#damn you envy why can't we have nice things?

[wuhuha]

WIP

Pausing my Oc project to make some cope fanart after watching Tomix  jumps off the pit again in 2024.

Ripped the buttons from a screenshot, but just re-drew the text box. Fun fact the font is just Arial.

[demonsword586]

Explaining WHB devils's kinks(since they all have a scientific names on their character introductions)

I can't belive I became active again just to make this post but yea. Anyway since the game is coming out soon,I wanted to make this post to explain their cannon fetishes(and to also boink everyone,since some of them are pretty.......terrifing)(Also a lot of ophilia words)

Anyway let's cut to the chase!

Starting off with Satan and his devils,we have:

Sitri! He's into cardiophilia-fixation on heartbeats and hearts.(okay pretty tame,would probably love cuddling)

Belial has discophilia-love of record sounds and record music (still quite tame,maybe a bit weird)

Leraye with his keraunophilia-sexual attraction to thunder and/or lightning(kinda weird that he get's aroused by thunder but we don't kink shame)

Astaroth with narratophilia-sexual attraction to words and stories,normally dirty ones(omg he's into dirty talk and fanfictions!Honestly who can blame him)

Zagan coming in with kinesophilia-sexual attraction to movement and exercise(oh so he's into working out and sweat....intresting)

Lastly Paimon with haematophilia-attraction to blood(also yes even tho this looks and sounds like a girl,he's actually a guy. Also I have a feeling he would love period oral)

And we can't forget about the king himself Satan,who's into spanking! Pretty self explanitory. (He's probably an ass guy)

Let's move on to Mammon with his gold diggers(not actully but you get what I mean):

First we have Bimet who has timophilia-arousal from gold or wealth(wow an actual gold digger,must be very happy when he looks at his own feet)

Then there's this cutie! Eligos with his diaphanophilia-Sexual fondness for viewing nudity through diaphanous fabrics such as veils, underwear,baby dolls etc.(.....trust me I'm just as confused as you are about the baby doll part)

Lastly the king of greed Mammon with pygophilia-arousal for buttocks(Oh he's the ass man!)

(Also I found out about Valefor's kink but don't have any images.He's into autoplushophilia-arousal from imagining you're a plush toy(legit he's so knightly and want to be a teddy bear!So cute!!!))

Continuing with Envy's devils!:

First off...Foras who's into scopophilia-attraction to looking at naked bodies or watching others in the act(....he's that shadow you feel when you're changing clothes)

Next this slay,Barbatos with that extra heliophilia-attraction to sunlight(this bitch apperantly wants to photosynthesise)

The man who inspired me to do this...Glasyalabolas with necrophilia-(if you're wondering why that word sounds familliar it's because it's attraction to dead bodies......yea....moving on!)

Lastly the king of envy,Leviathan with that breath control-choking and controling your or his breathing if it wasn't clear enough.(why do all the kings have the normal ones,kinda suprising)

Next on the plate we got Beelzebub with his little mafia bosses!(also what are those skin tight pants that they're wearing?)

The biggest Beel shenanigans supporter Bael who also has olfactophilia-arousal of human smeels and odors(....the only man who doesn't mind if you didn't shower for years. Also he can apperantly even cosplay Beel for you)

Next up Stolas who's into pecattiphila(oh sounds italian)-arousal from an act that one belives is a sin(damn he must really love being a devil then,I have a feeling he's also into virgins)

Next up the dog himself,Naberius who likes autozoophilia-sexual arousal from.....being an animal(yes....he's into pet play apperantly)

Following up is Amon(also nice collar) who likes harmatophilia- sexual arousal from incompetence or mistakes, usually made by a woman(*cough* he would love me cuz I'm useless-*cough*)

Ending this pack of wolves with Beelzebub himself who's into olfactophilia-same as Bael,this man likes smelly humans(also what the heck are those things on his knees?!)

Moving on to the fallen angel Lucifer and all the healers he took!

(bro you okay?) First off we have Morax who apperantly loves stigmatophilia-arousal from piercings and tattoos(understandable,he like that little bad boy/bad girl types)

(oh nice muscle titties) Next up Buer with doraphilia-affection towards fur and skins off animals(damn him and Neu-something would get along nicely)

Moving on to Marbas with that touch of merinthophilia-being tied up....probably into shibari as well

Finishing this batch of bad boys with Lucifer himself! Who also has dacryphilia-arousal from tears and sobbing(oh kinky....but damn kinda evil)

Continuing with the boys that make me the most uncomftrable,Asmodeus's demons(unfortunatelly we don't have any more kings,maybe they will come after the game releases)

The most disturbing one for the start,Ronove with his...acrotomophilia-fetish for....amputees(look I don't kink shame but-)

Next up this disaster of a guy,Dantalian who likes autassassinophilia-sexually aroused by the risk of being killed.(also him x theraphy sounds like a pretty nice ship)

(sir don't look at me like that) Phenix,with his pretty tame morphophilia-interest in sexual partners whose body characteristics (e.g., height, weight, skin and hair color) are different from one's own.(basiclly a size kink but with other versions of it. Also...um...is he always cumming? How are his clothes not damp?)

Next up the last sin on the list,Belphegor's demons(kinda love them actually)

Starting with smarty pants,Gusion and his saphiophilia-romantic attraction based on someone's intelligence(damn it he's into nerds)

Following up with Bathin's hodophilia-someone who loves traveling(don't know how to involve this one into the bedroom....playing beach house?....doing it in a winter jacket?...)

Now for my favorite traumatized boy, Andrealphus with his...god...oculophilia-arousal from eyes and.....licking eyes(god why are you so hot yet have one of the weirdest kinks?! What are you?Jobin?!)

Dang it! I will have to make a part 2 for the angels,since I can only add 30 pictures!

Anyway I hope you enjoyed my little presentation,sorry it's so long!

[petew21-blog]

Fitness coaching, part 2

(a different inbox request 😈) I'll refer to you as kid and combine the stories. Hope you don't mind

Warning: The kid is just a nickname. The person in this story is of age

A high school assembly where Kevij Hjenas talks about his success and motivation

Kevin (or is it Kevin really?):"Hey everyone, today I am here to talk to you about following your passing and lack of motivation. First I gotta tell you how I started. How I wasn't so different from all of you..."

Kid to himself:"Yeah, you got it easy. You had the looks, you had the muscles and no one was beating your ass when you went to high school"

Kevin continuing:"So whenever you feel like giving up, you gotta stand up to that thing and beat it. And the biggest fight there's gonna be is the one that will be in your head"

Kid;"Sure, I wanna be the one in your head. Try being me for a sec while everyone is beating your ass, looking you in the lockers and picking on you for not being good enough."

Kevin:"And if you ever have a problem, don't worry to walk up to adults and ask for help. Most of the adults are willing to help you win your fight"

Kid:"Jesus, Kevin. I admire you and yet you come to school and talk to us about this bullshit? Nobody cares. Of course they don't. They don't want to fill the paperwork, talk to the parents. It's easier not to care. Damn. I wish I could be Kevin Hjenas and him to be me so that he could see what it's like to be a kid in high school again"

BAM

Kid tries to open his eyes, but can't. He can feel... stretched? Around something. He can feel something hard inside of him. He can feel a butt? What is going on?

He tried to scream:"What happened? Where am I?"

Kevin stops his speech as the voice inside of his head now turned more louder, but it sounds different. "Kevin? Go back to being an obedient speedo, would you? I got a presentation to finish."

Kid:"Kevin? What? I am... I am a student. I was just watching Kevin. Why are you calling me Kevin? Where am I? Did you just call me a speedo?"

Suddenly a kid's in the audience gets up from his seat. "I can see again. I can talk! Somebody help me. Someone stole my body." He stares in disbelief at his previous Kevin Hjenas body, or atleast the one who looks like him. "You did that! Give me my body back!"

Teacher:"That's enough of this outburst young man, you'll come with me to the principal."

The other kids lost it and the whole auditorium started laughing. This kid is gonna get beat up today so much more than usually.

(Not) Kevin to Kid as his speedo:"Look kid. Let me finish this and I'll explain. Ok? Just stay silent and I'll fix this. Ok?"

Kevin finishes the presentation and goes to the nearby park

Kevin:"So tell me what did you do before you ended up as my speedo?"

Kid:"I couldn't believe the bullshit you were talking at the assembly. I had the worst time yesterday and I envied you. Your body, your fame. Everything. So I wished to be in Kevin Hjenas body and him to be in mine"

Kevin:"Oh... I see what went wrong"

Kid:"It didn't work, that's what went wrong"

Kevin:"Well technically you are in Kevin's body. Cause... I'm not really Kevin. I'm wearing his body as a speedo and that gives me the ability to look like him. I'm a different person. So the one screaming in your body at the auditorium was the real Kevin in your body"

Kid:"Ok, then change me back to his body then. If you have the power."

Kevin:"It's not that easy... we gotta contact this writer. He writes stories and if you ask he grants you the wish in a form of a story/transformation. He likes to play with his subjects after. But the waiting time is horrible. He works all the time and only writes a few stories a day. So that is the tricky part"

Kid:"So what if we ask him nicely? Maybe if we explain the situation to him, he might understand"

Kevin:"You really are naive, kid. But it's worth a shot. Let's go home. You gotta get used to being a speedo and there is not better time to let you learn like now"

Kevin's dick gets visibly hard

Kid:"Oh, this is strange. But... it feels nice. I can actually feel it"

Kevin:"Just a few benefits of being a piece of clothing. Just wait till you feel me stroke myself or have an orgasm. Oh jesus. How old are you kid?"

Kid:"Don't worry. I'm old enough to feel you cum onto my... fabric?"

Two months later

Author:"Oh hey Kevin. Sorry for the waiting time. You wouldn't believe what kind of wishes all the people have. There was thos guy who wanted to be merged as Hulk and..."

