#if anyone tries to take this as me defending any of those people instead of me saying that humanity is not moral and neither are disorders

[redtail-lol]

I think ableists pathologize abuse and assholery, and treat "psychopaths" "sociopaths" and "narcissists" as Bad Person Disorders is to avoid confronting that they're equally capable of causing pain as the people they despise. If "being a bad person" is a condition you either have or don't have, they don't have to worry about making sure they don't end up causing pain to others because they don't have bad person disorder. Confronting the fact that cruelty and abuse is a human behavior and not a condition you either do or don't have is uncomfortable for them - especially because a lot of them have advocated actually abusing people with stigmatized disorders, and they would have to acknowledge they were cruel and abusive, not ""Super Empaths.""

Sorry not sorry but you have to acknowledge that bad people (yes, even the worst of the worst) are just as human as you are, they are the same category of human as you, and you are not pathologically less capable of doing what they do or did. We invented the social construct of morality so you could say you're a better person than them and you wouldn't do the things they do because you have better morality. Just say that instead of calling people narcissists or psychos or sociopaths (especially when you use psychopath and sociopath not as the super generalized insults they're used as now, but as if they were actually still-recognized pathological conditions).

So stop calling iilluminaughtii a narcissist. Stop calling SSSniperWolf a narcissist, even if she referred to herself as such, because she showed a clear lack of understanding of the actual disorder. But also, going further, stop calling Netanyahu a sociopath. You have to recognize that the shitty people, and the worst morally bankrupt monsters, are as human as you and you cannot just pathologize them without knowing a damn thing because it makes you uncomfortable.

[mallstars]

Speaking Up

After months of consideration, I’ve decided to speak up about a deeply distressing experience I had in the Drarry community. 

A little over half a year ago, I was abruptly banned from a community of Drarry writers after a vague statement accusing a member of harassment. I was never told specifically what I was accused of; nobody ever spoke to me or provided any explanation for their actions. When I tried to reach out, I was blocked. 

In a slow trickle of information provided by other people over the following weeks and months, I learned that I’d been blamed for anonymous hate comments left on a fellow writer’s AO3, based on “credible evidence”, which wasn’t shared. 

I want to be very clear: 

I did not leave these hate comments, nor would I ever leave hate comments to anyone. The person who received these comments, as well as everyone supporting their accusations, were people whose work I enjoyed privately and publicly. 

I have no idea what “evidence” anyone could have come up with to support the claim that I left those anonymous comments. Other than knowing that I'm innocent, I've also learned that you cannot determine the identity of a guest commenter on AO3. 

There’s something uniquely jarring and isolating about being falsely accused of having done something bad, without being told what it is and without being given the chance to defend myself, as well as this accusation coming from people I considered friends, in a community that prides itself on being kind and mature. 

Being branded a harasser by people I trusted has had a devastating effect on my experience in fandom, my fandom relationships, and on my mental health. It has made navigating fandom spaces challenging, and had a noticeable impact even on my real, everyday life. I’m still dealing with the fallout of what happened, half a year later. 

For months, I’ve been thinking about how to address this matter. Ultimately, I’ve decided against a more detailed recount of what happened and how it continues to affect me, as I don’t want to invite any further negativity, towards me or the people who targeted me. 

Instead, I want to be clear about who I am and how I engage with the Drarry community. I care deeply about my stories, as well as other creators and the fandom spaces we share. I’ve always strived to uplift others and to be a kind, authentic, and fun participant. As a passionate reader, I will continue doing what I enjoy: reading stories and being vocal in my support of the creators of this fandom. 

Creating and being an active part of the fandom space always went hand in hand for me, and this has been difficult for the majority of this year. As of now, I’m not sure I’ll keep writing in this community, but I’ll take every day as it comes. In the end, I'm a writer with all my heart, and if I end up wanting to stick around, I'll be happy for it. 

In speaking up about this now, I’m giving myself permission to move on. It has seemed imperative to me to understand not only the What of the situation but also the Why. However, in the end, none of my guesses hold much weight. I’ve not been able to find a sensible link between myself and the person I was made out to be. I’ve exhausted myself and my options, and am finally giving myself permission to stop trying to understand the motivations of those who accused me, and instead focus on the positive aspects of being part of this community. 

Finally, I want to say that I strongly believe in open communication. I wasn’t given the chance to respond to the accusations when it mattered the most. Still, I am, and always have been, genuinely happy to talk. To anyone who’s reading this and would like to chat, whether you know about this situation or not: My DMs are open. 

I'm so very grateful to the people who've listened to me, created new safe spaces for and with me, and cared while I did my best to navigate this situation. I'm grateful, too, to those friends who cracked jokes about this mess long before I was ready to. Thank you for being the brightest part of my fandom experience. Your friendship, as well as the incredible stories I’ve gotten to read in this fandom, will stay with me, and continue to shine brighter than anyone could diminish. 

[gucciwins]

Nice To Meet Ya

a/n: part two to not another rockstar I have an idea for what I want from them so I'm excited to work on this. if you have any requests for them please feel free to send them my way.

word count: 2358

warnings: smut (male receiving)

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Harry was in a trance for the entirety of Y/N’s set. He knew there were more people on stage part of her band, but he didn’t seem to process a single one. Harry could only focus on one thing, and that was Y/N. He wanted more time with her than the few minutes he got. Paul and Adam had tried talking to him during the show asking if he wanted another drink or what he thought but he brushed them off instead stepping away from the table and walking closer (as close as he can in a sold-out crowd) toward the stage. 

Y/N fell to her knees and threw her head back. Harry felt his pants tighten and hated himself at that moment for being a typical man. How could anyone blame him? When all he could picture were those pretty red lips leaving marks on his skin.

He really needs to talk to her again. 

When the lights go out and the awful dim lights come back on, Harry turns back to his friends who are talking to Ayo, who must have joined during the show. 

“What did you think, Harry? Any good?” Ayo asks, unaware of his endless thoughts of the lead singer. 

Everyone in the friend group knows Harry as the music nerd. Name an artist and he’ll name five songs. From oldies to rap, he’s open to it all. He even formed a band of his own in his youth but now produces music, something he found he’s better suited to. He’s surprised he hadn’t heard of “Cleopatra” before, the band carrying an original sound of rock and with Y/N’s vocals, he knew why the crowd was in the palm of her hand. 

“I’m a fan,” he admits. 

Paul pats him on his shoulder. “Pretty big by your reaction to the complete set.” 

Harry’s cheeks turn pink. There is no denying it when his two friends couldn’t get his attention for a single second in 45 minutes. 

“Well, can you blame me?” Harry tries to defend. 

The group laughs, and Paul gestures for everyone to follow him. Harry wonders if they’re leaving already but knows better than to ask and simply follows in pursuit. Ayo is now leading them through a familiar walkway. Harry feels his heartbeat accelerate. He’s stuck between wanting to run out and ready to push in front of everyone to see Y/N again. 

Ayo knocks on the door reading “Cleopatra”. A petite blonde opens the door. 

The blonde shrieks and pulls Ayo into a hug. She drags Ayo in, leading everyone to follow. Harry takes that moment to look around the large dressing room where there are clothes thrown on the floor, bags of makeup sit on the bathroom counter. He knows that it must be a mess to clean up. There are three girls (blonde included) but no sign of Y/N. Introductions are being made when Y/N walks out shaking a towel through her hair and is now dressed in an oversized crew neck and sweats. She looks beautiful. 

Harry tries his best to not stare at her, but it proves to be hard when she comes to stand in front of him with the rest of her bandmates. 

“Lastly, Y/N, these are a few of my friends.” Ayo introduces going by the order. Y/N greets everyone by repeating their names and when it’s his turn Y/N smirks, accepting Harry’s outstretched hand. 

“We’ve met, right Harry,” Y/N purrs. 

Harry gulps, loving the feel of her hand trailing down his hand. “Yes, we met earlier.” 

Y/N giggled, loving the effect she had on him. “Poor Harry seemed a bit lost.”

Ayo shakes her head. “He’s notorious for getting lost.” 

“Hey now,” Harry interrupts. 

Adam wags a finger at Harry. “Boy, we’ve had to stop the music at a bar once because no one could locate you.”

Harry pouts and spares a glance at Y/N, who looks amused with the information she’s being given. “And where was he?” Y/N inquires.

“In the toilets, holding a girl’s hair back.”

“Oh a gentleman,” the blonde says while giving Y/N a small nudge. 

Harry scratches his neck nervously. “Uh, the girl’s friend asked for my help while she rallied her friends.” 

He did not want to relive that memory. Harry was healing a broken heart back then when his friends dragged him to the bars. He didn’t want to drink, but before he knew it, he was throwing back tequila shot after tequila shot. Harry had been single since then. He’s always been a relationship guy.

Harry loved courting, taking people on dates. Paying for their meals or even opening the car door. He’d do every stereotypical romantic thing you’ve heard of until he’d fallen in love. It almost always led him to heartbreak, but he was a hopeless romantic. He’d never close his heart off to love. 

“Well, I think that was very sweet.” Y/N smiles at Harry. “What did you all think of the show?” 

Harry appreciates she took the attention off of him and decides to fall behind his friends while they mingle with Y/N bandmates whose name he does not remember yet. Adam is talking with Annabelle (red hair) and Jordan (pale with blue eyes). Harry is trying to remember everyone as he eases into conversation with them. He discovered that the blonde’s name was Estrella, who was born under a meteorite shower. Then there’s Y/N, whose name he’d never forget since learning. They had been playing a game of chase as he tries his best to talk with her, but she always manages to make it to the next group for conversation. 

The night is winding down and Harry is afraid to go home without getting Y/N’s number. He feels aware of everyone in the room and it’s what has stopped him from going and stealing her for a conversation. As he is thinking about saying his goodbye’s Y/N comes to stand next to him happily joining the conversation with Paul, he was just having. Y/N is the type of person he thinks twice about approaching. Harry is confident in an environment he’s comfortable in, say the studio or a bookshop, but here in the venue where clearly Y/N runs the show, he isn’t sure how to proceed. Harry’s too stuck in his head.

