#gotta love mutual pinning that both are clueless to

[iamvegorott]

This just piped into my head for a blurb but if your not doing them anymore disregard this

It’s the 4th of July and mads stuck at work so he asked demon mare to check on al for him

The two bond over mare comforting al

This is just a...little more than a blurb XD -----------------------------

“You are a life-saver,” Mad said to Mare through the phone. “You still have a spare key?”

“Yep.” Mare had his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear as pocketed some leaves into his jeans, you could never be too careful.

“I know this might be too much, but this is the first time I won’t be home with Al during fireworks and he freaks out during them.” Mad was clearly pacing by the sound of his shoes clicking in the background.

“You care about your cat, nothing extra about that.” Mare took the phone in his hand when he was satisfied. “Do you think you’ll be out all night?”

“Not all night, but it’ll be pretty late, maybe one?”

“That’s not terrible. I’ll probably still be awake.” Mare stood up from his bench.

“Again, I owe you so much for this,” Mad said.

“It’s nothing.” Mare chuckled. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Mare smiled when that got Mad to laugh a little.

“See you,” Mad said back. Mare was still smiling as he hung up the phone and tucked it into his back pocket.

“Let me guess, Mad?” Phantom teased from his balcony, half-eaten apple in hand.

“Shut up.” Mare started walking.

“Where you off to?” Phantom grinned when Mare paused.

“I’m...heading out.”

“Out to where?”

“I’m helping a friend with his cat.” Mare started walking again.

“You sure do a lot for someone who you only call a friend~” Phantom called after him.

“Go call Jackie!” Mare called back.

“Hey!”

x~x~x

Mare stepped into the house he’s had memorized for a long time. It was rare that Mad couldn’t bring his work home so this was throwing Al off even more. Mare sighed when he heard that all too familiar hiss.

“You’ll be less pissy about me being here when the fireworks go off,” Mare commented, making his way to the couch.

“Mrw?” Al jumped on top of the end table.

“Mad’s stuck out tonight and it’s going to be a shit show.” Mare plopped down. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t claw up everything because you’re scared of some noise.”

“Mrw.” Al scrunched his nose at him.

“I’m doing this to make Mad happy, you should be happy that I’m making him happy.”

“Fur.”

“Quit calling me that!” Mare snapped and Al purred before jumping off of the end table, strutting out of the room. “I’m being disrespected by a cat." Mare huffed to himself. “There they are,” Mare said when he heard the first rumble of fireworks. They were fairly soft, maybe they weren’t that bad where Mad lived. “Oh, shit.” Mare cursed as a loud eruption of noise came from nowhere.

“Mrw!” Mare heard Al yowl from the other room. There was the scratching of claws and Mare assume that was Al running.

“I guess Mad was right.” Mare got up and tried to find Al. “Al?” Mare paused when there was another rumble. “Al?” Mare followed the meows, not shocked to find himself in Mad’s room. “Oh, I wonder where he could be,” Mare said to the mound on Mad’s bed.

“Mrow.” Al moved under the blanket when more fireworks went off.

“Alright.” Mare grabbed the corner of the blanket and flipped it over, seeing Al curled up tight and staring off with wide eyes. “You’re so dramatic,” Mare said and sat down on the bed as well. “Come here.” Mare watched Al slowly crawl over to him, tucking himself between Mare’s thigh and the mattress. “If you weren’t a pain in my ass, I’d say you were cute.” Mare gently ran his hand along Al’s back, chuckling when Al just half-heartedly, growled at him. “I’ll play some videos.” Mare took his phone back out and got comfortable, or as comfortable as he could with Al pressed against him.

Mare held his phone with one hand and had the other on Al as he watched videos for a few hours, occasionally giving Al a pet when the fireworks got intense. Eventually, the fireworks stopped and Mare and Al fell asleep on Mad’s bed.

“Hello?” Mad called out as he came into his home. “Mare? Al?” Mad walked deeper in, not seeing his pet nor friend. “Oh.” Mad smiled at the sight of Mare and Al curled up together. Mad took Mare’s phone off of his chest and plugged it in, seeing that the battery had died. He didn’t have the heart to wake up either of them so he crawled around Mare and Al and nudged himself between Mare and the wall, Al waking to the movement of the bed and purring happily when Mad scratched the top of his head.

“Hm? Mad?” Mare groaned and stretched. “I can go.” He started to sit up.

