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[graedari]

*pulls up a chair*

Hi

Corb Thoughts™️

I know he's the main character and everyone has said everything on this man at this point- BUT ITS MY TURN

Corvo can just hold such an important place in my heart and in my head at all times. He's just such an interesting character and I want to chew on him like a piece of gum.

First of all- his entire character being based on being sacrifice after sacrifice of his own autonomy to be helpful/useful to those around him- starting as early as 16 when he won the Blade Verbena (and in my own personal interpretation of the event partially to help get his family some money after the loss of his father and Beatrici leaving). And then immediately getting recruited as a Junior Officer for the Grand Guard. And only from there is he granted practically as a political gift to Gristol. (hey what the fuck! Did he get any say in that???)

And then his mom fucking dies like two weeks into being in Dunwall??? Do you think they let him go do any sort of service??? I think about this a lot.

AND NOT EVEN A YEAR LATER THEY MADE HIM ROYAL PROTECTOR. Before he was 20- before this man's brain could fully develop into an individual and well-rounded adult- he time and time again was made to prioritize everything over himself (this is going to fuck a person up!!!!)

I just think it's such an interesting part of him that the game never really touches on like in detail. That he likely views himself as very expendable if it means that it justified the means to the end of protecting/serving a mission he was told. (He's got incredible fucking skill thankfully that it's unlikely he'd die but y'know)

And thinking about him and Jess I JUST FUCKING IMPLODE. He loved her SO FUCKING MUCH. I just agshdjdkdlflf. This man drank so much respect women juice and I respect him so much for that. Thinking about them on their boat rides in the mornings of Jessamine's birthday 🥺🥺🥺 it's giving Wesley from Princess Bride and I'm going to throw up thinking about it. AND HIM WITH EMILY???? AWAAUUUUHHHHH

I think about all the ways that the vagueness of whether or not Emily knew in the first game could go. (I do believe she had her suspicions but no one confirmed them until like the end of the game- especially given her line of asking Corvo if he'd marry her if he didn't marry Jess 💀)

Just the things this man wouldn't go through for his family.

And GOD thinking about everything he went through in the first game- 6 months of torture. 6 months. And he gets right fucking up to break out given his chance- his only fucking piece of hope that someone can help him get things even a bit of a semblance back to how they were?

And he put trust in those people. And then they poison him

Hey.

What the fuck

I could write an entire essay on the implication of the poisoning of Corvo Attano and developing trust issues he incurred because of them (and it's vaguely getting written into something with my gf 💕)

But just thinking about everything that happened to him and in the sense of a Low Chaos Run- just HE STILL FINDS A WAY TO SHOW MERCY IN THE LAPSE OF WHAT THE UNIVERSE SHOWED HIM- HE SHOWED THEM MERCY!!!! A MAN WHO COULD NOT BRING HIMSELF TO SINK SO LOW AS TO THE LEVEL OF THOSE AROUND HIM WHO WRONGED HIM AT EVERY TURN- A MAN WHO HAD HIS ENTIRE ADOLESCENCE/YOUTH ROBBED OF HIS OWN AUTONOMY!!!

HE! STILL! SHOWS! MERCY!

Ughhhh and this isn't even TOUCHING DH2 YET BECAUEE I HAVENT FINISHED IT!!!!

I could go on longer but brain tired! Please hmu if anyone wants any dh thoughts 🥺

Hope you enjoyed the read bb💕

tell me about your favorite dishonored characters. go ham about them. do it

[dufferpuffer]

First of all, I need to express my love for you and how grateful I am for your deep understanding of Lupin and Snape's characters. You're the first person I see that loves them both while also acknowledging their flaws and not trying to sugarcoat Lupin's toxicity (again, thank you)

Secondly, it is because of your great comprehension towards them that I'd like to see your opinion on this. We don't talk enough about Lupin's shitty and completely uncalled for behaviour towards Snape during PoA (and just how well Snape handles it, because God knows most people would have snapped, and he had more reasons than anyone to do so, but only intervened when CHILDREN'S safety was compromised)

What do you think would've happened in a world where, instead of taking Lupin's bullying and mocking during PoA, he returns it just as smoothly and doesn't just let the man walk over him? What of an alternative universe where Snape just says "you know what? Fuck it, I'm a loser but you're no better" and despite still being terrified afraid of Lupin, he also resents him and subtly puts him back in his place every time he pulls the usual shit? (While also keeping his distance because he doesn't want that man anywhere near him)

Would have Lupin gotten angry? Would he get cold feet and keep the distance too because he can't handle Snape actually fighting back? Would this turn into a toxic asf enemies to lovers dynamic with all the passive-agressive exchanges, backhanded compliments and constant fight for dominance in the situation?

Seriously, love your blog 💕 Hope you're well and thriving

Thankyou for the love :') I love the boys, and without their complex layers of toxicity and trauma the boys just wouldn't be The Boys anymore. Lupin's softness is nothing without his sharp edges after all. Its been awhile since I read PoA. Its the next one i'm reading to my boyfriend. But this is a really interesting fic idea!!! Such a small change - but potential big consequences...? Remus is a coward, but in PoA he was spoiled with getting his own way - and things generally went really well for him. I flicked through some of the chapters where they interact, so this isn't perfect - but what if Snape did snap back every time Remus tried to press him...? He was told to keep the werewolf's secret - not to allow himself to be bullied again. ((This this turned into a looooong look into their dynamic. Oopsy.))

Remus Lupin and the Nasty Man who Wont Let Things be Easy for Him

Chapter 7,

Remus arrives ~fashionably late~ to class so he can surprise the kids: 'only bring your wands (no lame textbooks) for a practical.' He is confident, a little playful - dealing with Peeves effortlessly. (His father specialized in things like poltergeists and boggarts, after all.) The kids think he is cool! He already knows all their names! He is glowing with pride just to be there. So adorable I love him. He has 100% been bouncing on his heels with nerves and excitement to teach this lesson. There is no way he was ACTUALLY late - he just wanted to appear aloof.

He wants to be cool - and fun - and comforting - and safe: Why else have the first lesson be getting the kids to face the scariest thing they can imagine under HIS warm protection...? Albus is definitely his role model - they have the same manipulation tactics. Very different to Snapes 'get it right or else' lesson beforehand. He is safe. He is SO safe. He is The Safest Man. He's learned all their names already, isn't that nice of him?? Now he can learn all their fears, too - and he can soothe them!!! How well planned, Mr Lupin… Warm, soft, fluffy Mr. Lupin. So capable and so sweet… He could NEVER be a monster! Nobody will EVER suspect he is a monster...

As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, ‘Leave it open, Lupin. I’d rather not witness this.’ He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, ‘Possibly no one’s warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear.’ Neville went scarlet. Harry glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers. Professor Lupin had raised his eyebrows. ‘I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation,’ he said, ‘and I am sure he will perform it admirably.’ Neville’s face went, if possible, even redder. Snape’s lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap.

Though Snape was still being nasty about the previous lesson - this was a HELPFUL comment more than it was a jeer at Neville. He almost didn't say anything at all - but turned on his heel at the last second. He knows Remus was irresponsible with danger in his youth and is new to teaching. So he gives him a tip: 'Longbottom is difficult to manage. Granger is capable and trustworthy. Pair them together if you must.'

...Honestly he was basically setting Lupin up to look good. Anything Remus said would have seemed lovely, even a terse "Yes, well, thankyou Professor. We will see about that." ...But Lupin politely and confidently spat back. Always politely. He wasn't rude to Snape, but the meaning was clear: 'Back off, Severus. I decide what my students can handle.'

