#i love the duality presented here

[trustmypoison]

First time with Wonwoo

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘hey jj!! can i req for a drabble on wonwoo and reader’s first time in bed tgt? i feel like the way you write bed scenes is just so intimate and loving and i would love to see one for wonwoo!’

TW/CW: explicit smut with mentions of protection (stay safe). First time with each other (not virgins). MDNI. 

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Thank you to the requester for the sweet compliment. I'm still trying to get comfortable writing this sort of content, so I hope you enjoy.

Wonwoo thinks your nervousness is rubbing off on him.

You two have been dating for a while - a few months to be exact. Life has gotten in the way and this is only the fifth date. But he’s talked to you every spare moment, texting you constantly even when he’s on the other side of the world. He’s very into you. He knew he would be from the moment you said hi. 

But he can kind of tell where the night is going. You’re not his first girlfriend and you’re also not his first time, and the tension simmering throughout the date is crystal clear to him. But so is your nervousness. It sort of cuts through the excitement of it all, serving as a warning to tread carefully. 

Admittedly, he’s a little nervous too. He can’t remember a time that he’s ever been all that anxious about this sort of thing, but this is a special moment. A tipping point that often makes or breaks a relationship and he’d really like this one with you to work out. So he resolves to just see where the night goes.

He talks to you through dinner like he normally would and guides you to the car with his hand on your back. He holds your hand in your lap on the way to your apartment as he drives. He likes the innocence of the affection you two share so far. His touch is gentle as usual, but tonight, your grip is a little tight on his hand. 

He insists on parking and walking you up to the door. There’s no motivation behind it beyond making sure you get inside safe. He expects to walk you to the door that he met you at earlier tonight and maybe give you a little kiss before being on his way. But you shove the key in the lock and pause in the doorway. “Do you want to come in for a bit?”

Of course, he does, and he says so. He expects you to offer coffee or tea, maybe a snack. Maybe a kiss or two good night when it’s time for him to go. You two have done all of that before once or twice.

He doesn’t expect you to corner him in your entry way and press your lips to his as soon as the door is closed. Wonwoo sighs into the kiss, one hand finding your face to cup it, the other wrapping around your lower back to pull you close. It’s not the first time you two have kissed, but it’s certainly the most intense one you’ve shared. The others have been sweet pecks at the door or in the car. 

The more you lean into him, pressing your body against his, he can’t help but gently spin you so that your back is against the wall instead. You sigh at the pressure as your hands roam - his shoulders, his chest, his waist. When they drift to his belt, he pulls away from your lips. 

He loves the duality you have. You look a little sheepish staring up at him, and he could feel the nervousness radiating off you all night. Yet, you’re still bold in the face of nervousness, not shying away. He still pumps the brakes, pulling back to put a few inches between the two of you. Your hands slide to curl around his shoulders again, like it’s a safe zone. 

You smile, that tinge of nervousness present again. “Sorry. Too forward?”

“No, it’s not that,” Wonwoo soothes immediately, hand combing back some hair from your face. “I just didn’t want you to be under the impression that that’s all I’m here for.” You stare up at him like you aren’t sure what to say. Wonwoo purses his lips. It occurs to him that you might feel some kind of invisible pressure to conform to a timeline, like five dates or less is the magic number for this sort of thing. “I’m not turning you down. I wouldn’t dream of it. But I have no expectations.” He punctuates this with a gentle squeeze of your waist. 

“I know,” you mumble. “You’ve give no indication that you do. But I definitely wouldn’t mind it.”

“Wouldn’t mind it? Or want it?” Wonwoo clarifies because the distinction is important to him. He won’t move a muscle if it’s not a want, not even when your expression shifts a little. You swipe your tongue across your lips and Wonwoo resists the urge to suck in a breath at the sight. 

“I want it. If you do, that is,” you finally say. 

Certain images flash through his mind, ones that make his head spin, and he resists the urge to make any of them a reality right now. You two have never discussed what you like in bed. This conversation is the closest you’ve ever come to addressing the topic of sex. So, he takes you by the hand, pulling you into your living room. He sits down, pulling you to stand between his legs, hands on your hips. He stares up at you for a few seconds. “I want it. But what we do is up to you.”

That little slice of boldness is back, because your hands are on his shoulders again, pushing him to lean back as you crawl into his lap, straddling him. His legs spread wide as he gets comfortable, and your dress bunches up your thighs as you move with him, tempting him, but he keeps his hands pinned to your waist as you lean into his lips again. His breath catches when you boldly swipe your tongue across his lips. He lets you in, hands gripping your waist tight. But as you both find a rhythm, his hands start to drift. He keeps going because you shiver and sigh into his mouth at every sweep of his hands. 

Wonwoo’s hands finally land on your thighs, just above your knees, squeezing gently. You settle even more into his lap and his hands inadvertently slide up your thigh a little more when you do. Your weight fully on him has him gripping your thighs a little tighter, thumb sweeping into your inner thigh. You let out another shiver, accompanied by a little sound at the back of your throat - not quite a moan or a whimper, but it’s encouraging. Encouraging enough that the tips of his fingers slide under the edge of your dress a bit, exploring the skin of your upper thighs. 

You’re starting to grind a bit, perhaps without even realizing it, and this paired with the creeping of his hand means that eventually his thumb brushes your core. You gasp softly and he’s elated by your responsiveness, letting his thumb sweep across the lace of your panties gently again. “Okay?” He asks. You nod and he likes how your eyes drift closed as he applies a little more pressure, your clit right under his thumb with every sweep. 

He peels away one side of your panties, fingers exploring. You both sigh against each other’s lips as he feels how wet you are. He circles your clit, helpless to press his lips into your neck when your head tilts back, sucking and nibbling lightly. Your fingers dig into his shoulders a little when he slides a finger into you, body jerking slightly at the sensation. He smoothes his other hand up and down your side. When you ask for a second finger, he sighs against your neck, giving it to you. The feeling of you like this has him throbbing in his pants and he begins to pump his fingers steadily. 

You start to make little noises that Wonwoo needs to taste, so he pulls you down to kiss him. He knows when you’re getting close. He can feel it in the way you wrap around his fingers a little tighter, particularly when he gives you third, and how your fingers dig into his hair. You stop kissing when you’re at the edge, a little pinch between your eyebrows. He kisses your slacked jaw. “It’s okay, let go for me.”

You do, and Wonwoo continues pumping his fingers gently as you shake. He wraps an arm around you as you sag a bit when you’re done riding it out. He pulls out his dripping fingers, righting your panties. You give him a bit of a hazy smile and he presses a kiss to your lips. “Feel good?” He asks with only the tiniest bit of ego, but you still chuckle. 

“You couldn’t tell?” That tinge of nervousness is back. “Sorry, it’s been a while for me.” 

Wonwoo shakes his head. He doesn’t want to hear you say sorry for anything that just happened. “Don’t apologize, you were perfect. We don’t have to continue though, if you don’t want to.”

“Oh no! I want to,” you say confidently, before biting your lip. Your duality drives him crazy. “Only if you want to continue.”

“Can I take you to your room?” Wonwoo asks. “It would be more comfortable.”

You beam, haziness gone. “First door on the left.” Wonwoo stands up, taking you with him. You wrap your legs around his waist, a little gasp leaving your mouth close to his ear. He follows your instructions, flipping on a lamp inside your room before plopping you down on the bed, landing on top of you. Your hands wind into his hair, pulling him down to you. He’s lost in how you feel underneath him, particularly when you don’t unwind your legs from his waist right away. He’s unsure of how much time passes on top of you, kissing you with increasing fervor. 

His hands roam from your hair, down to your neck and chest, down to your waist and hips, and then back up again. When his tongue dips into your mouth, your legs tighten around his waist, his hardness pressing right against your core. Your hands drift down, finding the hem of his shirt and he helps you yank it off. Your touch feels better on his bare skin. It’s soft, but your rings are cool against his skin and your nails prick a little every now and then. He wants them in his back at some point.

You reach for the zipper of your dress on your side and he helps you drag it down, sliding the material off. “So pretty,” he sighs against your heated skin, leaving little marks down your collar bone and breasts. He’s working his way down to be between your thighs when you pull him back up, hand landing on his belt. “Later. Can I have you now?”

Wonwoo catches his breath, mostly because your words do something crazy to him. “Condom?”

“Top drawer,” you say, gesturing to the bedside table. He’s quick about fishing one out, but you’re quicker about sitting up with him, hand still on his belt. “May I?” Something about the way you say it makes Wonwoo pinch his eyes shut and nod. You seem to like the impact you’re having on him, biting your lip as you undo his belt, reaching for the button and zipper of his pants. He kicks the material down, along with his boxers. He feels exposed if only for a split second before you’re taking the condom from him, rolling it on for him. He shudders at your touch, desperately needing the distraction of pushing you back onto the bed, undressing you completely. If you kept touching him like that, he wouldn’t last long. 

Wonwoo falls in between your parted legs and you both sigh at the feeling of him against you with fewer layers between you both. “Are you sure?” 

You nod, and he squeezes your waist, asking for a verbal answer. “Yes, I want you.”

He loves the sound of that, but he still tacks on a genuine, “Stop me at any point.” 

You pull him into a lingering kiss as he rubs the head of his cock against you, gathering your wetness. The sensation makes your thigh twitch in his hand. But when he notches the head into your entrance, he feels you tense. He presses another soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll go slow, but tell me if it’s too much.” Only when you nod does he start to push in inch by inch. He bites back a groan at the back of his throat, both at the feeling of you engulfing him and the way your mouth drops open at the stretch. Once all the way in, he places soothing kisses along your cheeks and jaw, hands running across your body soothingly. “Okay?” 

You nod, though there’s still that little pinch between your eyebrows. Your nails are still biting into his shoulders. “You can move.” He sits back on his knees, pushing your legs up just a bit, but he can see that it changes the whole angle for you. He slides out and back in, and that pinch between your eyebrows is totally gone, replaced by a blissful look that makes him groan. You yourself pull up your legs even more and he slides in deeper with each pump. 

Once all signs of discomfort for you are gone, Wonwoo picks up the pace and the noises you make are heavenly. He cages you in below his body, hips moving faster with every minute that passes. He feels how you grip his hand, fingers intertwining with his. “I’m close,” you say, words a little lost between the sweet whimpers and moans. He’s pounding into you, rougher than he ever planned for this first time to be with you, but you seem to enjoy it as much as he does. 

Like earlier in the living room, your jaw goes slack as you fall off the edge, clamping down around him, back arching off the bed. One of his hands slides underneath your back, holding you like that to keep the deep stroke. It only takes a few pumps like this for him to fall off the edge too. 

Once he’s caught his breath and your body has relaxed, he gently pulls out of you with a little kiss, going to your ensuite bathroom to dispose of the condom. He comes back with a damp towel. You shiver when he cleans you carefully. You fold into his side when he’s back in bed and you both are out like a light. 

The next morning, you find Wonwoo in your kitchen, clad in boxers only while he makes some breakfast. He looks over his shoulder at you as you wrap your arms around him. “Aren’t you cold?” You ask.

“A little,” he shrugs, flipping off the heat for the burner and placing the skillet aside. He turns to you, arms folding around you. He’s felt a little anxiety about how the morning would go, and the way you fall into him inspires some hope. 

“You should bring a change of clothes next time,” you say casually into his chest. 

“You’d like there to be a next time?” Wonwoo asks cautiously. 

“As long as you do,” you say simply, pulling away to look up at him. “As long as you enjoyed it.”

Wonwoo presses a long kiss to your lips. “I did. As long as you did.”

You laugh at the way he throws your words back in your face. He picks you up, placing you on the counter so he can stand between your legs. “Are you free today?” You ask, fingers folding into his messy hair. He nods, humming against your lips. “Good, I have some ideas,” you say with a little bit of a mischievous look. 