“You can stay.” Mad placed a hand on Mare’s arm before quickly pulling it back. “You’re tired, I don’t want you out like that.” Mad laid his head back down as Mare softly chuckled.

“You’ll have Phantom on the couch if I don’t get back soon.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Cool.” Mare wiggled a little to get comfortable again. “Night, Mad.”

“Night, Mare.” Mad whispered and found himself wanting to put his hand on Mare again but knew Al wouldn’t like being squished and he also shouldn’t do that to his friend...that’d be weird...right?

[aerois]

Remarried Empress: Sovieshu Contextualized and Navier the Unreliable Narrator (SPOILERS!)

So recently I started reading Remarried Empress on WEBTOON. Honestly the whole premise wasn’t my cup of tea and I was solely reading it because it was part of an event where I could get free coins (lol). But then... I got hooked. I got invested. Started drinking in chapters whenever and wherever I could, and even now I still crave more. I wanted Navier to have some semblance of a happy ending (and, let’s be honest, I wanted to drag that precious little bitch Trashta by her fucking hair across the yard). At first it was mostly that. Raging at Trashta and her Simperor, pondering at Heinley’s true intentions, drooling over Kaufman. 

And then, I noticed something odd. I noticed-- the strangest thing-- Sovieshu seemed to be... not as enamored with his mistress as meets the eye. And there was even some hinting that his feelings for Navier weren’t what we assumed.

I have to preface this: I don’t condone Sovieshu’s crappy actions. He’s an idiot, and acts very poorly as a husband. And there’s no excuse for cheating. Absolutely not! So I don’t want this post to come across like In Defense of Sovieshu, because it’s not. But I do think that our view, the reader’s view, of Sovieshu, is warped. And this is mainly because we see the story through Navier’s eyes of course, but we forget that every individual person is fallible. Every person, at some point, harbors false assumptions that color their concepts of truth and reality. Put shortly, Navier is human, and therefore is not a reliable narrator at some points. Especially concerning her husband. We see Sovieshu entirely through the eyes of his wronged wife in the webcomic. Pin that: in the webcomic. Did you know the webcomic is actually based on a mobile game? Yes, it is! And I downloaded it! And I’m playing it! And... I’m actually... hating Sovieshu less?????????? 

Ok, ok, put the pitchforks down! Hear me out! I’m not saying any of the stuff he did was okay! But Navier’s narration of the story paints him as this cold, detached man who grew to hate his wife so much that he flew into the arms of some hussy for warmth and then just cast his wife aside and deliberately acted like a jerk just because he wanted her to suffer.  And there’s a grain of truth to that. There are points where Sovieshu feels bitter and does or says something waspish. But it’s not as black and white as you might assume. I played the mobile game, and decided to take Sovieshu’s route out of spite. I opened this app, saw it was an otome with this garbage-fire, cheating sack of shit for a romance option and thought “Hah! The nerve. Probably some semi-abusive dirtbag route aimed to appeal to girls who like men who treat them badly. You know, that mutually abusive relationship appeal that some girls like because drama.” And I needed to rack up in-game currency anyway (it’s like usual mobile games, where when you wanna make cool choices you gotta cough up cash unless you “diamond-mine” on crappy stories to save up the meager bits of free currency the app gives you for playing) so I figured I’d blast through the Sovieshu route and skip onto my darling Kaufman in playthrough 2.

And then the smoke genuinely compelling character development got me. So I could run y’all through Navier’s version of the events, but you already know that. For Sovieshu though? Here’s the kicker: this idiot has had a raging passion for his wife slowly building up for years throughout their entire lives, and only realizes it about halfway through the events of the story. This idiot, this buffon, this absolute brain-dead dolt... didn’t even realize he was pining over his own wife until he was about to explode from the desperation from it all. God, I wish I was joking. Lemme break it down for you:

Sovieshu’s POV: He and Navier are introduced as kids and are told they’ll be married someday. Life partners. They are raised in tandem to respect and care for one another. Kinda smacks of grooming (go mom and dad!) but whatever, that’s the background. These kids are mentally regarding each other as spouses their entire conscious lives. And Sovieshu, as he grows, quickly comes to realize his intended is a selfless girl who holds everything inside. The first spark of his affection for her is wrapped in this: that Sovieshu longs for Navier to take off her “perfect princess” mask and let herself be vulnerable with him. He admires her intellingence, her grace, and her devotion to her country. He looks at her and sees someone that inspires him. He craves the opportunity to comfort and protect her. He waits, and these opportunities come in small instances. But they get older, their burdens get heavier, and like most young women, Navier gets better at pretending nothing is wrong with her and putting everyone else first. Sovieshu feels more distant from her. But that desire to break through her wall still stands.

