#i dont feel like going through the code but i might have to :/

[edenprime]

firefox automatically disabled new x-kit for violating its terms, but it won't tell me which terms it violated, and i checked x-kit's github and they apparently last updated their code 27 days ago. is x-kit now a crypto scam. please tell me its not a crypto scam

[dallasstarsdyke]

primrose's ch3 is GOOD btw

[python333]

im in love with your content omg😭 your writing style is just chefs kiss

can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?

its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3

pardon? — python333

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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3

relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.

characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.

word count 2.6k

warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!

“—eah, and now we have to camp out here ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do it ‘imself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if they’re willing to leg it out of here with us,” An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.

You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent you’d been using for the past five minutes you’d been talking to this guy.

“Yeah, yeah, totally,” You agree, clearing your throat before asking, “You know where the others are stationed?”

“You don’t?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Mate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,” You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, “I just know I’ve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.”

The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if we’re in the same platoon, don’t you—” 

You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of. 

You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you. 

“[c/n], how copy?” Price’s voice crackles through on your ear piece. 

You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, “Copy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.”

“You were there for five bloody minutes,” Gaz’s voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, “How’d he already catch onto you?” 

“The British are smarter than I thought,” You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like they’d snap if someone sneezed on them too hard—perfect for climbing up.

You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but don’t say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder. 

“Reminder that there’s three British people with you, currently,” Ghost’s deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell he’s whispering into his mic, “All of which are very smart.”

“I caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, don’t fuckin’ talk right now,” You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like it’s going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and you’ll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up. 

“They were circles,” Ghost says, exasperated, “I didn’t know if that made a difference.” 

“I thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,” You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder. 

“Yeah, L.t,” Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that he’s running, “Thought ye Brits were s’possed to ken everything ‘bout tea.” 

You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.

You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle you’d been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up. 

You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that it’s aiming directly at one of the soldier’s heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get into—but doing this didn’t change much.

Regardless of if you got in or not, he would’ve died, and the others would’ve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.

You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, “The guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot ‘im down.” 

“I don’t think we need to get in just yet,” Price hums, “But maybe in a minute.” “M’kay,” You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemy’s conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.

The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier you’d eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what they’ll do once they’re on leave—like they would be able to do that after you completed your assignment—and just some general team camaraderie.

The lackluster subjects of their conversations weren’t bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about. 

It was their stupid accents you hated. 

Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents aren’t stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents you’d heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.

They used slang words that you’re certain you’ve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didn’t even make sense—you heard one of them use the words, verbatim, ‘Don’t get stroppy’. Stroppy? Stroppy? 

You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation they’d just started up. 

“—eah, ‘cause he can’t be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethin’ to happen,” One of the soldiers scoffs, “I’m telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runnin’ ‘round out here, I’m legging it from ‘im immediately.” 

You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isn’t that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?

“You’re legging it?” The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, “What happened to you chattin’ to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?” “All that’s irrelevant when the fuckin’ grim reaper rolls around and starts murkin’ people like he’s been doing for the entirety we’ve been here, mate,” The first soldier laughs, “You think I wanna be here when he does that?” 

“Don’t act like a prat about it, man—fuckin’ talking’ like you can outrun him.” “A prat? I’m not—” You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.

A prat? Legging it? Can’t be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, “I need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.” Immediately, Price’s voice rings through, “What? What is it? What happened?” “The soldiers are British and I can’t tell what they’re saying,” You answer, ignoring Price’s relieved sigh on his end, “I need help.” “Jesus, fuck, don’t scare me like that,” Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, “Alright, what do you need help with?” 

“Figuring out what they’re saying.” This time, you hear Gaz’s voice crackle through, “Well, you’ve got three British people here—tell us what he’s saying.” 

“One of the guys was talking about ‘legging it’ if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost ‘murking’ people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a ‘prat’ about it and he got all offended,” You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return. 

“They’re just saying they’re gonna run away if they see Ghost because he’s been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is like…” Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, “Someone who’s kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.” 

“They couldn’t just say that?” You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers. 

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that,” Price’s voice cuts through, “Go ahead and shoot the guy down. I’m ready to head in.”

“Got it,” You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, “Shooting him now.” 

You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.

You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers. 

They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, “Price, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.”

Wordlessly, they do as they’re told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gun’s aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing it’s functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open. 

“Thanks for that,” Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price. 

“Uh huh. Of course,” You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap. 

“Are they in?” Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. There’s no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.

Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk. 

“Yeah, they’re in,” You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, “Didn’t you hear the sirens?” 

You can see Soap’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well. 

“I did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,” He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, “It’s a surprise seeing you here.” 

“Imagine how I feel,” You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, “Ghost, you don’t wanna join us on the rooftops?” 

“Absolutely not,” He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soap’s grin grow, “I’m perfectly fine on the ground.” 

“Where are you?” You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, “I feel like I haven’t seen you this whole time.” 

“I’m just behind the facility,” Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, “I’m gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case there’s anyone left.” 

“You’ve been behind the facility this whole time?” Soap’s voice cuts through, surprised by the fact. 

“Mhm,” Ghost hums. 

“It’s a bit boring back there, innit?” Gaz’s voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, “You can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.” 

“Fucking faffing around?” You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle. 

As if he can read your mind, Price’s voice comes through, “Faffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].” 

You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, “You couldn’t just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?” 

“It’s not silly,” Gaz says, his frown audible, “They were faffing around.” 

“Jesus, fuck,” You breathe out, laughing lightly, “It’s totally silly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No it’s—” 

“I just want one day where you two don’t start up stupid arguments like this,” Price’s tired sigh comes through, “Just one day, I beg of you both.” 

“Aw, Captain, we were just faffing around,” You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic. 

“That is absolutely not how you use that,” Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voice—from your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought. 

“It sounded natural to me,” You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you. 

“You’re insufferable,” Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, “Never use British slang again, please.” 

“What if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?”

“Nothing can fix what you’ve said today, [c/n].”

“Well that’s dramatic,” You scoff, “I’ll learn British just for you guys.” 

“Holy shit, please stop talking,” Price’s exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, “You’re both insufferable. Drop it.” 

“… I don’t think I will,” You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, “I’ll use Duolingo or something to learn it.” 

“British isn’t a language you learn, you muppet,” Price grumbles, making you snort. 

“Muppet?” 

“It’s someone who’s dumb and clueless and can’t take a hint, like you,” Ghost defines, “And Soap, most of the time.” 

“Daen’t go draggin’ mae into this,” Soap’s voice quickly cuts through, “I haven’t said onything.” 

“Uh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?” Gaz argues, ignoring Price’s protests for him to stop arguing, “About Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?” 

“Oh, I’ll have you all know—” 

“Ghost, don’t start—” 

You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that they’d be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.

[thel0v3hashira143]

❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄! ❞

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ yuuji megumi gojo nanami n choso ☆ how jjk men act when they have a crush on you!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fem!reader, black coded but anyone can read

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: ahhh the comeback post!! let's just say my old works were...less than coherent. but im here and ready to slay the day after 2-ish years!! take these crumbs while i try and find my footing again. stay hot lovies 🎀🎀

yuuji itadori 🌸

my babyyy (sob sob) yuuji would def try to impress you with his athleticism, bc girls like that stuff right? (gojo told him that...save him)

he frequently challenges you to friendly competitions when sparring to showing off his skills.

he def let's you get quite a few hits on him and he may even let you win from time to time (seeing your smile makes getting knocked on his ass worth it)

he might act a bit bashful, but he's straightforward. he knows he has a crush on you so why would he hide it?

expect nice gestures like him wanting to carry things for you, buying you food, watching all your fav movies, ect.

speaking of which, movie hangouts!!!

every friday usually you, megumi, nobara, and yuuji all get together and watch a movie

buuuttt if he's feeling especially brave he'll invite you to his dorm to watch the newest movie in your favorite series! (yes, he keeps track of when they come out)

he loves that it becomes y'alls thing and he loves it even more when you lay your head on his shoulder and doze off <;33

he also gives hella compliments cause something in my gut says his love language is words of affirmation.

anticipate many "isn't [name] just the coolest?" or "you look great today [name]!"

im telling you he could never run out of nice things to say to you, whether it be about your looks or personality

as soon as he realizes he likes you he takes down those pin up girl posters in his dorm

he also obviously thinks you're more beautiful than jennifer lawrence argue wit ur mama

he is also obviously a personality over looks guy so dont act surprised if you see him looking at you with a lovesick grin if he catches you doing something kind for someone

expect him to confess his feelings sooner rather than later

"yeah, why wouldn't i have a crush on [name]? shes beautiful and badass! but don't tell her, okay?"

megumi fushiguro 🌸

megumi, unlike yuuji is quite reserved, even with his friends

honestly gives no indication that he likes you at all 💀💀 he stares at you pretty intensely at first (to admire your beauty) but quickly catches on that you think its weird..

once you two get closer though, megumi would frequently express his crush through small gestures

he strikes me as a reader so i can see him recommending his favorite books to you or even lending you some of his.

you two exchange books often and he highlights quotes that remind him of you

i can also see book shop hangouts where you two sit and read together in some small bookshop he found in the city.

(he's just admiring you read)

he's not a huge compliment/affirmation guy but quality time is a big one for him

whether it be on missions, sparring, or out with the rest of the first year's, he enjoys any time he can have with you.

megumi is also very protective but like...subtly

he secretly watches out for you during missions, making sure you're safe without drawing attention to it

he'll insist you two split up but send one of his divine dogs to accompany you to wherever you go.

even when you're out and about in tokyo he always likes to stay close to you. he follows you around (not in a creepy way more like a lost puppy way)

follows you into stores you like even if he has absolutely no interest.

all in all he's just a shy guy who's whipped for you <3

"i enjoy spending time with you. a lot."

teen!satoru gojo 🌸

gojo...you bastard...(affectionate)

erm ngl i can def see him being a bully to you at first...

not like a bully bully but he def teases you a lot and it gets under your skin sometimes. (you hate him)

but in reality hes jus a spoiled litte rich boy in love.

once he realizes his feelings he still pokes fun at you sometimes, but tones it down hard and turns on his charm.

gojo's approach is confident and playful. he teases you, always with a charming grin, creating a dynamic that keeps things lighthearted and enjoyable.

he'll find excuses to spend time with you, whether it's offering to train together

unlike yuuji he doesn't care if he likes you this son of a gun will NOT let you win istg

it's like he's trying to rile you up, saying ridiculously cheesy one liners as he dodges all your attacks.

"thats the best you got? oh [name], we'll never get to be together if i keep beating you!"

one thing he does enjoy doing with you however, are snack runs.

gojo is a big back in disguise with too much money to spend so you already knows most of that goes towards food.

he has a huge sweet tooth so i can see you guys browsing multiple sweets shops in the city. if he sees you even look at something for too long he'll buy 10 of them.

every trip you guys both leave with full bellies and full hearts <3

gojo wants to be around you, and he makes sure it's fun for you both

his confession is likely to be straightforward. ccompanied by his trademark smile and his sparkling blue eyes peeking from his shades.

"you know, i've been thinking... i'm kind of into you. what do you say we make things a bit more interesting?"

teen!kento nanami 🌸

my emo boy ❤️‍🩹

nanami, with his composed demeanor, expresses his feelings (though you were unsure if he even had any) through thoughtful actions.

he remembers every. single. detail. of anything you say to him.

your favorite attist dropped an album today? he already bought you the cd/vinyl. you never got a chance to go to the store to get your favorite snack? he went 2 days ago.

he revels in the fact that he knows so much about yousnd the surprised look on your face gets him every time.

(haibara claims he's seen nanami smile at you multiple times but he vehemently denies it.)

despite his serious appearance, he'll occasionally crack dry jokes when it's just the two of you

look at that man and tell me he doesn't have a dry sense of humor 😭😭

you help him to relax and he feels he can truly be himself around you. when you two are alone its like hes showing a different side to his personality.

like megumi, i can see quality time being a big thing for him since attending jujutsu high leaves him quite busy

hes also not a huge talker so whenever you two do spend time together its probably somewhere intimate like your dorm or the library.

no words, just vibes. which he appreciates since he's around a bunch of yipper yappers all day.

nanami's confession is understated but sincere.

