#i dont ask for exceptions i ask for understanding

[that-one-ostrich-friend]

hello!! i have a request for a kaz brekker fic if you’re feeling up to it!

I love the idea of kaz with a civilian/university!reader, so i was wondering if you could do something along those lines? maybe the reader is an academic and he comes to her for help with specific jobs? something domestic would be cute as well! (as domestic as kaz can be of course)

if you dont feel like writing it thats understandable! thank you :)

Pastries

kaz brekker x reader - pastries

word count: 1k

summary: a light night request calls for coffee and pastries

warnings: none

a/n: now i have a kaz fic that isn’t just angst!!

     The candle on Y/N’s desk flickered faintly as she bent over her notes, her fingers smudged with ink from hours spent untangling old Ravkan phrases for her linguistics assignment. Her dorm room was quiet except for the scratch of her quill and the occasional creak of the floorboards above. She paused, stretching her neck and glancing at the clock. It was nearing nine, and most of the other students had retreated to the university's common rooms or their beds.

     Just as she reached for her cup of tea—long gone cold—a knock echoed through her small room.

     She frowned. No one ever visited her this late.

     Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, Y/N crossed the room and unlatched the door. Standing on the other side was a figure she had come to know far better than she’d expected: Kaz Brekker, dressed in his usual somber attire, gloved hands occupied with a small paper bag and two cups of what looked—and smelled—like coffee.

     “Kaz?” Her surprise was evident in her voice. “What are you doing here? It’s late.”

     His sharp gaze flickered past her, scanning the room briefly before meeting her eyes. “I have something for you to look at,” he said simply.

     Y/N raised a brow, leaning against the doorframe. “And pastries?” she teased, nodding toward the bag. “That part of the job, too?”

     Kaz’s lips quirked, almost imperceptibly. “Consider it a peace offering. Are you going to let me in?”

     She stepped aside, motioning for him to enter. He limped in, his cane tapping lightly against the wooden floor. Her dorm was modest but cozy: shelves filled with books, a small bed in the corner, and a desk cluttered with papers. It wasn’t exactly the sort of place she imagined Kaz Brekker spent much time, but he’d made a habit of showing up over the past few months with scraps of coded text or foreign phrases that needed translating.

     “You didn’t send word this time,” she remarked, closing the door behind him.

     “It couldn’t wait,” he replied, setting the bag and drinks down on her desk.

     Y/N smirked as she returned to her seat, glancing up at him. “And here I thought you just missed me.”

     Kaz said nothing, but his silence was telling. His gloved hand retrieved a folded piece of paper from his coat and handed it to her. “It’s in Zemeni this time,” he said.

     She unfolded it, scanning the neat but unfamiliar script. “Zemeni? That’s new for you.”

     “New job, new problems,” he replied, taking the seat opposite her.

     Y/N glanced at the pastries. “And you brought coffee,” she mused, pulling the bag closer. “You are trying to bribe me.”

     “You complain less when you’re eating,” Kaz said, his tone dry but his eyes betraying a flicker of amusement.

     Y/N laughed softly, reaching for one of the pastries. She broke it in half and popped a piece into her mouth, savoring the buttery, sweet flavor. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to be thoughtful.”

     Kaz sipped his coffee, saying nothing, but his ears reddened slightly at the edges.

     Y/N shook her head, smiling to herself as she turned back to the Zemeni text. “Let me see what you’ve gotten yourself into this time.”

     The two of them fell into an easy rhythm, one that had grown familiar over the weeks. Kaz would present her with a text or a cipher, and she’d pore over it, occasionally asking him for context or clarification. Tonight was no different. As she worked, she couldn’t help but notice how quiet he was. Kaz was never particularly talkative, but tonight he seemed especially preoccupied.

     She glanced up from the page, catching him watching her. “You’re staring,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.

     Kaz didn’t flinch, though a faint crease appeared between his brows. “You mutter to yourself when you’re reading,” he said.

     Y/N blinked. “I do not.”

     “You do,” he insisted.

     She smirked, leaning back in her chair. “And you’ve been paying enough attention to notice?”

     Kaz’s mouth opened slightly as if to respond, but no words came out. Y/N tilted her head, watching him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. For all his sharp wit and unshakable confidence, Kaz Brekker had a surprisingly difficult time with straightforward compliments—or any sign of vulnerability, for that matter.

     “Relax, Kaz,” she said softly, turning back to the text. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

     “Be careful,” he replied, his voice low but laced with a subtle warmth. “I might stop bringing pastries.”