They marry, but Navier, in her infinite wisdom, makes the assumption that this marriage is entirely political (despite...the fact... that they were raised together??? they were literally best friends their entire lives??? are y’all seeing how this could be confusing for him???) and that there are absolutely no feelings involved on Sovieshu’s side. Expect there’s that little problem. That little problem. Of Navier’s absolute inability to be vulnerable. And so she starts this marriage all Elsa-Conceal-Don’t-Feel convinced that her husband (whom she is secretly in love with, shocker) holds no warmth for her because she’s never received any from him. 

Now I’ll acknowledge that this is a two way street, where Sovieshu fails as well. Should Navier have made a mature decision and asked for love and support when she needed it? Yes. Should Sovieshu have offered anyway, despite not knowing that she wanted it at all? Yes. They’re both in the wrong here. They’re both too passive, too afraid.

So the first few years of their marriage pass by like this. And Navier kinda melts into more of a depressed state over it, while Sovieshu becomes frustrated. But he doesn’t know why. He hasn’t quite put his finger on the fact that HE’S IN LOVE WITH HIS WIFE, GEE WHAT A SURPRISE BUDDY. And then... the little ingenue comes in. Trashta, with her crocodile tears, oversharing of emotions, co-dependent as all get-out. You see where I’m headed, right? It’s not just that she’s the opposite of Navier that gets Sovieshu hooked. It’s that she gives him that opportunity to unburden all this pent up romantic frustration. He can comfort, and protect, and wipe away the tears of a woman who loves him... And for a while, it’s intoxicating. That itch is finally being scratched.

Or so it seems. Because sooner or later, Sovieshu realizes that this woman is not his wife. And she’s a bit clingy, and clueless, and she’s... well, she’s not his wife. She’s not his wife. 

“Oh, dear God...” the idiot finally realizes. “I don’t want this hussy. I want my wife!” 

Ding ding ding! You did it! And it only took you--what? 20 years? After all this time, Sovieshu (and the audience playing his route) realizes. He’s not cheating because he’s bored, or because he hates his wife, or because he’s Inherently An Asshole And That’s What Assholes Do. He’s cheating because he’s using this woman as a stand-in for his wife. He’s been looking straight through this woman and seeking his wife the entire time. He’s cheating because he’s stupid and repressed and misguided and human. And again, that doesn’t excuse it. He still cheated, and that’s something he needs to spend a life-time making up for. It’s a mistake, and a big one. But it’s not fueled by a malicious hatred or a desire to hurt her. It’s fueled by confusion and fear. And, strangely enough, a desire to perform love for his wife.

So anyway, this stupid dweeb finally wakes up and realizes that no matter how much he plays around with the Town Skank, it doesn’t slate that thirst for the woman he’s spent his life growing to love. And that he actually, truly loves her to begin with. Now at this point, Navier was away travelling, doing queenly stuff. And he gets a message from a servant-- his wife is home. This boy books it. This man throws down what he’s doing, sprints across the imperial palace, to stumble at the feet of his wife; red-faced and breathless, absolutely undone. This man is screaming for his wife on the inside and now nothing he can do will quiet it. And his wife, ever the perfect pinnacle of a monarch, just raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him and wonders what’s got him in such a tizzy.

This is where the difference between the narratives hits especially hard. Navier has absolutely no clue that her husband is a hair-thin thread of self-control away from all of this just completely spilling out of him. She looks at him and sees a tormentor; someone who’s treating her like a used doll. And he sees this Goddess that’s been hiding in plain sigh the whole time. He sees his sins and repents before this, his wife, his almighty Goddess. But he doesn’t know what to do. She’s still been hurt by him, Trashta is still in their lives, and damn it all, he’s still frustrated. He still feels bitter and abandoned because even after everything, even after the years of marriage, his wife just seems so unaffected by him. This is where Navier’s “perfect queen” image that she tries so hard to curate really bites her in the ass.