"i appreciate the time we spend together. it's made me realize there's something more i feel..."

choso kamo 🌸

my babyyyy no. 2 (i need him biblically)

let's get one thing straight tho. choso is a curse. in my opinion curses have no idea of love in a healthy, positive way so let's just say bb is confused.

he obviously knows what love is. he loves his brothers but he doesnt wanna kiss them...and cuddle them...

he goes to yuuji for advice (was it a bad idea? perhaps.)

"bro you totally have a crush on [name]!"

"a crush?"

after some further investigation hes pretty much got the gist of it.

one thing he becomes quite fond of doing is giving you small gifts from his missions.

these aren't typic gifts persay, like food, clothing or jewelry but more like knickknacks such as shells or rocks.

these tokens become a way for him to express what words might fail to convey.

i headcannon choso likes nature documentaries and after seeing that penguins mate for life by gifting a rock to their mate he's hooked.

idk but i also feel like he's very touchy.

he always has an eye on you in public and ik he does the thing where he guides u with his hand on the small of your back or he locks pinkies with you UGHHHH

with him being protective, he also subtly keeps an eye on you during missions.

he's not one to voice his concern directly but prefers to ensure your safety from the danger.

choso's confession might catch you off guard, but it's filled with honesty and sincerity.

"i've found myself caring about you more than I expected. it's strange..."

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ omg i actually really like this...(watch me hate it in a week) but reqs are open!! i have 1 or 2 more pieces planned to get me in the swing of things but take this before then. love y'all!!

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲 ♡

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

[glassmarine]

count the creased lines

The very nature of the relationship is most certainly selfish. It operates on your terms, it runs on his constant, knowing capitulation. MDNI!

ship: fetus!alex, alex turner x reader, alex turner x you, high school hook-ups

warnings: munching & fucking, undefined relationship, a LOT of internal suffering on alex's part here, teenage angst

word count: 6422

note: so i know he went to barnsley and that's in the city but 1. it doesnt work for the narrative 2. i dont care. this is very heavily normal people inspired btw. ummm also i didnt really edit this xoxo might edit later we'll see !

You always find Alex after school, waiting behind the fence marking the end of the campus and the start of the sprawling field that gently grows into rolling hills into the green countryside. It’s a hot summer this year. The tall grass is bleached, and the stones on the footpath you two have paved for yourselves are bone-dry.

Alex is always waiting after school. You never wait for him because he always takes the initiative to slip out of class as quickly as possible to wait for you. He doesn’t wait for you in the halls, and he tells himself that he prefers it that way, really, because he doesn’t much enjoy the noise and chatter of other people.

You walk up the path to the old sycamore tree. You can see Alex sitting on the fat bough, pressing his back against the bark and looking up at the sky.

“Hi,” you say. “You sure do look busy. Should I go? I don’t wanna bother.”

His head lolls to the side when he looks at you. “Hello to you too.”

Your playful attitude doesn’t earn a significant reaction, but he does decide to sit up and slip off the bough, landing on the ground with a thud. The spot where his feet land is nearly naked with flattened grass. This is his favourite place to wait. Alex looks around to see if anyone is watching, and when he is satisfied by his observation, he crosses the space between your bodies and kisses you.

“Hello, hello,” you say against his mouth. “We should probably go home.”

It’s a very good kiss, as it always is. Even better is the way you speak against his mouth, which makes Alex feel very warm—if you continue to do it while kissing for even longer, he almost begins to feel lightheaded with pleasure at the way your lips move against his lips.

“We could,” Alex says, and he kisses you again, his hand finding your hip, slipping under the hem of your dress-code-appropriate uniform blouse. The sun beams down through the trees, and Alex thinks you look like you’re literally glowing. “Did you find maths hard today?”

“No.”

“Of course not.”

You and Alex cut through the field, wading through the tall grass. He takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder. You take his hand and snap a stalk of wheatgrass and tickle the back of his neck with it, which he complains about for a little while until he takes it from your hand and kisses you very hard until you’re all out of breath and all you can do is look at him for a little bit after, blinking slowly. And when he does this, he always gives you a very smug, narrow-eyed sort of look, as if asking well? what now?

“My parents won’t be home ‘til Sunday afternoon,” you tell him once you two are back to walking and your hand is ensnared between his fingers so you can’t mess with him again, “So we can just stay at mine as long as you want, really.”

“Oh,” he says. “That’s convenient.”

There’s no matter of going out on dates between you two. What do you do, really? You go to either or’s house, and then you have sex, and you talk a lot—talk too much—and then you don’t say anything to each other at school the next day. It’s a very easy sort of situation. Alex justifies this to himself because he doesn’t really have the money to take you out anywhere you deserve and besides, you’re not complaining about this arrangement.

The sketched trajectory of this relationship has never gone past the bounds of last week, today, and tomorrow, even if it’s really been going on for months and months. By the time you two really thought about it (independently, of course), it felt a little too late to ask if either of you no longer wanted to keep it discreet. Besides, neither of you are particularly showy people. It works, doesn’t it? Alex thinks so. He hopes so in an attempt to convince himself just as much as he hopes it convinces you.

“I’m sure you could stand to show a little more enthusiasm.”

Alex looks at you, smiling. There is a slight breeze and a bit of his hair sticks up and you desperately want to smooth it down, to touch him. “I am enthusiastic. You know, later, I’ll show you.”

You stick your tongue out at him and you carry on walking, tugging on his arm jerkily. He yelps. “You’re unbelievable. You were waiting to say that, weren’t you?”

“It was easy, very easy...”

—

It’s utterly unbelievable to Alex that other people aren’t madly in love with you. Or at least completely infatuated, but he’s fairly certain that you don’t strip for anyone else like this, that you don’t strip for anyone else at all. It’s not even a big deal. Here you are, at the foot of your bed across him, tugging your skirt off for him—well, he is inclined to think it’s for him—and leaving the top half of the buttons of your school blouse undone. It’s really all you manage to do before Alex leaps up from his spot on the bed and says, “Come here.”

You merely smile and acquiesce, crawling on the bed over to him and letting him kiss you full on the mouth in the clumsy, eager way he does when he’s hard far too quickly and far too soon.

“I can’t believe you,” he says nonsensically.

“Can’t believe what?”

“You,” he repeats with an underlying tone of awe.

Alex is always fascinated by you, even when you begin to annoy him by your prodding and poking (only ever in private), your mellow takes on offences towards him by people at school (only ever in private), and your temperature pet peeve that has you refusing to set any thermostat to something that isn’t a multiple of five (only ever in private). He finds it odd that you keep these aspects of yourself so tightly compressed in yourself with everyone else when it is utterly fascinating, but he isn’t complaining. He sort of likes the privacy of it, that some things remain for him alone to witness, but he cannot fathom the idea that other people may find all this strange and distasteful. Strange, alright—but distasteful? Certainly not.

His hands wander into your shirt, slipping past the undone buttons as his mouth wanders from your mouth to your cheek, and then your jaw then he moves all day down to the middle of your neck and he licks a line from there up to your jaw again like a starving dog.

“That feels funny,” you say.

“You always say that,” Alex murmurs.

Sometimes he worries he’s crazy, or that there’s something wrong with him. He sometimes reflects on the possibility that it’s strange to want to lick or bite or taste other people, even if it’s the sort of thing his mates joke about. He wants it desperately with you, he cannot imagine wanting the tang of anyone’s skin or sweat in his mouth. The thought of anyone else’s dead skin cells in his mouth is disgusting, but yours seems okay. It almost feels like a shameful thing. When he is with you, there exists a persistent desire to unfold you like origami and count the creased lines as if to understand what makes you so terribly desirable when you are merely made of yourself and nothing else.

You straddle his lap and grind down onto his already very hard cock and the sensation of it is so extreme he feels like he might faint. “Fuck.”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Amongst other things.”

He unbuttons the rest of your blouse and all but tears it off you and his mouth wanders lower to your breast. You can sense his temptation to bite over your bra. “Don’t,” you say warningly.

“In my defence,” he starts, muffled as he kisses your skin and slips one strap down your shoulder, and then the other, “I didn’t know I could ruin it by biting too hard. Last time.”

“Now you know, don’t do it again.”

“You always give me whatever attitude is left over from school,” he points out as he reaches back and tugs on the clasp. “Fuck, I still can’t get these bloody things off—”

You reach back to unclasp it while his mouth is still on your chest, and he nudges the top of the cup with his nose before taking your nipple between his lips, scraping it with his teeth. Your moan comes out as a whimper. Your hands tremble, and the bra falls to your lap, sitting between your bodies.

“You’re like an angel who does impossible things. I can’t believe you,” he says, and he touches your eyelids and your mouth, pinching your nipples with his fingers, “Even if you had eyes here, I’d probably still want you. You’d blind me, alright, but as long as I can touch you…”

You laugh and you grip his hair by the roots, leading his head to your breast. Obviously, he follows.

He always says the strangest, most unacceptable sort of things you’d slap someone else for. There is the obvious sex talk you’d report someone for if you weren’t having sex at all, but he says things like this that make you twitch with laughter and want because he always sounds so honest about it. Who else is going to call you a biblically-correct angel and want you anyway?

His cleverness comes with the territory of being disliked for it. He’s not universally hated or anything like that but most people at college avoid him if they can help it because he always looks away and purses his lips as soon as they start talking about something he finds utterly inane, which is kind of rude, really, but you’re an excessively nice person who makes a point of seeing past all that. He gets labelled as quiet anyway because he doesn’t speak up enough for many people to want to talk to him in the first place, only to find out he is like this.

It’s not like it’s a farce or a façade or anything, his distaste is genuine. It’s just that his attitude can get in the way of being socially acceptable if he isn’t practically trembling with excitement or dying of intrigue. He has always exercised a very subdued contempt for the people at school, but no one really notices it aside from his occasional expression of discomfort when asked to work in groups of more than three. Even then, it’s quite easy to mistake his dislike as a mere preference for working alone.

It's an odd thing you understand but could never do. You like the division of responsibility, not feeling like everything is set on your shoulders and that you have people you trust that might help you take care of the matter. But, well, you have friends. Proper ones who find you when the teacher says ‘work in groups.’ There’s the difference. There are many things different about you two.

You feel Alex groan against your chest. His grip is very tight on your hips. He’s never left bruises in places like that before but if he does, you think you won’t mind.

You know he wants it really badly now, the way he keeps sucking on your breast and the way his fingers are tugging on the waistband of the shorts you wear under your skirt. It’s only a very small matter of time until his hands are inside your underwear and then inside of you.

“What do you want to do?” You always ask him this question. It’s an act of generosity you try not to think about because it’s a little uncomfortable, but you can’t ever resist the urge to ask him what he wants. It’s as if the day hinges on his desires, and not on your terms of the relationship.

“I want to fuck you.”

“Yes, well, besides that?”

Alex thinks for a moment. “Let me try eating you out again.”

“Practising?” Getting eaten out isn’t your favourite, but you’re not sure if it’s your body’s fault or your general avoidance of the act that you can’t grow accustomed to it, or it’s because he’s bad at it (but that might also be your fault, because he says that it’s not like he can practise on anyone else).

He gives you a chiding look as he grasps your hips and lifts them so you’re kneeling over him and his mouth is licking around and under your navel. He tugs your cotton shorts off impatiently, taking your panties along with it and he sighs deeply as two of his fingers slide between your legs to find you wet.

“Alex,” you say, a whine edging into your voice.

“What?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake—” you complain, and then his index finger is inside you and it feels like a lightning strike. Your hand finds his hair, grabbing him by the roots at the top of his head and he’s looking up at you, grinning.

“What was that?”

“Shut up.”

He only laughs and kisses the top of your pubic mound, and you can feel him inhale deeply against your skin, his eyes closed as his mouth opens to press a hot, wet kiss to your belly. You swallow thickly; he’s never looked sexier before, even if you think he always looks sexy (but in a boyish, summery kind of way, nothing like the way movie stars do)—he looks incredible now, seated between your legs, that terrible devotion on his face that makes your skin prickle with heat, that makes your joints ache with need.

When he’s like this, you feel so powerless, but in a way that validates your violent desire to be torn apart and examined like a bug under a microscope, the unusual shape of your veiled personality taken into question and dissected piece by piece. Alex manages that dissection well, in a languid sort of way that often has you deciding that no one else might be capable of it again. He looks at you like an object of captivation, which is better than as an object of sex or an object of some other nasty, bodily use. Like a book only he can read, a book that he reads over and over again as if it never ends.

Alex curls his fingers inside you and you moan, fingers tightening around his hair. “I want to eat you out.”

“Fine, fine,” you say, in the exact tone of voice that is easy to mistake for resignation (which is why you never use it around other people), but is really closer to a selfless, giving capitulation.