“I’m going to steal Harry for a bit, Paul. I heard he’s a talented musician.” Y/N tells his friend, surprising Harry.

“By all means. Pick his brain.” Paul pushes Harry forward. 

Y/N reaches for his hand, pausing for a moment to see if he’s alright with that. Harry gives her a nod, and it’s all the encouragement she needs. 

She leads them down winding hallways until they step into a private green room with a couch and two guitars. 

“I like to come here and play on my own before the show. Everyone knows not to bother me here,” Y/N tells him.

Harry feels honored, but also doesn’t know if she’s done this for others. “And why am I here?” 

Y/N turns to look at him. A teasing smile sits on her glossed lips. “Come on, Harry. Do I really need to say it?”

Harry frowns. What can Y/N be referring to?

Y/N rolls her eyes, but he takes no offense as she walks back over to him. “The chemistry between us,” she purrs. “We’ve got to do something about it.”

“Do you want to go on a date?” Harry asks confidently, thinking this is what she’s searching for. 

“Oh sweet boy,” Y/N walks in front of him. “I’m talking about taking care of this tension.” 

Harry feels his pants tighten. He wants her more than anything. A taste of how sweet she must be, but it seems Y/N will be in charge of whatever happens in this room. 

“What do you have in mind?” 

Y/N twirls a piece of her hair. “Would you let me suck you off?” 

Harry takes a deep breath. He’s never met someone as forward as Y/N. It’s clear she goes after what she wants. It doesn’t matter how she gets it. 

“Shouldn’t I be rewarding you?” 

Y/N laughs, pushing her hair back. “Who’s saying you’re not?”

Harry smiles at Y/N. He’s trying his best to get an understanding of her, but it’s clear she’s special. 

“Now, am I okay to get on my knees and suck your cock?” 

Harry has to choke back a moan. Y/N knows what she wants, and it’s Harry. 

“Yes, please,” he whispers. 

Pleased, Y/N gets down on her knees and unbuckles Harry’s belt. She’s quick to pull down his pants. Harry is hard, of course he is. Y/N is pleased, they’re a twinkle in her eyes as she looks up at him silently asking to remove this barrier. Harry gives her a nod. Y/N wastes no time in pulling down his briefs and is pleased to see his stiff cock.

Y/N’s face lights up with excitement. He’s much bigger than she expected. Y/N’s lips hovered over the tip, taking in the sheer size of his cock. Y/N felt herself get wet with desire and knew just how badly she needed this. She’d worry about taking care of herself later. 

Harry shivered as Y/N’s warm breath trickled against the tip of his cock as her lips brushed against the head. He kept his eyes down, watching as Y/N eagerly dragged her soft, warm lips against the tip of his cock. 

Y/N was lining his cock with kisses, getting lost in feeling him. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty,” he muttered. 

A soft moan left her lips in appreciation of his words. Harry watched on as Y/N took inch by inch into her mouth, coating his cock with her saliva. 

“Ohh fuck,” Harry groaned as he stared down at the woman of his dreams. Her head moved up and down his cock as she sucked, her mouth forming a large ‘o’ shape. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked deeply against his dick. “Fuck, Y/N. Yes, baby!” 

Y/N moaned against him as she pushed more of his cock down her throat. Her mouth watered as every inch of his cock pressed against her tongue. She bobbed back and forth, loving the taste of him in her mouth. Harry stared at Y/N in awe as she took every inch of him in her wet mouth. Y/N hungrily worked towards the base of his shaft. He let her keep going, and soon his cock hit the back of Y/N’s throat. She slowed a bit, gagging slightly, but it did not stop her from sucking. 

After a few moments, Y/N pulled her mouth away from the base. She took a deep breath but didn’t pull away; she licked up his shaft. “You have a nice cock.” Y/N told him in a breathless tone. 

Harry couldn’t believe this girl. “You’re an angel.” 

Y/N smirked, “I wouldn’t say that.” 

Y/N stroked him with her left hand. She loved how heavy he felt in her hand. Harry’s heaving breathing was a sign he was close. His stamina was impressive. Y/N had been with guys who’ve cum as soon as her lips touched their tip, but not Harry. She had to wonder what he was hiding under his shirt. She knew she was going to have some fun with him. 

She kept her eyes locked on Harry’s as she lowered her head once again to suck his cock. The dirty sounds filled the room, Harry’s moans bouncing off the walls and going straight to her wet core. A fire burned through Y/N as she felt Harry getting close. His groans rang louder. Her name fell off his lips, effortlessly edging her on. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He pants. “I’m going to come.” 

Harry says it as a warning for her to pull away, but Y/N is determined. She wants to swallow his come. She’s greedy for it. 

“Y/N!” He warns one last time. 

Y/N pulls away, her lips swollen and saliva dripping down her chin. “I want it down my throat, Harry.” 

She bobs her head and waits for him. She takes as much of him as she can and feels Harry tense. He sets one hand in her hair. Y/N gasps against him, not expecting the pain but enjoying. 

“Baby, Y/N I’m coming.” 

Y/N hums as she slowly pulls off his cock. She sits back against her heels. Y/N makes a show for him to see she swallowed every last drop. Harry leans against the wall for support. Y/N cleans around her mouth with her thumb. She sees it’s a small drop and instead of wiping it off; she licks her thumb clean. 

She flashes him a smile. Harry shakes his head, not believing what just happened. He’s not sure what to say. He wants to return the favor but Y/N’s phone rings. She takes a quick peek, and he knows it’s time to head back. Y/N helps him slip back on his briefs and pants. Harry offers her his hand to help her stand, and she accepts. 

“That was fun. I’ve got to go now.” Y/N leans in and presses a kiss on his cheek. “Bye now”

“Can I have your number?” He shouts as she’s walking away. Harry can’t let her slip away.

Y/N turns and gives him a wink. “Check your pocket.” 

He’s quick to put his hands in his jeans and in the front left pocket finds a piece of paper. It’s a ripped recipient and on the back in pink is a note with her phone number. 

Please don’t make me wait long for a call xx Y/N

Harry wondered if calling her when he got home would make him seem eager? Guess he’ll have to try to find out.

[the-princess-of-loki]

Satisfaction

Summary: Loki was your partner over a year ago. Since you ended your relationship a parade of lovers passed by and left Loki’s chambers. However, Loki put a spell on you a long time ago that forbids you to sleep with anybody but him. After more than a year without any release, you decide to look for him. After all, it’s just sex. What’s the worst that could happen?

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, graphic descriptions of smut, oral (both), a bit of BDSM if you squint, very explicit stuff, basically.

I groaned in frustration as I turned around in my bed for the millionth time. Again, I couldn’t sleep. Again, my body was betraying me, begging me to get out of bed, use the secret passage and go to Loki’s chambers at the end of the palace’s hall. I cursed mentally at the rune drawn on my left forearm: the culprit of my frustration. When Loki drew it all those years ago, I didn’t complain. After all, I didn’t want to -and still don’t- sleep with anyone else. But I didn’t know that I wouldn’t be able to satisfy myself. If I touched myself -more than once imagining they were Loki’s fingers instead of mine- that sweet moment of release would never come. Why? Well, it seems Loki wanted to be the only one to satisfy me. I bet he didn’t see our break-up coming…or many he did. One could never be sure with him. He’s the God of Mischief, after all.

The circumstances that led to our break-up were complex. Truth to be told, everything is complex when it comes to Loki. We were in Jotunheim; our son had been born two days before. Loki and I were talking about how much he liked testing and bending the limits to his benefit…and that was when he let out -purposefully or not, I still don’t know that- that he liked testing the boundaries in our relationship as well. I don’t know if my pregnancy hormones were still high on me at that moment or not, but I just asked him whether he wanted an “out”. At first, he denied it and told me he was happy just being with me. But he ended up admitting that he did feel trapped in our relationship sometimes. Thus, without further ado, the following morning I grabbed our son, summoned the Bifrost and came back to Asgard.

A year later, Loki came to Asgard -Gods know why. He told me he realised the mistake he had made by letting me go, that he had tried to find me in other people but couldn’t and that he loved me more than anything. He wanted me and our son back; he wanted our family. Of course, I’ve heard rumours about his very active sexual life when we were apart. And it pained me, but I couldn’t blame him. We were apart, he didn’t have any obligations towards me. It wasn’t his fault that I gave him an out of our relationship while loving him with all my being.

I grunted in the darkness of my chambers. It was so typical of me to defend Loki’s every action. I sighed, sitting up straight in my bed. Just the thought of his name made me wet and lustful for him. I could blame the rune for it, but deep inside, I knew better. I needed him. As simple and as complex as that. And I just couldn’t take it any longer.

I stood up and found my satin robe. My heart was thumping in my chest as I put it on and made my way towards the door. Every bone, instinct and rational part of me was screaming at me with a red sign of how bad this idea was. But my libido, in charge of my every movement at the moment, shut them all up. I didn’t want to think, I wanted to feel.

I took a deep breath when I reached the end of the long hall in Asgard’s Golden Palace. I lifted a trembling hand and knocked on Loki’s door before opening it ever so slightly to peep inside. Loki was half sitting half lying on his bed. His long and strong legs crossed at his ankles, his bare chest barely moving with his relaxed breathing, an old, leather-covered book in his big, strong, sexy hands. My breath got stuck in my throat when I saw him licking one of his very tempting, long fingers before turning the page. And I was undone, right there.

I entered his chambers, closing the door behind me before I walked towards his side of the huge bed we used to share. Loki left the book on his bedside table and then looked at me. I mean, he really looked at me. His green, shining eyes raked over my body wearing only the thin, satin robe. I felt my nipples hardening painfully with that look, and Loki did nothing to hide his growing arousal in his trousers.

