#i would be mad even if it was a ship i am comfortable with. do not get me wrong.

[ravenwind-75]

A Yule Ball Date

a hcu and Jolypso fic

word count: 2258

brain count: zero (4 am yay)

beta: none

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The Yule Ball was just around the corner, and this Yule Ball would be different from any that had been held in the history of Hogwarts.

As Jaimsen had said in his invitation, it would be for all the MCs! In her excitement, she hadn’t seen in smaller letters that their partners could consist of MCs and NPCs. She’d need a date.

“Ominis darling I’m sorry but you can’t come, it’s MCs only love.” 

“It’s alright sweetness, I don’t even care much for parties. Take care of yourself and make sure the punch isn’t spiked with alcohol as I won’t be there to help keep you under control, okay?” 

“Okay, I promise I’ll be careful,” she said, hurriedly kissing him on the cheek and waving her wand to pack up her belongings. She sped out the door, shouting, “I love you!” as he shook his head at her antics, a slight smile on his lips. He hoped she would have a good time. 

On the ship from America to England, Johanna went over her plans once again. 

Get a dress ✔️

Get jewelry✔️

RSVP ✔️

Send Ale an owl ✔️

Pray he says yes- to do

She brushed up on her limited French and Spanish and tried to learn some Italian but eventually gave up, hoping the magic of the united ancient magic users would act as a translator.

The gulls shrieked above her but there was no owl in sight. She tried not to worry. You didn’t need a date to attend, did you? Maybe Ale was just busy prepping to find a suit that matched her dress. The two were close friends, he wouldn’t let her down she was sure of it. Ale was a good guy, he’d show. If he didn’t she’d would never let him live it down. He wouldn’t risk her rage, would he? 

So she uttered a brief prayer to the heavens that her owl hadn’t crashed in the icy waters and left it at that before heading to her quarters to try to get some rest, though she was too excited. 

…

Calypso watched from one of Hogwarts parapets as the many carriages, thestrals, brooms, and many other different means of travel arrived one after another in the courtyard. She felt like she could leap out of her skin and had to restrain herself from jumping off the side of the castle in her excitement. So many beautiful witches would be showing up today, and gents as well, but her eyes were set on the jewels of the ball the most. Perhaps someone’s date would bail and she’d grab her chance to sweep someone off her feet.

Sebastian had likely hoped the same when he begged to come, promising to be on his best behavior but she turned him down. 

“No Sebastian’s allowed!” she’d adamantly told him but to her chagrin she saw many Sebastian’s entering, their date’s on their arm or the other way around. Talia Everlark had one, and so did Athena Knightly and Elsie Corvin, Jean had her Sebastian, Valeria, and Anais too! 

Not that she minded seeing Sebastian but six or more Sebastian’s in one place at the same time seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. If Garreth came she didn’t know what she’d do. 

The breath of fresh air was seeing Ominis, Leander, Anne Sallow, Imelda, Nerida, and Poppy. 

Among the crowds of multi-colored hair, she caught a glimpse of one of the beauties she was longing to see the most. With a little shriek, she turned and ran down the staircase as fast as she could. 

…

“What a dramatic ass that kid has! I’m really sorry Jo, I would drag him here but he’d probably still pout and ruin it for you.” Val fumed, green eyes sparking as she pulled her into a hug. 

All the girls in the overcrowded Ravenclaw common room had turned to comfort her when she got the owl from Ale that turned her down. Rather coldly too, so unlike him. 

“What a loser!” Ellie sighed, shaking her head only to be scolded in Italian by Tori who was trying to make her hair wave just right. “Starai fermo?!” 

Tori was so mad at Ale that she was now yelling in Italian at everything. Poppy was not there to comfort her because she’d insisted that Tori had to wait to see her until the ball. Another thing that made her anxious. 

“I’m sorry!” Ellie whined when Tori tugged too hard.

“Do you have anyone else to go with?” Alyn asked worriedly. “Otherwise I wouldn’t mind if you joined me and Ominis.” 

“I heard Leander came by himself,” Matty piped up. “Perhaps you can dance with him.” 

“Nah,” Cassie said, fixing the pearl necklace around Matty’s neck. “I heard Leander’s going to try to build up the courage to ask Sebastian eventually. Better not to distract him.”

Johanna sighed. It seemed hopeless. Everyone seemed to have a date except her. If she had only read the smaller print she would have had Ominis by her side to save her from this embarrassment. She could hear his gentle laughter now when she would tell him on her return. 

“What a cretin!” Aurelie remarked, “Turning down a fine lady like yourself. This Alejandro should be ashamed. Any gentleman would still escort a friend. A lame excuse, jealousy.” 

"Honestly, Jo, it's his loss. If I were a guy, I would jump at the chance to take you to the Yule Ball." Val sighed. “Heck, even not as a guy. But I have a date.” 

Johanna managed a small smile, but deep down, the feeling of disappointment still lingered.

Just then, Tori, still muttering in Italian, paused styling Ellie’s hair and turned her attention back to Johanna. "What if you just go and have fun anyway? It’s a party, remember? Dance with whoever you like! You don’t need a date to enjoy yourself." 

"Yeah, and you might even be able to snag a dance with one of those Sebastian doppelgangers," Ellie added with a teasing grin. 

The thought made Johanna chuckle despite herself. "Right, because what I need is to get swept off my feet by a whole row of Sebastian’s!" 

"I mean, it could be a twist in the night," Matty chimed, and everyone erupted in laughter. 

“Yeah, but they all have dates. It stinks being turned down and I don’t want to feel that again.”

“Turn down who?” Calypso asked breathlessly as she finally entered the room, panting from having gone up and down so many steps of stairs to get there. 

“Jo!” Cariad bemoaned. “If Avania and I didn’t have dates we definitely would have taken this Ale bastard's place.”

Avania nodded, crossing her arms in frustration. “If only there was someone else here that was dateless. Otherwise, I might have to make it so. Oops someone vanished, oh well.” 

…

Calypso’s moment had come. 

Who said a knight in shining armor had to save a damsel in distress? Why not a best friend who has a low-key crush on the sad, brown-eyed princess?

“I don’t have a date. Johanna, would you want to go with me, as friends of course?” 

Calypso tried not to seem too eager but when Jo’s eyes lit up, flicking up to hers and a resonant yes left her lips, she grabbed her hands and danced them around the room as the other’s cheered. 

The night was saved. 

Since Jo’s purple dress did not match Calypso’s light blue Aurelie was her hero, pulling out a backup gown. “One must always have a dress you don’t care about as much as the other for near the end of the night when the date may get a bit….you know. Someone’s dress always gets ruined one way or another. It’s not my style but you may like it.” 

Blue satin, and sparkling like starlight, it was almost perfect. Except it was a lower cut than she’d normally wear. “I don’t know Aura,” Johanna bit her lip. “I’ve never worn something like this before.” 

“Why not?” Calypso asked. “It’s not like Ominis would be able to look anyway.” 

Amberlyn and Johanna gasped in horror at the joke but Val and Ellie laughed. 

“It’s true,” Val said. “Plus most of us tonight will be girls and the boys better be keeping their eyes on their dates. You’ll be fine.” 

“Alright, I’ll wear it. Thank you, Aurelie.” 

Matty quickly got to work helping Calyspo with her curls and all the other girls took turns helping Johanna and Calyspo prepare, most of them already being dressed and ready. 

By the time the doors opened all of them were dressed to the nines, yet Calyso was sure she had the prettiest date. 

…

Johanna’s nerves soon calmed when she saw more of her friends. Phillip and Odysseus, Callum, Sylvan, Riz, and Mildred, Sylvia. Julia,  Cal, Freddie, Matty, the Hayoung brothers Alvin and Alex and Damien, and Jean. The hosts Jaimsen and Florence made sure to introduce her to Evelyn, Pola, Kanan and Anika, Illai and Athena, Caelstus, Breezy, and Megara. There was also Winona (secretly), Io, Astraea, Glenn, Michael, and Vanni.  It was good to see Isobel and Raven again as well. 

Cariad practically dragged her to meet Liam. 

It was so hard to keep track of everyone with new mc’s arriving every few minutes. She eventually gave up trying to greet everyone and just hung out with her close friends or her date. 

Calypso was a very enthusiastic dancer and the girls had so much to catch up on that they were practically inseparable the whole night, laughing at inside jokes, sneaking outside to look at the stars, sneaking food to the castle cats, and whirling around the dance floor after stuffing their faces with chocolate. It was honestly a surprise Calypso’s gorgeous white curls stayed so perfect for as long as they did and that Johanna didn’t start climbing the walls when she had too much sugar. 

Eventually, though Johanna’s social battery did start to wear out and the girls retreated to the deck where they watched the giant squid wave from the lake. A shooting star shot past, leaving a burning trail of silvery light behind it. 

“Look Cal! Did you make a wish?” She said, pointing into the diamond-filled sky. 

When she turned, she saw Calypso watching her with a soft adoring gaze, her green eyes reflecting the starlight like emeralds. Her freckles stood out in the cold air on her flushed face and Johanna was struck by how pretty she was. Oh no, was the punch spiked again? 

“It wasn’t why?” Calypso asked, puzzled. 

“No reason.” Johanna blushed. 

“I did make a wish though,” Calypso nodded towards the mistletoe growing above the door frame. “Just now it depends on whether you’ll help make it come true or not.” 

Johanna ran for the next door but with a flick of her wand, every single doorway had mistletoe growing above its opening. Johanna glared at her but couldn’t help a grin from peeking. 

“You’re a sly one. You should be made a Slytherin from that move alone.” 

“Maybe I should, I know you have a weakness for them,” Calypso said with a wink before scooping up the smaller girl, and dragging her under the mistletoe as she giggled and shrieked. 

“Cal! You know I’m straight!” Johanna squirmed. 

“I know, I know, and that’s okay,” Calypso sighed, setting her down while still keeping a light grip on Jo's waist. She tenderly brushed a wave of brown hair away from Johanna's face. “But you still make my heart flutter.” Johanna's cheeks flushed, and she looked away.

Calypso turned Johanna’s face back toward her, her green eyes sparkling with mischief once more. “And that won’t stop me from flirting with you.” With that, she swooped down, nearly catching Johanna's lips, but Johanna turned just in time, leaving Calypso's lips to brush against her cheek instead.

“Calypso!” Johanna gently chided. 

Calypso just shrugged, “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” 

The girls laughed together as Johanna reached up and tweaked Calypso’s nose before they were interrupted by the sound of a gentle cough behind them. 

It was Ominis and he was wearing a suit and holding a bouquet. Johanna’s eyes darted to the floor and saw that Alyn was still with her Ominis meaning…

“Love you didn’t read the small print. I am so sorry I couldn’t get here sooner but-”

“Hey, hey, hey! She’s already going to the ball with ME. Back off!” Calypso jabbed her finger in his face but he was unfazed. Johanna watched nervously.   Johanna took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Calypso, this isn’t necessary. I can dance with you both.” 

“How about neither?” Val said, swooping in to save the day. 

And the night went on that way, Jo being passed from one group to the other leaving the two very jealous would-be dates sulking in the corner. 

Johanna would make it up to Ominis and her friend later but for now, she would dance. She was not letting jealousy ruin her night. It was because of jealousy she had originally been turned down.  Plus she didn’t need a date to have a great time. 

“After all, I’m here to meet see all my  friends,, and celebrate, right?”

 “Exactly!” Alyn agreed, giving her a little nudge. “Just have fun, and make sure to snag all the free punch you can. But be careful which one. Adelia just got here with Garreth. Keep an eye out.” 

“Thanks for the warning.” 

The end…maybe

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tag list i can remember rn:

@rene-hl-trashcan @starry-slithers @savingsallow @ps-cactus @girl-named-matty @espressoristretto-patronum @cheyplaysgames @acslytherpuff @accio-bagel @theladyofshalott1989 @sallowslove @morelikeravenbore @rypnami @anomalyaly @sailorgoon13 @superconductivebean

oh and yes @leaping-toadstool-caps

Here’s Jo and @dwightschrute11 Calypso

And her amazing art 😭

Jo’s original dress plan

HOW TO ENTER (just in case my invite isn't clear enough)

step 1- reblog!

step 2- comment which your MC's name and partner! If they are attending with an NPC, they can bring one who has already been mentioned by another person, it doesn't have to be a new one! If they are attending with another user's MC, tag that user! If they are attending with an OC, please mention their name!

e.g. [MC name] will be attending with [npc name/oc name/ @.......]

step 3- create your outfit! this is completely up for interpretation, you can draw, mod, edit, anything you'd like to do! You're all so talented in this fandom, i know you'll be able to make something awesome! Enter this outfit either via a new post, using the tag and tagging me (@leaping-toadstool-caps), or reblog this one! Everyone will get some form of fanart in return, and my I will crown a the monarch and their partner at the end (deadline is the 30th of December, please note king and queen here are used as gender neutral terms!)

step 4- HAVE FUN! This is completely relaxed, there is no pressure to enter, and above all, have fun! Maybe your MC will make some new friends too!