He removes his fingers and offers it up to your mouth, so you lower your head and suck on it, eyes closed. You can feel him twitch on your tongue through the sweet taste of your cunt (you can sort of understand why he likes eating you out) and the tang of his skin. Then he removes his hand and takes your hips, guiding you to his side as he turns to face you.

“My thanks,” he says in a mock serious voice, pulling your bottoms off further down your legs and flicking them away onto the floor.

“You’re picking that up later.”

Alex rolls his eyes. “I know.” He pushes your legs apart with a surprising amount of force and settles down there. He looks hungry.

“You’re not gonna tease, are you?” you say, placing your foot against his side and gently rubbing it. Accompanied with your words, it comes across as a playful threat.

“Well, it’s not like it works if I can’t get you off like this,” he says, placing his mouth above your clit. You smell sweet. He desperately wants to put his fingers inside you, and then he realises he can, because he doesn’t really have any intentions of teasing. “Yet.”

He groans low against your cunt as your hands find his hair and tug now that his fingers are inside you again. Once more, he lowers his mouth and this time, he flattens his tongue against your lips and licks a long, broad stripe up to your clit from where the inside of his palm meets your body.

“That’s really good.”

“Is it?” he asks. He does it again and you tug harder on his hair. “Ow.”

“Sorry.”

“No,” he says. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t stop either, not when you moan like that and you say his name like you've been surprised with something you never knew you wanted. He sucks on your clit, eyes closed and feeling like he’s chasing a high as your hips jerk under his hands. His head is spinning, he feels like his capacity for pleasure is far too small for something as good as this, and he’s hard, so fucking hard that he almost compulsively humps the bed like an idiot.

“Oh, fuck—” you gasp, your voice suddenly coming into focus. “I think I’m gonna—I might come, don’t stop, fuck, fuck—”

Then your voice is gone and muffled again to him again, but this time it’s because your soft thighs are clamping around his head. Momentarily, he thinks he might come on the spot.

Alex swallows hard for a hairbreadth of a second in an effort to compose himself and he fights the urge to go faster, or harder, because that shit doesn’t work. Instead he keeps going, counting multiples of five in his head, in your voice so he keeps his rhythm and so he can ignore the white-hot sparks of pleasure shooting through his spine and down his cock and then back up and down to his toes. His head is spinning and then he hears you cry out and, wow, everything is a lot wetter now—

Eyes still closed, he licks up from his fingers to your clit over and over again. He’s breathing really hard, like he’s just run a race, but you finished and it fills him with an obtusely inflated sense of pride.

“Did you just come?” he asks smugly.

“Didn’t know I would,” you say, panting.

He smirks and gets up to kiss you, but you intercept him by tugging on his hair and you lick his lips, the side of his mouth, under his wet nose. Alex yelps. “Ew, Jesus!”

“You just had your mouth by my pee and poo hole,” you retort, letting go of him as he jerks backwards, and you yelp this time when he loses his balance and lands on top of you.

“That’s still disg—”

“Your face was all wet, and you were gonna kiss me—”

Your bodies are all tangled together. He looks up at you. “It was, wasn’t it?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes.”

—

“I don’t want to go to the formal,” Alex tells you the next day over lunch. Making lunch was nearly a disaster because he managed to burn eggs, and he had complained about your hospitality after you relegated him to cleaning up as you finished cooking. His contempt is showing. “A suit for some stupid kids’ party.”

“It’s not a stupid kids’ party,” you say, talking with your mouth full. “It’s a night to celebrate that this is all finally going to be over. Are you just saying that because you have no one to take?”

He looks at you steadily when you say this. He feels a little sick, like his heart is in his throat and it won’t come out or go back down. Maybe he’s just choking on his sandwich and he hasn’t realised it yet.

“That’s not it. Could you close your mouth while eating? I don’t w—”

“C’mon, Gemma would go with you.” Your knife clinks on your plate.

Alex is unnerved by your dismissive attitude about this, even if he had come into this relationship knowing that this is the exact way it was meant to pan out. You have never expressed a desire to have him for yourself except for moments where there is no one else to have him but you. He wants to say something insane and sensationalist, like ‘I’d rather blow my mates on the dancefloor than go with her,’ because he knows it’ll make you laugh. His favourite fantasy isn’t you in bed under him or him in bed with you on top of him, but rather the imaginary sound of your laughter at some witticism or another. It soothes him when he feels like someone’s playing the violin with the muscles in his shoulders, except he feels like you're the one doing that now.

“I’m going with Rob, anyway,” you say. “You should really go. With someone, ideally. It’s hardly like you’re some horrible person to be around.”

Firstly, he might not be outright horrible or even the slightest bit horrible but the thought of spending an evening in formalwear without someone who can grasp his exact opinions on the evening (no more, no less) is utterly sickening. Secondly, he is humiliated by the fact that he is likely one of the last people you talk to to know about this. He is keenly aware of the fact of girls being incredibly prepared about these sorts of things. He doesn’t like the sudden, nauseating feeling of this very bitter kind of embarrassment so he employs a casual affectation to disguise this.

“Why Rob?”

“Well, he asked.”

The kitchen feels incredibly warm. Alex thinks he might walk out if you follow up with ‘and he’s good-looking’ or something else along those lines, so he’s grateful when you don’t do that and you say instead, “He’s not terrible. Well, he’s not brilliant either.”

You always mean brilliant as in clever. It always fills him with a significant amount of pleasure knowing this, because you regularly call him ‘too smart for his own good.’ It’s why he lets you tease his occasional stammers and stutters, because you say ‘that’s what happens when your brain is going too quick for your mouth to catch up.’

“He isn’t.”

The corner of your mouth turns up into a humourless half-smile that he doesn’t like. Sunlight through the open window falls in streams, illuminating your eyes. “He’s not you. Happy now?”

“That’s better.” He wants to run out of the kitchen, it’s too warm and bright. He doesn’t feel very happy at all.

—

At midnight, Alex wakes up in a cold sweat from a bad dream that slips from his mind as suddenly as it had come. He doesn’t feel nervous when he doesn’t immediately identify where he is because he can feel the warm weight of your boneless body next to him.

He looks down at you. You’re only stirring a little in your sleep.

You two don’t get to do this often—sleeping in the same bed. Your parents go on holiday only every once in a while, and it usually coincides with when his family goes on holiday too. This is a special occasion so instead of succumbing to sleep again, he decides to savour the moment.

Alex can hear his heart pounding in his ears as he examines your body. The two piercings on your ear, the ungroomed tail of your brow, the freckles on the side of your face. He knows very well you’re pretty, and even you are aware of this despite your expressions of disdain (only ever in private) for it. But this is different, observing someone who is asleep instead of someone who is breathing and busy and moving.

He places his hand on your arm. He’ll never stop marvelling at how soft your skin is. You always say it’s leaning on the dry side.

“I can’t believe you,” he breathes very softly, his hand cupping your elbow, squeezing very gently.

Your body is so warm and open, something for him to come back to over and over again. He knows he’ll never be able to explain this feeling to anyone if anyone ever found out about this. What is he supposed to say? That he thinks he is in love with you, in love with your body? That makes him sound desperate, and also kinda weird and perverted.

No, he’d have to say something along the lines of I feel like my body is in the right place when it’s next to her body, and I think she can read my mind when I’m inside her. And it’s alright to be bad at eating her out (I think I’m not anymore, but she says it might have been a fluke) and it’s alright to be unacceptable and occasionally say things that no one, absolutely no one else would ever look at me right for. And it’s alright to be shameful because she can be a right terror, too, because I don’t think she’s afraid I’ll get afraid, and nor do I think she’ll ever be afraid of me.

He imagines himself saying that he likes you for your mind instead. What an understatement, and what utter emptiness the fantasy carries; no one will ever ask him to explain because you are determined that no one ever finds out.

You stir and you open your eyes blearily. “Alex?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you watching me sleep?” Your voice is hoarse. He briefly closes his eyes and thinks of that one time you blew him and he came so hard he thought he died.

“A little.”

“Why are you awake?”

He says nothing about the nightmare he cannot remember nor the thoughts that are slipping away from him like sand. He gestures vaguely to where the sheets are pooled around his waist.

“Oh. Come here,” you murmur. “Fuck me.”

He bends down to kiss you, moving under the sheets to move over your body. “Are you wet?” His hand dips between your legs.

“Might be,” you murmur.

You’re not as wet as you normally are when you say fuck me but he doesn’t mind, his fingertips press on your clit and rub over it and he watches you squirm. Affection rises in his chest. He thinks he loves you, he knows he loves you. He recalls the conversation you had about the formal and he can’t help but wonder if you’ll kiss Robert at any point throughout night, if it’ll be one kiss goodbye or a full-blown make-out session. The thought makes him sick and he applies more pressure with his fingers.

You squirm and moan softly. Your body is open and bright to him in your dark bedroom.

He feels you grow slick and he can’t help it, he pushes two fingers inside, curling them hard. He feels a sadistic urge to keep fucking you with his fingers and then stop right before you come, and then go back to sleep. Then you arch your back and moan louder, your hand finding his bicep and your nails digging in. The sting makes the urge dissipate and then the pain recedes too as he pulls his fingers out.

He can’t help but feel like there’s something cinematic about this—the echoing sickness rising in him quelled by your rippling body. Stupid lines. Stupid poetry.

Alex exhales as he moves on top of you properly and your legs hook around his back eagerly despite the sleep stuck in your eyes. “Fantastic agility,” he finds himself saying.

“Shut up,” you mumble, then you suck in a sharp breath and your hand clutches the pillowcase as he gets inside you.

He likes to get inside very deep and slow, and he likes watching your brow furrow and your bleary eyes refocus on him like a camera. He feels caught like this, naked and exposed, and it is a heart-pounding feeling that feels almost like smoking a cigarette for the first time ever—except this is every time he does this with you.

There is a low, deeply gratifying ache in his body as he moves and his eyes shut as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. One of his hands is pinning your hip into the bed, the other one is grasping your shoulder. He lets his weight carry each downward stroke. The intimacy of this—him inside you, you two in the sheets, you two in your room—makes his head spin.

Alex thinks of a helter-skelter. Your body is the lighthouse. He wants to get on you and he wants his head to spin until he’s sick for the sheer thrill of it, the love of it. Maybe that’s why he sticks around like this, bound by the limitations of your relationship. There’s a joke there somewhere about how he’s always free to walk away but he’ll be so dizzy getting off that he’ll spin and walk right back.

He opens his mouth against your skin and sucks, throat closing tight and swallowing a breath that tastes like you. I’ll be anything you want me to be, I’ll be everything you want me to be, I’ll take it.

“I’m going to come,” he whispers. His voice is ragged. He suddenly feels like he’s in tatters.

Your response comes out with a whimper. “Don’t stop.”

He can’t help the groan that escapes him as he thrusts harder now in an attempt to remember his pace. I’ll take everything you’ll give me, anything you’ll give me if you let me have it. “Won’t.”

Your body is trembling under him, your hips twitch and meet his hips. He picks up the pace. He can feel the pleasure burning him from the inside out, he hopes it burns away whatever grief he carries and bitterly hides over this, over you.

Alex feels you arch your back, he hears you cry out and he feels your nails dig into his back as you fall apart. He likes the pain, how you cannot control yourself with him (only ever in private).

“Fuck,” he gasps softly. “I’m going to come, I mean it.”

Your answering whimper is enough and his body tenses as his hips stutter sharply. He fully understands why he keeps doing this to himself, why he cannot bring himself to hate it. His fingers tighten around your wrist as his breathing stalls and he comes, muttering fuck as he does so.

When his breathing starts up again, he looks at you. Your eyelids are heavy. Your smile is sated. He shakes his head at you a little bit. “I can’t believe you.”

“Sure you can,” you whisper. “You say that like I’m crazy about something.”

Alex examines your face. If this was origami, then he thinks it’s all unfolding right now. He wants to read the creased lines after, like the way those weird witch ladies read palms and say vague things that might apply to your life. He might read his regrets and he might come away feeling like he’s wasted his time, at least he knows that moment will have been the last time he’ll have done something like that. He might miss the original shape of the thing, though.

“I’m crazy, I think,” he says, and he kisses you firmly. The only problem is that he’s not done with you yet. He doesn't want you to be done with him for a while.

The way it’s turning out for him now is that he’s realising he doesn’t know which way the creased lines are meant to bend, and that means there was no point in counting them.

