#even when he's just doing it to mess with a suspect

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's Wild Out There but the Kisses are Good

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

NOV 2024 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Kidnap (Fri YT) ep 11 of 12 - I’m really enjoying this show. But I will be glad when it ends next week. I’m ready. The motorcycle rescue in the middle of the kidnapping sequence was so absurdly bad I actually laughed. Meanwhile, in the hospital room did you notice Q’s dad used chan/nai with Min? I actually gasped out “oh, mad respect “ when he did. Papang it’s so damn hot, could he PLEASE get the lead in a BL? Please GMMTV.  

Love Sick 2024 (Sun iQIYI) ep 9 of 15 - I like Earn’s sincerity and open admission in the new version, and I like how genuine and delicate Noh is coping with someone crushing on him. Probably because he knows how painful it is from the other side. The conversation between Phun and Aim was much better and more kind in the new version, too. I'm chronicling my experience with 2024 as compared to 2014 here. 

Every You Every Me (Mon Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I like this couple a lot, and not just because of all the sex positivity. I just enjoy their dynamic of artist and musician, introvert extrovert. Anybody wondering about that “up against the window blurring thing” with the shirt off the shoulder? That’s a very very old yaoi trope (mostly office yaoi from the early 2000s) that I haven’t seen in a long time. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen it in Thai BL…… wild. 

Meanwhile, let the weird interweaving of the filming crew begin. The show within a show that we all suspected was due is now happening. I’m not sure about that. (I worry it will be some clumsy commentary on pair branding.) But how hot does Fiat look these days? 

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 7 of 16 - I really don’t like the second storyline. It find it unpleasant. I also don’t think the chemistry between Maxky and Bas is good. In fact I begin to suspect Star Hunter should cut Bas lose. Yes I said it.

Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 1-2 of 10 - Penguin escapes zoo by turning into a human. Gets trapped in a boys school and a panther falls in love with him. How does a penguin know how to read? OK I’m not gonna try to figure out the logic of this show. There is none. Do I like it? Not sure. I’m not mad about the dynamic or the setting but the main foundational conceit is…… odd. It’s not uncommon in BL, the “my cat boyfriend” thing has been done for many years now. So I know what to expect. It’s not that. Or is it? I do like how the actor playing Junior looks a bit like a bird. I also like how the actor playing Sun really does behave like a cat in his social interactions, it’s funny. I think…… I’m not wild about this so far, but I like it better than I thought I would. Love seeing Jaonine & Nokia in any form. 

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT?) ep 3 of 24 - I just don’t like Arc and Arm. Sorry not sorry. However, I do like the sides and future couples. So I’m sticking with this one. 

Jack & Joker (Mon IQIYI) ep 10 of 12 - Because I heard this episode was really rough and the world is a mess I gave this one a miss this week. We’ll see if I’m up for it next week.

Your Sky (Sun iQIYI) 12 eps - (starts tomorrow) A naive freshman and the campus’s popular senior agree to pretend to be a couple - but their fake deal begins to generate real feelings.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Damn Business (Korea Sat YT) ep 7 end - Ooooo counter lift!!! And caught in the act. Very nice. It was a really good final episode and an absolutely fantastic kiss.

In summation: 

Two men work their last few days together at a failing company. I like this but I’m not sure I should like it. This is a classic office romance, short even for Korea, with more than usual workplace harassment (even for BL) in the guise of aggressive pursuit from older boss to younger employee. (The optics are NOT good.) It reminded me of Jun and Jun only shorter, colder, and with more dub con. Now, I happen to be one of the few who truly loved Jun and Jun, it’s very much my style of KBL. I think that’s part of why I liked this one so much. But I suspect that might have given this show too much shine by association. Still, eminently rewatchable and it’s nice to have Korean IP drop on YouTube. 8/10 

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 2 of 11 - Another one that is about abuse, but for some reason I don’t mind it as much as I did Let Free the Curse. Maybe it’s Japan? Maybe it’s the disinterested nature of the director’s lens? This show is examining the inclination of teenagers towards spectatorhood out of fear, while simultaneously giving us a contrived spectator’s perspective with its style of the filming. For example: there is a lot of shots in alleyways and looking in and out of apertures (like doorways and windows) at Hirukawa. He’s often seen from a distance, because Minase thinks of him as distant and somewhat like a specimen. It’s very clever and what I expect from Japan. But it also makes me feel distanced from the characters and their story (intentionally, I believe) which means it’s less raw than Curse, and a lot easier for me to watch. In other words, I am observing this BL, not living it. But that’s the point. And because of that, I’m also liking it. But I’m extremely wary. Japan never drops a kiss early on in a series without some serious trauma to follow.

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 5 of 13 - I love them all very much. Carry on.

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days (China Sun iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 12 - So far as I can gather it was episode five that got this one censored and kicked off the air in China. So now we are in unchartered (and presumably only lightly censored) territory. Honestly? I have no idea how they get away with what they get away with these days. Onto the actual meet of the show. I don’t think the teacher should be flirting with the kid if he’s gonna blow hot and cold like that. He is ostensibly the mature one in the relationship. Although if he’s flirting with a child, that is clearly not the case. I get the conflict of the main characters a bit more. Because it’s all about class and the risks that you can take with your identity depending on how much autonomy you have in society. 

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 8 of ? - Basically this is just a narrative about bullying. And I’d like to get onto the revenge portion of the program, and that doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. I do love that Dat asked for permission to kiss. Consent is very sexy. Also it was a good tentative careful cautious timid first kiss. The actors are older but it felt high school. (Although apparently Bach entirely kissed away Dat’s injury.) 

Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 9 of 12 eps - Gosh I really do like this couple. And I like the legal proceedings. But I’m worried about whether this show is going to end well. 

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - Frankly I didn’t want LITA the original, so I’m pretty sure I don’t want the Japanese cliffs notes version of LITA. It’s somehow softer, which I wasn’t expecting from Japan. But I don’t mind. The brevity and softness are improving matters, IMHO. I continue to unequivocally loathe the wardrobe department. I’m offended on the actors’ behalf. 

Eccentric Romance (Korea Weds Viki) eps 11-12 end - An odd and somewhat lackluster piece about two college friends, one Thai and one Korean, who get together and become boyfriends while investigating murderer - each speaking in their own language. Neither the BL component nor the murder component was well executed or engaging. It’s not terrible, but that’s no ringing endorsement. "Odd yet still somehow forgettable" is probably how I would put it. 6/10

It's airing but......

Love for Loves Sake got some kind of special supposed to air 11/9. Not sure what, why, or where. Only the rumor that it...... is. I'll believe it when I see it...... literally.

Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - I DNF'd at ep 7, I couldn't make it. I am weak. Life is hard enough right now, this show is making it harder. It’s not what I want from my entertainment.

Secret Love (Sat YT) 10 eps - Another take on my beloved stepbrothers trope. Adopted into a rich family, boy falls in love. But when he is made the heir instead, everything goes wrong and he leaves. Now enemies the two boys reunite in uni.

DAMN IT! This is airing but in two minute increments on a proprietary app that’s mostly for Android, and it’s already up to episode 11. I’m not wild about this style of distribution, so I’m not gonna bother unless somebody cuts it together as a full piece. Although I do adore the premise.

Bad to Bed (Taiwan Sat YouTube) 10 eps - This is a little too low production value even for me. And just very very odd. DNF

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

November BL still to come:

11/20 Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai Weds YT) ?? eps - Criminals who meet in prison fall in love

11/20 The Heart Killers (Thai Weds Gaga) 12 eps - Jojo directs FirstKhao & JoongDunk in an action romcom about assassin brothers (Khao & Joong) who meet a tattoo artist ex-booster (First) and a mechanic (Dunk). I'm highly amused that Joong plays the older brother to Khao and that we have a take on the Taming of the ShrewBL. I like that everyone is morally gray. This has all GMMTV's best chemistry in one BL and some fresh concepts that I've only seen tackled in m/m romance novels (check out Amy Lane's Racing for the Sun, thank me later). I'm excited. My only quibble is Jojo, I like his style but his characters can get unreliably messy so…... this gonna be interesting.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Apparently I have feels about wardrobe departments this week, because, to use an old fashioned term, this look on him absolutely slaps. (Love Sick)

It's rare for Thai BL to beat out JBL in the fashion department.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[vegan-peppermint]

Dating the creeps would include

See the other creeps here

Character: Tim/Masky

CW: creampie, mean masky

SFW and NSFW prompts

Tim/Masky

Tim wasn't really intrested in you, or anyone for that matter

He knew his baggage well and was sure he did not want to involve anyone in all that mess

Especially someone so pretty as you

But you kept reappearing in his path

In line at the gas station, walking in the park, at the coffee store- he couldn't get away from you

You started smiling and waving at him after the third or fourth coincidental meeting

He finally decided to buy you a coffee after couple months of running into each other

Tim is actually a pretty good boyfriend

He tries his best to treat you right

He sets reminders every week to bring you something: flowers, chocolate, a plushie

Showing up for you is where he's lacking

More often than not he disappears for days, ghosting you on every platform

Causing you to show up to a restaurant reservation alone or having to explain to your friends you're not sure where your boyfriend is or if he's even coming to the hangout

He puts you through a lot of embarrassing situations

Then he comes back to your door steps with takeout and that stupid grin

God, you love that stupid grin

He lies to you, and you know he's lying

His parents were sick, his phone broke, he fell down a goddamn rabbit hole

It all sounds the same to you

However you never once suspected him of cheating

He's the kind of man that loves you with his whole being

And you feel how dedicated he is to you

In the kisses he overwhelms you with

The gentle touches, soft pulls at your sides

In how well he knows you- things you cannot even remember mentioning to him

He knows you whole.