Kevin:"Stop. This can't wait. I need a favour. And so does this kid." Kevin pulls down his shorts and points at his speedo

Author:"Is there something wrong with the real Kevin? You still look like him so what's the issue?"

Kevin:"The issue is, that this isn't Kevin anymore. Some kid from local High school wanted to swap bodies with him and he did. Kevin is now attending school again, while he is stuck embracing my dick as speedo"

Author:"Oh... well. I don't have good news for you boys. Because another spell intervened, I can't really do much about the appearance of Kevin's original body. But... there might be a solution. You may not like it"

Kid:"I don't care, I just want to feel what it's like to be a human again. Atleast for a while"

Kevin:"The kid is on board with whatever plan you got. Depends what it means for me."

Author:"It's quite simple, guys. You might have to learn how to share. You'll both have the ability to control your body, swapping with the speedo. Only one gets to control the human body, while the other rests as speedo"

Kevin:"I'm not giving this up. I worked hard to look like Kevin"

Kid:"You can't do this to me"

Kevin:"Can't you place his soul into something else, please?"

Author:"Wish I could, but both of these spell are now combined and can't be broken. If I take his soul away, you won't look like Kevin anymore. It's either this or full reversal. And let me tell you... Kevin is gonna be really pissed"

Kevin:"Would you be ok with that? Sharing a body like Jekyll and Hyde?"

Kid:"Who's that suppose to be?"

Kevin:"Jesus you kids these days. So... like Moon Knight?"

Kid:"Oh cool. If it means I get to be human and also Kevin, I'm in."

Kevin:"Ok, let's do this..."

Two weeks later, pier beach

Kevin:"You should stop with all these carbs. We'll get fat"

Kid:"Oh shut up. I'm enjoying myself."

Fan:"Hey, Kevin. Could I take a photo with you?"

Kid:"Oh yeah. Right on"

Fan:"Thank you. Could... could I touch your biceps, sir?"

Kid:"Oh of course. Go on. I can't get enough of these things too. They are massive right?"

Fan:"Haha. Yeah. Thank you"

Kevin:"You need to tone it down a bit. People are gonna get suspicious."

Kid:"Oh relax. You'll get your turn soon. I'm just enjoying my part of the day. I still think it's unfair that you get the night. I wanna party and fuck other people too. And not just as a speedo"

Kevin:"You'll have a chance soon. Don't worry"

Who knows if the boys will learn to share

A request from Inbox story set as a second part. Guys, you two might have to learn how to share 😁

Hello today is worst day of school someone just randomly pick on me and the worst is no one at the school cared for me, tomorrow kevin hejnas is coming to our school i just wish i could be him so i could feel what life would be as a famous man.

[onyourowndaisymae]

cool about it

just some little drabble-esque musings about the angst of being the attendant to people who don't know you like you know them

content + warnings: angsty, some romantic coding but nothing explicitly indicating a relationship/interest, nightbringer timeline

Once, I took your medication to know what it's like And now I have to act like I can't read your mind I ask you how you're doing and I let you lie

But we don't have to talk about it I can walk you home and practice method acting I'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning Tellin' you it's nice to see how good you're doing Even though we know it isn't true

{cool about it, boygenius}

life carries on.

the world still spins, the sun still rises, and the devildom grows busy with the hustle and bustle of demons. they laugh and cry and hug and party just as you remember they should. it's thousands of years before you're even a sprout in your own family tree, but you don't get a say in the way that time moves forward.

the demon brothers aren't how you remember them-- then again, you never met them shortly after the fall, did you? what a strange feeling, loving someone who's a stranger to you now...

mammon tries to be nonchalant as he steps in front of you again, shielding your body from the chaos of his family's antics. there's a strange sense of protectiveness he feels over you, even though he knows damn well you're a capable demon. but being around you leaves his head devoid of all reason. he craves you like flowers crave rain in early spring, like the dead of night craves the gentle kiss of dawn. he's glued to your side as you drift from room to room, fulfilling your attendant duties with care. there's just something about you that makes him need you. he needs to be your favorite, your closest demon, the one you think of first when anything happens. he wants to be be good enough to earn your approval-- if that ends with him humiliating himself just to get a smile from you, then he considers it time well spent.

levi hears your voice echo down the hallway, and it makes him flinch. is that your laughter? his ear presses against the cold wood to listen in. envy stirs in his gut, makes his tail flick impatiently against the wood as he strains to hear you. he certainly doesn't care about a normie demon like you. so what if you helped him keep snake? so what if he's jealous of how easily his brothers have made their way to your good side? you make him feel things he'd never thought he'd be able to feel. so... just hang out with him, alright? just sit near him and talk about snake and let him pretend for just a moment that you want to hang out with him as much as he does you.

beelzebub smiles at you from the kitchen counter, watching you curiously as mammon and asmo toddle after you. you gather ingredients from the fridge-- strangely colored, odd, completely native to the devildom-- and lay them out on the counter. then you carefully show that what to do with each ingredient, what they pair best with, what they're supposed to taste like when prepared correctly. his brothers watch wide-eyed, fascinated as you cook scary ingredients into delicious food. beel doesn't blame them. you feel like home. you're a warm hug, a nice meal, a shoulder to lean on as things get rough. he doesn't question his fondness towards you. you're just... special. he doesn't want to question what makes you feel so nice to be around-- he'd rather just bask in your warmth, like a child savoring the summer sun.

asmodeus' lips curl into a grin each time he bounds towards you. his words are honey, his expression the sweetest confection as he dotes on you. he eyes you with curiosity. you are a puzzle to him, a mix of familiarity and newness that has him wondering if he'd met you before in some previous life. he can't get enough of you, and yet, he doesn't know why. he wants a spot at every table next to you, an invitation to every event you attend, a reason to stick by your side as much as he wants to. you're something special to him. he doesn't exactly know why his heart races when you brush his hair off of his face or admire his nails when he shows you, but he's excited to find out.

satan knows rage very well. it's who he is, a fundamental part of his being like the color of his eyes or the barbs of his tail. yet when he's around you, his anger quiets-- once a snarling beast, he's reduced to a curious feline in your presence. what are you doing? why? he skulks behind you in the shadows to observe your daily happenings. he wants to analyze you. if he could pin you between microscope slides and study you as closely as he'd like, he would. you fascinate him. his wrath is a wildfire, destructive and all consuming... but around you, he finds himself to be a lit fireplace. always capable of danger, but content crackling beside you to keep you warm.

belphegor curls into his spot on the couch with a smile knowing you're nearby. the room just feels a little lighter when you're there to wrangle his older brothers. the fire crackles pleasantly, intermingling with your voice as you lecture one of his brothers outside the library. your footsteps sound louder, now, and he peeks one of his eyelids open to see your feet nearby. there's a few shuffling noises before he feels the pleasant weight of a blanket draped over his "sleeping" body. that's you. you're an old knitted afghan, familiar and cozy yet new all the same. he doesn't understand why he feels so comfortable around you. but he's never been one to question his blessings-- he waits until you leave to get cozy under the covers.

lucifer regards you with a chilliness that makes your teeth chatter. his eyes are hard as he watches you scurry about, dealing with his brothers' nonsense. his gaze is always piercing, his lips in a hard line to prevent them from curling into a sneer. just because he's a demon now doesn't mean that he embraces others-- especially not lower level demons like you. he doesn't trust you or your intentions. why do you feel so familiar? why do your smiles make him feel fuzzy inside, like he holds some unseen fondness for you? he doesn't know you! there's no reason he should gravitate towards you, and yet, he does. and it scares the shit out of him. so he'll keep putting walls between you and him until he understands the extent of your emotional sorcery.

your heart breaks a little more with each and every interaction. it's hard to put on an aloof persona to tend to the brothers' needs, but you do it. you do it because you love them. you plaster on a fake smile and walk through the doors of the house of lamentation with your head held high. if you stand tall enough, maybe you can avoid drowning in the memories you've made here in another life. you can act your way through each interaction, saying all the right things and being what they need at this time in their lives.

maybe, just maybe, you can help them become the demons you love so dearly in your own time-- even if that means breaking your own heart with each fake smile.

[land-of-holly]

Rings of Power Season 2 Episode 5 Liveblog

Ooh nice landscape shot over the Misty Mountains

The Seven!

Is all of King Durin's bling also gonna fall victim to the Ring's jealousy?

Narviiiiiiii

The King's just going mad with power, nothing to see here

He may have brought the light back, but it's still an OSHA violation

THE DOORS OF DURIN!

If this is all we get of the Celebrimbor/Narvi teamup I will be disappointed but LOOK ANNATAR!

Tyelpe is on to him!

Love the conflict over the rings for Men. This is the kind of development upon previous work I look for in an adaptation. It fits well into the previous themes.

Annatar had NO SENSE OF PERSONAL SPACE

Well obviously Annatar isn't just going to take no for an answer.

NO he's just going to make them himself?? Just disregard Celebrimbor entirely?

Ooh, here comes Pharazon's Elf envy

Damn this guy is hardcore, who says that to their own son?

I do see why people ship Miriel/Elendil, damn

Oh girl, you don't really believe not fighting back is the answer. I can see it. You wanna fight back so bad.

Mass resignation?

Oooh, nope

I love the father-daughter conflict! It's a role women don't get to play very often in this exact way

Political unrest in Numenor!

Just because Pharazon is anti-elf doesn't mean he's anti-power lol

Dead...fish?

Normally I'm against disparaging the wielding of a perfectly useful tool to attain valid goals as "cheating", but one, I can't contradict my wife Disa, and two, that ring is obviously super sus

New taxes??

An extended scene of ball chasing is a little silly but I am not immune to DISA LEGS

She has echolocation??

More dwarf extras!

Okay now King D's just getting nasty

I've made peace with Early Balrog. It's not like they have a 3rd age timeline to fuck up, after all

I guess not even a ring can separate a dwarf from his bling, it's still there

Forge is haunted.

