#for me it’s the purpose of my life & it has been since 14

[tulsa24]

happy 8123 day!

[valleydolli]

Only You | Chapter Two

Cw 𝜗𝜚 MDNI, Stalking, Obsessiveness, Controlling Behaviour, Love Bombing, Murder, Fluff, Kidnapping, Smut, Toxic Sukuna, Yandere Sukuna? Readers a sweetie, (Touch her you die… like actually…)

𝜗𝜚 Series Masterlist…

𝜗𝜚 Chapter One… | Chapter Three…

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Luckily for Sukuna, his extremely compliant twin agreed to let him pick up his son from school, but the weekend couldn’t have been any slower for Sukuna.

Anything he did to occupy himself and keep you from creeping your way into his mind was a dud. He’s starting to think you’ve put some sort of spell on him. A minute couldn’t pass without you running through his twisted mind.

Any second he had to himself, he would spend it scrolling through your Instagram, saving some, if not all, pictures you’ve posted into a folder he has already made specially for you. Lucky for him, you post a lot, a bit too much. He doesn’t like that, you can't do that when you’re finally his. You just seem too… open.

Too trusting.

Too naïve.

See, you’ve tagged your apartment complex as a location, and you’re wearing a shirt with your work logo in another one of your posts. Your profiles are public for God's sake.

You’re incredibly naive.

You don’t know half of the disgusting, evil men out there. But it’s fine, he’s here now. Sukuna will always be there to keep you safe. He’s your protector. He’s your saviour. He was put on this earth for the sole purpose of protecting you, his angel.

You are his angel.

“What’re you doing to me?” Sukuna whispers to himself. He’s never felt this way before. He's never had someone occupy his mind to this extent. He’s never wanted to be with a woman like this. He doesn’t do relationships, as cliche as it sounds, but he would have rather been alone for the rest of his life. He's never wanted to have a girlfriend by his side, to hold, to kiss, to love, to protect. But with you, it’s different, you’ve changed him for the better. He needs you, and you need him.

You need each other.

*Ping*

‘I’ve found some stuff on the girl…’ Toji messages

Sukuna sighs heavily. Toji really tests his damn patience.

‘Like what, Toji? Don’t beat around the bush.’

‘My bad…’

‘She’s studying Art at university, in her 2nd year, and umm, she’s also a teacher at Megumi's preschool. Yano with your nephew… probably should have mentioned that, huh?’

What. The fuck. Jin AND Toji knew who you were before him?!

‘Toji, don’t piss me off. I told you her name, you don’t know her fucking name?’

‘I’m sorry, I dont know her fucking name. They just call her Miss Fluttershy or somethin, from that kids' show? My little horse? I think she mentioned her name before, I just forgot…’

‘You’re so fucking useless sometimes.’ Sukuna runs his large hand down his face.

My God. Yuji talks about you every fucking day. You gave him those stupid colouring books.

“Miss Fluttershy.”

The kids’ just as obsessed with you as he is.

‘Do you know what days she’s working?’

‘Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays’

‘Perfect.’

~~~

As Monday finally rolls by, Sukuna couldn’t be more thrilled to see you again. There hasn’t been a second since he met you that he hasn’t thought about you. What will you wear? A dress? It’s quite warm today. What perfume will you use? Do you have a favourite? How will you style your hair? In a bun? No, a ponytail!

His body is practically buzzing with excitement just to see your face again.

To smell you.

To hear your voice…

The way you say his name... It’s been echoing through his mind.

So soft and delicate.

What would you sound like yelling his name? What would you sound like moaning his name, while he slid his thick inches into your tight walls.

“Fuck…” he sighs, as he rubs against his growing member—

No.

Stop.

It’s almost 14:00, he’s got 30 minutes until he needs to pick up Yuji, (and meet the love of his life again,) and he looks a fucking mess. Hair disheveled, five o’clock shadow. He looks nasty. It’s not good enough for him. It’s not good enough for you.

Sukuna finally pulls himself out of bed, throwing on a wife-beater, a grey tracksuit and shaving his five o’clock shadow.

Great. Presentable.

15 minutes.

15 minutes until he sees you again.

~~~

“Come on, Yuji, honey, your daddy’s here.”

“No, it’s not my Papa, it’s Uncle,” the pink-haired boy says as he grasps onto your hand.

Oh, the mysterious brother Jin always speaks about, and the Uncle little Yuji admires.

“Really? I can’t wait to meet him! I’m sure he’s just as lovely as you.”

“No, he’s a big meanie,” The young boy deadpans.

Oh…

As you turn the corner with little Yuji trailing by your side, you’re faced with someone you didn’t expect to see at your place of work.

Sukuna.

How does he know where you work— wait. Is he here for Yuji? He’s Jin’s brother? The brother Jin and Yuji mentioned countless times?

There you are, and you look so beautiful. He was right, you’re wearing a dress. A floral dress. How adorable. He just wants to dress you up like the doll you are— wait.

You’re flustered. Why are you flustered? Aren’t you happy to see him? Did he do something wrong?

“Sukuna? You’re Yuji's uncle?” You inquired, “Wow… Come to think of it, you guys look so much alike. I should have noticed the moment I looked at you, huh?”

You begin to chuckle to yourself

“Actually, I think Jin and Yuji are happier looking than you.”

“He’s always angry, Miss Flutter,” Yuji chimes in.

He’s holding your hand why is he still holding your fucki—

No, he’s not about to be jealous of his 4-year-old nephew, no way.

Control yourself.

“Mhm, that little brat is my nephew.”

“I’m not a brat!” Yuji calls out

“You’re right, sweetheart, you’re the cutest one here, but don’t tell anyone I said that, okay? It’s our little secret.”

He vigorously nods his head, “Mhm, I promise!”

You’re good with kids, you’re so good with kids. You don’t understand how attractive that makes you. Oh, how desperately he wants to make you a mother. A mother to his kids, his twin—

“Suku, can Miss Flutter get ice cream with us?” He hears his nephew say.

Oh my God.

Yuji, you fucking genius.

“He’s right, you should come, it’s by my place, ‘Kaspas.’ I can take you home afterwards?”

Say yes.

“I do love that place, but I wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Angel, there wouldn’t even be a point in Sukuna's miserable life where you could intrude. Ever. If he could keep you by his side forever. He would.

“You could never intrude. Come on, my treat before our date.” He smirks as he desperately tries to convinces you to get ice cream with him… and Yuji.

Just fucking say yes. Do you not want to be around him?

“Hmm… okay fine, I’ll come along. Let me get my stuff quickly.”

Thank fuck.

Sukuna lets out a relieved sigh. You’re difficult. Is that normal for you? If it is, he's got to correct it. He can't have a disobedient girl by his side.

No way.

Again, Yuji pulls him out of his thoughts, “Suku, do you like Miss Flutter?” The young boy asks as he looks up at his uncle.

Sukuna chuckles and leans down to the boy’s ear and whispers,

“Don’t be a nosy brat.”

~~~

As you make your way to the car park, with Yuji still grasping onto your hand, you come into sight with Sukuna's car, an extremely expensive car. What the hell does he do for a living?

“Detective,” He answers back.

“Huh?”

“You’re thinking out loud. I’m a detective,” he admits.

“Woah, it pays well clearly,” you say as he opens the car door for you.

“Aren’t you a gentleman?”

“Just for you, angel,” he winks.

You’ve been watching him drive for the past five minutes. You can’t help but stare. He’s so beautiful. He and Jin hardly look alike as twins. Don’t get it twisted, Jin is just as attractive as his brother, but there’s something so ethereal about Sukuna's features. Almost as if he’s not a real person. Does he have any flaws? He was perfectly sculpted by the gods themselves. His arms are… massive, he clearly spends a lot of his time in the gym. His nose… is so… rideable. My goodness, how did you get this guy to approach you?

“You’re staring, angel, you like what you see?” Sukuna questions, as he cocks his brow.

“Yes, I actually do.” You shyly replied

“Well, we don’t live far from each other, you’re more than welcome to see me more.”

“I know I’m just— I’m really busy, as much as I’d like to see you, I need to focus on school and work…”

Sukuna wants to be mad, but you’re such a good fucking girl. You should focus on your studies, yes, but what about him? His focus is on you right now, so why isn’t yours on him?

Bullshit

“But, maybe we could have dinner tonight?” You innocently ask.

“I’m making lasagna, do you like it?”

“I love it, Miss Flutter!” Yuji chimes from the backseat

Honestly, Sukuna forgot Yuji was here.

Sukuna sternly looks at the boy through his rearview mirror. “No, you’re going home after this, brat.” He asserts.

“Hmph,” you hear from the sulking child, as he crosses his arms and pouts his lips.

“I’ll love whatever you’re making,” He grins.

“You might be my biggest fan behind Yuji, Sukuna. You’re not gonna start stalking me, are you?”

Sukuna grin falters

“‘Course not, I’m a normal guy. I promise.”

Liar.

~~~

The three of you arrive at the dessert parlour, 20 minutes later. It’s understandably packed since it’s a warm day. You find a table in the corner of the shop, giving Yuji the seat by the window, and Sukuna sitting opposite you.

“Hi, what can I get you guys today?”

“Cookies and cream!” Yuji yells at the server

“And for you, pretty?”

Sukuna's eyes darken and snap towards the boy. The fuck did he say?

You giggle.

You fucking giggled.

You think that pathetic attempt at flirting is cute?

“Vanilla ice cream, please, and some cookie dough.”

“And for you?” the guy mutters at Sukuna.

Sukuna side-eyes the server and mumbles a quick “nothing.”

The audacity this kid has to speak to you like that and you like it?!

“Sukuna, are you okay? You don’t want anything?”

“I'm not big on sweet things,” he comments bluntly.

“Oh-kayy, it’ll be about five minutes.” He finally walks away.

That little shit. Who the fuck does he think he is. And why the fuck are you feeding into his bullshit?

“What a creep,” he hears you say.

“I swear, everytime i come here he does that shit, it’s boring.”

“Does he bother you?”

“Every damn time. I just pretend I’m into it now, he was way creepier before,” you pout as you look out the window.

Sukunas lips twitch into a smirk.

Angel, you're never seeing that piece of shit again after today. Don't worry your pretty little head.

He’ll protect you.

“Why don’t we take it to go? And I’ll take you and the kid home before dinner,” Sukuna proposes.

“Yeah, I’d like tha—“ you begin to say but that dumbass server cuts you off.

“Here are your orders. And this is for you,” he winks at you before walking away.

It’s his number.

“Well, I guess he’s feeling confident today, huh?” You awkwardly say.

“Come on, Yuji, let’s go,” you say as you grab his smaller hand in yours to leave. You make sure not to pick up the tissue with the server's number on it and make your way to Sukuna's car. But don’t worry, Sukuna definitely made sure to pick up the tissue and stuff it in the pocket of his joggers.

“How about you take Yuji back without me, and I get started on dinner? I'll text you my address,” you say, but you don’t give Sukuna the chance to answer back, you’re already walking away.

“Bye, Yuji!” You wave.

Sukuna hates to see you go but fuck, he loves to watch you leave. How long until he gets a hold of you, really? How long until he can see you every second of every day? Really, how long? What if he kept watch of you—no, that's too much… is it though? He’d be able to keep an eye on you from afar, for now at least. It's not too much if it's keeping you safe.