So you let him in every time

Physical touch:

He wanted to take it slow, not trying to rush the physical part

Which got you very frustrated, as you wanted to rush the physical part

You noticed his shoulders from the first date

He leaned in for a hug, and you immediately felt overwhelmed by his size

You couldn't properly reach all the way across his back, so your hands settled on his shoulders and upper arms

Which only made it worse- you were made aware of the size difference, with a sense of vulnerability and safety

You just wanted to see how sturdy this man really was

It took Tim long enough before initiating

He was worried, scared maybe? He did not want to hurt you

But you were so cute whenever you tried to get him in the mood

Doe-like eyes and pouted lips- such a gentle invitation for him

The first couple times he tried to be on his best behavior

Kissing you softly, hands squeezing your tits lightly while whispering praises in your ear

But he cannot deny that dark, primal part of himself, especially when you trigger it with a mere touch

His hand would slip on your neck, almost hesitant

His teeth would barely scratch your skin

He was good, he'd tell himself, he's doing a good job taking it easy

But you just had to moan like that, you just had to whimper his name so breathlessy

His mind goes wild, getting those sounds of you is the only goal

His teeth sank in deeper, almost drawing blood

He angled his hips in such a way he'd pound into you deeper than you could even imagine

"F-Fuck, you're so needy for my cock-"

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, you grab desperately at his back leaving red marks

You did not recognize your sweet boyfriend in this violent, yearning man

But did this animalistic side of him transform you in a sobbing, wet mess

"Just take it, take it- you fucking whore,"

His thrusting pace increased, pounding you ruthlessly

He was just too big, pushing into you deeper than before

"Fuck~ Ngh~ Tim, please, please, please," you cry, the tension in your stomach growing

He's sinking completely inside your gummy walls. He grunted, your walls tightening around his dick, milking him shamelessly

Heavy panting from both of you

You got tears forming threatening to spill, you were so overstimulated

He kept himself inside making sure you don't spill one drop

“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”

[unfriendlies]

not once did he suspect that the reason he had feelings for her was because of some power she had, in the short time that he'd known about this ability. suriya knew his own feelings were genuine because, even when he was sober — regardless if she was sober or intoxicated by something — he knew he still wanted to be with her. he never thought about his attraction to her was because of the way she made him feel. what he felt when he was high or while drinking wasn't what attracted him to her, so he knew that even if she had used these powers on him before, how he felt was real and of his own volition. "i'm not against," a brief pause before putting emphasis on the singular word and then continuing on with, "you doing that when we're intimate but i think it's something we'd have to talk more about so we can come to an understanding about things." he didn't want to take from her when it'd drain her energy without giving back in some way but he was also nervous to feel the effects of her taking energy from him. if it was anything like what he'd feel when depending on what he'd take when he was high, he wasn't entirely sure he could give as he receives and suriya definitely didn't want to take advantage of her in general, let alone to feel even better during sex. seeing just how excited and happy she was about the future they could have, he did feel a pang of guilt. "there's something else we should probably talk about, since we're on the subject of futures." he sounded more serious than intended, like he was going to break some sort of awful news to her. suriya didn't think it was that bad but it definitely would have an impact on both of their lives, positive or negative depending. "with my dad's company." he wasn't entirely sure if she knew just how many events his dad's company, the company he worked for, actually held. "i'd like for you to come with me to events that are held." his father never approved of their relationship before, both of his parents thought that hikari was a bad influence on him even if she wasn't. she wasn't the person that got suriya caught up in the mess his life was before but she definitely enabled his behavior — though suriya never actually blamed her for what he'd done, he was an adult whom was fully capable of making his own decisions. when they were together before and suriya was to attend the more important events, he was forbade from bringing hikari by his father and told to claim he was single. that was something he didn't like doing not only because he felt like he was lying to everybody, he wasn't ashamed of his then-girlfriend and didn't see a reason to hide her. but it was tiresome attending these events alone, he'd always end up drinking more than he should because of how bored he'd get without having somebody there he actually connected with or he'd drink from annoyance with the women his parents tried to set him up with. his father would only let suriya get so far before ushering him home when he came to realize how much his son had drank in order to keep appearances and not make a mockery of the family name. "but with you attending, you couldn't—" he stopped himself from continuing, a frustrated expression forming now. "i don't have a problem with the way you dress, i like how you express yourself, actually. but my coworkers, my parents... would you be willing to tame yourself a bit to be more... you know... work friendly... to go with me? i mean, even if we aren't officially together when there's a dinner or a gala i need to attend, would you even go with me?"

"Well that's fine, I don't do hard drugs anymore. Just party stuff when out with friends, but even then I try to avoid it...I do smoke weed at home though. Keeps me calm...as for alcohol...I will sometimes have a beer or some wine but I avoid hard alcohol unless out with friends" she shrugs "Drinking casually could mean many things....drinking a little at home or when out...drinking socially means just when with friends or at a party" she leans over kissing his cheek "If you want me to use my ability during sex, let me know. But I won't do it any other time. I want us to be as sober as possible together. Even if we are never fully clean...I am proud of where we are and I look forward to getting to know the sober you and letting you get to know the sober me" she was very proud of where she was, even if she had her bad moments she was far better off than she was in the past. She sometimes would sometimes break down and almost relapse but she was always able to stop herself from going too far. "Also I never used my ability on you before today. So don't think I used to get you to like me, nor did I use it during sex. As nice as it is to have an upper hand...I never felt a need to use it unless I needed something from someone. I never wanted anything but companionship from you" she walked with him and seemed to have a bit of a bounce to her step, it was easy to see that she was much happier than in the past. She squeezed his hand and looked over "I want you to be as happy as I am...I look forward to our future together.." she smiled and looked away, she was actually showing some shyness, something not seen very often from her.

[amalythea]

HIIII HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALYYY!!! <333 (is it your birthday yet?? or am i getting my days wrong-) i really hope you've been doing well! and i'm so excited for an amalythea comeback!!

could i please request prompt #30 (“you're exhausted, honey.”) + hurt/comfort with heizou? thank you in advance!!!

「 exhaustion」

⤷ info: heizou x gn!reader || hurt/comfort, fluff || wc: 688

⤷ warnings: heizou overworks himself a little

⤷ extra: HIII AVERY ty hehe :>

The house was quiet except for the faint rustling of papers coming from your shared room. You sighed softly, already suspecting what you’d find. It wasn’t the first time Heizou had overworked himself, and despite all your efforts to keep him from doing so, he still had a habit of losing track of time when he was buried in a case.

Pushing the door open, you found him exactly as you’d feared: hunched over his desk, the soft glow of the lamp highlighting the mess of documents, notes, and case files scattered around him. His usually sharp eyes were clouded with fatigue, his posture slumped, and his breathing heavy as he absentmindedly chewed the end of his pen.

“Heizou,” you called softly, but he didn’t look up.

You walked closer, your heart clenching at how exhausted he looked. His hair was mussed from running his fingers through it, and there were dark circles under his eyes that made him seem older than he was. Heizou had always been good at reading people, but tonight it seemed he couldn’t even recognize his own limits.

Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, you finally got his attention. He jumped slightly at the contact but quickly relaxed when he realized it was you.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said with a small, tired smile. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“You didn’t,” you replied, your voice soft but firm. “But I was wondering why you weren’t in bed yet.”

Heizou turned back to the papers in front of him, gesturing vaguely at the organized chaos. “There’s just a bit more to do. This case is—”

“You’re exhausted, honey,” you interrupted, brushing your fingers along his shoulder and up to his neck, letting them rest there comfortingly. “You’ve been at this all day.”

“I’m fine, really,” he tried to insist, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. “Just a little more, and—”

“No,” you said, more firmly this time. He froze, and you softened your tone, leaning closer to catch his gaze. “You’re not fine. I can see it. You’re overworking yourself again.”

Heizou sighed, letting his pen drop onto the desk. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture more weary than thoughtful. “I just… I feel like I’m so close to figuring it out. If I can just—”

“If you keep this up, you’ll burn out before you solve anything,” you said gently. “You need rest, Heizou. Even the best detectives need to recharge.”

He gave a small, tired chuckle. “You always know how to talk sense into me, don’t you?”

“Someone has to, when you’re too stubborn to do it yourself,” you teased lightly, your fingers now brushing the strands of his hair away from his forehead. “Come on. Let me take care of you tonight.”