     “Oh, don’t threaten me like that,” Y/N said with a grin, jotting down a few notes on the paper. “Now, about this Zemeni phrase. It’s a merchant code. See these symbols here? They indicate weights and measures. Whoever wrote this is trying to conceal shipment details.”

     Kaz leaned forward, his cane resting against the side of the desk. “Can you decode it?”

     “I already did,” she replied, sliding the paper back toward him. “It’s a list of cargo: textiles, spices, and—” She paused, her eyes narrowing at the final line. “Weapons.”

     Kaz’s expression darkened slightly. “Anything about where it’s headed?”

     “Not explicitly, but these markers here suggest it’s being transported by river. My guess is someone’s using the trade routes to smuggle contraband.”

     He nodded, his mind clearly working through the implications. Y/N watched him for a moment, marveling at the way his sharp mind seemed to move faster than anyone else’s.

     “Whoever wrote this must be pretty clever to use Zemeni as a cipher,” she mused. “Not many people in Ketterdam would bother to learn it.”

     Kaz looked up, his gaze piercing. “That’s why I came to you.”

     Y/N’s cheeks warmed slightly, though she kept her tone light. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Brekker.”

     “I don’t flatter,” he replied, his voice quiet but firm.

     For a moment, neither of them spoke. Y/N felt the weight of his words settle between them, heavier than the text or the pastries or the coffee. She opened her mouth to respond but hesitated, unsure of what to say.

     Kaz was the first to look away, his gloved hand reaching for the paper. “I’ll take this back,” he said, his tone brisk once more.

     “You’re welcome,” she said, rolling her eyes as she leaned back in her chair.

     Kaz stood, his movements slow but deliberate. He picked up his cane, pausing at the door. “I’ll be back if there’s more to decode.”

     Y/N crossed her arms, leaning against the edge of the desk. “Or if you run out of pastries to bribe me with.”

     He hesitated, his grip on the doorframe tightening. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

     “Goodnight, Kaz,” she replied, her voice softer now.

     She watched him leave, the sound of his cane fading down the hall. For all his sharp edges and carefully constructed walls, there was something undeniably human in the way he lingered.

     Y/N smiled to herself as she turned back to her desk, already wondering when he’d come knocking next.

[koyagifs]

𝓭𝓮𝓳𝓪 𝓿𝓾

pairing: seonghwa x reader au: non idol | friends to strangers | genre: angst word count: 3.7k synopsis:: do you get deja vu when she's with you? warning(s): angst w/ comfort?, cursing.

taglist: @vixensss @gigikubolong29 @xdannix @mrskill2 @hazeljisulatte

Seonghwa's eyes were sparkling as he laughed, completely unaware of the effect his words were having on you. You stood frozen, your stomach twisting with discomfort. The warm, intimate space of your apartment, once a sanctuary for your thoughts and feelings, now felt suffocating as you watched him so casually use your flirtation to charm someone else.

The sting in your chest grew, the jealousy gnawing at you. It wasn’t just the fact that Seonghwa was reusing your words—it was the realization that he was doing so so effortlessly, right in front of you. That sting, that pang of vulnerability, felt like it was eating away at the edges of your heart.

You tried to push down the nausea, but the room suddenly felt too small, too heavy. It was hard to focus on anything except how Seonghwa’s voice echoed, the familiarity of the joke you had made now twisted into something that didn’t belong to you anymore.

You could feel the walls of the kitchen closing in on you as you tried to breathe through the rising pressure in your chest. Every step towards the counter felt like a betrayal to your own emotions, but you couldn’t bear to stay in the living room, not with the sound of Seonghwa’s laughter and her excited voice filling the air.

Then the piano started.

Your stomach dropped, and the knot in your throat tightened as the familiar melody drifted toward you. The very song you had painstakingly taught him—the one that had been a part of your shared moments, your secret comfort—was now echoing in the space, being played by someone else.

The sharpness of the betrayal hit you hard, like a physical punch. You could feel tears welling up, but you fought to hold them back, swallowing the lump in your throat. You couldn’t let him see, couldn’t let anyone see how badly it hurt.

But with each note he played, the weight in your chest grew heavier. The music, once a symbol of your connection, now felt foreign, twisted. You closed your eyes for a moment, as if trying to block out the sound, but it was everywhere, inside you, suffocating you. You needed to get away, to escape before you completely fell apart.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, and you took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. The tears were so close, but you couldn’t let them fall. Not now. Not when he was out there, with her.

" hey yn - do you have that sweater that i gave you?" seonghwa asked.