(hcu taglist: @accio-bagel @theladyofshalott1989 @espressoristretto-patronum @acslytherpuff @ps-cactus @sallowstallgirl @girl-named-matty @savingsallow @ravenwind-75 )

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

Love going on youtube and the first thing i see is “fixing art” of a ship that I genuinely get uncomfortable over because THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT HOW OTHER PEOPLE FEEL.

its always “what if people with trauma see it 🥺🥺” THEN TAG YOUR STUFF AND MAYBE THINK TWICE ABOUT SHARING IT TO THE WORLD IF YOU THINK ITS HARMFUL

i am fine with people shipping things i am uncomfortable with, what I’m not comfortable with is being forced to see it bc they never tag or filter anything, they just call it “fixing art” and boom, thats the best you get.

[radio-fmm]

one piece men react to you screaming their full name

ft. Ace, Zoro, Sanji

SFW, mentions of alcohol and smoking, gn reader

Masterlist

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Ace

“PORTGAS D. ACE” your voice resonates through all the walls, rooms and every nook and cranny from the Moby Dick. The mentioned stood frozen at the dinner table fork still full of food, he knew better than to run away

“What did you do now?” Marco asked eyes wide open

“Nothing!… that I remember” Ace scratched the back of his head trying to make memory of his recent activities, searching for whatever may had upset you

Marco laughed in disbelief “You’re a dead man” he said before taking another sip of his drink

You entered the room, stomping your way to your clueless boyfriend “May I have a word with you?” The tone and the politeness of the sentence made Marco fear for his dear friend. Ace nodded before he stood up and followed behind smile beaming in hopes you’ll have some mercy. A chorus of teasing ‘UUUUH’s were heard as you exited the dining room.

“Have I told you how radiant you look today?” Ace leaned over to kiss your cheek but you ducked making him loose his balance

“Don’t start with me Portgas” a shiver ran down Ace’s back, both from fear and… something else.

“You did this” you held a pillow cover in front of his face “You burned my only bed sheets, and you’re getting me new ones even if you end up in debt with everyone on this ship”

Ace was attracted to you all the time, but there was something in the way you would always stand your ground and how gorgeous you looked right now that was knocking him out of his feet. He placed his hand in the one were you held the pillow cover and pulled you in for a hug

“Im sorry sweetheart I’d get you new ones on the next island, you can borrow mine for now” you rolled your eyes and sighed, he got you wrapped all around his finger and he knew it, you couldn’t be mad at him for long

“Of course I’m taking yours, you sleep at my bed every night anyways… but wash them first” Ace picked you up and pampered your face with kisses “You look so hot when you’re angry

Zoro

“RORONOA ZORO” you screamed while exiting to the deck where he was working out, all of the straw hats looked back at Zoro in fear, Sanji holding in a laugh

Few things made this man flinch but he couldn’t help but catch himself lose balance when he heard his full name exit your lips in such an angry tone followed by your big stumps getting louder as you got closer

Everyone wrapped up whatever they were doing and ran off to the kitchen, leaving Zoro to face his demise alone

“What now?” He played it off trying to sound as nonchalant as he could not even looking your direction

“How many times have I asked you to not leave your sake around my desk?” If looks could kill your boyfriend would be a dead man

“Where am I supposed to put it then?” He scoffed crossing his arms in front of his chest, he looked at you for a second and his heart clenched at the cute way your brows furrowed and your arms rested on your hips

“Oh! I don’t know maybe, just getting silly here, IN THE PANTRY WHERE IT BELONGS!” Zoros condecency was driving you insane making your tone scale

The swordsman noticed how you were getting tense and teardrops threaten to run down your cheeks, he sighed a little embarrassed he had made you this upset. He cupped your cheeks while he apologized in that soft tone he reserved just for you

“I’m sorry I forgot to put it away last night, it won’t happen again I promise” he drew comforting circles around your cheek as he whispered

“It got all over my notebooks” oh so that’s why you were so shaken up

“I’ll clean it up baby” your boyfriend kissed your forehead as he made his way to the kitchen for a towel, as he opened the door every crew member fell comically on top of each other, they were ears dropping as they do.

Before Zoro could complain, your sweet laugh was heard at the distance which made him smile a little “You should listen to her mosshead” Sanji muttered which made the swordsman’s smile drop and scream back at him

Sanji

“BLACK LEG SANJI” even though you were screaming at him, the cook couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the way you wouldn’t use his birth last name as you knew he despised it and what it stand for, instead raging while using his public name.

You stormed in the kitchen eyes fixed on him, even angry Sanji thought you were breathtaking

“Yes my world?” he beamed a smile at you which you didn’t know if it annoyed or charmed you

“What have I said about smoking indoors?” Sanji felt the air get stuck in his throat, his eyes drifted from yours in shame

“I uhm-“ he laughed nervously as you got closer and closer cornering him against the counter, both hands caging him while they rested on said counter

“You know damn well I hate when my clothes smell like cigarettes, now imagine how I feel when my whole room stinks” you grabbed Sanjis tie to move his face closer to yours without breaking eye contact, you knew exactly what to do to make him a nervous wreck

The blondes heart couldn’t help but skip several beats at the way you were acting right now, he felt bad about upsetting you but he could get used to this side of you

“My apologies love, you know I cant manage to go without a smoke and sometimes I don’t want to leave your side” he twitched when his gaze met yours as he tried to explain himself

“Well you better start to manage” with a torturous slow move you took the cigarette that hanged from your boyfriends lips and threw it on the floor before stepping on it to take it out “Or I’ll move out of the room” you smiled teasingly while exploring his handsome features, stopping at his lips.

The cook turned all shades of red and pink breathing heavily, squirming a “Yes ma’m” before you kissed him passionately and breaking it abruptly

You winked at him before leaving the poor poor man absolutely stunted and a hot mess

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

Hi! This is my first time doing this type of format so tell me what you think and feel free to request. English is not my first language so correct me if I made any mistakes.

[girlokwhatever]

i have an emily idea cooking … ok so they played together at louisville (maybe reader is a year or two younger than em) and dated. they broke up and emily left for the wnba. reader transferred to uconn bc louisville reminded her too much of emily. two years later reader is drafted and ends up on the mystics with emily 🙈

(guys i’m switching up the draft picks a little bit to fit the plot ok i know washington wasn’t second pick)

𖤓✎⋆·˚ ༘ *✧.*ੈ✩‧₊˚ end of beginning,,

part two

emily engstler x fem!ex!reader

“i am happy for you emily, truly i am.”

“then why are you breaking up with me? you don’t know that long distance won’t work.”

tears stream down both of your faces, a consequence of your decision to end things with emily. she committed to the draft that was only days away and was projected to rank very high. she was leaving louisville, which meant she was leaving you and the life you built together.

you weren’t mad at her at all. you really were happy for her and her accomplishments. it was going to break you to watch her leave and not come back, which is why you made the decision you did. selfishly, you needed to focus on your career. you needed to let her go so that the two of you could grow on your own.

“emily..”

“please don’t do this. we can try. i’ll try. please.”

you meant the world to emily, encouraged her to do great things and be a better person. she felt as if she owed the entire past year to you and your motivation that kept her going even through the darkest moments. you’d been a great comfort to her. there would be late nights when nothing else mattered but the feeling of you in her arms. she’d do anything for you.

she’d do anything for you.

“i can’t,”

your voice is barely above a whisper. you’re trying to hold back the sob threatening to spill over. sometimes the best choices were the hardest ones to make.

emily drags her hands down her face and peers over at you. you’re not looking at her anymore, head turned and eyes squeezed shut. she reaches out for you and cups her hand around the side of your face. when you lean into her touch she feels sick, finally letting the reality of having to let you go sink in.

“it’s okay. i get it, i know. i love you.”

she kisses your forehead as she stands, letting her hand drop back down to her side. you relish in the feeling before it’s gone because you know this will probably be the last time you feel it. that same feeling that still gives you butterflies.

“i love you too, em.”

that was two years ago.

you went to watch her get drafted, eyes teary and gleaming as you followed her figure walking to the stage after getting picked forth overall. you cheered and cried for her as if nothing had changed.

a few days after that you entered the transfer portal. everything reminded you too much of her. her name was still plastered on the cubby next to yours in the locker room, her scent still lingered in your sheets, her spot on the couch was left untouched, her absence in the home court was noted heavily.

you ended up signing with uconn. the last two years of your collegiate career were spent there, growing and expanding as not only a player but a person. the friends you made were phenomenal and helped you grieve with the ones you lost.

due to the extra work you were putting into your dream, you grew exponentially in popularity on social media along with your fellow teammate paige bueckers. you were close to everyone on the team, especially her. it led to people shipping the two of you much to your surprise.

you hadn’t dated anyone since emily.

but now it was your turn to be drafted. you committed to the draft alongside your two teammates nika and aaliyah. life was good. after two years of struggling and trying to find yourself, things were finally falling into place.

you’d gotten second overall pick in the first round. the washington mystics selected you and you were beyond grateful for the opportunity. you turned to give your coach a hug, noticing paige and azzi recording in the back with wide smiles on their faces.

it felt like a fever dream honestly. the rest of the night flew by, interviews and interactions seemingly only lasting seconds before you were pulled off to the next person. through the haze, you forgot what would be waiting for you once you arrived in washington.

or who.

emily watched the draft, nervous with anticipation to see where you’d end up. when she heard your name and washington mystics in the same sentence, her heart started pounding in her chest.

she never got over you. it made starting the league hard for her considering she lost her main pillar of love and support. her year with the indiana fever was full of intense moments and anger, always feeling like she wasn’t giving enough and kept having to prove herself.

the next year was even harder. she suffered a rough shoulder injury, leading to countless days of physical therapy and doctor visits. all without you.

to know that she’d see you again in only a short number of days was terrifying. you’d both be in training camp together which lasted weeks, spending day after day seeing each other. though it made her anxious, emily was also excited. she would get to see you again in all your glory, hopefully being able to smile and laugh together like you used to.

emily walked into the mystics gym, setting her bag down and standing to observe the room. there were a few people there already, you being one of them. her eyes immediately found you and your figure, so recognizable to emily.

you seemed to have this glowing aura around you. a smile was plastered on your face as you talked to ariel. you dribbled a basketball between your hands effortlessly, adjusting to the weight and getting used to your new surroundings. your eyes also wandered after you broke away from ariel, finding emily across the room.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss her. two years without her was a major struggle for you. sometimes, late at night, you wondered what it would’ve been like if you had never broken up with her. there were countless times when you regretted your choice. you never considered the fact that you could possibly be teammates again one day. certainly not so soon.

you wandered onto the court, leaving all your aimless thoughts behind. the rest of the trainees gathered with you and started a simple drill where you and a partner would take turns shooting and guarding one another.

by second nature you and emily found each other, shyly muttering a quick, “do you wanna be my partner?”

“yeah, i’d love to.” her heart was pounding at your words, imagining that maybe, just maybe, you missed her too. she smiled at your shyness, finding it ironic how your relationship had devolved.

emily was considerably taller than you, so shooting over her was not easy feat. at some moments you felt like she was letting you drain shots purposefully, even if she swore she wasn’t. you were even able to block a few of her shots, mostly when she kept her feet planted though.

after awhile and a few rotations, the coach offered a different drill. he split the group in two and let you scrimmage, you and emily somehow ending up on the same team.

it was giving you deja vu. anytime you’d get the ball emily was there either setting a screen or opening a path for you. it felt like she never left, like you never split, like you two were still the dynamic duo you were known to be at one point. like she was still your emily.

being here with her made you feel like your old self. the you from louisville, playing with the emily from louisville. in a time where you were both still in love and happy. another version of yourself was here, the best version of yourself.

after hours of sweating and nearly collapsing from being breathless, the day’s training was coming to an end. you drained one more three point shot, finally feeling satisfied with your performance. everyone cheered for you playfully as you collected your bag, quickly heading back to your car. you made it all the way to the parking lot before hearing a voice.

“you did really good today.”

you turned to see emily standing behind you, slightly disheveled and out of breath. she was smiling softly at you the same way she used to. it still made you flutter to this day, especially when you remember all the memories the two of you share.

