#had no time to proof read

[dekusleftsock]

I think that there’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what exactly is…happening with Izuku’s character. Specifically in regards to chapter 425.

I’m glad that a lot more people generally recognize that Izuku is not a character that can be read at a surface level, given that he’s both a repressed person with built up emotion of basically everything and also a very glaringly HUGELY unreliable narrator, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I agree with the ways I’ve seen this most recent chapter spoken about.

I see posts, comments, etc with ideas like “Izuku don’t suppress your emotions! Open up with people! It’ll be okay I promise!” When that’s fundamentally not what is happening here.

There’s always always ALWAYS been a distinct difference in character throughout horikoshi’s writing when he is showing that a character is:

A—Avoiding emotions, thoughts, ideas less than ideal for them. Not opening up when they probably should about their problems given that they’ve been handed the space to do so. Just genuinely not acknowledging, feeling, or expressing emotions that they don’t want.

B—Reflecting on the ways they feel about the world, themselves, or other people given their new perspective on a situation. Not outright reaching out to others to talk about these problems/feelings, but instead waiting until the moment they feel they have the most confidence to do so with their new outlook on their own life.

And genuinely, guys, to grab your BkDk attention rn, this is the exact reason why Ochako’s reflection on her feelings for Izuku and thereafter decision to pull away from them WAS NEVER GOING TO END IN OCHAKO EXPLODING WITH HER LOVE FOR HIM.

This was another common interpretation I saw of Ochako and Izuocha for a long time. That because she pushed these feelings away, they were somehow going to explode in this unbelievable way and she would “get the boy” because of it. That her arc would surround accepting her romantic feelings and that she can’t just push away how she feels for a career.

But yk. That didn’t happen. At all. Nowhere close even.

The same kind of goes for Katsuki, allmight, etc. They all had moments in their arc where it was spent genuinely reflecting, and the only reason we as the audience never connected it in the same ways we do ochako or Izuku was ALWAYS BECAUSE the narrative showed their inner thoughts while doing so (mostly because Allmight’s arc after losing OFA and Katsuki’s arc on what it means to be a hero were so intrinsically tied, both starting at the same time and ending at the same time during the final war. And because they were so tied this caused their own reflections, development, and thought process to be broadcasted to us frequently throughout their arcs… to each other. They also somewhat shared aspects with Izuku, but these were cherry picked more often than not, like dvk2 for example).

To us Katsuki never seemed to be.. idk, suppressing his anger in any way because we were always told what he was doing and why (side note: this is why I’ve always thought arguments against Katsuki were so weird, bc unlike characters like endeavor or Ochako he wasn’t like… hiding who he was and how he was changing. Ever. Like the audience knows at all times past basically season 3 what Katsuki is thinking and doing. Like how do you watch this happen, stare me dead in the eye, and tell me how much of a terrible and awful teenage boy he is. Like damn I didn’t think we were this dumb. This is also my theory as to why he’s most popular, his arc is very… in your face if that makes sense). Katsuki’s entire mini arc on reflecting his mistakes and his childhood and his future is spent TELLING YOU that it’s what he’s doing. (I’m referring mostly to the endeavor internship arc, the provisional license exam makeup, and basically everything in the war arc related to him leading up to bakugou Katsuki rising here)

And see, Horikoshi will stare you dead in the eye, tell you “this girl has taken into consideration that she doesn’t want to waste her time training her career focusing on a boy because he kinda caught her fancy”, and y’all will still say that this will explode in her face.

Y’all this is a series about learning how to manage emotions, maturity in relationship to one’s emotions, how to feel an emotion, but in a way that is helpful. Horikoshi isn’t telling you “go buck wild, feel everything all the time and always express it”, in fact he explores why you DONT do that! Through Toga or Shigaraki, they show how grief and anger can genuinely consume you. But he also shows why you shouldn’t just put everything in a box to never look at or acknowledge, or why you shouldn’t just let your grief destroy the world around you, or pretending that some emotions simply don’t exist.

I can’t say this enough, so let me say it now, mha is about the extremes of your psyche. That you should control something, but not too much. Everything can be harmful. Everything can be good.

Izuku is not controlling too much, he’s expressing just enough.

I LOVE shaming this dickhead at all times in all my posts. I love saying he’s an ignorant dipshit with a weird amount of distaste for a girl who just confessed to him. I’ve joked that chapter 348 is basically an entire chapter spent on Izuku calling Himiko a mean dyke. And yet I also believe he’s doing nothing WRONG here.

In fact, I’ll even say that this moment right here?

ISNT EVEN IZUKU DOING THE SOCIALLY APPROPRIATE THING ABOUT IT! But he’s still TRYING to reach out to someone he thinks MIGHT be able to understand. (And frankly, this moment is far deeper than what it’s being made out to be, to me it reads more like an unrequited friendship that Izuku both desires and has thought of them to have, while simultaneously showing the distance Ochako has successfully wedged between them for her own sake. Maybe it was always there though, maybe in weird, miscommunicated Horikoshi fashion, this is a representation of how Ochako always read all those “fun friend hangouts” as a little more than that, and without those feelings the friendship never really held any substance to her in the first place. Where Izuku saw his first real friend at UA, she saw little more than acquaintance)

Simultaneously, Izuku is genuinely reflecting on what it means for the world to change, to be a hero, to live after loss—and trying and failing to gain the connection he desires from individuals who can not and will not afford him that.