Aw damn he nerdsniped Celebrimbor

Wonderful convo between Celebrimbor and Durin

So Mirdania did see Annatar's true form, and he admits it, but he convinced her not to tell an adult like a FUCKING CREEP

Oh THAT'S why everyone was talking about Annatar rizzing Mirdania up, JESUS

DON'T TOUCH HER

Damn, Kemen, you shouldn't have cultivated such a punchable face

And Valandil, unfortunately, shouldn't have let himself been named after a canon character's future canon kid

The dropping of 'Faithful' and 'King's Men' felt clunky to ME but it's possible I'm biased

Annatar once again proves to be made ENTIRELY out of red flags. Protip, kids: if someone is all "Well now we've been bad together, we have no choice but to never talk to anyone else about this or we'll be in trouble"--RUN

(Seriously)

Elf extras!

Oh no now he's just sinking more cost, trying to make things right. Poor Tyelpe.

Oh, right! What's Adar up to?

Oh the elf armies need help? Whoever could come to their aid?

Everyone wants Galadriel on their team!

Wow there was a bunch about this episode that I liked a lot. Annatar continued to be the absolute star of this show, the fucking creeper

[beanghostprincess]

Oh my god man just read your childhood sanuso au and I gotta say, it's such a nice read. One of my favorite tropes are childhood best friends who lost each other then reunite it's so beautiful.

And when you wrote how Nami said Usopp talks about him, ugh literal heart eyes

I have this hc where before Sanji, Usopp and Nami would be the one taking care of the kitchen and food so I can just imagine Usopp yapping about his old best friend to Nami while they're preparing dinner together and she's just nodding along not believing him in the slightest but still happy to listen

Like they'd be chopping vegetables for some simple stew and Usopp would open his mouth, "you know Nami, I actually met one of the best cooks in all of east blue when I was little, dare I say he was the best in all the seas" and he starts to ramble as Nami just goes "oh yeah? Mhmm" to him 😭😭

Love your little fic thing man it's such a treat

It's one of my favorite tropes too!!! I think they totally have the energy to be childhood BFFs. It fits them so damn much!

Nami would not believe a word Usopp says. Not her. Not anybody. Because, okay, saying "I used to have a cook best friend" isn't really that unbelievable. But the way Usopp talks about Sanji is so dramatic and poetic that they genuinely don't believe a word he's saying because it sounds too fantastic and too good to be true. Luffy won't stop mentioning they need a cook, and Usopp acts the same way every time and starts telling all the stories and little adventures they had (by 'little adventures' meaning 'we once sneaked into Kaya's home and baked cookies with her in the middle of the night and one of her caretakers was really angry but instantly gave up when he tasted the cookies because Sanji's food was just too good'. Which sounds like a real thing that happened. Because it happened. But they don't believe a word he's saying anyway because of the way he talks about him it's... Too romantic and imaginary to be true). Zoro and Nami don't believe that he had a friend like that (because he genuinely speaks about Sanji like a fucking God of food) and Luffy won't stop saying things like "If you know a cook you should've said it sooner!! Where is he now???!! Perhaps he joins us!!" but it's a very sensitive topic for Usopp and he refuses to tell them the truth, so he just smiles bitterly and says "We had to go separate ways I- I don't know where he is but!! But he wouldn't join us, anyway! He'd stay loyal to his captain! (referring to himself)". This is kind of why Nami and Zoro don't believe him either, y'know? The way he talks about being someone else's captain like it's a real thing.

Usopp wants to find Sanji again, he really does. But he also doesn't want to because it's embarrassing for him to find Sanji again and tell him he's the sniper of another pirate crew instead of having one of his own. The thought of Sanji joining them is great and he's dying to meet him again, but just thinking about Sanji being somebody else's cook makes his blood boil with envy. Even if it's Luffy. He loves Luffy. He knows he'll be the king of the pirates, and there's no doubt about that. But damn... He can't help but wish, just a little bit inside, behind all the jokes he makes about being a captain, that he was still Sanji's captain.

Then they meet again and none of them can believe that Sanji is actually real. And he actually calls Usopp captain??? And it's- It's just too much, man. Luffy gets a bit defensive over his title and says that no, HE is the captain and not Usopp. And Sanji is a bit confused at first and shame takes over Usopp because: "So- So you are not the captain, then?"

Usopp: Well, It's- It's a vague thing, right, Luffy? It's a shared- Luffy: It's not a shared thing, I am the captain. Zoro's the first mate. Nami is our navigator- Nami: I am not your anything. We're just working together! Luffy: And you are our sniper!!! Sanji: You're the sniper, then? Not the captain? Usopp: .... I really tried to- Sanji: It's fine. Don't worry. I'm sure your gorgeous navigator right here is starving. What do you all want to eat?

It's a bit uncomfortable. Really. Everything's the same as in the original story except that now you need to add a scene of Usopp explaining what really happened to the crew when Sanji goes away, and Luffy going "You might not be the captain but he could still be your cook!! I want him with us!!" and Usopp keeps saying that he doesn't need to do anything for him. Luffy actually says he's not. He just likes Sanji's food. Sanji refuses to go with them, yadda yadda yadda. And Usopp goes to talk to him because, despite being ashamed, he really, really wants Sanji back in his life. It kind of goes like this (I don't do narration today guys I just woke up and I maybe write a fic so y'all will have to wait):

Usopp: So... You're not coming with us? Sanji: .... I have stuff to do here. I can't just leave. Usopp: But you're not happy here- Sanji: How do you know that? Usopp: Because I know you! Sanji: We've been what?! Nine years without seeing each other?? You don't- Usopp: So you're going to find the All Blue trapped in here? That's what you're saying? Sanji: It's not- Usopp: Sanji, you can't just throw away your dream- Sanji: Throw away my dream like you did?! What happened to Captain Usopp, huh?! What's the point of finding the All Blue if you're not my captain?! What's the point of only one of us achieving our dreams?! Usopp: ... I'm sorry. I really tried to, I just- Maybe dreams change? Maybe I'm just meant to be a sniper! An adventurer. Like my father is. That's enough for me. If you accept Luffy's offer then we will be together and- Sanji: And you won't be my captain. I don't think I can- Shit, Usopp, I waited for you. For so long. Usopp: I might not be your captain anymore, but you're still my cook! You will forever be my cook and- If I go away and I don't bring you here with me I will forever regret it. Not going with you was the biggest mistake of my life, please. Sanji: ... I'm kind of glad you didn't. I nearly died the week after I left Syrup Village. Usopp: ??? What???! Sanji: Long story short, bad weather, Zeff's crew attacked us, ship sunk, got stuck in a huge-ass rock without food, Zeff saved me, uh- Yeah. Long story. At least you were safe, so- Usopp: I could've been with you. Sanji: Or you could've died. Hey, just- Let me do my own thing, okay? It was nice seeing you again... Captain.

You know the drill, Sanji has his talk about the All Blue with Luffy. Everything is kind of the same? The soup thing. Zeff fights with Sanji. Zeff tells Luffy to take him with him. Etc, etc, etc. You just need to have in mind the 'Usopp factor' and that Sanji needs to learn to see Luffy as his captain (not hard, because it's Luffy) and learn to see that Usopp's dream wasn't being a captain, but to be more than what people thought he was. And with this crew and Luffy he'll be able to do so. So Sanji happily joins them and he sees Usopp as the best adventurer and bravest pirate already. Like, in his eyes, getting to know Usopp again is the most exciting thing in the world + having a new captain he trusts with his life + getting to achieve his dream.

I don't want to use this post for more because I think I'm getting too carried away, but... You know. Everything is extremely sweet. They have the same canon dynamic but Usopp really, really tries to act braver and show off more in front of Sanji. He wants to live up to his expectations. But then he gets scared easily and Sanji doesn't mind at all because he knows how his best friend is, it's alright. He'll protect him. He'll do what he can't. On the other hand, Sanji is- He's the happiest he's ever been. He's sometimes so done with Usopp's shenanigans, but I think he's extremely clingy with him. They're not dating but they're... It's so obvious. The closet is glass and Sanji's hatred for men and internalized homophobia does not exist when it comes to Usopp. I mean, a bit of internalized homophobia is always there, but at least he doesn't try to be the straightest man alive when he's with Usopp. They feel like kids again when they're together and they have,,, So much fun. They sleep cuddling together because Sanji has missed him so much and likes having Usopp close. Usopp stays with him every time Sanji cooks. Nobody gets the inside jokes they make in front of everybody. Sanji is way more vocal about his feelings for him and keeps referring to Usopp as his best friend to anybody who asks. Usopp tells stories that are definitely not true to Sanji but Sanji nods and accepts them happily anyway. Usopp tells him about how Kaya had a crush on him, and Sanji is extremely confused because he's like "No?? She told me she had a crush on you?" and Nami is behind them like "You two are fucking idiots. She wants both of you. Now deal with it without fighting on deck, please." And they- They don't really know what to do with that information, so they send her a letter asking (and panicking about it) and she responds with another one, saying that Nami is right and if it's not too impertinent and selfish she'd like to wait and see both of them to tell them how she feels face to face. Until then, she'll wait for them. Usopp and Sanji don't really, uh, talk about it. Basically, they're the clingiest thing ever and everyone knows what's going on between them except them.

I have thoughts about how Water 7 would play out with these two, but I don't know if you're enjoying it enough for me to write the biggest post about it??? Idk. Let me know. I feel like I'm making this post too long. I am sorry-

[lexpape]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝐕 ˚ @serpentsexile 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐊 : Ohhhh, you're going to console me?

➺  •║ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 ║• ❝ Just shut the fuck up. I just know you're gonna pull something again if I have this on me. ❞

➺  •║ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 ║• A tiny plastic spray bottle of what looks like perfume with a glittery shimmer was dropped onto the table before the god, almost as if the thing were a burning coal in his hands. The thing couldn't be cologne, of course. It was useless trying to gift Envy that. No, this was a more... familiar scent. Something that had lingered on the dog a few too many times to be comfortable.