“thank you, you too! your defense is still so good.”

“thank you,”

you both stood there in silence, not quite ready to break away. being around her offered you some sense of comfort in such an unfamiliar place.

“how’s paige?”

“paige? i mean, she’s good.”

“are you two, like.. together?”

“what- no. we’re just friends.”

emily nods, satisfied at the information. she’s slightly embarrassed for even asking, but she had to know. she had to know if you moved on with someone else.

“so then, is it okay if i take you out to dinner?”

“like, right now?”

“just tonight. you can shower and stuff of course.”

you don’t even have to think about your answer. you’d been wanting a moment like this for over a year. you missed her so much, too much. it was starting to affect you mentally. you’d wonder about her too often, having to fight some of the strongest urges to reach out to her and ask how she was doing.

“yeah, yeah. i’d really like that.”

she’s smiling, allowing it to reach her eyes as she waves you off. she felt like she was home again, even though she was still thousands of miles away. you were here, and that’s all she needed. any moment with you felt so right.

she took the time apart from you to grow as her own person, but now she was ready to grow again with you.

hopefully, you’d be ready too.

𖤓✎⋆·˚ ༘ *✧.*ੈ✩‧₊˚

guys hopefully the song makes sense for this fic

should i make a part two idk?!!?!

also i will spell check this tomorrow.

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COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN ONCE AGAIN!

I am opening up 5 official commission sposts and 5 spots in the queue, and you can either send me a message here on tumblr or by email at elena.piergiacomi@icloud.com .

You can find other examples of my art here;

I can be commissioned to draw art for fanfics, covers, OCs, all ships/fandoms, small animations, comic strips, tarot cards, icon/headers combo and so on!

It’s not just deancas. Hit me up with good omens, ofmd, heartstopper, the witcher, 911, ted lasso, your baldur’s gate OCs, star wars, whatever you want! I am a huge nerd and 90% chance is I know the characters already :)

It would be amazing if you could signal boost even if you’re not interested, every bit of sharing helps.

Full pricelist and rules under the cut :)

PRICE LIST

SKETCH FLAT COLOR

base price 45 $ 

+ each additional character 24 $

complex bg 24 $

SKETCH FULL COLOR

base price 50 $ 

+ each additional character 24 $

complex background 24 $

INKED 

base price 55 $

each additional character 27 $

complex background 27 $

FLAT COLOR LINEART 

base price 77 $

each additional character 38 $

complex background 38 $

FULL COLOR 

base price 110 $ 

each additional character 44 $

complex background 44 $

RULES

Want a commission? Write to me at elena.piergiacomi@icloud.com and describe what you would like me to draw!

-PRICE: the price is calculated on the hours of work I put on it, and it already includes ALL taxes. (45 % of the amount goes up in taxes, my dudes). It is based on the amount of characters, details and background you ask for. The more complicated it is, the more time it takes, the more it costs. Please explain in your email what you would like and your budget and we will come up with a suitable price for both of us! Animations and comic strips need to be discussed as their price depends on the style chosen. Don’t worry if your budget is not much: just let me know and we can surely squeeze a drawing in there :)

-WHAT I NEED: photo references and information on what you want, the more the better. They don’t have to be super accurate! You can send ten photos and say: “I want this dress with this character with this other background etc.” You don’t know what you want? no problem! we can chat and discuss it!

-WHAT I WILL DRAW: I am comfortable drawing nsfw, most kinks, and animals of all kind, real and fantasy alike. I also draw every ship, so don’t be shy in asking! I won’t draw underage nsfw, non-con or dub-con, domestic violence etc. If you’re not sure, ask!

-WHAT FANDOMS? All of them. Just provide references and I’m good. Also, I’m a huge nerd, so there’s a 90% chance that I already know what you’re talking about. I draw OCs too!

-HOW TO PAY: via Bank transfer. After we agree on a price I will draw the sketch, and after the you have approved of the sketch I will send the invoice that you will need to pay. The invoice will contain all the info for the payment (it’s pretty easy to do online) and it’ll be in euros, and it will obviously be the amount we agreed on. I will then proceed with the rest of the drawing once I receive the payment.

-TIPS: If you wish to leave a tip, it’s greatly appreciated! However, the invoice has to match the exact amount of money I’ll be receiving, so if wanna tip you’ll have to tell me before I send the invoice! Again, a tip is not necessary nor will I be mad or offended if it’s not there. Sharing my art and signal boosting my commission masterpost or recommending me to others means a lot to me too and it’s a great way to help.

-HOW IT WILL WORK: I’ll send you the progress AT LEAST three times: the sketch, the lineart, and the base colors, so you can see them and ask me to change what you don’t like. Do not worry about offending me! The key to a good commission is communication! Also, I won’t be able to change stuff if you don’t tell me in time, so there’s that too ;)

-CAN I SHOW THE DRAWING TO THAT ACTOR? Sure, as long as it’s not nsfw! Please let me know if you do, I’m super curious to know what they said ;)

-DEADLINES: Please let me know if you have any deadlines you want respected. If you want it ready in less than 10 days there’s an extra 10$ fee. If you want it ready in less than 7 days there’s an extra 20$ fee. Also, if you ask for a deadline please try to reply to emails as promptly as you can manage.

-LIVESTREAMING: I might livestream the last phase of your commission (the coloring) on my Picarto.tv account, if the inspiration strikes and time is there. If you don´t want me to, please say so in advance, even tho I usually ask for permission before I do it.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Alone

ship: Theodore Nott x Hufflepuff!Reader type: angst/fluff word count: 2,6k words warnings: mentions of racist parents, awful parent child relationship, talk of war and Death Eaters summary: Y/N and Theo are childhood friends, when she receives a howler from her mother that breaks her, he is there for her. (I'll blame @azrielscrown for her amazing Theo stories and hence making me want to write about him, and also @moonlightazriel for the tiktok videos she sent me hahaha)

It is quiet. So very quiet. All of a sudden everyone stops talking. There aren’t even any hushed whispers. Nothing.

It is so quite that one could hear a needle drop. 

So quiet that even the mice in the smallest nooks and corners of the castle could hear your mother’s voice blaring out of the howler that has just unfolded itself in front of you. Its tongue poking out, the howler spats the exact same words your mother shouted into it in your family manor.

The words drip with venom. Disdain and disappointment lace every spoken syllable. 

Your blood runs cold, your chin quivering, as you watch and listen in absolute shock. Your whole body has gone rigid, you don't even dare turn to glance around, not wanting to see the either mocking or pitiful looks of your school mates. 

How would she know? How does she know? And why is she so mad? 

It was just a school project, not your decision to spend time with him. You had to spend time with Harry Potter — it was for a Potions project, preparing a recipe, trying it out and then presenting it in class. It was project where you were assigned partners. A project where you were forced to spend time together. And even if you don't hate Harry, you would not have chosen to do the project. But you had no choice.

'The shame you brought upon this family by being sorted into Hufflepuff.'

There is a pause, and it is so long, so dreadful, so painful, and you just hope the letter won’t continue talking. Maybe it is over and the letter will just rip itself into shreds — the same shreds your heart has been ripped into when the letter started howling.

Or maybe a hole in the ground will open, and swallow you wholly? A ghost will appear and take you with him? A giant will crash both you and the letter?

But your prayers are ignored. Of course they are…

'And now, now you are doing partner work with him? Spending your free afternoons with him? What comes next? Dating a Muggle? Marrying one?'

'Y/N Y/L/N, in this house I allow none of that!'

Your best friend slides her hand into your cold one, squeezing it tightly. She is the purest and kindest soul Hufflepuff house has ever seen and in this very moment you are more grateful to have her than ever before. She somehow grounds you, stops your body from shaking or convulsing fully. 

'I am deeply disappointed. So very much. What you do to this family, the shame you bring upon us.'

That’s how the letter ends. No well wishes, no goodbye, no I love you, no motherly love. Nothing.

You are shocked, sad, embarrassed — feeling too much. Too many emotions. Your heart can’t take them, can’t deal with them all at once and you know you have to leave, get away, escape. Cry. And be alone. 

You need to get out of the Great Hall. And that right now. 

You know your friends want to support you, comfort you, but sometimes you just need to be alone.

Your voice sounds choked, throat constricted, as you climb over the bench, the howler still in pieces on the table.

"I am sorry, I need to be alone now." You run, weaving your way through the pupils crowded in the Great Hall and the corridors outside. Tears start to burn behind your eyes, clouding your vision and your throat starts to burn. 

You run, run until your feet ache, slumping down on the ground, sliding down the ball. And then the damn breaks. Hot, burning tears rolling down your cheeks, as one ragged sob after the other leaves you. 

It hurts so much, growing up in a family like this. It is so painful. Your mother's words, laced with venom, still reverberate through your mind, loud and awful, filling every fibre of your being. A cool shiver makes its way down your spine, making you shiver. 

You draw in a deep inhale, your breathing shaky, lower lip quivering. Closing your eyes, you let your head rest against the wall, replaying every single word she said to you. 

The eerie silence of the corridor and your calm sobs are suddenly interrupted by the faint echo of footsteps nearing. You have no time to make guesses who it could be, finding you sitting behind a corner, back pressed against the wall to almost become invisible. 

"Are you…alright?"

It is strange seeing him like this. He is always so confident, so cocky, arrogant, silver-tongued. And not so…reserved, and at a loss for words. Your desperate state has probably shocked him, you think, trying to hold his gaze, but the tears are coming back again. 

"I am…fine," you croak, the lie in your voice louder than the Howler you received earlier. 

Theo breathes out a cold chuckle. "That was the worst lie I've ever heard, Y/N."

His voice is flat, his expression stoic. He just looks at you, his normally confident demeanour nowhere in sight. "And I thought you Hufflepuffs are those goody-two-shoes who never lie."

You watch how the corner of his mouth tips upwards, but only shortly. He quickly presses his lips in a thin line, something he has always done when thinking deeply. A crease appears on his forehead, eyes solely focused on you.

You have known Theo basically since the day you were born. He is two months older than you, both of you coming from noble pureblood families, your father's had once been good friends, are still probably, but you don't really know. When you were placed in Hufflepuff…things changed. 

Also the friendship with Theo changed. He got distanced, you did too. Being friends with him was somehow no longer possible, and still isn't. You are not rude towards each other, he also always stayed out when the Slytherins mocked you and your housemates, but he has also never sought you out to spend time with you…and neither did you.

You have been growing apart and this is alright — some friendships are not forever. Or at least that is what you always tell yourself. 

"I…I just had to get out."

He nods, slowly, and in understanding. "I always come here when I want to be alone."

"Yes, that is why I am here, I want to be alone." You hope he gets the memo…that you want to be alone. Fully alone.

Not deigning him another look, you bury your face in your hands again, knees pulled up to your chest. It is not in your nature to be rude to anyone, but…

"I know I should probably leave…" But he moves closer.

"I heard what the howler said and I don’t really want to—"

"Everyone heard what the Howler said." A humourless chuckle escapes you and you lift your head. Theo is already looking at you, his eyes, meeting your red and puffy ones. Pain flashes in his eyes, bright and stark and you feel yourself shiver.

He nods slowly, almost like he wants to tell you it is not the truth, hoping it will ease the pain and discomfort a little, but he says nothing. And that for a long moment. Until—

He closes the distance between the two of you, claiming the spot on the ground beside you. 

"I am sorry," he says, stretching out his long legs and leaning his head against the stone wall behind him. "I am so sorry for what she said and that everyone had to hear."

"It is not your fault, you don't have to apologise." You furrow your brows as you turn to look at him. 

His eyes are filled with concern. You can still feel the embarrassment, the way the entire hall had turned to watch as the red envelope exploded in a blaze of your mother's fury and rage. Everyone became witness to your misery…

You swallow hard, trying to push the memory aside, but it lingers like an illness that just won't get better. 

"Y/N," Theo says, his voice softer than what you are used to. "I can't believe she sent you this letter…"

"Howler," you correct him, wearing a forced smile.

The corner of his mouth curls up, and he casually runs a hand through his hair. "Indeed, a Howler, you smartass."

You chuckle, and playfully nudge him with your elbow. But then you shake your head, take a deep breath and shrug."You know how she is. Always expecting more, always disappointed in me."

Theo reaches out, his hand brushing gently against yours. He does not take your hand into his, just rests it next to yours on the ground, your pinkies touching. "You don't have to listen to her, Y/N. You're so much more than what she thinks of you."

You draw in a shaky breath, thankful about his presence.