Heizou hesitated, glancing back at the papers, but the exhaustion in his body clearly outweighed his determination to keep going. Reluctantly, he let you pull him to his feet, his body leaning into yours as you guided him toward the bed. Once there, you gently pushed him down onto the mattress and began untying his hair, letting the strands fall free. He let out a content sigh as your fingers worked through the knots, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, his voice soft as his eyes fluttered shut.

“You’d do the same for me,” you replied, draping the blanket over him. “Now rest. The paperwork will still be here tomorrow, but tonight, you need sleep.”

He reached out, his hand finding yours and giving it a light squeeze. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he succumbed to sleep.

You sat beside him for a while, watching his chest rise and fall with steady breaths. Though his face still bore traces of fatigue, he looked more at peace now, his features relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen all day.

Tomorrow, you’d make sure he didn’t return to work without a proper break. But for now, you stayed by his side, determined to guard the rest he so desperately needed.

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@amalythea 2024. | do not re-upload, copy, translate, etc. my works on any form of media.

[apricot-blossomss]

If you're still accepting requests would you be willing to do Hermes with fem!reader who has body image issues? Like not feeling like she's worthy of him or will hold his attention? I LOVED the way you wrote the last one of him stealing all of reader's stuff; no pressure tho if you don't want to do this subject. Thanks for your time! 💜🐝

☛ hermes x mortal! fem! reader with body image issues

☛ sfw; cw: body image issues, self deprecating thoughts, anxiety

It felt utterly unreal. The temples and palaces, shining in a golden hue, the impossibly delicious food and, most of all, the guests of the party. Was it a wise decision to have your first time on Olympus be visiting a divine festival? No. Were you utterly overwhelmed by everything here? Yes. Definitely.

A hand found yours and you turned around, startled, only to find Hermes smiling at you. His hair was uncharacteristically orderly, bronze curls framing his face carefully, not as disheveled as usual, after a day of work and flying around. "Hey sweetheart, enjoying yourself?" You nodded and hoped your smile didn't seem too forced. And it was beautiful here, just too much for your poor mortal eyes to comprehend.

It wasn't only gods attending the festival. When you looked over the crowd, you spotted centaurs, nymphs and satyrs as well, and even a few mortals like you, if you were seeing correctly. But the majority of the guests were major and minor gods and goddesses, though in their human form, still almost too beautiful to look at. Like Hermes in the beginning. But during the last months, you had seen him almost every day, and could at least look at him without having an an aneurysm- or a body image crisis.

Hermes squeezed your hand and you looked up at him. The excited grin he gave you had you a little worried. It was the grin of cream smeared in your face when eating cake and several items disappearing in strange correlation to his frequent visits. The god leaned down to your height - even in his human form, he was still a lot taller than you. "Wanna meet my family?"

No, gods, please, no.

"Uhm," you said, unconsciously fiddling with his fingers which always calmed you down. But he knew that, too. Hermes caught your restless fingers and brought them to his lips to press a light kiss onto them. "You don't have to. We can just stay here, if you want. All your call, baby."

Having lost the ability to fiddle with his fingers, you chewed on your bottom lip. When you looked back at him, your voice was thin and full of doubt. "I don't get- I mean, why would you want to introduce me to your family?"

The god's smile widened even further and he pecked the tip of your nose affectionately. "I want to show my amazing girlfriend off, obviously." You wanted to glare at him for messing with you, but he looked so earnest that you couldn't help but believe him. Instead, you let out a small and only slightly bitter laugh. "Show me off? Have you ever even looked at me, Hermes?"

"Plenty," he hummed, covering your cheeks and temple with kisses. "Why would I not look at my stunning girlfriend?" Embarrassingly, you realized that quite a few bystanders were giving you stares and whispers. Not him, he was a god. You. Probably wondering if the god's newest fling really was the ugliest girl at the party.

"'M not," you whispered, because you suspected some of these people had an excellent hearing beyond the limits of your mortal one. You put your hand over Hermes lips, but he only peppered your palm with kisses, moving up your arm to the ticklish spot and you giggled involuntarily. The triumphant smile he gave you was so utterly endearing you would have jumped him. If you weren't here.

"Please?" How were you supposed to say no to those eyes?

"Fine," you sighed, already regretting your decision. But Hermes was ecstatic, throwing an arm around you and guiding you through the crowd that made way for him wherever he walked. You tried to keep your head down and seem as invisible as possible, which, fortunately, wasn't that hard if you were standing next to a glowing diety.

"Brother!" someone called, someone the crowd made way for just as quickly, if not hastier, than Hermes. Your lover held you a bit more tightly but gave you a reassuring smile when a young man, decked out in gold that couldn't compare to the color of his shoulder-length locks, approached you. He ruffled Hermes' hair and then, his gaze wandered down to you. At first, he seemed surprised, no doubt because he was underwhelmed by your appearance, but the next second, he gave you a blinding smile. "And who do we have here?"

Hermes introduced you and then him as Apollo. The god huffed. "Do I really need an introduction? If so, I can give it for myself." You were a little unnerved by his smile, if was too bright, almost hurting your eyes. "I'm Apollo, god of all things beautiful and helpful to you mortals and thus, your favored diety."

"Spot's taken," Hermes said but he was grinning. With one look at your stressed glances, he leaned down to whisper: "he's harmless" You highly doubted that.

"So," the god drawled while looking you up and down. You were extremely uncomfortable. "You are the reason I've barely gotten a glance of my brother these last months." You were? Glancing at Hermes, you tried to think of the right answer. "Um... sorry"

"Where have you been hiding, Hermes?" a female voice called from behind and when you looked at the approaching you, your stomach dropped. It had to be Aphrodite, it had to be. Out of all the indescribably beautiful guests, she was the most striking and perfect. And the one you had dreaded seeing the most. You weren't stupid. You knew you were on the brink of spiraling into an abyss of body-hatred, and you were scared she would push you into it.

When she greeted Hermes, not even registering your presence, you suddenly remembered that they had had a kid together at some point, which only made your anxiety worse. You felt so utterly unworthy of Hermes in between all these gods that you wanted to carefully slip your hand out of his. Who were you to be holding a gods hand after all? But, realizing your intentions, Hermes only gripped it tighter. "Aphrodite, this is my girlfriend."

The way his voice was overflowing with boasting pride did warm your heart a little- until you saw the way Aphrodite looked at you. Surprised, at first, then undeniably sceptical. Her rose eyes looked you up and down and you started sweating under the weight of her gaze. Should you have worn something different? Was it ridiculous of you to be showing up in a dress this beautiful, attempting and failing miserably to be pretty? You were nothing but ugly and desperate and pathetic.

The goddess greeted you and you greeted back quietly, your flight instincts kicking in. "Hermes?" He turned to you, smiling brightly, but it faded a little when he saw the distress in your eyes. "I'm- I'm a little hungry, can I bring you something from the buffet?" Hungry. Great. Couldn't you think of a better way to get out of this situation? Not daring to look at the goddess, you kept your eyes fixated on Hermes who was searching your face for hints of what was wrong.

"Sure," he then said and leaned down to peck your cheek. "That cake looked fantastic." You were thinking more like drowning in misery.

Giving everyone a small smile and goodbye without looking at either of them, you slipped away as fast as possible. Getting to the buffet was way harder without Hermes, because the crowd got more and more dense, so you gave up and opted to break from it, finding a bench somewhere with less people. The buffet had never been your objective in the first place.

You couldn't cry. Not here. Not surrounded by the most beautiful women you had ever seen. Your gaze wandered over stunning nymphs and glowing goddesses with their perfect bodies and perfect smiles, looking so graceful in their flowing dresses. Why were you here? If you had been able to shed your skin right now, you would have. You would still be hideous, but not comparable to these women who you shrank next to.

Why were you here? How could Hermes endure your presence, knowing he could have so much more beautiful women instead, women who didn't get anxiety from parties and rudely ran away from him and his family. Women who laughed, and danced, and made other people laugh. Who were so much fun and so much more worthy than you. You were a nothing. A miserable, ugly nothing.

"Sweetheart?"

You didn't want to look at him. Instead, you opted to fix your gaze on a particularly stunning lady wearing blue. You felt longing well up inside of you. If you could only have her body, her face, her smile, her flowing hair. Maybe you could love yourself. Maybe Hermes could love you.

"The crowd by the buffet was to dense, I couldn't get through," you said quietly, not sure if he was still there. He was. Hermes sat down on the bench next to you and there you sat in silence for a few minutes. When you finally glanced over, you were surprised to find him fiddling with his fingers in his lap. Was he nervous? Did he want to break up with you?

"I'm sorry," you said. "Back with your family... that was so rude of me."

"What's wrong?" he asked and you were surprised at how worried he sounded. Finally, you looked at his face and his pleading eyes and your heart roared. Now you had made him worried. A great girlfriend you were. "Please," he said, getting a hold of your hands and leaning down to eye level. "Tell me. I want to help, but I'm not Apollo, I don't just look at someone and instantly know what they're feeling."

"It's nothing," you said quietly. "Just a bit nervous, I guess." He didn't say anything, and you realized he was waiting for you to elaborate. When you looked at him and saw the helpless look in his eyes, you felt yourself breaking and hid your face in your hands. "How can you even look at me?"

