#if i was allowed to just talk freely bro....

[elegyofthemoon]

i feel like i just need to make friends tags on here LIKE i have a "friends tag" when im just uglycrying about friends here and there but i just meant individual tags for each friend :< but there are so many of you...

[lovelyrotter]

fellow fictives my babes my darlings i am BEGGING YOU to stop tagging your very personal stuff with ships relating to your fictive-shape and then start talking about whether or not you ''condone'' these ships entirely purely based on your personal comfort as if youre talking about law. do what you want with your own irl body and relationships. you are not part of shipping. you are a real person. i am BEGGING YOU PERSONALLY to not partake in the crossing of these lines

[chibinasuu]

The Lady at Baratie | バラティエのお嬢さん

From One Piece Novel: Straw Hat Stories by Ōsaki Tomohito

❗IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER❗

This is not my story. I just translated the original story written by Ōsaki Tomohito (大崎知仁) from Japanese into English. This is Sanji’s storyline that was included in One Piece Novel: Straw Hat Stories, but didn’t make it into the One Piece Fan Letter episode. It was first published in One Piece Magazine vol. 2, which is where I got the original text from for this translation. 

This is just a fan translation. I am not a native Japanese speaker (or a native English speaker, for that matter) nor am I a professional translator. My credential is as far as a JLPT N2 certificate, so please forgive any inaccuracies or awkwardness in the translation.

I’d be thrilled if you share this by reblogging within tumblr, but I'd appreciate it if you don’t copy and repost, or share this translation outside of this website.

Now, on to the story. Enjoy!

──── I ──── 

An apéritif of sparkling wine to stimulate the appetite, then an appetizer of dry-cured ham and fruits. Delicious, as expected. The second course was a seafood tomato soup, with just the perfect touch of acidity. 

If you shift your gaze out the window, a view of the cloudless sky and the calm sea spread out before you, which, coupled with the distant call of the seagulls, soothes the heart that had been worn down by life on solid land.

Good food, good location. Yes, it had been a long time since I visited the Baratie, but it really was incomparable!

However, there was one little thing holding me back from freely enjoying myself today. 

That one little thing, was sitting right before me. 

“Hmm, yes, this place is quite alright, isn’t it? The way I see it, the alcohol and ingredients they use here are not half bad either. But, you see, there’s this other restaurant I know which I would rather recommend to you. Well, it is fairly more high-end than this place, yes, but I happen to know the owner. So, if you would like to visit, I can make a reservation straight away...”

“Oh yes, I see… Is that right?” I threw in some offhand responses at appropriate times as he rambled on. Behind the cover of a napkin, I let out a deep sigh. 

This man, who had only been excessively talking about himself, was my companion for today’s meal (to emphasize, this was not a date, just a meeting over a meal). I wasn’t even sure anymore how I first met him – I think he probably approached me at a party, or something like that. Ever since then, he had been endlessly persistent in asking me out for a meal, even after I refused him every single time. I admit it was my mistake that I finally gave up and said okay this time.

Since I wasn’t looking forward to the meal in the first place anyway, I thought at the very least I should be allowed to choose the restaurant myself. So, I made a reservation at the floating restaurant “Baratie”, which I had recently been visiting less and less due to my busy schedule. Today happened to be the day of that reservation.

The man had his hair slicked back with a heavy coat of styling gel. A gold handkerchief was tucked in the front pocket of his bright, crimson suit. How do I say it, everything about this guy was just gaudy. Loud. And although he had been running his mouth off the whole time, all he talked about was,

“There’s this singer that I know—“

“There’s this building that I own—“

“There’s this dog I got that costs six hundred thousand berries a head—“

Me, me, me. It was a never-ending onslaught of boastful speeches about himself. I wished I could put him on mute just by pressing those flashy cufflinks of his. 

My rare chance to dine at the Baratie – my long-overdue meal at the Baratie had lost half its charms with Mr. Fancy-haired Narcissist over here as my dining companion. 

Right now, a monologue about “this movie starring my bro’s wife’s sister” was taking place in front of me. I put on my imaginary earplugs and shut out the noise, deciding to focus on my meal instead. 

It was then that I realized. The Baratie was unusually quiet today – well, aside from this self-absorbed prick sitting before me. After taking a quick, casual look around the restaurant, I figured out the reason why. 

Just as I thought. He wasn’t here. 

That waiter, always in his black suit with a cigarette hanging between his lips… No, not a waiter. I believe he called himself the sous chef.

Sanji was nowhere to be seen today.  

Beyond his cooking skills, he was infamous at the Baratie for being a notorious skirt-chaser who was always indiscriminately hitting on all the female customers. As for myself, it wasn’t just once or twice that I was on the receiving end of Sanji’s flirting. 

And just so you know, it wasn’t just three or four times either. 

“Oh, what a beautiful lady! It’s your first time here, isn’t it? Hm, did you come alone today? That won’t do. Shall I accompany you for a glass of wine after your meal?”

“This sherbet – you better eat it quick before it melts from the heat of my passion for you.”

“Oh, you’re a fashion designer? Then, maybe I should ask you to design a suit for me! Could you take my measurements now? Should I take my clothes off? Should I strip down?”

He was pompous, and foolish, and perverted. But, somehow, he was also the kind of man that was just impossible to hate. 

On top of that, this Sanji was also famous for the strength of his legs. 

All kinds of customers dine at the Baratie, not excluding rude and bad-mannered ones. If a customer’s ill behavior went too far, Sanji would deliver a powerful kick to their table, or even to the patrons themselves. I had only seen it once. A huge drunk man, who was loudly making a scene and even reaching out to steal food from a neighboring table, fell victim to Sanji’s leather shoes and ended up sprawled on the floor, “If you could please kindly shut the fuck up, Sir.” 