Funny, you think. You would not have thought that exactly his presence would bring you so much comfort now. You had wanted to be alone just moments before, but talking to him feels somehow good. "Thank you," you say.

He smiles. "Of course." But he does not look away, keeps holding your gaze, his hand shifting the tiniest bit, his pinkie finger now placed on top of yours.

The dimly lit sconces cast eerie flickers of light upon the stone walls, and also on you two. His lashes look longer in this light, casting shadows across his cheeks, his eyes looking so much deeper. And soon you realise you are staring at him. 

It feels like he leans closer, but you could also be mistaken.. And yet, his presence wraps around you, like a gentle embrace or a warm winter coat. And, with his voice barely above a whisper, Theo says. "You deserve so much better than this."

Tears glisten in your eyes once more. His gaze is intense, filled with an emotion you have not really seen on him before. "Thank you for being here for me."

"I am your friend, of course I am." 

Your expression must have given you away.

He huffs, and lowers his chin to his chest. "Well, at least I hope we are still friends…"

For a long moment silence stretches out between you because first of all, you did not expect that statement and secondly, you don't know how to answer.

Are you really friends? Still?

You’ve doubted it in the past years, you’ve never talked to each other, unless you had to do so in class. You’ve never spent time together. This is not what you would call a friendship. 

"I don't know, are we?" you answer honestly, and a small smile appears on his face. "I can't blame you for not considering me your friend anymore…"

It is still strange seeing him like this. He has never been like this…so vulnerable somehow. 

"I know I should have been here for you so much more in these past years."

This is not at all what you expected, and it confuses you greatly. Is he blaming himself for not being here? You also did not reach out to him, you did not seek him out, and you are in different houses.

"There is no blame on you!" Your voice is stronger, firmer, wanting him to see that it is absolute bullshit that he is talking. "Why would you say something like this?"

He shrugs. "I am…" He does not continue, only draws in a deep inhale, and leans his head against the wall. His eyes close for a moment.

There has always been a connection between you, a connection that is still somehow there, even though you might no longer be friends. The kind of friends you once used to be.

You also lean back against the wall, your own eyes closing, his finger still touching yours. It is such a tiny gesture, but you feel it everywhere. Feel him so strongly. 

Theo breaks the silence, his voice quieter when he says. "Y/N, I want you to know...I've always cared about you more than just a friend."

Your heart skips a beat, and you open your eyes, turn your head and look up at him, your eyes meeting his gaze. "Theo..."

"I know it's complicated," he continues, his hand now flipping yours over and taking it into his. "I can't pretend anymore. And seriously, if Draco or Blaise would see me like that right now…stumbling over my own words, they would call me the biggest fool on this planet, but I need you to know…"

He groans almost like in frustration, and squeezes your hand. 

"In Salazar's name, why is this so fucking hard?" A chuckle escapes him, but you only look at him, not sure if you are ready for his confession. 

"I'm in love with you, Y/N. And I have been for the longest time."

Your breath catches in your throat, and a mixture of emotions swirls within you, a whirlwind starting for a whole new reason now. "Theo, I..." You hesitate, not sure what to say.

He smiles and shakes his head. "You don't have to say anything right now. I just needed you to know. And if you ever need someone to talk to, to be there for you, I'll always be here, I want you to know this."

This is a side of him, you think, only you know. And only you know since this very moment. He has never been like this before, he is not like that to others and it makes your chest warm from the inside. 

Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time they're not tears of sadness — they’re tears of happiness and comfort. Without thinking you throw your arms around Theo and hug him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Thank you, Theo. I... I really care about you too. I want you to know this."

He holds you close, his hand gently rubbing your back. "What happened today, and what is maybe about to come…we'll get through this together. You are not alone in this. I know you have your Hufflepuff friends, but you also have me."

He holds you tightly, and for as long as it takes the pain of the former happenings to ease. The weight of the howler and your mother's hurtful words begins to fade, replaced by the knowledge that you have someone who cares deeply for you by your side. His words and his confession were like balm to your soul, and they make you smile, even when you thought you wouldn't be smiling much this day. 

"I am really glad to have you back in my life."

He smiles, a genuine and adorable smile that makes your heart flutter. "I have always been in your life. Maybe we weren't that close, but our bond has always been there."

You nod, and draw in a deep inhale. "You are right."

When more pupils file into the corridors, you know lessons are probably soon about to start. You give his hand a final squeeze and slowly get up. "I'll see you later, Theo."

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take care, Y/N. I'll see you for lunch?"

You nod, a smile on your lips and his eyes momentarily dip to them.

With one last smile, you turn and head toward the Hufflepuff common room, your heart lighter. You know you can talk to him about the issues in your family, and he will listen, because he understands. Understands the pure blood nobility and problems.  And maybe, just maybe, there is also a chance for something more between the two of you in the future. He, after all, already confessed his love for you. 

[scarareg]

From 0 to 10, which grades would you give to PJO ships?

Hi anon! This is such a fun question! Thanks for sending it! I tried to choose the most popular ships because there are so many variations of them, but if you are curious about a specific one that I didn't mention, feel free to ask!

Percabeth (Percy x Annabeth)

3/10 I give it a 3 only because in PJO they are cute but in HOO they are full of red flags and I hate what Rick did with them. I feel like their goals for the future do not align at all, and it is as if they together because that is what they are used to and not because they are in love. It seems like Percy is always trying to accommodate to what Annabeth wants and I think in the long run that would make him miserable, and those feeling will make worst a relationship that is already fragile.

In the future he is going to resent her so bad, because we already see that he doesn't feel comfortable joking/talking about some topics because Annabeth gets mad, now add him feeling like he has to follow everything she says or do just to be "the perfect boyfriend". It is a recipe for disaster

AnnieLuke (Annabeth x Luke)

1/10 this one is complicated. The thing is that I understand the appeal of a childhood besfrieds to lovers, I love those, BUT Luke never saw Annabeth as anything but a little sister. That + the fact that their relationship became toxic, it just make me uncomfortable. Sorry Annie, but this one is not the one, at least in my opinion (and in Luke's lmao)

Perluke (Percy x Luke)

4/10 I see you fans of friends to enemies to lovers or friends to lovers to enemies, I get it, but to me this one lacks that je ne sais quoi to make it appealing. But I can understand why some people like it. And I am part of the team "Percy had a crush on Luke yet he was the last to know"

Percico (Percy x Nico)

10/10 they are my OTP. I like how they complement each other. They have the history, the angst, the complexity. I like the dynamic of two characters who went through a lot, but deal with trauma in opposite ways.

They are ride or die for each other, but they keep that information a secret from each other, which makes their relationship really fun.

Most importantly Nico thinks Percy is cool AF and he adores him just the way he is. Percy is one of the few people who tried to get close to Nico and to understand him.

Their empathetic nature would make this relationship super sweet, tender and calm. For example, if one of them need to rest or are stressed out, they can go to the other and they will know if they need to talk or just want to nap.

Bonus points because their relationship with each other's parents would make their relationship even more interesting and fun!

Perachel (Percy x Rachel)

9/10 love this one! My second fave Percy ship! This is Percy's loss, to be honest. Their chemistry is super natural and they are always having fun! Rachel seems like a low-maintenance partner, so being with her must be pretty easy. She would not make drama if Percy can't be there with her for some time because he has to save the world or whatever. I think he can chill with her, and just like with Nico, Percy just being Percy is enough

Valgrace (Leo x Jason)

9/10 What I like about them is that both are insecure about themselves but always see the best in each other. Jason is Leo's hype man and Leo is always thinking about how impressive Jason is. Where Leo is chaotic, Jason is calm. Where Jason is anxious, Leo is chill. They just screams healthy couple

Jiper (Jason x Piper)

2/10 the problem here is how the relationship started. Both of them are really kind to each other, but their romance is based on a lie, which neither of them is to blame for, but it just feels wrong. To me, after knowing how their relationship started, Piper seems to like Jason enough to stay a couple, and Jason was too kind and just rolled with it, and that is not good reason to stay with someone in my opinion.

Liper (Leo x Piper)

9/10 shout out to @maygirlsposts to make me see the light with this one! Before, it never crossed my mind they could be a couple, but gosh! They are so cute together!

Piper and Leo genuinely have a connection, they share sense of humor, they have been through difficult stuff together and are empathetic towards the other's problems. They have a healthy balance between being chaotic when they are chilling, and having the ability to have honest conversations when necessary. They are overall wholesome AF!

Extra points for being the healthy version of Hephaestus x Aphrodite

Jasico (Jason x Nico)

10/10 this one is not my ship,only because I prefer them as besties, but I see the vision of their shippers; and I give them a 10 because they are probably the healthiest ship Nico has, to be honest.

Jason is always so patient with Nico, and sincere yet kind. Is great to see Nico feeling at ease with him. Jason has the stability Nico needs in a relationship.

Both bring the best of each other, and push the other to do and be the best they can be!

Jeyna (Jason x Reyna)

8/10 oh what could have been! The tragedy of the lost potential! They were too powerful together and Rick couldn't handle that.

They have history together and understand each other deeply. They are both strong mentally and physically, so they could be the standard of a demigod couple. They are both healthy people on their own, so their relationship would naturally be nice.

Their love story could have been so interesting, like: separated by war and the gods, reunited by fate!

To tell you a secret, I see them as Nico's unofficial parents/older siblings. Basically, they both adopted him separately, protect him, and genuinely care about him. They would have been one hell of parents lmao

Jercy (Jason x Percy)

6/10 this one is fun! Again it is not my ship, but I like their dynamic. They give "Two bros,chilling in the hot tub, five feet apart cause they’re not gay" energy

Frazel (Frank x Hazel)

9/10 this is the only canon ship I like! Frank is super sweet and Hazel is always so kind, both are just wholesome AF! Like two teddy bears! I like that they started out as friends and both were seen as the "weird kids", that makes me think their bond is just genuine!

Lazel (Leo x Hazel)

5/10 they are cute, I just prefer them as friends. And not gonna lie, the fact that Hazel's ex is Leo's grandpa makes them kinda weird to me as a couple.

As friends will give them a 8/10, they need more time to get closer, but they already are super fun!

Fraleo (Frank x Leo)

6/10 They are funny! Like wholesome-awkward meets wholesome-chaotic. They just make me laugh because of how cute they would be, completely adorable! Too pure for this world!

I like this, but personally I like my ships with more angst, so I prefer them as friends. But you guys, their shippers, you must be the cutest, most wholesome people out there!

Leo x Frank x Hazel

7/10 I see the vision, but as you can see, I like Leo being their bestie instead of in a romance. But I understand! What's better than a love triangle? An OT3!

Pipabeth (Piper x Annabeth)

8/10 I like them a lot! This is the ship I like for Annabeth. In general I think Annabeth seems more comfortable with women. It feels like Rick wrote her as a lesbian-who-doesn't-know-she-is-one, but did so whithout realizing. Her chemistry with Piper (and with Reyna) just comes naturally and she looks like she is having fun!

Piper's fun personality complements Annabeth's logical one. Piper is all feelings, Annabeth is all brains, love that!

Also, just imagine their mothers' reactions when they find out they are dating!

Pipercy (Piper x Percy)

5/10 this is fun! But it needs that something else to make it super appealing to me, you know. Both are crack heads so they would be hilarious and a menace together! I can see the appeal! For me, I just prefer them as besties, like "Prepare for trouble! And make it double!"

Solangelo (Nico x Will)

3/10 in canon, 10/10 in fanon

First of all, can we talk about how fucking ethereal their ship name is? The ship name gets an ∞/10!

Now, the ship. I will start saying that I LOVE ships that are opposites attracts, but sadly this ship is a bit like Percabeth, but better. Let me explain. The concept is there, but at the moment of writing their romance, Rick kinda sucks. Genuinely think fic writers do a better job writing them.

For starters I have a problem with Nico being outed by Cupid. And I do not like at all that he doesn't have time to process that trauma, neither his crush on Percy and the heartbreak that comes after his rejection. Will is shoehorned into the narrative because "Nico needs a boyfriend" and Will is the only character available. He was a glorified extra.

This takes me to that I feel Rick thinks a relationship will solve all of your problems. I firmly believe that Nico needed time alone to recover from all of his trauma, which is a lot. But Rick's solution for this kind of stuff is "get a partner!". (Leo and Piper also suffered of this)

Is like: "Did you live through World War II? Your mom died and you were immediately stuck in an hotel for maybe one or two months? When you finally got out, were you in another century? Your sister died one week later? Years passed and you lived on your own for a while and felt scared and isolated from everyone you knew? Did you fight another war? Went to Tartarus and came back and then get kidnapped? You almost died, again? Had to fight again? Don't worry, having a boyfriend will solve all your problems!"