"What?" He sounded completely perplexed.

"I'm hideous!" you sobbed, stubbornly hiding your face away because you felt your hands dampened by tears. "I'm ugly and unattractive and unworthy and even attempting to be anything but that is an insult to all the beautiful women here. And I don't get why you are here with me, why you are with me after all, I mean- why would you do this to yourself? I'm not worthy of you, I-" Your rambling was interrupted by a desperate and tearful gasp for air but you hid your face away stubbornly.

"What?" His voice sounded thin and utterly confused. Then, you felt his hands on your wrists, softly prying them away from your tear-dampened face. You didn't have it in you to fight them.

"Listen... You are... better at this than me," the god said with a nervous chuckle. "Remember the time I was so exhausted I fell out of the window? And you ran me a bath and you made me get in and you... listened to my endless tired ramblings and laughed at my stupid jokes so hard the soap slipped out of your hands and hit me in the face? And then, you... made me go to bed and tell you what was really stressing me out and you just knew what to say. Like, the exact words to make me feel better. And I still don't get how."

Hermes breathed in through his mouth, fidgety but hopeful at the fact that you hadn't interrupted him yet. "Do you remember that hiking trip? I was wearing you out, it was probably too much for you, but you were so determined to get to the top in time for the sunset. And we did and you were so full of wonder. And sure, the view was amazing, but I couldn't look away from you because- I just couldn't. And I had planned to throw you off the edge and catch you a few meters down but I couldn't bring myself to do anything because you were so in awe and so beautiful-"

"I'm not," you said. "Have you even looked at-"

"Sweetheart, my eyes are in perfect shape," Hermes interrupted you firmly. "Yours aren't, because, apparently, you can't see just how beautiful you are. And how good you feel. How fun it is with you. Do you know why I am always so out of breath when I knock at your window? Because every second of the day I want to spend with you, all the time I possibly can, because it feels so right to be with you. So I rush and I show up gasping and sweating at your door and it always feels like coming home."

You were stunned. Could you believe him? How could you not? Hermes seemed to sense your conflict and you felt him slump against you. "Do you have any idea how many times my father has scolded me in the past months for being late to my duties? I don't care if you think you aren't enough. You've always been enough for me. You're more than that. You are in all of my dreams, always on my mind when I'm away."

He caught his breath. This was hard, but he had to convince you of the honesty of his feelings towards you, and he had to get all that crap out of your head. "I'm a god, why would I be with you if I didn't want to be, if I thought I could do better?"

"You can!"

"No, I can't!" he pressed, almost shouting. "No one makes me feel the way you do. Don't you see? You hold me in the palm of your hand, I'm yours!"

With widened and tearful eyes, you stared at him and his gaze softened. "May I?" You nodded, unsure what he was asking exactly. Hermes pulled you into his arms and you couldn't help but feel so loved when he held you tight.

"Can we leave?" you asked quietly and felt him laugh shakily against your shoulder. "Yes, let's get out of here."

Reluctantly, he pulled away and made you look at him. "Would you please believe me that I love you? Because I don't know what else to do. Do you want my shoes? My gardens? My palace? All my temples? I'd give them all to you, if you would just believe me."

"I think I might need a little while to get it," you sniffled quietly and in full earnestness. "I'm a little stuck here." You managed a small laugh.

The god looked at you with such tenderness you felt yourself blushing under his gaze. "Then I'll remind you every day until you believe me how beautiful you are."

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[alroma1]

Some Uncanny thoughts

Some thoughts about this issue but more like about this run so far.

One thing I am sorry to say about this issue is that its clearly shows that Marquez needs a break. Art is good in Rogue scenes but battle scenes feel like half done. Mangakas usually corrects things for volume release so I wonder is this is possible for american comics

1. So first thing first. Simone did tell on twitter that the most controversial page from this issue is going to be two women talking in office and she didnt lie. I have fall out of comics for some time so I dont remember exact timeline but if Rogue used to live in NYC for some time maybe she just didnt want to sound like country bumpkin. Thats usually main reasons people try get rid of accents. Maybe she wanted to do something more public. At the end scene mixes with reality but it makes me question if Harvey powers actually messed up whole scene and its not really how it was. The quote used in the scene if from 9th sonnet of Shakespeare.

2. Jubilee comment how Jitter and Deathdream had each other backs and it was implied before. Could be something behind that closeness. Like they are yin\yang variation.

3. Sarah singled out Calico pretty fast. I think its too early to let go of idea that girl somehow related to Sarah or Xavier,

4. Zero surprise about Sarah. Something was clearly off with her story. She might be a mutant but her story feel more mystical than sci-fyish. People pointed about Llorona but it reminded me of slavs version of mermaids - rusalka-s, In versions I read they were either girls who drowned themselves or dead unbaptised babies. Sarah kinda fits both since she said she was pagan. If she didnt lie that is.

5. Remy Lebeau gathers death flags faster than mushrooms grows after the rain. But its all so right in your face that to me it looks like misdirection.

6. People say Harvey having healing powers is way too convenient and they are right. But its feel like a reason for this is pretty clear. Simone didnt want Rogue to take Logan healing factor. After battle too. Because something going to happen when she probably do it eventually. There are two things I can think of and I suspect both are true

a)If she absorbs Logan his thoughts would flow right in her mind and she going to have some kind of discovery. If you wonder what kind of... well let me get you a few hints or what I think it is. In 3 issue during kitchen talk there was what I suspect very feeble reference to very conflicting arc in x-men history. Also unlikely old Louisiana manor has sound isolation.

7. Also b) I really suspects Logan has R-lds. And by the time he met with Rogue and Remy in first issue he practically went blind. His eyes still havent regenerated at the start of issue and even though it happened somewhere during the fight at the end he stll wears blindfold. Like theres no difference. Might be the reason for moonbeam nickname. Thats literally how he sees Rogue now. Simone did write though that he called another X-lady like that in the past and I wonder who it was.

So if Rogue absorbs him now would she also get R-lds? I dont remember her and Remy being resurrected during Krakoa but I might be wrong.

[chaifootsteps]

if you have time and feel like getting frustrated, the comments on this thread are certainly a read: https://www.reddit.com/r/HelluvaBoss/comments/1gsa0nr/after_episode_10_i_think_blitz_is_ready_to/

to run it down quickly:

someone immediately points out Blitzo did apologize several times while Stolas never has

comments saying it's a good time to switch to see what Stolas is up to because he'll totally have become a better person by now, right? right?

comments like 'well it's been a month wth has Stolas been doing the whole time?'

comments implying it's on Blitzo to sit Stolas down and explain exactly where he screwed up, because holding him to account went so well last time with Mr 'I don't look down you! how many times - I'm not going to ask for examples and instead just racistly compare you to Striker' and Stolas is a three year old who can't be expected to do any thinking of his own

multiple comments along the lines of saying Stolas doesn't think he did anything wrong, is delululu, he suspects he did something wrong, he's open to the possibility that he did something wrong - I just don't get how anyone thinks Stolas is sympathetic or even likable at this point?? he's been told straight up to stop doing something before and ignored it, told he's upset Blitzo before and ignored it. how much more evidence do viewers need that their sweet sensitive boi is actually a selfish void of empathy? how do they still have the patience to believe he'll ever hold himself to account for anything when the entire season has been built to say he's not responsible and is just very sad and misunderstood? when there's quite literally a shot in the trailer implying he gets exactly what he wants - to make Blitzo his knight whether he likes it or not? if this were any other character there'd be endless essays about how much they suck and how abusive they are

someone falsely claiming "Blitz will still blame himself for being the one who came up with this whole deal" - uh, no he literally didn't?? Stolas did that.

someone else saying 'Stolas did nothing wrong' then being reminded he did, going back and watching s1 and remembering that he did used to be classist (kind of worrying that Viv's retconning is working on some fans tbh)

someone implying it's Blitzo and Verosika's fault for giving him different ideas about who was wrong like it's their fault Stolas went to Anti Blitzo party he said was childish and petty and would never go to. he could have stayed home and got blind drunk there instead

people pointing out that the rest of IMP messed up too by not using disguises so they should all be on the hook for it, not just Blitzo (not holding my breath for anything but the gang being like 'this is all your fault!' if Viv wrote those ones though) - this one makes me a little sad tbh, it's obvious Blitzo has no hope of getting any grace from Stolas but we already know he sucks. the writing on IMP is so inconsistent it's gonna be sad if his family threaten to leave him over a business plan that all three of them were all in on, too, just to pile on the Blitzo misery again

It's been crazy to see the subreddit, where the narrative is so tightly controlled, waking up little by little. They've still got a ways to go, but it's pretty astounding to see it happening at all, and being allowed to happen.

[princesskenny1998]

One Piece | Monkey D. Luffy x strawhat!reader ~ Attraction, PT.2

In the days following your confession, you noticed a shift in the atmosphere on the Sunny—particularly whenever Luffy was around. It was subtle at first, a lingering gaze here and there, a more self-assured presence in his step, but soon it became undeniable. Luffy was different, or at least, he had deliberately started showing a side of himself that left you both flustered and intrigued.