You turned around quickly, a smile placed on your lip as you nodded your head. " yeah why?"

Seonghwa smiled widen as yours faulter. " so i can give it to her, you dont mind right?"

The words hit you like a cold wave, a sharp chill spreading through your body. You had barely registered Seonghwa’s smile, too focused on the weight of his request. You forced yourself to keep your expression neutral, but your heart sank, and the tightness in your chest threatened to crush you.

"Do I mind?" you repeated, the words slipping from your lips more quietly than you'd intended. You were caught in the whirlwind of his request, the casual way he spoke as if you were just another part of the background.

His eyes were bright, that same excited energy you’d seen before. You could feel your heart beating louder in your ears, trying desperately to keep up with the overwhelming flood of emotions. You forced a smile, but it felt strained, fake.

“Of course, you can have it,” you said, voice trembling just slightly as you spoke. "It's just a sweater."

Your eyes locked onto his, trying to convey something deeper, but all you saw was him completely oblivious to the weight of what he was asking. You wanted to scream, to demand that he understand what he was doing to you, but you couldn’t. You just nodded and turned away quickly, heading toward the bedroom to retrieve the sweater.

Every step you took felt like a battle, and as you picked up the familiar, soft fabric, the weight of it in your hands almost felt like a cruel reminder of how little you mattered in this moment.

You brought it back to him, handing it over without a word. Your chest tightened even more as he reached for it with that same easy smile, completely unaware of the impact his actions had on you.

The silence in the room was deafening as the door clicked shut behind them. You stood there, frozen, staring at the spot where they had just been, the weight of everything crashing over you. It felt like the world had stopped moving, and you were left standing in the remnants of something you didn’t even recognize anymore.

The numbness crept in first, a slow, creeping cold that spread through your limbs and settled into your chest. You wanted to scream, to shout at the unfairness of it all, to demand answers. How could he do this? How could he take everything you had shared with him, every laugh, every flirt, and just throw it away like it meant nothing?

Your mind replayed the scenes over and over—the way he had used your jokes with such ease, the way they worked on her just as they had worked on you. The warmth you had felt, the excitement, the connection you had built with him… it all seemed to have vanished in an instant. It felt like he had taken something so personal, something that had been just for you two, and turned it into something cheap. It wasn’t just the jokes, it was the entire foundation of what you thought you had with him, the trust, the intimacy. Everything felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

But what hurt the most was how he didn’t even seem to notice. He was just… being Seonghwa. The way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way he cared—only it wasn’t for you anymore. It was for her. And the way he spoke to her, so effortlessly, as if you weren’t even there—it left you feeling invisible, like you never mattered.

The tears you’d been holding back for so long finally started to fall, each one a quiet testament to how deeply the pain cut. You didn’t understand what had changed, what had gone wrong, but the confusion only made the hurt worse. It felt like a part of you had been torn away, and you were left standing in the wreckage, unsure of how to fix it.

You hummed a tone as you were looking at the fruit section, your mind finally off Seonghwa. As you grabbed your favorite fruit, you froze as you heard the familiar voice of her.

" he's such a sweetheart! The jokes he tells are so funny. You guys, i think he's the one,"

" what about the best friend?"

" oh, she's nothing - just a long time childhood friend that he keeps company. Pretty much just a charity case for him. isn't he just the sweetest!"

Your hand gripped the fruit tightly, the sound of her voice slicing through the air, more painful than any knife could be. Your stomach dropped, and the world around you seemed to blur as her words sank in, each one sharper than the last. You could feel the blood drain from your face, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to steady yourself.

"Just a charity case for him?" The words repeated in your head, the meaning behind them sinking like a heavy weight. It felt like a slap to your face, a betrayal not just from Seonghwa but from someone you had never expected it from. Your heart was pounding in your chest, an overwhelming mix of hurt, confusion, and anger.

You took a slow, shaky breath, trying to calm the rush of emotions threatening to consume you. But the sting of her words—how she dismissed you so easily, reduced you to nothing more than an afterthought in his life—was suffocating. And the fact that she thought he was “the one” made it worse, like you had never meant anything to him at all.

You tried to move, to push past the surge of emotions, but your legs felt heavy. The weight of her words clung to you like a shadow, and you couldn’t escape it. You had been nothing to them. You were the one he kept around out of obligation, nothing more than a comfort or filler for the space between.

“Isn’t he just the sweetest?” The sound of her voice echoed in your mind again, and you couldn’t stop the bitterness from rising. Was that all you were to him? A long-time childhood friend who didn’t even matter enough to be noticed when someone new came along?