And I HATE IT! This is not Will's fault, it's Rick's. So I feel bad for not loving Solangelo in canon, but I really think Nico needs time for himself, he will have time for boyfriends in the future after he gets in a better head space.

Conclusion Will and Nico deserve better writers.

Once again thanks Anon! Would love to know what you think about this!

[deaddovedecadence]

(Guess which fucker is suffering from his uterus again? ME! Bevcucase I am suffering you get to hear how I think each member of the batfam (sibs only cause im mad at bruce rn for something he did in another story)would deal with you aggressively swearing at the Universe)

*Transmasc Reader on their period headcanons*

Dick Grayson

“I am going to stab a motherfucker in the throat and sacrifice them to the sun god if means he’ll end my pain”

surprised af, looks at you like you’re crazy

mildy concerned that you’re muttering under your breath swearing vengeance at the universe for giving you a period (apparently the uterus thing is fine but the period thing isn’t?)

Eventually asks what’s wrong and when you tell him that everything hurts, he’s very much going ooh and calling up babs to ask for some help with managing your pain. Once that’s happened he takes you to his room because his mattress is heated and wraps himself around you for a nap

Jason Todd

“If one more person tests me I’m telling Damian that they pissed me off”

He’s surprised with the viciousness of your throat and then pissed when he realizes that you have his favorite hoodie

you have to give him all the puppy eyes in the world to convince him that you need it and it smells like him and that makes it safe.

He understands better then a lot of people because his working girls complain to him when they see him.

helps your make even more creative threats because it’s funny to watch the horror on dick’s face when he hears them.

Cassandra Cain

“I’m going to rip out my uterus and feed it to the ground”

Dies laughing to herself at the absolute violence you threaten yourself with too make the pain stop then scolds you for threatening to hurt yourself

you explain to her that you aren’t actually going to hurt yourself and that you’re just in pain and severely dysphoric.

To combat this, Cass calls you brother (well signs it aggressively) while she cuddles with you in Dick’s bed (it’s the best bed okay!)

Tim Drake

“I hate my everyone and everything”

Finds you crying, and swearing at your body in front of the mirror. Immediately goes into damage control mode, bundling you away from the mirror and calling bart, because Bart’’s also trans and ergo he might know how to help with your freak out.

Bart has to stop Tim from freaking out and very patiently explains to him that sometimes bouts of dysphoria happen and there is nothing that anyone can do about them. Tim ends up asking again if you want to start t and when you say no, he just sits with you on the ground while you come back to yourself

Duke Thomas

“Fuck these motherfucking cramps,”

As the only other trans person in the manor (though Duke is agender to your transmasc) you feel a special kind of bond with him. He makes you feel comfortable and safe when your skin is itchy and all you want to do is explode

Laughs at you swearing at your cramps, and offers you some aleve and a heat pad. The two of you watch an anime together and argue about ship wars. It’s great!

Damian Al-Ghul Wayne

“I am going to rip out the universe’s entrails and give them to damian as a gift”*

Thinks that it’s perfectly reasonable to be angry at your body for failing you.

Makes you spar to get all of the anger that lives inside of you out. It’s very funny to watch the two of you. scream in different languages as you attempt to beat dummies into a pulp

He of everyone understands that it’s hard to keep control of anger and keeps you start to notice when your hold on it is fraying

*(the line that inspired everything)

[the-fluff-piece]

heyyyy idk if your follower milestone event is still happening but can i get 1😭 Law?

Like Law doesn't think he's worthy enough. ANGST BUT FLUFFY

love your works!!

For you the event will be eternally running!

Sorry I am taking forever to finish these!

For the now closed follower milestone event.

Also check out my other stuff:

My Masterlist - Short and Multichapter stories

Headcanon Masterlist

I also didn't forget about the other request, so I will write that, too.

Broken

Law knows that he is not very sociable, that he's absolutely broken inside and has more emotional luggage than any other.

It never bothered him, though. He was comfortable keeping his distance: to his crew, the straw hats, everyone. Until he met you, and he felt like an empty loser unfit to make you happy Contains: negative self talk by Law, hurt/comfort, angst

Since Law and you became a couple, the devil powered, tattooed bad boy revealed so many facets to his character, you felt like he would forever stay a mystery. He was sometimes moody, sometimes, on rare occasions, he was giddy, he loved to tell you about his obscure interests. And sometimes, he just wanted to stay silent, not talking but insisting on staying near you.

And since you were visiting the strawhat crew on the Thousand Sunny, he was like a brooding child and almost a little bit hurtful in his isolation. He almost seemed mad.

You decided to let him have his alone time and enjoy your stay on the beautiful ship. They sure had a lot of commodities the submarine didn't have: a bar, a big bath, absolutely delicious food! You knew that a tasty treat was awaiting you as the handsome cook of the strawhats danced toward you, set a small masterpiece of a dessert in front of you and kneeled down to kiss your hand. You had to giggle - his small beard tickled your hand and his campy flirtiness did the rest. What a strange guy! He made a bit of smalltalk as you enjoyed the tea and dessert before he moved on to woo the women of his own crew.

You looked around for your boyfriend, who had decided to sit down in a dark corner and be grumpy. This amount of brooding was strange, even for him. You decided to finish your afternoon snack and sit down next to him to see if you could find out what was bothering him.

"Hey" You said softly as you sat down next to him in the lush grass. He didn't answer, instead, he lowered his gaze so that his hat obscured his face.

You got a bit closer and put your head on his shoulder, like you often did - he shrugged you off and moved away.

"Law?" You got a bit irrited at his behavior.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?" You asked, already thinking about possible reasons for his reaction to you.

Law

She looked lovely out there in the sun. The blonde cook courted her like the goddess she was - while Law could only sit in the shadows, watching like the creep he was. He looked down on his hands and read the letters on his fingers. Death. The only companion he ever really had. He looked at his inked hand and for the first time in his life, he regretted it.

The cook didn't have tattoos. His skin was light and smooth, his hair shone golden in the sun. He made her giggle and twirl her hair around her finger. She looked so cute, so full of light and life. Unlike him.

Death. That was all he could tell about and bring to others. No joy, no life. Sometimes he battled death, when he saved a patient. But he was still using his power primarily to hurt. He felt like a monster next to her kindness and softness.

He thought about everyone he lost - everyone he failed to save. His family. His town. Cora-san. He was afraid he would loser her, too. Would it hurt more if she left him for the blonde one? Or if one of his enemies sliced her open before his eyes? He made a lot of enemies.

Lost in thought, he didn't even register her approach until her beautiful voice graced his ears. Not now, he couldn't be who she deserved right now, could only be the surgeon of death, incapable of flirting or kindness. She got nearer, her scent and warmth, usually a ripping him out of his brooding, painfully reminded him of what he would lose if she realised who he really was - what he had done. How broken he was.

Her small head lay on his shoulder, he didn't deserve that, he moved away. He had to protect her from himself and the pain he reliably brought to those around him.

"Law?" She asked, irritated. "What's wrong? Did I do something?"

You're too perfect. You're too nice. Too everything. That is wrong.

"Just leave me" He told her, already feeling the deserved ache of loneliness in his heart. Now he did it, he basically told her to go. Unable to bear her presence any longer, he got up and left, sitting down just a few metres away from her on the bottom of the mast, looking away.

"Fine!" He heard her say and she stomped back into the sun, to the others.

You

Stupid Law. Whatever he was bitching about, you didn't need to punch it out of him. He should talk to you like an adult or leave it. Sanji already threatened to beat him up for making you sad, but you declined.

For the rest of the afternoon, you felt his presence like a sting in your neck. He didn't move, didn't talk. What a diva. But it wasn't your job to get him out of there if he didn't want to. Instead, you savored the time with the crazy members of the straw hats and ended up having a small feast on deck as sanji brought out a grill, Zoro got kegs of sake from storage and Brook began to fiddle a happy song. It seemed like they were always one step away from a small party.

Law stayed where he was. Until Luffy didn't allow that anymore.

"Tra-guy, you have to wear a party hat, too!" He screamed as he stretched his arm to fetch law - he got to grip him on his belt and almost pulled Law's pants down, it was absolutely hilarious. You had to laugh and were just glad that Law had changed his expression from brooding to annoyed - at least some kind of reaction.

"Leave me be!" He growled at the other captain.

"Yeah that's stupid" Zoro chimed in, holding a mug full of sake. "You should drink with me" He added and already held out the mug.

"Not in the mood!" Law snapped at the swordsman.

"Eat some cotton candy and you will feel better!" Chopper tried.

"I hate sweets!" Law bellowed, trying to walk away, but he was surrounded.

"Let's all sing together" Brook tried to soothe the irritated Law, resulting in the direct opposite, he looked like he would explode soon.

"No! I am leaving!" Law desperately said, looking for an opening.

"You've been a drag all day, you should be with your girl!" Nami berated him, quickly followed by Sanji who added: "You're not worthy to be with such a beautiful girl" which stopped him dead in his tracks.

"ROOM" Law screamed and summoned a blue orb from his hand, only to vanish to god knows where. You couldn't see his face clearly- but a tear fell down where he had stood a second before. You've never seen him cry, he was always in control. Always.

"The room was not so big, I bet he's somewhere downstairs" Robin calmly informed you and already pointed to the door on deck that lead down. "We'll wait here" She said as you already ran to the door to search for him.

You were listening closely as you moved down the hallway under deck. You could hear the continued party upstairs, muffled through the planks, until you heard sobbing. This was bad, you didn't know how to handle this. Cautiously, you opened the door to the room where you heard it. Between crates and barrels, Law cowered, small and miserable. He looked up with red eyes as he heard you.

"Go. Away." He told you, his breaking voice betraying his harsh tone.

"I don't think you should be alone now, Law." You put your finger over his trembling lip as he started to protest and he shut up, looking down.

"I know you're not used to this, but I am here now. Talk to me. What's bothering you?" you asked him as you sat down next to him, prompting a louder sob from him.

"The cook is right. I don't deserve you" He whispered.

"Sanji is just talking trash, what does he know about us?" You asked Law.

"He's seeing that we don't fit together" Law said in a weak voice. "I am just holding you back, I bring nothing but pain" he looked at his hands again. Those long, nimble fingers could do so much, you thought. They saved lives, they protected his friends and they lovingly touched you. You wished that he would see that, too.

"You may not see it, but you make me so happy, Law. I am so glad we met. You're so handsome, intelligent and funny" you told him as he avoided your gaze.

"And you're a little weirdo, and I love that, too" you planted a little kiss on his forehead, pushing his hat down in the process. It fell to the floor, unnoticed by Law.

"I can't cook, I am not a gentleman, I don't...party. I am just a...a monster" He concluded, sounding defeated.

"Who told you that?" You asked him.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, going through his hair nervously.

"You're not a monster! You're my wonderful Law. You saved a whole kingdom, your crew loves you, the strawhats love you. I love you" you told him, taking his hands into yours, "I know it's hard to grasp when you're not used to it, but you have friends, you have me" you desperately scrambled for words to express your feelings to him without sounding too melodramatic.

"Tss" he said and tried to pull his hands away, but you held on.

"It can be hard to accept that things have changed. You are not DeFlamingo's puppet anymore, you are Law, captain of your own ship" you realised that you didn't really get throught to him as his tears flowed freely now. You didn't want to let it come to this, but you were sure there was no other way to pull him out of this. It was a gamble, though.

"Just think, did Cora-san save you just you could sit around here and be miserable? While you have accomplished so much?" you told him and held your breath. Cora-san was sacred to Law, you knew that. You didn't want to bring him up, but you were pretty sure that he would really want Law to be as happy as possible.

Law's eyes widened and he began breathing faster. His eyes darted around as he seemed to think furiously.

Law

Cora-san! Law was furious that she would bring him up now - but he also couldn't help but replay his memories of their short time together in his head. And he couldn't say she was wrong. He dragged Law across the north blue to live, he desperately wanted that small, sick boy to live his life and not throw it away.

It hurt to admit it - but she was right. He couldn't see Cora-san's actions as grooming him for revenge. He wanted Law to be happy, to value the second life he was given. And the sacrifice it took to have it.

"Law?" her voice ripped him out of his memories once again. He was feeling dizzy, his brain foggy.

"I am sorry" he mumbled.

"Don't be. I can only imagine what you have been through, but I will be here for you for as long as you let me." She said.