Izuku is ready for the world to change, a few select characters are also ready for the world to change (mirio, for example), but not nearly enough are. So maybe I’ll have to take this back if I’m proven wrong and I accidentally looked into this far past what everyone else did for no reason, but I genuinely believe with moments like this

And this

Aand this

That Izuku has come forward with that aspect of his character development. He’s reflecting on his new beliefs, not repressing his emotions for them.

[flurry-of-stars]

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*taps microphone* New chapter for These Hollow Halls coming soon--

[strawberry-cowmilk]

oh no somebody I do not want to know about my online presence might have found this account luckily I didn't find anything suspicious in my follower list but oh my god

[magnusbae]

"surprise i have feelings and you just hurt them" is so good

Thank you anon-dearest! 🥰🥰🥰

As I was given free reign, and also was too unreasonable for self control—I didn't only write it way longer than it should have been (250w per prompt LOL) I also fully rewritten in afterwards :')

Obikin || 1,500w || Obi-Wan & Anakin formed a new Force Bond and Obi-Wan has to deal with an increase in Force Migraines poor man

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“Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.” Anakin spits the words out angrily, punctuating each word with a sharp hand gesture.

There’s heat rolling off of him in waves, it’s a tangible thing in the Force to anyone who is even mildly attuned to it. Even small living organisms would try and stir clear from someone so prominent in the force while they’re emitting such waves of emotions. It’s unsettling to all who is untrained, unable to recognize where and why the thing they are sensing is coming from. To someone who had even just begun their training, this would be a deafening roar. As for Obi-Wan, who had happened to share a somewhat-training-but-not-bond with said individual…. It’s destructively overwhelming.

There’s a pulsing migraine building up at Obi-Wan’s temples, swiftly spreading in pulses of pain through his forehead and head, blearing his vision in a way that is usually reserved to extreme battle fatigue. Obi-Wan’s patience is not only thinned out, but fully gone by this point. The pain, and the previously failed mission do not help. Anakin’s need to prove himself had cost them an important battle and speaking of Anakin’s feelings is truly not the thing they should be concerned most with—

“I think it’s hardly a surprise Anakin” he hears himself say more than he actually thinks through the words, he hardly manages to care as much as he probably should given how violate Anakin anyways is. “You are, more than less, hammering them against the minds of anyone unfortunate enough to be within the standard hour distance from us.”

Anakin’s mouth snaps open, there’s blotchy redness across his cheeks, he seems to not find the words to describe precisely how angry Obi-Wan’s word just made him. Silencing Anakin would be a feat to be commended on a normal day, if only that was true for his Force Signature as well. A fresh wave of emotions crush against his battered shields, straining them beyond their capacity.

The moment he feels the first crack run through, is the same moment they collapse completely.

Anger, hurt, betrayal, and…

Obi-Wan’s mind is momentarily blinded by the whirlpool of emotions washing over and sucking his own mind in. There’s too much of it, all at once, all different. The indignant anger, the vulnerable hurt, the deep sense of being abandoned and uncared for, the—

Obi-Wan whimpers silently. It’s a sharp exhale more than anything, yet it’s more than enough to alert Anakin. He might have found it endearing, how quickly Anakin’s attention had shifted from himself to him, if not for the crushing wave of new emotions, even more absolute in their intensity.

Worry, anxiety, fear, anger, confusion, fear, worry—

Obi-Wan feels like he might lose his mind within them.

“Stop,” he snaps at same time as Anakin had reached out for him. The boy pulls his hand away as if hit. Obi-Wan should care for this, care for how he feels more than how he himself feels at the moment….

Hurt, confusion, anger, hurt— anxiety, fear— fear—

Anakin’s emotions spiral into a deeper, more violent vortex of darkness, a never ending cycle, one emotion swallowing the tail of its predecessor, being reborn into the next one, each time bigger, stronger.

Oh Force. Obi-Wan thinks in desperation.This is too much.

“Master?” Anakin’s Force Signature is dripping fear, there’s an urgency to it that centers Obi-Wan enough to realize, with great shame, that his own pain started bleeding through their not-quite-training-bond— or…Force Bond, if he was honest enough. Call a Bantha a Bantha.

“Master, what is wrong, why are you…?” he reaches for him again, stopping quickly and retrieving his hand away. Anakin opening and closing his fist draws Obi-Wan’s attention. He looks like he’s about to blow up, and that, Obi-Wan knows, is something that would certainly echo even louder in the Force.

“Anakin please,” he reaches out to him, despite the inherent risk of touch increasing the intensity of the Bond. He must balance the boy long enough to give himself the opportunity to gather his shields into anything resembling those of a Jedi Master. That, or leave. He is not pained enough to be that cruel. Doesn’t ever plan to be. He braces himself instead.

“Dear One,” his knuckles touch Anakin’s cheek briefly, the word of endearment is strained, forced to some degree. It’s the one that never fails to get a reaction, uncover a meeker, more gentle side of Anakin. “You are deafening me” he gives the Bond a light, barely there nudge.

Anakin jumps at that as if zapped. Eyes wide, his face shifts through a number of complex thoughts, faster than what could register or broadcast emotionally through the Bond.

Suddenly, the storm is gone. What Anakin calls shields and Obi-Wan chides as only a suggestion of such is now a durasteel tight and not leaking anywhere. The silence that follows is deafening in its own right. He has to muffle the groan of relief, not wanting to rile Anakin again

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan smiles, pained. He knows that the migraine will only worsen now that it was set off, he still can appreciate not being radiated by a small sun through it, though.