➺  •║ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 ║• ❝ Said she needed a top up. Made me buy her the biggest damn bottle they had available and the sales rep still shoved a sample onto me. I can't carry that around, because we both know what bullshit you pull if I smell even remotely of her. Especially if you're in a shit mood like you are now. ❞

➺  •║ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 ║• His arms crossed as his body damn near instinctively shrunk in Envy's presence. Green eyes cautiously flickered between the floor, and a rather daring glance into the pair of red staring back at him. Any sane person would probably get out of the room... hell, the whole casino right about now. But Jack never quite had the luxury to run. Too easy of an invite to be hunted down. Seen as a coward. At least if he fought back, he could save what little dignity he had left.

➺  •║ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 ║• ... And it was a risky move. He downright admitted to being around her once again, and if he ever had the capacity to make room in his heart again then he too would be pissed off that they were relying on another. But he was hoping that appeasing to his obsession would somehow get him to lighten up. For a week or two ideally. But even a day would suffice. Or a few hours. Give him a chance to get a drink at one of the only places that served something half decent and wasn't on the verge of banning him or full of pricks that would give him a hard time.

➺  •║ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 ║• Jack was never outright nice to Envy. There had only been... what. A small handful of times he had even opened up ?? He wasn't even coherent for half of them anyway, and he was certainly not in the mood to sit there and explained why he looked exceptionally roughed up and in need of some century long hibernation. Frankly, all of this could be avoided or fixed, but the steaming pile of shit that was his "doctor" wouldn't even give him the time of day, which meant resorting to other means... God, it had been a real shit week.

[idabbleincrazy]

Never a Wish Better Than This (1/?)

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Characters: Clark, Lex, others mentioned

Word Count: 3005

Warnings: fix-it fic, season 4, first person pov, switching pov, feelings

Summary: Clark turns 18, Lex takes one last chance at making things right between them.

A/N: so, yeah...I never write in first person for fic, but it just felt right for this one. set between Blank and Ageless, with references to s1-4 throughout. hope you like my first attempt at a Clex fic!

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"I owe you my life, Clark. I'll never forget that."

"I guess adrenaline is really a powerful thing, Clark. Good thing, too, or all three of us would be dead now."*

"Yes, I was looking into the accident, but I'm done with that. There's nothing under the surface I need to know."

"I had to kill him, Clark, you understand that right? He hurt you, he was going to kill your father. I had to."

"I put too much trust in a pair of pretty green eyes, and nearly lost everything. I let her too close and almost paid for that mistake with my life, and your father's freedom. And, once again you saved me."

"You know, my father told me, every Arthur needs his Merlin. But even Merlin couldn't save Arthur from falling in the end. Luckily, I have you, Clark. Let's just hope you can keep me from a one way trip to Avalon."

"I wish you could trust me, Clark, really trust me. I just can't stop feeling like there's something important you've kept hidden from me, since the day we met. And, every time I think you're close to finally telling me, you veer off course."

"I'm glad you're back to normal, repressed, farmboy. Rebellion isn't really your color, Clark. But, if you ever need to borrow the Ferrari again, make sure it stays within the town limits."

"I'm not sure if I'm more relieved or disappointed, knowing for sure you're not my brother, Clark. It would have been nice, growing up with you, but at least you aren't tainted by Luthor blood." 

"I'm sorry about Ryan, Clark. Guess I was wrong, you really would make a great brother."

"Naman and Sageeth, Warrior Angel and Devilicus…I hate when stories don't give the details on how two people go from being best friends to sworn enemies."

"I'm sorry about how often your family gets drawn into the Luthor chaos, Clark. I hope you don't regret our friendship."

"I truly am sorry about my part in Eric Marsh coming after you and your parents, Clark. I wouldn't have bailed him out if I had known. The last thing I would ever want is for your family to be hurt."

"My memory of my actions shortly before I was admitted to Belle Reve are hazy at best, but if the pain I'm told I caused you and Lana really happened, I'm sorry, Clark. I only hope I didn't do anything too…untoward, with you, beyond nearly shooting you. Only, I keep getting a fuzzy picture in my head, when I try to remember. You, and me, in the loft. I was singing a lullaby. Suddenly, I was right next to you, and then there was this warmth, your warmth, surrounding me. Whenever I think of that moment, my lips ache."

"Why won't you let me help you, Clark? I could protect you from my father, if you would just open up to me. What is so damned important about those caves that we just keep circling back to them? What are those drawings to you?"

"I appreciate your worry, Clark, but isn't it a bit hypocritical to keep pushing me to reveal my most tumultuous secrets, while denying me your own?"

"You chose right with Pete, Clark. I envy his strength. I'm sorry he had to move. But it's probably safer this way, for both of you."

"I'm glad I can call you my friend again, Clark. I'm sorry I messed it up the first time around. These have been the loneliest five months of my life. I've grown too used to you showing up on my doorstep when I least expect it."

"What is it that you're hiding from me, Clark? What did I learn in those seven weeks that just keeps eluding me? All these secrets and lies…I don't know how much more I can take."

"There's a darkness inside me, Clark, and it scares me. One small lapse in judgment, and I could hurt everyone I care about."

May 3rd, 2005

Lex's POV: 

So many starts to conversations that ended before they really went anywhere. So many opportunities to get closer, to rid ourselves of the distance between us, to bring to light the secrets that stained and strained our friendship. But then, that was why I was usually the one ending them, wasn't it? Even when I was the one who started it. Pulled away, put the walls back up, slipped that mask of cool indifference back on, before he could get too close. Because if he did, how could I resist?

How would I be able to walk away, sane and whole, if he closed that gap? If he bared his soul, spilled all his secrets, how could I keep him pure? That beautiful, innocent, pristine farmboy, would only be tainted if he got that close. Too young, too naive…I would have ruined him. I still might.

I could count the number of people I have ever cared about almost as much as I care about Clark on one hand, with three digits left to spare. I would call it love, if I thought I still had the ability to feel that particular emotion. I've tried for nearly four years to keep him at arm's length. Tried for four years to let myself have the one thing I wanted even more than my father's approval. Four years of yearning, dreaming of thick, black hair, and piercing green eyes. Haunted by pouting lips that could drive angels to sin, and hands big and strong enough to catch them when they fell. 

Will I ruin this perfect, flawed, creature once I have him in my arms? After he has saved me countless times since that first life-changing, life-ending…life-starting…day on the bridge, could I take the chance that I won't destroy him? Can I really resist the chance to find out? Even a saint's patience has its limits. 

How many trips to Suicide Slums have I made, finding just the right shade of green eyes, the right pair of plump lips, shoulders just broad enough, to make the endless need go away, just for a little bit? Just long enough to pretend I didn't ache every time Clark walked through my door. That I didn't want anything more than to push him down onto the leather couch in my office and despoil that paragon of perfection. Tan, dark haired men aren't too hard to find, if you know where to look, if you have the right connections, and the wallet big enough to back it up. So eager to please, to kneel, to worship the Luthor cock. But none of them, not one, close enough to his perfection to sate my hunger for his presence. 

This past year has been the hardest, months spent trying to salvage the wreckage of our friendship. The mysterious and creepy misadventure of my father somehow switching bodies with Clark. Chloe's wild and out birthday party, that I'm sure I still don't have all the details on. Being framed for the murder of an innocent woman by a scorned one-night-stand, both of whom I only even glanced twice at because of features that made me think of Clark. Almost killing the entire Kent family with one of my ill-thought experiments. Watching Jason and Lana, envious of what they had, wanting that with Clark. Their age gap had been the least of their problems, and seeing them together had given me hope, even if they had ultimately parted ways. I know it's a small town with even smaller world views, but still…

There I go, getting ahead of myself again. Thinking like I know for a fact that Clark feels the same way I do, that the attraction is mutual. But, I've seen the looks he's given me over the years. The deer-in-the-headlights look I see when we're playing pool and I've just turned around from taking my shot, his gaze quickly flitting up to mine, and away, his next move fumbled. Felt the lingering touches, like he didn't want to have to pull away. He's the only one I let touch me so casually, you know? The only one I willingly hug, even if the embrace is painfully shorter than I care for. Even lovers aren't allowed to touch more than necessary to bring me off. I flinch from my father's hand whenever possible, my skin crawling with unease when he manages to act out his parody of paternal love. 

But, how many times have I greased the way into Lana's heart for Clark? Sure, they were mostly misguided attempts to rid myself of the temptation he posed. And still, through all their back and forth, they just couldn't make it work. It gave me hope that I tried to ignore, Clark's inability to settle for either Lana or even Chloe. …Or Alicia, who seemed to be both girls wrapped in one, beautiful and brilliant, but so very troubled; though, given how long he'd mourned her, she may have come the closest to keeping his heart. 

How many times, during our talks, have I seen those cow eyes darken, ever so slightly, before the faintest flush of color rose on his cheeks, making him turn away, his speech suddenly stumbling? How many of my loaded comments have left him speechless, the untrippable boy now awkward as a fawn taking its first steps. Is it such a stretch to really believe there's a possibility of him returning my affection? 

The Grandfather clock in the corner strikes the hour, and I stand from my chair. Time to bring some kind of resolution to the circles we seem to run around each other. One way or the other. But first, one more look at Clark's gift. I hope it's one he'll accept without all the hemming and hawing that's followed every other token of my appreciation and affection.

Clark's POV: 

I had almost given up hope of him accepting my invitation. What excitement can a small gathering of friends at a farm in Kansas hold to draw the attention of a world-savvy billionaire? Fried chicken and homemade cake could hardly compare to caviar and creme brulee. But still, I could hope. Hope that he'll show up, even for a minute, hope that he'll help give this regrowing friendship a fighting chance. 

It's hard to keep that hope for friendship from spreading into hope for something more. 

Since that day on the bridge, I’ve tried wrapping my mind around so many feelings, so many confusing urges. It was worse in the beginning, my body going through so many changes, both human and alien. Learning bits and pieces of the truth of who I am. Still so much left unknown. 

