

San Pang: ”Do you want him to have a future without you?” My eyes are leaking again! What the fuck is this series doing to me?

I stopped mid-confrontation because Yuan’s calmness was killing me. But, also, some of the things Qian has said so far gave me the feeling that his approach to figuring out if his feelings for Yuan are brotherly love or something more is more about thinking/reflecting on it rather than feeling it. In my experience, thinking isn’t the best way to gain clarity when it comes to emotions. Clarity comes from feeling and experiencing the emotions. So, just shut up and kiss already… Perhaps it’s time for Yuan to give Qian a little nudge in the right direction, even though he’s been so cautious not to cross the line since he came back home.

Qian: ”All I know is I can’t live without you.” The fact that he’s admitting that, out loud, to Yuan… We’re making some progress.

Seriously, Yuan’s calmness is killing me. He still thinks it’s his problem that he fell for Qian. He still thinks it’s his shit to handle. He still doesn’t want to put that on Qian. Being calm is almost like his armor.

I fucking knew they would cut pre-kiss! That’s just mean.

This episode was great! I loved that Yuan finally found out the truth. I loved that he ignored Qian (again, it’s a me-thing). I loved all the emotions. Seriously, the amount of time I spent crying… I just realized it took me just a little less than 2 hours to watch this 30-ish minute episode…

What is this series doing to me?

[redraspberryleaf]

I saw that you had a post saying fic writers could ask you for advice writing medical stuff for fic. I was wondering if someone who has had multiple leg breaks that healed improperly would need crutches/leg braces (if so, which would be better and for how long). By healed improperly, I mean the bone wasn't set and he would've kept doing extreme physical activity while the bone was broken. (He had no choice to ignore the pain, if you even wondering why he would do that.) Thank you in advance, and it's okay if you can't get an answer

Answer from a doctor:

The bone would likely would heal in an abnormal shape and length with the muscles and tendons at the incorrect length to accomodate. There would probably be bone spurs that would inflame the muscles and tendons passing over them, especially when doing a lot of moving.

Your character would have limited range of motion, chronic pain, and likely need mobility aids for life. These aids would probably differ day-to-day and depend on the setting, as well as how stubborn and proud they are.

The specifics would all depend on the type of break, which bone, the type of activity that's being done on the break, etc.

Answer from me (based on experience):

Ad a teen I rolled my ankle at the start of a 3000m, completely ignored the injury, and won the race still. Only after that did I realize what happened (apperently the muscles had gotten fucked up and actually shifted my fibula out of place). I didn't break a bone but it was a fibula injury that I ignored and continued training on for months, even going to a week long track camp where I was doing about 20km of high impact on asphalt and hills per day. I ended up with a wicked limp, chronic pain, shin splints, plantar faciatis, and a lateral muscle imbalance across every part of my body but my arms from trying to compensate. Youd look at me from behind and see my hips, my shoulders, my neck, everything was at an angle. Eventually I did enough physio that I was mostly okay again but if I was ever lady and didn't do my stretches, warm up properly, and build up training properly I would get issues coming back. I stopped running in uni and decided to pick it back up again one day and instant plantar faciatis.

The second part to this is experience with an actual broken bone. A couple years ago I broke my fibula. It was a spiral fracture to my left fibula about a third or so of the way up the bone. I crashed on a downhill while skateskiing and because I was in race skis those bindings don't typically have a safety release, so when my ski spun around in a full circle so did my foot. This broke my fibula in a spiral shape.

~side note: if your character is fighting and moving on a broken leg it's probably a fibula since that's not the weight baring bone. This is the one you hear about athletes finishing a game on a broken leg. It's possible with adrenaline but it's still hell and will cause you issues in the long run. A tibia is weight baring so you shouldn't really be able to stand on that, and a femur break usually will get you air lifted to the hospital because you're about to die.~

Anyway, with all the issues of the last injury I'd had, I really stayed off of my broken leg and actually atrophied.

Now with this one, I can say it healed wrong. According to an mri and xrays they don't see any issues but I was treated in a tiny town er during a massive covid spike before the vaccine was available so I never got a second cast after the swelling went down.

After healing, I have always had an aching pain deep in the bone that doesn't go away. It throbs worse with impact activity or if I spend a lot of time on my feet on hard floors. I am a huge sucker for standing on grass these days. That ankle is actually a lot thicker now and is a lot more unstable. I have pain in the bone from the break but on bad days when I'm really hurting the worst of it in in the muscles and tendons of my ankle, the top outside of my calf, and my hip and glute. I never expected this but my ass is SO TIGHT ALL THE TIME and it hurts like a bitch. Massage helps, but it's not the sexy kind. It's the full body weight on an elbow jabbed into my ass cheek or hip flexor kind. This is all because with my ankle being really unstable from the tendons and muscles getting inflamed from popping over small bone spurs all the time, the hip has to work overtime to try to compensate and stabilize more than it normally would. I also experience not quite muscle weakness on that side, so much as muscle fatigue. Basically, everything on that side is working over time and is always tired. For the first three years after I had a wicked limp, was in a lot more pain than I am now, and could only run if I absolutely had to. After doing a lot of physio I can run again but certainly am limping after a 10k. I also have a lot of scars from my bad side making me trip over roots and become impaled on sticks.