“Excellent shielding, Padawan.” He sounds sarcastic even to his ears, even though he doesn’t mean to be. Anakin doesn’t react to it, looking more troubled than angry now, a deep crease between his eyebrows.

“I’m…” Anakin bite his lower lip, still fuller than most despite him well and truly out of his teenage years. Obi-Wan should not be noticing those things. “I didn’t mean to…” his cheeks are darker now, he looks ashamed. The aftertaste of Anakin’s emotion’s linger in Obi-Wan’s mind. Guilt. The last clear emotion Obi-Wan managed to decipher. Guilt for hurting him.

“I know.” Obi-Wan says curtly, he hopes that not unkindly. “I’d appreciate it if we could discuss the matter when I’m a little less…” he gestures at himself with what he hopes is the appropriate amount of self deprecation. There’s many reasons for Anakin’s lack of control, not all are good, but he still is a knight, still is learning.

There’s not a single good excuse for his own lack of mastery of himself.

“Obi-Wan, the Bond—” Anakin starts, disregarding Obi-Wan’s request in favor of what to his mind, is no bound far more urgent. The Bond. It had taken months for Obi-Wan to notice, the budding start of something new, growing in a different place than the long severed training Bond, developing over the months spent on joint missions on this endless war.

It seems that, as Obi-Wan had suspected, Anakin had managed to miss it out entirely.

“Not now, Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice sharpens, he should feel more guilt for the way Anakin’s shoulders jump up and tense.

“Fine, whatever…” Anakin mutters, looking away, glancing back and then away again. “Feel better.” He says with more hesitation than such a simple wish should warrant for. This time, Obi-Wan feels the full extent of guilt. He was too strict with him, those past few months were strained beyond what either one of them had wanted. He needs to speak with him, properly, make amends, properly.

Not now though, not while his head is splitting into two and his Force Signature is shaking after Anakin ground it so relentlessly. Knowing that Anakin didn’t mean to, doesn’t change the reality of things, his Force Signature can be downright oppressive if left unchecked. It’s not so felt when he himself is in the state for proper shields, however the repeated missions, the lack of sleep and the loss of the recent planet… were factors that are hard to ignore.

He needs to rest. He needs to meditate. Then he’ll be fine.

Obi-Wan refuses to acknowledge, even now, that what would bring the most immediate relief would be severing the Bond. Today showcased just how dangerous it is, how out of control it is, how out of Obi-Wan’s control it is. It all makes sense, any one following logic would have done it. A bond developed without their conscious choice in the matter, one that is not appreciate for Jedi to have.

The only thing that makes sense, is to end it. Yet this is the only thing that Obi-Wan will not do, is unwilling to do. He will not severe another Bond with Anakin. The consequences of the first time still too fresh in his own mind. Both for their relationship and…himself.

“Thank you, Anakin.” he says politely, hoping that he looks more collected than what he feels like. He refuses to think of this further for today. Giving Anakin the barest of hand waves, he turns and walks off.

He needs to rest. He needs to meditate. Then, he’ll be fine…

[melancholic-pigeon]

Okay this is the *actual* last comment, for real, but I just found out Spider is now smearing me as a convert and accusing me of being involved with drama I was not involved with because he mistakenly attributed my apologies for his public temper tantrum as being about something unrelated.

THIS IS A FALSE ACCUSATION and I do not appreciate having yet another bit of fake malicious intent falsely ascribed to my actions and* attributing a completely unrelated attack to me.

Also, it's very sad and disappointing whenever a Jew gets mad at a convert because something else is going on in the Jew's life and the convert happens to be in the splash zone and the Jew falls over backwards to smear the convert and invalidate her faith.

Just....the childish aggression is making me so, so sad and disappointed, from someone I used to think very highly of, who is now lying about me and publicly smearing me with false accusations based on a conflict he started because he misinterpreted something I said and I went out of my way to give him the benefit of the doubt when trying to clear up the mistake HE MADE that led him to decide bullying and attacking me for three fucking days was appropriate and okay and that I'm the bad guy for saying it's wildly unprofessional to behave like this in public to a former customer face.

Sorry, but facts, reality, linear time and the truth of what I actually said and did are on my side here, and I will not stand for being smeared and attacked and shat all over because I had the gall to try to kindly resolve his uncalled for, unjustified temper tantrum.

I am also not sorry that I left a side note in the tags that it was also unacceptable for HIM to drag his daughter into a stupid internet slapfight based on his own reading comprehension failure. Because it was and is unacceptable, and she needs to hear that message from someone.

End of story. Keep digging that hole as long as you like, Spider. It's not helping your case and is continuing to make you look progressively worse and more unreasonable, and the only person you have to blame is yourself.

*revised for clarity

[nakathemoth]

attack I did for my friend Magika and I'm super proud of! I love fake media. Hell yeah for me

[thasorns-moved]

I— I try to come up with words to put my thoughts out there but it’s difficult. I’m this close 👌🏼 to drop sunset x vibes which is sad because everyone worked hard and even Bank gratulates everyone everytime who pushes the tag, apparently the drama is not doing well in Thailand… but can’t blame them. I’m lost most of the time and try to figure out what the actual plot is.

We have four episodes left and we only got snippets from the fantasy plot (except this episode) how do they going to solve it? By only focusing on the fantasy the last episodes and putting unnecessary unresolved, misunderstanding and no communication into the ring or? Did Lin acted on his self when he ran away or did the woman has something to do with it?

