#i wish i had the motivation to write this

[i2rizz]

hihi I love your "no way he pulled that" series so much it has me giggling and kicking my feet! i was wondering if I could request one for reo? with a reader who's really loud and energetic but super soft with him?

It's kinda wild how obsessed everyone is with this idea-and I totally get it-but I've got like 20 requests lined up, and honestly? I'm tapped out. It's starting to feel like I'm writing the same thing over and over.

No Way He Pulled That Pt.13

The Blue Lock boys were halfway through summer training when Reo casually suggested a "reset day" No drills. No egos. Just sun, sand, and snacks—on a beach, of course, because what’s the point of being rich if you can’t occasionally act like you’re in a teen movie montage?

Naturally, they agreed. A break sounded like heaven. But what they didn’t know was that Reo had ulterior motives. He’d been hyping up his "girlfriend" for weeks.

At first, no one believed him.

"You have a what?" Nagi had asked once, monotone as always.

"A girlfriend" Reo had said, smug. "She’s amazing"

Rin raised an eyebrow. Shidou had straight up laughed.

"No offense, rich boy," Shidou snorted, "but I thought you were married to your credit card"

Reo rolled his eyes. "You’ll eat your words. Just wait"

The rumors spread like wildfire. The mysterious girl Reo was supposedly dating. The one he talked about with this dopey grin like he wasn’t the bougie prince of Mikage Corp. "She’s loud" he’d said fondly. "Louder than me, even" "She makes fun of me constantly" "But she’s got this smile that could stop time" "And when she hugs me, I forget how to breathe"

Yeah. No one believed him.

So when the group rolled up to Reo’s private beach—because of course it was his—they didn’t expect much. Just a bougie hangout, maybe some suspiciously fancy drinks, and Nagi napping under a palm tree.

What they didn’t expect… was her.

She wasn’t even facing them when they saw her. Just this goddess on the sand, diving for a volleyball like it owed her money. Hair tousled from the salty breeze, her skin glowing like she’d been sculpted out of light and whatever filter Instagram wishes it had.

She was wearing a sporty swim top with criss-cross straps and little black shorts that rode up with every movement. Her laughter rang out clear across the beach—loud, the kind of laugh that makes your chest feel warmer just from hearing it.

Then she turned.

The moment her eyes landed on the group of boys, her grin stretched wider—teeth, dimples, the whole show. She waved, sprinting up the sand with the energy of a golden retriever on espresso.

The ball was forgotten, falling at Rin’s feet.

"Yo, Reooooo!" she shouted like she hadn’t seen him in years. "You didn’t tell me the cryptids were coming too!"

Shidou blinked. "Did she just call us cryptids?"

"That’s her?" Karasu whispered, stunned.

Reo, who had been lounging casually by the umbrellas with a smug look already forming, stood up as she barreled toward him. She practically launched herself into his arms, limbs wrapping around him like a koala.

And just like that—snap. Reo softened.

Gone was the smugness. His entire face melted into this soft, stupid, dopey grin as he caught her. He tucked her hair behind her ear, whispering something that made her giggle. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispered something back, and he lit up like a kid on Christmas.

Everyone else?

Absolutely losing their minds.

"THAT’S her?" Chigiri hissed.

"No fuckinging way" Rin muttered under his breath, looking deeply disturbed.

"Since WHEN do loud girls like that go for the pretty boys with daddy’s credit card?" Bachira gasped.

"Wait wait wait," Shidou pointed, scandalized. "She just called him love"

"She called him love?"

Nagi, squinting "please censor the word love"

Reo turned toward them, arm slung around her waist like it belonged there. "Oh," he said, way too casually, "guys—this is my girlfriend"

"Your real girlfriend?" Isagi croaked, clearly re-evaluating his entire worldview.

The girl looked up, blinked innocently. "Wait—you didn’t tell them?

"I did!" Reo whined. "They just thought I was hallucinating you!"

She gasped. "Rude" Then turned to the boys, beaming. "Hi! I’m Y/N. I’m loud, annoying, and I’m dating your rich friend. Any questions?"

There was silence. Pure, disbelieving silence.

Then Karasu whispered, "Bro pulled a main character"

Shidou was already fake crying. "Love isn’t real unless it’s that"

Meanwhile, Reo—still holding onto her like she might vanish—was grinning like a winner.

"Believe me now?"