Snape's lip curled. (That's his version of a sneering little smile) 'Oh yeah? Good luck with that.' The amount of body language these men talk through, both masters of hiding their intentions and emotions with masks - they fence with words and actions.

How could Snape snap back without seeming like he was lashing out...? Remus bullies by asserting dominance in a way that makes others seem like they're being mean to gentle widdle Wupin if they retaliate, or are being silly if they defend themselves. Remus is desperate for his students to have confidence in him. To think of him as their sweet savior. To soothe his worries of posing a danger to them, of being rejected, of being suspected…

Snape’s lip curled. "…Then I wish you good luck, Mr. Wolf." he drawled as he left, shutting the door with a snap.

…Maybe that treads the line of what he is allowed to say. Remus would scramble to Dumbledore's office in a panic, to get him to warn Severus not to play silly games... but he would have to do that later, in secret - away from the kids. In the immediate - he would stammer to remind them: "Of course, Lupin means 'Wolf' in French… Snape is just making a little joke!" But god, what a way to knock him off-balance-!

I don't think it will change how the lesson goes. If anything, Lupin will be more keen to push Neville to humiliate Snape via his Boggart. Especially knowing he will soon be seeing Snape's lip curl in triumph as he gets told off by Dumbledore - because Remus snitched. How humiliating, getting a 'teacher' involved. (They're little boys at heart.) There is nothing Snape likes more than humiliating a bully. Every time 'Boggart' is mentioned Snape has the sweet memory of seeing Lupin look so pathetic in-front of Dumbledore, his role model. Every time a kid calls him 'Mr Wolf' as a joke... Remus will have to pretend he 'doesn't mind much', but gently insist they use his real name, please. He will know to tread carefully around Severus.

Chapter 8,

Harry is at a low point emotionally. He is having a good chat with Lupin, who seems to understand him better than other teachers. Though, Lupin is still speaking vaguely, making allusions - much like Dumbledore.

'Sit down,’ said Lupin, taking the lid off a dusty tin. ‘I’ve only got teabags, I’m afraid – but I daresay you’ve had enough of tea leaves?’ Harry looked at him. Lupin’s eyes were twinkling. ‘How did you know about that?’ Harry asked.

If it didn't say 'Lupin' you'd 100% believe Albus said that - complete with twinkling eyes and an awestruck Harry. ((This is making me wanna do a whole thing comparing how Albus and Remus act)) Anyway - In this cozy atmosphere, where Remus is enjoying being the object of Harry's awe, and not telling him he was his parents' close friend...

He was interrupted by a knock on the door. ‘Come in,’ called Lupin. The door opened, and in came Snape. He was carrying a goblet, which was smoking faintly, and stopped at the sight of Harry, his black eyes narrowing. ‘Ah, Severus,’ said Lupin, smiling. ‘Thanks very much. Could you leave it here on the desk for me?’ Snape set the smoking goblet down, his eyes wandering between Harry and Lupin. ‘I was just showing Harry my Grindylow,’ said Lupin pleasantly, pointing at the tank. ‘Fascinating,’ said Snape, without looking at it. ‘You should drink that directly, Lupin.’ ‘Yes, yes, I will,’ said Lupin. ‘I made an entire cauldronful,’ Snape continued. ‘If you need more.’ ‘I should probably take some again tomorrow. Thanks very much, Severus.’ ‘Not at all,’ said Snape, but there was a look in his eye Harry didn’t like. He backed out of the room, unsmiling and watchful. Harry looked curiously at the goblet. Lupin smiled.

Aka. Severus walks into the beasts den and finds a pup. Have you ever seen Severus act so polite? So appeasing? So... dare I say... submissive? Even Harry knew something was up - worried Snape was acting meek because he was trying to POISON Remus. (Only in his dreams.)

And Remus-! All smiles! Harry is looking into the goblet? SMILE! 'I was showing HARRY, who is here in my office with us RIGHT NOW, my Grindylow! ...Oh, 'my' potion? Yes, yes... how kind. Lovely. Marvelous. Please and Thankyou and GET OUT.' Antsy. On edge. Calm twinkling eyes are now jaw-clenching smiles.

Lupin drained the goblet and pulled a face. ‘Disgusting,’ he said. ‘Well, Harry, I’d better get back to work. I’ll see you at the feast later.’

'How lovely Severus is to brew this innocent potion! I shall drink it now! Teehee, its a bit yucky~ Anyway Harry YOU SHOULD LEAVE.'

He just made the boy some tea, ready to have a heart-to-heart... and because Severus came in with his wolfsbane: screaming internally. On any other day, with any other person, Severus would have struck his pitchfork right into his chest and turned him over like hay. They are both defensive here. Cats circling each-other. Severus is SO spooked due to it being close to the Full Moon, entering a private room with Remus - and now having to speak carefully because The Lad is there - he just allows Remus to be the boss 'Yes, sir - on the desk? Of course...' He just wants to leave. No waxing gibbous werewolf temper. Adios.

...What about a Severus that see's Remus' fear of not being in control of the information in the room - of having Harry ask questions? How about he uses his own discomfort to fuel being a little bugger?

‘Come in,’ called Lupin. The door opened, and in came Snape. He was carrying a goblet, which was smoking faintly, and stopped at the sight of Harry, his black eyes narrowing. ‘Ah, Severus,’ said Lupin, smiling. ‘Thanks very much. Could you leave it here on the desk for me?’ Snape walked up to desk, his eyes curiously wandering between Harry and Lupin. ‘I was just showing Harry my Grindylow,’ said Lupin pleasantly, pointing at the tank. 'Right here would be marvelous.' He patted the the edge of the desk furthest from Harry with his fingertips. ‘...I rather think you should drink it now.’ said Snape, ignoring it completely. ‘Your little chat can wait till you recover, surely.’ ‘Yes, yes, I will-’ Lupin seemed a little flustered. His eyes darted to Harry's, and for a moment he thought he could see fear. Harry's stomach dropped a little as he peered curiously at the goblet. ‘I made an entire cauldronful,’ Snape continued. ‘Since you will be needing more than this for your... particular condition-’ ‘Yes, Thankyou, Severus.' Lupin spoke firmer now, cutting him off. Harry had never seen his gaze look so sharp. 'I'll take more tomorrow, then.’ There was an odd standoff between them. Snape's head tilted as he opened his hand for the goblet, but kept his distance. The edge of Lupin's smile strained for a moment before he tipped the strange, steaming brew back and started to drink. Harry had a mad urge to knock the goblet out of his hands. ‘Ugh... Pity sugar makes it useless...’ he almost choked taking one last hurried gulp, leaning to hand the smoking goblet over. ‘Indeed. A pity.’ said Snape, lip curling into a smug hook. There was a look in his eye Harry didn’t like. 'Potter - I highly recommend you leave the Professor alone now to rest.' He turned sharply, cloak flowing behind him as he left. The smoke left a funny smell in his wake. Harry looked to Lupin. There was so much to say he was tongue tied! Does he warn him that Snape wants his job? Does he ask about the potion? A part of him even wanted to comfort his teacher. Adults didn't usually have this much trouble with Snape... ‘Well, Harry, he is right - I’ve been feeling a bit off-colour recently. I’ll see you at the feast later.’ Lupin stood quickly, gesturing him to leave. ‘...Right,’ said Harry, putting his empty teacup down.