Well, if he wasn’t here, then he wasn’t here. But for me, who he always flirted with every time I came here, a Baratie without Sanji just felt like it was lacking something. 

“...and that’s how it is! Funny, right?”

Mr. Fancy-haired Narcissist was leering at me with a smug look on his face, and I instinctively leaned back. Danger, danger. It took everything in me not to jab my fork into his forehead.

His story seemed to have reached its punchline, and he was waiting for my reaction. 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear a shit of what you just said,” was what I would’ve liked to tell him. 

But in reality, all I could say to him was, “Right. So funny. Hahaha…”

──── II ──── 

“Some customers really have no manners,” Mr. Fancy-haired Narcissist grumbled upon returning from the restroom.

“There was a customer smoking at the table over there. I think smoking while eating ruins the taste of the food, and to boot, it’s just a nuisance to the other customers. If you ask me, people who smoke are the biggest of idiots. You think so too, don’t you?”

“Yes, well…”

“That’s a reasonable opinion, but if you ask me, that nasty cologne you’re wearing smells just as bad as the smoke! It’s so bad that I want to dunk you with seawater right now just to get rid of it!” 

But of course, I could only say that in my mind.

We had just finished the main dish of our full course meal (Sautéed Elephant Bluefin Tuna in Olive Oil – so rich and delicious), and now, dessert had just been served. All that was left was for us to enjoy the lingering sensation of a good meal over a coffee or a digestif… or at least we were supposed to. But with this Fancy-haired Narcissist sitting before me, my patience was quickly running out. 

This won’t do. I need a change of scene.

“Oh, going to the restroom? Take your time.”

As I placed my napkin on the chair and stood up, the self-absorbed prick gave me a wink. I gave him a reluctant smile in return (while inside, I stuck my tongue out at him), and left my seat. 

Instead of going to the restroom, I went out to the deck instead, thinking I might try to find Sanji there. But, as expected, he was nowhere to be found either. 

As I leaned against the railing and listened to the whistle of a distant merchant ship, I wished I could just stay out here for the rest of the day, feeling the wind on my skin. The gentle sea breeze carried my sigh away. Out of the blue, a shadow appeared on my left, accompanied by a telltale clunk. 

A ridiculously long chef’s hat, a braided beard. The clunk I heard was the sound of a prosthetic leg hitting the deck. Zeff, the owner and head chef of the Baratie, was standing next to me. We had exchanged casual greetings a few times before. Zeff had his arms crossed and was staring off into the distance with a sour look on his face.  

“Are you on your break?” 

I didn’t know why I spontaneously called out to him — maybe I was just longing for a conversation that wasn’t shallow and superficial like the ones I’d been having all day. 

Zeff answered while still gazing at the ocean, “No, I just needed to check something.”

“Check something?”

“Yes. I have to feel the wind – whether it is dry or humid, warm or cold – to determine the way we should prepare the food today.” 

“You can’t make good food just by staying locked up in the galley,” Zeff said with a small laugh. “You on a date, young miss? Seems like you came here with a man.”

“Uh, well, you know,” I stammered. I wanted to explain that it wasn’t a date, just a meeting over a meal, but the words couldn’t quite come out. As more seconds ticked by, even if I gave any additional explanation, it would have just come across as unconvincing. So I didn’t, and asked him a question instead.

“Is Sanji-san taking a day off today?”

“Sanji?”

Zeff glanced at me, “Well if it’s him you’re looking for, I’m afraid he ain’t here. He’s out – to find the All Blue.”

“All Blue?”

When I blinked in confusion, Zeff faintly smiled and explained, “Young miss, you don’t read the papers much, do you? That brat Sanji, he’s a pirate now. He’s in Straw Hat Luffy’s crew – that kid who wants to become the King of the Pirates. Ever heard of him?”

The Straw Hat Pirates. The name seemed familiar, but I didn’t know much about them. I was honestly surprised. Who would’ve thought that playboy would end up becoming a pirate?

“So, Sanji-san won��t be coming here for a while then?” 

“Yeah, I guess he won’t. Not until the Straw Hats’ adventures reach its end, at least.” 

“Oh, I see…”

Even I was taken aback at how low-spirited my reply sounded. Flustered, I tried to regain a lighthearted tone, “Everyone must miss him now that he’s gone, no? Sanji-san was a very lively person, wasn’t he?”

“Miss him? Don’t be stupid.”

Zeff laughed. “It’s actually a relief that the foolish eggplant is gone. He was just a walking, overdressed nuisance after all.”

His description made me burst into laughter. I certainly got the feeling that wherever Sanji went, trouble would follow. 

“And yet,” Zeff said as he stepped away from the railing, “That brat is still causing trouble for us even after he’s gone.”

“Even after he’s gone?” I asked, but Zeff was already heading toward the door leading to the inside of the restaurant without saying another word.

──── III ──── 

When I finally returned to my seat, I was met with a surprise. 

“Um… what is this?”

“My feelings. Accept it, won’t ya?”

On top of the table, his feelings – a ring adorned with a large jewel – sat in its case, glaring at me. 

“Ah, there’s no particular deep meaning behind it or anything! I just want to commemorate this first day with you, since I’m looking forward to spending more wonderful times with you from now on.” 

Then, he winked.

No. No, no, no. I pressed my hand to my forehead and hung my head.  

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you so happy that you cried? Oooh, I’m in trouble!”

No, that wasn’t it! I could only shake my head.

On the first date (or rather, first meal together), he suddenly gifted me a ring. Moreover, the ring was so bulky it could probably be used as a weapon. Oh, hell no. I can’t take this anymore – this ring, and this man too. 