We got a cheating storyline with Pim which didn’t add much to the plot only to push the PrimPim couple further. We could’ve got any other story beginning for this couple than a cheating plot. Also in my opinion their relationship develops a bit too slow as to say again only four episodes left. I genuinely thought Pim is single and has a crush on Prim which makes more sense than the cheating ass boyfriend coming out of thin air

I don’t care much about nicknames call each other how you want even the sweetest grossest names is okay for me but “khun dad” is weird. It’s not even a mistranslation in the subs as Lin really calls him that. Not even daddy. Dad. When Lin has a dad. He calls his boyfriend dad for whatever reason

We have four couples: SunLin, SamYoh, PrimPim and ChanJuldis (I’m sorry that I couldn’t be bothered to remember the names as they are too many ppl involved and all over the place IF I pronounced Juldis name wrong). You see the dilemma here. It could’ve been well executed throughout the series with all the four couples involved but we rarely get scenes with PrimPim and ChanJuldis so why bother bringing these two into the story when you’ll only focus on the main and side couple?! (I’m saying this in general and not about the following episodes which will include PrimPim)

Are they going to squish and by that I mean ‘fantasy, leaked design, development of the couples in four (three) episodes??? What I mean with three is that and it is only my opinion that this week’s episode seems to be a filler episode because not much is happening plot wise and only focuses on SunLin and PrimPim couple storyline (so it seemed, correct me if I’m wrong)

In all this I didn’t talked about how I can’t really feel SunLin… again sad because MosBank are awesome and Big Dragon was good but I don’t feel them at all in Sunset x Vibes… does it have something to do with the plot maybe yeah. But also how they communicate which is none. Sun seems to know more about the whole dream Naga thing than he tells us or why else would he put the bracelet on Lin? What was the whole purpose for Lin to intern at Soul Jewelry when he goes back to work with his dad? Or his dad gets soft and allows him to stay idk. The whole Sun has a fiancé suddenly where did it come from and why? The plot is already all over the place don’t need to add more unnecessary things. It does not do much and adds nothing to the story plot wise. It’s only frustrating with the miscommunication and to have a filler episode where Sun works his ass off to prove something to Lin, again not relevant to the actual plot IF there’s one… It didn’t bother me much that Sun didn’t told Lin about Sam which bothered other ppl though and yeah I get why. Idk I find their relationship a bit shallow but that’s only my opinion

I swear in all of this I don’t want to be a buzzkill or write negatively about this drama because ppl actually put some work into it in making this but yeah a plus point for the editing team when Lin fainted and how they switched to the ocean was good 😊

[akkivee]

part of the true hypnosis mic lore is that when under its influence, nothing of your self manifests, so it doesn’t just affect abilities but also mics and speakers so!!!!!!! maybe nemu won’t be brainwashed in the stage?????

[theflyingfeeling]

I may be mute, half deaf and soon to be half blind thanks to the stupid flu, but as I was resting my eyes I had a ~vision~ so here's Olli helping Aleksi try... something for the first time ever before a show. Aleksi is reluctant, but why oh why? 😌

just something quick and simple for change, hope you enjoy it 💕

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"So, what do you say?"

"No, thanks."

"Come on now, be a sport."

"No."

"Aleksiiiiiiiiiiiii."

"I said no!"

"Everyone else has some! You can't look like the odd one out."

"Tommi doesn't have any!"

"Yeah, Joonas is working on that– Aleksi, please."

"Nuh-uh."

"I swear I'll make it look nice."

At long last Aleksi got bored of Olli's begging, rolled his eyes and kept his mouth shut. He was not that easily persuadable, thank you very much; he wanted to stay faithful to his own, unique style, and if that made him 'the odd one out', then so be it. It was non-negotiable.

Or it would have been, if he hadn't then made the faithful mistake of allowing his eyes wander away from his phone and glance at Olli's direction.

The black pencil swirled in between his fingers skillfully like the drumstick between Aleksi's own. The smile on his lips was small but full of sincerity, just like everything in Olli was. It took him exactly two seconds to break down.

"Fine. But if I hate it, I'll wash it off."

"No need to," Olli grinned, his self-satisfaction shining across the room, "I'm the best eyeliner artist in the entire band. Joonas wishes his wings looked as symmetrical as mine."

Olli patted the spot next to him on the backstage sofa, his smile shifting – subtly, but still – from warm and friendly to more smug and somewhat unreadable; it gave Aleksi shivers as he walked towards Olli.

Okay, perhaps preferring his own stylistical choices wasn't the only reason Aleksi was hesitant about the experiment. Perhaps he was also just a little nervous about Olli getting as close to him as the operation would require. Perhaps he got a little shaky when he imagined feeling Olli's breathing on his face or, god forbid, on his lips (which craved Olli enough as it was).

Perhaps the sole thought terrified Aleksi to the bone.

Sitting down next to Olli, he flashed his friend a weak smile that probably did nothing to hide his anxiousness. Olli's own softened then, and he reached his hand to rub Aleksi's knee gently.

"Right, let's start with the lids. I need you to look down."

Aleksi did as he was told and lowered his gaze to his lap. A fond smile appeared on his lips almost instantly when he looked at his own nails and the crumbled black nailpolish on them. That was another one of Olli's stupid (actually genius) ideas; that time, instead of a sweetly innocent smile, it had taken a few glasses of spiked Mountain Dew for Aleksi to give in. He wasn't sure if black nailpolish was something he'd adopt to his day-to-day style, but seeing the excitement on Olli's face had been the experiment. The tongue sticking out of Olli's mouth as he had concentrated on painting his nails as carefully as he could was kinda cute too.