Wonwoo chuckles, pinching your hips lightly. “Oh?”

“Mhm,” you nod, easy smile on your lips as your hands drift to his chest. He loves everything about this, but particularly that the nervousness from last night is almost totally absent. Your fingers drum against his collar bone lightly. “I was thinking of starting with a shower. Breakfast can wait.” 

He doesn’t think anything of snatching you off the counter and carrying you out of the kitchen as you giggle in his ear, clinging to his shoulders. He thinks he could do this for the rest of his life. Not just the sex, but really anything with you. 

[bouquetface]

VEDIC OBSERVATIONS 7

Accuracy is influenced by the entire chart. These are observations from real people. Your personal chart will influence how these placements manifest for you.

Saturn in 8th H of navamsa - this indicates you will have to fight with your family or the spouse’s family on behalf of your marriage and/or kids. This can occur at any point in life, however it is likely much later. The sign can indicate what you fight about, where the ruler of 8th is placed can show if the situation is resolved/where it goes. EX: Saturin in Cap 8th H - fighting with in-laws because of tradition and expectations.

Ketu in 8th H of navamsa - this indicates pregnancy/kids before marriage. this can manifest as marrying someone w/ kids or an unexpected pregnancy. Depending on entire chart, this can become a secret.

8th H in navamsa and d1 can show what your spouse does for income. An exalted or benefic placed here shows the couple can make a lot of wealth together.

Sun in Aries in 8th H navamsa - this women’s husband’s family made a lot of wealth through manufacturing products used in weapons for law enforcement & military in their country. This is extremely unlikely to be your exact situation if you share this placement. However, sun here is exalted so your spouse and his family is likely to benefit/support your marriage/you.

KEEP IN MIND FOR NAVAMSA PREDICTIONS:

When something isn’t promised in natal, it will not happen. The D1 shows the sky you were born under, no other chart has power over D1. Navamsa can only show weaknesses & strengths of D1.

Moon conjunct Ketu - Your mother may be spiritual/religious. You may feel your mother failed to nourish you correctly. She may have neglected you when you really needed her. She may be more focused on other things/people - your siblings, her own romantic life, her career, etc. - positive aspects like conjunct Jupiter can change this.

Being emotionally present can be difficult. You may exhibit trait's of aqua or pisces moon - difficulty being vulnerable/expressing emotions, daydreaming, escapism.

Moon conjunct Ketu in 11th House - The mother may have prominent gemini, she may be a twin, she may have a sibling or parent she looks identical too. There is basically a duality in the mother somehow.

This is all very general information, not looking into signs, aspects and other placements. However, I have noticed this indicates divorced parents. And/or your parent's have a distant relationship - remain married but show no romantic love or intimacy toward one another.

If they are divorced, the father can avoid seeing and/or talking about the mother. They are not the type of divorced parents to remain friends or be enemies. Instead, they are likely to ignore the other's existence as much as possible.

Your mother may have failed to care for you in some way at some point in your development. This can manifest in many ways - ex: your sibling has special needs as a result you get less attention, or your mom has health struggles as a result got don’t get cared for properly, mother is focused on her romantic or career life as a result you come second. From listening to people w moon conjunct ketu there is usually a feeling of coming second to your mother with this placement.

In another woman's chart, I noticed her parent's are not divorced but she did get divorced. The above describes her relationship with her ex and her child - she is distant and struggles to nurture/support her child.

Things improved when she was able to get the help of her mother and grandma to help raise the child.

If you have Moon conjunct Ketu in 11th H, I would love to hear your experience and thoughts on this.

Saturn in 4th House - Disciplined household. Your mother could be strict about being on time, clean household, organization, etc. This can be taken to an extreme or help you develop consistency + discipline that later help you in your career.

If in a co-ruled sign - virgo/gemini, sag/pisces, aqua/cap, scorpio/aries - there is a possibility of a distant relationship with a parent due to divorce - 2 homes. Less likely for cap/aqua as this is saturn's home signs.

Accuracy is influenced by the ENTIRE chart.

Sun in 12th House - When Sun is harshly placed - for ex: in libra - these people will run into conflict with authority figures. This can manifest as issues with a parent, issues with bosses, issues with teachers, etc.

Mars conjunct Venus - this is one indicator of people who marry quickly after meeting. What one defines as quickly will vary. However, in general I think marrying within 3 years of meeting is considered quick in societies who don’t commonly do arranged marriages.

This is only one indicator and this will NOT be true for everyone with this placement. dashas, UL and d9 need to be taken into consideration for marriage timing.

ex: one women ik has this in leo 2nd H. She met her husband 2010 & married 2012. 2 years of dating, married & engaged in 1.

ex.2: another has this in aries 2nd H. She met her husband 2015 & married 2017. 2 years of dating, married & engaged in 1.

ex.3: another has this in pisces (house unknown). She met her husband 2008 & married in 2010. 1 year of dating, engaged in the 2nd, married in 3rd year of knowing on another.

Venus in Aspect to Saturn - this on the other hand appears in the charts of people ik who dated for years before marriage.

ex: Venus opposite Saturn - 7 years of dating. Married in 8th.

ex: Venus trine Saturn - 6 years of dating. Married in 8th.

Saturn DK &/or Saturn ruled 7th H - this can show late marriage too.

ex: Saturn DK & Aqua 7th H - 5 years of dating. Engaged in 6th year. Married in 7th.

Accuracy is influenced by the entire chart. This is very generic & is not considering d9 & dasha periods which are extremely important for timing events.

Personally, I don’t see Saturn DK being that strong of an indicator for late meeting or late marriage. This is easily influenced by stronger indicators.

[paperclipninja]

Middle of the night GO thoughts after reflecting on a couple of comments that the 'you're being silly' scene is actually not just the adorable soft exchange I have been caught up in. I mean it is, but it also isn't.

And it got me thinking that the whole of season 2 is like this, almost the entire time we have two truths in play. The whole season is one of duality.

A few examples (there are many more woven throughout but just to illustrate the point):

Right off the bat, the opening scene, it's both ominous and hopeful. Aziraphale is restrained while angel Crowley full of abandon; one angel is aware of the danger of questioning, the other is naïve. Both are experiencing the same moment in rather different ways. It sets the tone of the season immediately and puts in motion this layered truth within the story.

The minisode with wee Morag and Elspeth, the entire graverobbing premise presents us with the dual truth that digging up the dead is bad but the selling of the bodies to the surgeon, thus contributing to saving lives, is good.

Aziraphale grapples with the duality here, justifying the actions of Elspeth by convincing himself that one truth is greater than the other. We also see that Crowley is far more able to recognise the complexity of multiple truths being valid depending on circumstance. This whole minisode feels like Neil showing his hand a little bit, the duality is so explicitly addressed, meanwhile we, the audience, are engaged in a larger unfolding story in which we are observing similar layered truths playing out in different ways.

Now the scene that made this whole thought process unravel, still one of my favourite scenes and will remain so, is the "smitten, I believe...you're being silly" exchange. It is both tender and awful.

Here we have Crowley, expressing his very real fear of JimGabriel, opening up to Aziraphale that he doesn't feel safe in the bookshop because of the constant fear he will wake up, and Aziraphale just looks at him with heart eyes and tells him he's being silly. This flags so loudly that we're watching two characters who are experiencing very different versions of their current reality, due to past experience, yes, but also, Aziraphale and Crowley each have their own idea about the right way to react to the current situation.

It's been pointed out by many before me, but the ball is another example of incredible juxtaposition and an extraordinary display of two truths existing at once. It is both incredibly romantic and an actual nightmare.

It is reflected, once again, in the way Aziraphale and Crowley are experiencing it, we know one character is caught up in the romance, the other in the horror show, but as a viewer, we are being tasked with holding both truths in our mind simultaneously. And both are true.

Aziraphale the entire season is both giddy in love and completely dismissive of Crowley. It is adorable and infuriating at the same time.

And yes, it is a reflection of the very duality the entire premise of Good Omens presents us with - that something can be good and bad at the same time, pure and corrupt, that the entire binary of Heaven and Hell/good and evil is flawed because those concepts can and do co-exist.

But the way it is seen in the interactions on a personal level this season is what has leapt out at me. It's why I think we see people falling into different interpretations of a lot of the scenes and moments, because they are more than that, they are observations. We are often observing two sides of the same coin, and both are true. The sheer genius of it and the way it is a mirror to the characters and the entire concept of the show we are observing is, quite frankly, mind boggling.

And it all comes to a head in the final fifteen™. There is so much duality in play here that it is no wonder there are hundreds of posts untangling bits of it and trying to extract the meaning from within the many layers. It's because we are given two truths in this final scene that are both heartbreaking.

Crowley loves Aziraphale and wants them to be together, free at last. Aziraphale loves Crowley and wants them to be together, free at last.

BUT

Aziraphale wants to use the system to keep them both safe. Crowley wants to escape the system to keep them both safe.

And then all the moments of duality between them throughout the season reach a critical juncture: Aziraphale in love but dismissive, Crowley understanding that Heaven = good is too simplistic and trying to compel Aziraphale to remember the lesson from Edinburgh ("when Heaven ends life here on Earth, it'll be just as dead as if Hell ended it"), Crowley trying to use the notion of romance to counter the nightmare with a desperate kiss.

It's a complete inversion of those two truths in the opening scene of the season, the entire scene is at the same time ominous and hopeful, but it is Aziraphale who largely being naïve and Crowley who is aware of the danger.

I mean, it was all spelled out for us really, this duality and the fact that those multiple truths in play were always going to come to a head. It was all there, wrapped up in this quote:

"What does your exactly mean, exactly? I feel like your exactly and my exactly are different exactlies".

[kradogsrats]

I am Near, I am Here: Rayla, the Moon, and Love as Presence

I was originally going to add this to @raayllum's post about Rayla's lullaby and Ethari but then the number of screenshots I was taking before I even started to write indicated that it had gotten out of hand.

Rayla's lullaby ties in with a lot of stuff going on in s6, most of them related to her relationship with Callum, which has its last barriers broken down and leaves their bond stronger than ever. Surely so strong that nothing in s7 could possibly challenge it. Most of Rayla's life has been defined by absence—the absence of her parents, her own forced absence from her community, her chosen absence from Callum. The lullaby, however, affirms that even when the moon appears to be absent, it is still there, and has been all along.

This is an interesting facet of the Moon arcanum, which is usually focused on certain dualities—life and death, reality and illusion, presence and absence—but also on the permeable borders between them, on change and cycles between those states.

We also actually have a window into Rayla's own understanding of the Moon arcanum—her first transformation into Moonshadow form in Bloodmoon Huntress. Look, just... bear with me, okay?

It's explicit that not all Moonshadow elves can achieve Moonshadow form, and that for most it takes months or years of meditation and training. I read this as that, while Moonshadow elves are born with an innate connection to the Moon primal, attaining Moonshadow form requires developing a deeper understanding of its arcanum. Runaan describes it as being about the balance of life and death:

Rayla can't reach Runaan's understanding of the Moon arcanum, which is somewhat hilariously about recognizing yourself in your enemy (something Rayla winds up being very good at) and understanding why you have to kill them, anyway (something Rayla winds up being very bad at).

What does work for her to achieve Moonshadow form at a terrifyingly young age is focusing on her wingaling, and a statement from Ethari:

Both are about love as being present—something Rayla is conflicted about in her parents' absence. The wingaling represents a promise that Ethari and Runaan will always come for her when she's in need. Ethari's statement is originally made in the context of explaining that Runaan's devotion to his people may require him to make great sacrifices, but that devotion can also be the smallest act of presence, and both are necessary. Her understanding of the Moon arcanum is about that presence—the moon that is always there, even at times when there is no light.