A memory suddenly popped up into my tired, dejected mind – of a different “jewel” that Sanji had given me some time ago. 

Once when I came here for lunch, due to a slip-up, the wine I ordered that was listed as available on the menu turned out to be out of stock. At that time, Sanji offered me a complimentary Fruit Macedonia as a token of apology. 

“I hope you’ll accept this. Although this can’t possibly compare with your radiance and vibrance–”

His flattery aside, the Macedonia he brought over to me – garnished with a waft of smoke from his cigarette – was of the highest luxury. From the glassware and the way it was presented, to the vibrant colors of the fruits – it was like looking at a box of jewels. 

I couldn’t help but compare the “jewel” that had captivated me at that time, and the jewel that was currently glittering on the table before me. The prices of those two jewels must have been in very different leagues, but so were the impressions they left on my heart. 

“You’re gonna accept this, right?”

He gave me a look that clearly expected me to, as he waited for my answer.

I took a deep breath as I prepared to firmly set things straight with him, “Well, I–” but my voice was drowned out by a sudden loud bang of a door being kicked open. 

The group that stormed into the restaurant was instantly recognizable as pirates at first glance. Their sunburned faces were crooked with vicious looks, and every one of them was carrying weapons. The customers seated by the door screamed and scattered at the sudden intrusion, which had the cooks rushing out of the kitchen. 

“What is it? What’s happening?”

“Is it a raid?”

Leading the charge was a cook with a twisted headband around his shaved head and another cook with sunglasses on. 

Patty and Carne. I only knew their names because I’d seen Sanji argue with those two countless times before. 

“Ughh… Haaa…”

I was wondering what made that trembling sound when I realized that it was the self-absorbed prick beside me. The poor guy’s face was drained of color, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly like a fish out of water, and he’d fallen halfway off his chair. 

Oh, but it sure was strange. I was quite certain he told me some kind of heroic tale earlier about how “I did boxing when I was a kid, and I once KO’d three, no, I think it was seven, pirates at once.” 

There were roughly a dozen pirates in the group, and a man with a mohawk, who seemed to be the captain, kicked over a nearby table and yelled, “Cooks! Bring me all the food and booze you have! Now!”

Then, with a grin, he continued, “Don’t try to put up a pointless resistance. I already knew, see? That crazy strong bastard Sanji isn’t here anymore, right?”

“If he ain’t here then so what, you son of a bitch!”

“That lousy cook had no fighting skills to begin with!”

Patty and Carne yelled in return, brandishing their giant pitchforks. 

The sea of cooks parted at the clunking of Zeff’s prosthetic leg. He stepped forward slowly, snorting at the sight of the pirates, “Hmph. Some thugs again? How bothersome. Did you think you could easily take on Baratie now that Sanji’s not here?”

“Oh look, it’s Red-Leg Zeff. What can a senile, old ex-pirate do, huh?”

Mohawk Man’s remark was bold, but for just a moment, a hint of fear was apparent in his voice and expression. No one could deny that the Owner’s presence sure was intimidating. 

At that moment, I also realized the meaning of his puzzling words from earlier, how he said that Sanji still brought trouble even after he was gone.  

Long story short, it seemed like these types of scoundrels would frequently come and attack Baratie, taking advantage of Sanji’s absence. It must be a pain to deal with these good-for-nothings, who may not even have dared come if Sanji had been here. 

Zeff continued, “If you’re here as a paying customer, then I’ll bring you as much food and booze as you’d like. If not, then get lost.” 

“Oh, I’ll pay… with this,” Mohawk Man said, drawing a pistol from his belt. 

“I see how it is.” Zeff nodded and commanded the cooks standing by, “Please escort him out, boys.”

The Owner’s words acted as a signal, and with a battle cry, the cooks clashed with the pirates. 

──── IV ──── 

The skirmish was over in no time at all. 

I didn’t know whether it was because the pirates were weak or the cooks were strong, or maybe it was both, but within a matter of minutes, all of the pirates were taken out and thrown overboard into the ocean like rotten leftover ingredients. 

Ah, by the way, Mr. I-KO’d-Seven-Pirates snatched the ring and skedaddled as soon as the battle started. I didn’t get the chance to say “See you never!” to him in the end, but oh well. 

The cooks were no strangers to fighting, and they were also used to putting the restaurant back together in the aftermath. Efficiently, they worked to replace the broken tables and chairs with new ones. It’s not as if I wanted to thank them for the spectacle or anything, but I found myself also helping to put the knocked-over tables back up. 

Then, I heard Zeff’s voice, “Apologies, young miss. What a pity that your nice date got ruined.”

I turned around and smiled at him, “No worries. I was planning to never see him again after today anyway. Besides, I was lucky to be able to witness Baratie’s famous ‘fighting cooks’ before my very eyes.” 

Zeff chuckled, “Hmph, you’ve got a lot of guts, young lady. It must be hard to find a man that can match up to you.”

I was about to make a joke about how I doubt such a man actually exists, when a face suddenly popped into my mind – a certain chain-smoking sous chef.

That’s ridiculous, I shook my head, but the image had planted itself in my head and refused to leave.

My heart beat just a little bit faster. 

Zeff continued, “Well, this is the Baratie. Stuff like this will definitely happen again in the future. Anyhow, make sure to bring a tougher fellow with you next time.”

“Hm, I wonder. I don’t think any man will be coming with me next time, though.” 

Then – a little surprised at my own boldness – I added mysteriously,

“The man won’t be coming with me. After all, I’ll be meeting him here, at the restaurant.” 

Zeff tilted his head in confusion, but I didn’t indulge him with any further explanation.

☆ translator notes:

I want to stress that not everything here was a literal word-for-word translation. I did take some liberties with some of the translations since Japanese is a very nuanced and complex language, of which lots of vocabulary and grammar do not have a direct English equivalent. But, of course, I tried to remain as faithful as possible to the source material. 