With his thoughts drifting, Aleksi had barely noticed Olli finishing his left eyelid already.

"Keep looking down. I'm gonna do both sides at the same time."

"Mmh-hmm," Aleksi hummed in response. Olli's hand brushed the side of his nose. Aleksi closed his eyes.

The pencil tickled his eyelid, urging him to move, but Olli's other hand sneaking at the back of his neck made him freeze instead.

"Sorry. I hope my hand's not too cold. I just... need you to stay still," Olli chukled in a low voice that created an unbearable sense of intimacy. Despite his nerves, Aleksi was glad he had stayed behind with Olli when the others had gone out in the heat for some sight-seeing.

"Trying," he mumbled, not sure if he was supposed to be speaking either.

"Try harder. You're shaking like a leaf on a tree."

Shitshitshitshitshitshit.

"Am not."

"Like a scared little kitty cat." Albeit having his eyes closed, Aleksi knew exactly what kind of smug smile was painted on Olli's lips.

"Am not!"

Olli took the pencil off Aleksi's lids and laughed. Although he was now free to open them again, Aleksi decided to merely listen to the quiet giggles, hoping to get lost in their melody and the memories they contained.

Before he was even given the chance, Olli brought him back to the present in his stupid (or stupidly charming) Olli way by touching the tip of Aleksi's nose.

"Boop! Now the lower lids. Eyes open."

Olli's eyes were already looking straight into his. The light from the window next to the sofa made them look like kaleidoscopes reflecting all the shades of blue that existed in the world: the stormy ocean, the pond by Aleksi's summer place, the cornflowers, the bilberries, the night sky.

Aleksi wondered what Olli saw in his, if anything.

"You ready?" Olli asked, never breaking their eyecontact. Aleksi just nodded.

The hand resting in Aleksi's neck, to which he had gotten so used to know that he was dreading the moment Olli would retreat it, shifted when Olli lifted his other hand back to Aleksi's face. It made Aleksi flinch instinctively.

"Woops! Easy now." Olli's thumb rubbed against Aleksi's neck. Aleksi felt completely helpless.

"Stay still, unless you want this thing in your eye," Olli ordered, placing his hand on Aleksi's cheek.

"Should I look up?"

Please say yes. I can't bear the sight of your bright, adorably focused eyes any longer.

"If you want to. But it works just fine like this too. As long as you don't make any sudden movements."

Aleksi was not in the headspace to be taking responsibility of his own decisions.

Olli took his sweet time colouring under Aleksi's eye, and Aleksi took his own as he counted Olli's eyelashes; his long, beautiful eyelashes Aleksi had always admired, even if he hadn't always understood why.

Olli must have noticed he was staring, for his own gaze kept flickering between Aleksi's eye and his artwork. The confident smile was long gone from his lips, which were not parted instead as he drew the last strokes before moving on to the other eye with no warning.

"Almost finished," Olli said so quietly that Aleksi wasn't sure whether he was talking to Aleksi or himself.

Olli began drawing again, and Aleksi resumed his task of studying his diamond eyes. Time after time, the blue in them found Aleksi's; time after time, they held his gaze for a little longer than the last time. Each time made Aleksi's heart beat faster and his watch tick slower, making Aleksi worry which one would dismantle itself first – and which would be a greater loss in the grand scheme of things.

"Done," Olli suddenly said, his voice more close to a whisper, but instead of letting Aleksi go of his gentle touch, the hand at the back of the neck stayed exactly where it was, the way Olli's face stayed close to Aleksi's, inches away, eyes locked.

They looked at each other, had an entire wordless conversation with their eyes, or at least that's what it felt like to Aleksi when he stared into Olli's; questions left in the air waiting for an answer, answers to be read in between the lines. Realizations. Confessions.

The conversation took another turn when Olli closed his eyes and kissed him.

With their mouths working together, Aleksi didn't wait for Olli's orders. He leaned in without Olli needing to lead him, grasped his neck although he was going nowhere, and when his lungs ran out of air, he parted their lips to gasp some, only to reunite them again a second later.

If Olli's eyes were everything blue in the universe, Olli's lips were all the soft things the Earth held: your bed on a Sunday morning (and just as heavenly), a piece of marshmallow floating on hot chocolate (and just as sweet), a ruby-red rose petal (and just as fragile, somehow). Aleksi couldn't get enough of them, and he let Olli know so.

Familiar voices echoing from behind the backstage door forced them to finally withdraw. Aleksi almost laughed how he was as reluctant about letting go of Olli as he had been about sitting next to him just a few moments ago.

"Well well well, look who's finally come to his senses! Looking damn fine, eyeliner suits you," Joonas smiled upon seeing Olli's work on Aleksi's eyes. "Tommi, you're up next!"

"In your dreams," the man grumbled, earning a choir of giggles erupting in the room.

Realising he was yet to see his new look himself, Aleksi walked to the whole-body mirror resting against the wall in one corner of the room. He hadn't quite yet formed an opinion himself when Olli's face appeared on his shoulder, smiling at him through the mirror.

"It does look great on you."

"If you say so."

Perhaps he could get used to it.

When Aleksi was finished studying his own reflection, his eyes shifted to meet Olli's, whose hand had sneaked to rest on Aleksi's hip.

"Wanna try some eyeshadow next?" Olli winked at him.

[asexualbookbird]

Hello! :) The Bone season looks so intriguing! But I saw you that you said it sucks - so would you mind sharing what you didn't like about it?