—

“Are you going to take your books with you to France?” Alex asks when he points at your bookshelf. He's doing the last of his homework. It’s due tomorrow and he's struggling with it.

“No,” you say. “There's too many of them, and I'm just getting a shit room in a shit flat. I hope.”

“Housing crisis?”

“Well, they're not calling it that,” you say with a roll of your eyes. “In any case, I can't bring these. Do you want borrow any while I’m away?”

He gets up, grateful for the distraction. He examines the books on your shelves. Dostoevsky, King, Nabokov, Neruda, Hugo, Verne, Baudelaire, Dumas. Many more Alex doesn't recognise. He doesn't think he can survive majoring in Literature. He prefers reading things he likes, not reading everything—especially not if it's in a language he doesn't understand. He still looks at your row of books in French, though.

There's no need to borrow any of your books because he knows what he likes and he has them stacked in a pile by his bed in the corner of his room. But the offer is tempting: he can return it to you. Make a solid excuse to see you over hols to someone if there's someone who needs an excuse from him over this.

“This one? La choot.”

“Don't ever say that again. Don't you know a chute is?”

“I do. I thought it'd annoy you if I said it that way.”

You roll your eyes at him and he grins as he takes the book from your shelf. La Chute. Camus. He likes Camus, he can't read French, but he can find an English copy somewhere and try to read it all until his eyes cross. He’s overtaken by a strange desire to impress you. For you to remember this, as if you wouldn't remember him.

“You can't read French.”

He shrugs. “Camus is okay.”

You smile and sit on your bed. The movement alone feels like an invitation, but you've washed your sheets and done it up so it looks neat, like you two haven't been sleeping and having sex in it all weekend. He resists the temptation and stays still by your bookshelf.

“I hate that book, actually, so you can keep it.”

“No thanks,” he says. “If you hate it then I'll probably hate it too, so you can keep this hateful book after I read it and decide it’s shite.”

Alex wants the excuse. Here you are denying him without even realising it, or maybe you do, which he finds emblematic of something he doesn’t want to describe to himself. Not during daylight hours, at least. You always said that after midnight was the time to make wishes because then whoever might make it come true would hear you better without the din of all the other voices. He decides that the evening is for materialising that wish from his grievances in the daytime.

You shrug. His gaze follows the movement of your bare shoulders. “I could collect people’s hatred with it.”

“What, no. This is our thing. I don’t want anyone else’s hate in it.”

He watches you roll your eyes. Compulsively, he thinks of how you do that in bed. He feels powerless just watching you breathe, talk, exist. Before all of this, he had established that he had no significant appreciation for young love as a romance genre. Now he thinks he might hate it because he feels like he is a sopping wet cloth gathering every handsome, young male lead’s tears for himself. None of those leads are even teenagers, really. They never manage to capture the urgency of each moment, rushed by the fact that he now feels like he’s at the age where careless words and small, stupid decisions precipitate monumental consequences, and all of those come chasing him whether he likes it or not.

Alex was, after all, the one to come to you. He was the one that had foolishly told you that you didn’t actually bother him when he made a face about being grouped into a thing with you and a few other people he is bothered by. Then he was the one that wanted the clarification when you told him you liked him. It was such a careless, casual thing. How? he had asked, and now he is here.

And he was also the one to suggest going to France if you cared about French Literature so much. Why don’t you just go there then? You’re smart enough to get in. He had said that, and again, he is now here.

Later you take him to the front door to say goodbye, because your parents are due to come home in an hour. “Well, bye then,” you say.

He kisses you as you two linger by the front door. You will see each other tomorrow. Neither of you will speak to each other unless strictly, absolutely necessary, on pain of death. He makes no mention of this and he doesn’t protest because you’re not complaining about this arrangement—and he’s not a fucking wuss or a sap or the whiny sort—so he doesn’t complain about it either. Someone’s gonna crack over this and he almost maliciously hopes it’s you. It would be pretty fucking shameful if it was him.

You’re a right terror too, even if no one else can see it. You would probably deserve it if you cracked.

He recalls what he thought last night: how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be afraid of you. How he knows that you know that. Nor does he think you’ll ever be afraid of him, and he knows that as much as he knows up is up and down is down. The problem here is that if you cracked it would inevitably come back right around to him as these things are wont to do when you are involved.

Besides, how could he ever feel this way for other people? He doesn’t rule out the possibility that someone else might try to do this sort of casual, secret thing to him again but you have ruined it for him completely. Its highs are things no one else will ever be able to reach and its lows are things he doesn’t think he’ll ever willing participate in a second time. You have a terrible sort of hold over him and he doesn’t want you to let go. He cannot imagine losing it. He’ll take it in any shape it comes in.

“Bye,” Alex says, pulling away and walking out the front door. He doesn’t look back to see you watching him. Everything feels temporary, because it is.

He can never have this wonderful, terrible weekend again. At least he knows it’ll lose its shine the next time he gets you alone.

[nerves-nebula]

this gonna be a bitchy post lacking in nuance but who cares. im annoyed.

child predators and abusers will use literally whatever is most effective to groom someone, that's kind of the whole fuckin point. pointing out that they can use certain media to groom kids is like pointing out that you can drink liquids. like yea you sure can. you can groom a kid through their interest in sesame street. you can groom a kid with adventure time. you can twist even the most harmless story book with a Nice Upstanding Moral at the end into whatever you want.

when i was in high school I basically fell in love with any teacher that gave me food cuz i was fucking starving and that's a way more effective way to gain my trust than like, idk, sketchy fandom porn. (which i also loved as a kid/teen but I never really talked to people online or in person about it cuz i didnt wanna get adults in trouble!) and if someone online was weird to me back then i just ghosted them cuz i didn't have to exist in meat space with them if they made me uncomfortable.

anyway back to my point: should we ban granola bars cuz they were a way to fast-track the trust of food insecure kids? the way some of y'all talk about abuse, and grooming in specific is so frustrating, like, what are you fuckin talking about. grooming is a series of actions a person chooses to take to get what they want, it's manipulation, what they use to groom people with is entirely situational and moreover irrelevant.

should we all just sit in 5 x 5 cubes and paint neutral faces on a canvas till we die or should we try to have systems in place to prevent adults from gaining so much control over kids just by being kind of nice to them. and that's not even getting into how censorship literally never works the way you might want it to. it's impossible to create censorship that isn't inherently bigoted and useless because the only people with the power to properly censor are the people with the most power in general. and they do not like the rest of us. and they are also often on the side of abusers, if not abusers themselves!

yall will gives thousands of notes to posts that basically say they want the haze code back cuz you're too dumb and reactionary to think about fucking anything other than "child abuse bad so i guess i agree." then go patting yourselves on the back without having helped a single child.

yall love to feel vindicated more than you care about victims. don't act like anything you do is for the survivors if your focus is always on retribution or censorship against the abusers. you don't care about us. you don't remember we even exist half the time. none of you have looked into what actually helps us, none of you internalize our complicated feelings, none of you are willing to ease up on your christian ideas of sex and sexuality unless we explain our entire traumatic backstories to you. and then you say we're broken and need help, as if what we don't really need is for you to back us up or leave us the fuck alone.

none of you care. you just wanna find acceptable targets for your anger so you can feel good about destroying the Bad Person. dont piss me off

[iolite-moodboards]

𓈒༷♪˚.✧ How to make a mockup like this for smaus, ocs, etc. (step-by-step tutorial ☆ no Photoshop, easy, free) (requested by @lovebittenbyevans) ✿

guys this took me two hours to make and you could probably get this done in like, 30 minutes :) I hope this is coherent <3 Please look back this image for comparisons, if my explanation is not well explained, etc.

first of all, if you dont already have one, make a free canva acount. once you're signed in, hit the purple "create design" button on the sidebar. A pop-up will appear with different design template options. For this design, we want the dimentions to be 1080 x 1080, so you can either make a custom size or choose the instagram post (square) template by either searching or scrolling through the list.

2. Now you have a blank page. Zoom in with the slider at the bottom of the page if you need to (Mine is currently zoomed in 41%). Click on the page and change the color to an off black (hex code #111111).

3. Now that the color is changed, click the "elements" tab and search "line". Click the shape and it will add it to the page automatically. These line are particularly hard to navigate and hard to get it at the right angle and length so this part might take a little longer than the rest.

4. stretch it from top to button and turn in a 90 angle so its straight on the left side of the page. Change the color of this as well to a grey tone (hex code #2F2F2F).

5. Now we'll add the Instagram logo. Click the "text" tab then click the purple "add text box" button. Write "Instagram" in the box and change the font to "apricots". This is the closest font I could find that resembled the logo font but if you find a better one, feel free to use that instead. Make the font size 19.3 (you can do this manually or do it in the text options). Change the color to grey color (hex code #707070). Add it to the upper left corner of the page like this:

6. now we're adding icons and a menu inside the border we just made. Click the "elements" tab again and search for "instagram home icon" and add the element by sketchify to the page. Click the home icon, an options icon with pop-up above the page. Look for the "Position" button and click it. Scroll to find the advanced options and you can manually type in the width and height at 26.6 and 28.7.

Move it inside the border, under the logo (photo below). Change the color again (the hex code is #707070).

7. Open the text tab and add a text box. Change the font to Canva Sans and write "Home" in the box. Change the font size to 18.1 and align with with the house icon. It will look something like this,

8. Go into the elements tab again and search "instagram search icon". Scroll until you find the one by sketchify and add it to the page.

9. Shrink it so the W and H is at 36.6 and 31.3. Move it below the home icon until a purple "67" pop ups and aligns under it. Change it to the same color as the Home text and icon (#707070). Go ahead and Duplicate the the "Home" text box and clicking it and a pop-up will show up then edit the text so it says "Search" and align with the searcch icon we just added.

10. You know the drill. We are continuing to search up more icons in the "elements" tab. Search "instagram compass icon" and choose the one by sketchify (are u seeing the pattern?). Add it to the page and change the width and heigth to 33.1. align it under the search icon just like how we did before and change it to the say colors as the other icons.

11. Do the same as before and write "Explore" in a text box and align it with the icon. We're doing the same thing for all of these.

We'll be using the same search prompt for all of these icons so just change the type of icon you're looking for like we've done before hand. Next look for the Instagram reel icon and add the outlined one by sketchify and change the W and H to 31.2 x 30.9. Change the color to the ones we've used before, align it underneath the icons above and add your text ("Reels").

12. The next icon is an outlined, "sent" one. W and H is 31.1 x 27. The text will say "Send". Then an heart outline by sketchify; W and H is 34.2 x 29.1 and the text is "Likes". Next is the "create" outline icon by sketchify, W and H is 36.8.

(p.s if you are struggling to align the icons and text correctly, shoot me a message and I'll send you the X and Y positions ;D)

If you followed it through, it should look like this,

13. Now onto step 13, we'll be adding the Threads logo. You don't have to add this but to make it look more like the actual website, I will be adding it. Open the "text" tab and add a text box. Write an "@" symbol in the box and change the font to Nanum Sqaure and the size to 24.9. Add in the bottom corner below all the icons we just added to our page. We need another text box now (Color is still #707070), write "Threads" and align it to the "@" symbol.

14. We're adding another icon now. Search "Instagram menu icon" and find a wireframe menu icon by sketchify. the W and H are 42.5 x 24.6. Add a text box that says "More". It will look like this:

We are a quarter way done now :D

15. Search in the elements tab "circle frame" and look for the one with a little border around it.

At first, the circle will be green and inside the circle will be white. Change the white to color of the background of the page (hex code #111111) then change the green to a grey color (#8D8986).

16. Add a new text box, change the font to Canva Sans and the size to 22.8 and the color is white. I just wrote "user.name" in the box. the W and H will be 153.3 x 35.7.

Enter the "elements" tab and search for a blue checkmark and find the icon by Victor Aguiar. The W and H is 28.1 by 28.

17. Search in the search box for a rectangular shape and add it to the page. Place it next to your username and checkmark icon and make the W and H to 149.6 x 38. Add another and place it next to the other rectangle shape. the W x H is 111.4 x 36.7.

Change the color of both boxes to #2F2F2F. Add a text box and write "following" then change the W and H to 82.6 x 21.8 and fit it inside the first box. Add a second text box and write "message" in it then change the W and H to 77.8 x 21.8. Change both text colors to #7A7A7A

18. Add another text box. Write "<" and turn it upside down and place it beside the "following" text inside the rectangle. Adjust the size as you need to. I also like the round the corners to around 8 so its not so pointy and square.