Bachira flopped onto the sand dramatically. "I thought she was a myth…"

Nagi, deadpan: "I thought you were lying."

Even Rin looked vaguely impressed.

But Reo just leaned down, kissed your forehead, and said softly, "Knew they’d freak out"

And as you beamed up at him like he hung the stars—completely unaffected by the jaw-dropped chaos happening around you—every single one of those boys realized…

No way he pulled that.

But he did.

And she was crazy about him.

[franklyopinionated]

Unpopular Opinion: Making Nico have a crush on Percy ruined Nico's character.

Not because the crush itself is a bad storyline, but because of how fandom has turned it into Nico's entire personality. I kind of wish Nico coming out and finally accepting himself and being in a healthy relationship with someone who wants to be with him (the crucial difference between Will and Percy) wasn't constantly treated as an afterthought to Pernico.....a completely one sided crush.

People seem to forget that Rick didn't even decide that Nico was gay until writing Heroes of Olympus. The majority of Nico's arc in the first five books is NOT about Percy at all. It's about his grief about losing his sister, him trying to find his place in the modern world, and his relationship with his father. Percy plays a part in that only because Nico initially blames him for Bianca's death. Nico did not take Percy to the Styx because he had a crush on him, because Nico did not canonically or creatively (as far as Ricks writing goes) have a crush on Percy back then. Him taking Percy to the Styx was for Bianca and for his own selfish reasons of wanting to trade his father for information about his family (and his selfishness is 1000% understandable)

It's really ridiculous that people have turned a one side crush into Nico's entire personality and motivation for all of his actions. It's makes him a one dimensional emo boy defined by his crush on a guy who is not romantically interested in him. Nico deserves so much better than that from people who claim to be his fans.

[eclipse-msoul]

( I own the writing,picture is from Pinterest)

" 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 "

Bruce could still remember with every inch of his skin and every drop of blood that flows through his body - the day where he found the reason for which the oxygen entered his lungs and his heart beat every second.

You.

His darling.

That day, April 25th , Monday, 9am , was when your eyes first looked his way. He could hardly remember what he was doing at that moment.

Alfred had convinced him to take the bus - he was angry at Bruce for what he did not know.

( Bruce got eight of his ribs broken and did not bother to tell Alfred. Alfred found him limping back to the Mansion.)

He remembers being bored, annoyed even. Alfred did not care for a patient. ( Poor butler had every reason to be pissed) and then everything changed.

His tired face moved up from the newspaper marking his hands and His eyes flickered here and there - looming to the side. Then the clock froze in time.

He just knew when the winds blew and your hair fluttered under the sun - the needle of destiny stopped. His eyes reflected your glimmering ones.

It was a glance of a mere seconds. Just a subtle small eye contact and he could feel the air leaving his lungs. It was like he forgot to breathe. His heart began to beat out of his chest, so loudly that he feared you could hear.

You caught him looking and flashed a friendly smile. He rounded his head very quickly. Heat began to leak from his ears. He wished no one saw his reddened ears.

He couldn't resist sneaking to another peak. Looking there again, he caught your eyes once more.

He gulped.

You turned away.

And didn't look again.

He kept on staring, frozen in time - different thoughts made way to his brain. His fingers tingles in excitement. There was not an ounce of doubt - you were his darling and he was your protector. He wanted you to spare him another glance, caress his features - even another smile would do.

His eyes twitched as he saw the bus come and you left - him all alone there. He stood waiting, till his phone began to ring.

He brought it near his ear and let out a breath.

“ Master Bruce, I've been informed that you haven't arrived at college yet.” Bruce's eyes shifted to his watch as they narrowed. He had forgotten to take his bus in a heap of moment, so frozen and drawn to you.

“ Alfred.” Bruce said, causing the old man to stiffen. His voice was quiet, a little too quiet - like a man possessed. Alfred from the other end let out a cough before his eyes shone.

“ Who is it?” Alfred asked, knowing that his son had found his darling - his destiny. He could finally become a true protector and Alfred couldn't be any more happy.

“ I don't know-” Bruce said, pressing his fingers into a tight fist - blood leaking down while a puddle reflected his white grinning teeth.

“ But I'll find out, soon, very soon…”

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰.𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲- tell me what you think of them. Did Bruce sound Bruce or do I need to add some points here? ����( badly need motivation y'all, so send help)

And love you all byeee🩷

[lazyjellyfish300]

Heyyy🤍 I hope you are doing well.