As Rayla is struggles with why her parents Runaan leaves those he loves to risk his life for others, Ethari explains that he and Runaan both know he may never come back, and that is something Ethari has to accept because Runaan can't be separated from that devotion and duty when it comes to loving him. What's missing from the conversation is acknowledgement of the trust and commitment that underpins that acceptance—Ethari's trust that Runaan will come back, and Runaan's commitment to do so.

The moon is there even when it has waned to invisibility, but it goes unstated that it also always waxes back to full. You can trust that it's there when it can't be seen, and you can trust that its light is coming back. You can trust that it's there when it can't be seen because you can trust that its light is coming back.

I am near, the lullaby says. I will be with you again soon. Until then, remember that my love is always here.

That's an understanding that Rayla crucially doesn't have when she leaves. In Dear Callum, she never once promises or even suggests to Callum that she will come back to him, even if she finds Viren. The closest she gets is the lukewarm:

I wish I could say that we will see each other again, but I don’t know if we will. I hope so.

So not only is she shattering the trust Callum had in her by abandoning him after she told him they would stay together, she won't even offer any real reassurance that she will return. Because she doesn't really think she will. Her only commitment to keep him safe, and as long as being separated accomplishes that, she will stay away. How is he supposed to accept that? What reason could he ever have to believe that she and her love are there, even when out of sight?

And yes, all of this does stem from things she learned from Runaan—Mr. "I do what I must so those I love don't have to"—but the key difference is that when push comes to shove, Runaan understands something else:

The same thing that Tiadrin and Lain did:

And that Amaya does:

That love is ultimately strengthened through presence, and through presence it strengthens us, in turn. When we open ourselves to strengthen those we love and trust them to strengthen us, then our love cannot be diminished by distance or absence.

Somewhere between Bloodmoon Huntress and s1, Rayla loses sight of that, and she doesn't rediscover it until confronted by Amaya over how her leaving harmed Callum—and how it harmed Rayla herself. Amaya isn't the first to tell her how she hurt Callum, but she's the first one to really convey to Rayla that keeping her secrets and burdens from Callum isn't sparing him from their weight and pain, only weakening her. It has always weakened her. Until she turns that around, she is denying both of them their best selves—her as the light that will bring him out of any darkness, him as the anchor that will bring her home from any distance.

The end of s6 beautifully shows the culmination of all Rayla has learned in the slow return of her relationship with Callum, and to top it off, she gets to demonstrate it to Runaan. (Since Callum already knows.)

Trapped in the In-Between, Runaan is consumed by guilt and self-loathing—he fights Rayla's attempts to guide him back to life because he doesn't believe he deserves to go back. He's too ashamed to want to go back. The way Rayla brings him back is twofold:

She reminds him of his promise to Ethari—his promise to return. She made no promise to return to Callum when she left. She probably wanted to, but she believed that the sacrifices that might be demanded of her would be more important. It would at least be out of the question to return before finding Viren, but in the end that's what she does—she returns to Callum, even though she must do it defeated, ashamed, and alone.

She also tells him that she needs him. She needs her father. She's weaker with him not there for her. When she left Callum, she genuinely believed that things would be better that way. He'd be better off safely away from whatever danger her search brought her, and making sacrifices for the people she loves—taking on difficulty and danger alone, so they don't have to—has always been her duty. She's spent three seasons re-learning the strength she has with Callum, now it's time for her to do the same with Runaan.

Rayla is very different now than she was the last time they met, and Runaan—like Callum—is going to finally see the truth of her: that she was never meant to be an assassin, but not because of failure or weakness. She was always meant to be a hero.

[verysium]

『01』 呪術廻戦: jujutsu kaisen recs

五条悟: gojo satoru

i know you still think about the times we had by @saetoru

satoru will always comes when you call him, he just never thought you’d stop calling. notes: satoru is so desperate and pathetic here it is just delicious; has the right amount of angst to cause tension but a good ending to soothe my poor heart; traditional rich boy and disapproving mother/father scenario but implemented relatively well; miscommunication and feelings of inadequacy; reader realizing the extent to which satoru loves them

pretty eyes by @quirklessidiot

in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. notes: takes tragic star-crossed lovers to a whole new level; riddled with parallels and symbolism; idea of illness and loving someone at their worst; right person, wrong time at its finest; fate being unnecessarily cruel; surprising moments of humor

minazuki by @quirklessidiot

In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival. notes: this series needs to be scientifically studied; it is just that good; halfway in and i fell in love with the reader instead of gojo; strong and somewhat morally grey characters; dark themes around femininity in a patriarchal society but concept was executed flawlessly

21: only by @tenjiiku

“What do you want, Satoru?” You do not use his last name or any honorific to address him despite his age. He was older than you by a few years — but certainly did not act the part — so you do not think he deserves your respect. Your host father told you he does — something about his being from a prominent private school as an educator, which you cannot possibly fathom being the truth — but only in front of you is Satoru Gojo an inane, odd man with a need for clean, dry-cleaned clothes that, for some strange reason he has conjectured in his equally baffling mind, that only you can provide. He smiles at you, placing his cheek in his hand. “You.” notes: this fic embodies the duality between gojo and satoru; he is easy-going until he isn’t and you realize he actually has a considerable amount of depth; the plot twist did it for me; satoru being a loud-mouthed tease but secretly harboring feelings

soulswap by @orphxus (impxria)

this is where the evening splits in half, love or death. grab an end, pull hard, & make a wish. notes: short but realistically describes everything wrong with jujutsu society; poetic voice; gojo being serious for once; disillusionment and tragic hero archetype; being the strongest yet being unable to save anybody; geto would read this fic and feel seen

両面宿儺: ryomen sukuna

nocuous by @quirklessidiot

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? I knew how this was going to end but I’m still terribly hurt by it.” notes: the heian era setting is so complex and established even through dialogue and subtle description; reader strikes me as older and able to deal with sukuna’s chaotic nature; sukuna being an absolute menace is sending me; tragic angst but almost didn’t notice it due to how beautifully the images are presented

avīci by @rotpeach

Several years ago, Satoru Gojo was involved in the exorcism of a uniquely stubborn curse. The official report states that one of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers was recovered from the scene, and nothing else. Only the two of you know the truth. notes: gore, gore, and even more gore; boy was this fic a wild ride; imagine a work that condenses the ugliest and most revolting parts of human nature yet presents them so elegantly you start questioning the blurred lines of morality; cannibalism, violence, and love triangles; japanese mythology & folklore; heian period references; cursed spirit reader tries to grapple with the idea of self after being created for the sole purpose of serving others; themes of existentialism, identity crisis, obsession

[brawlingdiscontent]

I've been seeing a lot of Armand discourse lately about different interpretations of him and which are wrong and unreasonable and why - and one thing I'm not seeing reflected is the utter ambiguity of his character as presented by the TV show.

We start off thinking he's a totally different dude and then all of a sudden he's like "PSYCH I'm the vampire Armand!" and Louis' like: "you know that guy I've been mooning about for the past seven episodes? The love of my life is actually this other guy!" What does the audience do in this case? Do we believe Louis? Do we mistrust him given his false memories that Daniel's just exposed?

The show doesn't give us Armand's POV, we only see other characters' perspectives of him, including Daniel's one of suspicion, and Louis' which fluctuates and is defined by inconsistencies. We know what he says about himself, but also from the moment he appears as Armand, in the very act of appearing the show frames him as a liar (or at the very least, someone who may engage in deceptive practices/be withholding something)! And this confusing ambiguity is only validated by the story as it goes on, including 2.5 and the twist in 2.8. Did Armand mess with a significant chunk of Louis' memories without his consent? Possibly! Did he only alter the end of the 1973 altercation and only because Louis asked him to? Also possibly! Did he always love Louis and never intended to manipulate him and this was all an unfortunate tragedy? Could be! Was he hung up on Lestat and insincere and manipulative with Louis from the start? OR pining after Daniel all of these years? Maybe!

And bringing out evidence to support any one interpretation of Armand's motives or beliefs is complicated because as the show (and 2.8 in particular) has demonstrated, this evidence could be later redacted/invalidated!

Absolutely there's an argument to be made for nuance, which the show tends to present us with, and for duality, the "both and-" which rings true to the complexity of the characters it constructs: Armand could be manipulative AND traumatized AND sincere in his intent all at the same time!

While some outcomes are less likely, there's so much about Armand that we simply can't definitively confirm until/unless the show more explicitly addresses this from Armand's and/or a detached, 'objective,' third-person POV. Sometimes folks have extra insight from the books/behind the scenes, but I also think it's a totally fair viewing experience to take what's being presented to you at face value without doing extra research (and in this case the show presents multiple possibilities).

I'm obviously not talking about racist takes here (and things get trickier when we're talking about patterns of responses that may be strongly informed by biases), and the most extreme takes can feel a bit far-fetched, but in general there are so many interpretations of the character that can't be definitively claimed to be wrong.

'How can you interpret him as x?' Pretty easily, actually. He is ambiguous! inscrutable! (And while this runs the danger of an Orientalist framing, I think the show avoids this as it seems to argue that he's not these things because he's Asian-- but because he's Armand! - and also because of the vagaries of the show's particular chosen storytelling devices).

TL;DR: Re: Armand, there is so much that the show has yet to clearly define about the character, making many possible interpretations valid. In the meantime, maybe the only thing we can agree on is that he didn't give a shit about Claudia!

(P.S. that last line is a joke!)

[personastrologyhub]

Degree Series :The Hidden Meaning of the Degree of Gemini: (3°, 15°, 27°)

 ᥫ᭡ ᡣ𐭩 SO I've been diving deep into degree theory recently, partly because I wanted to gain a deeper understand as there is so much to unpack. I started with gemini as I have a lot of gemini energy in my chart, and so its mostly as a reference for myself however I wanted to share some of my findings here to help anyone else—whether you're new to astrology or a seasoned like me—who's interested in learning more about how degrees work in astrology. I plan to do a series covering all the signs, but I wanted to start with Gemini since that's where my focus has been lately.

When we think of Gemini, we often focus on communication, dual energy, quick thinking, and curiosity etc—but did you know that certain degrees of Gemini hold much deeper meanings?

3° Gemini: The Writers' Playground and Paths We Travel 📝🛣️

The 3rd degree of Gemini, we all know that it is traditionally connected to communication but did you know its also connected to the act of writing itself, so like things like —pencils, notebooks, stationery, and paper. I've always had a love for stationary, I would be so happy when my friends would buy me stationary for my birthday. This is the degree of the scribe. If you have placements here, you may have an intuitive connection to putting thoughts into words, making this an ideal degree for writers, journalists, and storytellers, journalling might be good for you.

3° Gemini is also tied to movement—not just short trips like we know but, crossroads, streets, and transportation. It governs traffic, bus stops, junctions, dual carriageways and the various means by which we navigate both physical and mental journeys. If you have planets at this degree, they may influence how you move through the world, both literally and figuratively. The mental agility of Gemini is mirrored in the constant flow of traffic and movement.

15° Gemini also governs corridors, balconies, and gates—the spaces in-between. These are transition zones, just like Gemini, which constantly moves between ideas, identities, and experiences.

This degree extends its reach into daily connections too: from chatting with a neighbor to a quick text or phone call, all short, rapid exchanges of ideas are tied to this powerful degree.

15° Gemini: The Intellectuals and In-Between Spaces 

15° Gemini, we all know that it ties to all things communication, or intellectual work. It’s tied to journalists, literature, and education. radio anchor, radio presenter, news editor, magazine editor, teacher, speaker, publisher, social media marketer, all of that jazz.... It's a great degree for announcers—those who are literally the voice of information, whether on radio or TV.

This degree even links to personal documents like passports, driver’s licenses, or IDs—anything that helps you move between spaces, both literal and symbolic.