These two dumbasses are hopelessly in love with each other but they’re deadlocked in an endless cycle of letting their prides get in the way. Navier doesn’t want to be vulnerable. Sovieshu doesn’t want to compromise, doesn’t know how to not lash out in anger when he’s really feeling sad. Unlike Navier, he can express emotions-- but not in a heathy way. So he says something mean, does something kinda shitty. And Navier thinks it’s because he delights in her suffering. So Sovieshu’s over here in his head like a cranky little child that’s mad at mommy because she’s on the phone, and Navier is over there in her head wondering why on earth her husband can’t notice a love that she’s never actually expressed to him. And it’s just terrible. But kind of hilarious. Mostly sad and terrible. But defintely hilarious.

To further illustrate this: even a lot of Sovieshu’s actions, for that matter, get warped by Navier’s unreliable narration. WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE! In the chapter where Trashta is stabbed, Sovieshu immediately screams for guards to surround Navier. So I’ll sum up their thought processes here.

Navier: Oh my God, I can’t believe this asshole. Calling the guards? He really fuckin thinks I did this?! Jerk! Asshole! He really thinks I’d arrange for a pregnant woman to be stabbed!! He’s probably deliberately framing me too, so he can get me out of the way and live happily ever after with her!

Sovieshu: OH MY GOD, MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE COULD GET STABBED NEXT SOMEONE HELP well actually maybe she had something to do with it? nah. prolly not. but even if she did idgaf I LOVE MY WIFE, I’LL COVER FOR YOU BABY I’LL FORGIVE WHATEVER. GUARDS, FIND WHO DID THE STABBING SO THEY DON’T STAB MY PERFECT WIFE NEXT

Like I wish I was joking, but that’s how it read. Anyway, I’m not done with the comic or the game yet. But Sovieshu’s motivations aren’t all as they seem. And while he’s not a perfect husband, he has the capacity to mature, let down his pride, and make steps toward atoning to his wife. I honestly and genuinely believe this marriage could be salvageable if they could come clean with each other. A lot of people want to root for Kaufman or Heinley, and I get it. Those two would probably treat her well. But the fact stands that these two are married, and surprisingly, they both actually still hold a spark of love for one another. If Sovieshu could genuinely repent, and demonstrate this to Navier, they would attain the happy marriage with each other that they both strive for. Anyway, I find myself surprisingly hooked on the story now that I see Sovieshu’s POV. He’s not a hero in this story by any means, but I’m somehow, against my better judgement, rooting for him. I’m rooting for him to make the right choices and repair his marriage. 

It’s a bold strategy, folks. Let’s see how it pays off.

[servingy-nneeds]

PLEASE DON’T NOTICE ME

WHAT KIND OF YANDERE ARE THEY?: IZUKU MIDORIYA (aged up)

TRIGGER WARNING: OBSESSIVE and STALKER BEHAVIOR, a bit manipulative

OBSESSIVE TYPE

This type of Yandere tries to learn everything about you. They won't necessarily try to hide you away from others but you can bet that they have all your info written, memorized like the back of their hand and yet they think that these weren’t enough; for you it was NEVER enough.

He doesn’t know when his obsession started with you, maybe it was back then when you cheered for him in he UA festival; or maybe it was back when you cared for him, more times than he can count, when he was regularly admitted at the hospital.

‘Just kidding! ‘

Click!

He chuckled softly as he took another candid shot of you while you were busy looking for your keys, ready to retire the night, after hours holed up in office work.

He remembered exactly when he started pinning after you. It was back in middle school when he started loosing hope in becoming a hero. He remembered all of his classmate’s taunt, the teachers and  neighbors apologetic look set on his way as he went home every sunset, hell he knows even his own mother pathetically sobbing, hopes for him becoming a hero already lost.

But you were different. When no one believed in him anymore, when he himself believed that he wouldn’t get a shot a becoming a hero anymore. You were there, HIS no.1 fan as you said.

“Hey now! turn that frown upside down, no matter what, I’ll always be your number one fan future Pro Hero Izuku! Here give me your signature!”

“What do you mean this doesn’t count as hero signature?”

You might think your little cheering had little to no impact to him that day, and that you were just being nice to him, a teenage boy crying pathetically with his ruined notebook by the school’s fountain.

How wrong you were.

Everyday after that he started trailing after you like a moth to a fire. You even joked that you imprinted to him, which wasn’t far from truth, if only you knew.

At first he thought it was enough knowing that both of you have each other’s number and is mutual on EVERY social media accounts. Until it wasn’t enough anymore and he had to make an excuse to take you home in order to know exactly where your house resides.