You had to leave. Now. You couldn’t bear to stay there, surrounded by their voices, their laughter, and the sharp reality of your place in his life.

You knocked on Seonghwa's door, his laughter can be heard from the door. You swallowed hard ready to leave but when Seonghwa opened the door, he was shocked to see you.

" oh hey yn. What are you doing here?"

Seonghwa blinked a few times, clearly caught off guard by your presence, as if he couldn’t quite place what you were saying. The warm laughter that had echoed from behind the door seemed to fade, replaced by an awkward silence that made you feel even smaller. The confusion in his eyes stung more than you expected, as though he hadn’t even been aware of the plan, or maybe it didn’t matter to him anymore.

You held the bag of goodies up, trying to make your voice sound steady, but it wavered slightly. "It's our planned movie night... remember?"

The words felt like they were slipping from your lips in slow motion, each one a reminder of how much you had hoped for this night, how much you had wanted it to be special. But standing there, with the door cracked open between you and him, the reality of the situation hit you hard.

Seonghwa’s face was still painted with that look of confusion, but now there was something else—a faint realization, maybe guilt, but it was hard to tell. He hesitated for a moment before he looked at you with guilt.

" uh.. can we maybe reschedule ? i'm kinda already doing that with her and i don-"

You shoved the bag of goodies onto his chest, a small sound leaving his lips as he looked a you confused. " yeah sure whatever. keep the stupid snacks, i dont want them"

The words hit him like a cold splash of water, and for a moment, Seonghwa just stood there, frozen with the bag of goodies pressed against his chest. His eyes searched yours, but all he could find was a storm of emotions—hurt, anger, and a coldness he hadn't seen before. The confusion on his face deepened as he opened his mouth to say something, but the words faltered before they could even form.

You turned away quickly, not wanting to see the look on his face as you stood at the threshold of his apartment. The bitterness in your mouth, the taste of betrayal, it all started to flood your senses, and the air around you felt thick, suffocating.

"Yn, wait—"

“I said I don’t want them,” you repeated, your voice sharp with a sting you couldn’t hide. The last thing you wanted was for him to think you were weak, for him to pity you or apologize in a way that wouldn’t mean anything. You didn’t need his guilt. You didn’t need any of it.

You could feel the heat of your anger rising, but it didn’t feel good. It felt empty, hollow, like something inside of you had snapped and you didn’t know how to fix it anymore.

When Seonghwa walked back, she looked at him confused before her eyes landed on the bag of goodies. Her eyes sparkle with glee as she kissed on him the cheeks.

" and you ordered snacks? Can you be anymore perfect!" She said gleefully as she began to rummage, trying to look for something she liked.

Seonghwa smiled at her, " of course -"

" all of this is just junk, do you not know what i like?" she pouted.

Seonghwa's smile faltered for a brief moment as her words settled in the air. He looked down at the bag of goodies, a small hint of uncertainty flashing in his eyes, but then it quickly vanished as he tried to brush off the awkwardness with a casual chuckle.

“Oh, I guess I got a bit too carried away,” he said, forcing a smile as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the unease. “Sorry about that. I’ll get something else next time, I promise.”

Her pout deepened as she continued rummaging through the bag, her excitement faltering at the snacks that didn’t seem to match her preferences. The joy she had shown earlier seemed to wane as she continued to sort through the items, clearly unimpressed by what he had chosen.

“You really don’t know what I like, do you?” she teased, though the underlying irritation in her tone was unmistakable. "You could at least get something decent."

Seonghwa’s smile tightened as he watched her pick through the snacks, his mind still lingering on the interaction with you. He hadn’t expected you to leave like that, so abruptly, so cold. The guilt was gnawing at him, but he tried to push it away, focusing on the girl in front of him who was now complaining about the snacks.

“Sorry, I’ll try harder next time,” Seonghwa muttered, but his attention was clearly divided, his gaze shifting towards the door you had left through, a quiet ache tugging at him.

Your heart sank as you stared at Seonghwa’s post, the flood of comments pouring in like salt in an open wound. His story, a clear declaration of his relationship with her, was so casual, so effortless. The way he smiled at her, the way they seemed to fit together—it was like everything you had shared with him was reduced to nothing more than an afterthought.

You scrolled through the comments, each one a piercing reminder of what you never were to him. "Where’s Yn? Are they still together?" It stung so much more than you anticipated, the implication that you had been nothing more than a placeholder, a side character in Seonghwa’s story. People asking where you were, asking if you two had broken up… the truth was, you’d never even been together in his eyes, and that realization crushed you more than you could express.

