#if i see her in the streets it’s on sight

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Just random random headcannons about my wife <3

She makes lots of noises; grunts, sighs, groans. It’s basically a language that only you can understand at this point.

“Hmph,” she grunted with her usual grumpy expression. “You want cuddles?” She nods her head in response.

Snores but denies it. It’s like when you’re sharing a hotel room with your family and your dad’s snoring keeps you awake; staring at the ceiling. You’ve told her multiple times but she just doesn’t believe it.

“You kept me awake all night,” you said in disbelief as your utterly exhausted eyes met hers. “Uh-huh, how? Do NOT say because I was snoring.””You were snoring.”

But in all seriousness, she started sleeping on her side—the snoring was due to her sleeping on her back.

Doesn’t care for public affection, not that she won’t slip her arm around your waist or have her hand on your thigh once in a while—but it isn’t often.

(Saw someone else say this)—absolutely loves dad jokes. She won’t laugh at anything else but dad jokes.

“Hey babe,” you slid next to her on the couch. “Hm?””What days are the strongest?“ you asked. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Saturday and Sunday,” you started to smile. “Why?” She was slightly curious. “‘Cause the rest are weekdays,” she couldn’t even hold it before she burst out laughing.

Takes her mechanical arm off before she goes to bed because she doesn’t wanna hurt you.

Tough with everyone else but you, Jinx and Isha (they’re alive and well).

Isha made a cheerful noise as she raised her tea cup. Sevika sat across from her, hunched over the small table, teacup in hand. She pretended to drink from it, “Mm, nice.”

Perfers actions over words—for example, her version of an apology is by doing more of what she should’ve done in the past. If she wasn’t spending much time with you before, she’d immediately take it upon herself to fix her schedule.

VERY protective, especially when you’re at The Last Drop, nothing escapes her vision.

Once, this guy attempted to flirt with you but before he could get a word out, he was immediately met with a deadly glare from her. She pulled you closer towards her with a raised eyebrow, “You got something to say?” That sent him babbling in fear, “Uh-no, no, of course not!—“”Get out of my sight.”

Claims she’s not an animal person but will come home with a kitten she found on the street.

“It wouldn’t stop following me,” she said while avoiding eye contact with you. You knew she was lying.

Sometimes when she comes back from work she’ll just collapse on the couch. She’s a busy woman, alright?

Jinx cut her hair then made fun of her afterwards.

Jinx cackled after she looked at the final product, “Sweetcheeks ain’t gonna love you now, are they?” The older woman simply grumbled under breath, “You’re the one who cut it.””Yeah and I made it ugly on purpose.”

You ended up loving her hair anyway.

Secretly likes when you lay on top of her; loves seeing how comfortable you are

She’s always warm; your personal heater

Somehow gives the best hugs—bear hugs, but is so awkward with it

Takes the longest showers known to mankind; once she gets in, be prepared to wait about an hour. Meanwhile, half the time it’s just her staring at the wall.

Will let Isha climb her on rare occasions; sometimes the girl gets insanely hyper and is moving all over the place.

Says she’s “not fond of kids” but has a soft spot for them.

A little boy with blue-dyed hair walked up to her while she was outside one day. “H-hi, can you please sign this?” He asked in a soft-spoken manner, showing a drawing, offered with a crayon. She didn’t respond but took the paper and signed her name on the back. Internally, she was in disbelief that this boy looked up to her in some way. “Thank you!” He gave a big smile before running back to his group of friends, happily showing them the signature. A twitch edged at the end of her mouth.

[ka1rin]

Blue Lock Romantic Tropes

isagi, kaiser, sae, rin, reo, nagi x reader (separate)

word count: 1.1k , genre: romance / fluff

note: this story is about what romantic trope would suit these Blue Lock characters. I hope you guys love this!

Isagi Yoichi — Childhood Friends

Yoichi Isagi had always been head over heels for her—though he didn’t realize it until it was almost too late. She’d been his best friend for as long as he could remember. She was the one who stayed after practice to kick a ball around when no one else would, the one who always seemed to know exactly what to say after a tough game.

But lately, everything felt different. He couldn’t stop noticing the way her hair caught the sunlight or the way her laughter softened the edges of a bad day. He wasn’t sure when it started, but he knew one thing for certain: she wasn’t just his best friend anymore.

They walked home together like always, her voice filling the air with stories about her day. Isagi barely heard a word. His mind was somewhere else, lost in thoughts he didn’t have the courage to say out loud.

When they reached her street, she stopped and turned to face him. “You’re quieter than usual. What’s up?”

He hesitated, his fingers tightening around the strap of his bag. “Do you ever think about the future?”

Her brow furrowed. “Sure. Why?”

“I mean… us,” he said softly, forcing himself to meet her gaze. “Do you ever think about where we’ll end up?”

Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. “What are you trying to say, Yoichi?”

“I think—no, I know—I want you in my future,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not just as my best friend, but as… something more.”

Michael Kaiser — Enemies to Lovers

Michael Kaiser had never believed in losing. In his mind, every match, every argument, every moment in life was a game to be won. That’s why she infuriated him so much. She wasn’t interested in playing by his rules.

From the moment they met, she challenged him—both on and off the field. She had a knack for seeing through his façade, stripping away the charm he used so effortlessly on everyone else. At first, he hated it. Then he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

One evening, after yet another clash on the pitch, he found her sitting alone in the stands. The moonlight caught the curve of her profile, making her look softer than he was used to seeing.

“You’re staring,” she said without looking up.

“Maybe I’m trying to figure you out,” he replied, sliding onto the bench beside her.

“You won’t,” she said, finally meeting his gaze. “You’re not as good at reading people as you think.”

Kaiser smirked, leaning back on his elbows. “And you’re not as immune to me as you pretend to be.”

Her lips twitched, but she said nothing.

For the first time, Kaiser felt like this wasn’t a game he could win—or one he wanted to.

Sae Itoshi — Second Chance

Sae Itoshi had always been good at letting go. Whether it was friends, family, or teammates, he had a way of detaching himself from people, of moving forward without looking back.

But she was different.

She’d been his calm in the storm, the person who grounded him when the pressure of his career threatened to swallow him whole. He hadn’t realized how much he relied on her until the day he walked away, convincing himself it was for the best.

Now, years later, she stood before him at the airport, looking as composed as ever. His pulse quickened at the sight of her, and for the first time in a long while, Sae felt unsure of himself.

“You’ve changed,” she said softly, studying him like she was trying to figure out a puzzle.

“Not enough,” he admitted, his voice steady but quiet.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she glanced away. “Then why are you here?”

“Because I couldn’t stay away,” he confessed. “Because letting you go was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

Rin Itoshi — Sun and Moon

Rin Itoshi didn’t believe in distractions. He’d built his life around focus and discipline, shutting out anything that might interfere with his pursuit of perfection.

Then she came along.

She was everything he wasn’t—bright, cheerful, and completely unafraid to push her way into his life. At first, Rin had found her presence irritating, but over time, he started to notice the small things: the way she always brought him water during practice, the way her laughter filled the empty spaces of his world.

One afternoon, as they sat in the park, she turned to him with a mischievous grin. “You should smile more, you know. It’s not illegal.”

He frowned, looking away. “Why does it matter?”

“Because it suits you,” she said simply, leaning back against the bench.

Rin’s chest tightened at her words. He didn’t know how to explain that smiling felt foreign to him—except when she was around.

Reo Mikage — Unrequited Love

Reo Mikage had always been drawn to her. She was different from everyone else in his life, uninterested in his money or his status. She treated him like an equal, never hesitating to call him out when he deserved it.

He’d fallen for her quietly, keeping his feelings to himself out of fear that she’d never see him the way he saw her. Still, he stayed by her side, always there when she needed him, hoping one day she might look at him differently.