As my mind wanders, I look over at my friends. Pete showed up this afternoon, a surprise. Said he couldn't miss the only birthday party I've ever thrown. He'll probably have to leave soon if he wants to make it back to Wichita before curfew. Chloe, with her bright, bubblegum smile and knowing eyes, doing her best to keep Lois from annoying me too much. Lana, demure smile in place, eyes flitting over to me every so often. My heart twinges with a good dose of guilt every time she does. 

I still hold a place for her in my heart, but it's not the same. Hasn't been since he moved in, really. Lana was the girl next door, the one I thought I would always see as the love of my life. But, since that day on the bridge, slowly, but surely, things have changed.

Saving Lex was the catalyst for so much change. That not-really-a-kiss threw a wrench into everything I thought I knew about myself. It was only CPR, but from the first press of my lips against Lex's, it was like the whole world had shifted. And not just mentally. It was as if bringing Lex back to life had been a jumpstart on a molecular level. Before, I'd always been strong and fast and practically indestructible, but within a few weeks of meeting Lex, up popped the x-ray vision. God, that was an embarrassing couple of weeks while I got it under control. The vague dreams I'd been having got slightly more focused after I caught a flash of Lex in his boxers before I could close my eyes. It wasn't the first time I'd woken up sticky, but before that, it had always been Lana haunting my erotic dreams, like when I'd first started waking up floating above my bed. 

I had managed to push aside the confusing feelings that were blooming since meeting Lex, mostly, until the start of my sophomore year and the height of the heat wave. How many fires did I almost start, thinking of Lex? Those were the worst few months. Especially while Desiree was around. Talk about confusing. Didn't help that Chloe had to chime in with her observation that Desiree looked like a female version of me. Suddenly all I could think of was Lex giving me the sultry, sloe-eyed stares he'd been giving her. 

After that, my imaginings decided they were no longer happy secluding themselves to my sleeping hours. The first time I touched myself to thoughts of Lex happened shortly after Desiree's spell over him was broken. None of my jerk-off sessions had ever led to that powerful an orgasm. Thank God my parents weren't home; I don't think I'd have had the higher brain function required to explain the scream that accompanied my explosive release.

After my mini freak out over the careening change in direction of my fantasies, I did some…research. Let's just say, I really hope my parents don't do any in-depth searching into my internet history any time soon. My dad really doesn't need another heart attack. 

Through the wonders of the internet, I discovered that, yeah, maybe I did have some attraction to guys. None of the porn I stumbled across made me feel quite as aroused as my Lex-based daydreams, but I couldn't deny that there had been some definite tightening of my jeans as I watched. I also discovered that my attraction to girls may have lessened, but not entirely disappeared. Lana still entered my dreams from time to time; and there was that one really haunting visit where she showed up while Lex and I were tangled together, and instead of the freak-out dream-me had expected, she eagerly joined in. That had led me down a whole other rabbit hole. 

But, still, life continued on, with just another secret about myself to hide beneath my naive, bumbling exterior. I think I've managed to keep my growing attraction to Lex a secret from nearly everyone. Except maybe from Chloe. She's altogether too good at ferreting out the truth, and I've seen some of the looks she's given me when the conversation turns to Lex, or when he shows up with yet another extravagant gift I can't keep. If anyone knows, it would be her. Has she seen it there, on my face? The longing? The need? Are they the same looks I never managed to recognize her casting my way…the same looks I sometimes still see her give me when she thinks I'm not looking? 

Things only got harder after tenth grade. After I ran away in a haze of red Kryptonite, guilt-ridden over the aftermath of my decision to destroy the ship and bitter over Lex's latest marriage. Metropolis opened my eyes to a world of new experiences. While Clark was busy hiding from the pain he'd caused and the struggle of figuring out whether he still loved Lana the same way he always had or if Lex had slowly but surely replaced her atop that lonely pedestal, Kal was having the time of his life. 

No rules, no chores, no curfew, and just legal enough. Oh yeah, Kal had no qualms about living it up in the big city. And now I've got a brain full of memories, memories of experiences I'd rather have explored with people I'd known for more than an hour. I mean, I'm still a…virgin…in all the ways that count the most, but there were plenty of firsts that got checked off the list during those months of self-imposed exile. But, I confirmed without a doubt that I am definitely, undeniably, bisexual.

I knew Lex had supplanted himself ahead of Lana in my romantic leanings when the sight of her with Jason didn't hurt the way seeing her with Whitney had. The love I felt for her had shifted. Lex is who I see now, when I close my eyes and let my hand wander beneath my boxers, smooth, pale skin and stormy eyes fill my head as I bite back my cries of pleasure. No matter how complicated and strained our friendship has become, he's the one I want. The one I need. 

The sound of a sturdy raprap against the door shakes me from my tangled thoughts. Mom goes to answer it and the slow tightening in my jeans quickly threatens to cut off all circulation of blood flow as Lex steps through into the kitchen where we're all gathered. God, why do we have to celebrate my birthday in May? Why couldn't it have been in the dead of winter, when layers and thick, form-obscuring fabrics are a necessity? 

He's wearing one of my favorite outfits of his. The sleeves of the lilac shirt strain around the deceptive muscles of his upper arms as he walks closer, his gray slacks a mix between casual and business, perfect creases shifting with each step. What skin there is that's bared to my sight is slightly reddened by the wind I knew he created on the drive over. Almost dying in an accident hasn't tempered his need for speed. I'm so lost in my ogling that it takes a nudge from Chloe to realize Lex has been speaking to me. Yeah, she definitely knows.

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@leatafandom (big hug and thanx for your cheerleading!)

[gurokichi]

I think this is my second or third ask today, I'm very proud of myself xd.

Well, to answer your question, I think we are similar because of some posts that you have, because when I read them, it remind me of myself.

Because (can you count how many times I write the word "because"?,i think you can do it Bon xd) even if you not believe it, I'm so much like you, but unlike you, I'm afraid of show that side of me, the side that is obsessive, possessive, the side of me that wants to be hurt but loved at the same time, the side that is soo jealous over anyone that stay so close of someone that I loved (platonic and romantic), in that sense, I kind of envy you Bon, you are more brave than me to show all of you, even the most "creepy" and "weird" sides of you (however I don't think you are creepy or weird, you are very cute to me Bon, so kind and nice, it's almost unbelievable).

Leaving this aside, I knew that you would say that, I don't know how, but I knew you wouldn't watch KNY for that long until you wanted to do something else instead, and don't worry, it doesn't bother me that you haven't watch everything yet

Because (why I say "because" so much? ;-;) it happens to me soo often that is not funny anymore -,w,- .

Can I be honest with you Bon?, I was expecting you to know my blog even before I started to like yours posts, because, I know you have that "bad" habit to want to know everything you can about your anons (it's now a "bad" habit to me though, I find it very cute.... I called you that so many times didn't I? (- w - ")) , and btw, did you like my blog?, I don't post anything yet but, at least you could tell if you like how my blog looks (even if I think it looks a little bad or "cringe" to me).

And I really want to believe that what you said is true bon, that she would talk to me again like we used to, but I think she is mad at me, because she didn't answer my messages and she didn't talk to me for the past two days, and It makes feel so bad because, she one of the few friends I have (because the rest left me alone), and the mere thing that she would hate makes me want to cry and to want to tell her that I don't want her to leave (you could say that i'm a bit dependent on her).

And I know that this has nothing to do with what I was saying before but, in my room there were a lot of ants, and not exactly the little ones, but the big ones that if they bite you they hurt a shit.

Luckily, my father killed them all by setting them on fire and then he took them out of my room, to say that I was scared was not enough, I almost died of fear.

And now I'm going to explain you the meme that I said (I mean the "esa frase casi me da un oscar" one), well, basically, the meme is used when a famous person or character says something that became representative of that famous character or person, i could give an example of Kokichi with his iconic “it's a lie!”, but the meme can also be used if a character or person says something specific and repeats it constantly, and I would set an example of myself with my “and that's all for now!” , and basically that's why I referred to that meme (I can't believe I had to explain a damn meme to someone, but you don't speak my language so it's understandable, and I'm sorry if you don't understand what I said, my way of explain things is always so shitty and stupid) .

And I think that's all I want to say, I will waiting for your answer bon, bye love you! :D

- Unnamed Anon :p

So many asks!! I love reading and answering them, though!

Ah, I see. I think being able to act as you want just depends on the people you’re around. I’m lucky enough to (mostly) be surrounded by people who don’t judge me for the way I am! Being so open here doesn’t mean I’m not afraid to show this side of me, though. I worry that I’ll be too much or that those around me actually don’t like it often. I’ve hidden and still do hide just how odd I am from others, even people who know about this behavior of mine. There’s one person who I’m not afraid about being completely open to, and that’s my God. Everyone else just gets the watered-down in some way version of me. Just find people that you're sure you can trust with that side of you, and you'll be able to be as open about it as you'd like! It's scary at first, but once you realize others can absolutely be just as "weird" as you, then it's not as bad. You'll find someone you can unapologetically be yourself around one day! Thank you for the compliments, ehehe.

I actually was watching some more of KNY when you sent this in… which is why it took me a lil bit to respond. I just started episode 5 before checking Tumblr and seeing your ask!

You knew about that already? I was under the impression you wouldn't have seen any posts where I admitted to that before you went through my blog, hahah. I'm happy you find it cute, though. I know who every single one of my anons are! I just find it more fun to play dumb most of the time. Besides, I wouldn't wanna scare anyone off. As for liking your blog, I did! I recognized your profile picture from a show that one of my friends likes… I still need to watch it.

I'm sorry to hear about your situation with your friend. It's unfair to you that she's ignoring you like that, even if she's mad at you. You don't deserve that at all. I truly hope that you're able to sort things out with her. Things will get better, and I'm sure you'll be able to make more friends in the future too <3

Oh dear, that sounds awful. I would also die of fear if there were ants in my room!! I hate hate hate bugs. They're the worst! "Oh, but Bon, they're important to the environment-" I do not care! The environment is not my house!! They can do whatever they want outside where they belong. Very reasonable reaction to set them on fire

Ooh, now I understand why you referenced that meme! Thank you for taking the time to explain it to me. By the way, I think you said "because" 10 times? I may have miscounted, though.