“C'mon, kid, let’s go.”

~~~

You've never cooked for a guy before. I mean, you've cooked for Satoru before, but he's not a guy, he's… Satoru. Satoru, who lives down the hall, Satoru. You know? You wonder if he and Sukuna will get along if you both continue seeing each other.

You've texted Sukuna your address, so he should arrive soon. Luckily, you're prepared to have guests today, your apartment is spotless, well besides your bedroom but he won’t see that. Fuck you’re nervous, over some guy? But he's not just some guy. You've known his brother, his twin brother, for over a year now. This is insane.

Finally, you hear a knock at your door. He’s here. Gosh, are your palms sweating right now?

Calm down, you’ve got this. The food looks good, and you look good. Everything's going to be just fine. Now just open the door.

Once you swing your door, you’re faced with the biggest assortment of flowers. Peonies, roses.

You're in awe.

“Sukuna… these flowers… they’re my favourtie.”

You tweeted that they were your favourite flowers in 2018… Yes, he scrolled that deep into your socials.

“Gosh, they're so beautiful, thank you. I don't know where to put them. Come in quick before the food gets cold.” You say as you hurry excitedly to your kitchen.

Your apartment's cute.

Cosy, for a girl like you.

Sukuna bets you’d feel cosier in his apartment. You’d have so much more space for your books, your pretty shoes, your dresses. You’d feel at home. Home is wherever he is. You need to live with him. You need his protection. But for now he can just watch you. How? He has 4 mini cameras stuffed in his pockets he's planning on hiding around your apartment. There’s already one outside your door so he can see who comes in and out of your place.

He just needs to figure out where he wants to put the rest of them.

“Here, sit. Do you want something to drink? I have wine, some tropical juice and water of course.”

“I’ll just have water, I've actually got to go into work later.”

“Work.” He’s actually going to beat the shit out of the server that’s been harassing.

That’s still work, right?

“So,” you begin as you take a seat opposite Sukuna.

“I still can’t believe you’re Jin’s twin. You just seem the complete opposite especially in looks. You’re fraternal, right?”

“Yeah, I’m 6 minutes older.” He tells you

You sigh longingly, “I’ve always wanted twins… girls of course.”

You were made for each other.

“Wow, so do I, what a coincidence,” he admits.

“We might as well get started then, huh?” You suggest as you sip your wine.

He chokes on his drink.

What’d you say?

But before Sukuna can reply back there’s a knock on your door.

“Hey, you in there?”

A guy? What man is looking for you at this hour.

You roll your eyes before pushing back your chair and making your way to open the door for said man.

“Yes, ‘Toru? I’m kind of busy right now.”

‘Toru?

“I’m sorry but I could really need some help… please?” This “‘Toru” says with a charming smile.

Annoying.

“‘Kuna, you don’t mind if I help my neighbour quickly?”

“Kuna…”

“No, not at all.” Now if he didn’t need to hide the 4 cameras in his pocket around your house, he would mind. But this “‘Toru” guy is honestly helping him out.

“Ten minutes,” you tell him as you shut your door.

Sukuna instantly rises from his seat and makes a Beeline for your bedroom.

It’s messy.

You didn’t make your bed. Do you leave your bed unmade everyday? There’s a bottle of water on your side table. You didn’t finish it.

Weren’t you thirsty last night?

Sukuna runs his large hands across your bed sheets. Running his fingers along each crease you’ve made.

What side do you sleep on? Away from the door, right?

Makes you feel safe.

“Who else has slept in here? That ‘Toru?” He spits as he kneels down to your bed level

He can smell you. So sweet. What perfume is that? He puts his face right into your sheets and breathes your scent in deeply.

“Fuck,” he mutters into your sheets.

He was practically drooling.

“God, I think I love you, Angel.”

He’s started to rub on his crotch, your smell is getting to him.

Rock hard.

He’s a creep but he doesn’t care. You’re like a drug.

An addiction.

His addiction.

He begins to pull out his leaky length from his boxers, rubbing his thumb across his swollen red tip.

So much pre-cum it’s dripping onto the side of your duvet.

He strokes himself back and forth steadily, still breathing into your unmade bed.

It’s your hand stroking him; pretend it’s you. You’re whispering his name softly…

Sensually

His pace quickens.

You might be back soon. He needs to hurry. You can’t see him in such a… pathetic state. You can’t see him in this state at all. Not yet at least.

The schlick sound of his length could be heard from the other room, he’s desperate at this point. Whining for you, pleading for you.

“L-love you. Ugh, I love you, Angel.” He cries out as if he's confessing to you.

“Need you. So b-bad.”

His core tightens, hands clutching onto your sheets.

Wishing the load he’s about to release was spilling into your womb instead.

Soon

His throat lets out a guttural moan, he’s cumming, but not into you.

Into his hand.

His fucking hand.

Pathetic.

After Sukuna recuperates himself, he places each camera in a spot he knows you won’t see, but he’ll definitely see you.

He also takes a few presents for himself from your washing basket.

He’ll definitely make good use out of them.

It’s been 10 minutes and you’re not back yet. What’re you doing with your neighbour?

Just as Sukuna is wondering where you are, you open your front door dishing out apologies for your absence.

He’s not mad… Only because he has a date to attend.

A date with the Parlour Boy.

𝜗𝜚 Chapter One… | Chapter Three…

a/n: ehhhh. ehhhhhhh he was creeping me out at the end icl but uh what do you think? i’ve never write this much before. i know for a fact im gonna come back and rewrite things in the future but here you go! goodnight ♡

[rasb7rry]

hey assholes it's your girl himi and im gonna prove to you that the new leaks are FAKE (credits to Sammy and fawx on twt for alot of evidence) some evidence (mostly in the end) is just my own speculation!

1) FIRST OF ALL THE CHANGE IN ARTSTYLE like sure horis artstyle has evolved and improved but the artstyle is easily distinguishable, the leaks just don't look right

2) the missing scars -- in the new leaks both izuku and shoto are missing their new scars

3) ochako holding things with her pinky is odd because everywhere else she doesn't use her pinky to make sure she doesn't make them float HORI CAN'T FORGET A DETAIL LIKE THAT

4) the official leaks are supposed to come out on the 4th of december

5) theres too many pages – every other time there were 3-4 pages max, why the hell would the leaks have these many times this time ONLY

6) the english translations took time, why did they come out this early this time..

7) we have no clue where leakers are finding these leaks

8) none of the leaks picture a book and theyre all digitized unlike every other time..

9) a japanese speaker went on the official website and the extra chapter is NOT official

10) in the previous leaks other credits are tagged

11) izuocha being canon would be forced and rushed – like it doesn’t add up to me, ochako putting away her feelings about izuku is the start of her character development.. It doesn’t make sense if she goes back to those feelings she put aside BEFORE THE WAR this late into adulthood

12) the fact that there’s barely any mention of the suit in general is throwing me off too – like in the last chapter there isnt enough info about it either so id expect the extra chapter to have atleast A LITTLE MORE INFO

13) himiko and katsuki just being izuochas wingmen makes zero sense to me like this feels like fanfiction its OUT OF CHARACTER FOR THEM ALL

14) hori HINTS romance rather than stating it – like bkdk his hinted in the japanese manga and togachako isnt as subtle but its HINTED so him randomly deciding to make izuocha obviously canon just feels wrong

15) NO MENTION OF HAWKS?? A MAIN PRO HERO?? OR ENDEVOUR?? ANOTHER IMPORTANT CHARACTER??

16) WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LEAGUE..? LIKE HIMIKO AND DABI ARE THE ONLY ONES MENTIONED. WHERE IS SHIGARAKI. THE MAIN VILLAIN. IZUKU COULDNT SAVE HIM PROPERLY SO THAT MUSTVE SCARRED HIM SOMEWHAT..?

17) okay so its said that izuku joins KATSUKI’S AGENCY first of all its wonder DUO, ITS SUPPOSED TO BE THEIR AGENCY – putting that aside no way in hell would katsuki open an agency that fast.. like since izukus still a teacher here, we know he went to get a teachers degree after highschool so its confirmed that hes in his early 20s, and katsukis the same age, its unlikely that he could open an agency that quickly

18) adding to my last point, in the last chapter, katsuki kept his hero ranks low on purpose until izukus suit is over so its way more likely that he probably working for an agency and also the fact that he probably started working after most of his classmates because of his heart issues SO NO WAY DID HE SET UP AN AGENCY ON HIS OWN WITHOUT IZUKU THAT FAST

19) THE PAGES AREN’T RELEASED DIGITALIZED UNTIL THE OFFICIAL RELEASE

20) text bubbles from the leaks look like theyre from some shoujo more than horikoshis

21) if a handhold is soooooooo romantic then what the hell was bkdks handholds…. handholds plural btw BKDKS HANDHOLDS ARE ALSO WAY MORE INTIMATE.. LIKE?

22) how are you still dreaming about toga after like a decade and then u decide u want some guy who u liked for like half a year and who you GOT OVER

23) ochakos character revolves around izuku in these leaks which makes NO SENSE BECAUSE CANONICALLY SHES MORE THAN THAT. THAT CRUSH IS OVER. ITS BEEN ESTABLISHED. HER DREAM WAS TO SAVE PEOPLE AND SEE THEM SMILE, NOT WIN OVER IZUKU,, HER CHARACTER IS SO MISUNDERSTOOD BY FANS SO ITS VERYYYYYYYY LIKELEY THAT A FAN LIKE THAT DREW THESE LEAKS

anyways in the actual last chapter bakudeku kiss and himiko comes back to life for ochako and everybody lives happily ever after ❤️

[thealchemistbae]

MY SOLAR RETURN CHART 2025 🎂

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Okay My birthday recently passed (MAY 4) and now my Solar Return chart has been ACTIVATED, sooo let me tell you what my Solar Return is giving this year,

🎈Sun in Taurus 5H 13° -> This year is all about me living deliciously. I'm prioritizing my joy, creativity, romance, and just fully stepping into my soft & luxurious main character energy. I'm shining when I'm having fun, being loved on, and doing what lights me up. Think luxury dates, creative projects taking off, and maybe even tapping into my inner child more. I'm magnetic af this year.

🎈Moon in Leo 8H 8° -> Emotionally, I'm craving depth and loyalty. I'm not doing surface level anything. If we're not emotionally intertwined or investing in something serious...money, love, soul ties then I'm not interested. I might be more private this year but trust, I'm powerfully transforming behind the scenes. Also...sex and intimacy? EXTRA spicy.

🎈Sagittarius Rising 14° -> My vibe this year is bold, magnetic, adventurous. People are seeing me as more independent, spontaneous, and confident in my vision. I'm attracting lucky opportunities that expand me...travel, media, education, freedom. I'm literally stepping into my next level baddie era. Could be traveling or moving since Sag Natally rules my 4th house.

🎈Mercury in Aries 4H 19° -> Mentally, I will be focusing on my home, roots, and healing family dynamics. I'm speaking up more with family or people close to home, maybe even moving (another indicator!) or switching up my living situation. I'm not biting my tongue anymore. I will be direct and bold when it comes to protecting my peace.

🎈Venus in Aries 4H 1° -> Venus here means I'm beautifying my space and craving softness and passion at home. I want love that feels like warmth, safety, and desire all in one. It could also bring love into the home, either someone new I'm cozying up with, or deepening something serious. I could even make money from home or work on something real estate related.

🎈Mars in Leo 8H 7° -> My drive and ambition is rooted in transformation this year. I'm fiercely going after what's mine...money, power, emotional rebirth. I could be working on some boss-level investments or collabs this year. But I'm also extra protective of my energy and only exchanging it with people who are worthy.

🎈Jupiter in Gemini 7H 22° -> This is such a blessing in my love life, business partnerships, and overall connections. Jupiter is at a master builder degree which means the relationships I'm forming or expanding this year are meant to last and build something solid. Whether it's love, legal contracts, or collabs, I'm attracting aligned people who help me grow mentally, financially, and socially. It's giving power couple energy or bossed up deals with long term potential. I'm also becoming more visible and magnetic in one-to-one dynamics. People wanna work with me, date me, know me.

🎈Saturn in Pisces 4H 28° -> I'm getting real about what "home" means to me. I'm creating emotional boundaries and stability in my private life. There may be hard lessons around family, but they're setting me up for long term peace. This is inner healing on a soul level.

🎈Uranus in Taurus 6H 26° -> Work and wellness are unpredictable this year, sudden changes in routine, job, or lifestyle. But it's all pushing me toward freedom. I might start freelancing more, shaking up my habits, or diving into something totally new that makes my day to day more aligned.

🎈Neptune in Aries 4H 1° -> I'm dreaming up a new version of home, spiritually and literally. It's giving "vision board come to life" energy. There may be some confusion at times with family or boundaries, but I'm learning to trust my intuition here.

🎈Pluto in Aquarius 2H 3° -> This year is about big money energy. I'm transforming how I earn, spend, and see my worth. I'm becoming powerful with my finances, cutting ties with limiting beliefs and building something futuristic and solid. I'm getting serious about building wealth.

🎈NN in Pisces 4H 26° -> My soul is being guided toward softness, surrender, and inner peace. This year is about finding safety in myself, healing ancestral patterns, and creating a home that feels like a sanctuary. I'm becoming emotionally richer.

🎈Chiron in Aries 4H 24° -> Wounds around family, safety, and feeling at home in myself are coming up to be healed. I'm learning that I am my home. The more I nurture myself, the more confident I become.

🎈POF in Virgo 9H 20° -> Blessings are coming from travel, spiritual studies, higher education, publishing, or expanding my mind. The more I explore and grow, the more abundance I attract. This is alignment through movement.

🎈Vertex in Leo 8H 6° -> Fated encounters this year could be super intense and transformative; think soulmate energy, sexual healing, or someone who completely changes how I see intimacy. Deep bonds are aligning with my destiny.

🎈Lilith in Scorpio 11H 4° -> I'm attracting intense, magnetic connections in my social circle. This year, I'm cutting fake friends and only vibing with people who see and respect the real, raw me. No more playing small to fit in.

🎈Fama in Taurus 5H 4° -> I'm getting noticed for being authentic, creative, and living my truth. People are drawn to my confidence and how I express myself. This year could bring fame or recognition through doing what I love.

🎈Starr in Taurus 6H 24° -> My daily work and routines are tied to my personal brand. When I show up consistently, in my beauty and power, it puts me in the spotlight. This is a "get seen for being me" year.

🎈Talent in Pisces 3H retrograde 5° -> My natural gifts come out through writing, speaking, creating content, or using my voice in healing ways. I may revisit old skills or ideas that are meant to be brought into the light now.

🎈Fan in Gemini 7H 22° -> I'm building a fanbase or audience through my relationships. People admire how I communicate, connect, and keep things interesting. Collabs, partnerships, and love could be very public this year.

🎈Groom in Cancer 8H 18° -> This year, I'm attracting emotionally deep, possibly private or transformative masculine energy. If a man shows up, he's either super emotionally attuned or tied to something karmic...sex, soul bonds or secrets.