The laughter, the inside jokes, the moments you thought you’d built something special—all of it felt like it had been turned into a joke for everyone else to laugh at. You had been living in this fantasy, thinking that there was something real between you and Seonghwa, but now it felt like all of that had been nothing more than a cruel illusion.

And the worst part? The jokes on everyone else, the ones assuming you and Seonghwa were an item, just made it hurt even more. You hadn’t even been given the chance to define what you were. There was no closure, no explanation—just a rapid shift that left you standing in the aftermath, trying to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

You put your phone down, the buzzing of notifications only intensifying the ache. But no matter how hard you tried to push the pain away, it lingered, heavy and undeniable.

You were laying on your new couch, a new blanket covering your body as you just stared at the tv. You had no idea what you put on but it brought you some comfort. A knock interrupted your state, getting up to open it you were shocked to see Yunho there.

" holy shit you look like shit" he blurted.

Yunho’s blunt words caught you off guard, but for some reason, they felt less like an insult and more like an attempt to break through the numbness that had settled over you. You rolled your eyes at him, unable to suppress the small smile that tugged at your lips despite everything. His honesty, as always, was as comforting as it was annoying.

"Thanks for the warm greeting," you muttered, stepping aside to let him in. Yunho pushed past you, his gaze scanning the room for a moment before landing on you again.

"Well, someone's gotta tell you the truth," he said, his voice softer now as he glanced around the room, probably noticing the emptiness. The new couch, the blanket wrapped around you like a shield—it all screamed that something had shifted, something had changed. Yunho didn’t need to ask to know what had happened.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here for a bit," he added, his tone turning gentle, almost like he was trying to coax you into taking a step, any step. You could see the concern in his eyes, but part of you didn't want to move, didn’t want to face whatever was waiting outside your apartment. But you couldn’t lie—you could use the distraction.

You sighed, rolling the blanket off of you and standing up, feeling a little lighter under Yunho's gaze. "Alright, but you’re buying me something good to eat."

He grinned, relieved to see you move at all, and shrugged. “Deal. But only because you look like you need it.”

Yunho waited by the door, his hand casually resting on the frame as he looked around the apartment. His expression softened when you reappeared, and he gave you a quick once-over, his gaze lingering just long enough to make sure you looked somewhat presentable.

"Better," he said with a teasing smile, but there was a warmth in his tone that told you he wasn’t just commenting on your appearance. "Now, let's get you out of here. I don't want you sitting in that place by yourself all day."

You let out a small sigh as he gently took your arm, guiding you out the door. The touch was grounding, a reminder that despite everything, you weren’t completely alone in this. His presence, though blunt and straightforward, always had a way of making things feel a little lighter, even when your mind was weighed down with everything else.

As you walked with him down the hallway, you let yourself relax just a little. Maybe this wasn’t going to be the perfect solution to everything, but Yunho’s company was a welcome distraction, and you were grateful for that.

The new cafe was a small, cozy place, far removed from the familiar spots that had once held so many memories with Seonghwa. You had insisted on coming here, desperate for a change of scenery, something that didn’t carry the weight of the past few weeks. Yunho, ever understanding, didn’t question it—he simply ordered something for both of you and led you to a quiet corner booth.

You sank into the seat, the weight of the day still pressing down on your shoulders, but being here, with Yunho, was a small relief. The aroma of coffee and fresh pastries filled the air, and for a moment, it was easy to forget the storm swirling in your mind. You were trying, really trying, to not let the ghosts of your past haunt you here.

Yunho sat across from you, his eyes not quite meeting yours at first. There was a quiet understanding between you two, one that didn’t need words. He had seen the way you had been these past few days, the quiet moments where your mask slipped and you were left vulnerable, and he knew it wasn’t about to just disappear.

"So," Yunho said, finally breaking the silence. He leaned back, his voice casual but with that underlying concern. " you and hyung?"

You gulped, looking out the window as Yunho feared you had shut down. You picked at your nails, bringing them to your lips as you shook your head.

" can we not right now..."

Yunho immediately softened, his expression shifting into something more understanding, as though he could feel the tension rising within you. He shifted in his seat, the words lingering between you, but he didn’t push. He respected the space you needed, even if it meant letting the silence stretch a little longer.

"Yeah, of course," Yunho replied gently, his voice a little quieter now. "I just... wanted to make sure you were okay."