“What can I do for you, princess?” He asked with a half-amused grin. He could probably feel my arousal dripping from my legs, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. I wanted him.

“Sex,” I answered simply as if it were the most normal thing in the world for me to ask that of him.

Before he could say anything to my blunt petition, I untied my robe and rolled it down me, standing completely naked next to him. Loki’s eyebrows shot up and he did nothing to hide how he stared at my naked body. I noticed how his member twitched on his trousers. I moved over to him and straddled him on the bed, gasping when I felt his hands grabbing my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I laid my bare chest on his, my nipples hardening even more at the contact of our skins. I let my lips caress his, our breaths mingling as I looked into his green eyes.

“Just tonight. No feelings, no strings. Just hot, meaningless sex,” I whispered my conditions to him, making sure I was serious enough despite my dripping desire.

Loki moved one of his hands from the side of my hip to the small of my waist and from there, the tips of his fingers left a trail of goosebumps on my spine until he grabbed a lock of my hair and played with it. A sly smirk spread on his tempting lips.

“Nothing we do together is ever ‘meaningless’, princess.”

“Loki, your stupid rune is driving me crazy. I haven’t had any release since the last time we had sex together. I’m so fucking horny…” I whimpered, ashamed.

“You didn’t let me finish, princess,” Loki continued smirking as he rolled us on his bed so he was on top of me. He caressed the side of my body, his green eyes full of lust and something else I chose to ignore. “Our feelings for each other are always present, even when we argue. But, if what you need from me is just physical tonight, I will be more than happy to provide,” He bit the side of my neck, licking the mark he surely left there, before moving his lips to my ear, his breath making me shiver. “After all, who better than me to give you the pleasure you so desperately crave?”

I couldn’t help the small moan/whimper that escaped me at his words. Loki smirked as his hand travelled down the side of my body slowly, almost lazily. At the same time, his expert lips travelled up my jaw to my chin until he finally kissed my lips. Our lips met in a desperate and urgent kiss. His hand on my body left a trail of hotness and goosebumps. His tongue coaxed my lips apart -not that I needed much coaxing anyway. As soon as I parted my lips, our tongues got entangled in a slow, sensual dance that had me begging for more.

While Loki devoured my mouth slowly and sensually, he squeezed my thigh and then moved his hand up until he was cupping one of my breasts. I moaned as his thumb teasingly rubbed my hard nipple, feeling a wave of desire travelling down to my core.

“Always so responsive to my touch, my sweet princess,” Loki whispered as his lips and tongue travelled down my jaw again to the side of my neck and my collarbone.

Loki looked up at me with a smirk and while his hand teased my right breast, his mouth and tongue encircled my left nipple. I moaned and arched my back involuntarily to his touch and mouth. Both his thumb and tongue circled and teased my nipples until they were so hard it was almost painful. Loki always knew perfectly how to play in between that fine line between pain and pleasure.

Loki left his hand cupping my breast, squeezing it softly from time to time, while he moved his mouth down my belly, my navel, my oblique, hip and thigh, leaving a trail of his hot saliva on my body. He grabbed my left leg with his free hand and bent it. He kissed the inside flesh of my knee, going up my thigh and giving me a mischievous look the closer he got to my core. He left a mark on my thigh and a wet kiss on my lower belly before he rested his chin on my groin, a smirk on his appetizing lips.

“Do you want me to make you cum with my tongue, princess?” Loki asked me, his voice so sultry that it had me shivering.

“Yes, Loki. Please,” I begged him with a whimper. He let out a low chuckle.

“No need to beg, princess. While you look lovely begging me, I will confess that I am dying to taste your sweet, wet cunt again.”

His sinful words were almost as hot as his actions. Loki grabbed both my legs and opened them wide. He rested the back of my knees on his shoulders as he positioned himself in between my legs. I felt his expert fingers first caressing and then opening my outer lips, leaving my dripping wet core completely exposed to him. I shivered in anticipation and my breathing was already irregular. Loki licked and nibbled softly my inner lips, giving me that small amount of pleasure/pain we both loved, making me gasp, shiver and moan, all at the same time. Then, he grabbed my clit in between his fine lips and sucked on it a little, making me moan his name louder as I arched my back. He repeated the motion a few times more, letting go and then sucking again, knowing perfectly well what he was making me feel.

I was already dripping wet with his teasing, but once he darted out that hot, sinful, skilful, silver tongue of his and stimulated my clit in 8-like motions I was completely lost. I arched my back even more, grabbed a bunch of his soft, black hair and moaned his name in repetitive gasps. Loki grabbed and squeezed my asscheeks, bringing my body closer to his sinful mouth which was driving me completely insane with desire. I felt inside me that I wasn’t going to last much. We both knew it. I couldn’t say which one of us was enjoying it more, though. Loki was practically fucking the mattress through his trousers while he kept eating my cunt as if he were a starved man. Soon enough, I was feeling that familiar and missed sensation on my lower belly, spreading quickly through my whole body. I felt the tension growing more with each second, my moans of Loki’s name coming out faster and faster. And then, I just exploded in an intense orgasm, the tension slowly disappearing as Loki kept riding me through every aftershock with his tongue. Gods, how I missed this; how I needed this.

When I got out of my blissful state, I noticed Loki was resting next to me, one of his hands holding his head while he licked each finger of the other. Purposefully, when he noticed I was paying attention to him, he passed lazily two of his long fingers along my core and then brought those same fingers to his mouth. He licked them, humming in pleasure and closing his eyes while he did so. However, just as he knew what got me going, I knew his weaknesses too. So while he got me breathless by licking his fingers full of my juices, I palmed his very hard member through his trousers. His reaction was as hot as I remembered it: he moved his hips forward, towards my hand; he let out a sexy, animalistic grunt; and he closed his beautiful green eyes in pleasure.

“Princess…” Loki said breathlessly and a smirk formed on my lips.

I moved on the bed, forcing him to lie down on the mattress. I quickly took out his trousers and breeches, letting his hard, big, throbbing cock free. It immediately bounced up, pointing to its owner as I discarded the pieces of clothing to the floor. I licked my lips in anticipation as I grabbed his member and stroked it a few times. I heard Loki’s breath catch in his throat as I lowered my head. I’m not going to lie: that reaction has the effect of making the most insecure person in the Nine Realms feel empowered.

Instead of going directly for his tip, I encircled his base on my hand and left a trail of hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses up and down the sides of his shaft. Loki was digging holes in his bedsheets below him with his fingers; his breathing was completely uneven as his marble-like chest rose up and down quickly; his jaw was tense as he clenched his teeth and his lust-filled green eyes were analyzing my every movement. I smirked, looking up at him as I moved my hand up his big, long, throbbing shaft. I teased his slit with my thumb; a strangled whimper/moan escaped his mouth as he thrust his hips up, almost pleadingly. Even when I felt more empowered than ever at Loki’s reactions to my teasing, I couldn’t deny that I was dying to taste him in my mouth again. Loki was the only man -and woman- who I had been intimate with, but I always thought that there was something really special about his wonderful, unique flavour. Of course, he has never confirmed or rejected this theory of mine.

I encircled my tongue around Loki’s tip, humming in delight at the first taste of his pre-cum. Gods, how I had missed his taste. I couldn’t help but give in to my greedy desires and took as much of his big cock as I could in my mouth. Loki gasped and grunted in pleasure; I could see he was trying hard to stay still and let me set the pace I was most comfortable with. The veins on his throat and neck were heightened, so were the ones on his arms and I could feel the ones inside my mouth throbbing with need.

I closed my eyes, focusing only on my taste buds and their party. I compensated with my hand the part of his shaft that I couldn’t get into my mouth and sucked him hard. I heard how Loki’s head banged against the bed’s headboard, but that only spurred me on as it meant I was doing a good job. I started a steady but frenzied rhythm between my mouth and my hand, sucking him and stroking him while I hummed in delight with every little taste I got of him. We both knew he wasn’t going to last much as he was already over-stimulated for eating my cunt and fucking the mattress at the same time, but that wasn’t relevant to me. I wanted, no, I needed to taste his hot, slightly salty seed. I lifted my free hand and rubbed his balls the way I knew he liked. It only took a few minutes to have him shuddering, moaning and realising all of his hot cum in my mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing everything Loki had to offer me, humming in delight at his wonderful taste. Gods, I have missed it.

“Gods, princess…” Loki whispered breathlessly as he brought my face up to his. “You’re so good at that. No one would guess that I am the only one with the honour of enjoying your wonderful mouth skills…”

Before I could reply, Loki crashed his lips on mine, kissing me so fervently that I couldn’t help moaning. He took that chance to introduce his tongue into my mouth and I moaned again while he groaned. Our tongues met in a hot dance. I could feel my taste on his tongue and I was sure he could taste himself on mine. He left one of his hands on the back of my neck while he moved the other down my body. Loki grabbed my thigh forcefully, probably leaving his fingers marks, but I couldn’t care less at the moment while our tongues kept tangoing. He used his grip to change my position, making me straddle him on the bed. I caressed his bare, sweaty chest while we kept kissing. Loki moved his hand from my thigh to my asscheek; he squeezed it and I moaned again, moving my hips involuntarily. Of course, he knew perfectly well what he was doing to me and I was letting him. This was what I came here looking for, after all.

Loki moved his hand from my neck, down my spine, my butt and my thigh. I felt goosebumps everywhere he touched me. That same hand moved from the back of my thigh to the front while we kept kissing passionately. He caressed my inner thigh, breaking our kiss to kiss and biting my neck. I moaned and exposed my neck to him, closing my eyes and digging my nails on his shoulders. He grunted: I knew how much he liked it when I did that. His hand on the inside of my thigh moved teasingly slowly until he was cupping my cunt. Two of his long fingers caressed my outer lips before he thrust them inside me, making me moan.

“You are so receptive, so wet…all for me, right, princess?” Loki whispered in my ear, his voice was huskier and sultrier than usual.