🎈Juno in Scorpio 12H retrograde 26° -> I'm rethinking commitment and loyalty in secret or spiritual ways. This might be a year of hidden love stories, soul ties, or healing past relationship wounds behind the scenes.

🎈Briede in Capricorn 2H 28° -> I'm thinking seriously about long term value in relationships especially financial and emotional security. If marriage crossed my mind, it's got to be stable, real, and legacy building.

🎈Boda in Aquarius 2H 7° -> I'm marrying my weirdness to my worth literally, I might attract unconventional or progressive connections that help me elevate my money game or self-worth. I want freedom and value.

🎂1H ruler - Jupiter in Gemini 22° 7H: All eyes on relationships. I'm learning alot through connections; maybe even partnerships that challenge or expand me. I'm attracting people who mirror my mental energy and growth.

🎂2H ruler - Saturn in Pisces 28° 4H: My money is connected to home, family, and emotional roots. I'm being called to mature with my finances. Real estate, home moves, or family responsibilities could impact income.

🎂3H ruler - Uranus in Taurus 26° 6H: Surprise convos, unexpected work or routines, and maybe even digital opportunities pop up. Think sudden shifts in how I talk, move or run my daily life.

🎂4H ruler - Neptune in Aries 1° 4H & Jupiter in Gemini 22° 7H: My home life is spiritual, dreamy, or even confusing. I might be craving peace at home, but I need to make sure I'm not avoiding reality. I could be living with a partner.

🎂5H ruler - Mars in Leo 7° 8H: My dating life is likely to be spicy and intense; either passionate or very transformational. I might attract lovers who stir up deep emotional or even financial energy.

🎂6H ruler - Venus in Aries 1° 4H: I'm beautifying the home, working from home, or doing something I love that ties into my roots. Work-life balance matters this year and I need it to feel like me.

🎂7H ruler - Mercury in Aries 19° 4H: Partnerships are tied to the home or family. I might move in with someone or connect deeply with someone from my past.

🎂8H ruler - Moon in Leo 8° 8H: Emotions run deep. I feel things intensely. I might go through a transformation this year involving sex, money or soul ties.

🎂9H ruler - Sun in Taurus 13° 5H: I shine in creative spaces, romance, and self-expression. I'm expanding through love and fun; but I also want loyalty and security in it.

🎂10H ruler - Virgo MC 24° ruled by Mercury in Aries 19° 4H: My career is bold, independent, maybe even home-based. I'm leading with confidence and truth; even if it shakes things up.

🎂11H ruler - Venus in Aries 1° 4H: Friendships and goals are tied to comfort, softness, or my family. I might collaborate with women or creatives in cozy spaces or at home.

🎂12H ruler - Pluto in Aquarius 3° 2H: My secret power is in reinvention and money magic. I'm lowkey transforming my values and how I build long term wealth.

Let me know if you have ever had any of these placements in your solar return and share your experience or if we have similar solar returns this year

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[dicediceking]

DICE!!! GIVE ME MORE PAINTBRUSH MOM!! (Makeupbrush)/ PAST AU LORE

AND MY LIFE!! IS YOURS!!

/hj /nf i love ur art sm dhaixjakwk

Oh Makeupbrush, you awful woman that I love (and hate)

Here are some drawings of her, both human and object. And one of the siblings. I love my past au and nothing will stop me from making content of it!

Anyway, lore undercut. It gets angsty

I'm gonna summarize (yes this is the story summarize lol)

Makeupbrush (Persephone in human) met Paint Can (Pierre) at work. He was her boss. She loved him for the security and money he provided. But he started to realize he didn't feel the same and wanted to leave her. She couldn't have that and essentially baby trapped him (she got pregnant on purpose so he couldn't leave)

They got married and had Paintbrush (who in human was named after their mother, but goes by Percy). MB quit her job to raise her child. 6 years later had Paint Palette (named after his father)

Now, Paint Bucket had terrible anger issues that he would often take out on his wife and kids (verbally). But when Paintbrush was 14, he abandoned them. Then PB ran away at 17 and never looked back

Fun fact: in this au bfdi and ii are in the same universe. PB gets their fire ability from their mother, it skipped a generation, but she got it from her family. Somewhere down the line she and PB are related to Match from bfdi (or it was Firey but I don't remember lol)

Makeupbrush tried to understand Paintbrush but she couldn't. She grew up in a toxic religious family, and their beliefs had been drilled into her since day 1. And she did the same to her kids. She was a "It's just a phase" kinda mom.

Paintbrush didn't try to come out to their family until they were older, so their father has no idea and never will. They don't know what his reaction would've been.

Paint Palette was supportive though

Okay anyway,

Painty's backstory is inspired by a few different backstories. First off, they take a little inspiration from Bea from NITW, not too much tho. There's Grace from Infinity Train. And finally the song Our Word from 36 Questions

[lolitastories]

Sisters

Rafe Cameron

“Rafe?” I knock on the bathroom door quietly. “Can you hurry up?” I could still hear the shower running and no answer from his side. I groan, throwing myself back on the bed. I close my eyes just taking in the peacefulness of his room late at night.

“Rafe can I-” I sat up hearing the door be pushed wide open. “Hey” The young girl says, holding onto the door knob while looking at me weirdly. She had to be around 14 years old. Curly dark hair and glasses.

“Hey,” I stood up, walking over to extend my hand to her. “You must be Wheezie?” I was unsure but when she took my hand and shook it, I couldn’t help but smile.

“And you are?” I look down, retreating my steps. “Wait!” She says, “You are the girl he has been hiding! I knew it” For the first time in the past 2 minutes she has finally smiled towards me. “I hated being one of the last two people in this family to have not met you yet” She shuts the door and walks over to lean against Rafe’s dresser. “Why haven’t we been introduced?” Her smile fell and her arms crossed. I looked down with a small smile, the truth was we were still taking the relationship slow. Rafe and I made it official in private quickly after knowing each other, and when he mentioned meeting his parents I thought it was too quick. So I made a deal with him because I knew his dad was important, I told him I would meet him with the condition to keep us private from the rest of the world for a little bit longer. But now his sister, that was his choice.

“Well everything was so quick with your brother and I,  my best guess is he wanted to make sure about us.”  I look up only to find an unsure look on her face. “I know Rafe cares about you guys-”

“Wheezie!” We both look over seeing an older yet teen girl walk into the room. Her eyes land on me first and then quickly move towards her sister. “¡Hey! Why didn’t I get an invite?” She smiles walking straight in and shutting the door. “Am Sarah” She smiles proudly. “And you must be the reason Rafe spends his days smiling.” She looks over to Wheezie who nods in agreement.

“I knew it had to be a girl in his life because he has never attended church without being forced” That's weird. I look at my hands hearing them speak.

“Hell, he even gives at church and has taken a liking to his responsibilities” The girls laugh. My eyes look up trying to shake off my uneasiness. “So,” Sarah says as she walks over to sit beside me on the bed. “Why haven’t we met you yet?” I looked at them both and finally sighed.

“You can’t tell Rafe,” I whisper. I took a quick glance at the bathroom door and could still hear the shower running.  The Wheezie moves closer and huddles together with Sarah. “He says it's because of the condition I put in place before we met your dad.” Both sisters looked confused. “We allowed Ward to know about us because he looks up to him,” They both nod understandingly. “He said the rest of his family could wait a bit longer because you guys might tell somebody and that isn’t want I wanted yet,”

“Two things,” Wheezie stands up defensively, “We don’t gossip much, right?” She turns to Sarah who looks over with a little smile.

“No but we do let things slip out.” Wheezie backs down a bit with a nod. “But we wouldn’t do it on purpose!” She turns around to look at me.

“Yeah, but why wouldn't you want people to find out?” There comes the difficult part to say. I don’t even know if it was the right decision since it was his sister I was saying this to. I took a deep breath in and decided to do so, they know him best and maybe they would help me decide.

“I heard about Rafe’s reputation,” Their eyes fell in sympathy waiting for me to continue. “Rafe has been great so I don’t want to judge him due to his past actions but I can’t help but overthink.” And it was the truth. My friends had opinions on Rafe and they weren’t good.

“I can’t speak for the future because that is something that could change in a second but,” Sarah grabs my hands in hers, “We can tell you that Rafe hasn’t been the same,” Wheezie nods again.

“I can’t remember the last time he took me out and actually spent time with me,” She looked down at her hands, “It was nice to see him smile and actually be present”

“Yes, and I heard from my dad that he actually started taking initiative in his company.” I smiled. I only knew this Rafe, which made me have even more doubts somehow.

“I can’t help but think that if he is this good now, that when it all comes out in the air that something is bound to ruin it and he would return to his old self.”

“Is he worth the fight?” My eyes shoot up straight away. “Because I can be 100% sure he wouldn’t let that happen,” I smile, saying nothing more. “As long as you both are happy, and have an understanding you both will be okay.”

“Thank you Sarah,” I looked over to Wheezie who was smiling towards us. “Thank you Wheezie” She smiles bigger coming over to wrap her arms around my shoulder.

“Now that we met you, can we all start hanging out together?” Her sheepish tone made us laugh.

“Yes, we need to get to know you and what better way than spending time together!” Sarah agrees. “We can go out to the movies this weekend-”

“The new animation movie is coming out!” Wheezie moves around the room trying to find something. “I was planning to go alone-there you are!” She turns around handing me a piece of paper and a pen. “I can text you the details.” I took the hint and started writing down my number. “Oh I also wanted to check out the new museum but Sarah doesn’t want to go so-” At that moment our eyes move to the bathroom door opening.

“All yours-” A towel wrapped around his torso while drying off his wet hair with another. I was in my own little world enjoying the sight he was giving. Of course that was until his words brought me back to the real world. “What are you two doing here?”

“It was an accident-I wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner” Wheezie speaks as Sarah stands beside her. “And she was just here” They both look at me and widen their eyes. I stood up and slowly walked towards Rafe and his eyes moved towards me.

“Am okay with it if you are” I say quietly. His eyes widen a bit and flicker towards his sister. He knew I wasn’t speaking about dinner but about letting them in, and it included the rest of the world.

“We will meet you outside in 20 minutes.” I hear their small squeals from behind, “But if you guys are late I am leaving” He stood firm. I turn around seeing them nod and rush out of his room. I bit my lip holding in a smile, before I could turn around I felt his arms wrap around my waist. I tense as I feel small droplets fall down my shoulder from his wet hair, but I don’t mind. “Do you think-” His hands travel along my waistline and up my arms to end up on my shoulders. He turned me around and pushed me closer to him again. “-we should stay in?” I look around acting like I was thinking about it. He swings us slightly until he starts moving us towards his bed.

“Rafe” I look him in the eyes. My hands grip his forearm and move up his biceps. Cold and a bit wet. My hands around his shoulder towards his collar bones, tracing the lines of muscle. “We can’t do that” My hands continued to move lower, until it was plaster on his chest and I took the chance and pushed him away. “Now go get changed because I am hungry” I hear a small groan as he turns around and heads to his dresser.

“So,” I was already staring at his back as he spoke. Watching his muscles moves as he looks for a shirt. “They seemed to like you” He flickers a smile at me before shutting his dresser and moving towards his closet.

“Well good,” I say as I quietly walk towards him. His back turned towards me as he looked instantly for some pants. “Can’t have my future sister in laws hate me.” As I say that my arms wrap around his waist and I press my body against his. I don’t hear or feel a laugh but I do hear and feel him let out a deep breath. My fingers make small figures on his skin. “Don’t you think?” I tease moving my hand lower and grazing his now present bulge. His head falls back as the pressure of my hand increases. “Would be rude of me not to give them attention,” I whisper as my other hand crawls to unfold his towel.

“Fuck” He groans. His chest rose heavily. His eyes closed with force feeling the cold air hit his skin. My fingers move closer and closer and teases his length barely hoovering.

“They told me how good you’ve been,” I wrap one hand around and start teasing his tip with my thumb. “So good” I lay a kiss on his shoulders.

“Very good” He struggles to say. “So fucking good” He groans pushing his hip forward trying to get me to move.

“hmph” My lips move over his neck and start kissing, licking, sucking. “Such a good boy” I bit my lip when he didn’t move an inch to wrap his hand around mine and start moving.

“Fucking hell!” He groaned. He moves his hand away and I continue to stroke him in the pace he started. His precum smeared down his length helping me move faster. I looked down, enjoying the sight I would never grow tired of seeing. The texture and length of his veins decorate it.

“Baby?” The noises he was making were making me whimper and the center of my core tighten.

“Rafe!” My hands pull away and I back up.

“What the fuck?!” He scream-whispers and he opens his eyes to look at me. As I was going to start arguing the door opened.

“Hello?” I hear the voice soften.

“Get dressed” I say walking out the closet.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that with a boner?” He say

frustrated, which I only blew him a kiss as I walked out towards his bedroom door.

“Hey” I smiled seeing Wheezie standing there. “What happened?” I awkwardly stand there with my hand in my pocket.

“I wanted to ask something that has been stuck in my head” Her words surely made me nervous so I only nodded for her to keep going. “There’s this function at my school and Sarah can’t go because she has school and the rest of my family is at work and I don’t want to ask Rose-”

“Wheezie,” I cut her rambling off. “Just tell me the time and place” Her smile grows big.

“Next Friday at 2. Everybody usually takes their sisters to help prepare so since you are-”

“Wheezie” Our heads turn to Rafe walking out fully dressed and ready. “Can you leave us for a minute?” She nods but before she could walk away I passed by her.

“Can it wait?” I looked back at his eyes which were not happy right now but I knew it wasn’t something serious. “Any restaurants will close in less than 2 hours so we need to hurry” I sent him an innocent smile rushing down the stairs with Wheezie right behind me.

“I chose the one by the shore!” Wheezie screams running past me.Sarah was already leaning against Rafes truck. I look back as I reach the passenger door and see Rafe stalking towards us in a Michael Myers way. He would look good in a mask. As he is close he unlocks the doors and the girls get in but when I try to open the door it is pushed shut.