One evening, as they sat together in a quiet café, she broke the silence. “Reo, why are you always here for me?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… you’ve never asked for anything in return,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “Why?”

Reo hesitated, his heart pounding. “Because you’re important to me. That’s all.”

Her gaze lingered on him, and for the first time, he thought he saw something shift in her eyes.

Nagi Seishiro — Forced Proximity

Seishiro Nagi didn’t like effort. He preferred simplicity, staying in his comfort zone, and avoiding anything that felt like too much work.

So when she moved into his apartment as his new roommate, he wasn’t thrilled. She was loud, messy, and always finding ways to drag him into her whirlwind of energy. At first, he counted the days until she’d leave. But as time passed, he started to notice the way her laughter brightened the dull moments, the way she always made sure he had dinner even if she didn’t cook for herself.

One night, as they sat on the floor eating instant ramen, she looked over at him and smiled. “You’re not so bad to live with, you know.”

Nagi shrugged, his usual indifference masking the warmth spreading through his chest. “You’re okay too, I guess.”

She laughed, nudging his shoulder. “Wow, such high praise.”

He glanced at her, his voice softer than usual. “I mean it. I don’t mind you being here.”

Her laughter faded, and she looked at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time, Nagi felt like that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

[hvnlygrl]

congrats on your celly love! i’m sorry i didn’t see it sooner bby 💞

This would be cute as a blurb or moodboard but;

Prompt 4 “Accidentally saying “I love you”” with best friend JJ would be adorable and funny 💞💞

love me on accident.

pairing — bestfriend!jj maybank x fem!reader

word count — 0.6k

synopsis — everyone knows that the two of you are in love, except you two. that is until an accidental love confession brings you together.

notes — i love this!! thank u for requesting babe!

moodboard based on this fic!

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you were both drunk off your asses, clinging onto each other as you desperately tried to keep your balance. he held your waist, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. the two of you being physically close and relying on each other was far from a new sight to anyone.

this, however, was something much different. pope couldn’t help but notice the way the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, almost as if you were both longing for something. he was curious, but knew better than to even mention something of the sort to either of you, especially in your drunken states.

you could smell the mix of different alcohols on jj’s breath, his eyes glossy and red and the beads of sweat that lined the top of his hairline. he grinned at you, and your heart fluttered at the sight. “how you feelin, my girl?”

“a little wobbly,” you huff through a laugh, smiling back at him. “how you feelin, blondie?”

he rolls his eyes at the nickname you gave him the first time the two of you met. “i told you stop calling me that, it messed up my street cred.”

“oh, your street cred, huh?” you giggle. “i didn’t realize you had such a name for yourself in the obx.”

he scoffs dramatically at that, hand flying up to clutch at his heart. “ouch!”

“sorry,” you give him a soft peck on the cheek, “you totally have street cred.”

“thanks, princess,” he can’t help the way his cheeks flush red at the kiss. “you have a good bit of cred yourself.”

you huff at him, “oh yea, i’m your best friend, of course i got street cred.”

he laughs, heart pounding in his chest as you sway with him to the music. “you’re welcome.”

you give him a soft punch to the chest, “cocky, aren't we?”

“please, don’t act like you don’t love me.”

“i don’t,” you tease, squinting your eyes at him as he frowns.

“well, i love you,” he grumbles, breath catching in his throat when he realizes the tone he said it in. jj prays you don’t notice it.

“wait,” your eyes go wide for a moment, “did you just-“

“um, no.” he immediately starts stuttering, “that’s not, i don’t, no, like, i meant-“

“i love you too,” you hold a finger up to his lips. “i was waiting for you to say something.”

“me? why couldn’t you say something?” he breathes out heavily, heart still beating a mile a minute.

“well, why didn’t you?” you shrug, “i didn’t know you felt like that.”

“of course i do, how could i not?” jj says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “you’re-you’re perfect, y/n. like seriously, the perfect girl.”

now you’re blushing, face tucked into the crook of his neck, “shut up.”

“no, i mean it,” he softly caresses your face, angling your chin so that you’re making eye contact with him. “you’re actually perfect.”

“so are you.” you can’t help but notice how close your face is to his, his breath tickling the tip of your nose.

jj inches toward you slowly until his nose is brushing against yours. you take the opportunity to tilt your head upward, letting your lips meet his gently. he freezes for a moment before kissing you back, one hand pulling your hips closer as the other rests against your jaw.

pope smacks john b to get his attention as he points at the two of you in your own little world in the kitchen of the chateau.

“holy shit,” john b whispers, jaw dropped in awe. “i never thought they would admit it.”

sarah rolls her eyes, “i did, pay up suckers.”

the pogues all huff, heads shaking as they pull cash from their pockets, grumbling soft cusses at their lost bet.

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[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 10)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev)

            In the weeks that followed, you fell into a comfortable routine. Most of your time was spent with Shihou as he taught you more about the mountain and its people. On the days duty called him away, the other monkeys welcomed you into their company. They helped you pick fruit, gather herbs, and even taught you how to weave your own basket. Cubs would ask you to play and the adults shared stories and gossip while work was done. The closer you grew with the troop, the more you began to feel like you truly belonged.

            The frequent trips to your own village soothed any lingering homesickness. You would bring food and speak with the elder before returning to the mountain with the setting sun. Each visit gave you updates on the villagers’ struggles and your sister’s increasing neglect. While you had been fortunate to avoid her notice so far, you were always careful to stay discreet.

            It was a day like any other as you left the mountain, waving farewell to Shihou. The sun was bright, the wind was cold, and your basket was filled with fresh fruit. It wasn’t until you reached the edge of the village that something seemed…off.

            Everything was eerily quiet; no bartering at the market, no children at play, not even the calls of bird or beast. The main street, usually bustling with activity, was completely deserted. Scattered buildings along both sides had suffered damage with a few reduced to piles of splintered wood. Something had clearly happened, but what? You couldn’t begin to imagine.

            Nothing moved and no one appeared as you crept in for a closer look. There was a silent tension in the air, as if village itself was holding its breath. “Hello?” you called, wincing when your voice echoed back. “Is anyone here?”

            “Quiet!” someone hissed. You glanced around but didn’t see another soul. “Do you want them to hear you?”

            “Who?” you asked, trying to follow the whispering voice. “Where is everyone?”

            Hands grabbed your shoulder and covered your mouth before tugging you back into the shadows of an alleyway. You shoved your attackers away and rounded on them, basket in hand and ready to swing. To your surprise, you recognized the two young men gawking at you as village farmers.

            “You’re alive!” one nearly shouted while the other continued to stare in shock. “Elder Gran was telling the truth!”

            “Truth about what?” you asked, glancing between the two. “What’s going on?”

            “Demons snuck into the village last night,” the second man said grimly. “They stole all the weapons and took everyone prisoner before we even knew what was happening. Elder Gran told us to find you and ask the Monkey King for help but we thought she was crazy sending us to the mountain!”

            “We were waiting till dark to make a run for it but the demons are still patrolling around, capturing anyone they find!”

            Footsteps and muttered voices echoed down the street, hushing the conversation. You peeked around the corner, seeing a long, scaly tail disappear into a nearby house. Clattering and crashing sounds followed as the inside was ransacked. Backing out of sight, you turned to the two farmers with a nervous nod.

            “If we can get to the mountain, I can ask Sun Wukong for help.”

            They both stared at you with a mix of doubt and disbelief. “You think the Monkey King would actually do something?”

            “I…can’t say for certain,” you admitted. While his offer of assistance had seemed genuine, the Monkey King’s feelings towards your village were still unknown. He might accept, he might refuse, “But the least I can do is ask. He said he would help if the village was in need and I believe him.”

            “Why would the Monkey King listen to anything you ask of him?”

            A nearby crash startled you and ushered your group further behind the buildings. The gruff voices of the demons passed by, casual and oblivious. You waited until they faded away to finally breathe again.