Here is my review comparing the old version and the updated anniversary edition. Here and here are my live blogs from this year and my first read in 2019 (turns out I messed up the tag the second time around whoops). And here is specifically the anniversary liveblog.

I have. So many qualms with The Bone Season. I'm looking for the anniversary editions of the other books because this was admittedly a fun project and I'd like to continue it, but UGH. There is SO much potential in this world and FOR WHAT!!!!!!! A shitty romance?? Enslaving humanity by a secret society pulling all the governmental strings?? ICK.

I also have issues with how Paige's sexuality was handled in book one (I don't know how it progresses in the series, which is one reason I'd like to source the new versions but I don't want to pay cover price lmao) particularly in the updated version. I'm pretty sure I have a post dedicated to it, but I get it okay. As an asexual person who put themselves in situations I was uncomfortable with only because I thought This Is What People Do (masking where lmao) I GET IT! I STILL HATED HOW THAT BAR SCENE WAS HANDLED! I haven't pinpointed why, exactly. I think it's what triggered the scene? She only tried to hook up with a rando because her crush rejected her???? idk. Blegh.

And on top of that. She somehow, falls in love with her slaver??????? but its A Okay because akshully! He thinks this is wrong! He just SO HAPPENS to be one of like five of the immortals who thinks humans are people too.

Oh also. Their big plot to escape the salve camp is exposed because Paige just can't help but kiss Warden :)))) but yeah shes totally ace lmao (i know i know asexuality is a spectrum etc etc if you want good ace and demi rep read Little Thieves).

I said it back in 2019 and I will continue to say it. Take the rephaim away. Focus on the magic and the syndicate. You have a GREAT novel there it's just being overshadowed by the bullshit slave slaver love nonsense.

[avirael]

How to hold a grudge (on behalf of someone else)

“Oh! Hello Rael!”

The audacity of this man!, was all Rael thought as they opened the door to their house and found Thancred standing on the other side. They felt horribly tempted to just slam the door right back shut into his stupidly grinning face.

Certainly they could say that it had just been one of these intrusive Lalafell who tried to sell their useless and overpriced goods to gullible people (like A’viloh) or one of their neighbours asking to borrow sugar again. Anyone who was not Thancred Waters.

What did he even want here? Had all of the women in Revenant’s Toll finally realised how much of a fraud he was and fled town? Or maybe they had chased him away with brooms and pitchforks. Yes, the later was absolutely Rael’s preferred explanation for his unwelcome presence here.

They still glowered at the man, trying really hard not to greet him with an insult, when A’vi returned from the kitchen. “Who’s there?”, he asked gloomily on his way back to the couch. Just as Thancred appeared in his field of view, the Hyur raised an arm and waved lightly. “Hello to you too, A’viloh.”

“Oh!”, the Miqo’te exclaimed surprised and almost dropped the bowl of ice cream he held in his hands. And there was that expression again, Rael noted in frustration. The same one he had made the last time they had visited the Rising Stones. It was a strange mix of feelings and Rael thought it difficult to find a fitting word for it. He looked like he had mistaken some dangerous animal for a harmless pet and was now horrified by the bloodshed it caused but still couldn’t stop himself from liking that creature anyway despite its nature. Maybe the comparison was unnecessarily gruesome but Rael just hoped that A’viloh was at least clever enough not to get himself torn to pieces by the metaphorical sharp teeth.

***

It wasn’t all that difficult to understand how the Viera got this rather extreme opinion about Thancred Waters. He had always had a certain reputation around Vesper Bay and Ul’dah, Rael had quickly learned as they had asked around about the Scions before choosing to work with them. On top of that the man hadn’t exactly left a good first impression when they had met in person for the first time. Maybe he had honestly just been curious about meeting a Viera for the first time but Rael had already heard a few pretty stupid pick-up lines during their journey and this man had seemed right in line with that. A raised eyebrow and disgusted look on their face at least had quickly disheartened him to try any further.

But then there was A’viloh! Kind, yet so self-sabotaging A’viloh! Rael had long stopped wondering what it was that he found interesting about Thancred and instead decided to just blame it on a severe case of mental confusion. They had warned him about Thancred back when A'viloh had told them about the invitation but it really wasn’t their place to tell A’vi what to do or, in this case, not to do. So at first the Viera had simply intended for him to either be clever (which seemed unlikely) or learn that lesson on his own and the hard way if necessary. But this had been many months ago and in the meantime a lot had happened. By now the idea that the poor Miqo’te could get his feelings hurt by that vile man was giving Rael a headache.

Sure, Rael occasionally liked to tease him about the way he acted around Thancred and at first all of his infatuation had almost seemed to Rael like a good sign, but that assessment had changed shortly after. Finally Rael had managed to convince A’viloh that it would be a good idea to return to the Rising Stones and speak to Thancred about how the Miqo’te felt responsible for what had happened to him (and only about that, mind you!) but in the meantime Thancred had seemingly recovered very well and immediately reverted back to his old ways. Just worse. Both, concerning the quantity of alcohol and women.

In a surprisingly short span of time Thancred had managed to be seen with more women than Rael could count on their fingers, some of them just shamelessly flirting with but enough of them in more or less obvious situations. And that were just the ones he had no qualms to be seen with, Rael assumed. It was unnecessary to mention that A’viloh’s resolution to speak to him had died down abruptly.