I personally don't know where to start, I recently started following you and I'm a writer myself. I read something you wrote for nanami and personally everything you write for him is so exquisite and domestic I love it so much :') in general your writing is such a breath of fresh air.

Which is why I was wondering (only if you take requests) that it's possible if you can write something about reader, having exams :') and how the reader might be pushing herself too hard at times and sometimes have no motivation to study, and struggle to find the confidence that they could go to university or something or just that they lack confidence, with Nanami / Gojo. I have exams in three weeks and to tell you the truth I'm so nervous, haven't been eating well (lost weight), and all these things come whenever it's that times so... if you could write me a comforting thing like this :') it would mean so much. I hope this ask finds you well and thank you so much for your writing it's great to find writers a like you 🤍

Ps:if you could add the profession the reader wants to go into, definitely medicine or law :')

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 ݁ ˖☁︎ ⚡︎

☁︎ nanami kento x gn!reader. words 2.8k

☁︎cw: fluff, angst w comfort, insecurity, difficulty eating, scarred!post shibuya nanami, established relationship.

☁︎ a/n: thank you for these sweet words nonnie! it means the world to me!! 💞 you're too kind. i wish you the best of luck with your exams. you CAN do it! 💞 my heart goes out to you and to anyone else suffering from the joys of finals rn. i went with Kento and med school if that's okay with you. 💞 Hope you enjoy!! 🥰 dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

You wished you hadn't forgotten your umbrella today. The streets of Tokyo gloss over in a river of afternoon rain. The sky sets off a latent rumble that echoes between the ashen clouds that the sun has all but disappeared behind.

"Storm sounds serious." You muse to yourself, relieved to be free from the shackles of your morning classes and that your next destination was the blankets and pillows that awaited you at home.

The rain was a welcome distraction from all the stress that bogged you with the looming onset of finals, particularly your vascular systems test, and the imposter syndrome that chased you like a plague. It felt like a to do list with no clear ending.

Despite summiting the daunting task of being accepted into your dream school, you felt pressure like you needed to prove yourself week after week, narrowly dodging the ever lurking shadows of failure. You were a burnout being asked to run on an empty gas tank.

You put your earbuds in as you board the train, mind transporting itself elsewhere. Even in his absence, your lover's calm and steady voice echoes assurance in your eardrums and you lay your head back as the song begins, watching the mossy dark turquoise world of outside layered in cloud cover rush by your windows.

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You fumble with your tote bag for that pain-in-the-ass key that loved to tumble to the very bottom and open the door to your apartment.

Already it's so much warmer, not thanks to the familiarity of your home, but the person in it.

Kento looks up at you from where he's sitting at your small table with stacks of haphazard papers, coupons for restaurants you'll probably forget and never use, utility bills, and folders with sticky notes where you normally sit in scattered chaos. It was a rather hilarious contrast to the bareness of his side, an agglomeration of your two worlds that was uniquely endearing, opposites in origin that were ultimately better together.

He has a worn novel in hand that he's pausing with the Totoro bookmark you got him for Christmas, subtle indentions along the spine marking the several times he had opened it- suggesting a story well-loved. Next to him is a mug on a cactus coaster and a half eaten bacon egg and cheese on the other.

"Home early, sweetheart? Wasn't expecting you so soon."You smile at him and hang up your coat, shedding your shoes as you walk up to greet him.

"Well, Masamichi gave me the option to leave early." He closes the book with a hum.

The hidden sun behind the rain clouds outside it seems had been plucked away and found residence right in front of you, all the sunshine in his gaze whose adoration could not be obscured by the plain black eyepatch on his left side.

He gives you that handsome close-lipped smile, subtle with the sprinkle of crows feet on either side of his face, still wearing his navy dress shirt and slacks, a pair of fleece slippers on his feet.

It was that adorably frustrating propriety he never seemed to shed, but the presence of slippers suggested he was slowing giving into casualness, cracking just a little under your cozy influence.

"I had hoped to see you after your classes. And I'm glad I did."

He sweeps you into a hug, not minding the remnants of chill on your crewneck sweater and his heartbeat swallows you slowly.

Kento was not like the intense rays from direct sunlight, rather the patches of warmth that live along a windowsill in between pockets of shade where a small cat would lull to sleep. The kind that spells the promise of comfort admist a world drowned in cold, much like outside, whose sunlight graduated to its own form bottled and personified in the soul of this beautiful man you loved so much.