            “We don’t have time to argue!” you whispered, peering back out to the empty road. “If we’re going to get help, we have to get to the mountain now!”

            Despite their pale and nervous glances, both farmers nodded. Taking a final sweep of the area, you tiptoed out of the alleyway and gestured for the others to follow. “The coast looks clear. Let’s hurry before they come back.”

            “Too late for that, humans!”

            Within seconds, the empty village was suddenly crawling with a dozen demons; jumping down from rooftops, creeping out of buildings, and appearing from shadowy side streets. They ranged from hairy to scaly to feathery. All were armed, armored, and wearing sharp sneers as they surrounded your group.

            Icy fear flooded your veins as the circle grew tighter, your chances of escape shrinking with every step. Nowhere to run, no way to fight, and Shihou was too far to save you this time.

            A snake-like demon with long fangs hissed in disdain. “Take them away and put them with the other prisoners. The rest of you, keep looking for any other stragglers.”

            “Wait! That one there!” a dreadfully familiar voice growled from the crowd. You turned to recognize the hunched wolf from weeks before. His hackles were raised, teeth bared and eyes glaring as he pointed you out. “Venerable Great King! That’s the human responsible for our captain’s death!”

            “We finally found them?” The deep, booming question shook you nearly as much as the thunderous steps trembling the ground. A monstrous bull stomped his way past the other demons until he towered over you. He stood up right, taller than any man you knew, with hooves and a bovine head complete with horns, curved and wickedly sharp. The bull stared down at you, bemused and unimpressed by what he saw. “So, you’re the human responsible for the wolf captain’s demise? Seems unlikely.”

            “I didn’t kill him!” you squeaked in protest. “They were trying to kill me!”

            “As much as I believe you,” the bull said, grabbing your arm and shoving you to the ground. “I’m afraid I can’t allow demon-killing humans to go unpunished.”

            A huge battle axe was handed to him, the honed edge catching the winter sunlight. Your thoughts raced in a panic as the blade was lifted into the air. Memories of your father, your sister, and your beloved Shihou flashed through your mind. Tears gathered as the axe swung down, a raised arm your last line of defense.

            Something flashed, bright and golden. The surrounding demons groaned and hissed as they were temporarily blinded. You blinked the shine from your eyes and looked around, thankfully still in one piece. Warmth against your wrist caught your attention and you could only stare in bewilderment.

            The hair. The makeshift bracelet Shihou had given you was glowing, encompassing you in light that stopped the bull’s axe mid-swing.

            “What is this!?” the demon snarled, trying to force the blade down only to be flung back by the shield’s power.

            Faster than your eyes could follow, the hair unwrapped itself from your wrist and darted into the air. Extending itself into a gold thread, it tangled around the handled of the axe, yanking it from the bull demon and flinging it into a nearby roof. The blur of gold raced back to the bull, spinning itself around his hands to pin them together. No matter how much he fought and struggled, the hair refused to release him.

            “Whatever trickery this is, it won’t save you!” the demon bellowed.

            “It’s not me!” you shouted, equally confused.

            “Enough! Let’s see you spin your spells once you’ve been gored!”

            He stomped his hooves and lowered his head, the tips of his horns aimed right at you. Shouts of terror filled the street as the other demons fled, scrambled to get out of the way of the enraged bull. With a snort and a shout, he charged.

            Another flash of light and an earsplitting sound like thunder rattled the village. Something crashed into the ground just before the bull, throwing him back with the shockwave alone. You shielding your eyes as the dust settled and the glow faded into a familiar figure.

            His golden armor sparkled in the sunlight, phoenix feathers arched from his crown, and a heavy iron staff spun in his hand.

            The Monkey King had come.

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[reclusive-manwhore]

it's been such an amazing day with your daddy. you and him have been exploring the city, seeing all the sights, and most importantly, flaunting your beautiful body to every attractive man you walk past in the streets as you hold his hand and smile. you can't hide it can you? you just love the attention almost as much as you love his. you'd let any man you desire take you in any way that you'd like... if only your daddy let you.

you walk back to his car with him, your hand still in his, laughing at each other's jokes like you have been all day; you're just such a happy little girl. to have his company, his personality, his voice, his touch, is everything to you. and it doesn't help that he's been teasing you all day with those very things. how you caught him eyeing you up and down as he made those suggestive remarks to you, smiled at every reaction as you blushed and clenched those legs together, when he groped you as he scanned around for any wandering eyes, how it made your skin crawl in the best of ways as you clutched him tighter. you can't help but love everything about him. you'd do anything for him, and you're always dying for more.

you can't even finish putting your things in the trunk before you're all over him, staring into those eyes like, like sapphires, like diamonds piercing into your soul in a way that warms you like no other. the smell of cigarettes and cologne on his body and breath as he leans in for a kiss you so happily accept. and how quickly it escalates with him, how fast you just wrap your arms around him and allow him to take control of you as your tongues interlock, the two of you being one.

next thing you know you're getting shoved in the backseat and spanked. he gets in, grabs you by the hair and without any hesitation, thrusts your mouth right onto his hard, throbbing cock. your eyes roll back and you immediately take it as far down your throat as you can. you don't care how much oxygen you lose, how much you struggle to breath, how bad your eyes water as they tear up with every gag, every time he chokes and slaps your pretty little cheek as a sign you're doing good. your only goal is to please your daddy, because that's all you've ever wanted; a real man, who's proud of his pretty fucktoy.

he pulls you up by your neck to praise you and give you time to get some air. and that's when you both see it; this entire time, there's been some pervert in the car right next to you, watching through tinted glass in the driver's seat like a fucking pervert. you can barely make out his face, but the shape of his mouth in the shadows is telling you he's stroking his dick right now, looking at every single disgusting act you've put yourself through just to please a man... but maybe you wanna please more than just a man now. maybe you were meant for more...

you feel your spine shiver as your daddy rolls the window down, shoving your head out and ordering you to stick out your tongue like a good little whore. the man in the car opens the door, and your suspicions are confirmed as your eyes look him up and down, and you see him clutching himself through his jeans. his eyes are like your daddy's; feral, burning, he wants to take you and gave exactly what daddy has. he'll never have you in that way. but you still want a man to have his way with you, whenever you want. so long as your daddy says you can, right?

"daddy... can i suck his cock please? i love your cock so much, but i'm just such a fucking slut... i was made for men to use me, to hurt me. i want it, i want it so fucking bad. i wanna be a happy girl daddy... can i please?"

he pulls you back inside and wraps you up in his arms from behind, has hand clasped over your mouth as her starts slowly running your clit. you hear the man in the car unbuckle his belt as he steps out and walks over to the window. you lean back to look your daddy dead in the eyes, your cunt a quivering mess, your body writhing in ecstasy. and with his lips against your ears, he tells you:

"you're gonna take his fucking cock. you're gonna let him do whatever i tell him to. and i'm telling him he can stuff your throat and smack that pretty face around all he wants. but these holes are fucking mine. you're mine. i own you, and you obey me. now stick your head out the window and choke on it, you pathetic rapeslut. you're gonna get what you deserve tonight."

[lostinthecityofstarlight]

Lost In The Starlight - Part One

Rhysand (ACOTAR series) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Notes: this is my first fic and im nervous haha i will also say i LOVE rhys and feyre but i can only write x reader so this is it lol my inbox is always open just in case anyone wants to scream about bat boys in general :D

PART 2 WILL BE POSTED THIS WEEKEND <3

Word Count: 1K

Starlight glimmered through the various building's glass windows, reflecting off the stark contrast of dark leather across your chest. It had been ages since you'd stepped into Velaris. Ages since you bathed under its starlight and allowed yourself to feel it. Feel home. Your bones felt as if they resettled into your body, your heart content in the only corner of the world that ever offered you any comfort.