27° Gemini: Commerce, Communication, and the Power of Connection 

Finally, 27° Gemini reveals a connection to commerce and communication. This degree governs shops, merchants, and the exchange of goods.

—it’s also about the gathering places where exchanges happen. Whether it’s a newsstand, post office, bus stop, or even a bookstore, this degree marks where people meet briefly, exchange ideas or goods, and then move on. It’s where we interact with our environment in fleeting yet meaningful ways.

There’s also a fascinating connection to siblings, twins, and childhood. This degree highlights duality, balance, and the ability to juggle two or more worlds at once—whether it's managing relationships with siblings, or navigating between personal and professional lives.

If you have placements at 3°, 15°, or 27° Gemini, pay attention to how these areas show up in your life. Whether you’re connecting ideas, working in a commercial setting, navigating different environments, or fostering quick, intellectual exchanges, these degrees reveal the dynamic, multifaceted nature of Gemini.

From writing and communication to short trips and business exchanges, these degrees show where the everyday world of ideas, movement, and commerce comes alive.

[quillpenartistz]

・❥・ Headcanon time ・❥・

╰┈➤ Here’s only a few headcanons I’ve made throughout my whole ego phase [my life basically]. Some that I have are already pretty popular amongst the community, so that must mean I’m doing something right!!!

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・❥・ Wilford Headcanons

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•⌇⌦ Can shift fragments of reality intentionally and unintentionally [he can’t necessarily manipulate all of reality itself. But he is aware of his existence and its purpose - he knows he is a character meant to play in a story and he simply goes along with it, all while manipulating and shifting the story in some ways.] His reality shifting power is similar to Wanda’s [marvel] reality manipulating powers in a way, though watered down. He can sneeze confetti, take out balloons out of thin air, spawn bubbles in his hands, teleport, and defy the laws of physics.

•⌇⌦ With his reality shifting abilities, he can turn into AU [alternate universe] versions of himself. Maybe there’s a universe where he’s a cartoon? Chibi? Horror eldritch creature? He can turn into those versions of himself in the physical world whenever he wants! The laws of those universes will then apply to the world he is in [such as onomatopoeia words appearing in physical text midair.]

•⌇⌦ He is easily distracted and can never sit still. He always tries to actively distract himself from the darker parts of his mind.

•⌇⌦ His body ‘desaturates’ similar to pinkie pie from my little pony whenever he is in a ‘dull mood’ or when someone drives him to the point of being sad.

•⌇⌦ He loves stickers a lot, he can never stop collecting them. Mischievously, he also likes to splash glitter onto anything he deems necessary [to torture people to clean it up, but he claims that it’s just to ‘liven things up’ a bit.]

•⌇⌦ Too much creamer in coffee kind of guy [“Can I have coffee with my vanilla creamer please?”]

•⌇⌦ Constantly eats and smells like fruit candies.

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・❥・ Dark Headcanons

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•⌇⌦ More monster than human. [Yes, Dark is all the mansion, Celine, and Damien in one walking corpse. However, overtime, as Damien fell into the role of the villain, he may have embraced it a bit much. He still cares about his sister very dearly… so much so that he made sure she’s in a permanent sleep. Celine, even in her sleep, knows about this, and parts of herself influences Damien - thus influencing Dark as a whole. He is completely merciless, sadistic, manipulative, and couldn’t care less about the consequences of his actions as long as it benefits himself and his plan. Besides, he is immensely powerful, so if he is met with his consequences, he simply destroys them.

•⌇⌦ He is also very aware he is nothing more than a character, but, he knows he’s much more than this. Because he knows he’s a character, you often see him staring at the fourth wall but never necessarily addressing it [unlike Wilford.]

•⌇⌦ Can read minds and telepathically speak to people, conceal his presence, move through shadows, mimic voices, shift shadows and blend into them, and can turn himself into a Raven. Ravens hold a lot of symbolism, but for Dark specifically, The Raven means ‘Death, bad omen, bringer of chaos, transformation & metamorphosis, and the duality of existence’. He often stalks, observes, and travels within this form of himself.

•⌇⌦ Camera’s, no matter what kind, CANNOT pick up him as a whole. Whenever a picture is taken, a video, or anything of that sort is taken of him, he will always appear as a sporadic blur of blue, red, and black. He can never be caught on any footage.

•⌇⌦ Whenever he is present in a room, depending on his mood, the ringing sound that emits from him can completely shatter ANY kind of surface. Glass, wood, stone, etc. His surroundings also turn a bit desaturated/monotone whenever he’s around.

•⌇⌦ EXTREMELY tall, eerily tall, to the point it is very obviously inhuman.

•⌇⌦ Can take form of people’s fears and/or desires [used for manipulation tactics.]

•⌇⌦ Loves being praised for any reason. In fact, he could get distracted by it… likely because he’s slightly egotistical.

•⌇⌦ His body, to the touch, is always ice cold. Just being around him gives off cold chills and makes rooms colder.

•⌇⌦ Neck twitches constantly.

•⌇⌦ He’s highly patient.

•⌇⌦ Smells like smoke and old candles.

•⌇⌦ He is constantly tired, yet he never sleeps.

•⌇⌦ He can be referred to as Damien only by Wilford as he knows it’s a comfort for Wilford rather than anything else.

•⌇⌦ Dark wisps, like smoke, often emits from his hair and leaves a feint trail wherever he walks.

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・❥・ Bonus Short-Story ・❥・

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A fuchsia haired man sat on a weathered wooden bench, the crisp autumn air swirling around him, carrying with it the scent of fallen leaves and the hint of change. The trees stood tall and dark, their skeletal branches reaching out like gnarled fingers against the dark sky. Beneath the rolling clouds of black was a light shower of cold rain, paired with occasional deep bellows of thunder. Wilford, unbothered by the weather, wore a bright yellow coat that bore a striking contrast to the muted colors of the dark day, yet he felt oddly muted himself, as if the world around him had absorbed all the vibrancy he once possessed just moments ago. He stared at the trees, his curled mustache twitching as he was lost in thought. The shadows cast by the branches danced around him, triggering a flood of memories that flickered in his mind like fading autumn light. This time of year always made him contemplative how everything seemed to prepare for a long slumber, how decay and beauty coexisted in a delicate balance. Just as a gust of wind dragged him out of his thoughts and rippled up his spine, a dark figure swooped down from the sky. It landed gracefully next to him, perching on the back of the bench; its form a sleek raven whose feathers shimmered black as the void. The raven’s eyes glowed with an otherworldly stygian energy, deep pools of darkness that could drag anything into them.

Wilford turned to the raven, raising an eyebrow. “Well, aren’t you a striking little creature?” he quipped, a grin tugging at his lips. “What brings you to my little corner of the world? Here to steal my bread?” The raven tilted its head, regarding him with an unsettling calm, remaining silent but observant. Fragments of its being would fall out of place and come back together, as if reality itself fought against the creatures existence. Wilford leaned back against the bench, hearing it creak from his weight while his expression shifted. “You know, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the roles we play, the expectations we uphold… it’s exhausting.” He glanced at the raven, as if seeking validation. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m still just a part of the show. One of the many characters in this unending, chaotic play. Am I the hero, the jester, or maybe even the villain? It’s hard to tell when the lines blur! As if I would use any scripted lines… but you know what I mean.” The raven hopped a bit closer, its gaze cold. Wilford felt a familiar chill run through him from the stare. “And then there’s the bigger picture. All those choices we make, the paths we tread. Are they truly ours? Or are we really just puppets on strings, guided by forces beyond our understanding? It’s like we’re all just fragments of a larger story, one even I can never understand, lost in a labyrinth of our own making.”

The raven remained silent, but its intensity seemed to deepen, as if it understood. Wilford sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I guess what I’m really trying to say is… I’m not sure where I fit into all of this. Sometimes I want to scream, to break free from agonizing expectation. But then I think—what if in doing so, I lose everything that makes me… me? Do I even have the power to break this? If I do, what would happen?” He would ask, hoping for an answer. With a rustle of feathers, the raven leaned in slightly, almost as if offering comfort. “You will never know until you try, William. Every great discovery begins with a leap of faith.” The raven spoke without its beak moving an inch. The raven studied the man in the yellow coat for a moment longer, and then, with a powerful flap, it took to the air, soaring high above the trees. As it ascended, Wilford felt an odd sense of clarity settle over him. He smiled softly to himself, the weight of the world feeling a little lighter as he returned his gaze to the autumn trees. In the depths of uncertainty, there was hope. A chance to steer his path towards an unforeseeable future. And it was all only a leap of faith away.

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・❥Thank you for reading! If you wish to see more, request some ideas. What are you curious about the most?❥・

[i-amyou]

Hello my beautiful butterfly.you deactivated and I feel sad, not because of the need to read your blog, but because of the lack of your beautiful words, you are kind and sweet, I can feel that even without "knowing you", I know that you are back here temporarily, so before Leaving, I want to clear up my last doubt.

When I imagine, I know that what I imagined happens instantly. But, when I open my eyes, it seems that there is a present feeling of “waiting” to experience what was imagined, even though I realize that I am aware of this “waiting” I get confused, because if I KNOW it is instantaneous , I end up being lost. And I don't know how to reverse this situation, it seems like a cycle. I don't want to live conscious of waiting for myself to have, to be. But it's so confusing and leaves me with doubts.So, I observe and calm down, but that feeling of waiting is always present, as if telling me “Hey, you don't have it yet, just wait and see what you want, it's not here, there's a process for you to have it.” It's like a duality of thoughts and feelings, and I get frustrated at being lost again without knowing how to reverse it.

I want my being so much, I want happiness so much, so completely that I can't explain it, and sometimes I feel vulnerable, human. like the moon that longs to find the sun but always gets lost along the way, the moon glimpses the brightness of the sun appearing at dawn, but that light recedes and is lost to sight with the sunrise and the moon returns to its vast darkness, both know of each other's existence, but are unable to be together.Although both are present in each other, occurring in the same space. (That's how I feel). I've experienced silence, an empty mind, I still remember the first time I felt it, immediate happiness, I want to go home, I want to be at peace, enjoy life and have sweet dreams, but I feel lost and I can 't know how to deal with problems. I just want everything to be okay, I'm tired of the pain, tired of the suffering. We are like children, innocent, just crying and longing to return home, to the arms of our beloved mother (Being). Do you understand me?

Sorry for the text, I promised it would be my last question, I tried to summarize as much as possible. Thank you I love you. 🫂

English is not my language, sorry if the words are confusing.

– 🌙☀️🌌

(I know these words are meaningless and nothing new, I've said this before, over and over again. But for the sake of it, let me share them again. This is the last I'm sharing, going on an indefinite break after this. Sending Love to y'all ❤🌇)

Hello my glistening moon, it's okay. First of all, Breathe. You are always OKAY. I totally understand what you're trying to say. But more reading and seeking would get you Nowhere, I have something in my Notes for this and I'll add it here. Just read it, take it as pointer, and turn within. Only you can free yourself by realising you've always been free, only you can make yourself at Home by realising you never left. Let this be the LAST POST you read 🌙🌃

And with this, I'm logging off. अलविदा, अपना ध्यान रखना❤

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello! I loved your platonic headcanons for one piece so much! So comforting! If it's no trouble, may I ask the rest of the strawhats too? Only if you're comfortable, of course! 🩷

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I am currently up to episode 451 (Impel Down) of One Piece so please keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like the headcanons!

Platonic headcanons on Usopp and Brook can be found here!

Fandom: One Piece

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky, Jinbe x gn! Reader (separate and platonic)

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Thoughts on being friends with the Straw Hat crew.

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I hope you’re an energetic person because with Luffy as your friend, there’s never going to be another peaceful moment. He’s always dragging you and all of the other Straw Hats into an adventure.