[violeteyebeams]

The Rebuild of Scott Pilgrim

It's been ages since I used this page to give my wider thoughts on a thing, but I just finished Scott Pilgrim Takes Off and... hoo boy, holy shit, do I have Thoughts™ that I'm not sure where I can put elsewhere for now.

Spoiler free verdict tho? It's good. Damn good. Especially if you're aware of an enjoy the previous source material. It's got great character-writing, spectacular animation, and some very nice music, to name a few things.

And that's basically all I can talk about without dipping into spoilers, do without further ado...

The show starts off with a pretty faithful adaptation of the first issue of the original comic. We meet Scott, Wallace, Kim, Stephen, Knives, and everyone else and the story plays out as you might be familiar with. Although you do notice some slight differences from that original. Ramona working for Netflix instead of Amazon, an extended scene with the Evil Exes, and Scott talking about Sonic the Hedgehog cartoons during his first conversation with Ramona instead of Pac Man. Some changes you might see and go "Huh, neat" and then move on, simply thinking they were fun, if not inconsequential changes made during the adaptation.

But no. Those are just a small taster as to what's to come later.

As stated, the first episode adapts the first issue of the comic, right up until the fight with Matthew Patel. It goes as you expect, beat for beat almost, but then... Scott is seemingly killed off. Patel wins the fight, and not Scott.

As the title says, Scott Pilgrim has quite literally Taken Off. He is GONE for a majority of this series! Instead, the series chooses to focus on Ramona as the central protagonist.

And that's far from the only wild deviation the story takes too. If you're expecting a simple animated adaptation of the comic, this is very much not that. Bryan Lee O'Malley said that this was going to be a different take, and boy was he not kidding.

As Ramona tries to figure out what happened to her would-be suitor, we see her and the other characters in Scott's life take the spotlight, and even the Evil Exes get more of a shine this time around. Ramona getting a chance to talk with them and go deeper into their past and why she left them to begin with. They actually feel like characters and get actual characterization rather than simply being one-note (if not still entertaining) antagonists for Scott to beat and move on from. Not only that, characters like Kim, Neil, and even Knives get whole new story beats and arcs to explore. Even JULIE POWERS gets an interesting new wrinkle about her. The only downside there tho, due to the character/story reshuffling, is that folks like Envy Adams are relegated to the sidelines, unfortunately.

Not that Scott himself is left out entirely. He's still very much there. But they do something very interesting with him. Having him be the crux of a side plot surrounding the concept of age and what holding onto toxic feelings can do to us in the long term, even after the events of a happy ending, like the one he gained at the end of the original comic.

And if the post credits teaser at the end of the eighth episode is any indicator... we MIGHT be getting more of this? Maybe? We see a budding relationship between Gideon and Julie, with Julie seeming to have some more villainous intentions aside from just finding Scott to be an obnoxious loser. Especially as she seems to have aligned herself with Gideon for whatever reason.

All of this is of course, backed up by a fantastic performance from all of the returning movie actors and some killer animation from Science Saru. These have to be some of my favorite animated fight scenes in a good while. The one between Ramona and Roxy is an especially stellar standout I can see myself coming back to every now and then.

It's a wild series, I had one hell of a time with it, and I can't recommend it enough. Definitely give it a watch.

[jicklet]

Nancy Drew 4.03: The Danger of the Hopeful Sigil

- BIRDIE IS HERE

- oh girls what Are you doing. Oh dear.

- HEADS TURNING 180° DON'T LIKE THAT

- Nace nerds doing love science! Aw yeah.

- HIGH SCHOOL Ace noticed Nancy in high school, aww

- senior to sophomore gap, eh

- ok I was a little sad Ace cut his hair but it does look good. Really, everyone's hair this season is just, peak.

- OH DAMN CARSON OKAY, GET IT

- "You never really talk about Kate" "we just did! :)" dkskdjd tell me you're Nancy's dad without telling me

- hahaha yeah why would anyone intentionally get the demon out of the doll

- NANTIGEN it's okay Bess I thought you were funny

- I really love the colors of the drapes in the historical society btw. That is the prettiest teal and it makes the lighting so nice

- protection only lasts 24 hours... Hmm I suspect, the curse won't break but they'll get a shot for 24 hours? That kinda feels like the hallucination all over again though so maybe not.

- George looks so good, I can't get over her. Mwah.

- okay this kid is a little snot, leave Jesse and Birdie alone. God I do not miss high school.

- don't touch the box (I know they touch the box but) noooo don't touch that stop oh girls I am so stressed.

- oh Nick is so good 🥰 oh they noticed.

- "You still nervous?" "Yep. Are y—" "Yep." lmao Ace just wanted to say it.

- oh boy so the girls are also possessed right D:

- OH I FUCKING KNEW IT :DDD I've been team "Ace isn't oblivious to the way he feels he's just more practiced at shoving it down" A WINNER IS ME.

- Always kinda weird how ripped he is XD;;

- Nancy: "nobody loves blaming themselves more than I do, but we have minutes!!" we love some self awareness and practicality XDD

- Carson it really hasn't even been a year oh my god the timeline on this show is ridiculous. same with Birdie aging years in months. Whatever, we go with it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Jesse listens to Nick 😭

- ok things are going wayyy too well. What's happening.

- I really like Ace's shoes btw? He sparks mild gender envy for me

- christ this is like a wedding

- oh god damn they WENT for it on that kiss. 👀

- ;-; it being their first kiss for Ace

- FUCKING. TEMPERANCE. Godddd the damn moths of mockery

- Carson stop making me cry 😭

- ahh so Nick's social media popularity is part of his storyline. Curious.

- oh George ;___; oh Nick ;___; my babies keep hurting me.

- Remember parents, if you don't talk to your kids about safe rituals they'll only do unsafe ones :))

- yoo are Jesse and Birdie becoming part of Bess's women in white

- Carsonnnn what did I say ;____; okay no this is good though. Process, man! ♥

- Somehow through the misery and frustration my brain registers "oh they finally gave Alex a chance to cry"

- Summary: EVERYONE IS SO SAD oh my god

[offrozenmemoirs]

[ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) / sino -> seraph. idea being that sino spritz perfume on seraph's collar bone because SSS is getting ready for a party or smth. :) ? ?

The Five Senses || Accepting! @allthatisleftinthedark

Seraph feels his nerves rising as he thinks about this party they're supposed to be going to. He remembers the last time they went to a party and it almost spelled the end of his journey with the rest of them. Though he can admit, part of his feelings back then were because of far too many revelations that were hitting him all at once. He feels one of the many scars adorning his body ache at remembering the Winter Ball. It feels almost odd to relax, even if only for a little while.

[I thought I'd be used to large crowds now. I'm certainly used to the cacophony of voices from the deathwatchers along with Pharasma.]

The elf grimaces as he looks at himself in the mirror. He's never used to not wearing some sort of armor when he's out in public, or the weight that it brings with it. There's a firmness to the familiar presence of his armor, compared to the suit he wears now.

"I know you don't like the bigger crowds, but you look quite dashing! It's nice to see you outside of your armor."

Seraph gives a wry smile at the sound of his lover's voice, turning around.

"I think you're only saying that because you enjoy seeing how tight this dress shirt is around my chest...I knew that dress shirts were going to be a bit of a problem but..."

[This is ridiculous...I can't even get the damn thing buttoned up all the way over my chest. I can't wear a tie or anything with this. I know it's not an entirely overly formal party, but I hate the idea of being stared at.]

Soup has the gall to look offended at Seraph's insinuation, and gives a mock gasp of surprise.

"Please, me objectify you? Perish the thought, love! I simply speak the truth."

Seraph rolls his eyes, but the smile is still there as he turns back around. He supposes that Soup does have a point. He's at least smart enough to have scoped out the area where this party was. Call him paranoid, but he had Freya carry his gear to the rooftop. He could ascend easily enough, given that he could leap about forty feet into the air nowadays. Just in case he told himself.

[One of these days, someone's going to tell me I'm going to drive myself mad by expecting to be attacked all the time. Well, Seira at least wouldn't be one of those people. Sino too, probably.]

Seraph sighs, he thinks that there's something missing from the whole thing.

"Ah, Seraph, there you are!"

Sino's voice enters the room and he turns to look at her. She held a bottle of...perfume? The gnomish woman comes up to him.

"Why don't you try this? I think it'll compliment you quite well."

Seraph nods, trusting Sino's intuition. If anything, she's probably a hell of a lot better at identifying scents that would fit him well. He's noticed that about her, she tends to know the things that fit him and Soup well. She sprays his wrists and chest with the perfume, and he's immediately hit with a minty scent. It reminds him of his ice magic, and...is that a hint of cinnamon he smells coming from her? It reminds her of the warmth that Soup holds and he smiles.

"You know, I don't know what I'd do without you here to help me figure these things out."

"Oh I'm sure you'd carry on just fine. But you know I'm always here to help when you need it. Now, I think we're all ready. Let us try to enjoy a nice night for once, hm?"

Seraph nods, and offers his arm to Sino.

"You make a good point, sia daron. Now, let's go and grab Soup. Perhaps we can be the ones to be envied at this party, no?"

Seraph always thinks about how she taught him how to dance, that night in Ingora, at the Rowdy, he remembers the heat from the alcohol they drank, and the way the two of them moved together, how his cheeks heated up with embarrassment, or how he was awed at how she seemed to flow when she showed him the dances. He remembers thinking on how she was the most beautiful person in the Rowdy that night. He remembers her at the Winter Ball, and he felt as if he should count himself as one of the luckiest people there to simply bask in her presence. She's always had a beauty about her, and he kicks himself at how long it took him to see that, or at least admit it to himself.