  “What the hell Rafe?” I turn to him and he corners me against his truck. His blue eyes looked me up and down with a slight smirk playing on his lips.

“You are lucky they can see us, but when I get you alone,” His face falls in the crook of my neck and he leaves a single kiss on my skin. “You are going to regret leaving me high and dry” He moves his head back to plant a kiss on my forehead. “Now move” He says jokingly with a harsh tone and he continues to pull the door open. I send him a smile before getting in.

“I like to see him happy but we don’t need an example of why” Sarah and I laugh hearing Wheezie ‘s uncomfortable tone. Rafe gets in the car and what she said next made the rest of us uncomfortable as we tried to explain it to her. “What are those purple markings there?” My eyes drop trying to hold back a laugh. Rafe groans, putting the care into drive.

“Nothing you need to know about,” I smile looking over and see him focused.

[harpskae]

THE successful shifting mindset

These days I have developed a very passive mindset towards shifting. I don’t even know how to describe it, but I guess I have just accepted the certainty that as long as I have the purpose of shifting to my DR in mind, whether or not I actively “try”, I will inevitably wake up in my DR.

I can’t know right now if it will be tonight, in three days, the night before my histology exam, or maybe next month. There is simply no way in the world for me to know before hand when that will happen. But it will happen. Because all the pieces are where they should be, and really, for once in my life, for once ever since I was 14, I have no doubts about it. What I am writing right now are my genuine feelings on this process, I no longer feel like im trying to convince myself about this. Speaking of which. My outlook on this being a process has also changed. Let me tell you about it. When I first got into shifting, and for years really, I believed this was a journey. I unconsciously thought that I needed to fail before I succeeded. I associated those stupid symptoms during my attemps to being “close” to shifting to my DR. It was as if I expected to experience failure, because that’s what’s natural, right? In the same way I cannot play a guitar solo right now because I have never played the guitar before, I thought I should be “bad” at shifting before I was able to “be good” at it. Somehow. bc that’s not a great way of putting it but hopefully you get the message. But truth is, shifting is not a journey. It’s a phenomenon, an act. A deliberate act just as brief as snapping your fingers and as imperceptible as the beating of your own heart. Let me further develop this idea, bear with me jeje.

You see, the first time an ever shifted happened on a random night when I didn’t know reality shifting was a thing. I went to bed as I always did, and I woke up in an alternate version of my room. I didn’t know what shifting was, I didn’t know that it was possible and therefore I didn’t believe in it. Because you cant believe in something you don’t know exists. I didn’t have any intention of shifting, again because I didn’t know anything about it. I literally did nothing and didn’t believe. And I still shifted.

Lately ive been thinking about that and my other past shifting experiences and I have come to a few conclusions. Firstly, I literally don’t need anything to shift. Nothing. Not belief. Not intent. Shifting, as I have been reading in scientific investigations, is the result of a physiological change, or trigger in our brain. As shifters, we are learning how to trigger that so that we can use our brain and the ability to shift our consciousness to a reality to our favor and will. The fact that im using “big words” isn’t in any way with the intention of complicating the concept, it is just to express my own idea of it, but I will return to more basic statements. So. Since I don’t need absolutely anything to shift to my DR, that can only mean one thing. I already have what I need to shift. Because I don’t lack what I don’t need. In what this matter regards ig. That’s why, there is no process, there is no journey. Yes, for years I have been learning about all of this, trying to do it on command, and shaping my mindset to what it is today, but really, I could have shifted on the first try, because not even a good mindset is needed. It is helpful to shift on command, but if it were a requirement to shift, so many people wouldn’t have shifted on accident, unknowing of what shifting is, or even, as anti-shifters (who were then, by their own experience proven wrong). I don’t even know if I am making sense but I am making sense in my mind. Anyways, so since we don’t really need anything to shift, why not just shift, why not just choose to shift. Though I am not implying by any means that us shifters that have been in this for years have not been choosing to shift all this time. That would be cruel. We have been putting effort and intent, but now I am referring to the change in mindset that views shifting as an instantaneous shift in our perception not as as process that will lead us to achieve "what we need" to shift, because thats what it is. That’s why im doing these days, I know I don’t lack by any means anything that could make me shift. There is nothing different between me, you and those who call themselves master shifters because they shift to their DRs whenever they want. And I am the version of myself that shifts whenever I want. I could shift tomorrow to my DR and nothing would have changed really. That future version of me is the exact me as I am right now as I am ranting on my notes app instead of studying fucking histology.

Also, about the moment itself of shifting, to put is simply, both of the times I have fully shifted were on accident, I just fell asleep. I didn’t feel anything weird, I didn’t even know I was in a different reality until I proved it to myself. That’s why I no longer seek for any symptoms while shifting. After all, we describe these symptoms —dizziness, tingles, buzzing sounds?, spinning— as physical sensations, and although I myself have experienced those on multiple occasions, even while shifting back to my CR (though that’s a whole other story), they mean nothing, because we are perceiving them, or at least describing them through our senses. And I know some of these symptoms are not perceived exactly by our physical body, but still, choosing to focus on them is just a way of anchoring ourselves to the fact that we are not yet in our dr. that we are halfway there. And do we want to be halfway there? No. We want to be there. That’s why it’s no use focusing on symptoms. Plus, I know that senses shift last. 

I might post this on my blog, I decided to do so halfway through this, but it is still my diary so this are all my genuine thoughts which I am only writing digitally instead of in my journal bc I write quite slowly and I don’t have enough time to write down all of my thoughts. If it weren’t for that I wouldn’t post this. I didn’t proofread and English is not my first language, having said that thank you to whoever read through all this.

[spliqi]

spliqiii hi!! i remember seeing you talk about a theory regarding higuchi's ability and i was thinking about that now. with innocent purposes. so i wanted to ask if you can redirect me to the posts you made about it? (and/or elaborate when you answer this ask!) no pressure of course <3

aaaa hello!!! here are the main posts i made about it. but i can absolutely just explain everything again because i love to yap and i have even more thoughts on this now than i did back then

it's difficult to say for certain what her ability could be since we know literally nothing except that she has/will have one (thanks to asagiri's vagueposting on twitter). in my opinion it would be pretty strange for her to be the one exception to the 'all authors have cool abilities based on their works' rule when she's such a recognized figure in japanese modern lit. so. here's where i fell down a rabbit hole of trying to figure it out with nothing but crumbs and a dream.

for starters there's a lot of unanswered questions around higuchi. the problems she faces with belonging in the mafia seem normal on the surface but when you look into how highly she's ranked it gets ?????. she leads the command unit with akutagawa, a unit that sits directly below the executives and above the black lizard + the majority of the organization. if she doesn’t bring much to the table as mori and tachihara imply in chapter 14, how did she get so high up? she’s also one of the few characters that report directly to mori himself:

not to mention how she must have joined the mafia fairly recently and reached this position super fast, as her and dazai didn’t recognize each other in chapters 3-4:

she’s presented as a totally ordinary character with "relatable problems", and yet her rank doesn’t match this at all. i could see it if she were on the lower rungs of the mafia, maybe the level of a grunt like oda was, but since she isn’t, all i can think is she must have something that the mafia wants, something valuable enough to make mori look past her poor suitability and give her such a high position working as a bodyguard (bodyguard??????) for one of the strongest characters in the series. and of course the most logical conclusion to draw is that it’s related to her mysterious ability.

i’m assuming it’s not an ultra-powerful fighting skill (as cool as that would be), since that would kind of defeat the purpose of her struggle in chapter 14, and it would be odd in that case for her subordinates to look down on her so much:

plus asagiri denies it outright in this 2019 interview:

after digging around, examining each of her scenes down to the atom and bouncing ideas off of mutuals, i think it would make the most sense for her to have a life support or healing-type ability, especially one that comes with some kind of cost to her own wellbeing. it fits the caring and self-sacrificial nature of her character, and her acting as a "nurse" figure would explain both her connection to mori, a doctor, and also her being assigned to work with the terminally ill akutagawa, despite the seemingly massive gap in their capabilities as mafiosi. if her ability is directly linked to treating his illness it could also give us an explanation as to why it’s been a secret for such a long time, as asgr would have to reach the point in the story where akutagawa's illness is revealed first, and timeline-wise the cruise ship scene where that happened was like. a few days ago lol

we only see her around injured people that she could potentially heal a couple of times, but both of these scenes are interesting. the first is with akutagawa after the cargo ship battle in the first arc:

she reaches out to touch his hand with a little glowy effect, but hesitates when she remembers he doesn’t want her to help him. possibly a touch-activated ability? possibly because she’s conflicted about putting herself at risk when she knows he won’t even appreciate it? this takes place immediately after mori berates her about her worth to the mafia/in comparison to akutagawa, so if she does have a healing ability i imagine it's one she has to use sparingly, to the point that her usefulness is being called into question.

at the end of the chapter he apologizes to her and takes her hand, she starts crying and holds his hand back, and a few chapters later he reappears unscathed and stabbing nathaniel. despite having *checks notes* a broken jaw, a fractured spine and skull, first degree burns from head to toe and being in a coma 😭. which could just be animanga logic. but maybe… just maybe…

the second scene is with mori in cannibalism arc, and this one always gets me bc the direct parallel of higuchi at mori’s side and yosano at fukuzawa’s is wild !?!?!

higuchi and yosano are also both conveniently written out of the plot during the annihilation sequence in 55 minutes, when everybody gets hurt:

so. yeag. it makes sense to me. the healerguchi theory is probably the strongest i've seen for her ability by far lsjdjskjrkrj

i also think this theory links well into the irl author’s work - many of ichiyo's protagonists were "overlooked women" like maids, prostitutes, waitresses etc. if her job does involve her being a nurse to akutagawa you can see the clear nod to ichiyo's stories about vulnerable girls in roles of servitude. plus the concept of her ability physically draining her... dying as a result of caring for someone... (<- guy who's trying so hard not to mention flowers at dusk. and failing):

if higuchi has the ability to transfer her lifespan/life force/whatever based on one of her own characters who died slowly due to her unrequited love for a man with the same name as akutagawa… i fear asagiri’s pen game may have been fire all long

[gimmick-blog-bracket]

What were all the "replacements" you had? Since there were only 2

I'm glad you asked! It was very important to me that these blogs are owned entirely by me (currently, or when they were active in the case of a couple) so they wouldn't be put on the hot seat.

Here are the ones that I ended up using:

@how-many-evil-flags (brought back from the dead!)

@reallycool12345 (my digital garbage dump)

And here were the ones I was considering:

@pelvis-official (brought to life by me just now)

@veryspecificsitter (made it to do a single bit a couple months ago...)

spirits-of-posts (Would have been reanimated for this purpose. It was to collect various traits of the style and content of various posts to define several spirits, and determine which was most likely possessing the OP of a particular post when they wrote it)

reading-comp-posting (the less is said of that blog, the better. Plus it would overperform compared to these other options)

@waspsinyourclan (a strange Warriors semi self insert thing I made and posted to from February 14, 2024 to February 14, 2025. It isn't very good but is actually the reason why submissions for this blog closed on the 15th and it has an unreasonable stranglehold on my emotional state.)

@shrodingerswasp (I wrote a truly sublime story I still need to finish and/or rewrite in which reality shifting is an important part, so I decided to attempt it myself. This blog was created to record my experiences shifting learning CSS. Maybe I should give it another shot some time soon.)

And here are some half baked ideas for more blogs to spawn if needed:

Some sort of "gloop detector" blog that would detect instances of a certain character from a story of mine that is incomplete and not currently posted anywhere.

Some sort of "tumblr detector" that would always be triggered because that is the site we are on

A sort of "translating posts to English" gimmick that would translate posts from English into English.

A "horny converter" blog that would copy a post but make random key words pink.

A "horny converter" blog that would copy a post but convert a specific noun (for example "mouse") to a noungirl (for example "mousegirl")

One of those counter blogs except it would come up with a completely random string of characters (postsofbabel style) for each post and then inevitably not count even a single one of it in the post

Converting posts to rot13

Translating posts into emojis

A panopticon blog that reblogs completely random posts at a regular interval

Random (non gimmick blog) things to add if I somehow got through all those ideas:

Each individual Unicode character

The post itself

Various pictures of bugs I have taken on my phone

Various abstract concepts (showers, education, video games, etc.)

Programs offered by the University of Phoenix

[katerinaaqu]

Finished Chapter 14 of The Song of Achilles and like you I already found one change that gets on my nerves. Why is Odysseus now the Prince of Ithaca? When he was already King by the events of the original poem? What was Madeline Miller’s purpose in demoting him from King to Prince?

This better have a payoff or else… without Odysseus being King I feel his 20 year absence from Ithaca has less serious consequences. I think without him being King of Ithaca, his wife’s suitors wouldn’t be so eager to replace him.