Speaking of energy, he’s got a lot to spend so you can expect him to ask you to fight or play with him a lot. The same way he’s always playing with Chopper and Usopp, you’re now included in the mix.

Gives surprisingly good advice at the least expected moments. You could be sitting quietly and suddenly, he’ll run over to you and provide you with a profound and perfect solution to a problem you mentioned to him two days ago.

However, don’t expect him to have good answers for everything. Sometimes, the best he can offer is “maybe you should have something to eat?” And that’s okay, duality is something you learn to expect if you’re friends with Luffy.

I feel like Luffy is the kind of person to share clothes platonically. Not his hat of course (unless it’s a special/rare occasion) but his shorts and vests are up for grabs. He just thinks it’s cool being able to swap clothes with his friends.

Definitely the kind of friend to give you a huge hug after you’ve been apart. Even if it’s just for a couple of hours, you can still count on a tight embrace when you reunite. He just misses his friends when they’re not around.

This guy will give you the most insane presents you’ve ever received. Whether it’s a shiny rock, a marine’s hat, or a bug he picked up, you never know what you’ll be handed next. Best not to ask where he got things from though…

That one friend you can’t take anywhere without being prepared for anything that might happen. A simple dinner? You’re going to have to be prepared to run when no one can pay for the amount he ate. A walk along the beach? Now he’s fighting the seagulls. It’s always an adventure.

Nap buddies. No elaboration needed. If you enjoy taking naps, wherever Zoro is is the best place to be. Luffy usually leaves him alone when he’s resting so that means you’re likely to be left alone as well.

He’s also the perfect person to train with. He’s got an insane workout regime so don’t even try to keep up with him but being in his presence is a good motivation to try harder.

Speaking of, he’s a lot like Luffy in that he’s very motivational. However, unlike his captain, he’s a quiet inspiration. He might not say it often but if you ever get a few words of praise from Zoro, take that to heart. He really means it.

Says the most out of pocket things sometimes. He won’t even react to it. One minute you could be relaxing together, the next he’ll say something like “hey, have you ever smelt your own burning flesh?” and never elaborate.

At the same time, he’s also that one friend that, while he doesnt say much, when he does speak, it’s either really profound or stupidly funny. There’s no inbetween.

I feel like Zoro’s weirdly good at noticing when people close to him have habits that harm them in some way like biting your fingernails or chewing your lip. He’s also good at pointing out when you’re doing something like that so you can stop.

Amazing at keeping secrets, if only because he usually forgets he’s meant to keep whatever it is secret and just assumes everyone else knows so there’s no need to talk about it.

In the same vein, Zoro will remember the most obscure details about you. You could tell him there’s a spot on your back that burns in the sun easier than everywhere else and a year later, he’ll remind you to cover up that spot when you dock on an island.

The single best person to go clothes shopping with. She’s got an eye for fashion like no other and will always give you honest feedback on any clothes you try on. Just be warned that she’s not paying for your clothes. That’s on you.

Oh my goodness, a second hand shopping queen! She knows all the best places to get good quality and high end clothes for discount prices. It's great going shopping with her.

Despite Sanji being the cook, I feel like Nami’s decently good at baking. She’s got a bit of a sweet tooth in my mind so, as a result, she knows how to make sweet stuff.

That one friend who is brutally honest with everyone, regardless of whether she knows them or not.

Following on from that last headcanon, you might have to bail her out a lot. She has a tendency to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and get in trouble. Good thing she’s got her friends for backup.

I feel like Nami has a habit of getting absorbed in her work and forgets to take breaks. If you want to help out, set up your work station next to hers and remind her to take a break whenever you do.

Really good with makeup and especially doing makeup and face care routines on others. If you need somewhere with your eyeliner or just want to have a spa day, Nami's your girl.

I feel like Nami would enjoy making jewellery from the treasure she finds. It increases the price if and when she decides to sell so it's a win-win. If you've very lucky, she might even gift you some jewellery she's made.

Feeling homesick? No need to worry, Sanji’s on the case. He’s somehow got a cookbook from your hometown or island full of things to make that taste like home for you.

Always doing little touch ups to your appearance, whether it’s adjusting your collar or tucking your hair back. Of course, he’ll always get the go ahead from you first.

Super empathetic. Somehow, he always knows how you’re feeling and will do his best to help you feel better.

However, just because he knows how you’re feeling, that doesn’t mean he always knows how to help. He’s good with comforting people generally but when it comes to something more nuanced, he can struggle at times due to not having much comfort in his life.

Speaking of comfort, he’s that one friend that always checks in with others but is super out of touch with his own feelings and health. Keep and eye on him in return and he’ll be very grateful.

If you like reading or writing, Sanji will ask you to help him make a cookbook or two. He really wants to compile all of his favourite dishes and figures the best way to do that is by making a book. He's just not sure how to go about it and would be grateful for any help you can provide.

He really loves spending quiet time with his friends one on one. Life with the Straw Hat's can be chaotic and loud at best so it's nice being able to relax in companionable silence for a change.

His love of gossip is only rivalled by Nami's. It's something he picked up from the Baratie and he loves being able to share lots of juicy stories with you.

Definitely the mum friend. Some might say it’s Robin but I think it would be Chopper. He’s always keeping an eye on everyone and trying to keep them out of harm’s way as much as possible.

However, this doesn’t mean he’s not a very chaotic influence as well. Once he lets go of his doctor’s instincts, he’s roughhousing right alongside Luffy and Usopp.

This one is more for the readers who experience periods or menstrual pain but if you ever have cramps, he’ll curl up into a ball that you can press to wherever it hurts. This goes for back pain as well if period pain isn’t an issue for you.

Speaking of back pain, Chopper is amazing at giving massages. You might not think it with his hooves but he’s light enough that he can stand on you in one of his smaller forms and really work out any kinks in your back.

I feel like Chopper does have the bad habit of giving unprompted diagnoses and can be a bit naggy regarding healthy living. It’s just because he cares though.

The fastest way to find out if Chopper considers you a close friend is if he asks you to tell him stories. It doesn't matter if they're exciting or not, he'll listen attentively because you're the one telling it.

Love, love, loves doodling on his friends hands and arms. He claims it's so he can practise marking skin for surgeries but he really just likes seeing a visible sign of the fact that he has friends.

Will use you as a reason to get sweet treats, especially if you like sweet stuff as well. Otherwise, he'll use the excuse that “it's a hot day and you've been really active so you should have something to make sure your blood sugar isn't too low, I'll have something too to keep you company!”

Robin is definitely that friend who will make a comment about getting rid of anyone who annoys you that you’re not sure is a joke or not. She does mean well, she just has a…unique way of expressing it.

In the same manner, she knows so many facts, both relevant and completely obscure, that you’ll never have to look far for information.

This sort of follows on from my headcanon about Chopper’s role as the mom friend: Robin is the cool wine aunt. Sure, she cares about her friends deeply, but she’s happy to take a backseat and watch the chaos unfold rather than try and prevent it.

Definitely a daydreamer. She’ll often gaze off into the distance while sailing between islands, clearly lost in thought.

Robin likes memes, especially dark humour ones or ones that Facebook mums would post. That's just the sort of thing she likes and if you're her friend, you'll be shown all of those memes.

I feel like she has a collection of weapons from different cultures stashed away somewhere. If you ask to borrow something, she'll be more than happy to show you how to use it most effectively.

The most responsible driver and happy to drive you wherever you need to go. However, she will be assertive when the traffic's particularly bad so hang onto your seats and buckle up!

I feel like Robin is good at sketching things quickly and accurately. She has a good eye for detail and, if you ask her to draw something, she'll pull together a drawing in a matter of minutes.

Need anything made for you? Franky’s the man for the job. No questions asked (other than what’s necessary of course) and he’ll work tirelessly until it’s perfect. There might be some interesting design choices though.

I think if you’re a creative minded person or have a talent for designing things, Franky would value your input in his designs.

One of the most chill people to hang out with one on one if you’re not super chaotic like Luffy. He’s very adaptable when it comes to his energy levels and will match the mood of the room.

Franky would absolutely be a theatre fan. While that might seem out there, it just makes sense. He’s already got a flair for theatrics and music so it would be right up his alley.

He’s a great listener. If you’ve got ideas or just need to talk through, he’s a good sounding board. He’ll also do his best to give feedback or advice where it’s required.

Franky is weird through proxy. Hanging out with Robin a lot does that to anyone so if you have strange hobbies or interests, you'll hear no judgement from him!

Following on from my headcanon that he'd make things for you, if you like collecting things or cosplaying, or just need props for something, this is the guy to ask. He'll get a few reference pictures and make an amazing replica for you.

Franky has a knack for photography. He's not really sure how he acquired this skill but he's certainly not complaining. If you ever want some “professional” photos done, just ask him and he'll be more than happy to help.

Jinbe loves talking about books. If you're a fan of reading or just want to listen to him ramble for once, bring up books and you're set.

Jinbe plays golf. I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules. He knows it’s not everyone’s thing but he’d enjoy it if you tagged along for a game every once in a while.

He enjoys carrying his friends around and giving them piggy-back rides. He’s got the height and strength advantage, and it makes him feel like even more of an unofficial dad than he already is.

Prone to spouting quotes or sayings from ancient generals and philosophers at random moments. They’re always relevant to what you’re saying or doing though so that’s something.

In the same manner, he’s always got motivational posters laying around. You know those cat ones that way things like “hang in there” and “believe”. If you ever want some for yourself, he’ll happily help you pick out the perfect (purrr-fect) one.

Jinbe’s very good at giving advice. Unlike Luffy who gives good advice sporadically, Jinbe’s a lot more reliable. He’s got a lot of life experience to draw from.

He does, however, try to fix everyone’s problems for them, even if they don’t ask for help first. He only has your best intentions at heart but if you’d rather just talk things out or deal with things on your own, you’ll have to tell him that.

Always checks in on you before bed. It’s his way of making sure everyone he cares about is safe. If you want him to join you in your nighttime routine, whatever that may be, he’ll be more than happy to spend the time with you.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello~ I don't know if someone has already ask this but I'll just ask anyway. What made you so interested in Jade? I'm not saying it's a bad thing or anything of the sort. I'm just very intrigued.

Also to feed into your J-word brain rot I present to you this, but picture Jade. Lol I saved this photo as hot damn Sebastain.

Hello, hello!! ^^ I’ve made a post before that explains my interest in Jade, but if I’m being entirely honest 💦 it’s all over the place and difficult to read because of how often I go all caps and keyboard smashing. I’ll try to summarize my thoughts here in a way that’s more digestible and calm.

I love many of the little details about his face: the shape of his eyes, the curve of his mouth, how his brows are arched, etc. I also have a visceral, near animalistic urge to tug on that black bit of hair he has sprouting out...

His manner of dress also resonates with me! Jade is usually well covered and in formal attire, and I think that makes it more exciting on the instances when he dresses down (whether that be going without his gloves or choosing something more casual to wear).

His intelligence. I've always preferred characters who rely on their smarts over their strength to achieve their goals, and Jade fits the bill. One particular example is how his UM is limited in scope and usage, so he has to carefully plan and strategize about how and when he casts it. It's nice that Jade can also loosen up and use his cunning not necessarily for nefarious deeds, but just to tease others.

He plays support and he plays it well. I also have a tendency to like "helper" characters (butlers, bodyguards, knights, etc.), which is another archetype that Jade slots into. He is highly competent as a vice dorm leader, personal assistant, and right-hand man (eel?) to Azul. Plus, Jade knows when and how to play to his strengths (especially when it comes to deception and disarming others) and adapt to any situation he is placed in. Jade has even earned the approval of the notoriously hard to please Vil!