One of the things I contemplated the most was how to translate the lady’s nickname for her “date”. The lady, in her inner monologue, always referred to the unnamed man as 「おれ様オールバック」 (ore-sama allback) or 「おれ様」 (ore-sama). 

Wikipedia translates 「おれ様」 (ore-sama) to “my esteemed self”. Basically, it’s a personal pronoun that indicates extreme arrogance and self-centeredness. The man did not use this personal pronoun himself – he just used 「おれ」 (ore) throughout the story – but the lady here is mocking him for his self-centeredness. The translation I decided on for “ore-sama allback” was “Mr. Fancy-haired Narcissist” (“allback” means slicked-back hair, referring to the man’s hairstyle), while I translated “ore-sama” to “self-absorbed prick”. 

They were pretty liberal translations because I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how to convey those phrases in English, but I hope that was an okay interpretation!

[cattynamie]

How they admitted their feelings for you!~

Characters! : Idia Shroud, Leona Kingscholar.

Author's note : This is the first time for me writing all these characters! (And in general ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙) So please bear with me in case I make some mischaracterizations (is that how you write that? Probably not) accidentally, any notes or positive criticism will be very well welcomed <3

Warnings : Just SFW, everyone is allowed to read freely!! Also the reader is a third-year with no pronouns (as far as I'm aware) one mention of grim But!! The reader can or can not be Yuu! The choice is up to you (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

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Idia shroud.

"A-A WHAT!?"

You didn't even speak to him in person; what you did was worse. (For him)

You've been wanting to know Idia Shroud better as soon as you found out (Ortho might or might not have gave you a hint on how his older brother feels about you, *cough cough*) that THE Idia shroud was...."kind of" into you.

¿Did you knew? No. ¿Did Idia gave you certain signals to make you realize? Yes.

But... The thing is, Idia's signals are very.... Ermmm... Inefficient.

Of course, you've got to give it to him that he makes an effort to "talk" to you. (He's doing it once a week through his tablet.)

And the one time your phone broke (courtesy of Grim who wanted to look for good tuna brands online.) Idia personally made sure to fix AND put new features into it. (bro's acting as if he didn't use this as a chance to register his number into your phone.)

And suddenly, you're getting messages from this unknown number??? Oh, they're- okay.qq they're asking you if you have an certain RPG game? (Idia knows that you already do, he checked himself) Which is might creepy, if I may say...

Oh, but soon enough, you found out that it's Idia! So it's okay. Just don't ask him how he got your number.

And since you already knew he liked you and you may or may not have a slight liking for him too, you decided to spend some "quality time" (you're both staying up late to play together) with Idia.

So the following weeks after classes, you both have been playing this one game together from the start, leveling up at the same time and finding about the story together. (Idia has already finished the game at least two times but created a whole new account just to be at your level ;))

And he's so..... Different? Sometimes you wonder if he's being impersonated... But to your doubts, he gets confident enough (with a LOT of hyping himself up and from his brother) to ask you if you want to phone call while you play. (Bro just starts dumping the whole FNAF lore to you as you both play)

You two have spent HOURS playing together on a daily basis, and as Idia becomes more and more comfortable talking to you, (to the point where he talks and THEN thinks) He accidentally admits that he likes you. How??? Well, you just had to get on his nerves.

There was this one part of the game that, no matter what, you simply couldn't get through. Which made Idia ANXIOUS because he wanted to get to the exciting part quickly, (just to see how you would react to it) but he still waited for you like he lovesick loser he is.

In your defense, you tried EVERYTHING. Watching YouTube gameplays, following the game's instructions, following IDIA'S instructions... You just... Couldn't do it.

And you got into Idia's NERVES. You could practically see how his character was fuming with anticipation too.

"Ugh... How did I manage to like a normie like you...." (Was the last sentence you heard from him before he disappeared for DAYS)

"You... You what?"

Idia has NEVER logged off so fast in his LIFE.

Bro practically ghosted you after that 💀💀.

No matter how many messages you sent on a daily basis, or how you tried to approach his floating tablet, or EVEN when you tried to go to his room, he had guards everywhere to make sure that you didn't get closer. (They politely scorted you out everytime you tried to sneak in <3) He would always get away from you to avoid any kind of confrontation.

So you just did what you had to do.

Knowing Idia had cameras EVERYWHERE on NRC, you had to memorize the spots so he couldn't see you while trying to reach his tablet. Not to mention you also memorized the days he "does" attend to classes and when he does not.

You decided that THIS was the day where you finally confront Idia about it.

So, after a lot of planning and before hand practice, (Extra laps on Vargas's class.)

You skipped a whole potionlongy class (Wich Crewel was, in fact, NOT happy about) Just to make your plan work. And as Idia was rushing out of his classroom in his tablet, you practically TACKLE IT with the strength you didn't know you hand in you and run to an empty corner before all of the other students get out of their classes.

You force the camera of the tablet to look right into your face and practically, make a DEMAND at the stunned Idia at the other side of the screen.

"Go out on a date with me!"

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Leona Kingscholar

In denial.

He tries to keep convincing himself that he does NOT like you.

How could he? You're so annoying all the time, so loud and obnoxious, you're a troublemaker. Caos literally follows you everywhere. He can't even sleep when you're around. (Because he's too focused on you to sleep, wink wink)

Also you're so... Understanding? You're one of the few people that have managed see right through him, he'll give you that.

And you've never judged him. That surprised him, of course. Not after everything he's done or how was he an asshole to you and everyone else? You're just too hard to read. Maybe you're just trying to get something out of him.