"Hungry?"

He takes note of the slight wilt in your eyes, the tension in your shoulders that had not unraveled, the weariness he sensed that weighed at the back of your mind he had picked up in the time he spent loving you.

"You should eat, love. There's coffee." He suggests carefully if a sandwich seemed too formidable in the moment, taking your hands in his with a gesture towards the kitchen.

"Mkay....coffee."

He smiles as he wins you over, one mug at a time. He crosses to the cupboard, finding your second favorite since the one you loved the most was characteristically dirty, possibly still living next to your keyboard in your office as it so often did.

The dark elixir trickles into the mug with a thin plume of steam, hands graceful as he endeavored in preparing the brew just the way you like.

He's pleased with himself as he watches you take it with the ends of your sweater pulled over your palms like hot pads, before you retreat under the sanctuary of a blanket on the couch.

He drinks you in one last time before the sandwich station commands his full attention.

If he was the sun, then you must be the rain in his meteorological equation. The dissonance of raindrops you bring to his life are not enough to clash over the persistence of warmth he delivered, but instead result into something pleasant, a summertime shower of rain like the ones in the evening that invite respite and suggest closeness after spryness and the energy of constant daylight.

You to him were a period of refreshment that flourished the endless gardens he watched over. Both souls enriched from wandering in each other's paths despite the unlikely way you came to be.

He joins you on the couch with a turkey avocado sandwich on a plate with both your legs outstretched on the ottoman until they tangle in each other, giggling as you afforded him room under the blanket that was just a hair too small before he surrenders and leaves to get one more from the closet.

He rejoins you again, allowing you to settle into the familiar left side of his body that you all but created a home in. His scent, subtly citrus, with a bite of ocean, slightly weakened by the rain and the hours he had been at work. The sandwich goes down much more easily after the coffee and with the steadiness of Kento next to you, turning on a rerun of your favorite show.

Your chests rise and fall in slow synchrony, anchoring faithfully to the present when even a million things that called your attention could not break through the peaceful barrier you built together in a fortress of warmth, blankets, coffee, sandwiches, and episodes you've seen a million times.

"How are you?" He asks softly when a commercial comes on, his index finger and thumb lingering at your nape, grazing the dainty chain of your necklace in gentle preoccupation.

"I could be better." You shyly admit as his fingers travel in a subtle dance down your arms.

A shadow of dissatisfaction casts over his expression, his gaze searching for the source of your discomfort.

"Do you feel better than since you got home, at least?"

"Yeah." You nod, managing a smile, a little piece of lettuce stuck to your lip.

"Good." He echoes your grin, gently removing the lettuce with a swipe of his thumb.

"It's just these exams. I'm exhausted. Feels like I'm being asked to remember a million things with no way to recall them. And no pauses in between. Like....like sweeping a floor with a matchstick while somebody's dumping a trashcan of dust onto it every five minutes."

He pauses, eye widening and nodding slowly at the remarkable brilliance of the metaphor and the stickiness of the situation. "That's a...very specific and accurate way of putting it."

"Baby, I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

"Why do you say that, darling?" His voice cuts to worry, disapproval apparent as he clicks his teeth.

"It's kicking my ass. Feels like the concepts just come easier to everyone else. The wave of knowledge is literally hitting everyone but me."

"That's normal, my love." He hums, continuing his soft ministrations on the back of your neck, your arms, keeping your hair at bay as you slowly eat. "The material will become clear in due time."

"What if it doesn't?"

"It will. You're just being hard on yourself." He remarks, as his middle finger slides up and down your nape.

"It will come. You're diligent, and hard working. I've seen you make it happen. But with that also comes rest." His tone becomes a tad more serious, but there is nothing but love intended behind his words. "You don't need to struggle on your own."

"I feel like I need to, though."

His brow furrows. "That's a foolish thing to put yourself through. There's no award for struggling the hardest."

"Well my brain says I gotta." You state blandly as you take another bite, eyes fixated in a robotic stare at the television.

Kento leans back at your rebellion, still not satisfied with your tone. "That so? Well, I won't let you."

"Really?" You turn to him, keeping your face straight as you take another bite, a dot of mayo on your nose.

"Yes." He answers, solidifying his point as he dabs the mayo with a napkin.

"Controlling mister."

"A caring mister. More for yourself than my own." He corrects as he folds up the dirty napkin. "I only interfere when it's becoming clear you're doing damage to yourself."