For as long as you’d known him, Luffy had always been the carefree, goofy captain, all smiles and boundless energy. He was innocent and blunt, with a heart as open as the sea. You had figured that there was something under that—a layer that seemed to shimmer just beneath the surface, like a secret he had decided to let you in on.

It started one afternoon when the ship was anchored in a calm stretch of ocean. Everyone was lounging about, and you were sitting on the deck with Nami, doing some casual sunbathing and chatting about the recent island adventures. Luffy, usually distracted by whatever caught his eye, suddenly made his way over to where you sat.

He stopped in front of you, the sun catching the shadow of his straw hat as he looked down, his expression—oddly enough—confident. "Hey," he said, his voice light but with a certain edge that made your stomach flutter. "Can you help me with something below deck?"

Nami raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing the change as well, but she said nothing, letting a curious smirk tug at her lips. You glanced up at him, surprised, but nodded. “Sure, Luffy,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant even as your pulse quickened.

He waited for you to get up, his eyes lingering just a second longer than usual on your bikini clad form, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. This wasn’t the Luffy you were used to—the boyish captain who would have demanded your help with a cheeky grin or playful pout. No, this was different. It was almost as if he was enjoying your attention, and your nervousness, and maybe even your curiosity.

You followed him down the stairs, the air growing quieter and more intimate as the two of you left the noise of the crew behind. He led you to a storeroom in the lower deck, where supplies were kept, and then stopped, turning to face you. The space was tight, just enough room for the two of you, and suddenly you were acutely aware of just how close you were standing.

“So… what did you need help with?” you asked, your voice a little breathless, and you cursed yourself for sounding so desperate.

Luffy’s lips quirked up into a mischievous smile, and he stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a focus that made your heart skip a beat. "Oh, nothing," he said, his tone light and teasing, but the way he looked at you made it clear—he knew exactly what he was doing. "I just wanted to see if you’d come with me."

You blinked, feeling your face heat up as the meaning behind his words sank in. He was toying with you, teasing you, and enjoying every second of it. It was like he had read you like a book, picking up on your fascination with that more confident side of him and decided to reveal just how much he had been holding back.

"You’re messing with me," you said, trying to keep your voice steady even as he took another step closer, his grin widening.

"Maybe," he said, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Or maybe I just like seeing you get all hot and bothered."

Your breath hitched, and you felt a rush of warmth flood your face. Was this really happening? Was Luffy, of all people, actually flirting with you?

"Luffy," you started, searching for something to say, anything to break the tension, but he only moved closer, until he was barely a foot away from you.

"You said you thought I was hot," he said, his voice soft but teasing, and you could see that self-assured spark in his eyes—the one you had always suspected was there, but never quite seen so clearly. "Was that really true?"

His sudden intensity left you speechless. It was like he had turned your own words back on you, knowing exactly how to make your heart race. You wanted to respond, to say something clever or coy, but all you could do was nod, your voice failing you completely.

He grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Good," he said simply, his tone lighter again as he backed off, leaving you standing there, breathless and dazed. “I like it when you look at me like that.”

And then, as if he hadn’t just completely turned your world upside down, he reached for a jar of pickles on the shelf behind you—the actual reason he had brought you down there, apparently—before winking and walking back upstairs, leaving you standing there, completely stunned.

Over the next few days, the teasing only got worse, and it became increasingly clear that Luffy wasn’t as clueless as he had always pretended to be. In fact, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

At dinner one night, he made a point of sitting next to you, his thigh brushing against yours under the table as he leaned in close to talk to you, his voice low and conspiratorial. You tried to focus on your food, on the conversation around you, but it was impossible with Luffy so near, his presence a warm, magnetic force that made you hyper-aware of every little movement.

"Pass the salt, will you?" he asked casually, but his fingers brushed yours as you handed it over, the brief contact sending a jolt of electricity through you.

It was a small thing, almost insignificant, but the way he looked at you when your eyes met—so calm and confident, as if he knew the effect he was having—left you blushing for the rest of the meal. Nami caught you staring more than once, a knowing smile tugging at her lips, but you ignored her, trying to act like everything was normal when your heart was racing a mile a minute.

Robin, meanwhile, seemed entirely amused by the situation. She would watch the interactions between you and Luffy with a faint smile, her gaze almost too perceptive, as if she was enjoying some kind of private joke. She never said a word, but you could tell she knew exactly what was going on—and that she approved.

The teasing escalated during training one morning. The crew had gathered on the deck to spar, a weekly routine to keep everyone sharp. Luffy, always competitive, challenged you to a one-on-one match, something he had never done before. It was usually Zoro or Sanji who ended up in his sparring games, but this time, he insisted it had to be you.

You had no choice but to agree, even though you knew he was stronger, faster, and way more experienced. It wasn’t about winning—it was about proving you weren’t intimidated by his recent antics, even if your heart was pounding at the thought of going up against him.

The match started with the usual banter, Luffy teasing you about how slow you were as you tried to land a hit. You swung and missed more times than you wanted to admit, but then something changed. Luffy’s playful grin turned into something sharper, more focused, and suddenly, he was in front of you, his hand catching your wrist mid-punch.

He pulled you closer, the momentum of your swing bringing you almost chest-to-chest with him, and you froze. His fingers were warm against your skin, his grip firm but not painful, and the way he looked at you in that moment—his eyes dark and intent—left you breathless.

"You’re not putting your weight into it," he said, his voice low and teasing, his thumb brushing the inside of your wrist in a way that felt way too intimate for a sparring match.

"I—I’m trying!" you protested, struggling to keep your composure, but he just smiled, that maddeningly confident smile that made your knees feel weak.

He let go of your wrist slowly, almost reluctantly, his fingers grazing your palm before he stepped back, giving you space. "Then try harder," he said, his tone light again, but his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he moved away.

It was like he had flipped a switch, going back to the carefree Luffy everyone knew, but you knew better now. He was fully aware of the effect he had on you, and he was using it to his advantage—flirting with you in a way that was both infuriating and undeniably thrilling.

As the days passed, you found yourself looking forward to those moments—the teasing, the playful banter, the way Luffy’s gaze would linger on you just a second too long. It was like a game, one that only the two of you were playing, and though it made you feel like you were constantly walking a tightrope, you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed it.

Luffy, for his part, seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. He would find excuses to be near you, to touch you—little gestures that would seem innocent to the rest of the crew, but meant so much more because of the unspoken understanding between you.

One evening, as the sun set over the ocean, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, you found yourself alone with Luffy on the deck. The others were inside, finishing dinner or relaxing in the galley, leaving the two of you in a rare moment of peace.

Luffy was leaning against the railing, his hat tipped back and a smile playing on his lips. He looked so relaxed, so effortlessly attractive in the fading light, and you couldn’t help but stare.

"Hey," he said suddenly, catching you off guard. He looked over at you, his eyes softening in a way that made your heart do a little flip. "You really do think I’m hot, don’t you?"

You froze, your breath hitching, but you couldn’t lie. Not now, not after everything that had happened. So you took a deep breath, feeling the truth settle in your chest, and nodded. "Yeah, I do," you said, your voice steady. "And I think you know exactly what you’re doing."

Luffy’s smile widened, slow and warm, and he pushed off the railing, closing the distance between you in a few easy steps. "Maybe I do," he said, his voice soft and full of something that made your heart race. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a gentleness that left you breathless.

"Good," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek as he held your gaze, and you could see it then—all of it. The warmth, the confidence, the playful mischief, and something deeper, something real.

"Because I think I like it when you look at me like that."

[endlessburningdarkness]

How the fandom generally views Shen Yuan is exactly how his viewd by the people around him in SVSSS. And the thing is that it's a lie crafted for survival. The reason why there was no identity reveal is because doing so would break that illusion. I have always believed that, realistically, everything would have fallen apart if it happened.

Yue Qingyuan would have been as devastated as we, the audience, are at the revelation that his Xiao Jiu has been gone for years. He died without the explanation that he always wanted but was given to a complete stranger wearing his skin. That while people, himself included, noticed something wrong, they didn't bother or care enough to look deeper into it.

The peak lords (who no one can convince me didn't have character development in the background, and learned in detail that SJ was never the vile human scum they thought he was) would be outraged that Shen Yuan took over a position of power that he didn't earn. That he has been enjoying the fruits of someone else's labor for years. Liu Qingge would have felt betrayed the most because of the implication that SY knew about his Qi Deviation and so many other things. He would have been so angry I wouldn't be surprised if he accused SY of causing everything, even the Qi Deviation, to manipulate them all for Luo Binghe's sake.

The political fallout would be devastating for not only Cang Qiong but the entire cultivation world as a whole. Their entire credibility would be shot because someone of a high position was replaced by an entirely different person, and no one noticed for years. There would be noise, especially if Shen Yuan is driven out of Cang Qiong when Yue Qingyuan demands he vacate Shen Jiu's body.

Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan's relationship would slowly fall apart. Their entire relationship is based on lies and manipulation. Finding out that his husband has been lying about his identity for years, and part of the reason why he was treated kindly was due to fear of him would absolutely mess him up. It's driven home when Shen Yuan is finally allowed to be himself, completely and unapologetically, and the reality turns out to be different than what LBH thought it was. Everything that SY has ever done or said would be suspect. There would also be the added pressure of the political fallout because Cang Qiong wants Shen Jiu's body back and the accusations that he himself orchestrated the entire thing for power. Not to mention that there would be whispers about grooming from his own people, and while Luo Binghe defends SY, at first, the more time passes, the more it eats away at him. BingYuan has always been flawed, and the pressure of political crisis and everything falling apart around them would highlight them to the point that they can not be ignored.

Shen Yuan is not trusted, not anymore. In the end, much like the original Shen Qingqiu, he still ends up as the villain of the story. He becomes the imposter who lusted for both power and a child. Every sin that Shen Jiu was accused of are now his to bear. Especially since I doubt the system would have allowed SY to reveal its existence. Airplane would try to help, but the more stress that builds up, the more SY takes it out on him. Until he eventually hits his breaking point with SY, and just decides to leave him alone to deal with it all.

Shen Yuan's Shen Qingqiu is not real, and everything and everyone revolving around it is caught up in the illusion. Bursting that bubble would not be pretty.

This is really nicely written and I love the idea, I hope you write this into a fic one day!

yeah i once said Shen Yuan did not become Shen Qingqiu, rather Shen Qingqiu became Shen Yuan. Bingqiu is built on a lie, and some fans genuinely seem to forget that lol. LBH loves Shen Yuan because he believes he's Shen Qingqiu (Jiu).

Luo Binghe has no idea Shen Yuan exists, and realistically he would not react well. With his personality, the idea that the Shizun who picked him on that day during the disciple test, when LBH fell in love, is not in fact dead, and this other person has been pretending to be him, would break him utterly. Like he was ready to destroy the world bc Shen Qingqiu (Jiu) from his perspective, smiled at other people, how would he react to finding out Shen Qingqiu (Jiu) is actually dead? BADLY

There's a reason mxtx, the actual author did not do a reveal, bc she knows it wouldn't work. Like the author couldn't make bingqiu work without a massive lie still hanging over them, it's incredible anyone convinces themselves this is a healthy relationship.

I headcanon their relationship falls apart anyway, even without a reveal, bc there's only so long Shen Yuan can lie to himself and put up with terrible sex and LBHs manchild behaviour. I imagine he logs out at some point and returns to his real life.

Also, are you the same anon every time? You can chat with me you know, in the dms 😊

[dufferpuffer]

Don't be sorry - this is great, I loved it!!! Made me think too - I've been taking some things for granted.

1. We get far more instances of Sirius being a brat, or described similarly to a brat, than not (as a teenager). - I'm pretty sure the only time he wasn't being a bit of a prick (to anyone other than James, of course) was joking around after DADA O.W.L.s. (OotP ch28 - as are the following) 'Haughty', easily bored, mean for no reason to Peter, insensitive of Remus' Lycanthropy, snorting derisively at Remus asking if he could test him on Transfiguration for the next exam - "I don't need to look at that rubbish, I know it all" (bro... Remus is asking you for help...???) Excited to mess with Severus - he doesn't even have the 'reason' of liking Lily, he just likes being nasty to him, hexing him even as James was 'stopped' by Lily for a moment...

- Talking about their school years in (OotP ch29): As an adult - Sirius is not proud of attacking Severus when bored. He calls himself an 'arrogant little berk', and that they were all idiots - aside from Remus, who made them feel ashamed of themselves sometimes for picking on Severus. "Did I ever have the guts to tell you I thought you were out of order?" - Remus wasn't entirely comfortable talking against his friends.

'They were attracted by Remus’s quiet sense of humour and a kindness that they valued, even if they did not always possess it themselves.' ('Remus Lupin' Pottermore)

It doesn't paint a picture of a boy that cares much about other people. Aside from James. Did he know all of Remus' feelings? Dunno... but I doubt he would have listened even when told. Remus is semi-open with his feelings but has never felt too comfortable saying 'no'... both a personal failing, yes, but also how could he...? If these arrogant berks ever leak that he is a werewolf on a whim he would be fucked. ...Like telling Severus exactly where and how to see him.

His Full Moons were the best - because he could be truly himself and feel loved and protected even at his 'worst'... though he suffered heavy guilt between walkabouts, guilt evidently not shared.

Remus loved his friends. His friends loved him. Absolutely. But they were toxic little shits, ALL of them... and out of all of them, Remus seems to be the one Sirius cared about the least. He didn't hate him, but Remus needs the most care and empathy thrown his way... and Sirius is the one with the least to give.

2. Is there evidence in canon that Remus suspected Sirius before he was framed... ...No, I don't think so... I guess I just made that the fuck up? Wow. Nice catch! Thankyou :^)

3. There isn't any solid evidence that Sirius had a big sense that Remus was the spy, no... but I feel it is implied. Remus was away on the other end of the country on missions during the first war - not around the Potters, helping and protecting them like Sirius, Peter or even Bagshot. Lily didn't mention him at all in her letter. He is so... separate. Like everyone agreed it was for the best that he wasn't around.

And the reason Sirius didn't tell Remus shit wasn't that he was away on missions, wasn't that he had important werewolf shit to do, wasn't just cutting down the people who knew in case of interrogation, wasn't that he was simply in high-risk situations often... it was specifically that he thought he was the spy.

Maybe that's a 1% chance thing. Better safe then sorry. But Sirius is defined by his loyalty above all else. Betraying his friends so badly is a sin in his eyes, it is incomprehensible. Sirius 'THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!' Black I struggle to believe if he thought Remus was possibly a spy it could be casual... especially when he should know that they were everything to Remus. They became Animagi for him, only for him to leak information to Lord Voldemort in selfish self-preservation, sacrificing the life of a baby...? Disgusting.

Teen Wolfstar ramble

I think Wolfstar is an interesting ship as adults. Broken Remus and Sirius finding eachother again, with all their history and failures and conflicting needs, is fascinating for a messy adult partnership. People who have lost everything else. Awesome. I can see why that's interesting.

But I don't see teenage Wolfstar at all lol. Negative compatibility. I think the only time teen Sirius and Remus really talk to each-other is Sirius being like "Ugh I'm bored I wish it was the full moon" and Remus 'darkly' grumbling "I guess you would wish that..." ????? Imagine: "I wish it was the worst period of time for your chronic health condition, where you go through severe pain, fear, delusion... It's entertaining! We run about and put lives in danger. You're the only one with conflicting thoughts about it and the only one who would suffer the consequences of something going wrong - so who cares"

Sirius and James hexing students, Sirius' irresponsible behaviour towards Severus and Remus from the Prank... Remus brought Peter into the friend group, forever feeling bad for 'the underdog' - and James and Sirius only belittle him... Sirius was a stuck up prick as a teenager. Sirius was an asshole. He only cared about James. Everyone else was like a toy. He decided if they were 'fun' or if they were 'bad' - Black and white thinking.

Then as young adults - they didn't trust eachother. Remus was out of the picture, thinking Sirius was the traitor... probably because Sirius thought HE was the traitor, while being IN the picture: deep in James and Lily's company. Why would Sirius think Remus was a traitor...? Because he had sympathy for Severus? Because he didn't have enough of a backbone to say 'no'? Because he was a werewolf...? Remus valued the people who accepted him so. fucking. much. The idea that he would betray them beyond 'running away to keep them safe'... it shows a severe core misunderstanding of this guy he has known for half his life. 10 years!!!

To me it doesn't scream 'these men loved eachother'. The vibe I get is 'We wouldn't have anything to do with eachother if not for James.' The Marauders are a broken friend group. None of them are particularly good people as teens - which contrasts with Harry and his friends. 'New Generation solving the sins of the last' plot type. That doesn't mean they weren't friends, that they didn't care... but they were toxic. Unsustainable.

And that makes it cooler that they're the two 'survivors', right? They got along the least of anyone... but now they have both been through hell. They are more mature. Things can be different now.

I'm not surprised that they are turned into different people for the sake of writing their relationship working: Making Sirius someone Remus could stomach - and making Remus someone Sirius could appreciate and look up to. Remus a grumpy strong wolf - Sirius a short silly puppy.

I think EVERY ship can work, it depends on the story - put any characters through the right trials and they will find ways to appreciate eachother. That's the fun part of shipping. Teen Sirius and Remus.... would need a LOT of story. Which is why, instead, they are often just changed to make it easier.

[mortalscience]

ten caps per episode - Law and Order Criminal Intent - s01e09 - The Good Doctor

Bad guy: You stupid idiots. Eames: Sticks and stones.