That is until... You- You want ***him*** to teach you how to play chess??? (Yeah. That's all it takes.) Most students just want to challenge him, (which they inevitably lose) And you want him to teach you? That's a new one.

But he says no. Because he's too lazy to teach you from zero. But you asking makes all his doubts about you instantly banish. So it's a win nonetheless.

But he starts to come around more often. Just when you're around, of course. For example, he starts to go into classes more... (Just in the one's where he KNOWS you're in) He actually goes to the cafeteria himself to buy HIMSELF lunch... (And also to watch you eye a dessert that you seem to like just to buy it for you later and say that you shouldn't think so much about it.)

And he also starts to show off??? At least in P.E, he makes sure to stand out ANY. CHANCE. HE. GETS. (Bro does NOT need to be doing all that.)

Soon enough, hell admit to himself that MAYBE. He likes you. But this 🤏 much. (He says) Yeah, you're kind of pretty and all... Yeah- you may be nice to be around...

Knowing Leona, (I'm not really sure please don't come after me) He doesn't like to beat around the bush all the time... So... he is going to go and see if your feelings reciprocate.

So you're casually walking to the cafeteria and- Ruggie comes up to you??? Saying that Leona needs to see you right now.

You obviously start to PANIC. You're trying to remember all of the times you interacted with Leona, did you say something mean? Did you step on his tail accidentally without realizing it? Did you-

Before you know it, you're already inside of the botanical garden and with the last gulp of bravery that you have, you start to make your way to Leona usually sleeps.

To your surprise. Leona is wide awake and sitting underneath the tree he's always sleeping underneath, clearly waiting for you.

He's also... Holding a bag? (Unknowingly to you, that's the same dessert you've been eyeing earlier but couldn't get because of your struggle with money) So you approach him and right before you can say anything-

"You're late." He says with a groan of exhaustation as i looks up at you.

"If I knew you were going to be this tardy I wouldn't have liked you as much as I do so now."

...

That came out of the blue.

That's the LAST thing you expected. But you're certainly not complaining.

"You... like me?"

He groans with small disbelief at your obliviousness and his tail swishes on the ground.

"Until you can finally tell.... Did I really have to spell it out for you Herbivo-, y/n?"

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UOOUO okay that's it!!!!!!! This is the first time EVER I'm writing. So if any misspellings, mischaracterizations (i still don't know if that's the word...) Let me know! THANKS FOR ANYONE WHO READS THIS I LOVE YOU XOXO BYEEEE

[problemnyatic]

Unfriendly, very sharp reminder that your identity does not actually preclude you from subscribing to oppressive, conservative worldviews. I see a staggering number of people who argue very conservative points, but they use progressive language, and have carved out a niche in their beliefs that allow them (and people exactly like them) to exist, so theyre totally progressive bro trust me.

If your beliefs about what rights people should have, who is allowed to exist in public, and what is "valid" to be are rooted in ANY way in your sense of disgust, propriety, politeness, or any other thing like that, instead of in carefully thought-out logic that is aware of the actual real world history and current state of human rights and how they are in jeapordy? You're not being progressive, you're being conservative, but this time the road is paved with extra double good intentions.

If real human diversity is to exist, if human rights are to become truly universal and inaliable, you are going to need to envision a world where you are made uncomfortable, and you will need to learn to be *glad* for that, because that discomfort will be a sign that your worldview is being expanded.

Using the language of consent, of civility, of fairness, of "common sense," to make points that boil down to "I just don't think people should x/y/z, I am uncomfortable with the idea of people being x where I can see it, I just think the bad ones should let the good ones set themselves apart," is violence. It is the very same tactics white liberals have been using for decades to argue down civil rights and human rights as disruptive, and thus bad.

Human beings fuck. We have kinky sex together. We eat food that you can't imagine enjoying. We talk in ways that sound like home to one of us and like nonsense to another. We look different than you. Act different than you. Believe things you find reprehensible. This is a good thing and should be celebrated.

if you think it is reasonable to ask any minority, even and especially another of your community, to be more presentable for our oppressors, or hide ourselves for the sake of the image of the "good ones," to be careful about "confirming the biases" of people who have always thought that x y z minorities are subhuman, then you have not actually done the work of unlearning the conservative rhetoric you were raised on, and you are poisoning the human rights movement as a whole.

Fight for a world that doesn't conform to you. It's the only way you'll know for sure that other people are allowed to exist as freely as yourself, and the only way to ensure you'll be allowed to be you, too.

[bernie-buddy]

The furry fandom has its ups and downs but if there's one thing I will always love it for it's how freely we acknowledge and accept kinks.

To the point where we can make jokes and explore kink concepts in ways that aren't just p*rn.

In a world where Assassin's Creed: Valhalla's nudity option literally only allows for one nipple in the entire game, because nudity itself, even in a game filled with blood and death, is such a taboo concept to mainstream society.

Thus I do appreciate that we can freely talk about our interests, and our close friends casually share n*des. Not for any expectation of s*x or romantic involvement, just for the sake of "bro my boobs look so cool today check it out"

[chiffon-and-spice]

RE HC's: Attachment Style, Love Languages

(Keep in mind these are literally all HC's and if you disagree, it's not cannon so don't get your dick in a twist. This is literally just how I see the characters. Most are bisexual because… it just feels fitting to me. Idk. If you don't see a character here that you'd like me to do, please let me know.)

Characters in this Post: Rebecca Chambers, Billy Coen, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Ada Wong, and Carlos Oliveira. (if you'd like a character not mentioned here done, feel free to ask <3)

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Rebecca Chambers-

Sexuality: Bi/Demi-sexual

Zodiac: Virgo

Love Language: Becca definitely expresses her love through acts of service. She may not be all that great at expressing herself through words, and being busy with work allows her little time to be close to you in person. She will do little things like fold your clothes if they're still in the dryer, make your bed, do those chores you aren't looking forward to, and so much more. She loves the idea of helping make your life a little more easier. When it comes to being shown love however, Rebecca loves words of affirmation. She thrives best when you give her hella love and reassurance. Not being good with words, she admires how freely you can talk about your feelings for her. It literally lights up her soul.