Well I will start with what me and other classics readers say, that Miller is extremely biased with certain characters and that shows in her writing (true she writes in a very beautiful way and has great expression but still...) so certain characters are depicted positively and others negatively (no surprise or news there) and she writes in a feministic way so certain characters in the background are bound to be disregarded or worse changed. However most people have come to know that her writing of characters is really inaccurate or that it comes straight from her imagination (see for example how in order to get her romcom aura we must see a "homophobic character" aka Thetis who acts almost as a villain, we see the stereotype of star-crossed lovers like Achilles and Patroclus (which is a trope she uses by combining elements from the original but ignoring the character development of others in order to fortify her message) etc.

That being said, Miller's style seems to me like she uses SOME elements of the original, blasts them out of proportions, altering it to be more simplified to fit a romcom setting and re-writes the rest to fit the characters. I am not 100% famliar with her books given how I haven't read them in the full but I have seen stuff around and read some passages so take this hypothesis with a grain of salt but this seems to be the case to me. So in this case it is clear that Miller doesn't see Odysseus in a very positive light (given what she goes with to her other novels as well) so yeah her trying to lesser his importance or the status in the story seems more than just a possibility to me.

So here goes my reply, sorry if this is long:

In this case she seems to take advantage of the fact that in translations there is no distinct difference in the text between the word "prince" or "king" in the homeric text (both are being stated by the term άναξ (anax->wanax, from mycenean greek as well) and is being used to speak on the ruler that has under his command the ships and the army. That is to be said some of the commanders of the greek army had living parents back home and Odysseus was included among them. It seems like Laertes was in a way retired since indeed Odysseus seemed to be a king in his own right, in fact Penelope even insinuates he had been so for a long time, given how she tells Antinous the story of his father who arrived to the palace begging Odysseus for his own life, possibly implying that Odysseus was a ruler of his own right more than 20 years prior, possibly before Antinous's birth or during Antinous's childhood or infantry. On the other hand some people seem to separate his father from Odysseus by naming Laertes "King of Cephallenians" and Odysseus "King of Ithaca" aka that technically Laertes is the king of the entirety of the kingdom (Ithaca, Cephallonia, Acarnania etc) and Odysseus's juristiction is Ithaca. Personally I do not fully support that last one given how Odysseus is the only one who seems to be in charge even if Laertes is still alive. It seems that the tradition in Ithaca was a bit more family-like in terms of ruling and the king retired from his duty because of age, letting the younger and more capable son to rule (potentially Laertes is an exception and gave the authority to Odysseus because he thought he was more capable ruler than himself. Odysseus possibly proved his worth during the internal conflicts with the Taphian pirates or in conflict in Messinia [when he received his bow in his youth as a gift])

It also seems to be backed up by how by n large they got married within the kingdom (Eurylochus is from the same kingdom, from the small island of Same and marries Odysseus's sister Ctimene, the suitors of Penelope all come from within the kingdom from different principates and regions). Laertes and Odysseus seem to be exceptions to the rule since Laertes marries Anticlea, daughter to the great thief Autolycus who lived in Parnassus and Odysseus who married Penelope from Sparta) So it seems that the kingdom is more like a "family business" than actually some kingdom with expansive or military construction (unlike Mycenae or Sparta) so it doesn't seem impossible that there is either a tradition for the old ruler to quit and pass the throne to the next generation rather than wait for his death to pass authority or that if one did it wouldn't seem impossible. It also seems that other kingdoms are not necessarily the same as modern kingdoms either. Icarius is still alive when the events of the Odyssey take place. We don't know if Tyndareus also is alive or not, from what I remember, in Homer's writing so it is not clear what kind of rules exist to that realm. Could it be also that the ruler is not only of age (able to grow a beard aka around the final 20s or early 30s) but also marriage that gets them ready to rule? Like Menelaus is a ruler of Sparta by marriage, Odysseus rules as a sovereign ruler because of his marriage? It could be although again the suitors of Helen were often called "kings" in literature, it doesn't seem to be the case given how most of her suitors are either young (Ajax, Menelaus, Antilochus was also mentioned or even Diomedes in some sources even if the two of them would be literal children at that time) or sons of existent rulers let's say Odysseus. So it is possible that marriage AND coming of age play their part in succession. It gets a bit confusing as well since Odysseus leaves order to Penelope that she has to wait till her son is of age (when his beard grows) to pass him the throne, if he hasn't returned till then. Does Odysseus imply that his son would rule if he was of age, regardless of his death or is he implying that they first have to confirm he is dead before Telemachus takes over? It is indeed an enigma but then again the case of Odysseus is complicated; he goes to a war that he doesn't know if he is gonna return from and according to some readings and traditions, he was repared to be off for a long time as well from an omen he heard so his case with Telemachus seems to be an exception rather than the rule given the extreme conditions they deal with.

Either way yeah it doesn't seem that Odysseus is not a ruler in his own right in any shape or form in the Iliad or the Odyssey despite the fact that Laertes was still alive throughout the entire process. Either because it was a consistent tradition or because Laertes made an exception, it seems that Laertes was not an active ruler by the time Odysseus left for Troy and as I said it seems that Penelope implies Odysseus was already a ruler capable of giving pardon to someone (Antinous's father) or command armies (Taphian pirate incident, Messina, Troy) so yeah it doesn't seem that Odysseus is considred "a Prince" like for instance his brother-in-law Eurylochus or the Suitors and their families but he seems to be a king in his own right; he is the one who has the duty to send away the suitors; he is the one to command the army and he is the one to call the counter-attack in the Odyssey against the retalliation of the families after the murder of the suitors and not Laertes.

So to close this already long answer yes among the many changes Miller imposes in her book to fit her narrative, it seems that she takes advantage of modern day perspectives of rule and succession (aka the sovereign ruler's death before the other takes over) plus the fact that there is no distinct word between king and prince in the ancient texts to call Odysseus "a Prince" possibly to decrease his status (similar to how ancient writers mentioned Odysseus not being legitimate son of Laertes but a bastard son by Sisyphus) so yeah it does seem like it as you said given how Miller doesn't seem to be fond of Odysseus as a character. But that would be my hypothesis. Either that or Miller simply doesn't want to consider a different rule of succession than the modern one she and her readers are familiar with aka a king becomes king only after his father's death. Which is ironic though given how many people mention Odysseus "a king" even if they know or possibly because they forget Laertes is still alive.

Hope this helps

[samdeancass]

Hunted

Pairing: Jack x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Jack, Y/N, Sam, Dean, Cas

Description: (set in Season 14) Jack is being hunted down by the angels and has to stay in lockdown at the bunker. Not being happy with this, Jack sneaks out whilst the others are on a hunt and is grabbed by the angels.

Jack has had a target on his back from the minute he was born. If it wasn't his father trying to get to him, it was the other angels hunting him down. He felt hopeless and trapped. He thought he could live his life the way you, Castiel and the Winchesters taught him. Instead, he had to stay holed up in the bunker for his safety and he was getting bored and frustrated.

"You guys do realize I can take care of myself, right? I'm the most powerful being on the planet." You paused packing your duffel to turn to him, an eyebrow raised and a smirk forming on your lips. "Someone's feeling cocky today, I see." You sighed and walked towards him, sitting beside him on the bed. "You know why you can't go out there, Jack. We know how powerful you are, but the angels are powerful too, and there's more of them. We just don't want you getting hurt. We want you to stay here where it's safe. I want you to stay here." Jack lifted your head to meet his, curling his fingers under your chin. "I love how much you all care about me, especially you my love." You smiled at his pet nickname and pecked his lips before continuing packing.

"Right, we'll be back in a day, two max, are you sure you'll be alright here by yourself?" Cas glanced over at Jack with a worried expression. He wanted to take him with you all on the hunt to keep an eye on him. However, you all agreed that the bunker was the safest place for him. Jack smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, Cas. I'll be alright. Besides, I can always call you if I need you." You placed a comforting hand on Cas's shoulder before walking towards Jack, placing your hands softly on his shoulders. Jack smiled down at you, adoration and love in his eyes. "Please be careful, my love." "Don't worry, I have the boys to keep me safe. Are you sure that you don't want Cas to stay behind with you? I hate the thought of you being here alone." Jack kissed the top of your head and nodded. "I'll be fine, don't worry." You hesitantly nodded and grabbed your duffel before heading towards the garage, taking one last look at Jack before leaving. Jack waited until he heard the Impala rumble in the distance before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.

As Jack stepped out into the world, he couldn't shake the warnings from his mind. The angels were relentless and wouldn't hesitate to track him down if they sensed his presence. Moreover, demons had always shown an interest in his power, eager to manipulate him for their sinister purposes. Despite his confidence, Jack knew he had to be vigilant and cautious if he hoped to avoid these lurking threats. Since his father was locked away, the greater threat was the angels. Nevertheless, he couldn't let the threat of them stop him from living his life. He wanted to explore the outside world at his own pace, something that he hadn't been able to do yet with the ongoing adventures that you all had been on. Jack decided to keep his movements subtle, using shadows and sticking to less travelled paths to minimize his presence. He also relied on his innate ability to mask his energy, a skill he'd practised to perfection. This made it more difficult for angels to pinpoint his location. However, his efforts weren't nearly enough as Jack found himself down an alleyway surrounded by a group of angels.

As he stood there, Jack's heart raced, but he forced himself to remain calm. He recalled everything he'd learned from his friends about handling dangerous encounters. His mind raced with potential strategies, weighing the risks of confrontation against escape. Despite fear gripping him, Jack felt a spark of resolve; he was determined to protect himself, no matter what. He took a defensive stance, pulling out the angel blade from his sleeve. He lunged towards the angels facing him but they were too quick and jumped back. The angels at the back of Jack quickly grabbed him, causing his blade to clatter to the floor. He narrowed his eyes as the angel leader stepped out of the shadows, chuckling darkly. "Hello, Jack. I'm so glad we finally met. I've been looking forward to this since you were born." He stepped closer to Jack, but Jack didn't flinch. Instead, he looked the angel straight in the eye to show him that he wasn't scared. "Well, I have to say that this meeting isn't really up to my expectations. Is this what you do with everyone you come into contact with? Ambush them in a dark alley? Doesn't really give off the best first impression." The angel cackled. "No. But I do it to the ones I want something from." Jack felt anxiety, but he didn't let it show. "What do you want from me?" The angel leaned in closer with a sinister smirk. "I want your grace, Jack. I want to make the most powerful angels, and what better than with the grace of a Nephilim?" And with a click of his fingers, the other angels knocked Jack out and bustled him into the back of a van.

You had a strange feeling since leaving the bunker that something had happened. You trusted Jack with everything, but you knew his curiosity would get the better of him. Pulling your phone out, you pulled up his contact and dialled the number. Castiel could sense the change in your mood when Jack didn't pick up the phone. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sure he's alright, Y/N. He's probably busy playing a video game or something." You nodded and took a deep breath to calm your nerves but the nagging feeling wasn't going away. "Dean, we need to turn back. There's something wrong, I can feel it." He looked at you through the driver's mirror and nodded, seeing your frantic expression. "Alright, princess. But if there's nothing wrong, you owe me." You laughed lightly in response, anxiously looking out of the window and trying not to let your thoughts wander.

When you arrived at the bunker, you immediately headed towards his room but there was no sign of him. "Jack, are you here? Please answer me." You waited a few seconds for a response but none came. You ran into the war room with tears streaming down your face. "He's not here. Something has happened. We need to find him." Sam gathers you in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't worry, we'll find him." Sam takes you into the kitchen whilst Dean and Cas work on locating Jack. Cas collected some of his belongings and began searching for a location.

Jack awoke in a darkened room. He could feel someone's presence in the room. He slowly opened his eyes and saw an angel standing on the other side. The angel walked closer and Jack tried to escape. He struggled against the bonds that held his arms and feet in place on the chair. The angel loomed over Jack, settling an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. Fear and confusion gripped him as he tried to comprehend why he was being held captive. His heart raced, and his mind was a whirlwind of questions without answers. Despite the uncertainty, a spark of defiance flickered within him, determined not to give in to despair. "Get away from me. Right. Now." He powered up and his eyes began to glow. However, a sharp stabbing pushed its way through Jack's veins, causing him to cry out in pain. The angel cackled darkly. "These bonds were made specially for you and your power. The more power you try and use, the more it will hurt you." He leaned in closer to Jack's face. "Now, how about I tell you why you're here?" Jack groaned from the throbbing. "That would be a start." The angel stepped back and folded his hands across his chest. "I should have known you had a smart mouth, considering you live with the Winchesters and their pets. The girl is rather delicious, don't you think?" "Don't talk about her like that." "I knew that would hit a nerve." The angel circled Jack. "I've brought you here to give us your grace to make new angels. Now, I can take it willingly, or forcefully, your choice." Jack glared at the angel. "I'm not giving it to you." The angel sighed. "Then I'll have to take it from you." He clicked his fingers and a tray of instruments appeared in front of you, including a needle and a tube to drain him of his blood. "If you hurt me, Y/N's going to wish you'd never been created!" The angel laughed in his face, holding his arm down as he thrust the needle into his skin.