19. Add 3 new text boxes. Write the amount of posts, the amount of accounts you're following and the amount of followers your have. Write "20 posts", "30 following" "40 followers". Bold the numbers and change the text W and H to 116.4 x 32.7. These are just place holders that I use.

20. Open the "elements" tab again and search "frame". Choose the first one.

We want the height and width to be 268 x 252.4. Place it at the bottom of the page but we want some space between the frame and the page.

Now we'll duplicate the frame we just placed (the icon between the comment and trash can on the pop up above the frame). Place it next to the previous frame but we want to leave a bit of space between them like this:

If its a little wonky, don't worry. You can always adjust it so it looks right.

Duplicate the frame again and place it next the second frame you just placed, same distance between. Make sure they're even. Now we have a row.

Select all three frames and duplicate them. Move them above our original frames but leave a little space between them.

Again, if they're uneven, adjust them as you need to.

21. Select the line again from the elements tab. Stretch starting from the top frame to the last frame and make the color grey (#2F2F2F).

Because the line is stupid hard to navigate, use something like a text box to mark where you want it to end like this:

Delete the text box and the line with be where we want it.

22. On to the highlight reels. Seach for "add button" and find the one by Barudak Lier.

Change the heigh and width to 81.1 and move it above the border.

Search for circle frames now and add this one to the page (The same one we used for the pfp), change the width and height to 85.4 and move it next to the add button. Since this is a generic, blank template, I add about 4 of these highlight frames but you can do however many you want. You can change the border color to a gradient or leave it grey.

Add a text box now. The font will be Canva Sans, the size will be 18.1 and the color will be white. Change the text to "Add" and place it under our add button. Make more of these text boxes to place under the circle frames. Depending on which frame its under, write "Highlight 1", "Highlight 2", etc. etc. or you can give them different names and such.

23. Add another text box, write "name" and bold it, change the size to 19.1 and the W and H to 69.2 x 28.8. The font will be Canva Sans and the color will be white. It will go under the amount of posts, followings and followers.

Add another box. The font is Canva Sans, font size to 20.1, the W and H is 40.8 x 31.3 and the color is white as well. This is our "bio". Place it under "name".

Yay!🎉🎉🎉 You're halfway done!

24. Search for a shape in the elements. Look for the rectangle again and add it. Change the width and height to 460 x 760.4 and the color to an off black/grey color (#191919), placing it like this:

Get the same kind of square frame we used before to make the profile grid and make it the same size as the rectangle we just added. Place right up against the rectangle like it's its other half. Add another line like before and span across the upper half of the black rectangle as a border then add a circle frame inside the border.

Add a text box, "user.name" and align it with the frame. The text is white and the W and H is 111.5 x 25.9

25. Add more circle frame along the inside of the rectangle to resemble the comment section. Make sure the W and H of the frames are 46.1.

Add more text boxes that align with the frames you just made and write "username" again and bold them. Add even more text boxes that align with the usernames and write "comment". These are place holders for when you decide to use this template.

Add another rectangle on the lower part of the rectangle and make the color black. and search for "instagram heart icon", "instagram comment icon" and "instagram send icon". Make sure the lines are thick. Find the heart icon by sketchify, and the the comment and send icon are by Mirazz Creations. Make the lines white and make sure the W and H are the following:

Heart icon: 38.7 x 32.9

Comment icon: 35.2 x 35. 8

Send icon: 35 x 32

Next, look for "instagram bookmark icon" and find the one by Adricreative. Change the color to white and the W and H to 29.7 x 40.2. Move it to the other end of the rectangle.

26. Now add three circles frames and change the W and H to 37.2. Move them below the heart icon and have them overlap each other some. Then, add a text box and write "liked by username and 1000 others". Change the font size to 13.6 and change the font to Canva sans. the color will be white. Align this with the three overlapped frames.

27. Look in the elements tab for an emoji icon and choose the one by Soni Soukell from Noun Project. The W and H will be 32.8 and the color is white.

Now add a another text box and write "Write a comment". The color will be white, the font size will be 14.2 and align with the emoji icon you just placed.

Search for "next arrow button" by Pixeden and make the W and H 42.8 then add it to both sides of the post.

And you're all done with your template! All that is left to do is fill it but before doing that, duplicate the page so you always have an extra blank mockup if you want to use it again.

To fill the frames, upload an image (or use a Canva stock photo), drag and hover it over the frame and it will fill the frame.

Hope this was helpful and you you successfully made one :D <3

[dangraccoon]

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Chapter 11 - Morning

Word Count: 752

Content: hangover, sobering up in more ways than one

For @literallyjustanerd, based on this post

The pounding in his head was the first thing Cody became aware of when he awoke. As his aching brain began registering other stimuli, he realized he was holding his datapad below the blanket. Did he have a blanket in his office? No, he didn’t think he did, no matter how often he accidentally fell asleep there. Besides, the fabric was much too soft to be GAR-issue. 

He hit the button, powering up the display screen. His eyes balked at the sudden bright light and pain seared through his head.

The spreadsheet was still up. He looked over his haphazard entry from the previous night.

“I thnk. I lov e him”

Cody blinked at the words. He knows he wrote them. He remembers writing them in a hazy kind of way. More importantly, he knows they’re true. Despite the dense fog that surrounded his brain, things felt more clear than they had for the past two years. 

He’d spent so much time trying to figure out whether or not Kenobi loved him that he’d never stopped to really define his own feelings.

And it was love. He was absolutely, completely, head over heels in love with his General. His stomach roiled with nausea from his hangover, but his heart leapt with excitement.

The very few previous times he’d gotten so drunk, his memory of the night before had been spotty but not this time. No, this time he felt like he remembered every detail. 

The way Kenobi talked to him– no, not just talked, Kenobi was flirting with him and he had been flirting back.

They smiled and joked and laughed together. They danced together. Cody had never felt so much like a real person as he had last night.

He sat up, letting the blanket slide off, his world spinning and vision going spotty for a brief moment as bile clawed up his throat.

Then, in the darkness, he saw them.

A still steaming mug of very strong caf by the smell of it and a paper med cup. He picked it up, two blue and red tablets rattled inside.

Painkillers and caf. His General had checked in on him. His heart started to warm but paused, then picked up his datapad again as doubt echoed in the back of his mind.

This was getting out of hand. Despite what he now had fully realized and defined, he couldn’t have feelings for the General. If the General ever found out, it would put him in an impossible situation.

And if he did return Cody’s feelings–which he doubted; General Kenobi was a kind person and Cody was doing him a disservice to believe he could be interested in a nobody like him–and anyone found out? At minimum, Cody would be stripped of rank and decommissioned, though he expected a firing squad. He didn’t know what would happen to Kenobi but he was sure it wouldn’t be good.

He’d record this last entry, and then he’d have to cut himself off. He couldn’t ever tell the General why, but their odd friendship had to ease across the line back into professional territory. He’d been playing with fire too long, and the thought of Kenobi being the one to get burned was too much to bear.

Rex: you alive today brother

Cody: Functional enough and definitely hungover. Given my recent thoughts, I might still be drunk. How are you and your twins?

Rex: the boys went a bit crazy with some of the shinies but we didnt have to bribe fox this time

Rex: ahsoka and anakin found us and brought us home

Rex: that spotchka was strong

Rex: almost surprised it didnt kill us

Cody: I’m thinking something similar.

Rex: not really what i was asking about though

Rex: saw your spreadsheet

Rex: i think your explanations are in the wrong spots

Cody: I think we both know it doesn’t matter much anymore. That it can’t matter.

Rex: i know what youre thinking codes

Rex: but dont

Rex: cant you see that he loves you

Cody: Drop it, Rex; it’s done. There’s nothing we can do about it anymore.

Rex: he spent the last 2 years trying to show you that

Rex: dont shove it all aside

Cody: Rex’ika, you’ve been very tolerant of me and I can’t thank you enough for that, but please let it go. 

Rex: youre making a mistake kote

   ⨂ Rex: please orivod just talk to me

[This comm channel has been muted for 24 standard hours]

Event: Left painkillers and a hot cup of caf for me when I woke up hungover

Rational explanation: He might have done this for everyone. He probably did this for everyone.

Irrational explanation: Last night meant the same thing to him that it did to me

Additional notes: I woke up covered with a blanket. I don’t think I went to sleep with a blanket

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[importantwh1spers]

Episode 1 the last of us season 2 thoughts from a huge fan of the games

SPOILER WARNING (LOTS OF SPOILERS)

Ok wow, so many thoughts

Abby's new introduction;

It was fine. Honestly I think it would have been better if they'd kept it as it was in the games, it becomes clear why abby does what she does and I dont think we needed this introduction type scene to establish her or her character. But the scene wasn't bad or anything. But I don't think it was needed and wouldn't have made a difference if it wasn't there.

The stalker in the mall;

The tension in this scene was brilliant, the way they shot Ellie moving between shelves and the stalker in the background was great, and the aftermath of the attack and having it discussed at the council was really cool and established a new type of enemy and gave an insight into how things are handled at Jackson. Thoroughly enjoyed.

Dina;

So glad we're seeing a lot more of Dina, in her conversations with Joel and her interactions with Ellie. The way they're writing her character is great and i think represents the game Dina wonderfully. I like that she's got more scenes than she does in the game and we're getting to know her, her relationships, and her feelings for Ellie early on. Perfectly cast aswell.

Abby;

We didn't see much of Abby in episode one, and while I was orgionally dissapointed with the casting, not because I don't think Kaitlyn Dever is a good fit but moreso because she isn't the same build as Abby. It might not seem like a huge thing especially for those who haven't played the games. But when Abbys brute strength and build was something that was so emphasised in the games and also so dragged through the mud for ridiculous reasons, it was a shame not to see them stand firm with it and cast someone who fit that. However I can already see how brilliant Dever is going to be so my hopes are high.

The dance scene;

It was brilliant, some parts were shot for shot with the videogames and I loved that, they also kept the music the same which was nice. The set was stunning. I was slightly disappointed that they changed some of the Ellie and Jessie conversation dialogue as I thought it was funnier in the game but it was still good.

Dina and Ellies scene here was beautiful, Ramsey and Merced are incredible and they performed this scene amazingly. I loved their interaction and the Seth scene was also brilliant. Honestly just 10/10 I was worried about this scene as a fan of the games and was not dissapointed.

Other little bits I loved;

We see Ellies relationship with other characters that we dont see as much in the games. I loved her sniper scene with Tommy and her interactions with Jessie and other people like Kat on the patrol. Also her interactions with Dina where amazing and builds both their characters in an amazing way.

Her alteration of the bite mark from the stalker - her conversation with Tommy and the stalker scene show how crucial it is that Ellies immunity is kept under wraps. And its clear that while she does joke about it with Tommy. She is also terrified and scared of what would happen if it got out, as she cuts through the bite marks to make it look like a different injury. Same with the chemical burns under her tattoo.

The employee board in the mall - great homage to the games there (in the games the dogs employee of the month date is the code to unlock a safe)

Joel - Joel Joel Joel, poor Joel. I love that it's established that he's going to therapy and trying to desperately claw for his relationship with Ellie. It's so clear how Joel sees Ellie as a daughter and the way he says things like "I never should have allowed her to move into the garage etc" really establish how far their relationship has come in the five year cut between season 1 and 2, even if it's in a rough patch right now. I also like that they haven't fully established why Ellie is acting the way she is for TV audiences yet. Looking forward to how they deal with that. Also love Joel's relationship with Dina, and how she's also trying to get them back on friendly terms.

The bottle throwing - another great game homage

Overall - it was absolutely great, the casting is amazing along with the sets. 9/10

[ladyiristheenchantress]

Morals and Ethics

Hello Friends!! to preface: This post is not here to police anyone on what is the 'correct' way to practice. My aim on this post is to be culturally and magically informed, so this isnt going to be a take down of any belief or path line. Instead this post is offered up as a way to not only build your own moral frame work, but get you thinking about where you stand magically and enhance how you practice! Our moral frameworks are all unique, something that would be a faux pas in your practice might be something thats culturally common in others, so lets throw on our thinking caps and get started!

What is building an ethical and moral framework?

Building an ethical background in witchcraft involves establishing a set of principles, values, and guidelines that guide your magical and spiritual practices! In essence It helps ensure that your actions align with your moral compass (Wherever it may lie). This background can help you make informed decisions, cultivate energy, and maintain a respectful and balanced relationship with both you and your magic.