You nodded, still not looking directly at him, your gaze fixed on the outside world, anything to avoid letting your emotions break through. The feeling of your nails between your lips was grounding, but it didn’t chase away the unease swirling in your chest. Yunho’s question—so simple, so casual—had opened up a wound you weren’t ready to deal with.

The truth was, you weren’t sure what to make of everything with Seonghwa. The more you thought about it, the harder it became to separate the past from the present, to know where you stood, if anywhere at all.

"I’m sorry," you muttered, finally glancing back at him. "It’s just... I’m not ready to talk about it."

Yunho met your eyes for a moment, his expression soft, before he offered a small nod. He didn’t press, didn’t try to force you to open up. Instead, he changed the subject with ease, pulling you back from the edge of your thoughts.

"Alright, no pressure," Yunho said, his voice light again. "Let’s talk about something else then. Ever tried the pastries here? I heard they’re amazing."

You managed a small smile, grateful for the shift. "Actually, I haven’t," you replied, more relieved than you realized. "But I’m willing to give it a shot."

Yunho grinned, clearly pleased with the change in topic. "Great. We’ll start with that, and who knows? Maybe we’ll even find something to laugh about along the way."

You nodded, feeling the tightness in your chest loosen just a little. For now, you didn’t have to think about Seonghwa. You didn’t have to deal with the mess that had been left behind. Right now, you had Yunho, and that was enough.

[finelythreadedsky]

your tags. yeah. it's not that they are progressive or feminist or even written by women -- but they are doing something with women that is complex and worth paying attention to, and in many cases they are the reason we have a version of a particular woman's story at all

yeah that's one of the marketing conceits of the myth retelling novel industrial complex that bothers me, it's the framing as if no one has ever paid attention to these female characters who are buried unnoticed in the myths when often the most complete or the most authoritative version of the character's story that survives from antiquity is in tragedy, a genre that is notoriously interested in bringing female characters out of the house and putting them on stage in active roles, and in using those female characters to explore issues of gender and the place of women in contemporary society.

like to a certain degree it makes sense for the homeric women who don't appear in (extant) tragedy, like briseis or the hanged women in odyssey 22, but we have stories where clytemnestra and deianira and medea insist on make narrative space for themselves to tell their own stories from their own perspectives, refusing to be silent about the violence their society inflicts upon women and the lasting damage it does. they're called aeschylus' agamemnon and sophocles' trachiniae and euripides' medea. and maybe you want to retell those stories for modern audiences, changing things or emphasizing different aspects of them! and that's great! but framing it as if they've been ignored and their stories are as-yet-untold is just not accurate, and it's a cheap way to paint your work as innovative and subversive.

[aroaceleovaldez]

full on feel like pjo tv s2 is not gonna hold up so they need to drag as much attention to the series as they can by using nico as a sock puppet w tsats2

im fully expecting the show to go the way of the movies. it doesnt help Sea of Monsters is almost unanimously the least favorite book of the first series. People frequently forget it even exists or what happens in it, especially more casual fans.

Heck, just look at how little fanfare the second season has gotten so far as compared to the build up to s1. I wouldn't be surprised if s2 totally flops. It would be a little funny.

[handledwithgloves]

so sorry to my followers for doing this again its just happened to pop up on my dash and i had to say something. its all in good fun!

i wanted to debunk some of these dots!

- neville’s boggart

this one tends to be many people’s qualms about snape. while i admit that snape was never kind to neville or any of his students i will say that it doesnt mean snape is neville’s boggart for that reason. and as for bella, well, neville’s never met her so of course hes not afraid of her, hes only ever heard stories and she’s locked away at this point. i think his whole thing is that he’s afraid of people he likes or authority figures being disappointed in him. its his fear and that makes him brave because he’s around them all the time. when remus asks neville what he thinks his boggart would be he said his nan. i think out of all his teachers hes most fearful of failing snape. that’s what makes sense to me so i dont think it really has anything to do with snape but more about neville himself.

- trevor

snape fed trevor the potion knowing that hermione helped. and as for threatening that’s a very strong word. i could just as well say he suggested neville try the potion on his pet to see if it works. snape knows that if neville were to ever make a shrinking potion and administer it to someone it had the potential to be poisonous. as do most potions. potions needs to be taken seriously and can be useful in many situations given the right ingredients. though he definitely went about it in a very mean way. his teaching methods are quite unfavorable for sure. but that’s it. he’s just mean. no animal cruelty here.