"You've never told me what that meant, you know."

"I'll tell you what it means someday. I promise."

[marqaroll]

A-fucking-I images - BBTxx entry #1

Y'all are gonna hate me for this but it's been pissing me off to the point I can't think straight. Puh, more than usual, anyway.

*Inhales*...

...I get it. AI images, or "art" as some people call them, are a menace. They're not good at all, not for artists overall. Not even the environment, if what I've read is true. Which, wow, that's got nothing to do with me; I didn't fucking make the damn things, not my fault if I use social media.

But for little selfish creatives, ones like me who just fucking need a little fucking bone, AI-generated images are a priceless tool.

Look at this...

This is the evolution of my cover for my first completed novel, Inhuman, from 2017 to 2024.

...As you can see, it's...not good. Not good at all. Before this, I had never made a cover before. I'd done titles and logos for a good decade before but the theme and feel for the HUSHS series and Inhuman was just...so hard to figure out even for a logo.

For the longest time, the second to last cover was the "final" cover for this story. I had completely given up trying to find something or make something using free graphics or even some non-free graphics and stock pictures and vectors, you name it.

Then in 2020, I finally succumbed to using AI, first through Artbreeder before settling nicely with Bing AI.

Seeing my characters for the first time, seeing them given faces...I could have cried. I first made a cover for Inhuman, as it is my most recognizable webnovel, and...I'm speechless. This fucking cover is exactly what I'd wanted for it. With that final image for the cover came the brand fucking-new amazing title that I made for it. It's so different from everything else. I love it. It came together so...naturally. Because I had been given a tool to unlock whatever bit of genuine creativity exists in my fucking noggin.

But.

Do you fucking think I can afford to get the artists I want to make a highly detailed cover that of course wouldn't look like that, but what the fuck man? You think I can afford anything past $50 let alone for 30+ goddamn stories?!

I want and refuse to get anything other than high-quality images for my work, even if it's just a fucking stupid webnovel no one reads. Covers are no different. If I had money, I'd pay these amazing, envy-worthy artists a hundred times over just to see my characters and worlds in their goddamn amazing art styles.

Alas.

I'm poor. Really fucking poor. I'm mentally fucked up to the point that I can't make money through writing commissions as people have legitimately asked me to do in the past. I have a very real inability to do fuck shit.

If you are a good artist...I'm not saying people aren't assholes and try to wring you for nothin'. But I cannot imagine having a creative skill with which I can actually make money. Something honed with blood and sweat and tears that you can use to not only make something amazing with, something people always choose over writing when trying to get an audience, but also something you can make money with.

Can't imagine that...that luxury.

I made an update all over some of my socials informing that I have to start selling my body to make ends meet now. That's where I am.

Goddammit...I digress.

Bing AI and Artbreeder are free. I'll bet there are other AI programs that are free, but Bing AI is just...*chef's kiss* for me. I don't need anything else. I'm satisfied.

Fuck, I am so disheartened and mad right now.

I'm not saying people aren't misusing AI images, for fuck's sake. I don't even need to elaborate on that tomfoolery.

But people like me?

Why can't we use it, even if just for now—not forever?

I cannot begin to explain how much...better...I did (in the past) after I started using AI to visualize my characters, locations, and more.

'Course, I'm a fucking bobblehead now. Can't even think straight, I have such debilitating mental fuckshit going on...

Whatever.

You get it.

No, I won't stop being pro-AI images in certain circumstances. Not now. Not if it helps even a goddamn little for my already botched, pathetic attempts at creativity. It isn't the end-all-be-all forever thing.

I don't fucking WANT to use AI images.

So, guess what? Are you happy now, antis? I put all of the four years worth of AI images I had into a neat little folder on my PC and said "sayonara", 'cause I won't use Bing AI for anything public anymore.

S'not like y'all give a fuck about what I write for me to even attempt giving the stories good covers anyway.

But, hey.

What do I know.

I'm just...a sad, fucked up transman.

Whatever.

Thanks for coming to my sad, fucked up TED Talk.

Now go on, do that thing you want to do so badly and block my fatass for defending AI. We're all fuckers here.

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Original entry: The Blackboxx Texts.

[luxmaeastra]

She moved to sit next to him. Her legs swinging on the dock.

"You're thinking very loudly again. Did my father ask for something you can't give?"

Romulus looked to her and shrugged. He stared back at the lake grabbing her hand when she went to move it from the space between them.

"He wants you to stay here. He doesn't trust me apparently. Never mind that I could break his mind like an egg."

Iphigenia hummed leaning her chin on his shoulder.

"You think me a prisoner."

"Aren't you?"

She didn't respond as he glanced sharply at her.

"I think if I thought myself a prisoner Romulus I'd be dead. So, no. No I think I'm where I need to be. They hate my father, but maybe they don't hate me as much."

He sighed and glared at the water.

"You're a very hard person to hate Iphigenia."

She grinned and squeezed his arm.

"I know."

She jumped up and held her hand out.

"Now come on. Father wants your response."

He looked back up at her. That forced smile, the light eyes. He took her hand and stood, lacing them together. He'd bet money she didn't think he saw the other things. The dirt under her nails, the bags under her eyes.

The way she kept scanning the tree lines for some of her father's hounds. If it wasn't for a fact that he knew killing them would be a damn political nightmare he would have already done so.

Sometimes he wished he was impulsive like Rhysand was. But while iphigenia's family were Asteri and powerful. Their blood was cursed by the Void. It was a shame that the one he loved was shunned and religated to a place like this.

He would stay an extra week, not like anyone needed him at the moment. Rhysand was the favorite after all. He guided her away from the trees and toward the lake to walk around. He squeezed her hand, digging his nails into it.

"I'll stay an extra week, he'll forget I was late then. I can say you didn't have a choice, had to keep me...what's the word he likes to use? Soothe? You had to soothe me from my "Asteri rage" how does that sound?"

He looked to her the corner of his mouth lifting. She rolled her eyes but her shoulders relaxed. She laid her head on his shoulder watching the small waves on the lake banks.

"It sounds plausible. You did get sent here because you got into a fight with one of your father's commanders...I mean I wouldn't mind servicing you anyway."

He snorted and shook his head.

"Not here."

Not yet.

They'd been friendly longer than whatever shimmered between them. But he wasn't about to give her family any more leverage than they already did. They didn't dare use it anyway. They didn't need the hinderance what with a war beyond this prison.

Iphigenia only hummed pulling him to the water's edge. The cold water must be nice for her feet. She was always up well before anyone else in the camp.

"Romulus?"

He looked from her feet to her. She stared past the treeline on the far shore.

"Hmm? What place do you want to know about today? The Summer Isles? The Glass Mountains of Winter. They're actually not made of glass which I find takes a lot of the charm -"

"Hewn."

She exhaled and looked to him moving to sit on a rock she formed with a wave of her hand. He envied her for that. Sure he was practiced in Asteri magic. But his family didn't teach things like this. They didn't use it as often as her family did. He sighed and sat on the ground. Let her father think him a rake then. It wouldn't be far from the truth anyway.

"Why Hewn of all places?"

She shrugged twirling bits of water with her fingers. She made it spiral up in small pillars before letting it fall back into the lake.

"Father and Mother were speaking of it. They called it a proving ground at breakfast. Agemmenon wished to go when he's older. I - you've been right? It's your Cousin's Court so you must have grown up there."

"We visited when we were really young. Then my uncle and father had a huge falling out over something. They do that a lot even if my mother refuses to talk about it. It's not cruel like everyone says. Did they call it cruel?"

She looked to him and shook her head.

"Just a proving ground and Clytemnestra said vigilance was needed when going there. Why? Is it cruel?"

//during the war. Meet Iphigenia 🥺//

Cruel. An apt name for those who did not know Hewn, those who had not seen the beauty of the darker side of Night. After all, in the shadow of Night was Dusk. Dusk held the beckon of light and beauty, the hidden court that so many knew by a crude name.

He was hardly surprised that her family was calling it a proving ground, he knew many viewed it was somewhere which they could train - see where they stood among the darkest creatures that were out there.

Romulus leaned back, resting upon his hands as he looked towards the sky. "No, I think it just has a bad reputation because everyone forgets what it really is. They fixate on the negatives, they ignore the positives."

After all, didn't Aunt Iris try so hard to restore the aspect of dreams. She always wanted everyone to fill at home, always wanted them to feel the beauty.

"I haven't been there in a while, I think some of my younger sisters snuck there with the help of my cousin Morrigan, but like I said...ties between my father and uncle seem to rise and fall..."

[magiclwritings]

He'd been vaguely aware that the probability of his mouth hanging open at that moment was astronomically high. Because as he lived and breathed that blonde hair was darting around the space below his apartment like nothing at all had ever been more right in his life. And it was absolutely morbid curiosity that propelled his body into that space. There was no other way to explain it other than some sort of pure carnal itch he needed to engage with. There had been whispers of Scorpius from Teddy and various others through the years he'd been away but he swore he hadn't changed since that last day at Hogwarts. That last look he'd gotten of the other Slytherin before Rose ushered him onto the train to head home for the final time.

Al watched the the chairs and table assemble so effortlessly. It was then he'd remembered just how eloquent the magic coming from this particular individual had always looked and felt. A bit of envy still welled in his chest and quietly did just as he'd suggested. It was only then that he'd really had a chance to look at the space itself. The wine bottle and cake secured on the table, Albus took a small look around the room with the millions of thoughts doing just the same in his head. Lily had known. She'd helped set this up, but why? Did Teddy know? Rose? How many others were holding this secret from him. Not that they really needed to justify anything they did. Lily most likely got three times the rent she'd normally have. Clever. "It's .. n-nice. A lot nicer than anyone else that's been here." He offered, truly unsure what the hell to say to this man now looking at him expectantly.