Some religions and paths have their own moral and ethical framework, for example lyma is this idea of "something to be washed away" and is a big deal when practicing within Hellenic Spaces! It would be immoral to approach an altar without washing your hands if they were dirty, but on the flip side some cultures actively encourage dirty hands like people who worship earth within their gardens. Depending on your path you might have a specific framework.

Another aspect is moral frameworks change and that is ok!! Its important we aren't stagnate and its ok to change your mind and feel like you want to change things up. That is totally reasonable and people do it all the time like with politics, religious affiliations, jobs, and more! Ethical and Moral compasses can change just like we do.

How to build an ethical framework

Self-Reflection: Start by exploring your own values, beliefs, and moral code. Reflect on what is important to you, what you stand for, and how these values relate to your magical practices. Also now would be the time to decolonize your beliefs and explore your biases. Its ok to acknowledge your bias, as long as you are working through it. If you dont know what decolonizing your beliefs is I left a helpful video above, just click 'decolonize your beliefs'

Research and Study: Deep dive into different ethical systems and philosophies. Familiarize yourself with various witchcraft traditions, such as New age spirituality, Pagan magical systems, and country/area specific + their associated ethical guidelines. Read books and articles about ethics in witchcraft whether you agree or disagree. During this time you are simply collecting as many perspectives as possible and comparing them to how you feel, don't feel pressured to follow something if you don't feel it applies to you.

Connect with a Mentor or Community: If possible, seek guidance from an experienced witch or spiritual space who can share their ethical insights and offer advice on building your own ethical framework. The best part is, different spaces will produce their own ethical codes of conduct. For example some spaces don't allow love spell discussion for example, which is an ethical guideline.

Create Your Own Code: Based on your self-reflection, research, and guidance, create your own personal code of ethics. This code should reflect your values and guide your magical practices. It might include principles like harm none, respect nature, work for the greater good, or take no shit. Wherever you feel you sit, walk with it. Whatever comes natural to you explore it. Write down what you believe as a symbol, but do so in pencil so you can change it as needed!

Regularly Reevaluate: As you gain experience and your understanding of ethics evolves, revisit and update your ethical code. It's important to grow as your spiritual journey progresses like I mentioned above. You are not a static person, allow yourself to experience your moral compass and how to bends. Allow yourself to be fluid and honest. Not everyone is 'love and light' or 'fuck authority' your allowed to be who you need to be!

Different Types of Ethics in Witchcraft:

Note: This is not every type of ethics, but rather a couple examples of the ethics you may see in your research and which group it belongs too. This area is not meant to endorse or critique an ethical guideline but instead showcase the many that do exist.

The Wiccan Rede: "An it harm none, do what ye will." This is a central ethical guideline in Wicca, emphasizing the avoidance of harm to others as a core principle. Another one is The Threefold Law, this law suggests that the energy you send out, whether positive or negative, will return to you threefold (three times what you sent out). This encourages practitioners to be mindful of their actions.

Green Witch Ethics: Green witches emphasize their connection to nature and the importance of nurturing and protecting the environment. Their ethical background often centers around conservation, sustainability, and working with the Earth's energies respectfully.

Personal Responsibility: Some witches adhere to a more individualistic code of ethics, focusing on personal responsibility and accountability for their actions.

Balancing Left hand and Right hand: For some, ethical considerations involve finding a balance between Right and Left hand magic, and acknowledging the potential consequences of working with both, one, or neither. The right and left hand path are types of magical systems that involve different attitudes towards magic, the right hand emphasizing healing and selflessness, and the left hand emphasizing individuality and shadow aspects.

Respect for Spirits and Deities: Many witches emphasize the importance of showing respect and gratitude to the spirits, deities, and entities they work with, recognizing their agency and autonomy.

Are there any absolutes that I should be aware of?

Absolutes are ethical things that you do need to make sure you are integrating! These are really important things to note when you are learning, because if you do choose to disregard these you could contribute to some really bad concepts that intrinsically cause harm to real people

Respect - Cultural awareness, avoiding appropriation, and looking out for other people can be important. Its important that you fully evaluate a moral system before indulging in it. For example: In the love spell discussion and lot of cultural practioners voices are left out of the discussion, same with baneful discussions. Its important to listen to many groups of people and take stances that dont turn peoples cultures into a monolith, demonize them, or silence them.

Hate groups and cults - Its important that you check where a belief comes from and see if it matches with any hate groups or cult rhetoric. These groups create really flashy and easy to digest claims to try and push an agenda kind of like a salesmen. Their whole job is to try and push you into their group so they can get money, power, fame, and in some cases carry out atrocities. This corresponds with that decolonization conversation from earlier, because it can help keep you and other witchy friends safe!

Nuance - Its important to keep nuance in the conversation. Don't take extremely black and white stances if you aren't knowledgeable on the subject. I think even advanced practioners need to remember to keep nuance in their opinions and keep an open mind when presented with new information or moral ideals. Keep an open dialogue when you are having conversations, and remember to keep asking yourself why you believe the things you do.

Remember that there is no one-size-fits-all approach to building an ethical background in witchcraft. Your ethical code should be a reflection of your personal beliefs and values. It's essential to be true to yourself and to strive for a harmonious practice that aligns with your own spiritual journey! Enjoy the ride :)

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[dragonnon]

OKAY HI, JUST BEAT THE UNSPEAKABLE ADVENTURE AND BY PROXY DGS1. I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS. QUITE A FEW ACTUALLY.

Starting from the ending sequences. if you want to see my entire experience through he game just look through the live blog tag on my blog! ^^

I thought that scene was gonna be Ryunosuke and Van Zieks dueling in the courtroom, (brain want samurai fight. in fact I wanted to see a duel between Kazuma and van zieks since the 3rd case lmao) but I was pleasantly surprised. We got hints at his back story! I've been waiting the entire game for his backstory so I'm deeply satisfied. I mean I think van zieks is the prosecutor for dgs2 as well, because I never see anyone talk about a different prosecutor for dgs2 so I'm just assuming it's van zieks again.

Ryunosukes belief that no matter who you are, we can all relate to each other because we're all humans who experience human emotions is one that deeply resonates with me, and it means a lot to see it in this game, I think ryunosuke's my favorite character, he overall just means A LOT to me.

Then, with Gina, the way she was trying to be nonchalant about it all but was actually holding back tears the entire time was so cute, man. And her crying sprite reveal got me just as hard if not harder than Athena's did, like gosh, my tearducts were WORKING through the entire ending of this game.

AND RYUNOSUKE WONDERING IF HE MADE IT UP TO KAZUMA'S EXPECTATIONS BROKE ME LIKE LITERALLY. i like to make jokes that ryunosuke keeps hallucinating Kazuma, (even in the musical) but it breaks my heart every time deep down inside. Crazy how this game makes me think and feel exactly how his is. It's like I share his same grief to some extent.

(And Iris with her good news and bad news thing was really funny to me, cause I've been thinking about that for basically my entire life. personally me, I'm with ryunosuke, the good news cancels out the bad news. That along with sholmes' bit with constantly being ignored when he thinks he should've been noticed never gets old. Ever. Sholmes is king.)

Let me tell you, at the boat scene I could barely contain myself from screaming, I was so happy to see susato again and finally knowing why she was calling herself a failure all the time, despite being a actual freaking legend. ryunosuke telling her she's the BEST JUDICIAL ASSISTANT in the world was 100% deserved. She's a LEGEND. She planned ALL of that. ALL of it. And she's so humble about it too.

oh and the whole thing with the Morse code actually had me running laps around my living room, (it was 3:00AM 💀) WHAT BUSINESS DOES KAZUMA, GREGSON, AND IRIS'S DAD'S NAME HAVE BEING IN THERE. When it first dawned on me that it spelt out asogi i went absolutely feral, y'all should've seen me lmao, I was crouched on the floor in shock. if you ask me, it's gotta be a hit list right? 2 outta four people on that list are literally dead. (GREGSON WATCH YOUR SIX 😭) Wait, now that I'm thinking about it, maybe there's actually more to Kazuma's death than I thought? Gonna find out next game.

And I almost cried during the fully animated cutscene (AACJ reference lol) I miss susato already, AGAIN.

That ending sequence felt like it lasted a millennium, but once it was over it felt like it was all too soon.

I was so happy too see everyone in the character send offs. This game is really good at making me attached to absolutely every single character. Skullkin bruvvers, (& graydon) I love y'all, I hope y'all have a good time in prison, and I hope you get out the slammer soon Gina. And seeing hosonaga and soseki for what might be the last time was great, I've been missing those two.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE LAST END CREDITS PART. Kazuma and ryunosuke going on a stroll for a while, and Kazuma abruptly stops walking, ... I think from the text matter of this here post you can hypothesize what my reaction might've been. TEARS. Me and my siblings were screaming 😭

And then the part where the whole crew eventually groups together, I SCREAMED FOR EACH ADDITION. Look at the fuckkingggg.... SQUAD. and the ryunosuke and sholmes pose at the end there was the perfect way to end the ever. EVER... 👺👺

I'm looking so forward to playing DGS2 to see what's gonna happen next, I gotta know the van zieks lore and who the hell traumatized him that bad hat his face is permanently reminiscent of a depressed cat, and the Morse code lore, and if susato comes back sooner rather than later, and what she know about the hound of the Baskervilles!!

IM SO EXCITED. THIS IS MY FAVORITE ACE ATTORNEY GAME EVER. EVERRR!!!!

ACE ATTORNEY SERIES IS A GEODE AND GREAT ACE ATTORNEY IS THE BEAUTIFUL GEMSTONES INSIDE OF IT.

Definitely in my top three (as seen below.)

1. TGAA

2. SOJ

3. AJAA

TYSM FOR READING BYEEEEEEEEE!!!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Do this whenever you want, or just tell me if your burned out for TADC requests and I’ll put it on the back burner. So, there I was, sick as a dog (still am urgh) and had an idea. Could you do the crew with their s/o who got sick via a virus, like a legitimate computer virus that infected them and got them ill. Found it amusing and as a fun way to introduce real world problems to them in the digital world.

Again, this is low priority so you don’t have to worry about it too much. But other then that, I hope you’re having a marvellous day.

TADC cast x reader w/ a computer virus!

Rolling out a request before I work on art stuff tonight, this might be the nights last post !! Still stuck on mobile since my cramps are still. Keeping me from being able to do stuff at my computer <\3

Written these as a group thing since I was struggling to come up with hcs for separate characters <\3

I know you likely meant this to be executed as something akin to a cold, but I cannot shake the idea of a virus being more.. dangerous and intense, given your entire digital body is code.. ponders.. I think I'll go with a middle ground between actual threat and simple sickness

You were in your room, in fact you were hauled up in it for a while, at least a day or two.. some people were starting to get worried; thinking something happened, that you may have abstracted

Ragatha would be the one to find you in bed; body shifting and glitching about

Obviously, given how similar this was to how Kaufmo was discovered, she would think you were in the middle of abstracting.. I think her freaking out with attract the attention of the others

Ragatha is panicking, too weary to get too close out of fear she would get glitched out too and that you'd turn suddenly

Pomni would have a similar reaction, I think, especially since Kaufmo so far has been her only experience with the abstracted , and she doesnt know what the warning signs look like

Jax just. Dips. He is gone the second he sees the commotion

Kinger is stuck in place,seemingly wrecking himself for the courage to try to help you through this

Zooble seems vaguely shocked, taking a similar route as jax; though they dont leave completely

Gangle , who is in the back, scared and worried out of her mind

Caine... zips forward and after (carefully) inspecting you, announces that you're in fact not abstracting! Youre just sick!

Cue a chorus of relief but also, confusion.. actually kinger is the only one who seems to get it.. hes probably seen someone get sick before.. huh.. weird..

Apparently caine manages to stamp out most viruses before they pose any threat, but it appears sometimes things can happen.. but now with you sick, all you guys can do is wait for you to get better

But hey, caine simps! Look at it this way! You now have the teeth man as your personal bedside nurse since hes the most qualified and able to help you through this!

Kinger, Ragatha, and Gangle still visit you when you're recovering! Ragatha checks in on you to see how you're holding up! Gangle gives you little fidgets and other stuff to keep you occupied! Kinger offers reassurance that things are gonna be alright and he offers to tell you stories

Jax doesnt interact with you until long after you've recovered, far too worried about himself getting whatever yucky computer virus you've caught.. zooble is similar.. can you blame them? No one likes getting sick <\3

Pomni is in between, keeping her distance since shes not sure if what you have is contagious, but as a friend she wants to make sure you're okay.. tough calls here..