“Gods, yes, Loki…” I moaned as I rode his fingers in me.

Loki let me move as he groaned and sucked one of my nipples. After a few minutes, though, he removed his mouth and fingers from me, making me whimper at the loss. He smirked and with one swift movement, I was lying on the mattress, my chest flat against it while he kept my ass high, in full display for him. He spanked me playfully and I couldn’t help a gasp, a moan and moving my hips back, silently asking him for another smack. Loki grabbed my hip with one hand, digging his fingers into my skin while positioning himself behind me. He spanked me again and at the same time, he bit my other asscheek, probably leaving a mark. I moaned and begged for more without shame: I was way past that point and I knew how much it aroused him.

I was a panting mess when Loki thrust inside me. One swift movement was enough for his hard, throbbing member to be completely inside me, his tip hitting my sweet spot immediately. I moaned high enough that if Loki’s chambers hadn’t been charmed, the whole palace would’ve heard me and I wouldn’t have cared at all. Loki let out a moan, his fingers digging deeper into my hip. We started a frenetic rhythm, moving our hips together in complete syncronisation. Loki kept smacking me occasionally and that only aroused me more. Of course, he knew it perfectly and that was why he kept doing it.

It wasn’t long until I was feeling the tell-tale sensation in my lower belly, indicating I was close to my climax.  I felt my inner walls clenching around Loki’s member more and more which in turn, made him move faster inside and out of me. Loki grabbed a bunch of my hair and made me straighten myself: my back glued to his lean and strong chest.

“Together, princess,” He grunted in my ear.

A shiver went down my spine at his command and I could do nothing but obey him. He kept thrusting inside and out of me with full force, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me and then slamming his whole length inside again. His name fell down my mouth like a sinful prayer until we both reached our climaxes at the same time. We both collapsed on the mattress, riding our afterglow together.

Loki smirked when he saw his cum slowly going down my legs. He used his fingers to collect every drop from my legs and then put it inside me again, my overstimulated core clenching around his fingers, making him chuckle.

“This, right here, is where my seed belongs,” Loki said in a husky whisper as he moved his fingers inside me to emphasize his point.

All I could muster was a faint smile. Being abstinent for a year and now being fucked so thoroughly left me exhausted. We both drifted to an exhausted but satisfied and peaceful sleep.

However, we were woken up abruptly a few moments later by a knock on Loki’s door and our one-year-old son’s voice:

“Papa? I can’t find Mama…can I come in?”

[thefandomenchantress]

I know I predicted radio silence from me...But I had what I think is a cool idea and wanted to share it before anything gets disproven in the next episode (Brief, singular mention of the Eden!Culprit theory).

So, I saw a lot of people talking about the Arei-Eden parallels, and the Ace-Arei parallels (and differences), and the Min-Eden parallels in the hug scene...Because of that, I started thinking about how Eden and Ace relate to all the others. And then I remembered the very obvious Teruko-Ace parallels.

Ace and Teruko both trusted someone who betrayed them in one way or another. Teruko with...Well, everyone, and especially Min, and Ace with Levi. In chapter two, they're both pretty similar, being closed-off and trying to not care about others with varying degrees of success. And, of course, Ace almost dies just like Teruko did, in an attempted murder.

All those things are fairly obvious, especially them being the only participants to be almost-victims. And I'd always noticed that, but it got me thinking...

In chapter one, Teruko was the victim of an attempted murder, surviving on the pure luck of the knife just-so-happening to miss anything vital in her abdomen. Then, instead of sympathy for her life almost being taken, people are upset with/suspicious of her because they think she was the one who killed Xander. And that fact is no fault of Teruko's, she just had the misfortune of being at the scene of the crime (and Min moving the evidence to further incriminate her). Barely anyone asks if she's okay or shows much concern other than Min, who betrays her, and Eden. She is then forced to defend herself in the trial almost completely alone until finally some others start to come to her defense.

In chapter two, Ace has been put in the position of being the victim of a murder attempt but surviving through the pure luck of Eden and Teruko just-so-happening to come to the second floor late at night. If Teruko hadn't happened to forget her clothes on the second floor, chances are that Ace would be dead. No one feels sorry for what Ace went through, because he was a total asshole to Nico and along with no one taking him seriously to begin with, they think he, in a way, had it coming, trauma and injuries be damned. Now, he is forced to defend himself, presumably alone unless Levi decides he wants to help and be the Eden equivalent. And Ace has been blamed for Arei's death not through any fault of his own, but because he had the misfortune of being at the scene of the crime, where someone else tried to murder him.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that it would honestly be pretty cool if Ace finished this chapter going through rather similar events to the ones Teruko experienced last chapter. Some people say that Ace being her parallel will show her during this chapter that distrusting isn't the right way to go, but he doesn't have to die to show her that at this very moment. Hell, it might hit even harder if he manages to go through everything she did, since it would make them even more similar.

Plus, if Eden is the Min parallel, and Ace is the Teruko parallel, that's pretty dang cool! Of course, if Ace does all the Teruko stuff during the trial, it makes sense for Eden to have done all the Min stuff...And I mean, the episode seems to be saying that's depressingly possible, so maybe.

So yeah, I just thought Ace and Teruko's similarities continuing into the trial would be fun. After all, he's been pretty consistent about following in her footsteps so far, so you never know. Like imagine if he says a protag line or something it'd be hilarious. Especially if all his points during his defense are like Teruko's, but with an Ace-y twist that makes them more funny or stupid or whatever. Fun!

Or who knows, maybe Ace will just hire David as his defense attorney, since he's the only one to have successfully defended Ace so far. /j

[lycandrophile]

sorry about the out of nowhere ask but i thought id note something minor ive seen around: a lot of the time (especially on reddit) theres a lot of positivity for specifically trans women, and very little for trans men. and if a trans man/transmasc person tries to comment on that they get ridiculed for it. but then if someone posts transmasc positivity at all, people in the comments of that post will talk about how there "isnt enough positivity for trans women" despite the fact that most of the positivity posted is for trans women. i dont know, just something weird (it could also just be because reddit is kinda really different, environment-wise, but considering theres been similar things pretty much. everywhere else. yeah)

i do think a lot of this has to do with demographics – from what i've seen, reddit tends to have more trans women than trans men, so it doesn't surprise me to see more posts that are geared toward trans women there.

tl;dr because this got super long: people are right to say that there isn't enough positivity for trans women, but there also isn't enough for trans men. the fact that so many of us are ridiculed for trying to put more out there is the real problem.

at the end of the day, there really isn't enough positivity for any trans people because most of the world either hates us or wants to forget we exist. we have our little pockets of community where we support each other and lift each other up, but until the rest of society gets on board, it'll never be enough. so even in spaces where there's more positivity for trans women than for trans men, they're absolutely right to say there isn't enough positivity for trans women! and that's why i don't inherently have a problem with spaces like that – trans joy and positivity is always a good thing and always needed, and spreading that for part of the community doesn't take away from the rest of the community, it just means there's some of us are bit closer to getting the kind of love and support they deserve than they were before, and that's a good thing! you can't make everything for everyone, but if we all work at lifting each other up, eventually it'll all balance out and we'll all be better off for it. so if you happen to find a space that's for all trans people but tends to be more geared toward trans women when it comes to positivity, instead of getting caught up in how much positivity for trans women is already there, i think the best thing to do is to add positivity for trans men! we're the ones who lift each other up, so if we see a gap in the support, we're the ones with the power to step in and fill that gap.

and i can honestly understand why trans women in those spaces might get defensive or upset if someone points out the amount of positivity for trans women as if it's a bad thing, even if what that person is actually trying to say is just that they wish there was more for trans men too. i can't really blame anyone for that defensiveness because i feel the exact same way when people point out the amount of positivity for trans men&mascs here as if it's a bad thing, even though i know a lot of them are really just expressing in an imperfect way that they wish there was more for other trans people as well. wanting to defend those sources of joy in a world that offers us so few of them is only natural.

now, all of that being said, what i absolutely DO have a problem with is when that defensiveness gets to the point of attacking trans men's efforts to add positivity for ourselves as well. it perpetuates these false ideas that 1) there's only a finite amount of trans joy that can be expressed and we have to fight over it, and 2) trans men are currently hoarding that finite resource and are obligated to give it up entirely so that other trans people have a chance at getting it. obviously, both of those statements are deeply untrue – one part of the community getting support doesn't take anything away from other trans people because we should all be aiming for more support and positivity, not just redistributing the inadequate amount we currently have to more "worthy" subjects, and it's impossible to quantify how much support each part of the community gets because that's so dependent on the individual spaces you're looking at as well as what you're counting as support. and as much as i can understand feeling protective of our spaces, when that protectiveness leads us to turn on each other and push each other out of spaces that were supposed to be for all of us, that's taking it way too far.

and i also do think there's an attitude in a lot of trans spaces (and in more general queer/feminist/leftist/activist spaces) that trans men are a more acceptable target for that kind of ridicule because we're men and people in those spaces tend to already be very settled into this idea that there's never a bad time to tell men to sit down and shut up, even when the men in question are marginalized and trying to fight against their own oppression. if someone says "ugh there's too much positivity for trans women here," that's going to be met with a lot of people (rightfully) saying "hey, what the hell, man, that's super transmisogynistic." but if the same is said about trans men, those same people have no problem saying "i know, right? men love taking everything for themselves, it's the worst."

and that kind of attitude even extends to trans men simply creating positivity in spaces that don't have as much of it, even if they don't comment at all on the other kinds of positivity that might exist in that space. especially if we dare to add specific mentions of trans men onto an existing positivity post (which isn't actually a bad thing at all! adding more good to a good post doesn't take anything away from the original good!), we're met with a chorus of "wow, why do men always have to make everything about themselves, can't women have anything?" it's a perspective that groups us in with cis men as this privileged horde that talks over everyone else and seeks to dominate every space it enters, completely ignoring the fact that the image of loud domineering men they're invoking is based on cis(het white abled) men who've spent their whole lives being told they're the most important people in every room, which is very different from trans men who were brought up being taught to make ourselves small and be of service to more important people. they forget (or simply choose to ignore) that when we're loud about our needs and experiences and even our joy, it's not because taking up space was a practice passed down to us by our manhood, it's because we had to learn to be loud when we realized that staying quiet meant making it easier for the people who hate us to dispose of us without the rest of the world even noticing our absence.

all of that to say, i absolutely do think you've hit on a real issue here, i just don't think that issue actually has to do with the prevalence of positivity for trans women. it's a lot less about who gets more or less support in any given space, and a lot more about how those spaces react when the less represented groups start making their presence known. and yeah, a lot of trans spaces have some pretty damn awful reactions to trans men who literally just want to lift each other up and feel supported by our community in return.