- harry

yeah i have nothing to say about this except that although he didn’t favor harry he did keep him alive all the years he was at hogwarts. no matter how many times harry got himself in trouble severus was there keeping him, well, alive.

- death eaters and lily

ive said it before on my posts. it only makes sense to me that he aligns himself with the death eaters because not only did he agree with them politically but they were also winning the war. he hated muggles after being abused by them his whole life and then some more the more he spent time with his slytherin housemates. and even if he started to realize, like draco, that this wasnt what he wanted, he couldn’t back out now could he? couldn’t rescue any muggles or muggleborns if he wanted to or else he’d be killed. lily was his breaking point. obviously. for him she’s always the exception. he risks his life asking voldemort to spare her in a way he hoped would make voldemort see reason and when that fails he risks his life and dignity again when he seeks dumbledore for help. since lily’s death he’s reformed. made up for his wrong for the rest of his life.

- sectumsempra

well, considering that severus was rather infatuated with the dark arts its not a surprise that he would create a curse like this. i’d say cruel is a touch too much though. he clearly made it for self defense: for enemies. not for fun. lets also remember that no one else knows this spell aside from him and harry and snape had never even used the spell on its intended, the marauders.

so yes snape was not by any means a good or kind person but he was certainly complex and self-serving (a rather common slytherin trait). i think hes so interesting a character but i dont think hes a horrible person (he certainly did horrible things or had horrible ideologies though), so yeah i guess youre right.

i just don't get snape defenders... like do they know you can have a fav character and still acknowledge that they were a horrible person????

[reddamselette]

valgrace except they're scattered around the cabin of zeus with piper and nico. the bluetooth radio connected to piper's phone, an album playing loudly with no care that it was probably echoing through the camp and the windows shaking from the bass.

"i bought diamonds at my dentist," piper sang with a makeshift microphone and leaned over to hold it near leo.

"i've been playin' like tennis," leo added, making a grand gesture to clasp his hands together and swing his arms.

"grand slam like tennis."

"you're the one i'm tryna finish." piper rocked her head side to side and held the microphone in the air.

"ice on my teeth, ice on my teeth," nico and jason joined in unison, dancing along with piper and leo.

leo jumped off the bed to wrap an arm around jason, bright smiles on their faces as they went through the chorus with their bestfriends.

[freakinator]

vagueing but i think certain ppl need to realize that you can be both manipulative And traumatized 😭

[justaz]

thinkinnn bout arthur pendragon. my baby boy. he's such a bitch but also such a baby girl.

he never felt the love of a mother and relied on his father for all of the love and validation he needed growing up but uther never gave it to him unless he succeeded in battle - probably against druids/sorcerers. arthur never feeling like he was enough, that he was never worthy of love unless he did something for them or won a battle because that was the only time his father looked at him with a modicum of warmth.

being a prince raised to one day be king and being taught to never trust anyone, that as king he can only trust himself, and then watching his father fuck over the people of camelot and going "a king must make hard choices" but arthur never agrees with any of that!! he puts on the aloof asshole act to keep people away so he doesn't get hurt but baby boy wears his damn heart on his sleeve. he cares. SO much. he trusts everyone, no matter how many times he's been betrayed. he does everything he can for his people

he strives for their love and pride because he never got it growing up. he works his ass off to be the best king for his people that he can be, so he can be the best heir for his father that he can be, so he can be the best son for his mother that he can be - all so he can prove that he's good enough and worthy enough of love. yet time and time again, he's betrayed by those he has done nothing but be there for. time and time again, the people he's loved and trusted most have betrayed him and left him like he was nothing. proving to him time and time again that he wasn't enough, that he'll never be enough for their love or loyalty.

[scourge-sympathiser]

coupla commissionz i forgor to post

fur textorita on twitter && @krumblkube

[cara-mel5]

i need other motorsports explained to me in f1 terms

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

finally caved and started reading all for the game. two chapters into the foxhole court and what kind of gay fucking shit is this! also did not know there were sports in here

[brofightiscancelled]

ok kind of an insane ask so feel free to ignore but would you be able to translate "友達バリア" by deco*27? i can't find any translations online and i wanna see if i'm right about the song kind of fitting the matsus... it's also a banger imo

- vocamatsu anon

omg.... tbh i have a feeling deco will make a video for this one which means we'll get an official english translation of it, rendering this completely redundant, but i'm really cheesed to have been asked, so i gave it a shot for you anyways <3

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown I'm outmatched- but it's not over yet! I won't let this end! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

The despair of never getting anything more of this Your behavior, nor what's going on in your head- I can't read it at all! I can't help but envy the kindness you radiate Omnidirectional compatibility- it's just not for me

Carefully-picked down-played words The outcome: A bloody heart True feelings double-crossed by embarrassment; how frustrating, I'm changing sides But that won't fill up my heart What I want is nothing more than to be by your side If you've got something to say, then say it- 'til I defeat you, that is! 3, 2, 1!