Attachment Style: Despite a lot of the struggles Rebecca has been through, she's pretty secure in herself and the relationships she gets in. Even though she struggles with her words, she's super effective at communicating her feelings when it comes to issues. Rebecca is also really good at self-reflection and will work on herself in all the places she falters, to ensure you two have the most healthy dynamic. She's super trusting of you, and does not hesitate to give out reassurance if you ask.

Billy Coen-

Sexuality: Bisexual

Zodiac: Taurus

Love Language: Billy expresses his love through physical touch. Whether it be through gentle caresses or playful pokes and punches, he lovesss touching you in any way. He can't seem to keep his hands off of you. You go out, he will kick you playfully under the table, and in the morning he's the one to cling to you and not want you to get out of bed. Morning sex is a given with him. He loves to make you feel good, and he feels best when he's touching you. When it comes to being shown love, Billy is a big fan of quality time. He doesn't care what it is you're doing, he wants to be close. You have to go to the grocery store to do some mundane task, nothing makes him more excited than you inviting him to go. He especially loves when you take time off of work or other things to be with him. Knowing you took time out of your day and your life to make room for him makes his day.

Attachment Style: Billy hasn't had the best of luck in the relationship department, especially with his past, and it makes him weary of who to trust. He's got an anxious attachment style, and while he craves love he's also terrified it isn't genuine. Billy can be super clingy at points, and sometimes struggles when you don't seem to have time for him. He needs constant reassurance, that you're for him and only him. He realizes this about himself, and always makes sure to tell you before you start dating. When given reassurance, he is the happiest boy, and he will never tire of you showing him just how much you love him.

Albert Wesker-

Sexuality: Pansexual (this is actually not a stretch as his VA played him as a queer man Link

Zodiac: Aries

Love Language: Albert expresses his love through giving gifts. Bro is not good with words and not a fan of being touched. But if he's sees something that reminds him of you, he will absolutely get it. He will shower you in gifts. You mention needing a new set of pens to take notes, he's already half-way to the store, buying the specific ball-point or gel pens you require. Working late, he's stopping by your workplace with food from your favorite place. Have a favorite show or little obession, he will buy anything for you that relates to said thing. When it comes to being given love, Albert loves acts of service. When you do things for him, it makes his life a lot easier. Especially if it's something he's not looking forward to. Nothing impresses him more than you doing something for him, when he didn't even have to ask for it.

Attachment Style: Albert 1,000% has disorganized attachment. One minute you think he's absolutely into you, and the next he is running for the hills. He's terrified of rejection, but also craves acceptance. Albert sometimes completely shuts down and doesn't talk to you about his concerns with the relationship. A lot of the time, even he doesn't know why he's being distant. It doesn't seem to matter how good you treat him, he always has anxiety about your relationship, but if you're super patient with him he can be the most tender and loving soul you can have. Often the relationship may be confusing, and Albert doesn't really talk about his feelings. Sometimes, he can even be a little aggressive and lash out, but he always apologizes and begs for you to stay.

Chris Redfield-

Sexuality: Bisexual/Demiromantic (takes bro a lot to be romantically into you)

Zodiac: Scorpio

Love Language: Chris expresses his love through acts of service, man struggles with words like Wesker and physical touch can be too much for him sometimes. But occupying himself with things to do that'll make you happy is how he loves showing you his love. He can get physical every once in awhile, but he kinda does that with a lot of people, so it isn't exactly how he expresses his love. Doing things for you also allows him to express his love for you in a way that makes him feel comfortable. Like your coffee a certain way? Chris is working his ass off to make sure you get it. When it comes to being shown love Chris surprisingly likes words of affirmation. He can't speak for himself, so when you talk about how you feel it makes him weak. He wants more than anything to be able to speak the way you do, and that's why he appreciates when you do it so well. Using your words sometimes can be a bit much for him, and makes him want to pull away, but in the long run he does find comfort in them.

Attachment Style: Chris has an avoidant attachment style. He feels like he has to go through everything on his own, and if he isn't strong enough to do it by himself then it makes him feel weak. He can seem extremely emotionally closed off at points, which makes it difficult to communicate effectively with him. He has a bit of a negative mentality, that relationships aren't necessary and he does best on his own. Good luck getting him to talk about his feelings, because this man is closed up tighter than a shell. Most of his relationships have been in the casual/one-night stand area. Chris is the first to walk off during an argument, and can definitely hold a grudge. Being patient with him is pretty rewarding however, as he apologizes after awhile. This is very hard for him, but when he cares about you, he will try to better himself.

Jill Valentine-

Sexuality: Bi/Greysexual

Zodiac: Libra

Love Language: When it comes to expressing her love, Jill loves spending time with you. She will take breaks from work, and when she works from home she will seek you out in the house. Even if it's sitting in silence, she wants to be by your side. She's very dedicated to her job, so she can't think of a better way to show you how much she cares than to distance herself from work. She loves physical touch, and nothing makes her feel more appreciated than when you touch her. Especially on the thighs or arms. It drives her wild. Underneath that badass exterior, she's a cuddly bunny. When walking around in public, and you throw your arm around her shoulders, she never feels more loved and secure. Even if she knows she can take care of herself, having you around makes her feel secure and comfortable.