I had the opportunity to heal fairly well overall and access physio but I'd I didn't I know I'd be using a cane and taping my ankle constantly. Before I did physio when I lifeguarded I also needed a chair because walking around on tile barefoot for hours would have me in tears even with my hugh pain tolerance. Repeated breaks over time with bad healing and limited access to care would def require mobility aids and would lead to life-long chronic pain.

I'll be back with responses from the rest of the team soon.

Bonus! Where my bone broke starts aching really bad the second I start to get dehydrated. Everything also hurts most at night and the second I stop moving.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #238

I went to therapy today. I went because I completely forgot that my therapist took the day off today. Whoops. But that's all right; the drive there is kind of nice, and on the way home, I saw a hawk swoop out of the sky, relatively close to the car, and the sunlight shone coppery-brown through its feathers, and it was so cool, but I couldn't get a picture of it because I was… y'know. Driving.

I went to physical therapy not too terribly long after returning home. We did more work on my ribcage. After doing some relevant exercises and additional examination of the way the left side of my ribcage and the right side of my ribcage move when I breathe, it was concluded that the right side of my ribcage is not expanding really at all when I breathe, because from a top-down perspective, my ribcage is rotated slightly counterclockwise relative to my hips and collarbone, and because my muscles have kinda… glued my collarbone to my ribcage? Which I guess means that it's not moving around properly, which is then messing up everything that is connected to it, like my neck, shoulder, scapula, and… yeah. All the things that hurt whenever I move or do anything. It's very annoying. I suppose we'll see how well this conclusion holds up over time.

I got another exercise to do in addition to the other one. It seems to help quite a bit:

...After this, and some manual therapy to try to release the tension in my pectoral muscles and trying to separate my right collarbone from my ribcage a little, the right side of my ribcage now moves a little bit when I breathe. It wasn't doing that before, and I can feel the difference.

...But goodness, do I ache. I thought I was going to cook some chicken leg quarters today, but instead I just did a bunch of leisure writing, thoroughly exhausted.

...Some days are just like that, I guess. We have plans and because of various things, we don't actually get to do any of them. Oh well.

I gotta wonder sometimes... Sephiroth, does your wing hurt you? It's very pretty, and I'll bet it's very soft and warm and able to give amazing hugs, but I know that human bodies aren't built for asymmetry (you are HUMAN no matter what was done to you and no matter what anyfuckingbody tells you!), and so I wonder if having the weight of an extra limb on the right side of your body might put strain on the rest of your body and cause your other muscles to compensate in ways that lead to aches and pains in unexpected places.

...I wonder about it. And I hope that what I've described is not something you have to deal with. All I've got is an injury to the nerve running down the front of my left shin, and whatever's going on with my ribcage, and these things by themselves are enough to fuck me up pretty badly. I know that if I had an extra limb on just one side of my body, I probably wouldn't be able to handle the strain.

...I wouldn't wish chronic pain on anyone. I don't even have as much chronic pain as some other folks do, and it has still pretty handily sapped me of my energy and my ability to do a lot of the things I used to love. I try to remain chipper and to remember that there are still lots of other things I can do, but admittedly... some days are really hard.

I guess I'll look forward to trying both of my exercises at some point tomorrow. But I'm not sure when; Ma should be coming over to our house sometime between 1 and 2pm tomorrow (admittedly, I am a little nervous about it...) to play video games. I'm thinking maybe to play Vampire Survivors with him, but maybe he'll have some other video game in mind. I won't be able to do the exercises if I gotta focus on keeping him entertained.

There's gonna be an event tomorrow, too, with various food trucks at a certain part of town; we were thinking of going and bringing Ma with us. Food trucks are neat in that they give us a little taste of different foods from all around the world. One of my favorites, back when I worked as a database analyst in the downtown area, was the Greek food truck. I would always go there and get the white bean salad and their stuffed grape leaves with tzatziki sauce; they were SO GOOD. And the kindly gentleman that runs the truck always used to call me "sunshine", for some reason. It was pretty nice. I miss him sometimes, but I don't really have a reason to go over there, because I don't work there anymore and parking in that area is kind of a nightmare...

...Hey, Sephiroth? Does your world have anything that resembles Greek food? Things like tzatziki sauce or falafel or marinated grape leaves stuffed with rice? What about spanakopita? I wonder...

...Hahh... I'm rambling, aren't I? Sorry about that... But maybe I'll ramble just a little. I ache and so... maybe a little distraction might be good...

So... Sephiroth? I wonder. I know you can't answer me, but I'm going to ask anyway. What kinds of food do you like? Besides pasta, I mean. Do you have a favorite kind of sushi? A favorite kind of fruit (I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that it's not actually pears)? A favorite kind of dessert? A favorite cheese? Favorite things to put on pizza? A favorite kind of sandwich? A favorite thing to eat for breakfast? A favorite kind of tea...?

I wonder so many things, simply because, like any human, you deserve to be seen and known - as a human, not as a celebrity or whatever. And you deserve to have those known aspects about you be considered and thought about.

...And... ya know. It'd be nice to someday be able to give you one of your favorite things, and to see your face light up and to hear your voice shining with joy.

...I'm tired and ouchy, and I can't think of anything else to say. So maybe I'll end this here.

Hey. I love you a whole lot. Try not to forget, okay? And, in light of the knowledge that you're loved, please try really hard to keep yourself safe out there. There are lots of people who need you, not because of anything in particular that you do, but just because you're you.