I think, if anything, Harry being there would have made Severus bolder. Remus, at the end of the day, can't bring himself to start fights. To refuse to drink the potion would make him look like a child. Rather than seeming like he has a foot up on Snape he now seems a little... pathetic. Infront of the boy he wanted to impress.

Severus is cornering Remus to drain his confidence. He isn't threatening to out him - but he is speaking as if he might, keeping Remus on his toes while staying completely innocent. He is playing Remus' game against him, and is better at it. He has the advantage of far less to hide - and far less to prove.

Chapter 14,

This is the one where Remus and Snape have their grand sparring match about the Marauders Map, but I wanted to add something to what Snape says to Harry beforehand:

‘What did you say to me, Potter?’ ‘I told you to shut up about my dad!’ Harry yelled. ‘I know the truth, all right? He saved your life! Dumbledore told me! You wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for my dad!’ Snape’s sallow skin had gone the colour of sour milk. ‘And did the Headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father saved my life?’ he whispered. ‘Or did he consider the details too unpleasant for precious Potter’s delicate ears?’ Harry bit his lip. He didn’t know what had happened and didn’t want to admit it – but Snape seemed to have guessed the truth. ‘I would hate you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter,’ he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. ‘Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you – your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn’t got cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts.’ Snape’s uneven, yellowish teeth were bared.

I think Snape would actually be surprised that Lupin hadn't told Harry anything about his father. That HE had told him more about James than ANYONE else had bothered to! He would have expected Harry would now know all sorts of stories where they humiliated him... Unless maybe that was part of a deal? He doesn't talk about werewolves - Remus doesn't talk about his past...? Regardless - I don't think Snape would think it too revealing to say this:

'I suppose your new favourite teacher's painted a very different image of your father. All the better to win your precious trust.'

I think he would be confused that Harry was confused - before getting him to turn his pockets out. It would plant a seed of doubt in Harry's mind: Lupin was keeping BIG things from him.

He strode across to his fire, seized a fistful of glittering powder from a jar on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames. ‘Lupin!’ Snape called into the fire. ‘I want a word!’ Utterly bewildered, Harry stared at the fire. A large shape had appeared in it, revolving very fast. Seconds later, Professor Lupin was clambering out of the fireplace, brushing ash off his shabby robes. ‘You called, Severus?’ said Lupin mildly. ‘I certainly did,’ said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode back to his desk. ‘I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this.’ Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs were still shining. An odd, closed expression appeared on Lupin’s face. ‘Well?’ said Snape. Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking. ‘Well?’ said Snape again. ‘This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic. This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine Potter got such a thing?’ Lupin looked up and, by the merest half glance in Harry’s direction, warned him not to interrupt.

First of all: "A large shape had appeared in it, revolving very fast." Excuse me? 'Revolving very fast?' What direction?? That's fucking hilarious

Severus knows that Lupin made this parchment. He recognized the nicknames. Snape is better with Dark Magic than Lupin, Harry especially suspects Snape is keen on Dark Magic - it is ridiculous to call Lupin there to inspect the map, and everyone knows it. Snape wants to corner Lupin (for once) and get him to slip up about letting Black into the castle. Remus, of course, puts on another mask so he doesn't react to anything - and shoots Harry an 'I've got this' glance. Which is all very well and good for a confident Remus that's had Severus under his heel all year... But OUR Severus? The Severus that's made Remus look (and feel) wimpy? ...I think they're both going to get a shock.

‘Full of Dark Magic?’ he repeated mildly. ‘Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anybody who tries to read it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine Harry got it from a joke-shop –’ ‘Indeed?’ said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger. ‘You think a joke-shop could supply him with such a thing? You don’t think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?’ Harry didn’t understand what Snape was talking about. Nor, apparently, did Lupin. ‘You mean, from Mr Wormtail or one of these people?’ he said. ‘Harry, do you know any of these men?’ ‘No,’ said Harry quickly. ‘You see, Severus?’ said Lupin, turning back to Snape. ‘It looks like a Zonko product to me –’ Right on cue, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out of breath, and stopped just short of Snape’s desk, clutching the stitch in his chest and trying to speak. ‘I – gave – Harry – that – stuff,’ he choked. ‘Bought – it – in Zonko’s – ages – ago …’ ‘Well!’ said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. ‘That seems to clear that up! Severus, I’ll take this back, shall I?’ He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. ‘Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay. Excuse us, Severus.’

To Harry - Lupin didn't seem to know what Snape was talking about. He is stunned as the teachers have their little battle - as Severus tries not to say too much, and Remus lies through his teeth about things he doesn't need to lie about. His name is written on it. Dumbledore would know who 'Moony' is. Given the chance to defend Lupin, Harry and the Weasleys would come clean on how they got it. But OUR Harry? He knows Lupin is keeping secrets. He cuts off conversations when he feels stressed, he stammers excuses for odd behaviour - and now Snape has suggested he knew James more intimately than just 'being friends at Hogwarts' - yet has told him nothing of note. He might be a little protective of Lupin, but he has never trusted any adult fully... and he is starting to smell the lies.

‘You mean, from Mr Wormtail or one of these people?’ he said. ‘Harry, do you know any of these men?’ ‘No,’ said Harry quickly. ‘You see, Severus?’ said Lupin, turning back to Snape. ‘It looks like a Zonko product to me –’ 'But you do, right? Professor?' Harry cut him off. The silence was palpable. Remus' soft smile was missing at he stared back, wide-eyed. Snape was just as speechless. He realized, with a sickening drop in his stomach, he had essentially just come to Snape's defense. Before anyone could say anything more, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out of breath, and stopped just short of Snape’s desk, clutching the stitch in his chest and trying to speak.

Harry does what Severus has done all year: Snapped back at Remus' attempts at bullshitting. It's Remus' fear: his student is suspicious of him. Severus is just plain confused. He never thought James Potter's son would jump in to take his side on anything... he hasn't had anyone on his side all year, either. Not that thats unusual. Is this history repeating? A Potter defending Severus from Remus...? Nah. Not quite. (Not posting the original quote - because it's long. Remus says he met the mapmakers, and that they would have wanted to lure Harry out - but otherwise just tells him off like a good little teacher - leaving Harry feeling guilty.)

Harry didn’t dare look at Snape as they left his office. He, Ron and Lupin walked all the way back into the Entrance Hall before speaking. Then Harry turned to Lupin. ‘So you do know them.’ Harry asked directly. 'That's why Snape called for you. Your name is on it.' Lupin looked pained for a moment, like he was sucking on a sherbert lemon. ‘That is correct.’ said Lupin shortly. He glanced around the empty Entrance Hall and lowered his voice. ‘I helped make the map. It was a long time ago. Last I knew of its whereabouts it was confiscated by Mr Filch.’ he said not looking any less pained about having to say it. Ron looked amazed, but Harry's expression hardened as Lupin continued. ‘I don’t want to know how it fell into your possession. I am, however, astounded that you didn’t hand it in. Particularly after what happened the last time a student left information about the castle lying around.’ Harry was too keen for explanations to let him continue. ‘Why did you lie?’ Harry asked sharply. 'If Snape knows one of the names was you, why lie about it?' ‘Because …’ Lupin hesitated, for longer than was comfortable. ‘because... I didn't want you thinking I was suspicious.' Lupin smiled, chuckling slightly as he continued. 'Theres a dangerous man about, Harry! One who wants to lure you out of school-’ ‘One of your friends.’ said Harry, correcting him - and getting more indignant. 'Is his name on the map too? What about my father?' ‘...You're quite sharp, aren't you.’ he said slowly, his smile falling as he looked at Harry more seriously than ever before. 'Yes, they are. It was a long time ago, as I said.' 'Give it back.' Harry snapped, reaching for the map - but Lupin snatched it away. 'I can’t let you have it back, Harry.' Harry's jaw stiffened. Ron looked almost disgusted. 'You said his dad's, yeah? He has a right to it!' ‘I have a right to it too, as one of its makers!' Lupin stopped himself, as if catching that he sounded ridiculously petty. '...I covered for you, Harry - at risk to myself. You can't expect me to do it again. I cannot make you take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the Dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them – gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.’ He walked away quickly, leaving no room for a response. Harry felt far worse than he had at any point in Snape’s office. 'Sounds more like he was covering for himself...' Ron mumbled, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