Rael had observed this tragedy for as long and as peacefully as they could tolerate. They hadn’t wanted to interfere in something that actually wasn’t any of their business, so they had hoped that A’vi would soon get angry enough to stop moping. But they should have known that anger wasn’t exactly one of A’vi’s standard solutions for his problem and so of course it only seemed to get worse over time. Rael on the other hand had quickly developed a habit of getting angry on his behalf, to their own frustration.

One day Rael was speaking with Papalymo and Y'shtola about a book they were studying, when they noticed A'viloh gloomily staring down the counter of F‘lhaminn’s bar. After a moment F‘lhaminn, like the good barkeep she was, put a glass of liquor in front of him, raised an eyebrow and expected him to talk.

“What’s up with you?” she asked but A’viloh just grimaced and nodded to the glass in front of him. “That’s not a good idea. Alcohol and me don’t seem to go so well together.”

F‘lhlaminn had chuckled and made a peculiar face. “Oh, just like Thancred I guess…”, she said leaving it up to his interpretation if she meant alcohol and Thancred or him and Thancred, while she eyed him for a reaction.

A desperate sigh was all she got for an answer, but that was more than enough.

“Ha! So I rightfully thought this was about him. You know, I saw you eyeing him and Higiri…”

Avi snapped to attention, ears going up, face turning red. “What?! That ain’t true! Why would I??”

“If you say so…”, F’lhaminn chuckled again and returned her attention to the glass she was cleaning.

Seemingly unaware of the fact that he was proving her right, A’vi turned his head the other way and kept on sadly watching Thancred flirt with one of the doman girls from afar.

At that point Rael had decided to do something and stepped closer. “If you don't stop looking like this, I will go over there and I will punch him in his stupid face.”, they annouced sitting down beside A'vi.

Startled the Miqo’te turned around. “What?”

“It’s excuse me!”, Rael corrected and then repeated their words. “I said I am going to punch him in the face if you don’t!”

A’viloh was either truly unaware about his lovesick staring or had decided to play very very dumb. “Who?”

“Please! Don’t pretend to be more stupid than you actually are. Thancred of course!”, the Viera grumbled.

A’viloh still pretended to be oblivious. “Why should you do that??”

“You know why!”, sternly Rael glowered at him and finally the Miqo’te gave up this charade. “Alright! Fine! But how is he supposed to know that it bothers me?”, he retorted and Rael seriously wondered if he was this oblivious about how he was behaving.

“By the Twelve, A’vi!”, they exclaimed, a saying they had quickly picked up along with another few curses. “He can’t have that much brain damage to not notice that! Everybody in this building must by now have noticed that you are in love with him. I wouldn’t even be surprised if everybody in this whole town knows!”

A’viloh wanted to object at first but quickly gave up.. “I am not-... No… Please! Don’t tell me it is really that obvious?”

Rael rolled their eyes and slightly shook their head. “No, don’t worry! You just longingly stare at him every chance you get and sigh sadly every time he talks to someone. I guess your secret is safe!”

“That’s not funny…”, he muttered quietly with drooping ears. Rael just shrugged. It was only the truth.

Then A’vi added: “The idea that someone like Rowena knows something like that is kinda scary…”

“Careful! She’ll find a way to make money out of that. Blackmail or something…”, Rael couldn’t help but tease. At least the Miqo’te spent the rest of the day brooding over something that wasn’t Thancred Waters.

But then a few days later Rael had reached the point where they had enough.

One late afternoon they had found A’vi picking at his food while once again staring across the room, where Thancred sat at the bar with one arm around the shoulders of an annoyingly giggling Miqo’te girl. It was painful to watch, both Thancred and his conquest being so obliviously obnoxious as well as A’viloh’s reaction to it, but apart from this it was mostly infuriating. Rael wasn’t even sure who they wanted to yell at the most. So after wordlessly watching for a minute or another they lost their temper and growled at A’viloh.

“Are you mad!? You can’t seriously tell me that this -“, they hissed, silently enough not to catch any attention, gesturing towards the bar. “THIS is what you want? To be stupid! And replaceable! And forgotten before morning!?”

Slightly shocked A’viloh had stared at them for a moment, like he just realised it was the truth, before he wordlessly shook his head and sighed. It wasn’t fair that Rael had lashed out at him, they knew that, but seemingly he needed someone to tell him how ridiculous all of this was. Nonetheless he still looked sad of course, so this time it had been Rael, who had decided to take A’viloh and flee as far away as possible, seeking refuge in their house near Limsa again.

Of course this wouldn’t solve anything and they couldn’t avoid that bastard forever, but there was nothing else Rael could do about it. (Unless you counted maiming or murder a reasonable approach of course.) They simply hoped that A’viloh would soon come to his senses and realise how stupid it was to care about someone as ruthless as Thancred Waters.

***

And now this impossible man had the nerve to show up at their door! Obliviously grinning at that! They really wanted to strangle him. “What are you doing here, Thancred?”, they asked with a way too sweet tone and a strained smile, that somehow looked threatening.

“Ah! Very good question!”, he answered and laughed obliviously. “The two of you haven’t shown me your house yet! So I thought I‘d visit and see for myself!”

The carefully put together smile on Rael’s face faded as quickly as it had appeared. There was no way they would be able to remain friendly towards him even one second longer. “Well, now that you‘ve seen it, why don’t you go and—”

A’viloh, who until then was silently observing the contents of his ice cream bowl in concentration, at once snapped to attention. Alarmed he stared at the Viera while loudly proclaiming. “That’s so nice of you! Why don’t you come in first and we‘ll get you something to drink?”