I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[the-fiction-witch]

Seventeen p12-14

Media The Maze Runner AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Seventeen Series

I sat in the office and the discussion began

"So what brings you in this morning Mr. Newton? I assume about Isaac given" she says looking at me

"Yes, it is. You see his many injuries"

"I do, has he had an accident at home?"

"No, as a matter of fact, these were caused here. By one of your students yesterday."

"AHH yes the janitors did leave me an email so I have been partially briefed on the situation"

"I'd like to know why there was no intervention firstly"

"Well we don't often step into altercations between students unless absolutely necessary We find it helps their social skills and of course, this was after final bell and clubs so really hours is not our jurisdiction"

"Regardless it was on school property if your janitors knew enough to tell you why didn't they intervene?"

"Well, it could have risked injury"

"Injury? My son has a black eye and a thousand other cuts after being slapped and kicked into the wall. I'm sure insurance can cover whatever damage that seventeen-year-old could have done to your janitor"

"Yes but I meant Injury to him"

"Him? The other boy involved!"

"Yes you see the other half of this altercation was student Ben Smith and you see-"

"Let me guess. His parents are on the board?'

"They do add a lot of funds to the school, but it's mainly due to him being one of the stars of our track team a real example of the school and if he were to get hurt that could cause Issues in upcoming competitions"

"Okay, I see. So because the track team is the shining example of the school, all the kids are treated like gold stars are shinning out their asses and can do whatever they want. The rest of the kids namely my son who I will mention is captain of the scholastic decathlon team which has won more trophies, wins and subsequent funding in the last two years than in the last fifteen of your previous track team. These kids have to stiffen their lips and deal with the assholes who can run fast. I have that right?" He asks and she is completely stunned "I expect an apology from the boy, from his parents and from you by the end of class today or I call the police on that little thug. Have a nice day Miss Paige"

I was admitted pretty damn impressed. 

Go, dad!

I followed him out and by now people were busy so I walked him out

"Have a good day okay"

"I'll try"

"Anything happens let me know"

"I will do Dad. Thanks for everything"

"No problem. Hey, what's this Ben Smith drive anyhow?"

"Blue Corsa why?"

"I'm gonna key his car on my way out" he smirked "Hey, talk to y/n today"

"I told you I can't -"

"Just give it a go, maybe the whole Florence Nightingale effect might kick in with that eye. But you actually grow some balls and talk to her today we'll get pizza for dinner"

"I'll try"

"Alright, see you at home" 

I felt a lot safer but I still kept my head down just trying to get through the day without getting beat up again when the bell went for lunch I scampered too the haunted boy's bathroom so I could put some cream that my mum gave me on my eye "Owww... Owww... owww" I whined as every time I put pressure on my skin it hurt and honestly the cream kind of burnt Once I was done I headed out to the usual bench Alby was off elsewhere likely had a class president meeting or something so the table was a passed out zart, fry working on adding cheese to his cafeteria supplied fries and.. some dust I don't know what, Thomas who was sat clearly texting Teresa as he had a wide smile and his backpack over his crotch, And jack sat at the table in his jeans and blue button down.

Jack Hampton, was one of the younger kids, I think he is in my maths class I'm not sure, but he was well known as the tech kid, he is who the teachers call when the smart boards fuck up, he is the one you bring your glitching phone, and the one who offered a complimentary walkthrough service for any videogame issue you could bring him. 

I sat down at the table and ran my hand through my hair 

"You okay man?" Fry asks

"I mean... I can't completely see, it hurts to breathe and walk, I'll keep you updated on my system later if you want"

"I'm good, Ben really took it out of you" he laughs 

"That's why I'm here," Jack says

"Right, Hi Jack" I smiled 

 "I am here to offer my services" He says grabbing a card from his jacket and handing it over, it was a literal business card with his name, number and email address 

"Services?"

"I offer many different services for any price range, I can go from mild to intense cyberbullying, I can do hacking, docking, and if you have the cash I can do my full destroy life package he'll have his life destroyed, get cancelled and have to move away" He explained

"Uhhh I'm good thanks Jack"

"You sure?" 

"Yeah, I'm good no cyberbullying" I told him going to hand back the card

"Keep it, my services are always available," he says before heading off elsewhere 

"I'm scared of that kid," Thomas says

"Yeah, I think we all should be" I nodded 

I didn't have much lunch left so I went to my locket threw my lunch in grabbed the books I'd need for this afternoon, I heard a gentle tap on my locker door and I didn't even bother to look.

"I told you Tommy, I don't have tomorrow's test answers," I said

"Ohh that's okay" Her voice spoke up

I know that voice! 

I looked through the small vents in my locker door and saw her sweet face immediately I fixed my hair and shut my locker door 

"Y/n! Hi" 

"Hi" she smiled as she stood in her sneakers, little cheerleader's uniform her books close to her chest 

"You... uhhh you wanna talk to me?"

"Of course" she smiled "I...I wanted to apologize"

"Apologize?"

"I felt awful when I heard what happened last night, It broke my heart that you got hurt because of me," She says looking into my eye, her face making it clear she is upset "Are you're eye okay?" she asks trying to reach my eye but I moved back

"It's okay it stings a little is all,"

"I've spoken to Ben he was such an ass for what he did. I promise it won't happen again"

"Thank you, I didn't think -"

"I hate to think I caused you so much trouble over a slushie" she says getting something from her pocket and offering me some money enough to cover the slushie

"No, please don't worry about it. It's not your fault Ben was just being a dick it's okay really" I told her folding her hand back in around the money and pushing it close to her 

"Still I feel terrible about it. Here, I made you something to say sorry for everything that happened, and to make you feel better" she says getting a little black box from her bag 

"For- for me?"