The irony of it all is a little too uncanny. Perhaps now Kento knew how you felt almost every single day with his own self-sacrificial tendencies.

"You know, You need to take your own advice." You tease, burden a little more light with more sandwich in you. "Usually it's me telling you to rest."

He huffs a short puff of air from his nose, a sigh in surrender as he knows you're right, but pulling you closer all the same.

"You're right. But, this isn't about me. We're focused on you right now."

"Hmm. It's why you fell in love with me, isn't it?"

"Haha, a reason among thousands, darling." His voice and his expression seems to glisten as the words leave his mouth.

"But yes, it is one of them." He muses, happy as you continue to take small bites of the sandwich, the savory taste combined with the coffee settling in your belly with the calming flash of the television, and the stalwart command in his presence slowly fulfilled you the longer you stayed side by side.

"You still should've fell in love with a genius instead."

He looks over and glares at you, eyebrow curling with his displeasure at your remark.

"That's uncalled for."

"Why? Then you wouldn't need to baby me so much with my studies." You pout, leaning into his arm.

"It's not babying. It's called being a partner." He hums. "Stop that negative talk. You're wonderful and intelligent and I wish you knew that all the time."

He places your empty plate on the coffee table and holds you. As much as he disliked hearing your self-critiques, he knew underneath it was a silent plea for his affection. You knew better than to trouble yourself with begging for what he always gave you so easily just like oxygen. But in times like the present, sometimes you needed just a little bit more.

"Why are you so good to me, Ken?"

The innocence of the question begs the very faint semblance of a smile on his lips, and he relents his sterness a little with a sigh.

"Because that's my job. That's the duty of loving." His fingers brush at your collar, the warmth of his hand leaving the surface of the skin where he found it to be reduced to a cloud.

"To be strong where you feel you can't. To shoulder the burden when it gets to be too heavy. That's partnership." He reminds you, looking at you, praying his words sink in. "I'm not doing my part if I see you suffer."

"I'm tired, Ken."

"Then rest, darling." He replies simply, cradling your face. "I'm not going anywhere."

"But I need to study."

"You can." He hums, pad of his thumb flicking your bottom lip. "But you're trying to pour from an empty cup right now, my love. You need to rest."

"But-"

"No buts." He says firmly. "Just rest."

You close your eyes and relent under his insistence. He exhales, happy with the reunion of your head against his chest, fingers lingering in that familiar dance up and down your arm.

You cuddle there in silence, the calm of the afternoon washing over you with the incessant trickle of raindrops and the dialogue of the TV. The silence giving light to the tender dynamic of your relationship that always called him back to the beginning where it all started.

It was little things like the serenity of right now that affirmed that his decision to visit his mother and pick up her ring that now lived in the back of your closet was the best he had made in such a long time.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Can't sleep."

"Hm." He looks you over, heart tightening slightly at the anxiety still obvious in your disposition and how it remained despite the moments of silence, wishing he could dash it all at once. "Let's go to bed?"

"I'm too cozy to move."

He chokes out a laugh, taking note of your limbs wound tightly in your blanket burrito and how cute you are when you're in your snuggly element. "Well, then let's stay here."

"But I can't sleep."

"Just relax and close your eyes.""

"Ohhh, you don't say?"

"Don't be facetious, darling." Kento scolds. He rubs your shoulder, slow and methodical. "Should I start counting sheep?"

"Mmm...no, thank you. That's boring. Rather just keep talking to you..."

You trace over his scars, your favorite trail to blaze in its familiar pattern of a forest among the earth of his exterior.

"Having fun?" He raises a brow, that tenderness clawing at his firm heartstrings that always made it impossible to stay stern.

"I'm having a freakin blast."

"Good." He turns his attention back to the TV for a long while, not minding your ongoing exploration, doing his best not to succumb to sleep before you did, knowing you'd sneak back to your studies when you weren't allowed.

After a long while, he asks,

"Sleepy yet?"

"Not really..." You yawn. "I should really study."

"You should really sleep." He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours.

"But I cannnnn't." You pout and Kento's heartbeat does that subtle throb in his chest when you were being unintentionally adorable.

He tsks again and takes one of your hands in his, fingertips tracing over the embedded lines of your open palm, tickling your knuckles as he gets an idea.

"Very well. How about a pop quiz?"

He runs his pinky from the top of your hand to the bottom.