He keeps you guessing, and you'll still never even see it coming. I think it's interesting that he appears more docile than Floyd, yet Azul warns his peers that Jade is the more dangerous twin since Jade won't telegraph his schemes or bad moods (unlike Floyd). I 100% agree with Azul; not knowing what Jade has in store or when it will hit you is much scarier--but also much more thrilling in a way, haha...

Similar to the last point but much more specific; I love Love LOVE those moments when he's smiling while saying the most horrendous things (the infamous "what I'd do to anyone that betrays me" line lives rent free in my head). I also adore it when Jade is lying to your face and overacting (like when he pretends he got dust in his eye in book 4). He's so dramatic while lying his heart out, it makes me giggle.

Jade works with many of the tropes I like to go for when I want comfort. Househusband/domestic life stuff, butler looking after you, etc. I have a habit of overworking and forgetting to take care of my needs, so it's easier for me to remember if I pretend like Jade's the one doing the self-care for me.

I appreciate that he appreciates nature. I don't get to touch much grass (not that I don't go outside, it's that there isn't much grass in the area I live in)... so I get very excited whenever I get to just enjoy nature in its purest form, taking in that fresh air. It makes me feel like we're kindred spirits.

The duality of eel. Overall, I'd say that the reason I like Jade so much is because he can be many things which typically run contradictory to one another. I think that makes for a fun character that keeps me on my toes ^^

NOT YOU USING “J WORD” TOO… 💀 It’s spreading… just like a bunch of spores…

Aaaah, it’s Sebastian!! It’s been years and years since I read Black Butler (I think I stopped around the Blue Cult arc?). He’s still just as effortlessly elegant as I remember him being… I guess that’s par for the course for one hell of a butler, huh?

Here, lemme just… *crudely draws on him* THERE WE GO, THE J WORD SSR FOR AN EVENT WHERE WE VISIT THE LAND OF CRIMSON LONG :>

Thank you for your question and the rot fuel 🥰

[spectreofgreengables]

Here's a little Wolfstar microfic, as a treat in these trying times. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Caring Sirius Black Words: 617

Lupin turned to see his back in the dusty mirror that hung above the second-hand dresser. His fingers delicately pulling at the skin across his shoulder blades, he carefully examined the new pink scars he’d carved into his back during his transformation the night before.

He didn’t have to look, he could have simply felt the new wounds, puffy and tender unlike the healed silvery gashes that crisscrossed his entire body from previous months' pain, but there was an obligation he felt to his somber ritual, examining the damage after each full moon. 

This one hadn’t been too bad, all things considered. 

Before Sirius, the gashes had been deep and plentiful, as though the wolf was trying to finish him off in the cold light of the moon each month. Now, he supposed the wounds were a reaction to the intense pain of the transformation. An attempt to get away from the pain rather than to permanently end it. 

Still, as he turned back to face himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel that the latticework of scars that covered his body was a permanent, ever-growing reminder of his sheer helplessness against the endless cruelties of his life. 

“That’s enough for now, love,” Sirius’ voice, tender, but firm, interrupted his melancholy ruminations. 

Lupin hadn’t heard him open the door to their room, nor had he noticed when Sirius first called his name softly from the doorway. He’d been so deep in his own thoughts, hating the marks that wrapped across his skin; the evidence that he would never really be free from his own darkness, that he’d become completely oblivious to the world around him.  

He did notice, however, when soft hands wrapped firmly around his wrists and turned him away from the scuffed glass on the wall, forcing him to look directly into his lover’s face. He was met with a look of intensity so fierce that he was immediately brought back to the present. Remus held the other boy’s gaze, letting himself come back into his own body. 

“You’re safe, Moony,” Sirius stated emphatically, “You’re safe, you’re here, and you’re loved.” 

“I -”  Remus faltered, still focusing solely on Sirius’ face. The way his eyes flicked back and forth ever so slightly, staring fist into Remus’ left eye, then his right, over and over again. It was intimate and intimidating and so surreal. He tried to focus on the boy in front of him. 

“I-” 

“With me,” Sirius instructed, exhaling slowly. 

“You are safe,” the boy repeated, shifting his grasp from Lupin’s wrists to his hands, lacing their fingers. 

“I am safe,” Lupin echoed

“You are here, Moony,” he said, squeezing his hands for emphasis. 

“I am here,” the echo, stronger this time. 

“You are loved,” at this, he pulled them into an embrace, strong and steady, unwavering. 

“I am loved,” Finally, Lupin returned the embrace, clinging to Sirius. He could smell the faint remnants of pomade in his hair, could feel the steady, rhythmic pounding of his heart inside of his chest through his thin black tee shirt. 

“Damn right, you are,” Sirius pulled back just enough to look Lupin up and down. “Fucking beautiful too,” He grinned. 

“Says you,” Lupin scoffed, a smile finally breaking through his solemn expression. 

“Well, yeah,” he nodded, earnestly, “but since I’m the one in your bed every night, I’m pretty sure I’ve got the final say on this one.” 

“You know, Pads, that’s pretty fucking gay, ” Lupin sighed, rolling his eyes. 

Sirius took his moment of exasperation as an opportunity, and reached up, grasping Lupin’s face before pulling him in. 

“Anything for you, Moony,” he grinned against his boyfriend’s lips. 

Lupin could only chuckle, already lost in the infinite duality of Sirius Black.

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

propaganda:

This is for all of my fellow Two-Face and Gilda lovers out there! Personally I think that BruHarvey as a ship is underrated because of how much more popular other Rogues are (especially the Joker and the Riddler), and the prominence of ships between Bruce and various members of the Justice League (and of course the various comp het ships DC keeps trying to force Bruce into).

In comparison Harvey just doesn't really capture the fandom's imagination as much. Therefore BruHarvey isn't super popular because they don't consider it as an option a lot of the time. But that being said, I also find that a lot of people when presented with BruHarvey as a possible ship will be pretty amenable to it! It's just a fantastic ship if you want some old man/toxic/tragic yaoi! The ship has so much going for it! Childhood friends to lovers. Enemies to lovers. Friends in their civilian identities, as they try to pursue justice for Gotham together, and even friends after Harvey becomes a villain too! It's SO juicy and has SO much unexplored potential if DC weren't COWARDS and would just let Brucie kiss men already! Each of their themes of justice, duality, and redemptive love mirror one another in such an exceedingly tantalizing way that I could write a whole college thesis on it! But I'm not just here about them. I'm also here for my girl Gilda too!

Now BruHarvey may be an underrated ship... And Two-Face as a character is just about rated as a character (not underrated. Not overrated. Just rated). But Gilda...? My poor, poor girl Gilda! Writers never know what to do with her and refuse to give her the justice she deserves!!! Gilda is a big part of the reason why Two-Face was able to work so well as a character and concept all the way back in the 40's in the first place! I don't think that Harvey would have been as iconic of a character with as much staying power as he does with just... SO MANY imitators if it weren't for Gilda's presence and ability to help Harvey redeem himself! The whole point of Harvey as a character is that while he might be a villain, he is never too far gone as to not deserve a chance at redemption. He genuinely cannot help himself when it comes to the compulsion of doing crime. And in his original stories, he was able to redeem himself and reach a happy ending with Gilda helping him, supporting him, and loving him through that journey.

The reason that Batman doesn't kill is largely because of Harvey himself! His childhood friend that he deeply cares about, and who, no matter how much society at large, and even Harvey himself tells Bruce that he is beyond saving, that he still cares about nevertheless and will NEVER give up on! And Gilda was the first person to never give up on Harvey and was the one to lead him back to the light! In a time where Batman might still occasionally use a gun and where the punishment most criminals would recieve in the comics was death or a lifetime of jail, never to be seen again, Two-Face stood out because of his redemption! A redemption that the writers of the comics stuck to for decades in spite of a clear demand to have Two-Face back as a threat! (Hence the many, many imitators.) And sure, the helpless damsel who saves the bad guy through the power of love may be a tired trope these days, but it's still one that can work very well, and as a woman first written in the 40's Gilda actually has a surprising amount to her that later writers would forget or just outright ignore! Gilda clearly was a female character who had more going on in her life other than her boyfriend at the time she was first written. She was actually a sculptor!

A woman with her own well-respected career entirely divorced from her DA boyfriend's! And while Harvey was her primary muse, I have doubts that her career just stopped when he turned to crime! After all, she seems to have been a woman who owned a house and lived on her own and had enough wealth to spend her free time going to the movies (and apparently buying herself mysterious cloaks). In the 1940's! We love a woman who can get everything on her own without needing a man (though it is a nice bonus) in this household! And she was doing it as an artist when that stuff was less common! And her other biggest trait is her unshaking love and loyalty for Harvey. I think that it's genuinely interesting how the crime and murder matters very little to Gilda (and similar characters that fill her role in stories). What she doesn't like is how he lies and tries to decieve her specifically. She would die for Harvey. She would kill for Harvey. She will stay with and help him through thick and thin. No matter what.

And very few pieces of media do her character justice! The Long Halloween may ostensibly be about her, but they gave her nothing in her life other than the men she associates with, a desire for children, and murder. Not even a hint that she was a sculptor, barely a hint that she studied law or anything that other iterations offered! She's my girl! And she could honestly offer a number of very interesting story posibilities, if only writers saw her potential! But clearly they don't given that for the last several decades, they've been writing her out of stories, or killing her off in brutal fashion so that they don't have to deal with the question of what she's up to while Harvey is doing his crime stuff. Hell. Gilda was the catalyst for the Long Halloween, so why isn't Dark Victory about nor even include her in person!??? Why not explore her being Duela Dent's mother!? Why not show her standing by Bruce's side while the both of them try to help Harvey recover!??? Why do the writers try to make Harvey NOT a wife guy!? Why can't they let Gilda be around and Harvey's wife that's cooler and more chill than him!? Why must Harvey be single!? By far he has the best romantic chemistry with (out of anyone who isn't Gilda) Bruce and no other major character! But if you stick Harvey and Bruce together for that sweet, sweet tragic yaoi and angst... Well... First of all DC are COWARDS who refuse to let Bruce be into dudes. And second of all, why not just let Bruce, Harvey, and Gilda be together and poly!!!? But I'm no coward! Double the partners means double the chances for tragedy and angst! (Or comedy if you'd like!) And double the possibilities for love, recovery, and redemption! Gilda wouldn't and shouldn't give up on Harvey!

And Bruce and Gilda cheating on Harvey without his blessing!??? BROKE! Them being in a polycule? Excellent! And if you need any proof that Bruce, Harvey, and Gilda could be a functional polycule, you should read the daily newspaper Batman comics as archived on @daily-batman! Because they make a GREAT case for it there, and seeing their relationship develop in that story is just delightful! Harvey watches Batman (that he's half figured out is Bruce) kiss his wife (named Alice but like... She's CLEARLY just Gilda with a different name!) and isn't bothered by it AT ALL other than it giving her hope that he can get better! Kissing his wife? That he understands and is perfectly fine with. But giving her HOPE!!!??? Now THAT'S a line too far! Sounds like something someone poly might do! And also... That series finale!!! Lol. Harvey getting jealous of and trying to kill Bruce for thinking that he's stealing his girl? Nah. Broke. Harvey being a-okay with Bruce smooching his wife because he's already in love with Bruce too...? HELL YEAH! Let's do it! Who needs love triangles when you can have power throuples instead!??? Join the few of us that enjoy the ship! And give Gilda and BruHarvey the love they deserve!!!!

Also just LOOK at the image I sent and tell me that it DOESN'T look like Bruce, Harvey, and Gilda are getting poly-married! BruHarvey is juicy and even more juicy with the added DLC of Gilda in the mix! And Gilda deserves the whole world! Give them the world!