"Umm humm" she nods 

"Y-you're sure?"

"Of course" 

"This- this isn't some prank from the cheer squad?" 

"No, they don't know. I was worried they'd stop me" she says "Here take it"

I happily took the little box "Thank you, so much y/n"

"You're welcome" she smiled "Are uhh are you coming to the track meet tonight?"

"Oh, No. I have a meeting with the scholastic team" 

"Oh, that's okay I'll see you around then"

"Yeah, see you around. Thanks again"

"You're welcome"

"Good luck with the track Meet tonight"

"Thank you" she giggled "Good luck with the scholastic team" she smiled waving as she headed down the corridor 

"Thanks" I waved until she disappeared 

She spoke to me! I touched her hand! She gave me a present! She all but asked me on a date! She wished me luck on my team... I think I might faint. 

Fuck! I locked my key in my locker... 

Well, Guess I'm off to the office. 

[truckreincarnation]

If I Can Be Frank | Germain | 2.2 | RE: Frank, Manami | ATTN: Avery

People were hurting. Bian, with her somewhat misappropriated guilt. Yuliya’s composure as she tried to piece together what had happened. Shin and Esmee’s anger, their grief, the helplessness of not having been able to help as Perry bled out in front of them. Vee, who had to find his best friend’s corpse for the second time, forced to recall the trauma of losing someone they cared about. It was plain to see the pain present in the circle.

Germain couldn’t understand what it would take to witness all that and decide that it wasn’t enough. That they had to add onto it. And Frank called them children?

He looked down to hide his shock, but Pettiwhisker was glaring at Frank. “S-Seriously? F-Fucking now?” He was whispering to himself, as if he wasn’t sure he’d even heard right. He was about to keep it at that, leave it at the quiet annoyance only audible to his neighbors, but… hadn’t Perry been the one who told him to speak up, before this? Esmee too? He stared intensely at Frank, keeping his voice measured for now.

“I u-understand you d-don’t care, but c-could you drop the b-bullshit, for now, at least?” This isn’t tactlessness - it’s having the tact to recognize the worst thing to say and then saying it. “Everyone’s m-miserable enough already without your h-help. You’re n-not adding anything, with your… ch-childish cruelty. You’re another d-drop in the b-bucket.” He sighed, finally looking away. “So just… p-please don’t m-make me think even l-less of you, Frank…”

They’d gotten that out of their system. Germain took a second to recollect themself, gather their thoughts, just breathe. What were they talking about?

“Yuliya mentioned it, but with how f-fine the wound on Perry’s f-face was, I agree that was the fumo’s doing. The broken b-bones, the messed up h-hands, I th-think a lot of that could be c-caused by f-falling out of the t-tree, trying to grasp at anything n-nearby. It seems reasonable this s-started as an a-accident. The fumo made the smooth c-cut in the sheets, causing enough of a loss of balance that P-Perry tore the rest, g-grabbing at it as sh-she fell."

“It m-makes sense Perry wouldn’t want to let e-everyone know she was in d-danger, especially c-considering the s-state of mind Frank specifically was in, from the m-motive. Knowing their r-relationship.” 

Pettiwhisker was giving Frank the stinkeye, while Germain didn’t deign to look in his direction even as they brought it up. Man’s out for blood today, it seems.

“P-Perry probably went to the c-crafting room to g-get help, as the others s-said. She was t-trying to walk, I think, using the wall as s-support, judging from the b-bloodstains. Tried to g-grab some things from the c-crystal shelf, since there were b-bloodstains there too.” He frowned. “I’ve been r-reading up on p-potions, but I’m n-not too familiar on the m-mechanisms of shatterstone. Echoing Luz’s questions th-there, I guess, Avery.” He looked to Avery. “A-Anything you know about its p-properties m-might be helpful.” 

If there ever was a time to be a nerd, it’s now. It seemed likely that someone had come into the picture to finish Perry off, but what if this had been some kind of laboratory mishap? It was perhaps wishful thinking on his part, but he couldn’t quite discount the possibility.

“M-Manami mentioned them, but I’m… n-not sure about what those two c-crystals were doing there. They seemed oddly… o-out of p-place. A s-singular sapphire and e-emerald. If they were just left there by the m-mess, I’d have e-expected… more I g-guess. I just wonder if they were m-meant to serve some p-purpose.”

[stillness-in-green]

Stillness is wildly impressionable when she sees memes, news at 11.

Read @robotlesbianjavert's post she wrote in reply to me asking her about her favorite Gay Little Henchmen and immediately had to do my own. Added some runners-up also. Sorry for the nonsense, all.

#5: Lieutenant, The Legend of Korra—

Surely in my ranks of "characters I like most wildly out of proportion to their importance in the show," but that's what a good mustache and an emotive delivery on a last line will do for you.  It probably doesn't hurt that, despite the Lieutenant never even getting a proper name, that one last scene gives him more chemistry with Amon than Korra had with Mako the entire season.

Anyway, I liked him in the show and definitely went out hunting for fic/art for the pairing based just on that, but I do have to give a shout-out to @scumtrout for her fic The City Will Follow You for keeping the fire burning for this poor sad asshole.  Give it a read if you want, among other things, the Lieutenant being sad and fucked up and incredibly dangerous as he processes how Amon used him and the rest of the Equalists.