[13eyond13]

Really appreciating in Berserk how The Count's chapters in the Black Swordsman arc can be used as a parallel for what's going on emotionally with Griffith, especially leading up to and during the Eclipse.

For me it starts with Theresia explaining to Puck the dark transformation that took place in her father whenever he first used the Behelit. She explains it like so: "Father was a great ruler. He may have been harsh, but that was so he could defend his kingdom against neighboring enemies. He was trusted and loved by all, even as a father."

"But father changed. Like a man possessed, he started hunting down heretics. Now it doesn't even make a difference anymore whether they're heretics or not! It's almost as if he enjoys hurting people! I'm scared. Sometimes i feel as if he's not human anymore."

Puck reflects on this afterwards by thinking:

"For revenge on the heretics who robbed him of the woman he loved? Is that why he acquired demonic powers? He summoned the Godhand and he himself became a demon?"

It is also revealed soon after this by the Godhand that The Count's wife was not in fact killed by heretics, like Theresia had been told. The Count had discovered that his wife was being unfaithful to him, which initially drove him to suicidal thoughts (kind of like a certain somebody else we know during an extremely dark period in his life):

"Seeing the triumphant, knowing smile of your betrayer drove you to the depths of despair. You decided to end your own life to escape that despair. However, your despair itself was part of the wheel of fate."

Until, instead of ending his own life, The Count decided to use her for his first sacrifice instead:

"Yes indeed, you said it! 'I offer this woman for sacrifice.' The life you couldn't take by your own hand, the life of the person you loved and hated the most! You gave it to us! So that you could bury your fragile human heart."

The Count is also acting sneeringly arrogant towards Guts during their battle, belittling him by saying things to him like:

"No matter how much you've tried to hone your skills, you've come to the limit of your pathetic human form. How fragile you humans."

Puck is NOT having any of this from The Count, and he counters that remark with: "...You yourself used to be one of those fragile humans!"

"You acquired those powers so you could get revenge on the heretics, didn't you?! But that wasn't the only reason. If it was only about revenge, all you had to do was exercise your authority."

"The truth is, you became this thing to run away from the pain inside your own heart! To run away from yourself! You threw away your humanity! If anyone's a fragile human, it's you!"

Cue Griffith as Femto showing up for the very first time, and then almost immediately also attempting to belittle Guts, saying:

"Still squirming around in your pitiful existence, I see..."

"Black Swordsman, you say? His petty existence is beneath our notice."

Guts ALSO isn't having any of that, and replies: "My petty existence? Don't make me laugh! You're where you are now thanks to this petty existence. Thanks to me, who's fighting an army of the dead because of you! Thanks to me who's writhing around in my own blood!"

"You stand there putting on airs like you're some kind of godly being! Griffith!" To which Griffith coolly replies: "Yes... You're nothing but a squirming, sacrificial offering."

HOWEVER. What is then explained directly after that to everybody by The Godhand?

That an acceptable sacrifice for the Invocation of Doom can only be somebody that you genuinely care about.

Guts cannot be used for The Count's second sacrifice, not only because Griffith had already marked him as a sacrifice, but because according to the Godhand:

"The boy is merely your enemy... It must be someone important to you, part of your soul. Someone so close to you that it's almost like giving up a part of you... By making such a sacrifice to demonkind, you'll be able to sever any remnants of your own humanity. A fissure in your heart will open up into which evil will surge."

So for The Count, the only proper candidate left is his daughter Theresia. And Griffith urges him to make this final choice by saying:

"Cut your love asunder, Count!"

So taking ALL of this into account, is Griffith calling Guts "nothing but a squirming sacrificial offering" actually really that sick of a burn? Hmmm.... idk, but it really makes u think.....

[kiame-sama]

Sweet Death- (Yandere!Phantom Troupe x Autistic!Chubby!Reader)

Random idea I had and felt like writing down. Tell me if y'all want more from this vein and what direction you think it should take.

Warnings; yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, troupe tries to cause a lot of mischief, intense masking, fem reader (tell me if y'all want a male reader or non-binary), creepy creature appearance,

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"Wait, so you PAID for them?"

"Yeah."

"But, why?"

"Piss off! Lady was nice."

Feitan snapped in his usual short manner of speaking, a glare on his face as Pakunoda bothered him. They had business in the airport and Feitan stopped to swipe some sweets. What they didn't expect was that Feitan actually paid for the food he got and was defending his uncharacteristic behavior.

Feitan was the most easily irritated, so it came as a surprise that whomever he interacted with did not anger him. What was even more of a surprise was that Feitan actually seemed to be behaving in a polite way to someone. The only one Feitan was polite to- and they use the term loosely- was the Boss of the Troupe.

Pakunoda was interested to learn more about the unusual woman that had enthralled Feitan enough to actually get the short-tempered man to pay instead of stealing, but she knew that he wouldn't tolerate any more questions. Instead, she endeavored to find out more about this woman on her own.

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"Wait... What was I doing?"

"You were wondering what you wanted to order from here."

"Oh, right!"

It had been at least six times that the soft woman behind the counter had to remind the ever forgetful Shizuku of what she was doing. Six times that Shizuku had also changed her mind on what she wanted.

Franklin, who was accompanying the other Troupe member was actually getting annoyed with her because he just wanted to leave and meet up with the other members. There were certainly times where he had great patience but it was not one of those times for him. Even though he was getting annoyed, the woman behind the counter seemed calm and happy even as she had to change the order yet again.

"Sorry about her, she has terrible memory."

"It's no trouble, truly. There are greater tragedies in life than a bit of uncertainty and adjusted orders."

Franklin felt a pleasant surprise to hear such wisdom from someone he wouldn't even think twice about. The unusual and understanding way she seemed to approach the situation was odd, as most just got short tempered with Shizuku or even refused to adjust with her ever bouncing memory. Though he wanted to just move on, he felt compelled to stay, if only to see how long that patience would last.

"Wait... What did I order?"

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"Think anyone would notice if I just stabbed someone?"

"Doubt it. I bet no one would blink if I fell down this escalator right now."

Uvogin had a wide grin even as he shifted his weight backwards, anticipating hitting the metal moving stairs but instead, landed on something soft.

"Woah there! Are you alright?"

He slowly looked up to see a soft looking woman with kind (e/c) eyes and a concerned expression on her face. To Uvogin, he felt as if he landed on the softest pillow to exist, feeling the nice warm body holding him up with a gentle touch. All words and coherent thought left his mind as he slowly blinked, trying to compose himself.

"..."

"Are you okay, sir?"

"Yeah! Yeah. I- uh... Fell backwards. Don't know why."

"No worries! I'm glad you're okay. Usually it's the vertigo that gets people, just don't look up too far and you should be good."

Uvogin didn't really want to move, but as soon as he and the woman got to the top of the escalator, he quickly got up. The woman smiled sweetly and tried to help stand him up despite his rather massive size. When he was upright, she chirped out a farewell and quickly departed, leaving Uvogin standing with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Yeah... Bye... See you later..."

It took a rough shake from Phinks to make Uvogin snap back to attention, feeling like he had been dunked in cold water. He had to tear his eyes away from where the woman had been standing, feeling confused as if he was coming out of some kind of haze. Uvogin had to literally shake his head to clear the odd brain-fog that had consumed him, glancing where the woman disappeared to.

"... D'you think she digs tall guys?"

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"C'mon sweetcheeks. Just give me your number."

Machi glared at the man who was trying to heckle her into giving him her number. Though the troupe was trying to lay low before they put their plan into motion, Machi had half a mind to just outright kill the man. It was while she was weighing her options that a voice suddenly cut in.

"She said 'no', take that as your answer and leave."

Both looked over to see a soft looking woman with a clear frown set on her lips, seeming as if she were ready to fight at a moment's notice. Machi was surprised to see the feisty woman but the man seemed annoyed and sighed as if he were being told to do something distasteful.

"I get it, Fatty, you want a chance with me too. I don't usually like fat chicks, but-"

"But you're going to walk your happy ass in the direction of your flight or the exit before I get security to drag you by the taint out of here."

"You really think you can talk to me like-"

"I can and will talk to you like the piece of trash you are if you don't leave her the hell alone."

"Fine, fucking fat bitch."

"That's Ms. Fucking-Fat-Bitch to you."

Machi was surprised that someone so soft was so immune to insults, not to mention the fact that the guy actually fucked off. She made a mental note to single that guy out and get rid of him when she next had the chance, turning to the soft woman for the time being.

"I appreciate it. He was not taking 'no' as an answer."

"Yeah, guys usually think they can bully everyone into doing what they want if they act like their brain is in their testicles. Some don't even have to act."

The flat and almost annoyed tone the woman used made Machi actually let out a soft laugh, more than humored by the odd woman that had helped her. As she looked over the woman she realized that this must be the one the others in the group had been talking about. Certainly, the woman matched the description of the one the other Spiders had been discussing and Machi could see why the other Troupe members she had spoken to were so enthralled.

Perhaps she should tell the others of her similar experience.