I wanted a Harry hurt by Remus' lies. Harry never quite see's his teachers bad qualities while he is at school - because he is only 13. But if Snape being a snappy little bugger has one consequence: It's eroding Remus' projection of a confident man without secrets. Harry can sometimes ignore things he isn't directly interested in, but he is interested in both Remus and Snape. He wouldn't miss that. With some added defensive Ron, because Ron is a good lad.

There are many ways to spin this to be more overt, I took a very soft-handed approach that hasn't ended up changing too much. Baseline, I think: Remus would bend the knee to Severus more often than not. His one true goal is to look good - and Severus' goal is to not let him do that. Snape is BETTER at these games than Remus is. Remus has Dumbledore on his side to stop Snape from getting too loose-lipped, but we all know Snape is clever, witty, petty and vindictive. He finds ways around the rules and does his best to get information to the children that will keep them safe. The only thing holding him back is a slight fear of Lupin. If Remus were to confront Snape, beyond dragging him into a Dumbledore meeting, it would be a 'pretending to be nice, full of backhanded-compliments and cheeky remarks' argument in private. In Snapes office, so Remus can leave rather than have to demand Snape leaves. Because the moment Snape actually becomes angry he would leave - with one last biting remark, so he can feel like he had the upper hand.

....Is this like.... what you wanted? I sorta fell off the deep end... I feel like I've been on some sort of bender...

[towerartt]

Handsome Jack 8, 12 ❤️‼️

ouhhh so sorry this took me so long to answer...

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

I’ll tell you if you promise not to get mad at me💔

A big chunk of the fandom wrongly views him as the Capitalism Incarnated, while he is quite obviously simply a product of the psychopathy breeding system. Jack’s psychopathy is a reaction to a crime that is uniquely capitalistic. Angel’s kidnapping is a crime of greed. He is, as every Borderlands character, uniquely traumatised by the world he was born into. Borderlands shows what capitalism does to men. Jack is not much different from the psychos/bandits of Pandora. For both, the planet is a prison. Psychos choose to assimilate, and Jack chooses to destroy it. He is the universal threat; neither the poor Pandorians nor the elite are safe from him. 

But does the distinction matter? I believe so. This affects the narrative as a whole. 

We can choose to see Jack as Capitalism, and we get to kill him, and then we all go out for milkshakes. Simple and up-lifting, and very American. But to me, Borderlands is largely pessimistic. Honest people die, the leaders are either cowardly or evil, and the oppressed are often gross, stupid, and difficult to sympathise with. And we cannot kill capitalism, so we kill a scapegoat in its place. The world of Borderlands is fixed: Jack’s death does not affect the status quo; it only frees the tyrant spot for the new, yet-to-come aggressor. This is less satisfying, isn’t it.

(Possibly I am overanalysing a silly shooter game that isn't concerned with a critique of capitalism/colonialism deeper than a simple and straightforward “It is very bad.”)

And despise is a strong word. Interpret him however you want. What I truly despise is haters going "Why are you Jack's apologist?" because he activates my maternal instincts! Next question.

+ personal nitpick. The "Is he/is he not a tragic hero" debate. Girls NONE of you are using the same definition of neither hero nor tragic. I hope a huge asteroid takes out all of us.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I have soo many so I'll just drop a few here that I haven't talked about before mkay <3

Uncharacteristically (and unsurprisingly) squeamish about burnt flesh. Nisha once brought him a scorched hand after some village burning (it looked kinda funny she thought it would make him laugh how was she suppose to know he is so goddamn sensitive) and he started gagging when she dropped it on his desk. When she gets really mad at him, she dumps some burnt remains at his apartment (she loves him dearly btw)

He journals a lot. Partially because, in his opinion, it is a very Great Leader activity, but also because Angel cannot pry into what he has written down on the pages. He knows this deeply annoys her. She can see everything, and she knows everything except for her father's thoughts. Sometimes Jack makes Angel echo him and patiently wait while he finishes his entry to really rub it in. He sometimes draws her.

I hope this is comprehensible. Part of Jack’s mythos being that he only has scars on his front, kinda like Alexander the Great, because a real hero always bravely faces his enemies. But actually, his back is a mess of scars from childhood. Wouldn’t that be fucked up?? All his fanatics are like "Erm, Jack would never ever let anybody get him from behind because he is SUPER cool and smart, and he never runs away from a fight <33" I think this would add to his inferiority complex.

Thank you for this ask💕 Ouhhh I love talking about this guy

[flowercrowngods]

Hiya!

Soooo i have no idea how but I only just found your work yesterday through your recent angsty quiet yearning ficlet and it blew me the fuck away. Now I'm spending my time (in between meetings, on the tram, while brushing my teeth, you name it) slowly working through your ao3 starting with the oneshots and saving the big guns for the end to be able to savor your style of writing, point fo view and characterisation for as long as possible.

I've read many a steddie fics but your writing just hits different. Thank you thank you thank you for sharing!!!

💕💕💕

first of all, hi 🥺🤍 your message had me stupid grinning this morning (and all day tbh), thank you so much! i’m happy you liked my yearning hours fic and my style of writing. that means so much to me, i’m really really grateful! 🥺🥰

but also i suck at posting things to ao3, it’s all just scattered on my tumblr writing tag (i should do a comprehensive masterlist one of these days huh). so i’ve taken the freedom to just go and collect the tumblr steddie fics of mine that you might like. no pressure to read any of them, obviously, just know they’re here (but also i think 3am phone call and car ride in love are, like, the softest things i’ve ever written, so know that)

i hope you have the most wonderful day, i’m gonna continue soaking in your sweet sweet words 🥺🤍

🌷 mostly soft or floaty fics

first kiss

car ride in love

stargazing

3am phone call

rambly steve in love

sick fic (established relationship and its really all just domestic fluff)

🌷 (hurt/)comfort, yearning, etc

the yearning fic of course

insomniac eddie & human weighted blanket steve

Eddie being inexperienced at relationships (established relationship, he’s just figuring things out)

‘You’d be a great dad’ (established relationship)

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

oh my god. Did u just say that Taerae's chapter is gonna be DEVASTATINC?????? Help me. r u rly gonna do this to kkultaerae #1... but take ur time w the chapter make sure to take lots of breakfs & take care of urself 😊

i used to stream and vote every day. bur only for zb1 and p1h. i talk abt kpop all the time to my non kpop irls and just force them to listen. LOL its fun that they know who taerae is now. do u have a lot of online friends that u can talk to abt kpop? what other grps do u like?

i atarted watching bc i think the lineup is rly interesting and im not attached to any of them. except i rly like this guy named inhwan now bc his performance moved me to tears 😭 (ive NEVER cried purely bc of a vocal performance before!) but its sooo reaosnable that ur not watching it. keep ur peace!!