"I've found him. He's near, in an abandoned building just out of town." You breathed a sigh of relief but a new wave of anxiety passed through you. "What if we're too late? I never got to say I love him, he doesn't know!" This time, Dean comforted you. "When we find him, you can tell him that. He's a strong boy. There's no way he'll go without a fight. He lives with us." He winked at you, causing a small giggle to escape from you. Once you had the coordinates, you all gathered in the Impala and sped off towards the building.

Jack screamed as the angel cut into his skin. "The more you bleed, the more grace we'll have. I told you I'd take it from you." He placed small tubes under the cuts so that the blood could collect. Jack's face was filled with pain as the angel continued to work. He watched as the angel collected the blood in a vial. Once the vial was full, the angel left, leaving Jack alone in the room. Tears fell down his cheeks. He wished he had heeded your, Cas and the boys' warnings. He longed to hear your voice and feel your touch. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a loud crash down the corridor woke him up. "Where is he?!" His heart skipped a beat when he realised who the voice belonged to. "Y/N, I'm in here!" A few seconds later, the door broke down and you appeared in the doorway, anguish and relief evident on her features. You ran towards Jack, kneeling in front of him and cupping his face in your hands. Stray tears fell on his cheeks and you rubbed them away with your thumb. "Everything's alright now, we're here, I'm here." A commotion stirred up outside of the room and you stood up, taking a protective stance. You were relieved, however, when Sam and Dean appeared in the doorway, followed closely by Cas. Cas took away the bonds from Jack's hands and feet whilst the brothers helped him up from the chair. You gathered him in your arms and kissed his cheek. "Please promise me that you'll listen to us when we tell you not to do something." Jack chuckled lightly and nodded. "Trust me, it'll be a while before I go out again." With that promise, you trusted Jack with everything and you all returned to the Impala, happy and safe.

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@bxoken-heartss @desimarie12 @deasceck

[adivinationwitch]

Long rambly Patti LuPone related post, but there is a point at the end, I swear.

You know seeing how many people have discovered Patti, literally learned she even existed in some cases, because of AAA, and it makes me think of how I first came across her and learned of her existence.

I'm in the UK, and I didn't grow up in London, so it's not like she was a physical presence within the culture of my city so it took me getting into musicals, having a Cole Porter phase as a teenager (I know. What other 14 year old is playing Anything Goes on the piano and singing Well, Did You Evah? in the shower?), and a Sondheim freaking spiral when I was twenty that led me to Patti and not just that voice but that personality.

Like, for someone who has grown up being told she's too loud (not by family, who are all as loud as I am. Where else would I get it?), who won loudest child when she was 7 at a competition in Blackpool, and was told by her choir teacher when she was 9 'You're the only one we can hear, Lana' (like that's my problem that the rest of the kids are too quiet?) or being told by teachers 'that'll do, Lana' when I was sharing my opinion (it didn't stop me) and then having 'friends' refuse to speak to me in high school for two whole weeks because they didn't like me standing up to an older girl who was my relentless bully (since I was FOUR. This bitch was seriously obsessed. I hope wherever she is now that her life sucks, I really do) because it 'drew attention' on them apparently, finding someone who was loud and opinionated and embraced that was freaking amazing for me, and pretty inspiring and encouraging, especially when you've begun to feel that maybe you should tone yourself down (I mean that's not to say I haven't had some positive reinforcements about my loudness and character; one of my tutors in drama school, when talking about projection, casually added 'this isn't something you'll have to worry about, Lana'. Erm, thank you? And when I moved to NYC, my room mates loved my pushy opinionated style and used it to get themselves constant cheap tickets for Broadway shows. So I had a purpose, haha)

And in a world where you grow up being told by media that dark hair is something we should dye blonde if we want to be seen as attractive, or that brown eyes are masculine and beautiful blue eyes are feminine, and you even have freaking agents suggesting blue-tint lenses for auditions, the fact she was a brown eyed brunette, and not just that but a short brown eyed brunette (Any other fellow 5'2 people out there?), well my brain just went 'Inspirational' and full on heart eyes.

And the bonus is you can never feel in competition with Patti as an actor or singer, because she's in a league all of her own. And now, in recent years, when I listen to her albums, I have the same nostalgia she had for the songs she chose. Because, having a mother and aunts who are also children of the 50s and who are obviously Patti's age, with a family that were theatrical if not actually in theatre themselves (my Mum used to do impressions for her sisters and parents when she was five of the 1940s movie singers, and also pretend to be people like Burt Lancaster in made up interviews), I grew up with these sorts of songs being sung to me. So when I listen to Patti singing 'Happy Talk' I'm 6 years old again with my mum and South Pacific on the TV as we did the hand movements, or 'Heat Wave' takes me back to summers at my grandmother's where she would sing that song (as well as 'The Heat is On') whenever the weather was hot. Patti has unexpectedly taken on a whole other level of connection for me no.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE POINT OF THIS LONG ASS POST.

I have seen some people (occasionally on Tumblr but mostly in other places, particularly theatre group places) who've known and been fans of Patti for years being a bit gatekeepery about Marvel fans liking her. Judging them for not knowing every bit of her work, or if they don't personally like musicals so are only looking at her straight plays and screen work. And I just want to say that attitude is a fucking crock of shit.

I LOVE that people have discovered her through Marvel, that more people, and some really young, like in their teens, might have the same experience I, and others, have had, of feeling a little more comfortable in your own skin and personality because of seeing the way Patti is and her personality and life.

And you know what? You don't have to watch and listen to everything she's ever done if you don't want to. Gatekeeping is such a comic book boy thing to do, but it's worse because it's happening in theatre which is meant to be all about acceptance.

So yeah, there is no right or wrong way to enjoy Patti's work or to be a fan of hers or to appreciate her. Hell, you can just enjoy her in AAA and nothing else; who gives a damn? (Also, as I've said before, when I discovered Patti there was no TikTok and no real fan-edit social media thing at all, so getting all these edits and lost clips posted by new fans is great for me, and is a whole new experience and I love it)

And that actually goes for anything.

[marengogo]

Are You Sure?! - #1: A Vampire’s Utopia

Who by Jimin focused playlist 

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Hello my JM & JK Loving Gurls, Bois and Enbys! 

How have we all been since Thursday? 😌 Who’s watched both episodes at least 3 times? 🤡 Who’s gonna keep watching the episodes until Thursday? 💜 Who’s been left marvelling, yet again, about how intricately beautiful human beings are 🙋🏾‍♀️…

Oh! Only me?! 👀.

... Well what can I say? If it weren’t for my undying love for movies I would have definitely chosen a job related to psychology. Now whether I would have turned out to be a help or a menace to society, is anyone’s guess, after all, there is no sense, or point, in speculating things that have no way of presently happening due to decisions made in the past. However, do y'all know what we can speculate on? The present based on actions that actually happened in the past.

I’ve admittedly rewatched both episodes of AYS for the fourth time yesterday for research purposes obviously, and what brings me here is that now very infamous moment there are presently ao3 books being written on this particular moment ? The one when my cutie-patootie twin-flame very concisely summarises his and JM’s “solo/chapter 2 relationship”, up to that point (which to be precise, is the period of time between 14 July 2022: Hobi’s Listening Party and 13 July 2023: AYS in USA… exactly 1 year: DAMN!) as per below:

First time I saw this part, the first thing I did was snort and then I immediately thought: DRAMA QUEEN and trust me, I would know. Oh, and let it be clear, I can only attempt to speculate on my twin-flame, especially in cases like this when I strongly feel that my boi has been … misunderstood. If it weren’t clear enough from the title, this is indeed a JK post you know JM-blood thirsting vampire etc etc etc.

Let's start with the fact that I beleive that JM was simply trying to start a simple bit of banter when he said:

And I would sincerely like to apologise to JM cause, indeed, this simple type of banter would have warranted a just as simple type of reply. Something like what JK eventually ended up saying after he allowed his thoughts to come forth and take the stage, but we will address this in a second:

But no.

You see, homeboi over here seems to be the type to hold on to things and will not let go until he’s cleared things, or situations, in the way he has known and/or perceived them to have happened, which tend to happen a lot when you are a very emotional person, who isn’t necessarily as eloquent. The most important thing to understand here, however, is the fact that whatever topic such people decide to discuss is all according to their most sensible account of facts and perceptions. They don't mean to offend or distort truths, they just ... emote for lack of better words. For example, it is a fact that, during that period, JK & JM were both busy, it is apparently also a fact that JK didn’t call, but according to JM it is not a fact that he himself didn’t call. 

Does that make JK a liar? In my opinion, not only can't I know what actually happened, but in fact, that is absolutely not the point of the case at hand. The way I see it, this is simply how JK has perceived this particular absence in his life, during that particular period. In fact, let’s dive even deeper.

Because of those two sentences, you’d I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT MANY DO ... think that JM and JK actually never met each other during that particular period of time 14 July 2022 - 13 July 2023. Now, I am sure we all remember him sorta/kinda pining on weverse during the period from 3 February 2023 and 14 March 2023, right?:

But let’s quickly look at a timeline of the 14 July 2022: Hobi’s Listening Party and 13 July 2023: AYS in USA period. Below are dates when they definitely met, with other members, that we are aware of. I’ve also inserted his most relevant weverse pinings, and the period of time they were busy at the same time, just for me to have a time reference:

・14 JULY 2022: J-HOPE’S LISTENING PARTY - OT6 (Yoongi was sick)

・1 SEPTEMBER 2022: JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY - JM waint with Hobi to celebrate his birthday

・15 OCTOBER 2022 - BUSAN CONCERT - OT7

・12 DECEMBER 2022 - JIN’S ENLISTMENT SEND-OFF - OT7 

・most likely FEBRUARY-MARCH 2023 - LIKE CRAZY DANCE PRACTICE - JK went to see JM practice

 3 Feb 2023 - 14 Mar 2023 ——— LIGHT WEVERSE PINING - The above collage period

・25 MARCH 2023 - MEMBERS MEET WITH JIN DURING HIS HOLIDAY - OT7

27 March 2023 ——— HEAVY WEVERSE PINING - JK posting “I miss you”, then watching Suchita and reacting to JM content.

・18 APRIL 2023 - HOBI’S ENLISTMENT SEND-OFF - OT7

April - May ——— both JK & JM are travelling around the world for work and/or pleasure.

・25 JUNE 2023 - D-DAY in SEOUL ‘DAY 2’ - VMINKOOK at Yoongi’s concert 

・13 JULY 2023 - AYS in NYC - JK & JM (and staff) have dinner at ANTOYA 

… If you asked me, it would appear that JK’s issue is actually the fact that they didn’t get a chance to go out alone, just the two of them. Yeah … My twin-flame seems to always have had strong, almost impulsive, reactions when it comes to anything concerning JM, it is actually probably the most vocal he becomes for a non-talkative guy that is.

Can you recall any other member, other than JM, he was ever upset about because he didn’t get to hear their music? Can you think about any other member other than JM, who JK would most likely be spending time rehearsing, eating, doing nothing during band activities? Can you think of any other member other than JM, for whom he’s made a bit more of an effort during birthdays and special dates? Once again ... If you ask me ... JK truly values his time alone with JM, which is why I think his perception felt so fatalistic/dramatic we all know that for example, JM did go to the Golden Listening Party in October ... 

And don’t get me wrong, I definitely don’t believe it to be a one-way affair. Are You Sure?! exist exactly because JM would seem to also appreciate his alone time with JK, be it in front of a camera, in a hotel room, or whreever. After all, they were supposed to only go for one trip, but not only did they magically whip out time to go on two more Jeju and Sapporo, but they are now talking about doing this until they are 50. LOL I’ll be in my 60s but I’ll tune in! . And then, to top it all off … They ended up enlisting together. The way JM wanted to “make a video of their adventures and freedom” before enlistment, you’d think they’d be apart for the following 18 months because of said enlistment 😒.  

It’s actually quite funny if you think about it. Between the two of them JM is most definitely the shiest, but JM is most definitely the better one at expressing himself. Y’all can obviously disagree with me, but from where I stand, my twin-flame is actually smart as hell one day people will finally acknowledge that, but he is not the best with words. I’m sure in JK’s Utopia, the world is a place where people sing to each other in order to communicate, instead of spoken words. Alas, this is not JM-blood thirsting Vampire Utopia, and in the world where we presently live, JK seems to be the type who’s first reaction to stressful situations is finding the funny side of things and when that fails then he needs to do something about it; anything.

Now, as always, everyone is entitled to their opinions, in fact, many have made it very clear that to them JK was feeling “off” in these episodes, but to me, not only he was being his typical weird self, but I also I discovered a few new aspects, for example, when he truly cares about something, his devotion has really no limits. But let me use some images, and some words, to better explain how I perceived JK in these two episodes. Remember how JK once substituted the word Love with Jimin, in a Boy with Luv lyric Jimin nothing stronger? Well I’d like to do the same thing and sub the word Love with JK in the following very famous biblical paragraph and associate specific moments in both episodes to each line:

JK is patient, 

If this is not the testament sequence of a man who’s been waiting to spend time with you, no matter what, then I don’t know what else is.