"What is the name of the vein that runs along here?" He asks, allowing it to linger in a circle as he awaits your answer.

You yawn again,"That's easy. The cephalic vein, part of the dorsal venous network."

"Mhmm. And what about here?" He pauses at your wrist, pad of his index finger paused over the vitality that thrummed in the vein underneath.

"That's the radial...." You answer, your tone a little more heavy this time. Kento smiles to himself as sleep begins to slowly tug at you.

"Mhmm..and this...?" His finger trails to the crook of your forearm.

"Um..." You blink slowly. It's becoming more difficult to keep your eyes open, but you jerk your head, in denial about the gradual hold your fatigue was having on you. "It's uh...the uhm...median cubital."

"Good." Kento says more softly this time as your head hits the plane of his chest, not noticing the kiss he leaves in your hair as he tucks the blanket over your shoulder.

"And...this?" He whispers, stoking your cheek.

There is no answer from you this time, just pounding of raindrops on the roof, the cozy smell of coffee and his cologne along your cheek that made you melt deeper into him, not minding the background noise of the ads from the TV.

The sound of his heart thrummed in your eardrums like a metronome tethering your body to him on Earth while your mind slipped into the river of dreams under his loving watch and the tender, sleepy echo of his voice.

He holds you even tighter to him, assured in the curve of your spine, the flutter of your lashes as you enter the deepest realm of sleep, the way slumber rises in your chest and rolls off your shoulders.

You. Beautiful, alive, breathing, asleep, at peace.

He'd give his life to always see you this way.

"I love you."

Those three little words are uttered in adoring succession in kisses on your forehead. But, he can't escape the lull of the rainstorm lullaby either. His breaths quickly follow the snuggly pace yours set into the intimate melody of afternoon slumber, tangled up in you.

[we-ezer]

that one attic wife!percy au

Percy wakes up in a dark bedroom underneath silk sheets in a place he doesn't recognize. He goes to open the doors and instead they are opened towards him revealing Nico. Percy grabs him and says they need to escape wherever they are. He grabs him by the wrist and they make their way around the building, only Percy is starting to realize it looks a bit familiar.

Nico is clearly nervous and when they hear Hades voice speaking to Persephone in another room, Percy makes to listen, assuming Hades has kidnapped them both (or at least just him). Nico is trying to whisper to Percy to get him to stop and listen, but he won't. Persephone seems angry with Hades and mentions their "prisoner".

Percy steps out to confront Hades, Nico shadowing him. Hades tells Percy that if he wants answers as to why he's here he should ask Nico. Persephone gives her condolences to Percy and sweeps out of the room.

[jortenthusiasst]

Still feel very strongly abt the au of Neil having a half little brother out there.

Someone points out that he looks like an exy player and he looks him up. Holy shit, he does look like him. After some research and talking to his mother he comes to the possibility of them being related and reaches out. Que Neil not wanting to deal with that and Aaron losing his shit because holy hell what a hypocrite.

[chuuyascumsock]

Roommate! Dazai who frequently sleeps in your bed because it’s more comfortable than his futon and uses it as an excuse to cuddle close to you since your bed isn’t that big. Dazai who can’t help but stare at you as you make a pot of coffee in nothing but an oversized shirt and underwear because you’ve grown comfortable enough to walk around in almost nothing. And Dazai who ends up pressing you against the counter and falling to his knees to slip your underwear down and spread your cheeks with the palms of his hands to eat you out from behind and moans loudly into your slick pussy as he laps up everything you have to offer.

[dragqueenstarscream]

potential idea for a tfone starop fic bc i haven't seen much of those around:

i love the idea of a post tfone story where optimus and megatron are in a military stalemate, and things are looking ugly. optimus can't reason with megatron, but he also doesn't wanna launch an offensive which could lead to mass casualties, autobot or decepticon. he has no idea where to go from here.

cue a surprise visit from the last person optimus expected. as it turns out, starscream is still pissed that megatron humiliated him in front of the entire high guard, not to mention bearing the brunt of megatron's anger when things go sideways. starscream believes in the strength of one bot over another, and by that logic, there's really only one bot who's strong enough to put megatron in his place. (not to mention, orion forced d16 to spare him during the fight, and he hasn't forgotten that.)

optimus isn't sure what to think, but starscream gives him vital information, info optimus can use to launch a sabotage that could disrupt the decepticons with minimal casualties. optimus goes for it, and to his surprise, it works. starscream wasn't lying after all.

thus begins a slow burn as starscream and optimus continue to have their clandestine meetings, with starscream being optimus' newest double agent, and optimus trying to figure out what starscream's true motive is behind everything. of course, starscream tells optimus that he wants control of the high guard again, but optimus knows that there's another reason behind it. and starscream isn't about to tell him what it is anytime soon.