hope ur doing well! sleep for at least 8 hours, have 3 meals every day, & drink lots of aater ❤

xoxo, 🎻

i’m currently trying to tone down the devastation of taerae’s part!! i’m gonna save some of the emotion for his alternate ending now, i think it belongs there instead 😭 but it will still be kind of devastating i think.

for my birthday, i asked my best friend to listen to me give an hour long powerpoint about my favorite groups and she did. and she recently started tutoring one of stray kids’ lawyers!!! how insane is that. she only knew who they were after i taught her about them so i think i deserve a lot of credit

honestly, i don’t really have any online friends. for some reason, i don’t think i was really good at making friends that way?? especially in a setting that’s like a big group message… it was really socially daunting for me even though i liked all the people! i’ve had some individual online friends throughout the years that were so lovely but ya know, things just naturally fade.

my other ult groups are skz and bts, and behind them are nct (specifically 127) and ateez. i also love mont and bnd.

but my new favorite group, who have taken over my brain functioning temporarily, is riize.

i don’t know what happened but i took one look at sohee and i was done for. i’ve now ordered merch, started watching their variety show, made a new blog for multistan writing which i’ll eventually post on… i’m such a sucker 😭😭

i’m gonna watch some of the build up performances today!! i’ve heard they’re all pretty amazing so it can’t hurt to just watch the performances lol (10 hours later, is making a comprehensive spreadsheet for build up like i did with boys planet)

🩷💕 i’m doing well 🎻!! i hope you are taking care of yourself as well. sorry for the crazy long reply. 🩷💕

[aniket59]

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[kylejsugarman]

syd i love you i hope you let that you are the don't cry syd alive on this planet :) for me

anon im not sure about the comprehensibility of this message but its sentiment still resonates and i will :) for u. 💕

[englass]

Would you share some of walls; monster idea? 💕

Of course hun!!! Hope you're keeping well!! 🤗💖

This one is kinda... abstract? I don't know what happened honestly. I started it with a clear scene in mind but for whatever reason my brain floundered and it become... this. Not my best work, but at most I'll try to build something off of it or start from scratch with the premise. Either way, apologies if it's not all that comprehensible; apparently my brain decided to be vague T_T

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The walls of the corridor are white. Painfully bare and cold, sterile like an active lab. Clinical, impersonal, frighteningly soulless in the maze of liminal space.

The dead end rooms are no different. Few effects that may belong to the room's owner scattered in exact measures and lines, personal but so alien. No substantial amount of diversability. Rigid showrooms designed by inhuman hands, organised by some geometric algorithm than a considerate mind.

And those are only the offices. Little else to be said of the habsuites the occupants of this purgatorial prison call bedrooms; four walls and the basics of mortal need. Individuality suffocated by uniform white, patients angelic in their unintentional subservience. Well-being, physical and mental, the currency; the lead and collar.

The shackles and bars. 

Within the desolate passage your steps are light, subdued but echoing behind the nurse in front.

It makes you itch: the silence, the unnerving break of sound. The whole place is rotten, a breeding farm for paranoia and the rushing squeeze of anxiety. Where the fragile tragically crumble, and the stable are dangerously restless.

Still uncertain of where you sit, at which table you will choke at. Stable enough to keep quiet and lie, fragile enough to jump and cry at the irregular.

At the threat of dark ichor bleeding through the walls and corners, the awful texture of unfiltered gunk spilling from your throat, the pure terror of waking to tar drooling overhead from the open maw of a beast only you know and see.

Trapped and alone in the shade of your isolation, save for the creature that inadvertently put you here. That would have you a victim, to itself or this cursed facility. Whoever’s jaws snap first.

With the way It follows, stains the white of sterile walls with running streaks and bubbling splotches of black without truly showing itself. Stalking you and the oblivious nurse that cut you with her tone as a calculating predator does, you think you know what one will take you first.

What one will take you, in its twisted nature to save you.

[defiledheartsblog]

Hello! I just read the update and OMG! I was like giggling all the time because of the banter between MC and Marcus. Its double the kilig because I'm playing with a female MC. Especially the behind the curtain scene and the garden scene, ugh. That little shit. Love him. 😍💕

But I do have observations and I hope I don't sound rude! I really, really love your work I just want to share my thoughts and please tell me if I do sound rude or I'm being silly with bad reading comprehension and got it wrong! 🥺

I don't know if I missed it in the update but I feel like their closeness is sudden? Especially when MC tried to go to the Legate's room and in the garden when they talked about MC's siblings. I was like "why is Marcus so calm about this? Did I missed the scene where they talked about it?"

I feel like there should be like a scene where they talked about MC being Pictish and what MC's plan/doing in that place? I mean Marcus seems to know who her siblings are? Maybe she'll lie or make up something or just use her wiles, or beg Marcus for forgiveness. I don't know, it just feels so sudden to me I guess.

Again thank you for the update, I enjoyed it so much! I hope you're day will be awesome! 💕🌺

Hi! Thank you, I'm glad to hear that you liked it <3

I do appreciate your observations and from what I understand, you think there could be a scene where Marcus makes it clear that he knows who the MC is? I definitely see where you're coming and I'll see what to do with that. Marcus does fully know who the MC is and that they are there to murder him. However, I could make it more clear. The MC also acts like it's more obvious than it should be, perhaps, they've been suspecting but nothing's been confirmed. So, this is helpful, thank you for your feedback! <3

[tryingmyves]

Worthless

Ask:  congrats again on 60 followers!! can i request 9 with tenya please (romantic ofc i love him sm)! thank youuuuuu 💕 @peachiileaf

yay!! 9 is from one of my favorite poems, i’m so happy you picked this prompt! also.... uh.... i uh, accidentally made this like ~4k words i’m sorry the prompt is italicized

PAIRING: Tenya Ida x Y/N

c/w: lots of self doubt, anxiety mention, blood mention (very little)

a/n: i didn’t mean for this to be this long but it just kept going - hope you like it, also tagging @coleluuviida because i know she loves ida

It’s a widely held belief that all heroes are blessed with infallible confidence. And it’s a charming assumption, but it’s naive. Society wants to believe that the people who save them supersede the abundant malevolence of the world and its villains. In many cases it does. But for every crisis or catastrophe mitigated by heroes, there is a dilemma that ends in deadlock or dead bodies. It is not a pretty fact, although reality has never shied away from unpleasantness. Just as you do not shy away from your altruistic convictions. But convictions cannot be exchanged for confidence, and that is what you need most.

  Novice heroes typically lack the resolute self-assuredness of the pros, which is to be expected. However, you are now well into your third year at UA, and still you continue to minimize your merits, in addition to yourself. You’re quiet by nature, afraid that if you reveal yourself to others it will not be enough. A fear of rejection causing you to renounce the possibility of meaningful relationships before anyone could get close enough to truly know you. It is a lonely existence, but you chose it for yourself, over the minute possibility of not meeting someone’s expectations of you. And an even smaller part of you believes that you are undeserving of the time of others; of their friendship; their affection. It is hard to say where your bastardized self-perception spawns from. You are well loved by your parents, a hard-working student, an earnest hero in training, and strangers think you are kind despite your reserved disposition. And yet, you convince yourself that you are simply a charlatan masquerading as an idealized version of yourself. But once you are a hero, a true hero, perhaps then you can accept the praise of your peers, finally counting yourself among them.