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Chrollo stood in the line of traveling people, having heard quite a bit about a rather unusual character who the Troupe had encountered several times. He had decided it was time for him to see what the woman was like firsthand. Based off of the testimony of other members, this woman either had manipulative nen or she was a gem among common people. Either way, he wanted to know whatever he could about her.

As he approached the woman in question- she was working the cash-register at one of the shops in the airport- he focused his eyes to see potential nen. What he saw was far from what he had expected.

Based off of her general aura, her nen bled off of her in an uncontrolled way instead of the way it was supposed to. On top of her nen being rather wild- making it clear she had no control over it and likely was unaware of it- something was noticeably wrong. Where abilities often formed as small spirits or beings, a more than intimidating creature stood behind her.

The being was far taller than the woman, even taller than Uvogin. It seemed to be a horribly emaciated humanoid with skin that writhed like worms were beneath the surface and searching for a meal. The skin- as translucent and paper thin as it was- seemed a sickly blue and purple, much like blooming bruises across the surface. It was shrouded in what could only be described as a shawl of shadows, face concealed beneath the rolling darkness. Though it's face was hidden, Chrollo could feel the eyes of the wretch staring out at him. In the beast's hand was a sickle often used for cultivating grain. The curved crescent blade seemed to be soaked in a dripping red ooze that moved slowly and without purpose, the leather handle held by elongated and bony fingers. Everything about the beast was wrong on a fundamental level.

Though the creature was frightening and clearly stronger than most normal nen abilities, it remained a loyal and silent sentinel over the soft woman's shoulder. It was obvious- to Chrollo at least- that the beast was brought to heel by the soft woman even if it seemed she was completely unaware of it. The contrast of the two beings was extreme and made Chrollo wonder just how the woman's nen was released and why it had taken such a vicious shape.

The more Chrollo watched, the more he realized that small amounts of the nen of others was drawn forward and consumed by the being, no doubt fueling the nen of its master. It was difficult to look away from the beast, despite how hard Chrollo tried, noticing the aloof nature of the creature disappear suddenly, becoming acutely aware as if it knew Chrollo could see it. A low hiss came from the beast as Chrollo stepped forward, next in line despite how far from reality he felt.

"Hi there!"

The chirped words paired with the oddly sweet way the woman said it gave Chrollo pause, not expecting such a greeting from someone with a disfigured and distorted reaper as their nen. Though she smiled, the smile never reached her eyes. Chrollo knew a social mask when he saw one, and he had to admit it was rather convincing. He could see why so many of the Troupe had become enamored with her and interested in her, his own observations thus far giving him a similar interest.

Even as he gave a random order he had no intention of keeping, the woman smiled and ensured to behave as if she were truly happy to assist. Chrollo had yet to reach a stage where he was fully believable to everyone with his own social mask, but even he had to admit that her mask was significantly more nuanced than his own. From the short interaction he had with her, he knew the woman was unique and had something to her that seemed to catch the interest of numerous Troupe members, himself included.

When he walked away from the quaint little shop and back to the Troupe, his mind was already working to parse out what he wanted to do. Surely the Troupe would follow his lead, but he wanted to hear their thoughts on the odd woman and her nen. Pakunoda could share the various experiences other members had and it would allow the group to have a more unanimous vote, but he had already settled on what he thought.

It was just a matter of what the Troupe thought now.

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Noetic

Summary: Din relies on the teachings of his Jedi companion to wield the Darksaber.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Jedi!reader

Word Count: 700

Noetic: Adj. Meaning of or associated with or requiring the use of the mind.

“You’re fighting the Darksaber,” 

“It’s fighting me,” Din grunts, the blade tipping down, slicing a crescent shape into the grass below. As much as Din attempts to overrule it, the saber triumphs over him. And his anger only makes the gravitation heavier. 

“It didn’t survive over a thousand years to be outmatched by one Mandalorian. Even by one as muscular as you.”

Din swears, laden with his own emotions. Typically any flirtatious comment throws him, but he’s too frazzled to acknowledge it. He retracts the blade and throws his arms up. You half expect him to chuck the saber into the nearby lake. Instead, he tosses it at the ground.

“The creator of the Darksaber was both Mandalorian and Jedi,” you bend down to retrieve the handle, brushing off the stray pieces of grass. “what does that tell you?”

“That I’m grateful you’re only a Jedi.” Din tries to joke, but his tone is coarse, and his anger slips through the modulator. You travel to him, taking a gloved hand in yours. Your fingers delicately wrap his own around the handle.

“You’ve mastered the ways of Mandalore. Now, you have to think like a Jedi.”

“What does that intel?”

You let his hand drop, planting yourself on the plush grass and crossing your legs. “Sit.” 

Din squats and stares at you expectantly through the sharp line of his visor. He gestures with his hands, waiting. 

“Ass on the ground.” 

A sigh escapes the modulator as he obeys your request. 

��What do you feel?”

“Grass.”

This was going to be a long day. 

“Look within.”

Another sigh. “Frustrated.”

You roll your hand, urging him to continue. 

“Frustrated that I can’t get this blasted thing to work.”

“Close your eyes.”

Din simply stares at you. He hasn’t survived this long by shutting his eyes to the world around him. 

“Do it.”

Din wonders what the force entails for you to see past his mask. But he recalls it’s not through the physical objects themselves but through himself that you sense his reluctance. You possess an inward gaze into the world around you, a clarity towards the people and, in this case, objects. Maybe, just maybe, Din needed some of that lucidity too. 

“Hold the handle,” you start. Din rubs a thumb over it. “Think of the blade’s intentions. After a thousand years, what is it seeking?”

“It’s just a blade.” Din deadpans. He peeks and is met with your enraged glare. Even for a Jedi, you’re losing patience with him. And it scares him. “It wants the possessor to fight in the name of Mandalore.”

“Go on.”

“It’s traded hands,” Din thinks of Bo-Katan and Moff Gideon. “many times. It wants to be in the right hands. Maybe I’m not those hands.”

“Maybe it needs to feel your intentions like I can feel you peeking.”

Din squeezes his eyes shut. He wouldn’t let anyone else cripple him in such a way. But here, with you, Din complies. “I want to serve my creed, to build Mandalore up again,” he thinks of you and Grogu. “But mostly, I need to protect my clan.”

Din can’t see your smile, so you let it blossom on your lips. 

“Now, instead of focusing on your emotions,” he hears you shuffle but dares not to open his eyes, afraid to lose his train of thought. “think of your intentions and raise the blade.”

Din gazes up at you with partial-focused eyes. He feels… calm. Introspect isn’t something Mandalorians are taught, nor is peace. Even at his age, he still has a lot to learn. He imagines that this is how you always feel whenever you meditate. Tranquil and grounded. Perhaps it’s because he’s thinking of you.

You wait as Din shuffles to his feet. He grips the handle in his hand and extracts the blade in a swift motion. You match his movement, and your light-colored saber contrasts the Darksaber. 

“Imagine that you’re defending Mandalore. Defending Grogu. Defending me. Manifest it.” And when Din pictures it, you strike. 

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

The following is not a COVID related ask. This is a William related ask. (And also a bit of a rant from an impulsive defender of normal things people do in their regular normal things)

During the Olympics, ie., peak summer time, Catherine was smack vamg in the middle of her treatment. Whether it was immunotherapy or chemo is anyone's guess, but we know she was still doing it. And it had just about been 6 months since her major abdominal surgery, where they likely took parts of some vital organ out which had cancer.

Now, all of that is not made-up. It's from her own statements and palace briefings. Understand the gravity of the situation - an organ taken out! Months and months of chemo! That's huge! It's brutal. It's scary. And everyday is different. It takes a toll on the patient. And on those around them. The patient may not look sick enough to satisfy the cynics, and may even get out of the house and (horror of all horrors!) look happy. But they are still under major stress.

So, it's perfectly acceptable and even admirable that William (or any husband) would choose to stay close, remain in the country and be with their wife and take care of the emotional needs of their wife and children during this time. Instead of attending the Olympics, which for him would have been officical royal work.

They diployed Anne, tim, Sophie for that. And they did amazing work with the Team GB. How and why is that not important enough for the sentiments of some cynics??

And going to the concert, with their children and friends. And to a game is perfectly normal. Infact, going to a game of football is like blood and oxygen to most British people. It's that normal. Going to the pub is beyond normal. Where else would you eat on a Sunday?? Call it culture or whatever, it's just a very regular thing. It's not something that William or any other dad should be criticized for.

But of course, if you are looking for reasons to get offended...or to find fault...then sure. Go ahead. No matter how much I, or other anons or RTA herself tries to explain won't matter.

Which brings me to .... I think this excesstcditicism of William over small things is beginning to look like deliberate sabotage in the media. Like an orchestrated pr campaign that targets people to change public opinion. I know it's par for course in the media to be critical of royals. And they can't say anything bad about the king, the queen, Anne or the Edinburghs. So that only leaves William and Kate. But it's so illogical.

Add to that, Harry's rehab attempts. The bizzare justifications of why Charles wants him back (which seems more manifestation that reality) and how William is the only stubborn grump blocking poor little lost Hawwwwy ... It looks like someone is carrying out a long-term destabilisation of Williams public image. It's slow but it's been happening very deliberately since late last year.

Which I think would coincide with Harry's attempts to get back to UK and the desolution of his marriage. Hints of cam's PR rehab over 20 years. I think this is Harry's British PR firm working in the dark that we are seeing.

I’m getting “Camilla’s PR rehab” vibes too now, especially after that Express article arguing sympathy for Harry because Hollywood exploited him.

The sad thing is that a lot of us predicted Charles would do something like this and that he’d try to expedite Harry’s image rehabilitation because he just doesn’t have the kind of time for a 20-year strategy. We’ll see if it works.