[chaiifluuf]

imagine dazai helping you dress up for a special occasion… his delicate fingers gently zipping up your dress from behind, brief kisses on your nape, him sitting on one knee and putting on your heels while you’re sat down, your eyes connecting with his several times when looking in the mirror and a soft smile appearing on his lips because you never fail to amaze him with your beauty <3

[animatedapostasy]

Saki is an underrated character and i feel like people don't Get what Yosuke's thing with her was.

Saki was one of the first people to be nice to Yosuke when he moved to Inaba, and importantly the first GIRL. Yosuke is obsessed with performing heterosexuality. he is thinking about girls 24/7 and not necessarily because he is attracted to them but that's what he thinks he should be thinking about as a guy (and to get away from his gay thoughts)

Saki is nice to him and that lights up his little brain into thinking that he has a chance at a girlfriend so he gets attached. his first girlfriend! if he has a girlfriend, there's no way Yosuke is gay!

now I don't think Yosuke ever fell in love with Saki. his behavior doesn't lead me to believe that. his Shadow taunts him that he only came snooping because he wanted something to do, not because of Saki. the game establishes that Shadows don't lie for the most part, so there's an element of truth, even if it is distorted.

my main point is that Saki did mean something special to him as one of the first people to show him kindness (even if it it was likely fake) but also she was the hope for a "normal relationship" with a girl for Yosuke. with Saki, a closeted Yosuke could have been straight. but that got torn away.

i feel like a lot of people ignore Saki because they think she's kinda inconvenient when talking about souyo but she's important to Yosuke's character!

[sp00kygh0sty]

Steve and Eddie who have a super rough breakup when Eddie gets signed to a record label and decides they're both going to move without telling Steve.

Steve who starts writing music about Eddie out of spite and eventually gets signed by an opposing record label and gets bigger than CC

Steve who writes songs such as

Happier than ever - Billie Eilish

Idontwannabeyouanymore - Billie Eilish

Delete Ya - Djo (obviously)

Good luck babe - Chappell Roan

Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

deja vu - Olivia Rodrigo (only after Eddie start dating a guy who looks suspiciously similar to Steve)

Good 4 u - Olivia Rodrigo

10 things I hate about you - Leah Kate

Taste - Sabrina Carpenter (also targeted at Eddie's new boyfriend

Moral of the story - Ashe

When I was your man - Bruno Mars

Ain't shit - Doja Cat

All I wanted - Paramore

Interlude : I'm not angry anymore - Paramore

50 ways to say goodbye - Train

Picture to burn - Taylor Swift

Fuck you - Ceelo Green

If he wanted to he would - Kylie Morgan

Die from a broken heart - Maddie & Tae

Gives you hell - All American Rejects

I miss the old you - Blackbear

Do re mi - Blackbear

None of my business - Cher Lloyd

R U crazy - Conor Maynard

Meant to be - bbno$

Ridin Solo - Jason Derulo

Unavoidable - Melina KB

I've had enough - Melina KB

Since U been gone - Kelly Clarkson

So what - p!nk

My happy ending - Avril Lavigne

Love sux - Avril Lavigne

F. U - Avril Lavigne

Free me - Anees

I love you so - The Walters

Fight or Flight - Conan Gray

The cut that always bleed - Conan Gray

Indifferent - Megan Moroney

Sleep on my side - Megan moroney

I'm not pretty - Megan Moroney

Day late & A buck short - Julia Cole

Best Worst Ex - Julia Cole, Alexandra Kay

I imagine he'd have 3 albums out of all the songs. The first one would be very raw, mostly the sadder music, the second would be anger, and the third would be moving on. If you'd like to keep reading how I think the songs would be broken up into albums, here we go.