#4: Shirato Jin, Persona 3—

The littlest of the little henchmen on this list for reasons of being a teenager and a computer nerd (but still a dangerous criminal because I know what I'm about).  Jin is like if Skeptic were a decade younger, staving off a terminal disease with illegal drugs, and was a little less goth and a little more rave.  Also, packing a lot more grenades.

He's got a good balance with his cult leader of choice wherein Takaya is the one prone to big, dramatic actions to emphasize his rhetorical points, while Jin has to be like, "Hey, I agree with all your rhetorical points, but I also want us both to survive long enough to savor you being right about everything, so let's exercise the better part of valor here."  In that way, they're on the more equitable end of the power dynamic spectrum pairs like these run.

Strega in general got handed an incredibly raw deal, both in-universe and in terms of the broader narrative, and boy oh boy are they ever a good predictor for how hard I fell for the League of Villains.

#3: Tadashi Kikuchi, Sk8 the Infinity—

Soft-spoken manservant designed to look like a background character compared to the rest of the cast, but efficient and skilled in the wildly different spheres of Illegal Underground Skateboarding Park Management and Upstart Japanese Politician Personal Assistance.  Tadashi is kind of terrifying when you really stop to think about him, not just for how scary competent he is, but for being, in his own way, just as unhinged as his boss, but ten times more oblivious to that fact.

He's a henchman willing to act out for what he thinks are his boss's best interests, and it is extremely hilarious how much of Sk8's overarching plot is caused directly or indirectly by Snake and Adam's relationship drama. Incidentally, Tadashi is a rare case of a Gay Little Henchman whose feelings are requited!  That mostly serves to make things more complicated, however, because the feelings in question are, "I could never, ever leave him, but I think he's really fucking me up."

#2: Nemoto Shin, My Hero Academia—

Of all the candidates BNHA offers for this—not a small number—I have to give it to Nemoto for scoring the best across all categories.  Transparently only there because he fell for Overhaul like a wing snapped off an airplane.  Absolutely zero other motivations.  Knows about Overhaul's evil plans and horrendous crimes, and 100% does not care.  Not only is he a henchman, he denigrates other henchmen.  You just know that if he could do all the things his boss needs done on his own, he'd run the rest of the underlings out ASAP.  Absolute top tier The #1 Henchman Here Will Be Me energy.

#1: Tomo, Fushigi Yuugi—

Tadashi is nearly a match for him in terms of, "Yes, it's canon," goes further in terms of not being a predatory stereotype, and is doing better in the reciprocal affections category, too.  Still, all that said, Tomo remains my 90s shoujo problematic fave.

He's got a theatrical flair that he gets by virtue of a theatrical background; he's striking in his costume and, for my tastes, the most beautiful man in the series out of it.  While the visual quality of the anime runs towards the dubious during his stretch of episodes, he has a purring, silken voice that made Tobita Nobuo my favorite voice actor for years afterward.  Then there's the ruthless pragmatism that echoes Nakago's while also going further, because being the boss means you get to set your own hard limits, whereas being in love with the boss means you can go as far as you want while telling yourself it's all for him.

Tomo, like Ashitare and Miboshi, deserved a better and more nuanced portrayal—no shade to Watase Yuu, who was a lot younger when they wrote the series, but FY was the series I learned to love characters out of spite—but I will go on liking them anyhow, because authorial write-offs make me ornery like that.

Runners-Up in no particular order—

Spinner, My Hero Academia: Every bit as homoerotically obsessed with his boss as Nemoto (or any of the other fantastic candidates the series has on offer), but the League/Spinaraki's more equitable relationship means Nemoto's "henchman" vibes are stronger.

Isurugi Camice, Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans: I love him for the hints of wounded stoicism, which are always catnip to me, but he hides his feelings too well and too long to be an ideal fit for the topic.

Ein Dalton, Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans: Probably does a better impression of being homoerotically obsessed with  Lieutenant Crank than Gaelio, but definitely more Gaelio's henchman than Crank's, so he loses out for splitting focus.

Disqualified For Reasons But I Can't Not Mention Them—

Ivan, Giant Robo: Astounding henchman vibes, and I like him and Alberto quite a lot, but he's not anywhere near obsessed enough with Alberto to fit the bill.  Ivan's maladjustedness lies in other areas.

Listor, Hugtto PreCure: JESUS CHRIST, THIS HAMSTER.  The wounded stoicism fells me again, and I 100% believe that he and his boss have had sex at least once (LOOK, you don't set up all the repeating patterns Hugtto did with George Kurai and then lead an episode framing him and Listor through gauzy pink bedcurtains if you don't know good and well what you're implying).  Still, while I love that awful pairing to death, I don't think Listor is "homoerotically obsessed" so much as he is "unbelievably lonely and in no position to turn George down."  If this were my list of Top 5 Wounded Stoics, though, you'd better believe he'd be right at the top.

Uryuu Ryuunosuke, Fate/Zero:  His sexual preoccupations are less about his boss than the perverse body horror he and said boss enact on their victims.  Which is a shame, because he would rank higher than anyone on this list if "little henchman" were the only criteria.  That kid is thrilled—just ecstatic—to be living the life he's living.