Overall, the experience itself sucks... the glitching leaves you sore and sometimes you sit still and "buffer" for extended periods of time.. it also feels like a flu, with the body aches and fatigue and all that...

[memoiich]

Obi wan Headcanons my lord? feed the poor

God, I have a lot of them .I'm going to split this up in a few parts just because it makes sense . Strap in !!!

Part 0: baby obi wan

His parents noticed that he was a surprisingly bright child, and since they were farmers from stewjon, they weren’t well off. When they had their second child (a son) they brought obi wan to a near by testing unit on the neighbour planet Klommet , in hopes of giving both him and his brother a better chance at survival.

Obi wan was tested at the age 1 and a half. He was clearly gifted but nothing special.

He used to cry a lot when he first got to the jedi temple. Most jedi got rather annoyed at the younglings crying, except one ,qui gon jin .

Qui gon voluntured a lot at the creshe , he believed that crying children needed confort not a lecture. Obi wan got attached to qui gon rather quickly as a 2 year old ( qui gon looks a bit like his late dad)

As he grew up , he got along well with the other children and formed close friendships with them ( po ,kit ,quinlan) . Seeing this, qui gon went back to helping the new kids.

Part 1 : padawan years

Obi wan is rather talented at most things, not on a “ WOW YOU’RE THE BEST “ way but more like a “…that shouldn’t go so easily “ . He picks things up quickly, which causes him to be rather inpatient. Not impulsive, he doesn’t rush he simply hates waiting. That's why he hates meditating. He doesn’t understand it.

He doesn’t know it but when discussing who would get which apprentice , his name fell quite a few times . Obi wan likes to learn and so many suspect that he would be a nice well behaved padawan.

He was so happy when they informed him that qui gon would be his master . Qui gon had always stood out as the nicest jedi , not that the others weren’t but he had seemed to understand obi wan a bit more.

The first thing qui gon asked of him was to meditate. Obi wan started stressing immediately, and it went pretty bad in the beginning. Qui gon thought it was hilarious how quickly he was distracted. “ the wall paper does not need your attention right now “ he would quip or “ breathe through your nose and dont rush it” . It took obi Wan's a year to truly be able to meditate properly.

Luckily time wasn’t wasted because his fight skills and knowledge were unmatched.

Piloting took some getting used to. Not only was he scared of heights , but he also wasn’t a fan of rollercoasters. Qui gon always noted how slow he was . “ If you keep flying like this, we won't get there before im 60 “ or “ we can always walk , it might be faster” . But his master did help him, he would go to more desserted planets with obi wan . The planets that even if he would fly faster, he couldn’t hit anything . Obi wan got his red piloting bead 5 months later with the promise to let go a little.

He picks up quickly with missions , like i said he’s a natural . His first mission was a bit stressful but after that hes pretty much set . Also when they get back to their ship , qui gon cooks a home cooked meal because hes not going to let obi wan live on war rashens and blue milk.

He also teaches him how to cook

Obi wan starts feeling a bit quilty because he starts thinking of qui gon as his dad since well he is a little. But the jedi code says no attachments and he will follow that . Until he has a nervous breakdown because if qui gon is a jedi master that follows the jedi code he probably doesn’t care about him , he ends up getting in quite a lot of danger on a mission because of this . When he confesses to qui gon why he did all that he doesn’t respond,he just pulls his padawan into a hug . “ you are my kid obi wan “

When he turns 20 , he starts to really push qui gonn to let him take his trials. He just wants to be a jedi master.

That all changes a bit when he meets the dutches of mandelore Satine . He falls inlove quickly but he’s a real coward about it ( Satine notices) . Satine ends up pulling him into a kiss 2 months later at a gala she had to attend. They had a night together……

Qui gonn knows 100% . He finds it hilarious how his bumbling fool of a padawan got himsel into this mess . He prepares for the inevitable “ im leaving the order “ not that he wants him to . Obi wan is just that kinda kid .

When he sees obi wan the next morning, he looks like he cried acts rather somber and asks when they are leaving . Qui gon figures out what happened but doesn’t say anything. They leave and he gives him some space .

For the next 2 years it all goes smoothly until…

Part 2: early Anakin years

Obi wan isn’t too happy with the orphan. They are on a dangerous mission in the middle of who knows where with the queen of a planet that’s about to die . And now they have Ani , he wasn't going to lie it was a sweet child . But why now.

Obi wan has a quiet panic attack when qui gon says he will take anakin as his apprentice . He doesn’t feel ready to take the trials since his self esteem plummeted a bit after the Satine debacle and no one helped him take care of that ( fuck the jedi council) .

During the flight back to Naboo, padme went to her room and qui gon had a call with the council, leaving obi Wan to babysit ani . The child would yap non stop “ Did you make your own lightsaber?” “Yes” “can i hold it?” “No” “ when do i get mine?” “ When you're ready” “ but i am ready” “ no you’re not “ “yes i am “ “ no you’re not “ “ Did you choose THAT color?” “ Yes, i did” “ It's kinda ugly” “…” . A true test of patience but strangly lovable.

About 2 hours later was when the child fell asleep next to obi Wan . Anakin was still shivering , tattooine was a warm planet, something the ship heaters couldn’t compete with. Obi wan draped his long outer coat over the boy in hopes of giving him some warmth . Seeing the child peacefully asleep, Obi wan realised why his master liked him.

It took 48 hours to get to Naboo . It also took 48 hours for Obi wan to look at Anakin as his little brother.

When he first sees Maul he’s scared . He doesn’t want to be, but he simply is . Back in school him and his friends would joke about the sith and how cool it would be to defeat one . Right now , face to face with the first sith in ages , he’s horrified, and the red zebrak seems to kick on it

All he hears are the red force feels buzzing . He doesn’t hear his own scream or the blood dripping from his master . He feels an immense amount of pain, but the moment those shields lay down, he's up . He only focuses on gett to his master in time .And when he’s hanging in the hole , he snaps back into his jedi mind. The sith shows a new hubris, and he sees his chance. He wins

When qui gonn tells him his final wish , he can only lie to him . He doesn’t feel fit to be a master ,he might be the only jedi who pased the old trials ( to kill a sith ), but he feels like a fraud to weak to safe his master. Qui gon passes in his arms and obi wans let the tears fall.

He sees Anakin after he returns from his “trip” and he almost wants to cry again . Anakin looks so confused “ where’s qui gon ?” “ he passed away , anakin” The tears start to well in the little boys eyes, and all that obi can do is pull him into a hug .

The next weeks are quite hard , anakin becomes his padawan, and he becomes a jedi master. They attend qui gons' funeral, and anakins enters the academy since he needs to do both his padawan ship and the basic training. He is a bit pissy about it , but obi Wan cheers him up with home cooked meals .

They are not allowed to go on mission yet together just obi wan alone, and its extremely hard breaking to leave anakin alone .

When they are home together, obi wan pampers the little guy rotten. He brushes and braids anakins hair he buys him miniatuur planes in hopes of getting a better piolet than he is . He helps him with his homework, and he is just a total single dad .

When about a year has passed obi wan realised that he didn't know his birthday so he asked ani and he didn’t know either . They chose marche 5th because its a week from then and obi Wan can plan his birthday.Ani loved it.

Anakin doesn't make a lot of friends in school or anywhere. Which bothers obi Wan greatly , he thinks anakin is a great kid who can do no wrong. It all escalated when a child calls Anakin a slave ( obi wan does not know how they got here )

Obi wan threatens to destroy him to the boys face . He ends up crying, and Anakin isn’t bothered ever again. ( the jedi council was not happy )

And so it pretty much continues for a few years

Part 3: late anakin years

Anakin is now 20 years old, which is double the age he was when obi Wan met him .

Many people think that obi Wan is past his prime, but this man is absolutely ribbed. He has perfect physique, he’s just covered in robes and coats and stuff

He keeps extra kyber crystals around because Anakin keeps losing/breaking his lightsaber

Anakin requested black robes, and the council wouldn’t let him because of the association with the sith, and obi wan was like “ No , let my padawan express himself . Plus, I killed the last sith years ago “ so they let him because nothing is scarier than getting on obi wans' bad side

When they meet padmé again, obi Wan is almost laughing at how bad anakin is hiding his feelings for her . He also realises that he will have to talk to his padawn about it .

Obi wan gets a little stricter over the last year since anakin definitely doesn't think before he does anything

When the council decided to let Anakin go with Padme , he couldn't help but warn anakin once again. He reminds him of the problems that might occur or the heartbreak ( he's definitely not projecting)

When shmi dies, he tries his best to support anakin best he can . He doesn’t remember his parents, but he assumes it's like losing Qui gon, so he does everything he needed back then . Home cooked meals ,hugs ,pep talks, pulling him out of mission….

He noticed from the moment they set foot into the arena that they were together. On the one hand, he was extremely nervous about it, and on the other, he was a bit proud of his boy.

ALSO, he gets that shiver down his spine because he realises that qui gon knew about him and Satine, and he's a bit embarrassed about it .

He doesn't tell it to anakin because just like his master he thinks that it might be better to give them space .

He gets really offended that he wasn't invited to the wedding. He knows it was supposed to be undercover, but please

Padme and anakin will sometimes invite him for dinner as if they aren't dating, and he truly enjoys those evenings together.

He likes padme immensely . She helps to calm anakin down, and she's all around a great person .

She's also the first out of her and anakin to realise that obi Wan knows . Sadly, this happens after the wedding, so now it's like a shared secret.

Now that anakin left the nest , he gets to enjoy hobbies. He starts experimenting with cooking until Kit , Quinlan and Po are so done with it that they start ordering out . Then he gets a pet a feathered veractyle he names boga , when the planet he’s visiting allows it she will be his transport . He also keeps a variety of plants ( they remind him of qui gon) and books .he collects golden trinkets. Anakin jokes that it all goes against the jedi code, but he likes it .

HE ALSO LOVES TO GOSSIP with his clones anakin padme kit po anyone that wants to listen.

Talking about his clones , he loves them dearly not as much as anakin but like coby is one of his closest friends.

212 has tried to give him nicknames before, but it never sticks , they do like saying the negotiator in funny voices .

Obi wan thinks that his clones are the best clones, but it seems that every jedi thinks that.

He is now a jedi council member, and he still has that off feeling that he doesn’t deserve it . His ideas dont link with the others, and he feels that he doesn't have a lot of influence on it . Qui gon was never part of it, and he understands why more and more. He loves being a jedi master but kinda hates the council.

That also makes it really hard for him to help Anakin with his dissatisfaction with his position rn . Being on the council but not a master feels like the worst-case scenario, but he has to help anakin not be pissy, so he does . It is a great honor to be on the council.

He didn't know about padmé being pregnant. So he just thought anakin was so stressed out about his career and the jedi order . After everything happened as it did , he felt that he didn’t support anakin correctly.

Obi wan objected when they wanted anakin to spy on Palpetine . He doesn’t want his boy near any danger and definitely not in the front line . He yells and fights for it until it goes to a vote, just as his seat on the council, obi Wan would leave the council immediately if it meant that Anakin was 100% safe . In the end , the vote goes for the spying and obi wans demands to tell anakin himself. It doesn’t go well, obi Wan feels like he's betraying his brother.

In the coming weeks, he will see the loveable orphan of tatooine change to a traumatized war veteran, and he's not happy about it. He tries to calm him down and speak to him just like he did when shmi died . Sadly, this time, it doesn’t seem to work.

When his clones betray him , he feels fear for the first time since the deul of the faiths . Not only is he in danger, but they are in danger , anakin might be in danger . He feels his life falling from betw his fingers . Boga and some of his dear clones die when he gets back to his ship . He calls to anakin, but he doesn’t pick up . He flies to the temple.

When yoda and him visit the temple, dread fills his mind. He still didn’t receive anything from anakin and was really worried about it . They see the temple lithered with death children, and all he sees are small Anakin's death on the floor . Then they see the footage of the night before, and the world falls beneath him . Anakin is a murderer, a sith, and still his brother . Obi wan chooses to go alone to face him ….

{that one deleted scene }

The deul with anakin is the worst moment of his life. Nothing compares to it . He tries to enter with an open mind and the little voice in the back of his mind telling him to redeem anakin . Sadly hes to far gone. The deul ends with his dying friend near the fire , obi wans whole life in pieces and a almost death padme.