[armpirate]

RED || Jungkook | Ch. 4

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Pairings: Demon!Jungkook x fem!reader  

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, fantasy, past life

Warnings: Explicit language, mention of death and suicide, demonology, violence, rough sex

Summary: Y/n thought her life couldn't get worse after losing her parents in a tragic accident. Years after, she's aware of everyone moving forward, while she's in the same place, isolated and alone. She struggles to find meaning in a world that seems indifferent to her grief. Desperate for comfort, to feel the deep connection she had been missing, she starts the manifestation, expecting an inoffensive entity to walk with her that rough path. What she doesn't know is that she awoke the mysterious entity tied to an old necklace around her neck.

Jungkook, a mysterious and seductive figure, appears in her life, offering the company she craves. But as his presence grows stronger, so does the unsettling sense that there's more to him -and the necklace- than meets the eye, unfolding all the reasons that took him to that place.

Now, as the past bleeds into the present, Y/n must fight with her growing feelings for the demon who seems familiar yet dangerous. Jungkook is determined to reclaim his power, but in doing so, he may doom Y/n once again. Bound by fate, the two are locked in a dangerous mix of love, redemption, and the looming threat of destruction. 

Will they break the curse that has haunted them both, or will history repeat itself with devastating consequences?

Chapter duration: 18 minutes

Chapter warnings: Explicit content, smut, explicit language, oral sex (female receiving), edging

The classroom hummed with quiet energy as her classmates filled their notebooks and clicked their pens. The professor, a wiry man with a sharp voice, stood at the podium, gesturing emphatically as he delved into the themes of romanticism in literature. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes in the air, but Y/n barely noticed any of it.

She sat in the middle row, her notebook open to a fresh page, pen poised but unmoving. Her eyes were fixed on the professor, but her mind was a battlefield.

If her lack of sleep wasn't enough, the reason of it kept digging in her head, becoming louder than her own thoughts. At first, they were mere whispers that made her straight up in her place, but as days went on, his voice was clear, cocky and entitled. She went from being scared to being annoyed by him in a matter of two days.

"You know this is pointless, don't you?" the voice slithered into her thoughts like smoke, warm and smooth, yet carrying a cold undercurrent.

Y/n's grip on her pen tightened. She kept telling herself to ignore it, willing her focus back to the professor's words. He was explaining the duality of love and despair in the works of Byron, but the voice was louder now, more insistent.

"Byron? Really? I could show you passion that would make his verses look like a nursery rhyme."

Heat crept up her neck as his voice deepened, laced with a teasing chuckle that sent shivers down her spine.

—Miss Y/s —the professor called, breaking her trance.

—Yes? —her head snapped up, eyes wide.

—Could you summarize the point I just made? —he asked, arms crossed, his gaze pointed.

She stammered, her mind blank.

—I... uh...

"Oh, little one, let me help you out," Jungkook purred mockingly in her head. "Tell him the point is that all these poets were just sad little boys trying to impress women like you."

Her cheeks flushed.

—I'm sorry, I zoned out —she admitted, sinking lower in her chair as a few of her classmates chuckled softly.

The professor sighed, shaking his head before moving on. Y/n exhaled shakily, staring at her notebook as if it could anchor her.

"You're adorable when you're embarrassed," his voice crooned.

—Leave me alone —she muttered under her breath, her pen pressing hard against the paper.

"Now, why would I do that? You called me, remember? I'm here to stay."

She closed her eyes briefly, inhaling deeply to steady herself, but it only gave him more room to invade.

"You're wasting your time here. What's the point of all this? Writing papers, reading books... it won't get you anywhere. I can give you so much more."

Y/n opened her eyes, glaring at the blank page in front of her. She pressed her pen to it, attempting to write something, anything, to drown him out.

"Still trying to ignore me? Fine, let's play a game," he said, his voice turning mischievous.

Suddenly, the sound of his voice was accompanied by phantom sensations: a brush of fingers against her arm, a whisper against her ear.

Y/n flinched, her pen slipping from her hand. Her breath quickened as she glanced around. The room was normal; no one else noticed anything amiss. She went back to her paper, holding the pen tight as if that would keep her from hearing him, but she felt like something was gripping on her hand, closing tight around her fingers before she found herself writing something.

JK

She dropped back on her seat as she was aware of how powerful that thing was, to the point of being able to control her movements.

"That got your attention," he chuckled. "I wonder what your classmates would think if they knew what was really distracting you."

She was too worried about the power he had to care about his cocky comment. He was able to move her hand and force her to write. Which made her wonder... if he wanted to harm her, he'd be able to.

"Oh, cut that shit" he sounded pissed "If I had enough energy and power to kill you, trust me, I wouldn't waste it on that". she rolled her eyes at his choice of words, before trying to get back to hearing the professor's voice explaining one of the theories he was explaining before she focused on him.

"Besides..." she palmed her forehead when she heard his voice interrupting the class again "killing someone with your body would be a mistake". She gulped hard after that statement.

She was reminded how that thing had seen her fully naked, watching her touch herself for him. And that moment that made her feel so sexy and empowered back then, just made her feel embarrassed.

For a second, she wondered if she was going crazy, if that voice was a symptom of schizophrenia and she was sick enough to believe whatever it was she summoned was speaking to her.

"You aren't going crazy, and I do exist. You're going to regret ever doubting me as soon as I have enough energy to materialize in real life".

As he said that, the pages of her notebook flipped quickly, making some strands of her hair move with the air, before it closed abruptly.

She stood up, desperate to leave. And while she felt some eyes, the professor's being one of them, on her, she couldn't care less. She gathered her things quickly, feeling his laughter echoing in her head as she hurried out of the room.

The hallway was empty and quiet, a stark contrast to the mess in her mind. She leaned against a wall, pressing her palms to her temples.

—Get out —she hissed—. Get out of my head.

"But you like it when I'm here," he murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender. "Don't you feel it, Y/n? The way we're connected? You'll see soon enough."

Her knees threatened to buckle as his voice faded, leaving her alone in the silence of the hallway. For now.

As the waters seemed to calm down, she returned to class, sitting back in her place.

In between classes, she stayed there, flipping idly through her notes while waiting for the lecture to start. Scissorhands' habit of arriving late had given her too much time to dwell on her thoughts, and that voice had been eerily silent since the morning, which somehow made her feel even more on edge.

—Hey, Y/n?

She glanced up to see Alex standing beside her desk, holding a notebook. His wavy brown hair fell slightly into his eyes, and he wore an expression that was equal parts hesitant and friendly.

—Oh... hey —she replied, sitting up straighter. He wasn't someone she spoke to often, but she remembered him from previous semesters, a guy who was always polite and asked thoughtful questions in class.

—I heard you're pretty good with poetry analysis —he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly—. I'm kind of struggling with the Keats assignment. Mind if I borrow your notes?

Y/n smiled faintly, appreciating the distraction from her turbulent thoughts.

—Sure, but I need them for the exam. I can lend you my book if you want, it has some annotations.

—That'd be amazing, actually. Thanks —he said, visibly relieved.

She packed up her things as the professor finally entered, signaling the start of class.

—I'll grab it for you after class. Meet me at the cafeteria?

—Sounds good —Alex replied, flashing her a grateful smile before taking his seat a few rows ahead.

At the campus cafeteria, Y/n and Alex settled into a corner table. She handed him the book, and he flipped through it with genuine interest.

—This is great —he said, pausing to look at her—. Thanks again. I owe you one.

—It's no big deal —she said, sipping her coffee.

"It's no big deal" his voice returned, mocking her. "I can't believe you're actually losing your shit over such a lame excuse to get to flirt with you".

Alex leaned back in his chair, observing her for a moment.

—You seem distracted lately. Everything alright?

Y/n hesitated, not wanting to burden him with her bizarre experiences.

—Just... stressed, I guess. College and work, you know how it is.

—I get that —Alex said, nodding—. If you ever need someone to rant to, or just chill with, I'm around.

"Or someone to fuck with... I bet he'll be more than pleased to help you out"

She had to fight hard to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

—Thanks —she said softly.

The conversation shifted to lighter topics: books, upcoming assignments, and Alex's hopeless attempts at cooking, which brought a few laughs to her otherwise heavy day. For a little while, Y/n almost forgot the weight pressing on her.

"Is this how humans flirt nowadays? I'm going to puke" he was back after almost twenty minutes.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and the familiar, low hum of his voice whispered in her mind, bringing her back.

"He's trying too hard, don't you think?"

Y/n stiffened, her fingers tightening around her coffee mug.

—You okay? —Alex asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

She forced a smile, nodding.

—Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired.

"Tired of pretending? Like you're interested in how he burned a chicken breast in a damned oven?" his voice was sharper now, a cruel edge lacing his words with some mockery.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek, trying to block him out. She focused on Alex's kind eyes and his steady voice, grounding herself in the moment.

But then the lights above them flickered, just once, but enough to draw Alex's attention.

—Must be a wiring issue —he said, shrugging it off.

"Or maybe I'm reminding you who really has your attention" that voice hissed.

As Alex reached for his cup, a sharp cracking sound echoed from the table. Y/n looked down to see a jagged split running across the ceramic surface of her mug. Coffee seeped out, pooling onto the table.

—What the hell? —Alex frowned— Did you get burned?

She shook her head quickly, wiping the mess with a napkin, her heart pounding.

—It's nothing. Just a cheap mug.

But Alex wasn't convinced, and neither was she, as hard as she tried to get that voice to shut up.

—Are you sure you're okay? You've been on edge ever since we got here.

"Tell him" his voice sounded manipulating, eager for her to confess "Tell him the truth. Tell him he's wasting his time," he purred, his tone mocking.

—I'm fine —Y/n snapped, the sharpness in her voice, surprising even herself.

Clearly, she didn't want to be as rough with him, but the person in her head who wouldn't leave her alone, but Alex was the only one she could speak to without looking like a maniac.

—Okay, okay —Alex blinked, taken aback—. No need to bite my head off.

—I'm sorry —guilt gnawed at her—. I didn't mean to...

But her apology was cut short as a strange heaviness settled over her, her hands moving quicker than she could realize as she started picking up her things.

She wanted to leave, but at the same time she wanted to stay. She didn't realize when she got to walk so fast to sneak outside the cafeteria, until Alex grabbed her elbow and stopped her.

—Hey, you don't have to leave like this.

—I'm really not in the mood —she explained, feeling her body more tired than usual.

But Alex didn't seem reassured.

—Y/n, is there something going on? You can tell me.

"Tell him the truth, doll. Watch him run" his voice teased, dripping with malice.

—I'm okay —she shook her head, trying to clear the sound of his voice—. Just worry about giving me back my notebook before the exam —she continued, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

—Alright —Alex sighed, his worry evident—. But if you ever need to talk, I'm here.

He hesitated before walking away, leaving Y/n standing alone in the middle of the hallway, her mind spinning with fear and confusion.

"You can't escape me" he whispered softly, his voice sending a chill down her spine.

But she wished she did, yet, at the same time, she hoped she would never feel as lonely as she did weeks back.

Y/n unlocked the door to her small studio, her thoughts still scattered from the day's events. The night lecture had run later than usual, and she'd taken her usual route to the station under the streetlights, feeling uneasy but dismissing it as her overactive imagination.

Dropping her bag on the floor, she exhaled deeply and leaned against the door. The air in her apartment felt heavier than usual, but she brushed it off, chalking it up to exhaustion.

Her phone buzzed, and she fished it out of her pocket. A message from Alex lit up the screen:

"Hey, did you get home safe?"

She frowned, touched by his concern but also surprised. They hadn't exchanged numbers earlier, so he must have gotten it from the class group chat. She started typing a reply when another message from him popped up.

"I saw someone following you to the station"

Y/n froze, her fingers hovering over the screen. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she reread the words. There was more to his text than just that, but her brain omitted it and avoided reading it, because she knew it would only make her panic even more.

Her mind immediately went to the shadowy figure she'd been catching glimpses of for days. She tried to steady her breathing, telling herself it could have been anyone, a random passerby, a coincidence.