Innouva, Magic Knight Rayearth:  Given the huge magic wolf form, his vibe is less "pining for his boss" and more "loyal hound will fuck you up."  Bitchy gay attitude is fully intact, however.

Lord El-Melloi II: I probably can't count him because I don't actually ship him with Rider, but the evidence of "forever single because he's dedicated his life to living up to his king's final order" speaks for itself.  An incredible retainer-who-outlived-his-lord character whose devotion makes me weepy every goddamn time.

[tsurilol]

anyway

so basically shins mom is a bitch.

but in MUCH more detail she actually should be arrested for child abuse.

If shin gets bad grades, he gets hurt. if he messes up in ANY WAY he gets hurt. i honestly think thats why he's so weak, he wasn't allowed to fight back, so what could he do?

That obviously caused a lot of anxiety when he was a teen, so being a teen again in the fic is just horrible for him, since he knows that what shes doing is bad, but he didn't back then. so, he avoids her as much as possible, but she just says that if he closes his bedroom door if he's not getting changed (for fucking privacy) she'll get his dad to take the door off its hinges.( has actually been said to me before<3)

anx about him being trans, she would just take away every bit of comfort he had simply because she would think "it must be a bad influence." which would cause his mental health to spiral, and therefore she'd be like "youre just looking for attention."(also something I've had said to me)

this would obviously cause him to lose all his trust in her, yet she'd claim he has to regain her trust.

what do you mean I'm basing her off my own mother-

that’s. that’s not what society considers ‘normal’, Mars.

but yeah please go to hell 474k4. The fact the at Shin can fight back with his Sou mask changes quite a bit, & I’m definitely adding this to the fic.

[sunatoru]

NO WAIT I'M STILL HERE— AJHDJSAJS SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE I'VE BEEN DISTRACTED 😭

BUT THIS CHAPTER MAN DO I FEEL SATISFIED LIKE YUUJI I'M SORRY BUT YOU DESERVED EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN THAT MOMENT, Imagine begging for your life after threatening that of an innocent soul like sir, you have no room— not to mention the way he crumbled the SECOND he heard the singing was *CHEF'S KISS* I COULD NOT HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER CONCLUSION AND ENDING FOR A CHARACTER LIKE PIRATE TERU AND HIS CREW

THEN WE HAVE THE SISTERS COMING IN SPEARS OUT, VOICES READY, MELODY PLANNED OUT FOR THIS RESCUE MISSION HELL YEAH! How they literally tell him straight up that "Bro we fuckin hate your guts for what you did to our sister but we can't throw you away bc you know where she is so get to it errand boy" 👌 and the way the started criticizing Y/N's taste in men 💀 they really wanna hammer it in to him that *no we don't like you. At all.* but I'm so glad they still care abt Y/N so much despite her probably almost starting an inter-merwar bc of some guy named rintarou 😭

Y/N MY SWEET SIREN LADY YOU ARE FREE NOW, FREE TO FIND ANOTHER MAN LIKE PLEASE LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES AND FISH OUT THOSE RED FLAGS BEFORE THEY HURT YOU AGAIN </3 BUT I'M SO HAPPY SHE'S OK NOW AND HER TAIL IS ON IT'S WAY TO BECOMING NORMAL AGAIN AHSHDHAJSHSHAJAH Siren Y/N learned a LOT about humanity during her captive days and they were NOT great like at ALL (ok maybe except for that weird healer lady) BUT I hope she would still be willing to give humans a chance because she needs to know that the rest of us (who aren't pirates, freak circus owners, corrupt zoo owners, yadda yadda yadda) aren't that bad, yk specifically the human me ;) we can be besties Y/N don't worry, I'll kick the shins of everyone out to hurt you <33333

AND FINALLY RINTAROU FUCKING SUNA..... you did pretty good, yeah I still hate your guts for being a SELFISH SEA TURD but at least you acknowledge that what you did was fucked up and tried to make it right even if it is going to stain your conscious and life records forever, I WILL SAY I'm impressed at how much he made me un-hate him, I mean he's still like the worst but yk less worst and maybe yeah, the punishment of him being banished to the human world forever and never being able to go back to the ocean is k i n d a s a d, cause I'm WEAK to tropes where it's like the last you'll be able to do or see something so that explains the crack in my heart rn :" But goddamn, he learned his lesson and accepted it with grief and regret *pat pat* you did well and I begrudgingly hope for your redemption and rebirth as a character

Yk, maybe the epilogue would end with them just seeing each other one day after years and being like "Hey" "Hey" and asking how they've been, then revealing how they've got their own lives both in the ocean and on land.... I mean it could also go the route where they try to make it work but I feel like that would take one long epilogue to explain 😅 but I really look forward to what conclusion their stories will reach, whether they fall in love correctly this time or learn from their mistakes and become better people respectively, I really want to say that you have made an *AMAZING* story of two people with similar dreams yet different ways of fulfilling them, Y/N simply wanted to run away and never look back with him but Rin wanted to have his freedom set in stone no matter what it took even if it meant having to sacrifice someone he was supposed to care for

Man, this conclusion is making me EMOTIONAL 😭 but I want you to know that even if it doesn't seem like there wasn't a lot of hype for this series, I'm glad I got to be part of the hype that was there :D I'm so glad I was one of the reasons you kept going strong with this series till the end :) I'll be patiently waiting for that epilogue so go at your pace! (Also, you are one of the reasons I decided to start writing on tumblr so thanks for being inspiring with this series <333)

HAISHWOSB HIHIIII YOUR REACTIONS MAKE ME SO HAPPY TEHEHEH

HAHSHAHA ERRAND BOY😭

i’m glad i was able to make you un-hate suna, he does deeply regret what happened and i hope one day i’ll be able to revisit this series and explore his grief more! spin-off series where suna lives eternity as a human and watches humanity evolve??? 🤭🤭 jokes jokes (possibly)

“i really want to say that you have made an *AMAZING* story of two people with similar dreams yet different ways of fulfilling them.” STOP YOURE ACTUALLY GONNA MAKE ME CRY WTF 😭😭😭that’s so sweet of you i’m skdhwidnwk i really appreciate how much you looked into this story!!