And then it just went downhill from there, he started stalking round your neighbor trying to figure out on which of the three rooms upstairs is yours. Thereafter he created a timetable of your everyday schedule with pinpoint accuracy,in order to ensure you mysteriously bump into each other every time you went shopping for grocery.

Only then, he knew he was obsessed with you, when he started stalking all the social media accounts of those around you trying to figure out if there is someone out there putting on moves for you. Thankfully for THEM there is none.

After that he started collecting random stuff you used. That new eraser you borrowed from him that one time? It’s still in mint condition somewhere in his collection.

Your used item slowly accumulated in his collection: little notes passed down from each other, pictures taken saved both on hard drive and picture albums, that straw you took a sip upon, that time you lost a favorite pair of undies.

If you asked what’s his most prized possession? not that you ever would. It would definitely be that used band-aid that he lent to you when you scraped your knees during PE back in middle school. He admits it was quite difficult to rummaged through the thrash without looking like a fool and preserving this item, blood and all.

Going back at present truly he thought you were the cutest when your clueless to him stalking you for hours at time today, after all the gods may have blessed him for giving him a day off from hero’s work he thought. You’re HIS no.1 fan after all, what kind of hero lets his fan get hurt or worse taken away by someone else.

Tucking away his camera where its memory almost filled to the brim with photos, recordings of your voice and videos of you. He stalked further away removing his hood and sunglasses replacing it with a random hat he brought and added a face mask in order to hide his identity. After fixing himself up he started going the opposite direction of your house towards the convenience store. Giddy at the thought of sharing each other’s company in the next ten minutes or so.

Entering said convenience store he walked around picking up random produce looking at the store’s digital clock it read 6:30pm. Just then the store’s automatic door opened, any normal customer would have thought that this would indicate a person’s arrival or departure. Not him though.

‘Right on clock as always’ he thought smirking to himself placing himself at the next isle containing ready to eat products.

“Psst Izuku is that you?” he heard a soft whisper. Followed by a soft tap on his shoulder another hoodie had been added to his collection

“Yeah y/n?” turning around he tried to sound surprise removing his hat a bit in order for you to get a good look at him.

“Thank goodness, it was really you” you replied beaming him with your smile he’s obsessed too much loves all too much.

“Oh right here, I might have something you want” he said removing a keychain from his camera lace and handing it to you. Another type of keychain from his merchandise, a rare one you think.

“Gee you don’t really have to do this every time we meet you know” you said  happy albeit a bit confused at the prospect of receiving another small trinket from the no. 1 Hero himself.

‘Classic Pavlov’s conditioning’ he thought sneakily hiding a smirk.

“Oh right taking a picture of town’s scenery again?” you asked pointing at his camera resting on his chest.

“Hahaha yeah, hobby never left me since middle school you know?” he replied lightheartedly.

“Umm, I know you don’t really have time, but do you want to grab coffee sometimes, you know for old time’s sake?” you asked hurriedly and bashfully scratching your nape. Thinking that maybe he would turn you down knowing that maybe his schedule’s packed to the brim

“Sure, do you mind if I pick the place and time?” he answered a bit hurriedly you noted. ‘Gotta have enough time to place video cameras discreetly’ he thought darkly to himself.

After a little bit more of shopping around, with him trailing beside you. You both now found yourself outside the convenience store with grocery bags in each other’s hand.

“Looking forward for that coffee date you owe me then?” you asked hoping that he wasn’t pulling your leg with your request.

“Sure. Sorry I can’t walk you home, things to do back at the agency”

Liar

“Don’t worry I’ll hit you up with the time and place tomorrow at 7:00- 7:30am, you still have the same number right?” he responded.

With that you agreed happily, knowing that you were usually up and about at that time, thankful at the fact that he was considerate of your schedule. A bit too considerate with the time frame.

“Oh right, do you mind if you keep that keychain with you all the time? Hate for fans to know that you have an unreleased merchandise after all” he added making your retreating form paused at the sudden request.

“Its that rare?!” you asked incredulously looking at the keychain in amazement.

Later on after promising of the trinket‘s safety he watched your form slowly walk away from him. Pulling out a small device he smirked to himself as he saw two circles, the smaller one indicating of his position and the much larger one moving indicating of the item’s shifting position.

He figured this should suffice for now.