After an extended stay in faraway courts, you'd grown somewhat weary of ever returning. A chill ran down your spine as flashes of Amarantha's reign of terror haunted what was left of your sanity; rumors of what she'd turned the court into, what she'd turned him into, swirled, causing bile to rise in your throat. You silently thanked the Cauldron for whatever protected you long enough to stay out of her radar in order to survive, consistently ready to fight for your city and your people at a moment's notice. Rhysand made his instructions clear on that fateful night: "You must run. Shield yourself, and don't look back. Please," And that's precisely what you did. Leaving him behind felt as if your wings had been ripped out in cold blood, a piece of you lost and never to be regained. Rhys was never one to beg and certainly not one to run from any threat. But staring into his eyes that night as chaos unfolded, there was only an absence of the person you'd grown so fond of. Replaced by uninhibited fear and increasing uncertainty regarding his fate. It frightened you to your core to this day.

You glanced over the rooftop toward the city, blooming with life, allowing Velaris' beauty to overwhelm your senses and compel those thoughts into a remote part of your mind. The bustle of Fae's chattered mindlessly as you carefully tracked your steps down the narrow alley into the main street, making sure to stay out of sight. It was just as you'd envisioned it, never changing and full of life. You set your sights on the vast home atop the highest mountain. The townhouse. A place where you'd spent so much of your time so long ago. It felt like another lifetime. You contemplated winnowing there but remembered you'd lost that right the day you left Velaris behind. It took you some time to walk up to the house; the night grew more frigid but lessened as you approached the magic surrounding the property. The slight warmth was welcome after cursing your body for becoming unaccustomed to the temperature during your time away. An ornately carved wooden door appeared before you, and you wondered if he could feel you. You hadn't accessed the bridge between the two of you in what seemed like forever, often wondering if it still existed. It wasn't like you didn't have your moments over the years, moments where you would've given anything to hear from him, even if it was just a feeling. A sign he was alive. But it never came.

You managed to slip inside the house, past the foyer, and into the dining room. It was just as you remembered it, the large room housing a table large enough for a fleet to dine. A table you once shared with the people you loved most now just an ornate piece of furniture in this vast space.

"You're back." The scent of citrus and cinnamon lingered in the air as Mor walked toward you. You could've sworn you could see tears brim the very edges of her eyes, not that she would ever admit it.

"Mor." A genuine smile spread across your face, eyes mirroring hers, before she wrapped her arms around you. Mor's strength did not go unnoticed as she hugged you tightly before pulling back a bit. Her golden hair tumbled along her impeccable skin, the same warm light and kind eyes you remembered confiding in so long ago dancing along your features.

"It is so good to see you." She said while squeezing your shoulder one last time before letting go. "I knew you'd come back to us." Her words sunk in, and you stepped back, suddenly needing space.

"Come back?... You knew?" The realization washed over you. "You knew I was alive this whole time."

"I did." Mor's eyes cast downward for a moment. "We all did. Didn't you know we were alive? You must've felt it too, he.." Mor's voice cut off as your mind reeled at the mere mention of Rhysand.

"Rhys...could feel me? That's impossible. I tried for years; I did everything and felt nothing."

"Well, whatever you did, or he did, it worked. He never explained how or why or even when he felt it, but he did. It was the first thing he said to me when he returned to Velaris. Our only piece of mind throughout the years was knowing you were still out there somewhere."

It was impossible. The bridge between you was working all this time, and Rhys didn't so much as try to push through it. A flicker of irritation flashed before you. A past version of yourself fought to break through the surface, someone who would've demanded answers and let rage fuel her actions. Someone you'd worked hard to leave so far behind. You took a deep breath as you stepped toward Mor, allowing your mind to regain its calm once again.

"I'm here now." You offered her a smile and took her hand; Mor squeezed back as if in gratitude. "It's in the past, I'm just glad to be with you now." She nodded. The house was eerily quiet as you looked around. "Where is everyone?"

"They're off doing Rhysands bidding as usual." Her smile faltered for a moment but regained its composure before continuing. "They'll be back soon."

"I missed you. I missed all of you." Mor opened her mouth as if to respond before her gaze traveled toward the far wall behind you. A familiar warmth washed over you like an embrace you'd found yourself in a million times over, a feeling you knew all too well.

"Hello, Darling." The tremble of a familiar voice jolted you. Rhysand stood across the room, head to toe in Ilyrian leathers, wings tucked tightly on his back, and the same breathtaking smirk you'd tried so hard to forget plastered on his too-handsome face. "It's been far too long."

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Left Behind - Hinata x Reader

Y/n thought she had moved on from the pain Hinata caused when he left for Brazil without a word. But when their paths cross years later, old wounds resurface, and she’s forced to confront the heartbreak she worked so hard to bury. This time, she refuses to forgive him, no matter how much it still hurts.

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The day Hinata left had started like any other, and that was what made it hurt the most. There was no warning, no sign that her life was about to fracture. She’d gone about her morning with the lightness that came from knowing she’d see him soon. After all, she always did. His house had been her second home, a place where the door was always open, and his smile was always waiting for her.

But when she knocked, it wasn’t Hinata who answered.

His mother greeted her with the same warmth as always, but there was something off in her expression, a hint of confusion as she said, “Oh, Y/n, I thought you knew. Shōyō’s already left for Brazil.”

For a moment, Y/n simply stared at her, the words not quite registering. Brazil? She managed a weak laugh, certain this was some kind of misunderstanding. “What do you mean? Brazil for what?”

Mrs. Hinata’s confusion deepened. “For volleyball training. He left early this morning. Didn’t he tell you?”

Her world stopped.

Y/n could feel her heartbeat in her ears, her chest tightening as if all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. “He didn’t tell me,” she whispered, the words barely audible.

“Oh,” his mother said softly, her expression shifting to sympathy. “I’m so sorry. He was just so excited about the opportunity. I thought... I thought you knew.”

Y/n nodded mechanically, her body moving while her mind screamed in denial. She said goodbye and walked away, her legs trembling beneath her. As soon as she turned the corner, she collapsed onto a park bench, her hands clutching her head as the realization crashed over her like a tidal wave.

He was gone.

No goodbye. No explanation. Just gone.

The betrayal hit her first, sharp and suffocating. She had been there for him through everything, cheering him on, supporting his dreams, loving him with her whole heart. And yet, when it came to this—when it came to leaving the country, leaving her—he hadn’t thought she deserved to know.

And then came the loneliness. The aching, all-consuming emptiness that hollowed her out from the inside. Hinata had been her sun, the one constant in her world. Without him, everything felt darker, colder.

She went to his house the next day, half-convinced it was all some horrible misunderstanding. Maybe his mother had been wrong, or maybe he’d come back to explain. But the house was quiet, his absence tangible in every corner. She wandered to the gym after that, desperate for something familiar, but the sight of the empty court only deepened the ache in her chest.

She was alone. Truly, completely alone.

Most of her friends from high school had moved on—abroad for college, to other prefectures for work, scattered across places too far for her to reach. The volleyball team she had poured her heart into now felt like strangers. The life she’d built around Hinata crumbled, leaving her with nothing but memories that hurt to recall.

Years passed before the wounds began to heal.

Moving to a new city for university helped. The unfamiliar streets, the different pace of life—it all gave her a chance to rebuild herself from the ground up. It was during this time that she reconnected with Kenma and Kuroo. At first, it was casual, just old acquaintances catching up. But soon, they became her anchors.

Kenma’s quiet presence was a balm for her fractured heart. He never pried, never pushed, but he was always there, a steady comfort on the days when the weight of her loneliness felt unbearable. Kuroo, on the other hand, refused to let her wallow. His teasing banter and relentless optimism pulled her out of her shell, reminding her how to laugh again.