She was so precious. He took her chin in his hand like he always did and gave her a soft kiss. She smiled. He felt his own mouth curl. Law promised himself that he would work to make Cora-san proud of him.

"Let's get back up" Law said. "But I won't wear a party hat." He stated.

Law was still grumpy, but he sat among the straw hats and took part. He looked at y/n as she enjoyed herself and kept an eye on him. He had an emotional bodyguard now. It was hard for him, in his current state, to be with people. But he had to start somewhere.

A plate with various barbecued foods was put in front of him, he looked up at the grumpy face of ship's cook that was exclusively reserved for men. What he said earlier still stung, because he was right.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you that you were not worthy of her." Sanji apologised grumpily, looking everywhere but at Law. "But I still think you should value her! And I will kick you if you make her cry on my watch! She is so cute and nice and her nose is so adorable-" Sanji got into one of his rants. Law didn't have time or nerves for that.

"I agree" Law interrupted the cooks blabbering.

"What?" Sanji asked, confused.

"I agree. She is the best thing to ever happen to me. If I treat her bad again, kick me." Law stated.

"I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILL" Sanji promised with a salute, standing at attention like a soldier.

Law immediately regretted that request, but he was pretty sure he would deserve every shoe that landed in his face if he began lashing out at her again.

So yeah, Law is seeing that he cannot keep pushing people away and he asked Sanji to check on that, because the cook has a magical "woman in distress" radar that will find any misstep by Law and will hold him accountable. I did that and I think it's cute!

I hope you liked it

[martialartslover7]

Unpopular opinion incoming: ...Why do NaruHina fans even like The Last?

Unironically, I really want to know why, because, I am a huge NaruHina shipper myself, and even still, this movie never fails to aggrevate me in the worst way possible, even now, not even getting angry or anything, but... I just feel empty. I feel nothing. Not even the kiss made it worth, and I am HUGE sucker for sappy romances from time to time. Hell, I am a romance author, as a hobby. But this movie, it legit felt like, I just wasted my freaking time. That's a far worse sensation than getting mad, because, I just got nothing smart to say about it.

So, let me get this straight, and I am pretty sure, I am speaking of behalf of anyone that even remotely supports these two as one: The series NEVER making Naruto acknowledge Hinata's confession, was just damned moronic, even from a writing standpoint, because, yeah, in Japanese, it can mean two different things when you say "I love you", I know that, it might just mean "I love you as a teammate", but honestly, considering that NaruHina, by this point, was always meant, even according to Kishimoto, in hindsight, not acknowledging this moment for years to come, until the movie had to speak up about it: You lost the plot. If it was always meant to happen, why did you write it in a way as if Naruto straight up ignored everything she said?

And listen, I know, Naruto is a really delayed mofo, but the movie tried to paint it as if, "Naruto is a dense idiot, who isn't in touch with his own feelings, so you have to put him in a Genjutsu to """see the depths of her feelings for him"""", but honestly, to me, this just felt like a really convenient excuse to just regress Naruto as a person, just so the ship can happen, essentially, "guilt-tripping" him into going, "Ohhh, Hinata always had feelings for me, I didn't notice, even though she risked her life". Again, again, again, none of the events would even bother me so much, if it weren't for the undeniable fact: Somehow, during Shippuden, they tried to make it seem "ambigious", by not addressing her confession, EVER. Like, almost as if, Sakura was meant to be "the final option, because of Kushina", but it was clearly bullshit, and the movie wasn't subtle on that front either. But then, WHY WASN'T IT BROUGHT UP? WHY DID NARUTO NOT SAY ANYTHING?

And before any of you stupid motherfuckers are going to accuse me of being a "closeted NaruSaku shipper", I am not. These two simply wouldn't have ever worked out in the long run, for one thing, because I am not a fan of this trope, of the girl always needing to use violence, on an already traumatized individual (not to mention, that being played for laughs, which also rubs me the wrong way, especially in regards to comic relief characters), and him just going with it, which, by the way, isn't very realistic at all, as to why Naruto never got cross with Sakura at one point or another (one can of worms, I want to talk about some other time), and secondly, c'mon now, look at these two. They are more siblings than anything. As if, two different halves and shades of Kushina live inside the two of them, individually.

Not to mention, why are you NaruHina fans so comfortable with pardoning bad writing, brushing it off as if it's "deeper than you think"? Because, I just can't see it any other way, both Naruto and Hinata were frankly OOC in this movie, considering, this is all supposed to take place after the war. I can forgive Naruto being an idiot, who is slow on the draw, but straight up going "he is just dense", is frankly retarded, considering, we are talking about the equivalent to ninja Jesus Christ with him here, who basically loves everyone like family (safe for the villains), but then comes Hinata, he confesses first, but somehow "he is dense"? Why do we even need a fucking Genjutsu for all this? Doesn't he remember a person he truly loved like her, of ALL people? So we are left with having to rely on made-up flashbacks, which never even happened in the original series (only in Shippuden, late-game), and a contrived plot device, that comes in the name of "Otsutsuki"?

On that note, I really do not like what this movie did with Hinata. Look, "Toneri was messing with her chakra", even if that were true, it doesn't change anything, because it's still an excuse to make her another damsel in distress for Naruto to save. I get it, Hinata is not like Naruto in that, she bears his battle attributes, but sheesh, man, are you really fine with regressing her back to the Genin, who can't even run down walls to save her life? This is a mess, I really cannot approve of this, Hinata is way stronger than that, and we all know it, this just isn't acceptable to me. I want my couple dynamic to be evenly distributed to feel absolutely comfortable.

And this is acceptable to you all? I call it, for what it is: Terrible writing. Stitched together with convenient excuses, just to have the ship happen somehow, in an artificial way, despite having criminal lack of shared screentime together, non-canon content excluded, by the way (I am sorry, I have to be consistent here).

With all this knowledge, the movie comes off as a truly cringeworthy attempt to try appeasing to us, who love these two together. The sappy music, the "larger-than-life" presentation, the overt reliance on spectacle, rather than substance, is just making this experience even worse for me.

Peace.

P.S.: This is just my silly, personal opinion, if you love this movie, more power to you. But to me, this is one of those pieces of media that genuinely make me feel miserable.

[diazsdimples]

What do u say about these supposed hard core fans that are shipping buck Tommy? They gonna make the writers keep that homophobe around 😰

I am entirely the wrong person to ask about this.

Firstly, I ship Bucktommy AND Buddie. And this is possible! You are allowed to see Buck be happy with a man for the first time (how fucking good!!) but also wish upon the nearest star that he ends up with Eddie in the end. I truly believe Buddie is endgame but at the moment, I am more delighted at the fact that Buck is happy, with a man, experiencing a positive queer relationship.

The reason I ship Bucktommy is because look! at! how! happy! this! boy! is!!! I will ship ANY person that makes my little blorbo as happy and blushy and giggly as Evan Buckley is when he's with Tommy Kinard. He is SMITTEN. Do I think they're endgame? Not at the moment, no. Would I be upset if they were? I'd mourn the fuck out of Buddie, but I would be glad that Buck is finally happy and comfortable in a relationship. His happiness is paramount.

For the reasons why Buck's bisexual arc is more important than a ship, please read this post. It talks about the importance of representation in current media, and my own experiences of coming to terms with my bisexuality just before this arc was aired. What we're seeing with Buck's story is revolutionary, really. We haven't seen this kind of thing happen in media much at all and it is so important to show.

For any issues regarding Tommy, please read this post by the lovely @slightlyobsessedwitheverything. They beautifully go through all his appearances and break them down for us and I would urge you to read it with an open mind.

Now, about Eddie. I am an Eddie girlie (gn) through and through. That is my babygirl and I adore him with every fibre of my being. I would love nothing more than to see him go through a queer arc. However, right now, Eddie is not in the place to do so. We saw from the last episode that he's an untapped reservoir of Catholic guilt, and it's gonna take a lot to work through that, before he can have any kind of realisation re: Buck. He's very much in his comphet days but is starting to take some steps towards undoing some of his old habits, like getting Marisol to move out when he realises they're moving too fast.

With this in mind, I think it would be too rushed and too early for Buddie to get together right now. Yeah they've had many seasons of being married and living out of one another's pockets but given the stages of life they are both in, I feel it wouldn't end as well as we'd like it to. Eddie isn't in the right place for it. Buck is exploring his sexuality. They need time to learn and grow and do some serious thinking and realising before they can even begin to contemplate a relationship together.

Regarding the "homophobe", I am assuming this is referring to Edy Ganem and not Lou Ferrigno Jr. I would like it noted for the record that I cannot stand Edy and therefore cannot stand Marisol. If Meddie were to be endgame, I'd fume. They have no chemistry. They do not suit one another. And I don't believe Edy should be given a platform to spread her hateful rhetoric, and I hope the last we see of her is 7x07. I'm a little mad it wasn't 7x05 but there we go.

However, Tommy and Buck's storyline and Eddie and Marisol's storyline are entirely separate. The only thing that links them are Buck and Eddie, and their friendship. I don't believe that Tommy's existence means Marisol is going to stick around and I find it a little odd that you do. Buck can and has had relationships that aren't Eddie. Eddie can and has had relationships that aren't Buck. Buck being in a relationship does not mean Eddie will also be in one. Tommy's existence does not confirm Marisol's continued existence.

My current best case scenario is Eddie being single by the end of 7x07 (please god), and Buck and Tommy continuing their relationship, so Buck has the opportunity to learn and experience same-sex relationships while Eddie has the time to deconstruct his true feelings, get therapy, work through 30+ years of repression, and then they'll be ready.

ALSO I DO NOT WANT BUCK TO CHEAT ON TOMMY WITH EDDIE. WE ARE NOT HERE FOR THAT.

Best case scenario, sometime towards the end of s7 or beginning of s8, Buck and Tommy decide that they both want different things out of life, have an amicable split that doesn't leave either of them hurt, Tommy sticks around as a recurring character because he's ingrained in the 118 again, Eddie's doing his therapy thing and then maybe mid s8 him and Buck can start coming to some realisations with a potential for Buddie moments towards the end of s8. Honestly anything else would seem too rushed.

The final point I'd like to make is that I find it extremely odd that you call people who ship Bucktommy "supposed hardcore fans". Shipping anything other than Buddie doesn't make you any less of a fan. Actually, I'd argue it shows a bit more commitment to the characters as you're willing to be open to them growing as humans and expanding on the personalities that we love. If Buddie is the only reason you watch the show, I feel you should re-evaluate your motivation. This show has so many great ships, such as Bathena, Henren and Madney, as well as Buddie and Bucktommy, and considering this is an ensemble show, we should show all of them as much love as the other. These characters are so intertwined with one another and that's what makes this show so worth watching. Watching for 2 characters and 2 characters only is not getting the full enjoyment out of it.

I hope this answered your questions and gave you something to reflect on. As I say, I'm not the right person to ask about this as I too ship Bucktommy, currently have 2 Bucktommy fics in my drafts and watch them kiss at least 10 times a day. And for future reference, I will be unfollowing/blocking people who throw tantrums about not getting Buddie so far, or who believe you can only ship Buddie and feel superior for doing so. Have a good rest of your day.

[runespoor7]

I mean obviously I’m am going to ask you about chengxian, for the ask meme

What made you ship it?

It was the most interesting relationship in the book. I'm a sucker for childhood friends with broken promises, for grief, for misunderstandings over loyalty and love, and for relationships whose resolution in canon is bittersweet.

It still took some time and effort before I started really shipping it. I was theoretically open to shipping it but I hadn't yet read fics that really sold me on it (this was in 2019, I think). Then as an experiment I put a WWX-inspired character in the setting I was GMing for the JC and JYL NPC stand-ins to have him to play off of. Turned out I did ship them.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

😬

*wide, helpless, expansive gesture*

It's never simple with them. It's always fraught. They love one another but they also resent one another. Hunting demonic cultivators is about WWX still maybe being alive. Maybe JC can bring himself to kill WWX this time, or maybe he can find a way to bring WWX back home and forgive him. WWX promises to be with JC but he ends up promising that he won't stay ("like my father served your father") but he didn't mean it with an end. the mess that is the fraughtness of WWX's liminal space when it comes to his social rank.

love hurts, what hurts is love.

the fact that the one 'leading' is WWX, not JC, going against the accepted social order. (tbh, if that wasn't the case, I probably wouldn't be into the ship.) it paints such a picture of WWX being so charismatic, and JC being so taken with him, that JC falls into being WWX's sidekick. no wonder YZY was awful about it.