JK is kind.

He does not envy, he does not boast, he is not proud.  

He does not dishonor others, he is not self-seeking, 

LOL … one day JK will be able to pull a prank on JM; I believe in you.

He is not easily angered, he keeps no record of wrongs.

I shouldn’t have to say this, but ... there are no “wrongs” done between JM & JK, what they do with each other is joke, have accidents and play around - but gotta say this just in case!

Last but not least, though JK was coughing like there was no tomorrow, wouldn’t you think that JM being vehemently sick, would be grounds for the whole show to be cancelled? In fact, we didn’t even know there was going to be a show, so nobody would have missed anything and at some point they could have used the footage in a bangtan-bomb, or during Festa, or something. … The fact that they were willing to keep going and even show us themselves in such a vulnerable state, the fact that because of it JM was so worried and doubting almost everything, and the fact that JK ultimately wasn’t worried and regretted nothing, kinda reinforced for me just how much they truly wanted to be together on that trip at that time it was basically overdue. 

In conclusion, though my Twin-flame’s strongest suit isn’t communication, and his recollection of events may or may not be as accurate due to emotional perception, his heart is ALWAYS in the right place, sturdy, confident and ready to let JK be the best he can be, at all times. I mean, you don’t have to take my word for anything I've just said but below is JK a mere 10 days after they separated from NYC/Connecticut ... look at him ... giddy AF and hella playful if you ask me and once again … weverse pining.

I guess one alone trip wasn’t enough after all 😉.

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💜,

Marengo.

[violetjedisylveon]

I propose the name Rotten Fruit for your latest au

About the AU itself:

Oh boy I’m really worried about what LBD has planned up her sleeve to dispose of Wukong 😰

How will Wukong react when he finds out that MK is his son (because he obviously is 😏)

Also please, please, please tell me that the Mayor is Bai He’s father, my heart breaks at the idea of LBD forcing Macaque to marry her Thrall (even as a temporary contract marriage for the soul purpose of creating an hair) 😭

First/previous post, next

@ainnur suggested the same au name!

And considering MK is 14 by the time Macaque and Wukong finally meet again, and they haven't seen each other since the meeting in prison 22 years ago, no, he's not Wukong's kid.

If he was, he would not be alive, LBD would not allow that pregnancy to carry to terms if it was from Wukong.

MK's o'pa, Xiuying, is just another monkey demon that Macaque got involved with for a while, it was a friends with benefits situation that LBD tolerated as long as the benefits part stayed quiet.

But then Macaque got pregnant. Sea horse dad Macaque FTW!

LBD was not happy, as you'd expect, a pregnancy isn't something that can so easily be hidden, and Xiuying wasn't her preferred choice for a potential partner/sire of her heir, but they weren't nearly as bad as Wukong would have been, and the baby would get her son to stop mopping about him, so she allowed the pregnancy to carry to term.

Macaque was still basically under house arrest until the babies was delivered.

Surprise it's twins.

Since Macaque and Xiuying weren't ever really together in a romantic sense, and Xiuying has a spine and will not cower to LBD's wants, LBD didn't want them around to potentially influence the children plus it would be a bad look to have Macaque keep his kids parent around without making anything official, so she wanted them gone.

Xiuying said fuck you I'm not leaving my kids you asshole.

Macaque was trying to keep the peace between them. This irritated Xiuying because they know what Macaque's childhood was like and they do not want the same for their cubs. Meanwhile Macaque is just worried about LBD doing the same shit to his bestie that she did to his boyfriend.

Ultimately, Macaque came to an agreement with LBD, she would get to pick one of the cubs to raise, let Xiuying take the other and then leave Xiuying and that cub alone.

By the time this came around the twins were about a year old and no longer completely reliant on Macaque, LBD gleefully agreed, because she could finally get rid of Xiuying, who had grown on her nerves over the past year.

Xiuying was pissed at this decision, but did end up leaving with the other cub and getting as far away from Macaque and LBD as they could.

They are living their best life with their own mate, their daughter, and their other cubs. That family is thriving away from this drama.

And you got it exactly right about Bai He!

LBD was disappointed with the way the cub she selected ended up turning out, and she needed to ensure that Macaque stayed under her control, so she turned to her most loyal servant.

Macaque was forced into the ensuing engagement and marriage, he was not happy about it, the Mayor was not shy about his disdain for his bastard child, but he couldn't really fight it since LBD controls basically every aspect of his life.

Macaque got forced into that pretty bad situation, but he got a wonderful little fluff ball out of it!

Macaque and Mayor were only arranged for the purpose of creating Bai He, but they are still married for legal and control purposes, they don't live together.

Macaque doesn't like to think about his "husband" very much and tries to pretend it never happened, kinda hard when LBD demands they appear together and act like a couple for public appearances.

LBD is a lot more controlling of Bai He and her activities than she is of MK, again, she doesn't give a shit about the child she deems a failure. Macaque doesn't like how controlling she is of his child and tries to get Bai He away from her as much as he can, which is what leads to her going to the market with her big brother and meeting that cool demon monkey with the fruit stand.

There aren't many demon monkeys in Megapolis anymore, and most of them avoid LBD like the plague, so the kids don't get to see many monkey demons too often, most of them know who they are and stay away. Wukong doesn't.

As for LBD's plans to get rid of Wukong, well, I'll save that for another time.

Thanks for asking!

[brbsoulnomming]

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 24

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Rating: mature

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The next morning, he and Robin drape themselves over a pair of pool chairs to get their lounge on while Steve works on getting the pool in good enough shape for their upcoming party.

It means watching Steve in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of cut off shorts, so Eddie's very on board.

Robin scoffs next to him. "I am so glad you got your shit together so I don't have to tiptoe around you drooling right now."

"I'm not drooling!" Eddie insists, though he does wipe his hand over his mouth just to check.

No drool.

"Metaphorically," Robin clarifies, grinning at him. "By all means, oogle away. Just know Steve's probably showing off a little on purpose."

Eddie squints at him, and sure enough - there's probably no need for Steve to be lifting things that often.

"I hate that it's working," Eddie grumbles.

"Of course it's working." Robin rolls her eyes.

Right, of course it is. Eddie's always known that Steve was very attractive - it used to irritate the hell out of him, that he was susceptible to the same allure as the rest of the masses of Hawkins High. The fact that he thought Steve was a douche used to counter it, but, well.

Now he's pretty much in love with the guy.

Eddie leans forward a little, fiddling with some blades of grass by his chair. "Steve's, uh. It's true, right, that he's had a lot of sex with a lot of girls?"

Robin nods. "It's true. He was in a slump when I first met him, but before - well, before you, he was complaining about all his meaningless relationships that were just about sex when he wanted a real connection."

That's… Eddie doesn't know exactly what that is, actually, or how he feels about it. He thinks it should be weird, talking about this when they're both dating Steve, but - it doesn't feel weird, not really. "That doesn't bother you?"

"Does it bother me that he's been with more girls than I can count before I even got my first kiss? Not really. I mean, sure, I guess a little, in an ugh why is it so easy for him and so hard for me, but, you know. We both had our different ways of finding our other soulmate. Apparently neither of them were successful, since the Upside Down brought you to Steve, and I'm still striking out." She pauses, then adds, "Plus he's like really good at eating girls out, so I'm not going to complain about getting to benefit from him demonstrating his technique."

He takes it back, it's weird and uncomfortable and that was way too much information about their sex life.

Whatever face he's making gets her to laugh at him, eyes crinkling.

"Don't worry, it probably translates over decently well. Besides, I've seen him practically deep throat a banana so you're probably good. Oh, has he gotten to do that thing with his tongue yet?"

Eddie squeaks. He's pretty sure his face is bright red, considering how much it's burning, and Robin's laughter turns into a cackle.

Steve overhears the laughter and turns towards them, hip cocked as he squints at them.

"What's so funny?" he calls.

"Just asking Eddie if he's gotten to experience your tongue skills yet!" she calls back.

"Robin!" Steve yelps, dropping the pool net to come over to them.

"What?" she asks. "Weren't you the one who was whining at me about how you wanted to choke on his dick and then eat him out until he cried?"

The blood that had been flooding his cheeks immediately rushes south, and Eddie has to lean over to adjust his pants and try to make that less obvious.

Yes, please, sign him up for all of that.

"In confidence! I told you that in confidence!" Steve sputters.

Eddie leans back, tipping his head up at Steve with a slow smirk. "I'm feeling a little hurt, here, Harrington, how come I haven't gotten a fruit demonstration?"

Steve gapes at him for a moment, just long enough for Eddie to start to regain his footing.

Then Steve's eyes narrow.

"If I was demonstrating for you, Munson, it wouldn't be on fruit," he replies.

Steve turns his back on them and returns to the pool, leaving Eddie to make a protesting noise - that is not a whine, no matter how much he can read that in Robin's eyes while she laughs at him.

"Do I need to shove you in the pool to cool you off?" she teases.

"Shut up," he mutters, adjusting himself again.

Then he tips his head back and closes his eyes, because if he looks at Steve again in the next fifteen minutes or so, he might need to take Robin up on that.

—

They eat lunch all jammed together on the couch, plates balanced on their laps. Steve's eating with his left hand, because his right hand is holding Eddie's left. Their fingers are laced together, and Steve refuses to let go, and Eddie's pretty sure his cheeks are flushed red, but he's really not going to complain about it.

There's a little bit of sauce on the corner of Steve's lip, and ridiculously, it makes Eddie want to lean in to lick it off.

Fuck, he really wants to kiss him. Is he allowed to kiss him, is that weird? Steve and Robin haven't kissed in front of him, but Eddie kind of figures that's because they knew he had hang ups about the sharing thing.

Ugh, if he wants kissing Steve when they're like this to be on the table, it's probably going to be on him to talk about it.

Eddie clears his throat. "Hey, uh," he starts, but has no idea where to go after that.

Robin makes a little encouraging noise.

"I appreciate you guys holding back on the PDA around me while I figured all this out, but you don't have to anymore," he says.

Steve's eyebrows raise. He looks down, where Robin's toes are shoved under his thigh and he'd been in the middle of eating the olives off of her plate. "I hate to break it to you, Eds, but we haven't been holding back all that much."

"Well, yeah, not for that, but-" Eddie pauses, switching to come at this from another angle. "Not a lot of people know about me. And I'm guessing - not a lot know about Steve?"

Steve nods when Eddie looks at him for confirmation. "Just Robin and you, and Max and Lucas."

Eddie smiles a little. "Same, but Uncle Wayne knows about me."

"Just you and Steve, Max and Lucas for me," Robin adds, which -

Eddie hadn't known that, actually, but it makes him smile brightly at her. It makes it even better, knowing that Robin's in the same boat as him and Steve - that she gets it. "You're the only one who knows about me and Steve, and me and Steve. I don't know how you feel about telling the others who know?"

Steve considers that. "I feel okay," he says finally. "But if we tell Lucas and Max, we have to tell the rest of the party. It's not fair to have them keep that secret."

Eddie doesn't disagree, but - "Table that for now, then. So yeah, just you. And I'd really, really like to just kiss Steve without thinking about it when it's just the three of us, so it'd be really shitty of me if I told you not to."

There's a moment of silence as Robin and Steve look at each other with near identical expressions of confusion.

"Eddie," Robin says after a moment. "I like girls."

Eddie frowns. He thought they just covered that. "Yeah?"

"Only girls," she clarifies.

What.

"But Steve-" he starts.

"Is not a girl," Robin finishes.

"Definitely not a girl," Steve adds.

"Wait, so you - so you're not -" Eddie stammers.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Oh my God, Eddie, have you thought we were dating this whole time?" Robin shrieks.

"Yes! Of course I did! Look at you!" Eddie gestures at them.

"You said you told him!" Steve hisses at Robin.

"I did!" Robin protests.

"I think I would have remembered that!" Eddie counters.

"We were sitting in the kitchen! I told you that Steve has two soulmates, a platonic," she gestures at herself, the motion just as exaggerated as the word. "And a romantic!" She gestures at Eddie this time.

Eddie closes his eyes, fights the urge to just keep repeating Jesus Christ, and opens them again. "Buckley. I wasn't looking at you while we were talking."

"You weren't - well that's just rude, Munson! What were you so busy staring at that you couldn't pay attention to me in the very important discussion we were having?" Robin demands.

Eddie's eyes cut to Steve.

Her gaze must follow his, because she groans. "Of course you were looking at Steve. See, look at that, another person ignoring me because they're obsessed with you."

Eddie squawks. "I wasn't obsessed with-"

His jaw snaps shut as he realizes that might not be a lie.

Shit.

Steve grins at him, looking just a little bit too smug. "It's okay," he says. "I'm kind of obsessed with you, too."

Robin groans, face planting onto Steve's shoulder. "How did we miss this?"

"I thought we were being so mature," Steve agrees. "So open and communicative."

"In my defense, you two did shower together," Eddie points out.

"Not like that!" Robin says.

"How do you shower together but not like that?" Eddie demands.

Steve shrugs. "The same way you wash someone's hair but not like that?"

Eddie makes a face at him. "Yeah, that doesn't count, I wanted to jump you the whole time."

Steve opens his mouth, then closes it again. "Yeah, okay, me too," he admits. "You kept making these little sounds, I just-"

Eddie waggles his eyebrows. "Keep going, Stevie, you just what?"

"Get sidetracked later," Robin cuts in. "The point is - technically, Steve showered while I was brushing my teeth, and I showered while he was doing his hair care routine. We're soulmates, it's not like it matters what we see."

"But - there was giggling, and smacking, and - other noises," Eddie protests, but it's a weak one now.

Steve shrugs. "My back was all fucked up, man, you know that. Rob was helping me with the bandages."

"And Steve was doing his stupid shower characters," Robin adds, rolling her eyes. "He makes himself a dumb beard out of shaving cream or a stupid hairstyle out of shampoo and does terrible voices, and it's awful and I don't hate it at all."