It was then that his eyes landed on Scorpius and he truly took him in. He was starting to look more and more like Draco. He'd always thought that even when they were younger but now with some years on him and time away. There was no question how truly strong those Malfoy genetics really were. It was then that he'd felt himself giggle a little under his breath and he'd done his best to stifle it in that moment. His teeth digging into to his lower lip to keep it at bay. Al drew in a deep breath through his nose and he sighed to himself. "I'm sorry." He started, crossing his arms over his chest and he let his head drop for just a moment trying to gather himself before a true laughing fit to hold. But another giggle erupted from his lips and this time he just couldn't stop.

Albus laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down his face. Because what was the actual rational response to this? He was hunched over then, his stomach starting to contract in the most uncomfortable way. He tried drawing in deeper breaths only to have them stifled by another roar of laughter that lasted only another moment. "S-sorry." He shook out and gasped softly. The need for air was overriding the hilarity of the moment and Al found himself damn near gasping as he came to stand right. "You can't really just be standing here below my apartment right now." His arms holding onto himself as if it were the only thing that would keep him in place at that moment.

All those nights he wondered and hoped that there was something, somewhere that would make Scorpius just leave like that. That there was a reason and that he just had to figure out what it was. But there was nothing. And there had been nothing for years and now that blonde hair and damn near grey eyes were looking at him as if they expected the world of him. But did he? Did he really owe him anything? Did either of them owe the other? Al sighed softly and motioned towards the wine behind him. "Think we might need more than that to toast this place." He offered, because the reality was that it was clear that Scorpius was intent on having this business. And he should. Albus had his own life and maybe, just maybe Lily had turned a new leaf and was wanting to help him. Maybe they had all grown past what was in the past. "I think you've got a few things to catch me up on if you're going ot be running business under my bedroom." He teased, but was in all other matters serious about that. Mostly he just wanted to know what the fuck had happened and where he'd been. All so he could go and throttle his sister and Teddy and the rest of the delinquents in this damn family when he was done.

Scorpius turned around to marvel at the work he had done. The walls were painted a soft blue-grey that reminded him of home. He was proud of himself for doing it by hand instead of magic. Something he had been working on was enjoying taking the time to do things by hand. Growing up as he did, it was easy to fall into the lure of magic especially with his mother whispering in his ear about purebloods and his father lecturing him on how there was more to life than magic. 

Looking at the walls, feeling the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, the ache in his muscles, Scorpius understood his father in that moment. His hands had created this. It was beautiful. 

He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead in sheer exhaustion. All he wanted to do was return to Teddy’s and take a shower. Scorpius was covered in paint splatter. His face, his arms, even in his hair. But he was eager to get the store up and running as soon as possible. So he dragged his aching body over to the shelves and started mounting them. 

“That you, Lils?” He called out as he heard the door open behind him. He finished the row he was currently working on, tugging on it to make sure it was steady. Scorpius walked to the door, opening it, “I thought you sai-” His mouth snapped shut as he came face to face with Albus. “Hi,” Scorpius said softly, unable to fight the sudden shyness creeping in his bones. Albus looked…really good. Breathtakingly good. Of course Scorpius wasn’t shocked by that. It was hard to avoid any news of the Quidditch star. He didn’t have the ability to slip out of the view of journalists the way Scorpius had. 

His gaze lingered on Al’s face and then down to his hands, spying the bottle of wine and treat from the bakery. “Is that a welcome gift?” Scorpius opened the door wider, beckoning the other inside. “Come in and we can split it.” 

Scorpius moved into the shop, pulling out his wand. He flicked it and pulled two chairs and a small table into the center of the room. He couldn’t read Albus’ expression anymore, which stung because there was a time when Scorpius swore he knew what Albus was feeling without even looking at him. Now he looked at him, and he couldn’t decipher anything. Was he angry? Probably. Happy to see him? Maybe with time. Maybe after some answers. “I got back today,” He said as he sat down. As if he had just gone on holiday for a week instead of years. “Felt like the right time to set down roots. Let me be the first to welcome you to Fresh Brews, my potions shop.”

[solaeter]

Hey, i saw that your requests were open and i couldn't help myself. Could i request a fic of either Baji or Chifuyu with a girlfriend who truly believes the only good thing about her is her looks and that once the boys figure it out they'll leave her? Sorry, it's just that "person who grew up only ever being valued over their looks secretly is insecure and truly believes that besides that they have nothing to offer" is one of my favorite tropes and i can never seem to find any content of it

—Pretty n Insecure ft. Baji | sfw 

Titles are the bane of my existence! But I decided to do Baji for now and if you want Chifuyu, just lemme know and I can do his another time  ♡ Hope you enjoy and all feedback is appreciated!!

Warning[s]: Cursing, fluff, unedited because we embrace the chaos!

Word Count: 1.1k

Request Status: OPEN 

✦ Rules | ✦ Masterlist

"Shit Baji, your girl is smokin'."

"How'd you manage to win such a sexy lil thing Baji? Is he paying you? He has to be."

You've heard it all. From endless streams of compliments thanks to your fortunate gene pool and self care, or little jabs that your beauty must be the reason why you get what you want. But when you look at yourself in the mirror at night, you don't see what others see. Staring back at you is a soul that is scared, one that fears you'll be tossed aside once your boyfriend comes to his senses. You're nothing more than eye candy that hugs his side.

Yet you hide that fear behind your charming smile, putting on a mask that dares not to crack under anyone's judgmental gazes. You're envied for being pretty, rumored to be a mean person because of your looks. But you were nice, rather timid and more humble than the rude souls that pointed fingers. Baji defended you any time it was needed and he was truly too good for the world despite his violent tendencies. He always looked at you so lovingly, eyes void of their usual mischief and filled with something even he was still unfamiliar with.

And your mind toyed with you. It was all temporary, you were disposable. Nothing more than a pretty face to show off. It ate at you daily, and you tried your best to deny it. Because why would Baji do such a thing? You were pretty sure he wasn't capable of even thinking like that considering he only thinks about banging you, cuddling or catching cars on fire. Low and behold though, you had an internal bully that was slowly breaking you down.

"Why you frownin'?" Baji snapped you out of your thoughts, getting right in your face and squinting. You were supposed to be enjoying your date with him, yet you ended up staring off more often and mumbling here and there when he spoke to you. Baji liked to assume he knew you pretty damn good and he could tell something was eating at you. Especially since you have been talking about this date all week and you're now distant as can be.

"Oh, it's nothing. Been a long day." You flash a bright smile, one that you hoped he'd buy and take. Baji leans back and observes you, eyes still wary as you blink up at him, feigning innocence.

"That's a bunch of shit. Afraid ya can't talk to me?" He asks, sounding mildly offended while he takes your hand in his, dragging you away from lingering and curious souls. You don't get to protest and you mumble an apology when your shoulder accidentally bumps into someone else and your eyes stay locked onto Baji's back.

"Baji, I said I'm fine. What makes you think something is wrong?" You're curious as he stops and plops onto a bench, legs spreading wide as he pats his leg for you to sit on. Which you do and he looks up at the starry sky.

"I've had to put up with your constant bitching about makin' time to come out here and enjoy the festival and now you're lost in your own fuckin world." Baji bites, not meaning to sound fed up or anything. He was genuinely concerned and you bit the inside of your cheek. "I just worry, okay?" His voice softens, fingers rubbing small circles in your lower back.

You sigh, wondering how you would even explain yourself? Because what if it sounded completely stupid? Or he ends up agreeing with your fears? That you're only good for your looks. Oh it scared you so much.

"Um..it's stupid really." You mess with your hands, words failing you as Baji watched you curiously. He never really saw you act like this, all worked up unless it was over clothes or something girly. So to see you actually bent out of shape over something? Baji didn't want to leave you alone until he knew what or who it could be that was causing this.

"It can't be as stupid as Pah-Chin, so c'mon and tell me what's bothering you."

"Now that's just rude," You scold lightly and Baji scoffs, urging you on by motioning with his free hand, "um..do you just love me because I'm pretty?" There it was, out in the open. Your face burns and you chew your bottom lip, biting down hard as Baji stares at you.

Did he hear that right? "What kinda question is that? Yeah, sure you're smokin' hot but...who said I only loved you for your looks?" Baji questioned and you blink, shaking your head quickly. The last thing you needed was for him to go on some violent warpath for no reason.

"No, no! It's just one of my..insecurities. I feel like people only like me or whatever because I'm pretty and nothing else." You mumble quietly, eyes cast downward in shame. Saying it out loud felt so odd, ridiculous and stupid just like you thought. Why would someone like you have insecurities?

"You're stupid smart and you help me when I can't figure shit out, you got a heart of gold and you make me a better person. I'm not good with this comfort shit but you're more than just your looks." Baji says bluntly, pulling you close so that your head rests against his chest. He didn't have the smoothest way with words and he spoke off the top of his head but it seemed to do the trick. He could feel you shaking in his arms and when he tipped your head up to look at him, tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"I-I was scared you'd wanna leav–" You stumble on your words but you're cut off as Baji smashes his lips on yours. He didn't want to hear your blubbering about him leaving you, instead he rather shower you with affection. You melt against him, hands moving to rest on his shoulders, your mind is made into mush as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently until he releases it and nudges his nose against yours.

"I ain't leaving you, not now. Not ever. You're stuck with my ass." Baji reassures gently, giving you a toothy grin that has your heart fluttering.

"Good, cause same," You smile, wiping your eyes, "though I am sorry for ruining tonight." You glance at the time on your phone and pout. Curfew was in half an hour and you spent all evening being a baby.

Baji stands with you in his arms, hands planted right on your ass as he walks away further from the bustling festival. "You didn't ruin anything. Just talk to me next time you're feeling sad or..doubtful." He didn't understand girls or their ever changing emotions. But he didn't like seeing you sad over something that is easily reassured. So he'd always be there for you, regardless.

"Thanks, Kei. I love you." You fling your arms around Baji's neck and hug him tight, earning a low chuckle and a swift smack on the bottom.

"Love you too baby."