Graduation is fast approaching, finals drawing near as well. Much to your dismay, the final for Practical Heroics 309 was announced to be a joint project. Predetermined pairs of students would develop and present a case study on the exponential growth of organized crime in the United States and the most effective means of deterrence. It is meant to foster cooperation between students who are soon to be intrepid heroes, collaborating through their agencies. Additionally, as the course name would imply, it tests how well you can apply your hero training in the world by identifying and solving major problems for society. As pro heroes this sort of case study would be far more common than a written test. You would have preferred a comprehensive final or even an essay, but you try not to dwell on it. You are paired with the class representative, Tenya Ida. He is a favorable partner, but his unrelenting, studious reputation sparks fears that you won’t be unable to contribute anything substantial to the project.

“L/N! Hello - it appears we will be working together for our final project,” he says, approaching your desk, “I wanted to ensure you had my contact information so we can schedule meetings to formulate our case study.”

As expected, he was deliberate and serious when it came to coursework. “Right, thanks,” you unlock your phone and hand it to Ida, “I tend to do most of my studying in the evening because the library is less crowded, but if that doesn’t work with your schedule I can adapt my study habits.”

He takes your phone, offering his to you in return, and begins to enter his number. “That’s very kind of you, but I believe evenings will work well. Would you like to meet tonight to get started?”

You enter your name and phone number into Ida’s phone, adding “Practical Heroics 309” to the contact information page to ensure he remembers who you are and why he has your number, “Sure. Does 8 o’clock work?”

“Perfectly. I’ll see you then,” he nods, exchanging phones with you once more before leaving with a small smile. 

You gather your things and leave the classroom, already mulling over ideas for the case study. You hate the idea of disappointing people and being partnered with Tenya Ida for your final project meant that you would have to always be one step ahead to meet expectations. The rest of the day is uneventful, with six weeks until graduation most classes hadn’t begun preparing for finals, but with the emphasis placed on practical applications of your heroic abilities, it wasn’t surprising the case study was assigned so early. With the school day finished, you go back to your dorm to do some preliminary research before your meeting with Ida. You change out of your uniform and into something more comfortable before grabbing a notebook and a plethora of multicolored pens. Opening your laptop, you hit play on your study playlist and get to work. As much as you dread group work, you were actually quite interested in the project. Organized crime has been on the rise in the United States for five years, but within the last two it has exploded. While Japan has also seen an increase of crime since All Might’s retirement, it was nothing as drastic as what was happening in the States. It didn’t take long until you were falling down a rabbit hole of research, bookmarking articles and hastily making notes. You are still lost in your research when the last song on your playlist comes to an end and your headphones are filled with silence. Only then do you glance at the clock and realize it’s already a quarter to seven. You didn’t intend to get so wrapped up in preliminary research, but you completely lost track of time. You organize your notes and pack them into your bag along with your laptop and headphones. After taking a moment to stretch your legs you head down to the kitchen area on the common floor. You prepare yourself a simple dinner and eat alone, watching the escapades of your classmates. By the time you finish it’s 7:20pm, so you head back to your room and grab your things. You didn’t want to risk keeping Ida waiting, plus if you arrived first you would get to pick the table.  

The walk to the library from your dorm only takes about ten minutes and you enjoy the tepid spring breeze on your journey. You arrive at the library and do a quick sweep through the various sitting areas, relieved to find Ida hasn’t arrived yet. Pleased that you will be able to sit in your favorite spot, you head to the periodicals section on the second floor. There’s a perfect little nook in the back corner of the section with a corner booth and a table big enough for two people. Best of all, people rarely came to this area of the library, so it was quiet and secluded. It quickly became one of your favorite places on campus after you found it in year one. You take some time to get your laptop and notes situated on the table and then pull out your phone to text Ida.

“Hi - It’s Y/N L/N. I got us a table in the library. Back corner of the periodicals section on the second floor.”

Before you can set your phone down you see three grey dots, signifying Ida’s pending response, “Wonderful! I will be there shortly. I apologize for keeping you waiting.”

You begin skimming through your notes from this afternoon, numbering the topics you’ve researched in order of perceived importance. Just as you finish your list, Ida comes smiling from behind the stacks.

He greets you with a small wave, “Hello, L/N,” he says in a hushed tone, conscious of the fact he’s in the library, “Thank you for finding a table for us. I didn’t realize there was one up here.”

“Most people don’t,” you respond, “I like it because it’s out of the way. I hope you don’t mind the odd spot.”

“Not at all!” he reassures you, sliding into the booth, “I prefer minimal distractions while studying so this is ideal.” He grabs his own supplies from his bag and sets them on the table in front of him, “So - the exponential growth of organized crime in the United States. It is a compelling topic and one of great concern to the hero community, but it’s also very broad. I think it would be best to first decide what approach we wish to take to our prompt.”

You nod at his conclusion, “I thought the same thing.” Sliding your notebook closer to Ida you begin, “we’ve also seen a substantial rise in crime here in Japan, but nothing as widespread as in the US. In fact, no other country has. I think that as a country the United States has a lot of factors that could be contributing to this. Namely, the division of wealth there is incredibly disproportionate which may spur those living on the cusp of poverty into less than ethical behaviors. Additionally, their culture is largely individualistic, while our society focuses on collectivism. I also am considering that the ever growing political division may be spawning more crime.”

You had been looking down at your notes while you summarized them to Ida, using a highlighter to point out what you were talking about. When you finish your summary you look up at your partner to find his mouth agape. He notices your eyes are now on him and clears his throat.

“Ahem - wow, L/N. You’ve already done some extensive research,” he says, “and it’s all�� so colorful.” He lets out a light chuckle motioning at your notebook.

“Oh, yeah. Uh, well I just wanted to be sure I was contributing,” you explain. “I-uh, like using different colors for each topic because it helps me associate my findings back to the right concept.”

“It can be a very effective study habit. I must confess, compared to your notes I am woefully underprepared for our meeting this evening. I apologize, L/N.” there is a slight melancholy look on his face as he finishes his statement.

“Oh, it’s alright, Ida. I just - I just got a little carried away this afternoon,” you offer, feeling guilty for already having troubled your partner, just not in the way you were expecting. “Did you have any ideas on how you want to approach the topic?”

“I’m actually quite taken with yours, particularly the societal difference between our two countries and the role of inequitable wealth distribution. Perhaps they could be the main focus of our project?” he inquires.

You nod, “It’s settled then.”

“By the way, please call me Tenya, L/N.” he says as you make a note of what the two of you had just decided.

“R-right. Tenya. Um, you should call me Y/N then,” you respond, the smallest of smiles gracing your lips. 

Tenya smiles back at you and the two of you settle into the booth a bit more. You spend the evening creating a rough outline of what you want the case study to be, and evenly dividing the work amongst the pair of you. Tenya offers to research the economic aspect of things, explaining he is fond of working with numbers. You happily agree to research the difference in culture between Japan and the United States, making a small comment about how you aren’t fond of economics. As the night goes on, you are a bit stunned that you are actually enjoying the prolonged company of Tenya. You had been nervous that you would have to calculate your every word to him, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of the class rep, but he was surprisingly easy to talk to. The pair of you stay in the library for a few hours before deciding to call it a night, feeling accomplished after a productive first meeting. And although Tenya’s dorm is in the same hall as yours, he makes a point to offer to accompany you back to the building due to the late hour. As you walk back together, Tenya thanks you for your ideas for the case study and the two of you schedule your next meeting. By the time you make it back to the comfort of your dorm room you are exhausted. You slough off your bag and change into your pajamas before clambering into bed. Sleep comes to you quickly, but before it does you think to yourself that perhaps this project won’t be so bad.