Eddie - Eddie can imagine that perfectly, actually, and fuck, something so stupid shouldn't make him want so badly, but there it is.

"Stop," he whines. "I'm already in love with you, stop making it worse."

Both Steve and Robin freeze, but it still takes him a moment to realize what he just said.

Oh shit.

Eddie swallows, building up his courage for a moment before he sneaks a look at Steve.

Steve's looking back, just a little bit awestruck. "You love me?"

Eddie can't pull his hand free to fidget with his wrist brace, so he plays with Steve's fingers instead. "Well, yeah. I kind of thought that was obvious."

Then again, apparently some things all three of them thought were obvious were very much not obvious, and he grimaces.

"Yeah," he says. "I really do."

Robin kicks Steve in the thigh, leaning over and snatching their plates out of their laps. "Upstairs, now," she informs them. "I know that look, Steve, and if you're going to make out with him you're not doing it sitting next to me on the couch."

"Upstairs?" Steve asks, and who the hell is Eddie to say no to that?

"Just remember you're supposed to pick Dustin up for patrol in half an hour!" Robin yells up after them. "And I will not be stalling if he walkies asking what's taking you so long!"

"Guess we shouldn't waste any time." Eddie turns to Steve with a smirk, one eyebrow raised, only to find himself pinned to the wall in the upstairs hallway.

Steve crowds in against him, kissing him in short little bursts, like he keeps trying to pull back to say something but can't make himself stop for long.

Eddie doesn't make it easy for him to pull away, chasing him every time he does to kiss him again. He drags his teeth along Steve's bottom lip the next time he pulls back, but this time, Steve actually does stop long enough to speak.

"I love you, too," he pants out against Eddie's lips, the words muffled by how close they are together.

And Eddie - yeah, part of him had known. Like he told Uncle Wayne, it was obvious that Steve cared about him, and it was just as obvious that Steve was really into him.

But mostly knowing about it and hearing it confirmed are two different things, and Eddie surges forward to kiss him again.

Steve presses him back against the wall, one thigh wedged between Eddie's legs - still in those cut off shorts, and if Eddie could bring himself to break the kiss long enough to look down, he's pretty sure he'd get more than a flash of hairy skin. Eddie groans, rolling his hips up so he can at least grind against his thigh.

"Yeah?" Steve asks, before his tongue slides into his mouth at the same time his thigh presses up and up, giving Eddie more friction to rut against.

Which he immediately takes advantage of, grabbing Steve's ass with both hands and holding on as they rock together.

"Wanna make you feel good," Steve says, dropping little biting kisses along the line of Eddie's jaw. "Want you to tell me everything you like."

Eddie huffs out a shaky little laugh. "I, uh. I've never done this before, Stevie."

Steve tips his head back to look at him, brows furrowed for a moment before he seems to get that Eddie means, like, ever.

Despite the fact that he's mostly sure Steve isn't going to make fun of him, his stomach still drops when Steve groans and drops his head down into Eddie's shoulder.

"Steve?" Eddie asks.

"We gotta stop," Steve replies, muffled. "We've only got like twenty minutes left now, and that's really not enough for everything I want to do with you."

Eddie's dick throbs where it's still pressed against Steve's thigh. "It's enough for something, though, come on."

Steve pulls back to look at him. "Eds, your first time is not going to be a quickie in our hallway with Robin downstairs and Dustin waiting on me."

Eddie considers that, then rolls his hips up again, grinning smugly when it makes Steve inhale sharply. "Yeah, I'm pretty okay with that for my first mutual orgasm experience."

Steve makes a face at him, the impact of which is a little ruined by his slightly glazed eyes. "I'm not."

Eddie grunts. "I'm not a girl," he manages to growl out.

Steve looks down between them, where Eddie's still very hard and very pressed into him. "I noticed."

"Then don't treat me like some delicate little virgin," Eddie snaps.

Steve huffs. "It's not like that, it's - fine, why did you tell me, then?"

"What?" Eddie asks, thrown.

"If it's not a big deal, why did you say anything?"

"I… I don't know," Eddie admits. "I just - thought you should be aware, I guess, in case you were expecting something else."

Someone who knew what they were doing.

"Eds," Steve breathes out, tipping his head in to kiss him again. "I'm not expecting anything but you, I promise. Just you, that's all I want."

"That's all?" Eddie asks, and he means it to be teasing, but it comes out a little shaky.

"I want - look, I know it's crap about virginity being special and your first time being perfect and all that, but… it's also not crap."

Eddie raises an eyebrow.

"It's - it should be good, Eddie. You deserve to have something go right. I want to take my time with you, not be thinking about how we have to rush."

Well when Steve puts it like that.

"You're such a romantic," Eddie teases.

Steve's ears go a little pink, but he shrugs. "Yeah, I guess I kind of am."

Eddie pulls him back in for another kiss. "I love you," he whispers against his lips, part because he does and part just to see if he can get Steve all riled up again.

"Not fair," Steve mutters back.

Eddie can't help but laugh a little. "It work?"

"Yes." Steve kisses him again. "But it didn't change my mind."

He steps back, though Eddie's pleased to note that he looks both rumpled and reluctant. Eddie sighs, then reaches out to fix Steve's collar, run his fingers through his hair. Steve does the same for him, and it feels -

Well, pretty fucking good, actually.

They head back downstairs. Robin cheers for them, shouting, "Three minutes to spare!"

Steve rolls his eyes, leans over to kiss the top of her head.

Then he drags Eddie to the front door with him so they can kiss again, long and lingering, before Steve finally heads back out.

Eddie drifts back into the living room to sit down next to Robin again, trying not to look too dazed.

She huffs at him, and it's only then that he realizes this is the first time they've been alone since she told him she was coming back for him.

"You still pissed at me?"

Robin rolls her eyes. "No, you fixed that last night. For the record - it wasn't at you, not really. Steve was miserable, which gets my hackles up. I know, he said he was happy no matter what, but I know him. He would have been hung up on you for ages. Plus, the boy likes sex," she adds matter-of-factly. "It would have been awful dealing with him pining and all pent up from not getting laid."

Eddie snorts.

"What?" Robin asks.

"Nothing," Eddie replies. "Just - I'm really glad we don't have to work out a schedule for both of us having sex with him."

Robin lets out a sound that's some unholy mix between a giggle and a shriek. "Okay, first, thanks for putting that mental image in my brain, I need at least three shots later tonight to get that out. Second - oh my god we would run him ragged, he's pretty insatiable but I'm not sure even he could keep up with the two of us."

Eddie cackles, head tipping back in a laughter there's no way he can contain. "I really love you, Robbie," he says quietly when he's managed to calm down.

Her eyes are soft as she looks at him. "Yeah," she says. "I do, too."

"I can't promise that I won't ever hurt him," he says. "Because, you know, sometimes I get up in my head about stuff, and sometimes I miss things. But I love him. It's always going to be him. I won't - I won't ever leave him, or give up on us."

Robin's quiet for a long time. "You and I aren't really soulmates, you know. I can't tell if you just lied to me."

Eddie knows what his knee-jerk reaction to that is. But he sits with it for a moment, breathes in and breathes out, and then decides knee-jerk was the right reaction. "Yeah, you can."

Robin smiles at him, reaching out to tug on a lock of his hair. "Yeah, I can," she agrees.

He opens his arms, and she hugs him, then shoves him off.

"Come on, Steve left us to do the lunch dishes."

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Steve brings home pizza for dinner when he gets done with patrolling.

"Hey, I was thinking - do you want to head out to Forest Hills when we're done?" Steve asks while they eat. "There's not really anyone there anymore, we could see if there's anything left of yours you want to get."

Eddie considers that. Part of him isn't sure he wants to go back there, ever, but the other part kind of feels like he needs to see it. To make it real again, and not just a thing in his nightmares.

So he agrees, and they head out after they clean up dinner - Robin refuses to get stuck with it this time.

It still feels strange, driving around in the front seat of Steve's Bimmer, but mostly a nice strange. They don't pass many cars on the way out there, and Steve's got Trooper's Thick as Thieves album playing quietly, and Eddie can just lean back and alternate looking out the window with looking at the beautiful boy in the driver's seat.

Steve pulls a couple of empty boxes out of the trunk when they get there, and Eddie sees him hesitate over the nail bat that's still in there from his patrol earlier.

"Here," Eddie says, taking the boxes so Steve can grab the bat.

There hasn't been any sign of Vecna or the Upside Down on their patrols yet, but Eddie's pretty sure they'll both feel better if Steve's carrying it.

The trailer is barely holding together, a huge chunk ripped out of the living room, and Eddie swallows back a surge of tears.

He knows they have insurance, knows what Uncle Wayne said about the stuff in the trailer, but - it was the first place that ever really felt like home to Eddie. Even though the home was more about Uncle Wayne himself than the physical trailer, it hurts seeing it like this.

"Hey," Steve says softly. "We don't have to do this tonight, we can wait."

We.

Like it's just a guarantee that whenever Eddie does decide to look through the shattered remains of his life, Steve will be right there with him. No question.

It shouldn't be, but it's still a little bit of a surprise to realize that Eddie believes it.

"No," he says, though he does lean in for a kiss. "I want to get this over with. Come on, let's look in my room."

His room isn't as bad as the living room, but it's still pretty trashed. He gets to work rifling through the debris while Steve hangs out in the doorway, nailbat on one shoulder and keeping an eye on the dormant but still not closed gate in the living room.

Eventually, Eddie manages to find about a couple of boxes worth of clothes, most of his jewelry, some D&D things, a few other odds and ends. It's not a lot, but it's more than Eddie thought he might have, which lifts his spirits a little.

"I can stop borrowing your clothes all the time," Eddie tells Steve.

Steve makes a face like he's trying not to say anything.

"What?" Eddie asks.

"…I kind of like you in my clothes," Steve admits.

Eddie barks out a little laugh, then sets down his box so he can sidle into Steve's space. "Oh yeah?" he asks, cocking one eyebrow. "You want me to wear your letterman jacket?"

Steve tips his head, which Eddie is pretty damn sure means yes, but I don't want to say it.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie teases as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Steve's jeans and gives it a tug. "You wanna be my boyfriend?"

"I'm your soulmate," Steve replies, rolling his eyes, but he doesn't stop himself from being reeled in.

"You wanna be my boyfriend," Eddie repeats, voice sing song, and steals another kiss.

"You were the one who said you wanted the full Steve Harrington experience," Steve teases back.

"I was joking!" Eddie replies, but he realized the moment he says it that - well, no, he kind of wasn't.

Steve grins widely at him. "No, you weren't," he retorts, with all the confidence of someone who's just felt a new lie being written on them.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at him. "So what are you going to do about it, then?"

Steve leans in to kiss him one more time. "Come on. Let's get out of here first."

And, well, all right, Eddie can't exactly protest that.

He picks up two boxes, leaving Steve to grab the third and his bat, then the two of them head back out of the trailer.

They're not too far from what's left of the front door when the sound of footsteps crunches on the gravel nearby.

It's probably just one of the handful of folks too stubborn to leave Forest Hills, but - it's dark, and Eddie can't see anyone, and he can't help the rush of panic that he feels. It must hit Steve the same way, because when he turns back to look at him, he sees that Steve has gone still, head tilted like he's listening.

The sound of a gun cocking rings out far louder than it should.

"Don't move," Jason Carver says.

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At least all three of them are finally on the same page?

Part 25

[stromuprisahat]

Alina’s relationship with her powers, pt. 5

Ruin and Rising- Chapter 2

Yup!

Totally psychosomatic.

Alina waits for specific conditions to even attempt to summon.

She has a ready-made excuse as for why it doesn't work.

She's never been one to persist.

She still views her powers as something separate from her.

“It isn’t something separate from you,” Baghra snapped. “It isn’t an animal that shies away from you or chooses whether or not to come when you call it. Do you ask your heart to beat or your lungs to breathe? Your power serves you because that is its purpose, because it cannot help but serve you.”

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 13

That's failing in basics of Grisha teaching. Her mindset is of the very same girl, who couldn't summon, because she "Isn't Grisha.".

It was time to let go. That day on the Shadow Fold, Mal had saved my life, and I had saved his. Maybe that was meant to be the end of us. The thought filled me with grief, grief for the dreams we’d shared, for the love I’d felt, for the hopeful girl I would never be again. That grief flooded through me, dissolving a knot that I hadn’t even known was there. I closed my eyes, feeling tears slide down my cheeks, and I reached out to the thing within me that I’d kept hidden for so long. I’m sorry, I whispered to it. I’m sorry I left you so long in the dark. I’m sorry, but I’m ready now. I called and the light answered. I felt it rushing toward me from every direction, skimming over the lake, skittering over the golden domes of the Little Palace, under the door and through the walls of Baghra’s cottage. I felt it everywhere. I opened my hands and the light bloomed right through me, filling the room, illuminating the stone walls, the old tile oven, and every angle of Baghra’s strange face. It surrounded me, blazing with heat, more powerful and more pure than ever before because it was all mine. I wanted to laugh, to sing, to shout. At last, there was something that belonged wholly and completely to me.

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 12

Alina forgot the Light is her, not the sun on the sky or amplifiers on her body. Since her summoning depends on her will, her powers act accordingly.

See?

Alina is great in self-gaslighting and guilt-tripping. She did something terribly awful- using the unnatural merzost-, therefore punishment has to follow. And what is the one thing making her feel only good? What could her subconscious easily take away?

Looking at the end of her story and her appearance in RoW- even if her powers were only temporarily exhausted, or could be regained somehow, she will never wield them again.

“I didn’t sacrifice my power. It was taken from me because I fell prey to the same greed that drove you. I paid the price for tampering with merzost. Just as you once did.”

Rule of Wolves- Chapter 14

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 6