By the time they invited her to help with the exhibition match, she felt steady for the first time in years. She’d built a life she was proud of, found a version of herself that didn’t revolve around anyone else.

And then, she saw him.

It happened in an instant. She was checking rosters near the court, her focus on the clipboard in her hands, when a familiar laugh cut through the air. Her chest tightened reflexively, and she froze, the pen slipping from her fingers. Slowly, almost unwillingly, she turned toward the sound.

And there he was.

Hinata Shōyō, standing across the court, grinning as he talked with Bokuto and Atsumu. He looked older, taller, stronger. His presence was just as magnetic as she remembered, lighting up the room effortlessly.

But all she could feel was the crushing weight of the past rushing back, dragging her to her knees.

It was like she was seventeen again, sitting on that park bench with tears streaming down her face, hearing his mother’s voice echo in her head: “He’s gone to Brazil.”

Her chest ached as if the old wound had been torn open, raw and bleeding once more. She thought she’d healed, thought she’d moved on. But seeing him again proved how fragile her recovery had been. The pain, the longing, the unanswered questions—they all surged back, suffocating her.

Hinata’s eyes finally found hers, and his smile faltered, his expression shifting to something softer, almost hesitant. He took a step toward her, then another, until he was standing in front of her, close enough that she could see the faint freckles on his face.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice quiet, almost reverent. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Her heart twisted painfully. She wanted to scream at him, to demand answers, to tell him how much he’d hurt her. But all she managed was a strained, “I could say the same to you.”

He hesitated, guilt flickering across his face. “I... I’ve missed you.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid. Y/n clenched her fists at her sides, trying to keep her composure as the memories of his departure threatened to overwhelm her.

Before she could respond, Kuroo’s voice called her name from across the court, snapping her out of the moment. She turned away abruptly, forcing herself to walk toward Kuroo, even as her legs felt like they might give out beneath her.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. She avoided Hinata as much as she could, throwing herself into her work. But every time she caught a glimpse of him—his smile, his laugh, the way he moved on the court—it was like a knife to the chest.

When the match ended, Y/n found herself standing outside the venue, staring at the sky as the weight of the day finally caught up to her. She heard footsteps behind her, and she didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“Y/n,” Hinata said softly, his voice carrying the same warmth that had once been her everything. “Can we talk?”

She closed her eyes, bracing herself. She didn’t know if her heart could survive hearing his explanation—or if she could survive without it.

Y/n took a deep breath before turning to face him. His eyes were earnest, searching hers for something she wasn’t sure she could give him. The sight of him so close again—Hinata, the boy who had once been her entire world—made her chest ache.

“What do you want, Hinata?” she asked, her voice sharper than she intended.

He flinched at her tone but didn’t back away. “I just... I need to explain.”

“Explain?” Her laugh was bitter, hollow. “You had years to explain. You had every opportunity to tell me before you left, or even after. But you didn’t.”

Hinata’s shoulders sagged, and for a moment, he looked so small, so unlike the confident person she’d seen on the court. “I know I messed up. I was scared—”

“Scared of what?” she cut him off, her voice rising. “Scared of me? Of telling me the truth? Do you have any idea what it was like for me? To show up at your house, expecting to see you like I always did, only to find out from your mom that you’d gone? To Brazil, of all places? Without a word? Without even a goodbye?”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and she cursed herself for it. She didn’t want him to see how much he still affected her, how deeply the wound still ran.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I thought... I thought it would be easier this way.”

“Easier for who?” she snapped, the anger bubbling up in her chest. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t easier for me. I was left behind, Hinata. Alone. Everyone else had moved on, and I didn’t have anyone to turn to. Do you know how long it took me to even start putting the pieces back together?”

He looked up at her then, his eyes filled with guilt and something else—something she didn’t want to name. “I know I can’t take it back,” he said. “But I want to make it right. I want us to—”

“Don’t.” Her voice was firm, cutting him off. “Don’t you dare say you want us to go back to how things were. Because we can’t. You shattered that the moment you walked away without a word.”

Hinata opened his mouth to respond, but she didn’t give him the chance.

“You don’t get to come back into my life and act like you can fix this,” she said, her voice trembling with the effort to hold herself together. “You made your choice, and I’ve spent years trying to live with it. I don’t owe you forgiveness, and I don’t owe you a second chance.”

The silence that followed was deafening. She could see the pain in his eyes, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, but she didn’t care. She’d spent too long carrying the weight of his absence to let him off the hook now.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

She swallowed hard, her throat tight with unshed tears. “I know you are. But it’s not enough.”

With that, she turned and walked away, her footsteps heavy with the weight of everything she’d left unsaid.

Her internal struggle didn’t end there.

That night, as she sat alone in her apartment, the emotions she’d been holding back came crashing down. She wrapped her arms around herself, the memories of their time together flooding her mind.

She thought of the way he used to look at her, his eyes bright with excitement as he talked about volleyball. The way he’d always make time for her, even when he was exhausted from practice. The way he’d made her feel like she was part of something bigger, something special.

And then she thought of the emptiness that had followed, the endless nights spent wondering why she wasn’t enough for him to stay, or at least to say goodbye.

She had moved on, or at least she’d told herself she had. But seeing him again had ripped open wounds she thought had healed, and now she wasn’t sure how to close them.

As for Hinata, he stood outside the venue long after she’d left.

Her words echoed in his mind, each one a knife to the chest. He had known he’d hurt her, but hearing the depth of her pain, seeing the anger and betrayal in her eyes—it was almost more than he could bear.

He had always been so focused on his dreams, so consumed by the desire to prove himself, that he hadn’t considered what his choices might cost the people he loved. And now, standing there in the aftermath of her rejection, he realized just how much he had lost.

But as much as he wanted to fight for her, to prove that he could be better, he knew it wasn’t his decision to make.

In the weeks that followed, Y/n threw herself back into her work with Kenma and Kuroo. She told herself that she was fine, that she had said everything she needed to say. But late at night, when the world was quiet and her thoughts were loud, she couldn’t stop the memories from creeping in.

She didn’t regret standing her ground. She didn’t regret refusing to forgive him. But she couldn’t deny the ache in her chest, the part of her that still longed for the boy who had once been her everything.

And maybe that was the cruelest part of it all—knowing that she could still love someone who had broken her so completely.

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The night had been a blur of music, flashing lights, and people who didn’t matter. Y/N had spent the evening surrounded by her friends, trying to forget about the one thing that always seemed to haunt her thoughts, the one person who could destroy her with just a glance. Rafe Cameron.

It had been months since they’d last spoken, since the last time he’d shattered her heart into a thousand pieces, but still, every time she closed her eyes, she could feel him. She could feel the weight of his words, the sting of his betrayal, and the way he had walked away like nothing had ever mattered between them.

And yet, here she was, pretending that the night wasn’t tainted by thoughts of him.

The party raged on, but Y/N had long since stopped caring about the laughter, the drinks, the distractions. She was lost in a sea of faces, none of them familiar enough to matter. She could feel her friends’ eyes on her, all of them concerned, but too polite to ask if she was okay. They all knew the story; they all knew what had happened between her and Rafe. And they knew she hadn’t truly moved on.

But she wasn’t ready to face it. Not yet.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at it and froze. The name on the screen was one she had hoped she would never see again.

Rafe

Her heart skipped a beat before the rational part of her brain kicked in. No. She wasn’t going to do this again. She wasn’t going to let him have the power over her that he’d always had. She swiped the notification away without opening it, shoving the phone back in her pocket.

But then, just as she was about to tell herself it didn’t matter, the door to the party swung open, and a familiar figure stepped inside.

Rafe.