[vaguely-concerned]

I've been trying to figure out a dynamic between neve and rye that I find more compelling, because right now there's not much of anything there for me to sink my little teeth into. but I think I've landed on something delicious with the idea that especially after minrathous gets fucked, rye looks at neve and sees myrna -- someone he feels he keeps letting down horribly no matter how hard he tries not to and can't quite achieve the approval of/connection with that he wishes so it's better to just pull away completely and disengage rather than stay in that unshifting shame. neve is (very understandably) measured and distant with him after what happened, and he's flashing back to his student days of myrna gazing at the perpetually hungover heartbroken heap of a person of him on the other side of her desk every time he missed the deadline of a paper or project like '...can we at least both agree that this is. a bit disappointing. especially considering your potential.' (and him all smudged black eyeshadow and numb ruefulness being like 'sure that's a very kind way to put it myrna thank you'.)

aside from the 'if I let him get too deeply into this he'll go the way of brom and it'll be all my fault (again)' element, neve thinks rye is dismissing her and her city/being a bit callous in the same way he was after varric's death (listen. how fucking wild must rook's reaction to losing a beloved mentor seem to the rest of the crew who aren't seeing the blood magic paper doll ghost varric the whole time, especially those who got to see them interact. you WOULD think 'there's something wrong with this guy. putting the job first is one thing just not seeming to react at all is another this is fucking freaky', wouldn't you, especially after seeing the warmth in that dynamic in action beforehand.) perfect storm of two people who grit their teeth and turn inwards in pain deciding that not talking about it is their best bet (NEWSFLASH: IT ISN'T) lmao

(rye spent his last year of watcher training on a mostly joyless bender and then got it together enough to finish the eternal orb project last moment in a fevered near-sleepless week instead of the half a year that was intended. emmrich is both astounded and distressed to hear this. "a week? but -- but that is an astounding accomplishment rook!! and also why in the maker's good light would you ever do that to yourself?" ("well you see there was no one to stop me from doing it like that but me. and under those conditions these things tend to happen".) rye was working through/looking up stuff around transitioning and doing every kind of OTHER high level watcher research through that whole time, but ultimately he's an excellent watcher and a terrible student, at least under traditional methods. adhd from here to the fucking moon. touched by something akin to divine inspiration in moments of high tension that pulls all the threads into one coherent unbreakable cord, a bit of a frayed mess in most other settings. in our world he'd be dropping out of a masters program at the very last hurdle in this moment maker bless and protect him)

[fingertipsmp3]

Things that happened in my sims game today that ✨just make sense✨

-My sim went on a date with his stalker

[roturo]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ OH! SO YOU'RE INTO OLDER MEN?

˚₊·➳❥ JJK MEN SHOWING YOU HOW A REAL MEN FUCKS! satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro ✧˚ · .

tags: afab!reader, reader is mentioned as a female, use of nicknames (baby, princess, doll, slut, whore), cheating, degradation, caught cheating, getting caught, unprotected sex, blowjob, pussy slapping, mating press, breeding, age-gaps, virginity loss [...] rbs are appreciated!

satoru gojo (Daddy’s girl)

well, that’s the word he used for the little girl you're babysitting right now. he’s a great dad and husband. there’s just this tiny whiny little thing he couldn’t do right– and that’s loving his wife as he should.

like– it’s not that he doesn’t feel guilty, it’s just… well, you looked really cute in that mini dress, he and his wife have been fighting lately anddd– he could tell his daughter liked you more than her fatality of mother she has these days. she even called you mommy by accident once! and that was the last water drop gojo needed for the glass to break.

“Oh- I bet you’d love to be full of me right now.” His thrusts became messier each time he pounded on you, “Mhh, fill you up ‘n make me a daddy again– you’d like that princess?” you couldn’t even talk anymore with how good he’s making you feel– he had your legs pressed on the bed thanks to his arms, almost bending you in half, he was making sure that mating press works.

“Ffffuckk- You feel s’good baby” He felt your walls clenching again, no matter how many times he made you come, he’s making sure you’re coming again after he does. A not ending cycle for him. “Such a slut for me hm? Coming all nice and pretty to this house just to be ruined at night–” his words made you feel dirty, but the euphoria of it was stronger, “such” slap, “a nasty” slap, “slut” slap– “and all f’me” with those last thrusts your body couldn’t take it anymore, spasming and trembling while your poor hole was filled up again. gojo’s wife didn’t even bothered to break your little encounter, she suspected it long time ago.

all that was left was a wide grinning gojo satoru and some divorce papers.

suguru geto (Daddy’s best-friend)

you didn’t intend this to happen… you always knew your dad’s best-friend was hot. he’s geto, ‘cmon. he brings a new girl every weekend whispering in your dad’s ear swearing she’s the one this time.

he saw you grow up, turn into this beautiful and strong woman. so how he couldn’t love you? you were like a doll for him, so beautiful and radiant in every way. a porcelain doll he needed to protect, he couldn’t lose you to any dangerous or stupid man, he swears he would beat the shit out of the guy who breaks your heart first.

“Shhiiiitt– Heh– I can tell how tight your pussy is princess–” His cock was stretching the living shit out of you, touching places never in a thousand years you could imagine you would feel. “what d’ya think daddy would say if he saw his little girl being fucked by his best-friend huh?” your brain was a fuzzy mess, you couldn’t make coherent words to say, and just feel how good geto is making you feel. you couldn’t remember how many times he had made you cum with his toungue and he’s just starting to fuck your pussy.

“ ‘m such a lucky guy if i'm the first you’re giving this pussy to, don’t ya think so doll? marking it as mine, baby I swear you’ll need no man to ever fuck this pussy of yours again– shit I won’t need another woman for myself, you’re the one baby” those words filled your heart of a tingly feeling, making more butterflies roam around your tummy, touching yourself you could sense geto’s cock coming and leaving with every thrust, your brain full of air and in need of more of his cock.

he couldn’t resist himself anymore when he was next to you, his cock would get hard the minute he enters your house, and thankfully he has a pretty doll to release himself with.

kento nanami (Big Boss)

Nanami thinks he’s a good and mature guy– At least for his wife and kids… He has this aura of a serious and mature guy but inside every time he’s just this close to breaking it, just to say what he really thinks or feels.

the first time he saw you at work with your tiny skirts and tight blouses he didn’t mind any type of attention to it, you were another cute worker, that’s all. One of another– he can think other women are pretty too right? maybe even prettier than his wife… and nicer, and cuter, and more homely feeling to be a mom. but he wouldn't do anything he would later regret right?...

“You’re s’pretty baby, such a dirty whore for my cock mhm?” he had you pounding from behind, his desk becoming even messier than it was before, one of his hands keeping you laid down on the desk arching your back like if he’s trying to break it– a sudden ringing brought you back from your unconsciousness of nanami’s cock– he answered the call, not a single sing of him trying to stop thrusting into you.

“Yeah?” his voice was out of breath, almost sounding like a sigh when he answered the call, “Where am I? Huh– I’m at the office r-right now…?” he wasn’t even sure if he could keep this act, losing himself more in the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cock– “Oh yeah- I’m okay, uhh- the kids? yyeah, yeah, they’re with my mom right now–” the feeling of keeping up a call with his wife while fucking you made his cock twitch inside of you, feeling like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time. it was no surprise for him that his wife was cheating, but he wanted to keep it like that for the sanity of his kids. 

“Quit the act Kento– I know you’re fucking somebody else right now. See ya at home.”

toji fushiguro (Step-Daddy)

you hated when your mother started dating new guys. they just kept breaking her heart– but you just stopped telling her that it's okay to live without a partner, that she had you by her side, but well… this new man was something else i guess and you didn’t say anything for the sake of your own good mother.

you didn’t like him, but for the sake of your mother you pretended like you do– and let’s be honest, toji doesn’t like children, so when he first met you he wasn’t as social as others… your mom was just too good to simply let go– but the way you moved, talked, dressed caught his attention, and as time passes and he spends more time with your mom– he's no longer drawn to your house just to see your mother, but to see you. 

“Sshhiit- You’re making me feel s’good baby” the lack of air was making you feel giddy, but the way his cock twitched inside your mouth made your core get even wetter. “C’mon baby, ride my shoe,” you wasted no time before your hips started moving, trying to gain some friction and release that tingly feeling coming from your core. 

“D’ya think your mother would like to see her daughter being full of his step-daddy’s cum?” he gets one of his arms behind himself trying to gain some support while his other free hand caresses your cheeks while you continue sucking– this same hand moves out your head and frees his cock out of your mouth, a small strand of saliva connecting your mouth with it–

“Fuck– guess i choose the wrong out of you two”

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Not So Artificial Intelligence

Barbara thinks it was Bruce, with his love for new additions to the Cave. Bruce thinks it was Tim, with his late hyperfixation on AI. Tim thinks it was Babs, with her ever evolving network of keeping everything under control.

They are all wrong, but the fact stays a fact: the BatCave has an AI assistant now.

It is not very good at first, not recognizing voices very well and messing up commands, but the Bats write it off as a learning curve. Besides, it never makes the same mistakes twice, and in a couple of months, even the tiniest slip ups fade away.

Its name is Betty. First, Dick named it Bat-AI (a reasonable name), then it transformed into Bat-I for easier pronunciation, and then Steph called in Betty once, and the name was sealed.

And they all love Betty. Betty is the best, keeping track of their everyday lives, reminding them of their civilian meetings and vigilante business, alerting them of any suspicious activity in the city. Oracle finally gets to sleep for more than 4 hours in a day with Betty's help. Tim gets company when he is three weeks in and elbows deep in a case - it's easier when he has an illusion of someone to discuss the matter with, and Betty even offers him insight. Damian learns to do digital art just to have a little competition with Betty. He wins, but the AI is a worthy opponent, in his opinion.