JC keeping Chenqing like a mad dog and keeping Lotus Pier WWX-safe. I. god. JC rating WWX's attention >>>>>>>>>>>>> JC's self-respect every time, in every way. Amazing.

it's incredible to me how WWX asks JYL about love in a scene framed in a manner to make it subtextually point in the direction of LWJ (it's mdzs; the canon pair in mdzs is wgxn; there are no - explicit - love triangles in mdzs; and yet even WWX's original crush on LWJ is, uh. informed by JC and how WWX is with JC and the fact that LWJ is New and Not The Son of WWX's Benefactor. this is normal.), where it's apparent that WWX is scared of being in love because it changes how you act, it's a limit, it's a cage, you're limiting yourself for someone else - and then WWX does something for JC that is everything he was scared of.

and it does ruin him! it's terrible! so his romance with LWJ is everything his feelings for JC weren't. He's not the one doing the protecting. LWJ doesn't question him. There are no expectations of anything, no discussions of the future, no thoughts of society. LWJ is just such a comfort, just a good thing WWX gets because he wants it. Also LWJ isn't emotionally taxing af (this is a big one). (WWX kinda ends up YZY-ing himself at the end of the book but I'm not thinking about that.)

WWX's utter toxicity toward JC. not a iota of respect for either JC or JC's boundaries to be found, except when convenient for WWX.

they both really, really believe that WWX is better than JC in every way. it's very cool

look. i'm a simple person. arrogant genius jerk/grumpy dutiful tsundere otp.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I love the joke that chengxian isn't incest but both of them wish it were, but I think the only time one of them wished they were brothers was JC when he decided to sacrifice himself for WWX and he was lying in bed making morbid jokes. At least sacrificing yourself for your brother who is the better cultivator and can lead the sect would be simple. Forgivable. Good.

I also think they might grow to think of one another as brothers at some point post-canon, that's a sort of reconciliation that might happen, but to me it's key that during canon they don't know what they are to one another, they just know they're scarily, terrifyingly important, and there's no word for what they are to one another.

JC refused shixiong-shidi (in a shocking reversal of their normal dynamic, I think he forgot he did that and spent roughly two decades feeling insecure and weird that WWX doesn't call him shidi) and they can be nothing else, socially speaking. The love that dare not speak its name, if you would. And at that same time post-canon they could also decide that what they're to each other is that WWX used to be in love with JC, and maybe JC still is, and they're not brothers. Or maybe both! The point is, the definition of their relationship is uncharted waters and they never thought of each other as 'brothers' (much less called each other that).

2) WWX is incredibly bitter and resentful of giving his core to JC and that colors everything he thinks and says about JC afterwards, including after he's returned to life. Basically, he gave, and gave, and gave, and felt there was no gratitude, and he's unable to live the life he wanted, unable to reap the promises life made him, and JC isn't any more agreeable or tractable than before (less so, in fact!). It's not fair.

[utilitycaster]

actually taking the last bit out of the tags of that post because here is the thing. and I'm going to use specific examples, because I think it's illustrative.

the two groups of people in this fandom who have specifically harassed me have been, as I've said before, imo/dna fans mad I don't find the ship very good, and (to be fair, only on one occasion) shadowido/mauk fans who got mad that I said that tagging ao3 fic about throuples with individual pairs sucks. [hilariously the latter was not even about them at all, it was about me looking for imogen and fearne ship fic that wasn't witchy trio fic and finding it almost impossible to filter].

I do not like these people because they have engaged with harassment. It is not about identity; it is about actions. My closest friend, and the first non-family member I talked to on Wednesday morning, is a bi woman in an open marriage to a woman, with a longterm male partner. I was a bridesmaid in her wedding. The last time I visited her, in September, I was joined by other mutual friends, who are similarly in an open marriage with longterm partners and at least one relationship between two women.

I am entirely secure, in my personal life, that I am kind and accepting to queer women (of which I am one) and to poly people (of which I am not), and so I hope you can appreciate that if someone attempts to attack me on the internet on these grounds because I do not have the same exact opinions on pretend people kissing, my response isn't "oh my god I should go off and die because I'm a terrible person," it's "get a load of this moron making wild assumptions about my personal life based on a single data point in my preferences in fiction; I'm going to make them regret doing this to me, and hopefully anyone else, because this is genuinely a detrimental behavior in the fandom space." And also, you know what. If they were a homeless person on the street and asked for a dollar I would still give it to them if their attacks were merely verbal (yes, I know the idea of someone screaming "YOU'RE A LESBOPHOBE FOR HATING IMO/DNA can i have a dollar" outside the grocery store is rather comical, and I think that is how you need to consider statements like "um actually I won't help pro-shippers." Imagine that conversation happening in an irl activist group. Everyone would be like "uh...anyway, how do we fight back against this hostile bench architecture.")

I think right now it is vitally important to remember what actual bigotry looks like and what needs to be fought, and the reason I tapped the sign of this post last night is literally that I think you are wasting time and energy engaging with people who think bigotry is "criticizing the pretend guy Ashton Greymoore for concrete but pretend choices they made" when I also think most people criticizing Ashton would, if Ashton were real, still toss them change if they needed it, or are people who currently donate to or otherwise work with local programs that assist nb people, disabled people, or unhoused children.

I like to argue and I like to engage in fandom and I will continue doing that because it is a source of enjoyment and comfort for me, but I really urge everyone to ask yourself "am I arguing about genuinely different readings, or do I think that everyone who doesn't like my blorbo ship is a bad person" because if it's the latter, I think you need to nip that in the bud of online fandom before it grows into something darker and worse. A lot of irl hate and bigotry starts from a place of "everyone who doesn't agree with me and give me what I want all the time is wrong and evil" and perhaps I am too optimistic, but I think many people who say things like that in fandom just are caught up in the drama of it all and are capable of exercising empathy when they stop treating shipping or interpretation like a popularity contest that, if they lose, indicates that everyone around them is irredeemable. But I also think it can be the start of a really bad path.

[tikiki05]

Spider-Verse hot take

If you ship Gwen and Miles, more power to you, you do you as long as youre not hurting(harassing) anyone

But MAN, it is so disappointing for both the story as a whole and for Gwen’s character that she “falls in love” with the first guy she befriends after swearing off friends ://

If you feel otherwise, more power to you! And with all due respect I don’t wanna hear about it! I came to tumblr to indulge further into my special interest for comfort, not to debate my feelings + opinions on it. I’m here for an echo-chamber that I can vent my feelings about these movies into and meet like-minded people! If you’re not like minded, again, all the power to you! Please just scroll and have a nice day💞

With that disclaimer out of the way, under the keep reading is where I expand upon the previous take.

ITSV sets them up as friends and presents wonderful heartfelt themes about love for friends, family, and especially for father figures. And ATSV continues that! But then also adds in a forced romance? And I mean this so respectfully because I hate arguing with people, but if I see one more person call them a “well written slow burn” (they always call it specifically that) I am going to LOSE MY MIND

Gwen does Miles SO inexplicably dirty in ways that she absolutely did not/had the ability not to! Ignoring her position/pressure in the Spider-Society!

“The creators always say how the romance between them is the heart of the story!!”

Well sorry but I really feel like they did that poorly. Apparently in ITSV they had four hours on the bus to talk and get to know each other? Would have been cool if that was expanded upon even a little! Or shown slightly more than it was cause I truly had no idea!

“Spider-Verse is about fixing the past mistakes of Spider-Man movies!”

Okay, could they have done that without doing the romance so poorly? Again, I wanna really like Gwen as much as other people do and just feel normal but I cannot get over how instantly it feels she goes from “I don’t do friends, but maybe now I do because of Miles!” to “I am deeply in love with Miles and am willing to risk so many things to see him” from what we’re shown. We’re not shown enough! And it makes me so mad! We deserve better!

If Gwen had fallen for a girl, I could forgive all of that because same lol, but nah, they can’t do that 🫠🫠

[zorosleftmantit101]

A moth to a flame N||SFW

Kids x Gn reader (female body descirbed in n|sfw)

Word count: 3,339

A/N: I live, laugh, love Kidd.

C/W: UNEDITED, Explicit N|SFW content, angst to fluff to smut, jelousy, Kidd being a dick, bondage, praise, idfk, my massive cock and balls.

He didn't come to bed.

Over the past few weeks, he rarely ever did.

It was hard because you loved Kidd a lot, but he was busy.

Always.

Fucking.

Busy.

The first night it happened, you thought nothing of it.

Rolling over in your shared bed, you looked out the window. It had to be around midnight. The moon beamed into your eyes as the stars laughed at your misery. You watched the waves crash into the port the ship had docked at. The lights from the town were still lively despite it being so late at night. Feeling the waves rock the boat in a comforting motion should have made you feel better, but it didn't. It made you feel worse. How you missed the nights you and Kidd would bundle under the blankets as his thumb would trace circles on your back, 'Oh for fuck sake,' you thought, rolling out of the sheets and marching through the Victoria punk. Marching to Kidd's workshop, his second home yet his first fucking priority.

Your pace slowed as you reached the workshop door, 'What am I doing,' you thought, hand halted from pushing the door open 'I should just go back to bed.' The thought of returning to the cold, lonely sheets made an uneasy feeling claw at your chest. 'I'm just being annoying he's a grown man he can do what he wants' You forced a swallow as you felt your head spin. 'Why am I like this-?'

*BANG* the door swung open, leaving you defenceless, standing there like an idiot in front of your captain and boyfriend. "Y/N?" a startled look washed over Kidd's face. "The hell are ya doing up this late hmm?" he peered down at you, his shock melting into a grin at seeing his (g/b)friend. "couldn't sleep," you mumbled, hands tugging at the edge of your shirt absentmindedly.

Bending over to look into your eyes, you shielded your face with your hands. "what's wrong short stack" he smiled, standing up to his full height. "you got something to tell me, or do you wanna keep standing here till sunrise."

You shook your head, playing with your fingers, "I just missed you is all," you whispered, refusing to look at Kid, too scared you were going to be met with disgust.

A laugh erupted from Kidd's throat as you felt two strong arms pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. "KIDD," you squealed as he spun you around with him walking into his workshop and kicking the door closed behind him. "KIDD PUT ME DOWN," you laughed, punching his pack playfully.

Smacking your ass Kidd laughed along with you, even more now at your startled face "K-Kidd, you ass," you spluttered, bringing your hands to cover your embarrassment.

"Sorry baby could'nt resit, you got a nice ass."

"KIDD-HMPP"

Shutting you up with a kiss, Kid set you down on his workbench, rubbing your thigh as you Pulled him in deeper. Swiping his tongue along your lips a strangled moan left your mouth, taking the opportunity Kid slipped his tongue further down your throat biting and tugging at your lip like a feral animal.

"Mpphh Kidd," you mewled, pulling away to gasp for air.

"You think your gonna be ok to go to bed now?" Kidd asked, hand still rubbing on your thigh.

"Are you gonna come to bed too?" You kicked yourself at how desperate your voice sounded.

"Sorry Y/N, I'm gonna finish fiddling around with some projects, I'll come to bed soon, ok?"

"Ok," you replied kissing his cheek before going back to bed.

He didn't come to bed that night.

The next time you were mad

The stupid fucking stars again, they were laughing at you, at the way your heart clenched every time footsteps would come to the door only for them to walk past, no sign of Kidd since lunch.

Kicking the sheets off you, you marched towards his workshop not waiting to think about how you were acting.

pushing open the door there he was music blaring as he tinkered with wires.

"Kidd come to bed" you pleaded startling him.

"Jesus, fuck, you scared the shit out of me fucking knock." Kid growled screwing the nobs of the wires to the metal he was working on.

"Kidd, it's four in the morning you need to sleep." You were mad now, you shouldn't have to be your boyfriend's alarm to go to bed.

"yeah, yeah, ok I'm coming go up to bed I'll get cleaned up." he sighed reluctantly.

You huffed back to your room, finally going to be able to sleep with your boyfriend again, oh how you missed his presence.

He didn't come to bed that night.

The next time you were over it

it had been weeks of this.

Back and forth and back and forth.

This was the last time you would do this with him, the last time you would deal with his shit.

Marching towards his workshop you swung open the door looking Kidd dead in the eye, he was playing around with shit on his desk not even working on anything.

"Kidd" you barked shooting him a glare

"Lemme guess you want me to come to bed just piss off, I'm fucking busy," he growled, not even looking at you.

~crack~

your heart fucking shattered.

Were you so hard to be around that he would rather rot in his workshop than sleep in the same bed as you?