Attachment Style: Despite being a bit obsessive with Umbrella, Jill has a bit more of a secure attachment style. The most issues you may have is maybe not getting her full attention at times, but she will quickly rectify it if you point it out. She's effective at communicating her wants and needs and really appreciates when her partner does the same thing. Like Rebecca, she is also kind of patient, but she won't tolerate certain behavior past a point. If she's making a big effort, she expects you to do the same. She's super understanding of your traumas and past however, and will do her best to help you. She also encourages you not to be codependent and overall just wants you both to grow as people.

Leon Kennedy-

Sexuality: Bisexual (bro fucks a ton after RE2)

Zodiac: Leo

Love Language: Leon expresses his love through physical touch. Bro is so touch starved, he gets his cuddles in any time he can. Practically clinging to you like a koala. He loves running his hands through your hair and being big spoon to you. He covers you in kisses to, if the skin is exposed, he's going for it. Big fan of hickeys to, and loves marking you in easy to see spots. He also loves recieving love this way. When you hold his hand in public, he still gets little butterflies. Pressing yourself a little more into him, when you guys are sleeping, is the hottest thing you can do for him. Practically melts from it. He loves rougher touches to. Like you running your nails down his back or biting his lips when you kiss.

Attachment Style: Leon has an anxious attachment style, and is terrified of getting close to people. Like most of the RE men it seems. 😭 Probably cause he's seen so much death. When he does start getting close, he struggles to let go. He can be suffocating at points, with how much he wants to be around you. He wants to take every second in, because he's so paranoid about it being your last together. While Leon doesn't communicate his feelings verbally, you can easily read when things are off and after a bit of work he may reluctantly open a little. He's very hard to crack. Leon is very efficient at asking about your feelings however, and will gladly hear all of your problems. Somehow, despite not knowing how to fix his only problems, he always seems to have solutions for yours.

Claire Redfield-

Sexuality: Lesbian (cry about it)

Zodiac: Aquarius

Love Language: Claire is surprisingly great with words, and loves to show it. She expresses how she loves you through words of affirmation. She will tell you she loves you every single day, and she means it with all her heart. Claire is the type of partner to send you loving paragraphs before bed, and makes sure you get a goodmorning text every morning. She leaves sticky notes everywhere to when she thinks about it, with little things she loves about you. When it comes to being shown love however, Claire really enjoys quality time. Expressing that you want to actually spend time with her whenever you can means the world to her. Growing up with Chris, who's been very busy since she was a kid, she's always valued the little time she gets to spend with her loved ones.

Attachment Style: Claire learned a lot from Chris, which made her have the exact opposite attachment style as him. Being practically raised by him and having a good relationship with him, she's pretty secure in her attachments. Even when things get rough, she's always understanding and holds out hope. Claire has always been good at being self-sufficient, so she doesn't need to be around you 24/7 or hear from you constantly. Doubts don't really get a hold of her in your relationship, and she's super easy to connect and be vulnerable with. She'll even talk about her own personal experiences just to make you feel more comfortable.

Ada Wong-

Sexuality: Bisexual

Zodiac: Gemini

Love Language: Ada never explicitly states what or how she's feeling, she's very much a woman of action. This is why she expresses her love through physical touch. Though she's not entirely clingy with it. If you're around, it could be as simple as her feet across your lap, while you watch tv. When it comes to physical touch for her, it's not the soft little gently caresses you're used to. She likes to be rough, and she will not hesitate to pounce on you. When it comes to being shown love, Ada enjoys receiving gifts. Not being given things too frequently, it means the world to her when her partners comes to her with something they bought specifically because it reminded them of her. Hell, even if it's not something she quite understands or likes, she will try to play it cool while freaking out on the inside. Despite Ada's distant exterior, she's definitely an absolute softie.

Attachment Style: Girl has got disorganized attachment style, one hundo percent. She's hot and cold with anyone she's with, and you always second guess just how she feels about you. You convince yourself that it's part of the fun, and the second you start to distance yourself as well, she's showing right back up. Ada feels undeserving of a healthy relationship, so when she gets a good thing her first instinct is to flee. Being that she isn't entirely true to herself and is always putting up a mask, it's hard for her to make genuine connections. Ada is sick of the mask however, and is so desperately ready to let it drop and be loved. Once you have her, even if it feels like you don't, you're stuck with her. She will harass you for the rest of your life, and play it off as anything but an interest in you.

Carlos Oliveira-

Sexuality: Bisexual (he came out to me in character ai, so practically cannon)

Zodiac: Saggittarius

Love Language: Carlos loves spending time with his partner. When it comes to his work, he doesn't get a lot of free time, so the best way he expresses his love by using what little he does have with you. Hell, he'd take time off just to be with you. Despite being a massive flirt, when things get serious he isn't the best at expressing himself in a way that isn't lighthearted or teasing. So instead he shows it, by dropping everything just to be around you, if you so please. During his breaks, he stops by your workplace whether it be to give you a little kiss or something more. He checks up on you with facetime calls frequently, when he's away and can't stand when work pulls him away from you. When it comes to being shown love however, Carlos very much likes things to be physical. Anyone can say words, he knows this more than anyone being the huge flirty whore (affectionately) he is, but to actually act on these things sends his heart soaring. And not just sex, though Carlos is very fond of that aspect to, he's more into the careful and intimate touches. Being hugged from behind, soft kisses along his neck, you playing with his hair, he practically folds over it.

Attachment Style: Weirdly enough, Carlos is pretty secure in his attachments, though I think he's cautious about entering a committed relationship with someone. He doesn't just feel that kind of love with anyone, and when things do go beyond flirting and hook ups, you know you've got something special with him. Carlos might not be the best with words, but he's an amazing listener and will gladly listen to whatever possible issues that may arise between you two. Even if he struggles with how to put things into words, he tries his best to open up with you as well. Carlos's work has always kept him pretty occupied, so he's never really felt too wound up about being away from his partner or having to put some healthy distance between you to. If you can work with his pretty hectic schedule, he will gladly work with you. Carlos is also a super gentle lover when no one is looking. All his rough talk and flirts are definitely for show, and the second you start getting a little bit serious with him, he gets flustered.