Even Bruce begrudgingly likes the AI assistant. She is competent and helpful, and Alfred seems to approve of how she doesn't let Bruce overwork himself when he escapes medbay to keep searching for answers.

That is, until one day, Tim installs speakers specifically for Betty in the Cave.

The voice that comes from them is not robotic or mechanical.

It definitely has human intonation.

"Hello, Red Robin," the voice - a male voice, actually - greets him with slight amusement. Tim feels an uneasy feeling sinking down in his stomach.

"Betty?"

"You know me as such. I would prefer it if you called me Danny. He/them pronouns."

Remind him, who installed the AI?..

---------------

Danny got trapped inside the Batcomputer somehow - I suspect Technus had a hand in it - and decided to embrace it. He used to be a vigilante himself, so why not help this whole family of vigilantes while he is at it? They look like they need a hand.

[chuluoyi]

✎ wife

- gojo satoru x reader

in which the new batch of first years are unaware that their eccentric teacher's wife is the pretty woman roaming the school grounds

genre: fluff, crack, gojo being a silly little menace as always, yuji and nobara are confused, an attempt at humor, lovesick gojo, mention of breastfeeding

note: it’s so silly but i had fun writing this! based on a request by anon (thank you!) but i tweaked it a bit and partly inspired by this fanart. reader is also a teacher at jujutsu high and has a baby with gojo—loosely a continuation of protect

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Take that off immediately!"

"Kyaaah~! Yuji is here, you pervert!"

Yuji was a laughing mess. Megumi and Nobara collectively sighed. Nanami attempted to retrieve his once-immaculate suit, now a crumpled mess, from the one and only Gojo Satoru, who found humor in stealing his signature attire and impersonating the stern-faced Nanami in front of his fresh batch of first years.

"He is incorrigible," Nobara grumbled, her eyes slitting. They said that he was a strong sorcerer, possibly the strongest there was, but she found it really hard to believe.

Megumi threw her a deadpan stare. With many years of putting up with this kind of antics under his belt, he pitied her for not knowing that this was far from the worst. "Yeah, he is."

"How does anyone ever put up with him?"

That was actually a good question. "We don't..." Megumi paused, recalling each and every occasion where he tried to do so. "His wife is probably the only one who can."

Nobara sputtered, spinning towards him. "What the—wife? That annoying man has an actual, living, breathing wife?"

"Who? Gojo-sensei?" Yuji chimed in, jumping into the conversation, leaving the supposedly two adults in their catfight. Nanami was still clawing to get his suit back, and Gojo continued to giggle and evade him, playfully running away.

Nobara scoffed. "I bet the woman just married him for the money. He comes from prestigious clan, yes? That must be it."

Yuji felt his eyes would pop out of its sockets. "What are you talking about, Kugisaki!? What woman—"

"Shut up, Itadori! Don't be too loud!"

Nobara and Yuji's unharmonious ruckus irritated Megumi to the bone, and he decided that the best course of action now was to leave them all in the dust. With a glare and a shake of his head, he stalked away.

And thus the two new first years were left with half-truths that would lead them into a major misadventure later that day—

—which happened when they spotted Nanami with you, whom they were still unfamiliar with.

They were convinced that Gojo’s wife must be some sort of boring tramp eyeing his wealth and not this positively radiant, mature woman, and so ruling that possibility out, they positively swooned at the sight before them.

"He's irresponsible, egotistical—" snippets of Nanami's frustrated words conveyed enough to paint a picture of Gojo's character. He was definitely ranting about Gojo to you.

"Is that Nanamin's wife?" Yuji mused, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. "She is so pretty..."

"They... look cute together," Nobara hummed with dreamy eyes, and then looked at Yuji sharply. "And yes, she's indeed pretty, but know your place, Itadori!"

"I know!"

Based on how the two of you interacted, they concluded that you must have been close, with the way Nanami visibly relaxed around you, and not as formal as he was with anyone else. They highly suspected that the two of you were married, as you wore a ring, which was the ultimate sign.

"And how's the baby?" Nanami asked then, directing the question to you with a smile on his face, prompting surprised gasps from both Yuji and Nobara.

You were glowing, to say the least, and when you let out a small giggle at his question, even both students couldn't miss the way your expression exuded pure happiness. "He is well. Ah, I really wanted to bring him along too, but he was a little messy after eating so I left him at home. You can see him later…"

Yuji gaped. "So it's true..."

"Oh my gosh... and they have a baby." Nobara almost squealed.

And that sealed it. The headline of the day: Nanami is married to this stunning woman wandering the school grounds.

So imagine their utter shock when the second time they found you, you were with Gojo, and he was shamelessly snogging you in the hallway.

“Why are you here?” Gojo was breathless after the soul-sucking kiss he smothered you. His tone remained playful yet carried a clear undertone of concern. "You're still on maternity leave. I'll make sure Yaga knows that."

“Satoru,” you whined, and the use of his given name made Yuji and Nobara gasp in disbelief. “I’m perfectly okay and I don’t need to breastfeed anymore. I should start getting back to work.”

Nobara seemed to finally understand the implication. But Yuji didn’t. His mind flitting from one scandalous idea to another—

Gojo-sensei seducing Nanamin’s wife? Nanamin’s wife cheating on him with Gojo-sensei?

In the brief period he spent with Gojo, Yuji realized that he didn't exactly have a reputation for decency. So despite himself, he could only muster up this one word: “Homewrecker. Homewrecker!”

Yuji’s shriek took all three of you by surprise, and now both you and Gojo were aware of his presence.

“You absolute idiot,” Nobara hissed, face-palming.

“Oh, Yuji? Nobara?” Gojo genially asked, his concern towards you quickly dissolved into a meaningful smirk on his face. “And what do you mean by—?”

Yuji yelped. “You! You are! You’re trying to seduce Nanamin’s wife!”

Silence. Gojo’s eyes twitched beyond his blindfold. You blinked. Nobara wanted to save herself from the second-hand embarrassment. And his loud voice caught the attention of Megumi too, who was close by.

“You seem to be mistaken. First of all, Nanami isn’t married,” Gojo said with a strained voice, maintaining his smile. He then gestured at you, showing you off with pride. “And this here, is my wife.”

“Y-your wife?!” Yuji exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger. “H-how?! I saw her with Nanamin! Talking about a baby—”

“That would be my baby.”

“But how?!”

“Yuji, do you want me to give you a crash course in baby-making—”

“Satoru!”

You sent him a glare and turned to the young first years with a smile. "You must be the new first years? I’m Y/N, and I’m in charge of the second years.” You gestured towards your husband. “And please, ignore most things he says. He’s a bit crass, and if you ever feel he's harassed you, don't hesitate to report it to me."

“Wifey! How could you!”

“Shut up, Satoru! You’re embarrassing yourself!”

“What are you doing here?” Megumi inquired with a deep frown, getting between Yuji and Nobara as they stared at Gojo in total bewilderment.

Yuji exclaimed in disbelief, pointing at you. “Fushiguro! Gojo-sensei’s wife is a beauty!”

“…I know that already.”

Nobara whipped her head towards him. "You knew?! Since when?!"

“They… took me in.”

“THEY WHAT?!”

Gojo grinned at their chorus of surprise. “And what a fine boy he turns out to be, eh?”

Megumi scowled, but Gojo wasn’t bothered at all. If anything, what offended him was—

"What makes you think my dear wife here belongs to Nanami instead of me?" he joked with a mock scoff, earning an eye roll from you.

Nobara and Yuji blurted out their thoughts simultaneously.

“They look good together?”

“Nanamin is dependable?”

Gojo gasped dramatically, one hand flying to his mouth. "So, not only do I not look good with her, but I also don't seem dependable enough?" He turned to you with the most aghast expression. “Tell me that isn’t true—”

You shot him a withering look, deadpanning, “Actually, you might be.”

And Gojo clutched his chest, letting out an anguished cry.

Epilogue

“Satoru… come on, you know I was joking.”

Your dramatic ass of a husband had his head on your lap, hugging your torso tight. The pout on his face hadn’t faded a bit ever since he was done with his class, and now on your marital bed, he was clinging to you with all of his might.

He shook his head petulantly, clicking his tongue. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of my students. You’re so mean!”

You sighed. “I’m sure you have made a fool out of yourself far often. This is insignificant.”

“Hmph! How could you say that?! I don't care if it's me, but I can't believe that it's coming from you! I shower you with my undivided love each and every day!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Somehow seeing him like this made your heart lurch. He reminded you so much of your baby boy who was sleeping right in the next room that you couldn't resist smiling and pinching his cheeks.

“Okay, okay. My husband is handsome, looks good with me and definitely someone I can rely on,” you relented, and like a lightbulb going off, Satoru suddenly beamed so wide that you were certain his cheeks hurt.

“That’s more like it! Now, now, there’s only one way that can prove how responsible I am! Let me just fill you up with another baby—”

You smacked him on the head.