IM SO GLAD YOU WERE PART OF THE HYPE TOO, the group of people who reblogged and sent asks or commented really helped carry this series and my motivation to finish it. i’m excited to write more for you guys and i hope i can do better with my next series :,>

ALSO WTF HELLO PLS DROP YOUR WRITING BLOG I WILL FOLLOW YOU AND HYPE UP YOUR POSTS THATS SOA WIDHOWBDWO,, MEEEE??? I AM ONE OF THE READONS YOU STARTED WRITING, i am fr so honoured oh my God 🫣🫂🫂🫂

[aroace-poly-show]

Bsd anon again im gonna be here a few times im having many thoughts- but I think Sin Soukou is so freaking interesting, more interesting than even Soukou or their predecessors that I cant remember the name of (Mori and Fukuzawa) Its just- something about how different they are compared to either, how much that actually affects them, the difference between how they are turning out vs how the previous Soukous turned out, how despite everything, I don't think they ever actually will kill each other. I think its so interesting the change you see with the two, the affect they have on each other compared to the others-- its just so,, interesting- Also, question of the day. Do you think its good that Dazai changed from his Port Mafia ways? With the way he treats Atsushi vs Akutagawa specifically? Do you think there's similarity between the way he treats the two at all? I often find myself thinking about how despite Dazai being better as a person, and trying his hardest to not be a bad mentor, he still ends up giving bad ideals (Thats not the right word but I cant remember the word) to Atsushi. After an attack his slapped Atsushi and told him not to pity himself, despite the fact that he had just been shown some of his worst memories and accidently hurt people he saw as friends, some of the first friends in years. Its not punching him right in the face because he cant put up a shield, no where near that, but its still not a good thing to do. I can accept that Dazai has changed a lot since the port mafia but I think he still has a very long way to go, especially when it comes to being a mentor to both Atsushi and Akutagawa, even tho he seems to messing up a lot less w Atsushi thanhe did w Akutagawa But tbf the only reason I'm thinking about this is cause its always bothered me how Dazais treated Atsushis trauma as more of a,, annoyance than anything?? Like,, idk I'm rambling at its five am lmfao I should stop before I start going off on tangents

MY FUCKING LAPTOP SHUT DOWN AGAIN WHEN I HAD ALREADY WRITTEN SO MUCH GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

anyway hello again bsd anon :DDD

about shin soukoku, tbh i really like their dynamic a lot more than soukoku or mori and fukuzawa. not to say i don't like soukoku, if you couldn't tell by what i reblog so often i definitely like them (the same cannot rlly be said about mori and fukuzawa but that's another thing lol), but i really enjoy the sskk dynamic :D they have such cool effects on each other as people and they work so well together in fighting and like i mentioned i think their conflicting views of dazai is also rlly intersting and like hrgahgdhfkjs i like them a lot kjdfsj

then to answer your question, i do think it's good that dazai left the mafia, and i do think he's trying to be better. and he's definetely a lot better than he was in the mafia. i do think he's trying to be a better mentor. but like you said, he still isn't the best at it with atsushi. he's definetely doing a lot better with atsushi than he was with akutagawa, but yeah i do think he fucked up with that slap. atsushi's, yknow traumatized from when he rlly young and he literally just hurt people he cared about who also literally wouldn't fight back. like?? idk man i think there's many much better ways to deal with atsushi spiraling??? my dude??? though i guess dazai wouldn't have experience with it lmao

i get what you mean by it kinda feeling like dazai was treating atsushi's trauma as an annoyance. didn't really like it either. to be fair dazai didn't exactly have like. a good example what to actually do. sdkhfj,,,

he is definitely a better person now though. good for him lol

[mii-ruby]

A very interesting theory. And something like that could really happen. Or she could die and come back to life, I’m sure it can also be the case.

Thanks! And yes her being revived after death is a possibility. I just hope she doesn't come back as a baby/child 'cause I've seen this trope a few times and I really dislike it.

But honestly, even though it’s sad, if all of them forget about Yona and the whole dragon story, I guess it’s the only way Zeno could actually live his mortal life. He would not be burdened by traumatic memories anymore.

Honestly I can see why you think he'll commit a harakiri if he keeps his memories, but I can also see him wanting to live a last life alongside his friends. They are important to him, they were the reason he kept his sanity during the last hundred years. He kept waiting for them (and Yona), and when he met them they cherished and protected him, even after learning he was immortal. I can see both visions.

Zeno, Shin ah, Soo-won, Mei Nyan, Jae ha, countless previous dragon warriors. I don’t think I have to explain anything. Especially Zeno and Shin ah, I can’t even dare call what they went through “a life”.  What she went through is horrible, but others went through so much more and for so much longer.