The sight of him was like a slap to her chest. He looked disheveled, as if he’d been wandering the streets for hours, the wildness in his eyes a stark contrast to the polished, put together version of himself she had once known. His hair was messy, his face flushed from the alcohol, and he wore that same reckless look she had seen too many times before, like he was chasing something he couldn’t have, and it was tearing him apart.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Y/N," Rafe called out, his voice slurred but desperate. "I need to talk to you."

The room felt like it was spinning around her, her legs suddenly weak beneath her as she tried to steady herself. She hadn’t expected him to show up here, not like this, not after everything that had happened.

But there he was, standing in the doorway like a ghost from her past, and Y/N’s heart betrayed her once again.

The crowd around them went silent, the tension palpable, but Rafe didn’t seem to notice. His eyes were locked on her, like she was the only thing that mattered.

“Please, just hear me out,” he said, stepping closer, his breath stinking of alcohol.

Y/N shook her head, her throat tightening. “Rafe, no. I’m not doing this again.”

“You don’t get it,” he muttered, almost as if he was talking to himself. “I miss you. I miss everything about you. This is a mess. Everything’s been a mess since you left.”

The words hit her like a wave crashing against a jagged rock, and for a split second, Y/N was back there, back in his arms, feeling like maybe, just maybe, things could work out. But then she remembered. She remembered the lies, the betrayal, the way he’d torn her apart without a second thought.

Her breath quickened, and her hands balled into fists at her sides. “You don’t get to do this, Rafe. You don’t get to just show up and pretend everything’s fine. You broke me once, and I’m not going to let you do it again.”

He staggered closer, his eyes clouded with something darker than just alcohol. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N. I was stupid. I was selfish. I-”

“Stop.” Her voice cut through the air, raw with emotion. “You don’t get to apologize anymore. You don’t get to make me feel like I’m the problem, like it was my fault.”

“I’m not trying to blame you,” Rafe insisted, his voice breaking, a flicker of something real crossing his face. “I just-” He paused, seeming to struggle with the words. “I just want you back. I miss you so much, Y/N. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you. Please…”

His words hung in the air between them, sharp and fragile, like glass breaking in slow motion. Every inch of her body screamed at her to walk away, to tell him to leave her alone, to remind him that he had broken her once, and she couldn’t let him do it again.

But there it was again, the pull. The temptation. The echo of the love she had once felt for him.

She knew what would happen. She knew that if she let him back in, he would tear her apart once more. But a part of her, just the smallest, most fragile part, was aching to believe him. Was aching to believe that he was different this time, that maybe, just maybe, he could change.

Her heart wavered as Rafe reached out to touch her arm, his fingers warm against her cold skin. The contact sent a shiver down her spine, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, letting the weight of the past few months wash over her.

“You hurt me, Rafe,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You hurt me in ways I can’t even explain. You made me feel like I wasn’t enough. Like everything we had meant nothing.”

He flinched, his hand falling away as though she had burned him. “I never meant to do that, Y/N. I was stupid. I didn’t know how to handle everything...how to handle us. But I swear, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything to make it right. I’ll prove it to you.”

Her chest tightened with the familiar ache, the remnants of the love she had once felt for him. But deep down, she knew the truth.

Every time she let him back in, he broke her again. Every time he promised to change, he let her down. She had spent so many nights picking up the pieces of her heart, trying to glue it back together, but with each piece, she lost a little more of herself.

And now, standing in front of him, with those same broken promises in his eyes, Y/N realized she couldn’t keep doing this. She couldn’t keep giving him the power to destroy her over and over again.

“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice steady despite the ache in her chest. “I can’t keep letting you in. You’ve broken me too many times. I can’t keep losing myself for you.”

Rafe’s face crumpled, like the weight of her words had physically struck him. “Please, Y/N, don’t-”

But she was already backing away, shaking her head as her heart shattered into a thousand more pieces. “I’m done, Rafe. I’m finally done.”

And as she turned and walked away, she realized that this time, for the first time in forever, she was walking away for herself. Not for him. Not for the promises he never kept. She was walking away because she knew she deserved better than a love that would only ever break her.

She wasn’t going to let him destroy her again.

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Aida’s gaze softened as she took in Leo’s face, the sight of his busted lip and bruised knuckles pulling at her heart. He was hurting, and she could see that much clearly, but the anger she felt still burned fiercely within her. She wanted to scream at him for being reckless, for losing control when he could have walked away. Could have done anything but this. But, instead, she did what she always did when things felt too complicated—she closed the distance between them, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment longer than she expected. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath as she pulled back, still holding his gaze. “For helping… but Leo, you could’ve just walked away, called the police, anything... This was way too much.” Her hands curled into fists at her sides, a flash of frustration still sparking through her, but she refused to let it consume her completely. She had to focus on him right now, not her anger.

The warmth of his body was comforting, but the tension between them was still thick. She felt the sting of fear for him, for what he was capable of when pushed too far. She wasn’t sure where this path would lead them, but she knew she couldn’t just leave him here like this. “I live just down the street,” Aida continued, her voice softening. “Not far from here. Come with me. I want to patch you up.” She reached out, touching his arm gently, her fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt as she tried to meet his eyes. She wasn’t sure if he’d accept, but she had to ask. “Please, Leo. Let me help you. You can also take a shower, clean the blood off you."

Aida took a deep breath, reaching into her purse to pull out the cigarette she’d been holding onto all night. She lit it with a flick of her lighter, the smoke curling up into the cool air as she took a long drag, needing the moment of calm. She exhaled slowly, her eyes closing briefly before she looked at Leo again. “Come on,” she said, the frustration still lingering but now softened by the quiet of the night. “Let’s get you patched up.”

Leo exhaled slowly, the tension in his chest an immovable weight as he met Aida's trembling gaze. The anguish etched on her face was a dagger to his resolve, yet he struggled to articulate the tempest roiling within him. His jaw tightened as he grappled with the words, each one feeling inadequate to bridge the chasm of uncertainty between them. “He crossed a line, Aida” Leo admitted, his voice edged with a vehemence that startled even himself. “I didn’t intend for it to escalate to that extent, but he's a dick” His announced, and he shook his head as though trying to dispel the memory. “I couldn’t just stand by and let him think he could speak to you or touch you like that." He was furious yet Aida’s gentle eyes acted as a soothing balm, tempering his rage. The distant hum of passing cars underscored the crackling tension between them, while the occasional burst of raucous laughter from within the bar punctuated the silence like unwelcome intrusions. 

Leo’s gaze returned to hers, his expression a tapestry of guilt and frustrated contrition. “I never wanted to scare you,” he murmured, his voice softening into something achingly penitential. “I'm sorry.” He swallowed audibly, the gesture betraying the depths of his turmoil as his eyes beseeched her for understanding, the unspoken plea suffusing the charged silence between them. The night air outside the bar was dense, carrying the mingled scents of cigarette smoke and the faint acrid tang of spilled beer. Leo's eyes dropped down to analyse a line of crumpled cigarette butts and discarded flyers clung stubbornly to the curb, the detritus of the city an unsightly border to the bar’s dimly lit facade. He was scared to touch her in case his anger in there had really frightened her.

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The Great Wave - Chapter 3 Review

‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER ‼️

Warning(s): extreme use of foul language.

Aurora is not pregnant.

I don’t believe it for a second, that cow is lying through her teeth. I already mentioned in the second chapter review that she just couldn’t be pregnant because there are three major reasons that easily disprove her claim.

First, it’s the amount of time that passed by. It has been a few months since Season 4 and the manga, around four months to be exact. And yet, Aurora’s stomach appears to be completely flat. How is this possible? Shouldn't there be a visible bump by now?

Second, season 3’s artbook already confirmed that Aurora was a manipulative woman and wanted to reflect it with her design (by having her hair covering one of her eyes) so who’s to say she’s telling the truth right now??