But deep down, she knew better.

Her necklace, warm against her skin earlier, now felt icy cold.

Her phone buzzed again, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts. She swallowed hard, her thumbs moving quickly to type a response.

"I'm fine. Thanks for checking in."

After hitting send, she set her phone on the table and paced around the living room, her anxiety mounting.

Her phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn't a text. The screen lit up with a notification from an unknown number. A single text:

"He's a rat"

The message sent a chill down her spine. Her breath caught as her pulse raced. She instinctively looked around her barely lit apartment, feeling the oppressive weight of the air around her.

—You —she whispered, clutching her necklace.

A faint chuckle echoed in her head, smooth yet menacing "See you in your dreams".

After that, that night it took her longer to fall asleep. She wanted to see him, she was curious to see more of him, to listen to him, to witness his body in motion further than the memories she got. Her eyes fell shut at that hope, her breathing becoming calm as she felt as if her soul was taken somewhere else.

He walked around the bed, until he was standing in the same spot where he was before getting near her. He tilted his head, both hands back to his pockets, while he looked at her body from head to toe. His gaze made her feel exposed, although she was still wearing all of her clothes.

It probably was the most wanted she had ever felt.

With a thunderstorm in her mind, which made her whole body react to his eyes only, she found support on her elbows to lift her torso again and make his pupils lay on hers once he was done with the visual traveling through her body. Once his eyes connected with hers, it felt like he was finally able to see everything he needed, just to decide what he was going to do to her.

"I'm going crazy over his full of himself attitude" she thought.

—I was also annoyed when you let that... human flirt with you that way —he commented, reminding her he was in her head.

Her eyes went down almost immediately when she felt the mattress sinking down on her feet. His parted thighs were on the bed, finally letting his hands off his pockets so she could appreciate the black ink decorating their reverse -yet only one tattoo got her attention: he had "JJK" in the middle of each one of his knuckles. She immediately remembered what he forced her to write in her notebook, wondering what those letters could mean. Was it his name?

Before her thoughts could go on any longer, his warm fingers encircled one of her ankles, dragging her over the mattress suddenly.

Her eyes kept their trip through his body with enjoyment, trying to understand how that man wasn't created by her imagination. When her eyes landed on his face, he was playing with his lip rings, his mouth curved in a malicious grin while his eyes watched her as if she were a prey cornered by the big predator.

She certainly was feeling like one.

He slowly bent over her, both hands at each side of her head, while his eyes pierced on hers. Her heart pumped aggressively against her ribcage as soon as his breath hit her lips. It was as if her body was doing everything possible to feel him closer. She was so ready to receive him, to feel his lips on hers... that she didn't realize she moved her head in his direction until he clicked his tongue and moved back. Before rejection could settle in her brain, a new wave of pleasure emerged as the digits of his right hand closed around her neck, pushing her head back on the mattress.

His mouth ghosted her lips, just drawing them with a thin layer his warm breath created, doing the same to her cheeks, her jawline... until he reached his own fingers on her skin. He then moved back to her lips, tilting his head while his eyes sent shivers through her body as they pierced into hers.

—I'd love to see you getting naked the way you did the night you touched yourself for me —his seductive tone drove her insane—. Too bad I have no patience when I'm the one in charge.

A gasp burned in her throat when the buttons of his shirt felt ridged against her skin, able to feel the garments of his shirt and his pants. They felt soft, but raspy at the same time.

It took her a second to realize.

He was faster than her, grabbing her hands in the air and pushing them back on the mattress over her head, when she attempted to cover up her body under him. It was an ill and desperate attempt. His face fell back near hers while he held my wrists against the sheets.

—Don't make me think of a new punishment —his voice sounded soft, but his eyes were bright with a dark warning that made her shift under him—. I hate having to change plans. So keep your hands up there if you think about touching anything else that isn't me —he slowly moved his hands away from her wrists—. Got it?

She nodded, and it seemed like it was the only thing holding him back from keep going. He needed to know she understood and accepted his rules, he needed to know she was giving him the power in her dreams he couldn't yet have in real life.

His lips moved past hers, going straight to her jawline and neck, tracing each one of the imaginary lines that were crafted by his fingers moments ago, while he ventured down her body. He gave loud sloppy kisses on her cleavage, and she had to hold with dear life onto the sheets above her head when his teeth tightened around one of her nipples. Her back arched instantly when a new wave of pleasure ran over her body.

—I want you to look at me, baby —it was so sinister how he looked at her while his tongue twirled on the hard button, but hell she didn't love it—. There's nothing interesting going on in the ceiling.

His tongue felt wet and hot when it fell flat over her hardened bud. Although he didn't do anything with it, instead, he allowed his saliva to be covered with his warm breath as he kept looking at her, the reactions he could drink from when he wasn't even touching her properly. She was so responsive, so lost in her own senses, she didn't realize he broke the only command he gave her.

Y/n felt forced to look down when he stopped moving, finding him midway on her belly. It was then when she realized he was still fully dressed. The sleek black shirt left unbuttoned at the collar allowed her to see part of his packed chest and abs, while a gold chain with a striking cross pendant, which reminded her too much of the one she was wearing, rested in between his pectorals.

—It is the same —he explained—. It's a temporary reminder of how linked we are, both in my realm and your world. I told you, doll, you have no escape.

His fingers teasingly pinched her chin before he went back down her body, the sound of those open-mouthed kisses filling her ears again, the image of him so close to her core too hard to bear. But again, he waited. He made sure her eyes were fixed on him, with no possibility of moving away, before he laid a kiss on her pubes and spoke:

—You smell so fucking good —he parted her legs, and pushed them apart a bit wider with his shoulders, finding a spot he enjoyed a little bit too much—. It's like you're screaming to be tasted.

—Plea...

That plea got interrupted by a moan when the tip of his tongue dig in her slit, collecting every single drop of her juices. Since that moment, her body spirals into a rush of pleasure she couldn't come back down from, only increasing when his tongue reached her clit and started swirling and twirling around it.

His eyebrows were furrowed while working his mouth and tongue on her wetness, working her up to get her as desperate as he had been waiting for ever since her voice dragged him back to that limbo he hated so much. It took her a few seconds and a groan against her core to understand that expression meant nothing but to show how concentrated he was on pleasuring her.

—You taste so good —he groaned again in between sucking and licking—. So good you're making me wonder if you're the demon hunting me, and not the other way around.

He looked up to her while saying that, her wetness glistening over his lips and chin, before he went back exactly to where he was. He made her jump by the fast rhythm of his tongue all of sudden, while his lips suck on the bundle of nerves.

There was no more holding back as she desperately moved to dig her fingers in his hair, trying to feel him closer, trying to keep him there, while her legs also started surrounding his shoulders, trapping him completely. He pulled them apart, giving him enough space to work her up like she deserved, groaning against her clit again, eager to feel her clenching again around nothing when he moved his tongue low enough.

But all of a sudden all those frenetic moves disappeared.

Y/n couldn't even feel his tongue nor his mouth anymore, and thinking the way her shut eyes were the problem, she looked up to him again.

He moved away when she needed him the most, and by the look on his face he wasn't willing to give in to her needs.

—If I tell you to stop flirting, you stop —he licked his lips.

He played with her lower lip on his thumb, looking at her with a smile while she was just unconsciously pouting, not succeeding at masking how annoyed she was.

—Trust me, this is harder for me than you —he finally said—. If I had made you cum, I'd have gotten more energy than just teasing you. But brats like you need to be taught a lesson, even if that means to make some sacrifices.

She was close to asking him, to try and convince him to go on, but the room went totally dark.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in her bed. Alone, frustrated, mad... but so turned on she could feel her core throbbing still.

—Oh, fuck you —she shouted, dropping her body back on her bed. 

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[petorahs]

I would love to hear your thoughts about Sunday. (Please rant about him)

free reign to rant about my favorite character.... omg. I hope you know what you've just unleashed

first of all look at him. he is like a cat.

now where to begin...

I know what kinds of characters I like so I knew immediately that I was in for it when I first saw Sunday, "the most handsome man on Penacony!" with Robin in tow, who was his sister. for reference, characters with siblings almost always end up having my heart. for example Ayato is my favorite character in genshin, Arlecchino following close second. my affection for Aventurine rose drastically the moment I learnt he had a sister. found family Stellaron hunters makes my heart melt. I will always love sibling dynamics, characters who put their families first.

then his interaction with Aventurine happened. his questions were so very clearly a projection, not an interrogation. "Do you love your family more than yourself?" he was so clearly grieving. this is where Sunday starts to set apart from Ayato in my head. Sunday was more emotional and fraying at the seams than we ever saw Ayato throughout the story. he was a grieving brother who barely hides it. and... "Do you wish to destroy this world?". this is where Sunday starts to clearly set apart from Aventurine. Sunday would rather remake the world than destroy it.

and then. 2.2 - In Our Time happened. this is where I knew that he would become my obsession for months and months and months to come. it's where we saw his kindness, his bleeding heart, his pessimism on full display. his love for humanity - but never for himself. his evangelical themes, his Maruki persona 5-esque plan, his own grand orchestra, he himself being orchestrated like a puppet on strings. his Luciferic fall from grace.

...and being caught instead😭

this was so poignant i almost cried. idk like everything clicked here. s*icidal characters being caught (not saved) but held is so important to me. the light in their eyes dimming and the framing of the scene reminded me of how Scaramouche fell. and like how Aventurine held Kakavasha's hands.

PLUSSS sibling characters growing apart the older they get. Robin and Sunday arent that close in the present, that much is clear. they even fought before this. BUT SHE STILL CAUGHT HIM I JUST-- 😭 LIKE FUCK BRO I DIDNT EVEN THINK PENACONY AS A WHOLE WAS GOOD AT THE TIME NOR WAS I EVEN PLAYING HSR AT ALL I ONLY STARTED DURING JUNE 2024 but this still got me. it ended me. it just had everything i ever loved every theme i found dear and personal

also my favorite writing choice they did for Penacony was continuously mentioning Robin and Sunday's "paradise of our dreams" and the "promise" they made and how diametrically opposed they are despite both pursuing that vow, but... we only properly learn what it is at the end 😭

i. just cried at this i think. its such a simple wish but things went so far than Trustful Boy and Guileless Girl could have ever thought.

so that's the journey. ultimately i just came to the conclusion that this guy is just too cute for his own good and he wants the best for people he's never ever selfish or mean 😭 he's as loving as Elysia hi3 i think and his 7 rest days philosophy is just so cute of him.

he truly truly TRULY advocates for resting rather than having to work 9-5's, he would tell you to eat the extra dessert and to sleep in a little. HOWEVER. he would not extend this same leniency to himself. that is the duality and complexity of Sunday. (like look at this)

HE DOESNT RELY ON GODS!!! faithful church boy that he is, he denounced both Xipe AND Ena while still honoring THEM and he makes such good philosophical points and its just crazy that the trailblazers didnt really want to listen to him bc he was cooking. and regardless, he takes his fall with grace. GRACE!! he WANTED to be proven wrong he's just so reasonable and i love his faith and devotion and care and and and

as a kid he dissed the teacher that said little Robin's singing was bad. and then he ate an eggtart out of spite. THE LITTLE BIRDIE HAD SUCH AN ATTITUDE!! and he has piercings in his wings and metal choir in his boss theme of course he's a little alt.

i adore this side of him:

he just. needs to know that he's deserving of all the love in the world he desires for everyone else. i hope he doesnt put himself on such punishingly high standards anymore. i hope he learns more from Aventurine and takes more chances. i hope he gets his :3 smile back on his model.

i am so ill for this man.

also i think this message i sent to my friend after I saw Sunday's animations explains how i feel at all times. I got nothing to hide. (I'm sorry women) (NSFW text warning)