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown I'm outmatched- but it's not over yet! I won't let this end! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

I want you to like me! I want you to like me! Friend-zoned, love fire, hey, say "I give up"! With a dazzling, never-give-up attitude, I'll break through your defenses!

Fun things, good feelings- without you, they have no taste at all Sadness, jealousy- if they're cuz of you, then I don't mind them Let's throw down, bro! Better to regret doing it, than not doing it at all! A feeling like I won't need any special moves, YEAH I'm sure everything will be OKAY With an endless supply of love, you're undefeated, AYE Play dead, BYE BYE I'll be the one to throw the first punch

Friend-zoned, love fire, sparks flying HIBANA We're ready, set to lock horns, love's ultimate showdown The lonely and timid me is already no more! With a dazzling, blazing flair, I'll burn through your defenses!

Do you like me yet? Do you like me yet? Friend-zoned, love fire, now, let's immerse ourselves in love! With a dazzling, blazing flair, a never-ending HAO sweetener battle!

Do you like me yet? Do you like me yet? Friend-zoned, love fire, now, let's immerse ourselves in love! With a dazzling, blazing flair, a never-ending HAO sweetener battle!

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my notes:

my overall interpretation of this song is "I'm trying to break through the friend zone (friendship barrier) so that you like me instead of thinking of me as a friend", so any vagueness in translation went in that direction

The use of "lock horns" in the official translation snippet + the HAO motifs give me the mental image of like, a hand-to-hand kung fu battle, so I leaned towards that imagery whenever there was vagueness (as opposed to like, a military campaign, for example)

deco's official english translations tend to be very liberal, so i tried to keep my translation a little more literal

[3416]

william nylander fanboys have to be the most annoying leaf fans that exist and it's not close actually

[lotus-pear]

favorite genre of lotus is her just calling art thieves gormless mingers and proceeding to curse their existence in the funniest way possible

i should go into standup comedy i tjink

[veveisveryuncool]

lo and behold, the easiest character to draw and the hardest character to draw having a nice ol conversation

[wildflowerteas]

extremely embarrassed I am once again coming to you with 3 asks😔😔😔 elli read chapter 4

OH GOD. here we go. i panicked thinking this was about chapter 5 because of the mid-chapter 4 line but from the skim i just did i think I'm going to have to steel my heart or risk cardiac arrest from your reactions to the smut ( which, by the way, was the first smut I've ever written so please go easyonme ). Chapter 4, however, was incredibly fun to write so I'm excited to read through this. ( Sweet Dreams is playing too--i've had the tsp sskk playlist on loop to get in the mindset for part III )

Yes!!!! the PM is also in the tags! i couldn't make a murder mystery AU set in Los Angeles of all places and not have corporations with dirty hands and deep-pocketed old-money types floating around their establishments. Los Angeles doesn't and didn't have a main crime family with a lot of Aura, so inserting the PM without feeling like I was replacing a very real crime syndicate ( like I would if this was NY or Chicago ) was quite nice.

Yeah . . . TSP Atsushi is a whole different thing, on the surface at least. He's older, more experienced ( Yeah. ), and honestly, has bigger problems to deal with than the budding realization that he might like men so he just waltzes into flirtation with Akutagawa like it's nothing. If I were Ryuu I'd have pushed him down the stairwell by now, but he's too smitten for that.

I need to draw Mori in that shirt ( he did step up, after all. The Tsushimas weren't great, even if Dazai thinks of them with that wistfulness seen in Chapter 2 ).

OMG I CANNOT TELL WHATS BEEN BLACKED OUT IN THESE SCREENSHOTS SO I JUST FREAK OUT WHENEVER THERE'S A MASSIVE SPOILER QUOTE TT_TT. My blood goes cold. Poor Elli I bet there are entire conversations that are just a wall of grey rectangles to them.

I'd LOVE to write a bsd au set in a neo-futuristic AU!!!!!! honestly, that would go crazy, I can imagine it already.

I think Dazai is most attractive when he's shutting the fuck up unfortunately

Oh wow I feel like I'm watching a downward spiral into hornyposting in real-time surely this isn't going to go anywhere.