Over the next four weeks you and Tenya settle into a comfortable routine when it comes to working on your project. Initially, you only met a few nights a week; always at the library and always in the periodicals section. It felt a bit foreign at first, sharing your sacred study space with someone else. For nearly three years this spot was one of your most well guarded secrets, a place you came to escape everyone else and their expectations. And now you willingly invite Tenya in, pleased for his presence. The pair of you often walk to the library together from the dorms, but on the occasions that you don’t Tenya arrives earlier. Since your first meeting he did not want to keep you waiting again, and every time he chooses the same table, knowing your predisposition towards the spot. As the weeks progress, you meet more frequently, spending more time on the case study. More classes begin to assign projects and papers for finals as graduation draws closer, which consumes more of your time. Tenya invites you to his dorm for project work, stating that it would be more efficient than walking to and from the library and that you would not have to bring all of your existing research as far. You accept and knock on his door promptly at 8pm. He invites you in and you both set to work. You ask if you can play your study playlist while you work, explaining the music keeps you focused. He agrees and even nods his head along with some of the songs. After about an hour of work, Tenya stands and gets a drink from his mini-fridge, offering you a choice between orange juice, green tea, or water. You accept a water, commenting on how you prefer black tea. He nods, handing you a bottle and the both of you get back to work. As time goes on, the two of you find yourselves spending time together even outside of working on your case study. 

He joins you at lunch, noticing that you typically sit alone and the two of you are often spotted walking to and from classes together. You’ll study together even if you’re not working on the case study. He even friends you on Spotify, asking if you will make a joint playlist with him so he can add some songs to study to. You can’t help but feel foolish for not befriending Tenya sooner. He had been in your classes for three years now and you only really got to know him in the last month. You had wasted so much time because of fears that just melted away whenever he was near.

With only four days left until your presentation, you head to the library. You and Tenya were working on who would present what information for class and putting the finishing touches on the graphic you created for the presentation. You were running a bit late because you got distracted with folding your laundry. When you notice the time you quickly shove your belongings into your bag, sling it onto your shoulder, and dash out of your room. You’re practically running to the library. You feel guilty for being late, mentally rehearsing your apology to Tenya. You are so wrapped up in your own head you don’t bother to look at the world around you. You’re about halfway to the library when you step into a busy thoroughfare on campus without so much as a glance. Immediately a force crashes into the right side of your body, throwing you off your feet and sending you tumbling. Your bag flies from your shoulder, skittering across the concrete, sending your notes fluttering to the ground. Your body is spinning, scraping against the unforgiving ground. You can feel the concrete grating against your skin as you roll, but your mind is white, still trying to process what crashed into you. You finally come to a halt, roughly ten feet from where you had started. You slowly sit up, one hand on the side of your head, the fresh abrasions biting at your skin. Through dazed eyes you see a first year getting up off the ground next to a bike and you piece together that they must have been what hit you. You look to your other side, still gathering your bearings. Your body stiffens in distress. Your laptop’s screen is shattered and laying a foot from the keyboard it should be attached to, surrounded by pages that had ripped out of your notebook during your bag's journey to the ground. There are tears forming in your eyes as you realize everything you spent the last five weeks on was laying demolished on the ground with you. 

You shakily rise to your feet, the boy who hit you reaches forward to help steady you, but you’re already stepping away. Quickly you collect your belongings, shoving the corpse of your laptop into your bag and haphazardly snatching notes from the ground, before wheezing an apology over your shoulder. You limp back to your dorm in haste, your body aching in protest, trying to stave off tears for a little longer. You ignore the confused stares and looks of concern in the elevator to your floor. Opening your door, you drop your bag and fling yourself into bed, not bothering to lock the door or turn on the lights. Tears cascade from your eyes, streaking your face and leaving wet splotches on your pillow, while silent, but body wracking sobs hitch in your throat. Everything hurts and you’re certain you’re bleeding. Your mind is racing, your anxiety is already reading the verdict of the hypothetical trial you had constructed in your mind, in which you charged yourself as guilty. How could you have been so careless? You got distracted with folding your laundry you’d been procrastinating. You ran through campus not paying attention to anyone around you. You broke your laptop that had all the research for your project with Tenya. It was all your fault, you messed everything up, and he was going to resent you for it. It felt like you could cry forever. Consumed by your anxiety, you don’t hear your door open.

Tenya peaks into your door, initial curiosity turning to intense concern when he sees you. He rushes into your room and over to you, placing a large but gentle hand on your back, “Y/N?! What happened??”

You start at the sudden, unexpected touch, “T-Ten-, Ida, I’m so sorry!”

“What happened to you, Y/N?” he’s attempting to turn you to face him.

You sniffle, wiping your tears and hair from your face, before facing him, “I.. I was late! I was going to be late to meet you and I didn’t want to make you wait. I-I was running to meet you, but, but I didn’t see. I didn’t see this guy on his bike and - my laptop, our project. I’m so sorry!”

Tenya is bringing you to his chest now, “Shhh, Y/N. Y/N, slow down. Please just explain what happened to you. It’s okay.”        

You wretch yourself out of his grip, “ I’m so sorry, Ida. I.. I wasted all your time. You got stuck with me for six weeks and I made you think that I was helpful. Th-that we were friends and that I was a good partner, but I was late. And now, my laptop is ruined just like our project. I’m so worthless.” New tears are replacing the ones you had just wiped away.

Now Tenya’s body stiffens. “Don’t say that,” it comes out no louder than his hushed voice in the library.

“It’s true. I’ve kept to myself for years, so no one knows anything about me. Because… because if they did they’d know I’m not worth it.. I’m worthless!” you were always so careful with yourself; with your words; your emotions. But now you are standing, bleeding, scraped, and sobbing in front of the class rep, telling him all the lies your brain tells you.

“You like black tea,” Tenya states, the same way someone would say the sky is blue or grass is green.

The comment catches you off guard, “... what?”

“You like black tea. And you prefer to study in the evening because there’s not as many people in the library,” he responds. “You don’t like your food to touch and when you study you listen to classical music because song lyrics distract you. I know you take your notes in different colors because it helps you retain the information better. I know your favorite booth in the library and that you snore slightly because you once dozed off during a study session. And I know you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. You are not worthless, Y/N.”

You’re standing in silent bewilderment, unaware Tenya knew so many little things about you; that he cared enough to remember when you mentioned them or to notice them when you weren’t looking. You open your mouth to discount his statement, “But.. our final project is -”

“Is not as important to me as you are,” he finishes. He takes a small step towards you, his arms extended, “Now please, Y/N, can I make sure you’re alright?”

You nod wordlessly. Tenya steps forward and brushes a strand of hair away from your face. He inspects your wounds, gently grazing his fingers over your skin in a concerted effort to not cause you any more pain. Not finding injuries of dire importance he cups your face in his hands. His face is only a few inches from yours and he looks deeply into your eyes.

“You don’t appear to have a concussion, Y/N,” he no more than whispers.

“O-okay,” you breathe.

He wipes a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb, “You should rest. Would you like me to sit with you?”

You nod softly, head still held in his hands. He brings his hands to your shoulders, and helps you get situated in bed before sliding in next to you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting your head rest in the nook of his arm. You curl in closer to him, murmuring a thank you. He just holds you a little tighter and places a deep kiss to the top of your head.  