[burning-academia-if]

I love your characters so much, they are all perfect blends of angsty and soft and attractive. 😭

How would the ROs feel about hearing an MC who is usually a sweet ball of tender sunshine get feisty with someone badmouthing the RO? Cuz sometimes our protectors need to be protected. 🥺

Not me coming back to asks because I gave up coding for the night-

Rook: He's...conflicted. He's seen flashes of this side of you before, but seeing you defend him? He doesn't deserve, and in his mind, they're probably right in some way. There's no reason to bare your teeth for him, especially when you're not normally like this. And yet. It's hard to deny the way his heart squeezes. When has anyone but you bothered to protect him?

Beck: He's uncharacteristically quiet. When you take his hand and the two of you leave the situation, you barely catch the 'thank you.' His head feels a little fuzzy. He's no stranger to the things people say about him, but it's been a long time since there was someone by his side to get him through it. He wants to protect you, especially if you're going to protect him.

Rhea: "You don't need to waste your energy on them." Rhea hasn't even glanced their way. She's used to it all. She's frigid, she's distant, she's a rich bitch who got in because of her dad's influence. There's no reason to acknowledge it. But when she sees how much it upsets you, she wraps her hands around your own and squeezes them. "Thank you for standing up for me, though."

Zoe: They feel nothing at the insults. They've known these their whole life, just like any magician who can't use magic. It's the same old script, but to you, it must all be so new. They wrap their arms around you, hugging you from behind. Their voice is a whisper, "It's alright MC. I'm ok." Their heart beat is even against your back, arms beckoning you to leave. They don't want you to waste their breath. Not on those who will never change.

Lars: Surprisingly, he'd let you. If someone tried to say shit like "Oh, you're letting yourself be protected now--" He'd level them with a threat to finally drive them off. When they're gone, he takes your face in his hands, and you half suspect a scolding. He isn't sure what he's feeling, and ultimately, he only sighs frustrated before dropping his hands and walking away. It's a waste of energy to protect him, but he liked it when you showed teeth. You're always surprising him.

???: You except something. The usual teasing or them stepping in with their own harsh words. Instead, they stare at you. But it's not really at you, it's through you. Their thoughts are far away, trapped in the past within the body of a lonely child. When you call their name, they snap back and shake their head with a laugh, "I didn't know you could sound like that, little moon." They reach for you, taking your hand, and pulling you into a run, away from whoever was bothering the both of you. And maybe to give themselves time to return to themselves.

[bestworstcase]

what do you think about those predictions/theories that yang will be the next spring maiden/raven is gonna die?

file it under things that aren’t going to happen lol. for one thing, raven is like… the most unkillable character in this story aside from salem and quasi-immortal characters like the gods and relic spirits just in terms of sheer survivability—she’s been the spring maiden for almost fifteen years and she can nope out of any situation that becomes too dicey as long as at least one of her bonds is elsewhere. i think to kill raven you’d have to take her by surprise and oneshot her aura, and you’d still have to contend with the magic after that because that seems to be untethered from aura. and that’s if she doesn’t just bird it out of there.

like just thinking about it from a practical standpoint it would be tough to off her in a way that didn’t feel contrived. so she has that going for her.

but thematically like. lol. if yang were slated to become a maiden (which she isn’t, team rwby is a maidenless event), it would… be summer… obviously. the only reason anyone suggests spring is Because Raven combined with this fandom’s weird obsession with maidens passing to blood relatives (see also: winter and weiss, which also is not going to happen). but spring/knowledge does not fit yang’s character whatsoever! summer/destruction does, because that maiden’s thematic conceit is about taking action and participating in the world instead of viewing it at a distance – which is yang to a T.

(she’s even a boxer she couldn’t get more up close and personal in a fight if she tried; but like across the board yang is one of the most decisive and active characters in the show. and the one who drop-kicked raven into taking action, albeit with some delay.)

rwby is really specific about which characters become maidens and which maidens die, and raven -> yang doesn’t track on either end. also like i said nobody on team rwby is becoming a maiden. it astounds me that anyone still thinks otherwise after v8 (<- penny deliberated between the tactically correct choice [weiss] and the one her heart wanted most to say goodbye to [winter] and rejected the former option; that’s what she’s talking about when she says “let me choose this one thing” and in a meta sense this is a narrative rebuke of the assumption that team rwby must become maidens Because Protagonists.)

the maidens are the bedrock of the thematic narrative wrt ozlem and broadly every transition from one maiden to another is either about exposing the reality of ozpin’s treatment of the maidens or about affirming the personhood and humanity of the maidens freed from his system. which is notably not a layer of the narrative that team rwby have ever been deeply embedded in because they’re doing Other Things, namely tearing the old system down

which as an aside is exactly why the maidens continue to be People Close To Them, barring cinder; the point is to position ruby as penny’s defender / yang as raven’s reason to try again / weiss as winter’s lodestar, not to… set up the girls to be The Next Maidens. they’re liberators, not heirs.

[nobodylikety]

Cat hybrid! Haerin 🐈‍⬛

As I previously said, I was thinking a lot between Cat hybrid! Haerin and Hamster hybrid! Haerin, so I finally made both versions! 🐾 ps: Cat hybrid! Haerin is an alternative version of Hamster hybrid! Haerin, so there may be differences in between both versions.

tags: cat hybrid!Haerin x gn!reader??, fluff, hybrid AU.

Cat hybrid!Haerin has black cat energy, she basically doesn't like anyone but you and the rest of Hybrid! New Jeans (although she teases Danielle a lot, calling her 'stinky puppy').

+ like all cats, she has limits and doesn't let anyone pet her, hissing with a frown. But when you're close? She is 1000% clingy!! She's basically all over you, flopping down on top of you and totally eager to receive affection and attention from her favorite people.

Cat hybrid!Haerin is totally a grumpy lap cat 24/7.

Cat hybrid!Haerin although has this 'tsundere' or grumpy aura, she is secretly and adorably cocky because she knows that you and the rest of Hybrid! New Jeans are interested in her and only her <3

Cat hybrid!Haerin is a living heater and purrs a lot! has the habit of climbing on the couch and placing her head in your lap, purring very loudly. adorably loudly.

Cat hybrid!Haerin, inside Hybrid! New Jeans is probably the most jealous, since since she only likes this certain group of people (which includes you), so she tends to get very protective and possessive. So watch out, this kitten is capable of taking out her claws to defend what it's hers!

Cat hybrid!Haerin climbs very high places, usually perches on shelves and observes everything from below. It gave you more than one scare because you couldn't find her anywhere, until you heard a 'meow' over your head, and found her poking her head out from where she was hiding!

Cat hybrid!Haerin SCRATCHES ALMOST EVERYTHING. but a cat scratcher? Nah. your sofa? Totally yes.

Cat hybrid!Haerin probably has teasing as love language 🐈‍⬛ You will easily notice when she is sad or affected by something, because she does not use the snarky nicknames she has for each of you.

Cat hybrid!Haerin throws things off the table, or off any surface within reach ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ #TypicalCatBehaviour.

"Haerin, not my coffee mug!" You squealed, seeing that your hybrid cat, early in the morning, had climbed onto the desk and was idly throwing your pencils, post-its, and everything her paws could reach, onto the floor. Meanwhile, you tried to return everything to its original place.

"Bleh, I'm not going to do anything to your stupid moffee cug" Haerin clicked, tossing another pencil off the desk, her ears perked up. It was an eternal loop of throwing stuff and collecting them, throwing and collecting.

"Coffee mug, Haerin. Coffee mug".  

Haerin clicked her tongue again, rolling her eyes.

"You are excessively dramatic."

"And you are excessively disastrous."

"Ugh, remind me why I let you adopt me," Haerin snorted, getting down to the end of the desk, to stalk you while walking in circles, like a predator its prey.

"You made those big, pleading eyes that you make when you want something, and I had no choice but to take you with me." Your voice was gentle, unfazed, though your expression was the antithesis of it. Your smile was teasing, denoting that this was nothing more than a joke, and that your tone of voice was only to make Haerin fall into your game. Because yes, after all, adopting Haerin had been your decision, and there was nothing in the world that you regretted.

Haerin snorted in response, although far from being bothered, she rubbed her head against your back, which felt soft and plush from the hoodie you were wearing.

If it had been someone else who was there with her, and not you, Haerin's typically tsundere personality would have led her to bite and scratch to the point of exhaustion. However, instead, she just wrapped her arms around your waist, grunting, until she sniffed your scent, inhaling it carefully and deeply. That relaxed her.

"You're an Idiot." She hissed.

"Yeah, I love you too, Haerin."

[luvvyouforever]

Hello!! I saw that your requests were open. Could you possibly do another Modern AU! Rhysand x College Student! reader fic? I loved the first one you posted and definitely gave me some comfort with how stressful college is 😭

I always liked imagining the ACOTAR universe in a modern au. Especially Velaris in a modern setting.

Hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself💜💜

hi! absolutely dear <3 i tried to include more velaris in this!

comfort on the bridge - modern au!rhysand x college student!reader

↳ a night out in velaris ought to clear your worries about upcoming exams. does it actually, though?

↳ modern portrayal of velaris, mentions of self doubt and stress, reader is studying to be a teacher but it could be replaced with any major/focus. this isn't my best work, i'll admit, and it did take me like two weeks to completely finish but here you go!

↳ divider art from @firefly-graphics

usually, there was nothing better than a night out on the town in velaris, surrounded by the inner circle and your loving partner, rhysand. very little made you more excited than getting dressed up with mor, pregaming with cassian, and flooding the dance floor of rita's. tonight, however, it was the last thing you wanted to do.

rhysand could sense your hesitance about going out, feeling the bond between you two grow shaky and antsy but there was no way you could bring yourself to say no to them. you were just more stressed out than you imagined possible and so much more was in your mind than getting drunk and dancing to fae pop music.

mortal college was more than you had anticipated. it was always your goal, far before your ears grew pointy and you became a part of the night court's defenders, to go to college and make something of yourself. rhysand encouraged you wholeheartedly, telling you over and over that it was a good idea, that velaris needed more teachers, that you could accomplish it.

and now, your college career was coming to a close which only meant certifications, exams, and papers that all required more of you than you could give. you could only remind yourself of the shining new generation of fae being born in velaris that needed teaching so many times.

all of those worries and deadlines could not be suppressed by the strong liquor going down your throat, leaving a harsh burn in its wake. nevertheless, you took every shot cassian offered and with everyone one of them, rhysand grew more worried.