Third, @kilfeur pointed out in this post that if she was pregnant, Armand would not have allowed her to fly high up in the cloudy sky to gain knowledge about the Eliatrope goddess' eliaculus. Armand was already worried about Aurora when she went up, and the thought of her flying high while carrying their future child would have made him refuse the idea entirely, as he feared it could put their unborn child in danger.

So yeah, this skank is clearly lying her ass off just to manipulate the sadidas so that they could take her side. She’s so fucking petty omg I cannot deal with her. And her father is even worse my god wipe that ugly ass smile off your face you fatass.

This man clearly wants power that’s outside his kingdom. He just wants more even if it doesn’t belong to him and it painfully shows because he won’t stop making this fart face.

But it’s okay because as soon as Amalia opens her mouth, he immediately stops looking like a dumbass and immediately FROWNS because he knows she’s spitting FACTS.

And this is the only reason why I loved this moment. Amalia literally put him in his place and shut him up.

Amalia on the first panel: “What right do you return after you have shamelessly abandoned us? The osamodas kingdom, the nations of Bonta, Brakmar, Amakna, Astrub…”

Amalia on the second panel: “We asked you to come help us!”

Amalia on the third panel: “BUT NO ONE CAME! It was the future of the world that was at stake, not just the Sadida Kingdom!!!”

LIKE YES GIRL YES FUCKING DESTROY THIS OLD WASTE OF SPACE!!!

She literally dragged him on the fucking floor with all these facts omg I can’t she’s such a queen I love her so much. 💖💖

But then, instead of just taking it all like a good boy, this old bag of furry bones only had one thing to say and it was:

Osamodas blue cow king: “You give honor to your egocentrism, Amalia…”

Bruh what.

What are you talking about, you crusty old bat?

She drops so many facts and events that happened and this guy’s only comeback is “you’re being selfish 🥺😡”. Like what the fuck was even that???

Dude if you’ve got nothing to say, then don’t say anything but don’t just blurt out the first thing that comes out of your mouth??? Like what??

This is the equivalent of a detective who presented all the proofs that you committed the crime and the only thing you have to say is “your mama”.

Then, as if things couldn’t get any worse for this guy, he says:

Osamodas blue cow king: “My soldiers would have beat these creatures just as efficiently as yours.”

Oh yeah, where were they then, you fucking liar??? The worst part about this is that you didn’t even try hiding the fact that you would’ve been ‘ready’ but you’re so dumb you have no idea how brain-dead that makes you sound right now. You’re saying you could’ve sent your men BUT YOU DIDN’T DO SHIT. WHAT’S WORSE IS THAT YOU KNEW THE SADIDAS NEEDED HELP CUZ UR STUPID DAUGHTER FLED TO GO BACK TO YOU.

Also didn’t you once claim that Armand’s army was weaker than yours but then all of a sudden you’re now saying that your army could’ve beat the necromes like theirs did???

(oh oop- Armand don’t kill him yet 😭)

Bitch doesn’t even know what he’s talking about anymore. I doubt he even knows wtf he’s saying half the time.

Are you dumb???? Are you actually suffering from constipation????

You’re implying that you were free to help and that you knew they needed help. YOU’RE INDIRECTLY SAYING THAT YOU KNEW AND DIDN’T HELP DESPITE HAVING THE TIME TO DO SO.

While the old fart is yapping, Yugo’s face is just so 🫤😑 I’ve been staring at this panel for 2 minutes now and I love how fucking out of it he looks while listening to the cow 😭 Actually, I’m not even sure if he’s listening, I think he’s just hearing him from one ear but it all goes out on the other side. He looks like a god who’s about to squash an annoying ass ant lol

He’s literally like “is this bitch fr?”

Like Yugo is 100% confident to say that the osamodas king had no idea what the hell he was talking about when he thought his troops and he would’ve been able to fight off the necromes.

Yugo: “You have absolutely no idea what we saved you from!”

Yugo’s making that face cuz he knows the king has no clue what he’s barking about. (Also can’t Yugo just use his wakfu sensing abilities to check if Aurora is actually carrying another twelvian?? Or is he not able to do that because an unborn child does not have wakfu yet?) Little blue bro doesn’t know what necromes even are cuz Yugo never told him about them so how the hell was he supposed to know if his men would’ve stood a chance???? No seriously is this cow okay? Why is he talking? Is he talking just for the sake of talking?? Is he that self-conscious that he’ll make up lies on the spot just to protect his image??? The cow king doesn’t even know that the necromes had a leader. Yugo and Amalia are dealing with a fucking grown-ass child omg.

Osamodas blond cow: “I left because I made the promise to my dear Armand.”

This is a lie. Armand never heard of any promise. An analysis conducted by @geekgirles even indicated otherwise, supporting that the claim made by Aurora was fake. According to the analysis, Aurora was more inclined towards her family than her new life with Armand, and the claim that he made any promises to her was baseless. If you wish to read the detailed analysis conducted by @geekgirles on this matter, you can find all of it in this post.

I’ll now explain to you, in my own words, why her bullshit is hot donkey ass. Keep in mind that the whole reason why she left was to protect “the child” aka “the future heir”. As I said before, Aurora couldn’t have promised Armand anything because he knew she still held a bit too much on her osamodas family. From what we’ve seen, Aurora had the time to go back to the Osamodas kingdom to check up on them because of the eliaculus in the skies, had sided with her osamodas family during the meeting with the eliatrope goddess, had tried to marry off Amalia to one of her brothers and cousin, deliberately brought some of her relatives to Armand’s coronation to….stand around, and even keeps her father around in the Sadida kingdom when he should either be ruling his own kingdom or go back to his cave. Armand is not a moron. He knows that she constantly brings her own family to a place that doesn’t need them. So when he’s about to sacrifice his life unbeknownst to Amalia, he tells her this:

“The future is yours.”

Armand had passed the torch to Amalia.

It's worth noting that this is a crucial moment because he chooses not to pass the leadership to his own wife, Aurora. This decision is based on the fact that Aurora is heavily influenced by her family and is unable to make independent choices. At the same time, he also chooses not to give it to someone else who is just as important.

And that is the imaginary baby that Aurora is carrying.

Remember that the baby doesn't exist, and that's an important fact to keep in mind. Armand, who still loves Aurora, doesn't trust her enough to give her the leading role, or any role for that matter, especially not one that involves a child they could potentially have together. Instead, he gave the role to his sister. Aurora knows this and is fully aware that her promise to him was never even a thing. In Armand’s mind, it wouldn't have mattered if she ran away because he never intended to give her a part of the kingdom’s responsibilities in the first place, even though her getting away like that would have hurt his heart.

And Aurora is over here saying that her dad will help her lead the sadidas while she’s pregnant, girl sit your ass down no one called for you. Hoe thought she was in the same group as freaking warriors, shut up. You clearly want your father to rule for a much longer time literally wtf.

Osamodas blond cow: “During my pregnancy, my father will help me lead the kingdom…and I also count on him to train the future heir.”

It's concerning that her explanation might make sense to the sadidas. I'm not sure how she managed it, but that skank made it sound like her father would automatically assist her in ruling the Sadida Kingdom (despite them being Osamodas) since she would be pregnant and without aid due to Armand's demise. And after her baby would be born, her father would train him under his guidance to make him become strong and successful. She made it sound like a simple plan with no problems attached to it. She hasn’t even mentioned if the “baby” was an osamodas or a sadida. She only mentioned the gender, that the baby was a male (in French, when she calls the unborn child “the heir” she says it by using male pronouns).

Hey, Aurora what happens when your lie doesn’t work anymore because your stomach will still stay flat after eight months? You’re gonna tell the people that you swallowed the baby or something? That it fell down? What happens when you can’t keep up with your lie anymore?? Huh? Ever thought about that, you dumb bitch?