The birth of Luke and leia is a small piece of hope, but padmé passes away . Obi wan has no one anymore.

He's extremely happy with the organas asking to adopt leia, and he himself asks to adopt Luke, but that did not happen because of the circumstances. If the sith starts hunting jedi , Obi wan will be at the top of the list

In the end, he lives near Luke until he grows to be a jedi .

He tries to meditate, but his bond to the force is pretty much broken .

Part 4: obi wan alone

Since moving to Tatooine, he has got some new dreams . He gets flashbacks to his childhood before being a jedi, but the worst once are the anakin once . They all start the same , meeting ani quick flashes through their years together and then Mustafar .

He believes that he killed anakin and that he burnt to death .

He has mixed feelings towards his actions. On the one hand, he as a jedi had to kill him, but as his brother, he is simply broken.

He doesn’t think of himself as a jedi anymore. Over the years, he has come to question the jedi order . For how they treated anakin and ahsoka even padme . He promised to himself that he wouldn’t teach Luke to throw away his emotions.

When darth maul shows up on tattooin, he's in some strange way. Sorry for him . They were both just children raised for war , he wished partly that they could have got Maul out before Naboo or that he wouldn’t hold the anger he had towards him for the death of his father . He took a deep breath and let it go . In the end, Maul died in his arms , the same way he had hoped he would have pulled anakin up after their duel.

He tries to meditate again in hopes of connecting to qui gons' spirit or anakins . He hopes to apologise to anakin to pet his hair and tell him it's alright to get one last evening diner with padmé and Anakin . From qui gon, he just wants comfort a long hug or a smile that shows him he’s proud of his padawan, even a home cooked meal .

He starts working as a butcher for sand whales . In the beginning, he used to walk there, but then lars pointed out that that was really suspicious for the other people in town . So he went shopping for a transport that was nice and easy to maintain . That's how he ends up with his eopie Akkani .

Akkani is a bit of a lazy animal , she just wants to eat and walk and eat again. He's happy he has a pet, tho because he gets a bit lonely.

He keeps all of his jedi things in a chest in his gave , including his own lightsaber and 2 sets of beads . One set is his own padawan braid beads, and the other are anakins . He also has some other stuff such as qui gon' s old kitchen knife and some pictures of his clones scrabs of r2d2 when he needed repairs a feather of boga some model airplanes anakin used to play with and so on. ( NO BURYING IN THE DESSERT I HATE THAT)

He really wants to train Luke, but Lars won’t let him . Which hurts obi Wan a lot . He wouldn’t push Luke to be a soldier like the once before , he would connect him to the force just like qui gon wanted with Anakin .

That's why he started reading up on the ancient scripts about the jedi . He loves the Yawa sellers just because he can buy his books without the empire noticing.

He will wait forever in hopes of setting the universe back to balance for the mistake he made on Mustafar.

This took so long and its not even all of it .( i left out the kenobi series because i didn’t want to rewrite it and i couldn’t figure out how to add to it without rewriting it srry)

Also i wrote a little obi wan reacting to ahsoka being Anakins padawn not that long ago ( link below )

And i left his later relationship with satine and maul out because it might be a bit long . If you want that you can always ask in my requests ( i do have some thoughts about those)

{masterlist}

[dark-elf-writes]

Another prompt for birthday week if you dont mind: Inko tries to get back on Izuku’s good side after abandoning him at her brother Shouta’s place because Izuku is a famous hero. Izuku’s partner cuts her off

Hitoshi just wanted to go to sleep.

It was hardly a new feeling for him. There was little he loved more than sinking onto the nearest semi-flat surface to catch whatever sleep he could after finishing his patrols, made even better when he could coax Izuku to lay with him, so he could soak in their warmth and bury his face in their curls to just breathe them in. But here, standing halfway in one of the second floor windows and making eye contact with familiar green eyes in a very unfamiliar face standing in front of his front door, there was little he wanted more than to be decidedly unconscious.

Instead he sighed as he eased back out the window, making sure to slide it closed before he dropped down to meet their unwelcome guest. The last thing he wanted was the sound to carry and wake Izuku. They needed all the rest they could get before their own patrol started... or someone called in a Code Red that couldn't be solved by anyone else.

Hitoshi shoved his hands in the deep pockets of his jumpsuit, and dipped his head into the coils of his capture scarf, cursing himself for slinging off his persona chords and hanging them from his belt when he caught sight of their home.

"What?"

The woman blinked, seemingly taken aback by the rude demand. Hitoshi couldn't imagine what else she expected showing up on a stranger's doorstep before dawn.

"I want to see my s-- my child."

"Tough. Now leave."

"Excuse--!"

Hitoshi wanted to slam his head into the door, but that would, unfortunately, wake Izuku who would come running to find them on the doorstep. He settled for a bone deep sigh instead. "Look, there's no way in hell I'm letting you see anyone that you might think is in this house, and, no, I will not be passing a message either. It is as a courtesy you do not deserve and out of a deep desire not to do any more work tonight that I am not going to arrest you for trespassing right here. Leave before I decide that having you gone is worth more to me than my dislike of paperwork."

"You can't keep my from my child!"

A flash of anger had Hitoshi barking out a cruel laugh. "Your child? Where?"

"Izuku is--"

"An Aizawa. Or, technically, Shinsou-Aizawa now. You made it damn clear that they weren't your child when you abandoned them, just like they made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with you should you come crawling back now that you think they're suddenly valuable to you. Now I have had a very long night and don't have the patience to hold your hand through what child abandonment means. Get off of my property before I remove you from it. I guarantee I will enjoy the second option far more than you will."

Inko Midoriya huffed as she seemingly decided that whatever her plan was would work better when not in jail for trespassing and stomped her way back down the path. Hitoshi watched until she disappeared around the corner. Waited even longer until his phone buzzed in his pocket.

(How Nezu knew what was going on, Hitoshi didn't want to know. He liked being able to sleep whenever he could manage it, and the politest Not Shovel Talk of his life at sixteen had done enough damage to that already. All he needed to know was Nezu was just as protective over his former personal student as he was.)

Izuku stirred when Hitoshi finally slipped into bed, all sleep-warm skin and pillow lines through their smile as they seemingly tried to climb into him they pressed so close. "What took you so long?" They mumbled into his bare shoulder.

"Nothing important," He promised, pressing a kiss to their curls. "Just an annoyance."

They hummed and moments later their soft snores filled the room once more. Hitoshi smiled before following them into sleep.

[ramons-elevator]

As much as I want the eggs back, its gonna be so bittersweet.

We have people like Fit and Foolish who arent letting it get to them. They know their kids are gonna be okay. They will sit and wait and know things will fall into place when need be. Yes they are sad and mourning, but they need to keep a level head and be hopeful.

Then we have everyone else.

We have Bad who is actively hurting himself and doing stuff that will have consequences.

We have the favela 5 who are held with a thin but very strong string of hope. Forever is coming back from a drug overdose, but had to go through horrible things during it. Pac is also coming back down, but lost his soulmate and his home is haunted by things he has done. Mike is kidnapped and there's no trace or clue to where he is. Cellbit has to cure his friends and has the whole island relying on him while also investing the federation to try to figure out what their plan is. And Felps is Felps.

Phil is kidnapped all because he wanted an answer. He wants his kids back. Thats all he cares about. He was mindfucked seeing Chayanne's floatie in the middle of the circle.

Baghera just came back after finding out she was created by the Federation and that she might be the reason her family is stuck here. She also found out that she isnt the only experiment. There were more like her.

Etoiles is constantly fighting the Code and while he is winning and getting more powerful, he was given a task to protect. He already was ready to die for everyone, but now its something he has to do. No matter what.

Can you imagine the eggs coming back? The eggs, who have been for god knows how long, just want their parents and to feel safe come back to their parents who have changed.

Dapper and Pomme coming back to Bad who is littered in blue marks. Dapper knows what Bad has done. They know how much it hurts and how deep Bad's marks are. Pomme not quite understanding how bad it is, but she knows her dad isnt the same.

Richarlyson comes back and is engulfed in a giant hug, but he notices how badly everyone is shaking. He notices how broken his parents are. How tired and worn they all are. He notices how Pac has new scars on his arms. How quiet Forever is. How dull Cellbit's eyes are.

Chayanne and Tallulah coming back to see only Tubbo and Niki. Or they see Phil and engulfed in a giant hug and noticed how tight he holds them. They know Phil is paranoid, but never like this. He doesnt let go of them. His eyes never leave them for a second.

Pomme comes back to see Baghera crying they hug. Pomme can barely hear her mom saying "Im sorry" over and over again. Etoiles joins the hug and he tells her that he failed. He couldnt keep her safe. She has two lives, but now she is cracked.

The eggs just want to come home and feel safe, but now they dont know where safe is

[brainrot-stitch]

AHAAA I FINISHED IT WOAHHH i usually don't finish art things omg...

Anyways current sabre design!!! (It will probably change bc I can NEVER make up my mind on any design ever sob)

He's such a goof :3 (IM NEVER DRAWING THAT RAINBOW ELYTRA AGAIN IM CRYING)

Anyways some headcanons below cuz I feel like yapping :3

-rainbow totally would have gotten him and sabre friendship necklaces (yk the matching kind with magnets that come together n all) and after knowing lucas for a bit he woulda made friendship bracelets !!

-like that one person I reblogged said, he's such a mad scientist he's so silly omgg

-i love the reincarnation au SO MUCH its literally fire but in normal headcanons I think he used to be part of the creed and an assasin and ermm

Basically I headcanon his whole assassins creed series was basically his backstory before starting to do research on these 'steve' entities

-when nervous/anxious his footsteps will be completely silent out of habit from the whole assassin thing, and he'd obviously do it when purposefully trying to sneak (he has probably scared rainbow or Lucas multiple times by doing this..)

-I'm not sure weather to headcanon that his wings were damaged by a steve really early on in the steve saga (like before rainbow could speak or maybe when dark was still pretending to be blue) or if it was smth that happened when he was still an assassin but it's one of those!!!

-hes an avian.. heh... if u couldn't tell from the ref sheet.. but NOT a chicken!! The chicken jokes are just bc of the hoodie and bc his feathers look a lil similar :3

-he has like 2 of the same chicken hoodie he'll wear most often but still has some normal outfits AND assassins outfits and weapons he keeps away (most are green or have some sort of green in them heh.. I might draw that later)

-ok ok ok I have so many eye headcanons it's so hrggrrrrh the main one tho is one I snatched from the reincarnation au and that's that he doesn't have eyes!! Bc of an injury or sum and he js says he has sensitive eyes and the bandana fabric is see through up close.. but he can still see bc he's a player and the way players work is weird. Other headcanon, green eyes. Other headcanon, brown eyes. Other headcanon, heterachromia green and brown eyes. Other headcanon pure white eyes. Other headcanon code eyes. Other headcanon (gets hit by a bus)

-if we r going with the reincarnation au for the eyes, I feel like only rainbow and Lucas would know, if we're going with the others, I'd say rainbow, Lucas, Alex, galaxy, and maybe the guardian (I forgot if that's what he was called or not) would know. If we're going with the code eyes, then only lucas would know

-not sabre specifically but I feel like steves in general wouldn't be very used to or know but about blood/gore stuff, bc they're more used to being destroyed/poofing, and later on being destroyed through a machine. Being actually killed by a sword or something of the sort they are not used to seeing, and are very touchy on the subject

-on that note I imagine if there's like a steve that's immune to most or all other steve powers and or machines that they're trying to get rid of and arguing on what to so abt I imagine sabre being like "oh 1 sec I got this" and boom that mf DEAD 😭

-and they'd b like 😰

"Guess we're gonna have to kill this guy sabre" "damn"

-ermmm silly billy activity...

-I feel like he'd know a lot more than the other steves on things like the nether and end (not end city tho that's a whole other mc headcanon I don't feel like yapping abt rn) bc those are the dimensions players have access too and steves usually dont.. so they'd b like "WTF SABRE WHAT R U DOING THAT IS A LITERAL HELLSCAPE WITH LAKES OF FIRE AND MONSTERS WEVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE FYM U CAN GET 'NETHERITE' THERE" and he'd b like "well don't go in the fire then and it anything attacks u kill it ig" (not actually sob.. I feel like only he and Lucas would go there bc most steves r hindered greatly by lava and the only ones we've seen that aren't are bad guys if my memory is correct)

Ermm I have more but I'm eepy and can't remember so those r for another day!!!

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