Today’s a good day to say goodbye

Meant to be (First song)

Idontwannabeyouanymore 

Vampire

I love you so

The cut that always bleeds

Die from a broken heart

When I was your man

50 ways to say goodbye

Moral of the story (Last song)

 Happier than Ever (secret song)

So fucking done with you

My happy ending (First song)

Good Luck Babe

All I wanted was you

10 things I hate about you

Good 4 u

I miss the old u

De re mi

R U Crazy

Unavoidable

Love sux

F.U

 Fight or Flight

Day late & a buck short

I've had enough  (Last song)

Just your type (EP)

Deja Vu (first)

None of my business

Taste

I’m not pretty 

Fuck you (Last)

Delete Ya

Delete Ya (First song)

Ain’t shit

Gives you hell

Ridin solo

So what

Since U been gone

Interlude: I'm not angry anymore (Middle)

Picture to burn

If he wanted to he would

Indifferent

Sleep on my side

 Best Worst EX 

Free me (last song)

And if anyone would like I've made playlist for each one on spotify. I may or may not write a whole fic about this.

[tsukasalover]

doodles before i go to sleep

[bloodyfries]

TGCF x Epic au

This might be incoherent and not make any sense because I'm just trying to get this down. For now all I have right now is just Xie Lain and not any other tgcf cast but I'll deal with that later.

Sometime during the end of Xie Lian's 2nd banishment he ends up in the ocean. Originally the plan was just to help some fisherman in exchange for food but a storm hit (just his luck) and he got thrown overboard. Next thing he knows he's waking up on the shore of an unfamiliar land

Logically this makes no sense and considering the world building differences in gods and monsters (ghosts too ig) that tgcf and epic are two separate worlds that Xie Lian just so happens to cross over.

Now for convenience I'm just going to say that Telemachus finds him when returning from some diplomatic mission (not the one from hold them down, we're not that far). Now while I do want XL and Athena to meet, Athena hasn't met telemachus yet. So, Telemachus (somehow) recognizes that Xie Lian is some kind of swordsman (even though he stopped using a sword after what happened in Yong-An, just role with it) and asks Xie Lian if he will train him in exchange for a place to stay. Xie Lian reluctantly agrees because, well, it's been a while since he had a decent meal

Cut to a little bit later (little wolf), Telemachus can hold his own a bit better then in cannon but Athena still steps in and along with quick thought and the bit of training from xl, Telemachus holds his own for a lot longer... though of course some other suitors step in because why would they ever fight fair. So, in steps Xie Lian and they actually win the scuffle (we'll say it wasn't a big group of suitors).

I don't think XL has been there long enough to already get into a fight and I think he knows that if he does try and fight them that it will end pretty bloody

Athena talk to both Telemachus and XL, intrigued by this mysterious fighter who looks to be younger then the prince yet masterfully skilled. I think Athena and Xie Lian would 100% get along, feeling rather similar in the failed teacher aspect. I do also believe that they would exchange information about each others worlds and Athena would convince XL that he should pick up a sword again (I like swords and I like Xie Lian, sue me)

Somewhere down the line XL is able to convince some suitors to become guards instead. They're faith in Antinous bruised after seeing him get beat up by the prince and some random teenager. Perhaps XL even convinces them that Penelope won't ever love them.

Hold them down and Odysseus still happen except they're a lot less because one, Ody has allies and two, less suitors

You might be wondering how XL gets back to his own world. Well, after OdyPen is reunited and safe (no more naughty suitors), Xie Lian’s work is done, he's not exactly needed, which becomes the catalyst first his third ascension (Don't worry about the logistics of Xie Lian ascending to his worlds heaven while in another world.)

For now that's all I got, perhaps more things happen that cause other tgcf cast members to end up in Epic, perhaps the story just goes on as it is without anymore mention of it outside of how it affected xl (and hence affected cannon)

I totally love the idea of this greatly affecting cannon somehow bur it not even coming up until well into post cannon

Hua Cheng trying to get out of calligraphy practice (xl isn't letting him flirt his way out but he knows how much his husband loves talking about swords): The craftsmanship of Gege's sword is very unique, would he perhaps te me where it's from?

Xie Lian: Oh, a goddess from another world gifted it to me

Hua Cheng:

[whump-galaxy]

Thinking about a monster whumpee having to be shaved for one reason or another. Maybe to get an IV, maybe they’re covered in burrs/too matted to move, maybe the whumper is doing it just to be spiteful.

Maybe when the electric razor turns on, the buzzing sends them into a panic. They twist and turn themselves over, causing them to get tangled in whatever is restraining them.

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[shedscaper]

Ive scrolled through every fucking post in the genderbent sunny tag I'm going insane😭😭 denise reynolds save me oh my god