He left it to Thancred to let himself in and instead grabbed Rael‘s arm to pull them into the kitchen.

“You can’t say something like this, Rael!”, he argued quietly.

“I can’t say what?”, they raised their eyebrows and didn’t bother very much to speak quietly. What bothered them though, was that A‘viloh still was so disgustingly friendly to him. Rael had thought he had understood by now, that on this man all kindness was wasted. “That, for all I care about, he can go and fuck himself?”

“Rael!”, A’viloh hissed and nervously eyed the door.

“Why?”, they simply retorted angrily, while picking up the bowl A’vi had put down on the counter and putting a light ice spell on it. They would rather have put that spell elsewhere.

“Because it‘s rude!”, the Miqo’te exclaimed. „Also, I don‘t think that would be very accurate to say considering… you know…”

“Please!”, Rael interrupted. “It’s very appalling how much thought you seem to have spared to that topic!”

A’viloh gasped. “What?! You started this! I didn’t!”

So much for gratitude!, Rael thought as they opened their mouth to retort something maybe a little bit too snarky. But just in that moment Thancred’s voice echoed from the living rooms. “You two have such a wonderful house. I already thought the garden was beautiful but in here? What a pretty place!”, he said as he pranced into the kitchen and confidently leaned onto the counter like he owned the whole place. To Thancred’s luck and Rael’s disappointment the knife block was out of the Viera‘s reach.

“Thank you…”, A‘viloh answered while still keeping an eye on Rael. The Hyur looked at them innocently smiling as if he didn’t notice at all in what a dangerous situation he had put himself. Nonchalantly he looked around and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “But don’t you think something is missing?”

“Missing??”, Rael echoed and wondered if they should break his nose and see if some of his own blood on the kitchen tiles would suit his taste more. But no! That would just give A‘viloh an opportunity to get unnecessarily worried about him again…

“What do you mean, missing?”, A‘vi asked confused and let his gaze wander through the room as well.

Thancred shrugged. “I don’t know, just a feeling… Are you already completely done with the house or is there anything left you wanted to do?”

“We are more or less done.”, replied the Miqo’te and then added. “Well, Rael still wanted a proper work desk but we didn’t have time for that yet. And maybe something to sit down in the garden or an orchestrion but that would be too much work I‘m afraid…”

Thancred nodded. “Mh, that’s a shame! I think some music would make this place even more cozy…”

(If by cozy he meant the untidy chaos A’viloh had turned their house into these last few days…)

“Right?”, the Miqo’te agreed excitedly. It was disgusting.

Rael had enough of this nonsense. They knew that it would get ugly if they had to hear only a single more word of this conversation. But just as they were about to leave with an inappropriate remark, telling themselves not to care about Thancred being a horrible person and A’viloh being an idiot, all of their linkpearls started to chime at once.

Surprised they stared at each other and then answered the call more or less simultaneously. Minfilia was on the other end of the connection asking if they all could come to the Rising Stones. Then she shortly explained that there had been new information and that all of them were to meet as soon as possible to plan their next move.

Her tone had been serious and all of them knew that this could only either mean one threat or another. While Rael went to the living room table to pick up their grimoire from beneath a heap of papers, Thancred excused himself saying that he would check a few of his own sources before meeting them later.

Rael threw a few things into a bag and went upstairs to change clothes. When they returned some minutes later A’viloh was wandering through the living room with a puzzled expression on his face, ice cream bowl in one hand (of course he wouldn’t let that go to waste!) and lifting the sofa cushions one by one with the other.

Rael sighed. “What are you doing??”

“Please tell me you’ve seen any of my weapons somewhere…”

[starfish-sonnyangel]

!! major aurora's end spoilers !!

this might just be peak delusion but in auri's flashback thingy with her sister in the echo, she says callie looks like she’s around her mid-thirties which would be the age she was in 2177, the year fin/scar/zila time travel to in aurora's end (i’m assuming she was around 15/16 when auri left for octavia in 2160, making callie in her early 30s in 2177). that could be why fin/scar/zila were sent back in time to such a specific date, because that eshavren crystal that transported them there was mentally connected w auri OK THE MORE IM EXPLAINING IT THE LESS ITS MAKING SENSE but ur catching my drift right. OR the reason auri mentally went to a time where callie was such a specific age was bc of scar/fin/zila’s time travel. i cant decide which is the dependent variable and which is the independent but i feel like there’s smth here.

[itspileofgoodthings]

Porfiry telling Raskolnikov that at least he was honest and in one bound took the furthest leap to put his theory to the test of actual action——

[xamaxenta]

Pkmn professor portgas

[yuri-is-online]

Just out of curiosity, what are your requests?

mega oof

"Your Name is?" with Jamil, Lilia, and Grim

A very long request featuring the first three dorms that is going to take me some time. I know where I want to go with it but getting a grasp on how long I want each entry to be is eluding me at the moment

Octavinelle and Scarabia going insane at how soft and intimate Yuu is being with them and begging them to reject their feelings properly only to find out Yuu thought they were dating for some time now because he said "the moon looks beautiful tonight" a certain amount of time ago

Ortho learning about holiday traditions from Yuu. I am probably going to bump this one to the front of the line to have it out before Christmas. (I am sort of tempted to make it about tree decorating but that makes me want to bring up the Christmas pickle and idk if that's something people commonly know about)

That's it. I am planning on doing the first entry for my 800 follower celebration and then probably the Ortho fic over the weekend.

[praetoravila]

you all @ me when you finish this chapter LOL