Spinning on your heel, you ran onto the deck, jumping down the ramp onto the port and making your way to the town. "Y/N WHERE ARE YOU GOING" you heard Killer yell, you ignored him too busy trying to keep the vile in your throat down.

'fuck I'm so stupid' you thought to yourself angry tears spilling down your cheeks 'I should have never said anything."

You miserably stormed your way across town towards the opposite coast pacing along the beach fury clawed at your insides.

"FUCK" you yelled, kicking sand into the water before plopping down, your knees pulled to your chest to cry.

"you alright?"

"THE FUCK" you jumped looking behind you to see a tall man with a strange hat and what looked to be a doctor's coat on, he looked super edgy and you were not in the mood.

"I don't have any money" you huff returning to your position

"I'm not going to rob you, just saw you looked upset and came to check" he replied nonchalantly.

pulling your head from your knees you looked up to the man tears still evident on your face.

"I'm ok, I guess, my captain is just being a prick"

at this, the man raised his eyebrow taking a seat beside you.

"if you wish you can rant to me about it," he asked

despite his voice sounding monotone and uninterested his words held warmth.

you turned to look at him completely, sticking out your hand.

"well first of all Hi, I'm Y/N thankyou for checking up on me."

the man smiled shaking your hand.

"I'm Law a plesure to meet you." he smirked, his voice still rather bland.

"well, Law, is the offer still up to confine in you my deepest, darkest and very boring stories?" you questioned looking away expecting him to say he was just joking about hearing your rant.

"Yeah, of course, rant away, I have nowhere to be"

and so you did

for the next hour, you ranted to Law pouring your heart out about Kid. You used the alias 'red' instead of his name because despite his cruelty you were still loyal to the safety of your captain and your shipmates.

Shit your shipmates, they were probably worried sick, or maybe they didn't care at all, wouldn't blame them, you wouldn't miss yourself either.

Law noticed you had started to zone off tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

"It sounds like you're putting in a lot of love and effort into someone who is not giving you the same effort back?." He concluded looking at your face morph into one that deep down you already knew.

Yawning you leaned against Law talking to him more about shit that didn't even pertain to just Kidd, just anything that pissed you off.

That seagull being too loud could go fuck itself

the Old man that gave you a weird look when you were crying, could go fuck himself.

The ocean that vaguely smelled of piss could go fuck itself.

Law gently caring you to his ship when you had fallen asleep on his shoulder could...

oh

Oh shit.

(Kids pov)

It had been an hour since he yelled at you, he assumed you were probably up in bed already. Maybe he shouldn't have yelled, but he was working on something and besides he always came to bed in the end did he not- wait... when was the last time he came to bed. Pondering it over he bit his lip. 'ah shit should probably apologise' Standing up from his desk he made his way to your shared room to see the bed empty. 'maybe she went for a walk I'll just wait for her' he didn't last long before falling asleep being woken up in the morning by the smells of Killers cooking. He rolled over to feel your side of the bed cold. Had you not come to bed, is this what you felt each morning he neglected your feelings 'Ahh double shit.'

(your pov, next morning)

Shooting out of bed, you looked around. 'A medical room?' you thought, scanning your surroundings for anything suspicious. You looked fine, just a large hoodie placed over you to keep you warm.

Standing up, you pulled the hoodie on to wear it rather than it just lying over you, it was very cozy.

Getting out of bed you opened the door to be met with a rather bland hallway. Looking to the left you saw Law walking towards you.

Now standing in front of you, Laws' eyes racked over you in his jumper 'Cute' he thought. Now Law was no idiot, he knew the dumbass you had been talking about was non-other than Eustass Kidd, and he knew you guys were in a relationship, he cursed the big red fuck for making a gorgeous, kind soul, such as yourself feel unloved.

"How did you sleep Y/N-ya" he looked at you with such kind eyes

"Good thank you umm where are we?" you asked rocking on the heels of your feet.

"Where on my ship I was going to let you sleep here and then escort you back to Kidd in the morning"

"oh yeah Kidd- wait KIDD, how did you know I was talking about Kidd?" eyes shooting open.

"I know him, I am Trafalgar D Law after all"

the colour drained from your face. "shit why didn't I put the pieces together, Kidds gonna fucking kill me."

Law took your hand into his, a grin on his face "Don't worry about it I'll talk to him tell him I found you asleep on the beach, techinically I did."

nodding your head, you let Law take you into town and back across to where the Victoria punk was.

The two of you decided to look at some stalls along the way. He pulled the two of you into a bookstore, where you saw Killer browsing the cooking section, exusing yourself you ran up to greet Killer.

"Mornin Killer," you chirped, looking the happiest he had seen you in a while.

"Oh shit, hey Y/N, how are you, your looking happy." he said, looking away from the books he was browsing.

"yep I feel happy too."

Turning to see Law was nowhere to be seen you shrugged it off, he wasn't meant to be hanging out with you or anything, though you still had his hoodie.

Finishing up in the bookstore with Killer, you and Killer walked out just in time to see Law finishing his convo with Kidd. Your stomach dropped.

Kidd looked to Killer, seeing you Kidd's eyes widened before a scowl formed on his face at the sight of you wearing the doctor's hoodie.

To anyone else, it looked like he was scowling directly at you.

You turned away, hurt that maybe he was still mad at you.

You felt like crying, biting your lip to suppress the urge and excusing yourself from Killer saying you left something in the bookstore. You watched Kidd's expression change to one of surprise as you left to go back into the bookstore.

(Outsides pov)

"Kidd the fuck are you glaring at them for," Killer asked, crossing his arms over his chest like an angry mum.

"I'm not fucking scowling AT them I'm pissed the doctor gave her his fucking hoodie." Kidd snarled, looking over to Law.

"I mearly gave it to them as a blanket, they were so cold sitting alone, all by themself at the beach." he argued.

"I didn't fucking tell them to go to the beach they, went their on her own accord," Kidd continued.

"Look Kidd, im going to be fucking harsh I had a really long chat with them after I found them on the verge of sobbing by theirself at a random fucking beach at night. Not only did they express a lot about their feelings they used alias for you and the entire crew and your stupid fucking ship, its obviouse they really fucking care about you Kidd and in their eyes your acting like you don't love, or at least not enough to put the effort in. So pull your god damn fucking thumb out of your ass go into that fucking book store and apologise." Law snapped.

Kidd's jaw dropped, he didn't even care that the dumb fuck doctor was disrespectful, but you thought he didn't love you. Kidd's heart tugged, his fist clenched and unclenched. "Killer, I need a minute to think could you please take Y/N back to the ship." and with that, he walked off.

It had been an hour, you had bid your goodbyes to Law. Killer had taken you back to the ship and now you were sitting on your and Kidds shared bed, by yourself, again. You heard knocks on the door, assuming it was Killer you mumbled a small 'come in.'

Your eyes widened as Kidd walked in, in his hand, he had a bouquet of flowers and a dejected look on his face.

"Y/N I-" "Kidd hi-" you both said at the same time.

"You go first," you whispered.

"I'm so sorry Y/N" Kidd walked forward holding out the bouquet, it was fucking gorgeous.

Taking them from him you placed them on the bed standing up to collapse into Kidd's arms.

"Fuck Kidd, I love you so much, you ass," you practically sobbed.

Kidd's arms tightened around you, pulling you further and further into his embrace.

"I love you Y/N, please never think I don't, I love you and I would wipe out the entire earth if it meant I could love you every day."

Pulling away, you leaned in to kiss his lips, jumping to wrap your legs around his waist as Kidd carried you to bed.

Gently placing you in the middle of the bed, he moved the flowers onto the bedside table before kneeling to hover over you.

"Kidd I love you," you whispered as his breath fanned across your lips.

"Shit Y/N, I can't belive I ever made you upset, I only ever wanna see that smile on your face," he uttered, leaning in to lock his lips with yours.

His hand came to trace up and down your thigh as you groaned into the kiss.

"Please Kidd, I need you," you mewled feeling his hard-on press against your thigh.

"Are you sure Y/N, we don't have to" You shut him up with another kiss moving your hand down to palm him through his pants. Kidd leaned back, spreading your legs to run a finger up your crotch area. Moving his knee in between your legs, he pushed down lightly, eliciting a pleasured sigh "Kidd please." gasping as he clicked his belt buckle, binding it around your wrists. "hold still baby gonna make you feel so good." he groaned pulling your bound wrists above your head and tieing them to the bedhead. Kidd kissed down your neck pulling your pants down, he brought his face down to kiss up your thigh towards your sweet cunt. "you know the safeword gorgeous just tell me if it's too much" he sighed as he pulled away your panties.

Licking a long stripe up your cunt he rubbed at your clit with his thumb. "Kidd, Kidd, Kidd fuuuuck" you chanted as he ate you out like a starved man. Adding two fingers in a scissoring motion while he continued to lick and suck, It didn't take long before you were cumming on his face. "shit Kidd I need you." you mewled, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"In a second baby, need to getcha all stretched out first, pussys so tight" The praise went right to your cunt, clenching around his now three fingers. Kid plunged himself knuckles deep as wet squelching sounds filled the room. Leaning down, Kidd groaned, ripping your shirt from your body. You gasped as the fabric tore from your chest as Kidd's tongue worked its way over your bare chest, fingers curling inside you. "KIDD CU-NGAH" An almost pornographic moan was ripped from your throat as you came desperately all over his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your pussy, watching you clench around nothing. Kidd pulled his dick from his pants, pumping a few times before lining it with your entrance. "I love you, Y/N, I want you to know that," he rasped, entering you slowly. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he bottomed out, waiting for you to adjust to his size, kissing away your tears.

When the painful stretch subsided, you nodded for Kidd to start moving as he rocked his hips, buckling deep into your pussy. "fuck your so fucking tight," he grunted, thrusting himself deeper while he rubbed at your clit. "gonna fuck you till you know how much I love you" he threw his head back as he thrust against your g spot. "Gonna fucking fill you up with my cum make that pussy mine." Your pussy clenched at the thought "I feel you fucking clenching you'd like that want me to fill your pussy up with my cum." he groaned.

"yes please Kidd, cum inside" you moaned your hands digging into your palm still tied to the bedpost by Kidd's belt.

Fucking you faster you felt him twitch inside of you. "Fuck, who does this pussy belong to" he growled slapping your thigh.

"Yours Kidd, my pussys all yours" you screamed cumming all over his cock.

after a few more thrusts Kidd came splurts of warm cum filling you up before he collapsed on top of you.

Sighing a breath of relief you played with Kidd's hair, his face happy on your chest. squealing as he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder.

"comon lets go get you cleaned up" he laughed walking into the bathroom and running the bath. He put you down on the counter while he filled up the tub grabbing you again to lower the both of you into the water. feeling the warm water engulf you as you leaned against Kidd made you sigh in pleasure. he used a washcloth to wipe in between your legs cleaning and drying the two of you off, before caring you to bed. pulling on a pair of sweatpants he tossed one of his singlets to your eyes watching as you pulled the shirt that was way too big for you over your gorgeous body.

Getting under the covers with him you lulled off into a peaceful sleep in Kidd's arms as he traced patterns on your back.

Taglist: @trafalgardnami @yxxrinniiee69 @gumgumslip @dancingnewcat @vellvetcakes @juliarenglish

[hannigramislife]

Beast TaniAku clears every other ship, and it's not even close.

This duo completely and utterly captivated me, everything about them lifts my heart to Heaven.

"Oh, he's the only one who makes me feel human," well, Tanizaki was the first person to show Akutagawa kindness and friendship. The first one to sympathize with Akutagawa's pain, truly the first one to bring out the humanity in him.

"Oh, he'd do crazy shit for me," Tanizaki has a non-combat ability and no real fighting skills, but he still pulled up at the Mafia Headquarters and took hostage an assassin, all to show Akutagawa that he "wasn't alone."

"Oh, he's just as insane as I am, he gets me," Tanizaki was the only one who consistently supported Akutagawa's desire to take revenge on Dazai. He told Akutagawa, over and over again, to forget his duty as an agency member and to show no mercy towards the one who hurt him.

"Oh, our abilities are so compatible," if you think Rashomon is dangerous, wait until you're not sure where the sharp limbs are attacking you from.

And their dynamic in the beginning??? Tanizaki being so shy and scared, Akutagawa being mad because he was rough with Naomi?? The questions and awkwardness, but then the easy friendship?? Tanizaki giving his stamp with no conditions?? Akutagawa promising he would be the first to know when he found Gin??

They're so cute and lovely and happy and iconic and I adore them so much, because their meeting wasn't something extraordinary or fated or tragic or loud– it was just two people who found comfort and strength in each other.