I agree about the dragons. In fact I never said in my original post that them forgetting her was unfair.

I said that about Soowon bcz to me she's not responsible for the Crimson illness: during that meeting with Hiryuu, they only discussed the dragons' matter. The descendants were never brought up and Yona never said "please don't put an end to your lineage otherwise I'll never meet Soowon and Mei-Nyan".

One of the reblogs suggested that maybe Hiryuu was planning to return to heaven which would've spared both dragons and descendants, but Yona's refusal condemned them all. The thing is: we don't know. Hiryuu didn't tell us his plan, just that he was going to put an end to the dragons. It might've included killing Zeno (like he was almost did in chapter 255) and asking the others to not have children. There are a lot of possibilities. As long as we don't have a confirmation I can't blame Yona for that. Hiryuu could've still made the decision to not have children regardless.

Apart from this, Soowon forgetting Yona is fucked up bcz they've both been a big part of the other's life. Like another reblog said "the trio's dynamic is all about memories and learning to live with them". If one forgets the other it'll leave a big hole in his/her past. And what's worse is that they didn't get the opportunity to have a heartfelt conversation yet. A lot of things are left unsaid: feeling of guilt, betrayal, hurt, information about the coup, the hairpin....etc. if he forgets about her before they even get to discuss this, it'll be such a shame.

“I will come for them as many times as it takes”. As many times as it takes? What does that mean? Is it a hint of what she will be doing?

That part confused me too. It almost sounds like "even if I fail in this life, I'll try again in the next ones as many times as it takes". But we know this is not possible. Yona will most likely be the last incarnation of Hiryuu and the story will end with her, so I don't understand what it meant.

Theory about the "Price to pay"

Spoilers 'till chapter 260

So we're finally at the point where Yona has to talk to the dragon gods herself. We knew this was bound to happen and it was honestly the most logical turn of events. What we don't know however is the price she'll have to pay to get such a wish fulfilled.

Two theories come to mind:

1/ The first and most popular one is that Yona will have to leave the mortal realm and return to heaven to be the Crimson dragon King again.

No need for the dragon warriors anymore, they'll simply lose their powers, and the gods can finally have Yona back like they always wanted, which could be the interpretation of the last line from the prophecy "And The Red Dragon Shall Return At Dawn".

This theory, although logical, is just too cruel. Akayona is not a tragedy, I can't imagine Kusanagi will end a story about found family, self growth and overcoming your trauma with the death of the main character. I desperately tried to find another suitable price that didn't envolve Yona sacrificing herself, which leads us to the second theory:

2/Yona gets to stay on earth, but all the people she knew forget about her. I know this might sound just as cruel if not more than the previous one💦, but please hear me out 'till the end!!!!

Yona had done much more to the country as a normal girl than a princess. She went to different tribes on foot, bonded with peasants, pretended to be a bandit, pirate, an entertainer... etc, and fought off traffickers and dealers without ever mentioning she was a princess. Yes those people she helped will probably forget about her, but she can return to them and help them while being herself again. She doesn't need recognition as "Princess Yona". She draws people no matter her title.

On the other, since she'll no longer possess warriors with divine powers, she won't be a target for greedy individuals or people from enemy nations, so the gods can rest assured about her safety.

Lastly, everyone forgetting about her means that the red dragon no longer exists on earth. It's like his memory left the mortal realm and ascended to heaven again "And The Red Dragon Shall Return At Dawn". This could be an interpretation of the prophecy. The red dragon won't literally return to heaven. It's his memory that will leave people's minds and return to be a property of the heaven.

Now, even though I said that everyone will forget about Yona, I'm sure there'll be one exception to this rule. Only one individual will never forget about Yona while everyone else will, and it's Hak. The first reason is obviously the romance that'll just get reset to zero if he forgets about her. I mean, knowing  him he'll probably fall in love with her again, but it's like all their moments and all the development in their relationship will disappear and restart from zero which is something a lot of readers won't accept.

The second and most powerful reason (literally the reason that made me write  this post) is that one scene from chapter 25 that everyone hated. Remember when Yona asked Hak to be the only one to call her "Princess"? Remember when she told him even if EVERYONE IN THE COUNTRY FORGETS ABOUT HER, HE HAS TO BE THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS?

What if that scene was actually foreshadowing the ending of the series? That everyone will forget about who Yona was, and that he will be the only one to remember? Ofc I'm sure it won't be that easy. Hak will probably have to pass some kind of test to prove that he's worthy of remembering Yona, but I'm sure he'll succeed and the gods will begrudgingly yield to his request so Yona won't live a sad and lonely life after they cast their spell.

Ofc I'm aware this is still a cruel predicament. The family she fought so hard to save will forget about her, but she'll be able to start a new relationship with them. It'll prove that their bond was always genuine, that it had nothing to do with the dragons' blood, and I'm sure they'll love her as much as they loved her before.

The country also will forget about princess Yona. Her achievements will probably all be attributed to Soowon (but it's not like she cares about fame or recognition anyway).

Speaking of Soowon, it's kinda fucked up that he gets to forget the girl he hurt so much. He'll forget that he ever had a cousin, that it was her father he murdered that night, that she was the one who got the gods to heal the descendants from the Crimson illness...etc, It's unfair but we can't do much about it I guess.

What do you guys think about this theory? Would you be okay with it if it happened at the end?

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!