"you're putting 'em down tonight, y/n!" cassian cheered as the clink of the shot glass hitting the bar rang through the room. "you want another one?"

"yeah, i'd lo-"

"darling, i really don't think you should have another drink. you'll feel terrible later," rhysand's deep voice sent shivers down your spine as his large chest came up behind you. instinctively, you leaned back into his warmth.

"no! we gotta have fun tonight! i can't let anyone down!" you rebutted. your hand reached for the drink on the bar but your hand was trapped by rhysand's before you could. "hey!"

without a response or argument, rhysand began to tug and you didn't put up much of a fight (you were positive that one wrong move and your lack of coordination would land you on your butt on the floor). cassian looked at the two of you, making brief eye contact with rhysand and he nodded in understanding. something was wrong.

"where are we going?" you asked your partner after you stepped into the fresh air of velaris. despite it being so late, the city was quite alive with people, bikes, lights, music, and sounds. it was a beautiful sight, one that usually caught your breath, but there were more pressing matters. like why did rhysand take you away from your fun? the worries were just now being forgotten!

rhysand didn't answer your pestering but instead led you down some streets, up one incline, and landed at an old steel bridge that was at a high enough point to overlook the streets below. it was a spot you frequented when stressed but you didn't know that anyone knew. of course rhysand knew.

without having to say anything, you both perched on the edge of the bridge, wrapping your legs around the posts. your arms brushed against each other and with a few deep breaths, you felt the alcohol begin to leave your system as quickly as it came in.

"what's going on? you're drinking a lot, you seem stressed. i feel it. i don't even have to look in your mind to tell," rhysand said softly. his violet eyes shined in the night and though his gaze was strong, you couldn't help but fall into it.

you sighed and leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the bridge. the sounds of your city flooded your ears and it washed you with some calm that you were searching for. "i'm just stressed. there's so much on my plate, so much coming up, and i don't feel smart enough or good enough for any of it." just speaking the words out loud felt like a weight being taken off of your body. surgically removed and thrown hundreds of miles away.

"tell me about it," your partner said. he wouldn't get it, necessarily, but sharing the weight would help.

"there's three certification tests i have to take, all of which are unnecessarily hard. and that's just so i can get my license to teach. i still have four exams, all worth well over a hundred points, and i feel grossly underprepared for each and everyone one of them. then there's this theory class that's all about best practices in education and research and i feel like i'm picking up none of it," you expressed. "i don't feel like i am going to be the best i can be for velaris. i want to teach them but i'm struggling to pass my class. how am i supposed to impart all of this amazing knowledge on them when i don't even know it?"

your head fell forward onto the bar again and you relished in the soothing feeling of it. down below, music and laughter erupted from a rooftop bar. you wished you could know what rhysand was thinking.

"you know...i think you're the most intelligent person i ever met-"

"that's not-"

"ah! ah! no arguing," rhysand cut you off. "as i was saying...you are the most intelligent person i ever met. the capabilities you have far exceed anyone in the spring court and hewn city combined. the passion you have for our city and its education is so admirable, y/n. everyone will be so lucky to have you as their teacher. the fact that you committed to going to mortal college just to provide the small number of velaris children with a proper education proves to me that the cauldron picked the most perfect person to be my mate."

looking at onto your city, rhysand's words sunk in. somewhere in a back yard, high fae children laughed cheerfully, clearly excited to be up later than what would usually be allowed. it was hard work but work that you were more than excited to be doing.

with a sigh, you leaned into rhysand's side, grateful for him being your rock. "will you help me study for the praxis?" you asked quietly.

rhysand's head dipped down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "me and all of velaris will help you through whatever you need, darling. and we will be there at your graduation, glamoured and cheering."

[the-black-parade-system]

Riot Grrrl!Demeter kid!Reader x Leo Valdez. They're taking somebody on a tour of camp half blood as camp counselors and the guy gets misogynistic over them not speaking much. They're normally the kind to ignore it instead but before leo could go to defend them, they kicked the guy in the balls. And everybody is just 😟.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Leo Valdez x Fem!Riot Grrl!Demeter!Reader

Summary: Some of the camp councilors are taking a handful of the new kids on a tour through camp. Y/N, head Councilor of the Demeter cabin wasn’t talking too much and the new camper Zayn decides to be a dick about it.

Warning(s): Misogyny(?), Fem reader

A/N: when I tell you I RAN to this request omg- but thanks so much! I love this idea! Sorry if this was a little short I’ve been kinda busy :) again if there are any mistakes let me know!

“And those are the cabins.,.” Will solace, head councilor of the Apollo cabin begun. The new campers watched in awe as they “ooh’d” and “ahh’d” over the cabins you’ve seen a million times before. You and your boyfriend Leo Valdez staggered along with the group, pinky’s linked together. Just walking slowly behind the group since you didn’t like to talk too much and Leo didn’t really mind. You saw the new camper, Zayn. Zayn was a child of Hypnos and from what people tell you, he was a little bit of a douchebag. At least that’s what people tell you, he couldn’t be that bad right? You tried not to think about it too much until he came up next to you and Leo.

“Hey y/n” he said as he came to your side. You gave a small smile and looked back ahead, Leo’s attention was caught by him. He tried to focus back on the tour but kept his eye on you. Zayn kept talking.

“Yknow, you should smile a lot more. Women are prettier when they smile and-“ he got cut off by you speaking up.

“Has anyone ever told you to shut the fuck up?” This caught Leo’s attention again, he was going to interfere until Zayn started to talk again.

“I’m not finished, don’t interrupt a man when he’s speaking. You should also stop wearing so much black, and so many jeans. Just stop dressing so masculine and-“ Leo spoke up, he got cutoff again. He needed it.

“Dude can you stop messing with my girlfriend?” Leo said looking over at him. Zayn just shrugged.

“Im just telling the- AH!” Zayn screamed as your boot hit his crotch and the whole group stopped to look. Leo’s eyes widened and a smile spread across his face.

“What happened?” Will asked Leo as you yelled in his face. Screaming to him about his actions. Leo whispered to him.

“He was being a misogynist.” He said still with a stupid smile. Wills mouth made an “O” shape, and he gave a nod and a face that said “well he clearly deserved that.” And then smiled and went over to Zayn. He turned back to the group of campers and cabin councilors. “I think that’s enough for today everyone, I’ll take him to the infirmary, go on!” He smiled and turned around and pulled Zayn by the ear to the infirmary as he muttered in pain. Leo went up to you and kissed your cheek.

“Great job sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Lee.”

“My cabin?”

“Sure, cmon.”

You both linked pinky’s once more and walked to his cabin.

[rea-grimm]

Weapon Mammon

You've been guarding this tomb for quite some time. Your job was rather quiet and at times boring, as there weren't many people brave enough to venture into the tomb.

The tomb was famous for its treasures. Gold, silver, jewels, precious stones, and other treasures were safely stored there. Your family had guarded this tomb for generations, and now you were the guardian. 

In all your years of service, you've had to defend the tomb minimally. Tonight was one of those nights when your duty was less monotonous. 

It was a dark, starless night when you heard the sound of footsteps breaking the silence of the surroundings. You perked up and looked around, ready for anything. But you didn't see anyone anywhere. 

You turned just in time to see a young man creeping out of the unlit side of the tomb. But when he registered that he had been discovered, he lunged at you. By the way, his hand turned into a blade, you knew he was a weapon. 

Your duel was over before it actually began, as you grabbed his arm where the blade no longer was and used your learned moves to turn him into a complete weapon, which you easily attached to your belt. 

That way he couldn't hurt anyone, he wasn't bothering anyone, and most importantly, you did your duty to stop him from entering. Now all you had to do was wait for the next guard to come and replace you. 

Tonight you were rather anxious for your shift to end, as holding him like a weapon gave you a strange sense of belonging. It was as if its handle was made for your hand. 

Plus, you've never handled a weapon like this before in your life. Maybe once in a book, when you were wondering what kind of weapon you could use. 

You were under the impression that it was a leiomano that had sharp gems instead of shark teeth. From rubies, jade, sapphire and more. But every one of them was perfectly sharpened. 

You were tempted to take off your uniform and look at your tattoos to see if anything had changed. But you resisted that urge until your shift was over. 

Once your shift was over, you decided to release the young man somewhere away from the tomb. You made it to the other side of the city, which wasn't so huge, and let him change back. 

"What dare you do this to the great Mammon!" He launched himself at you as soon as he was on his feet. 

"To big Mammon?" You raised one eyebrow. "Whatever," you shook your head. Mammon stood there for a moment before he looked like he remembered something. 

"You're the master?" he asked. You nodded your head in response. You suspected where he was going with this since you could feel it too. "But that doesn't mean anything," he finally said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

He seemed to be going his own way, so you headed home. You had no idea he was going to follow you. Even though he tried to look casual, you could see him watching your every move. 

He'd been following you like this for days, and on top of that, he'd been coming to you to see if, since you were his master, you'd lend him money, since he was obviously broke and up to his ears in debt on top of the house. 

But you refused to lend him money, because you knew it wouldn't do any good. 

"I never expected my master to be such a miser," you were about to reply when you heard his stomach growl loudly. 

"How about I invite you to a meal instead?" You couldn't help smiling. Mammon, at first, pretended to pretend he was considering it, though you knew from his expression that he had made up his mind right away. 

Gradually you developed a soft spot for him, and though he never wanted to admit it, you could see in him that he felt the same way.

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