[babyybitchhh]

🎉Follower Celebration Event!!🎉

Wow! Never in a million years did I think so many people would be interested in my writing and I’m genuinely blown away by the support I’ve gotten through all the ups and downs of this blog. I’m indescribably thankful for each and every one of you, and when I saw how close I was to this milestone I decided I wanted to get my shit together and do some kind of celebration event with you guys. Details are outlined below so please feel free to give it a quick read and send something in! But most importantly: THANK YOU!! You guys are the best and I wish I could personally give each of you a hug!

🥺💕

Rules:

Since we’re celebrating 1000 followers, I will be doing 1000 word requests

As this is a NSFW blog 18+ only, please

I will be turning anon back on for the event

Per usual, I will default to a female reader unless otherwise specified

To avoid any confusion I’ve made some lists so please use these as an outline to build your request around! Think of it like a create your own sandwich kinda�� deal 😆

Dark content is allowed

1: The Bread (a.k.a, what I’ll be writing for)

Dr. Stone

Fire Force

Hero Academia

Hunter x Hunter

Jujutsu Kaisen

Naruto

One Piece

Pick a character from one of these titles! There isn’t anyone I just flat out refuse to write for but only one per request, please, unless you go with a poly scenario in which case pick two.

2: The Meat (a.k.a, how do you want it)

Arranged Marriage AU

Boss/employee

Canon compliant

Consensual

Dubcon

Enemies to lovers

Established marriage

Friends to lovers

Incest

Modern AU

Noncon

Poly

Pseudo incest (stepfather, stepsister, etc)

Teacher/student

Vampire AU

Yandere (I’ve never written this kind of thing before, but I’m interested in giving it a shot!)

Pick your vibe! More than one is fine where applicable. (ex. 'consensual pseudo incest' )

3: The Secret Sauce (a.k.a, what’s your kink)

Age play

Anal

Bondage

Blowjob

Cheating

Cunnilingus

Daddy kink

Face sitting

Femdom

Food play

Humiliation/degradation

Kidnapping

Knife play

Lactation

Master/slave

Medical play

Mommy kink

Orgasm control

Overstimulation

Period sex

Pet play (cat, dog, pig, etc)

Power imbalance

Pregnancy

Public sex

Rimming

Somnophilia

Spanking

Watersports

This isn’t a comprehensive kink list by any means and you’re more than welcome to shoot your shot with something I didn’t include here. The only things I absolutely will not write are scat, bestiality and vore.

Here’s an example of what your request might look like:

Bakugou + yandere + knife play

Or

Hisoka vampire AU with orgasm control

In the end I like to think I'm pretty flexible so if there's something I overlooked that you'd like to request, just let me know and I'll see what I can do as long as you follow the general outline! I’m at a pretty good place for this event and I decided to go with the 1000 word count specifically so I wouldn't get overwhelmed. This should also make wait times for fulfillment shorter, which is always a bonus. lol I'll leave the inbox open until July 16th, a week from now, and will make an announcement before its closed again to give everyone a chance to send something in.

And as always, thank you for all your love and support! You guys really are the best and I hope everyone has fun with this event, even if you decide not to participate. 🥰

[jayflrt]

i wrote you a long ass answer but forgot to wish you a HAPPY VALENTINE'S 💕 happy valentine's akka <3 also i asked my bestie to be my valentine and she agreed and i asked her, do you like me, like for real and she said — "lol" "i do 😂" the exact same message lmao. i think i slightly have romantic feelings for her but i think i'll see her just as a friend i guess :) also what enneagram type, like leaning to mbti type or something?? btw have a good day tomorrow (aka 15th) good night!!! — 🦔

AHAHA ITS OKAY if i’m gonna be honest i was thinking about jaehyun’s birthday more than i was thinking about valentine’s day 🤧 but happy belated valentine’s day to you too !! sending flowers and chocolates your way 🥰🌹

and omg that’s so cute :oo take your time to figure out your feelings, no rush !! 💘 i hope everything works out tho! 💕💕

also enneagram type is a personality test just like mbti but with 9 types :’) i’m type two and type seven i believe !! if you take the test here you’ll get a more comprehensive breakdown of your type but this is a little basic chart on it :o

so i’m supportive advisor and entertaining optimist 😵‍💫😵‍💫 sorta surprising bc i don’t think of myself as an optimist at all HAHA i think i’m more of a realist(??)

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Dizzy’s Navigation Guide

Hello Lovelies! I am long overdue for making a semi-comprehensible navigation guide so- in an attempt to please the gods of 2021- here goes nothing!

Dizzy’s Master List

Dinner at Dizzy's Master List

Dizzy’s Prompt List / Request Guidelines

Requests = Closed 

IF YOU ARE A MINOR BLOCK MY TAG — 18+ buckos — PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARIES OR ELSE I’LL HAVE TO MAKE MY ACC 18+

Some housekeeping:

My other blogs are @its-dizzydancingdreamer, @obx-paradiseonearth and @sweetpeasgirl, the former is my Alpha blog so often times when I comment it will be with that account and will be followed by “- Dizzy�� or “- Diz”! 

I try to check my inbox frequently but sometimes I just get lost in my own little world. I do my best to answer questions and write requests but I am, alas, only one woman. 

I have decided to delete my WIP list as I would much rather fall into the continual spiral of never knowing what has to be done when! 

I have an NSFW 18+ blog as well, the handle is @dizzy-after-dark and I commend any 18+, adult followers to check that out if you would like! Minors DNI!

I think I got my own hopes up writing this- I really am rather boring- but I hope this adds a semblance of order and function! I have put my tags in the tag box below! Until next time lovelies! 

Anon Emojis: 🌻 , ❤️ , nonnie, 💕

[seraphic-sapphic-safehaven]

febfem: is literally a term invented and used by transmisogynists. the word itself is derived from radfem. it is literally a synonym for radfem/terf

you: dni if u call urself that

clowns: oh so u want all bi women to date men??? u want all bi wlw to be straight and to be with men only????

anyway its sad 2 see ur dealing with these asses again, sending u all the love and support and i hope u find 20$ on the ground 🌼🌼

FORREAL!! Their reading comprehension skills fucking suck lmao. And thank you, sweet bean! I did find $1 on the ground not that long ago, so that was rad  💕

[squidokja]

hiii your secret santa here 🎅🏻 you're super sweet okay ty for asking about my week ❤️ it was alright but it's about to get a whole lot better because it's finally the weekend yaay! how have you been? and also here's another question i got for you - what do you think your anime faves all have in common? like what would you say is your weak spot when it comes to choosing faves? i'm curious about that one hehe i hope life is treating you well 💚

Hello santa!! 💕

Honestly ive been drowning in assignments and presentations but it went okay 😭. That's a really tough question and one I've never thought of before,, sometimes their aesthetics attract me but most of the time it's certain scenes in the show or the way the character is written and their whole development. I dont really have a specific thing that makes me like THAT character and its mostly me just clicking with them. I hope this was comprehensive.

I hope this week goes well for you!! And wishing you a good day/night! 💕💕

[mithliya]

as an actual lesbian, i hope you improve your reading comprehension one day so you’ll eventually figure out i was saying that i take issue with political lesbianism due to its lesbophobia, but i don’t believe women choosing not to date men is somehow hateful to men 💕

Political lesbianism is rooted in misandry and the fetishization of LGBT people (particularly lesbians and bisexual women it comes to it aka it’s “woke” homophobia and biphobia).