I have an idea, Amalia: how about you throw Aurora to the other side of the world and then try to get yourself pregnant by using Yugo so that you can also have a better reason to stay? Or better yet, you can tell her to prove her pregnancy because again, HER STOMACH IS FLATTER THAN A WASHBOARD AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS. Make her suffer from her lie and try to make her work hard for it.

You know when a dog lifts his tail and head up while he’s walking away from something cuz it shows just how sassy and confident they are? I see no difference with this crappy blue cow ‘family’ except that it ain’t cute when they do it.

They just ignored everything Amalia and Yugo said, looked the other way from every proof and situation that they were currently in, and only brought out Aurora’s pregnancy as a trashy uno reverse card, then decided to dip out before blurting out that they were gonna wait NEXT TO ARMAND’S FUCKING TREE GRAVE SO AMALIA CAN PREPARE HER STUFF TO LEAVE.

Osamodas blonde cow: “We are going to pray at Armand’s grave tree, while you make your arrangements.”

The fucking nerve to say that.

I don’t give a shit if she’s crying while saying it, this bitch is supposed to be a professional manipulator.

She and her family have no shame whatsoever. They genuinely thought they did something there. The only thing they had as “leverage” against Amalia and Yugo was Aurora’s stupid “pregnancy”. And even if she was actually carrying Armand’s kid (for whatever reason), her reason would still be shit cuz Armand already declared in his final hour that Amalia was going to take his role.

Osamodas blond cow: “Your presence here is no longer desired, sister-in-law. Just do what you’ve always done…Go explore the world!”

Like-

Who are you???

Blond cow had the audacity to exist.

Not only do we know that the royal osamodas family are liars and manipulators, but we also now know that they’re complete dumbasses for even wanting to rule the Sadida kingdom of all kingdoms. The Sadida kingdom is not built like theirs. The Sadida culture and its customs are extremely different and very much the opposite of the Osamodas since these two races are polar opposites. The Sadidas care about plant life while the Osamodas care about wildlife. It would be extremely hard for the osamodas to fully accept a culture that preaches everything that opposes what they preach. Not only that, but the Sadida kingdom is the literal embodiment of nature. If anything tries to hit its source no matter how big or small, then there would be dire consequences to the entire ecosystem of the world. The Tree of Life is such a big deal in fact that Armand even nicknames it “the lungs of this world”.

And to protect it, you not only need to be one with nature, but that also means you need a SADIDA to guard it which is a person that can literally SPEAK FOR THE TREES. Aurora you NEED Amalia, not only because she’s a Sadida, but because she’s also a royal AND has the strongest connection to the tree more than any other sadidas. You’re not just ruling a kingdom, you’re taking care of the world’s core.

And Aurora’s father doesn’t seem to understand that very important detail. When Armand reveals to him that the sadida kingdom keeps getting targeted at all times because it represents the lungs of the world, this fucking dumbass cow thinks that it’s because the sadidas are weak and can’t protect their own home which is why it keeps getting attacked.

Aurora’s father is such an idiot that he doesn’t even understand why the kingdom is so precious when he’s just been TOLD THE ANSWER DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIS FUCKING FACE.

At this point, even a iop would get it. BECAUSE THE PERCEDAL FAMILY ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD THE ASSIGNMENT-

This is why imagining an osamodas ruling the Sadida kingdom is a literal death sentence. Because an osamodas, someone who only takes care of beasts, shouldn’t be able to properly take care of the sacred tree that links every single living plant in the world. For fuck sake, Aurora, why do you think they call it “the Tree of LIFE”?????

If the Tree of Life doesn’t have a proper guardian (aka A FUCKING SADIDA), then it dies. And if it dies, that means the ecosystem dies. Aurora, you dumb blond, let me explain it in osamodas language: if every green that you see outside disappears, that means that your stupid animals won’t be able to properly eat, shit, reproduce, drink, breathe, and live. And yes, Aurora that last one also means that they won’t have a surface to walk on, aka death.

You don’t have a brain because you keep listening to your egocentric manipulative fat father every time he opens his mouth and you keep making constipated decisions without thinking about the later outcomes because you think you’re in control of the situation.

The only thing you can do, and I’m being generous here by giving you a “talent”, is to shut the fuck up and sit there looking pretty. You did a good job doing that in Season 4 and I want you to do that again. And while you’re at it, go make me a sandwi-

Not only does Aurora need Amalia, the sadida who has the strongest link to the Tree of Life, but the Osamodas king also needs Yugo. I’m not sure why these blue people didn’t catch the fact that there’s a gigantic ass necrome dragon that’s only been PARALYZED and is currently standing in the fucking Sadida Kingdom’s backyard. The dragon is very easy to spot and the only reason why Yugo still keeps the eliatrope dofus on him at all times is to prepare himself for when the dragon gets out of this state. Because yes, Armand did beat him, but he didn’t kill him. Again, you are not able to kill a necrome. If the royal Osamodas family somehow takes hold of the Sadida kingdom, how the fuck are they gonna beat a fucking dragon, one of the most powerful fucking entities of this world who also had been necrofied to NEVER FUCKING DIE??? The osamodas cow king never saw a necrome, never beat a necrome, doesn’t know how it became a necrome, and doesn’t know where it comes from. Since he doesn’t know shit about the necromes, how is he gonna be able to fight a fucking necrome DRAGON?????

Sweeties, do you get it now?

Staying in the Sadida kingdom isn’t for power-hungry clowns. Staying in the Sadida kingdom means that you’ve gambled with your life more than once and you know the taste of adventure and combat. Staying there means knowing that your life can be taken away from you by either the enemies who try to take the literal lungs of the world, or the paralyzed undead dragon who can wake up at any time if he simply wanted to.

You bozos NEED Yugo and Amalia to the point where you can’t even be the ones to stay there, let alone own the place. You can’t stay there because there is so much to keep guard of, to be aware of, and to be ready for. The sadidas have practiced this dance for centuries now and they’ll keep doing it even harder because of an additional menace that is living on their grounds, the dragon being that very threat. Now, not only do the sadidas have to be vigilant of the outside, but they also have to be vigilant of the inside.

So yeah, the royal osamodas are a goofy ass family and I hate the circus.

(i love how the French commentaries on Allskreen and the Krosmoz app are clowning this family lol everyone understood the assignment)

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

every couple of years I remember that julie plec made a character tell another character that “he was your first love, I intend to be your last” and then just fucked me personally over forever?? by not having them end up together?? ever??

[magical-xirl-4]

Shugo Chara is SO GOOD at doing slice of life. The kids hang out by going to the beach, they go shopping or go to a concert, they organise parties and events, Amu spends a day out with her family at the park, she helps her mum at the market, or she goes shopping by herself (though still accompanied by her chara’s), and it feels SO GOOD to watch them do stuff like this because it reminds you of when you were a kid, OR, when you were reading/watching it as a kid, it somewhat reflected your life and made you feel really connected with all the characters and think “hey, I’ve done this”.

Even if you didn’t do most of the things they did, it felt like you could, like you were really hanging out with kids your age and going out and being all mature. They do all of this while magical beings are hanging out with them too, but they are also individual characters with personalities that at the same time, are personally connected to you.

This is why I’ve always wanted an episode where Amu just does mundane things like going to the hairdresser. Or heck even a chapter or episode where she celebrates her birthday with all her friends.

Shugo Chara has always made the mundane seem special and fun, which is why I used to think about it A LOT when I was a child and going out with family or friends. “Amu would do this, she would speak like these to her chara’s, etc.”

I still think about it sometimes like that. It’s basically why it’s my favourite story of all time; because it feels so down to earth.

[ghostcond]

i killed the boss and a second morganthe appeared

[daydreamerdrew]

The Savage She-Hulk (1980) #1

[ghstslut]

my cousin's friend got rid of all the stuff we had set aside at my aunt's house and all the stuff my cousin didn't even get to go thru yet and i'm so fucking pissed