[sunlightandsuffering]

The crazy Sacrilege fan here ! I LOVE THAT DRABBLE MIKASA IS SUCH AN UNHINGED FREAK I ADORE HER THANK YOU LYS THANK YOU !!! And Eren cares about her , « might even love her, just a little » LMFAO MR COP IS SO BUSTED !! If I may ask, how do you think they would react to a pregnancy scare ? I think crazy ass Mika might even like it, think it’s the Lord’s Will for them to be with child . Eren is head over heels for his little gf so he woudn’t mind giving her a child but he doesn’t want her to regret it later, she needs to go to college and start a career first!

AHAHAHA OMG ILY !!!! 💗💗 ur so funny lol!!! THEY'RE BOTH UNHINGED THO AND THAT'S WHAT WE LOVE THEM FOR, THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING CHAOS !!!!

omg okay, i can totally see this going like both ways, mostly bc I'm so anti religion bc of how much fucking shit it can create. So me, being a little shit, i'd love to go against the grain here and have Mikasa just be pRO CHOICE GIRLY !! Altho I do think she'd be like a little thrilled to have a child with Eren lol. LETS WRITE IT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!! bro tell me why they're so cute tho i like this drabble lol

Mikasa stares at the pregnancy test blankly, head knocked back against the bathroom cabinet of Eren’s apartment. Two little red lines to seal her fate, she should be thrilled.  

She isn’t. 

Contrary to her mother and every other girl in her church, Mikasa feels nothing but dread, cold, inescapable dread and suffocation. Because yes, a baby is cute, a baby is sweet, a baby would be the perfect embodiment of her and Eren’s love. They’d be the picture perfect happy family, the one people see on instagram, and she could be a stay at home mom and do all that ridiculous mom-fluencer stuff she sees.

The entire idea makes Mikasa want to throw up, and she’s not so sure it’s the pregnancy, because she isn’t that far along at all yet. 

She slumps, dropping the test to the floor beside her and blinking back stubborn tears, she wonders if this is God’s plan. Because surely, it must be? She wouldn’t be pregnant if it wasn’t His will. Hell, she’s already gone against the church by using birth control, condoms and the pill. 

So there’s really no other way she could have possibly gotten pregnant, right? Nothing else other than pure divine intervention would have allowed this. 

Mikasa sniffles meekly, a tear sleeping down her cheek despite her attempts not to cry and she wipes it away with her sleeve. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she crumples in on herself because what the fuck is she going to do? She’s not married, not yet at least, not in school yet –will probably have to drop out now actually– and her parents will most certainly withdraw what little support they were willing to provide her. She can hear it now, they’re going to call her sweet little baby a bastard, the church will gossip, her youth group will turn on her, and the pastor will look at her with eyes full of disgust at every turn. The tears flow faster now, slipping down her cheeks freely, and before she realizes it, she’s sobbing alone in Eren’s apartment bathroom, utterly alone. 

And there’s that too, isn’t there, how Eren will react. She doesn’t know, doesn’t want to lose him, but what if it’s too soon? Eren isn’t that old, only 24 and still working his way up in the force, he probably doesn’t want a baby yet either. 

He’s certainly never talked about it, and it has Mikasa tearing up all over again, because she’s going to lose him, and her parents again all at once. And she can’t lose him, she just can’t, she loves him. What had started as pure angsty rebellion had turned into love so quickly she doesn’t even know when it started. But he’s so supportive, hot, and so fucking good for her if she thinks about it, had told her just to fucking move in when her parents had gotten fussy over their break-up. He’d shrugged like it was no big deal, “Don’t worry about rent, Mika, just as long as you sleep in my bed.” Then, he’d left for work with a wink, and Mikasa for the first time in her life had real fucking independence, the very thing she’d been yearning for, begging for when he’d fucked her on that alter. 

And now here she is, about to lose it all again, her shackles renewed by the responsibility of a child and all the pressures that come with being a mom before she’s financially ready or responsible in the slightest. 

There is a click outside and Mikasa inhales sharply, glancing at her watch, because how long has she been in this bathroom moping? It’s 9:00 am on the dot, Eren is home, having just gotten off an overnight shift, and she can already hear him stomping around, seeking her out. “Mikasa,” He calls, and she slaps a hand over her mouth to keep quiet, for what she doesn’t know, he’ll find her eventually. “Baby where are you, I can see your shoes by the door, come out.” She doesn’t, fear paralyzes her, this agony of what to do, to tell him, not to tell him, to just run away and give it up for adoption, show up again in nine months and hope he doesn’t hate her. But Eren is a cop, surely he’d find her no matter where she went? And he does, just like he’d find her if she ran away, sweeping the apartment methodically before coming to the bathroom door, just off his bedroom. 

He knocks, “Miki, what are you doing?” She doesn’t answer, just grabs the pregnancy test, holds it closer as the two positive red lines blur together, tears flowing freely again. It takes Eren one attempt, one fucking shot to jimmy the lock open, and he’s leaning against the door frame like an avenging angel as he looks her over. He’s terrifying, clad in his police uniform, black cargo pants with so many pockets and that tight long sleeve shirt that goes under his body armour. 

He quirks a brow up at her as he notices her tears, eyes scanning her over, and she can pinpoint the exact moment he notices the pregnancy test, his teeth coming down to bite into his lip, his only nervous tic. “So,” He asks casually, “Pregnant?” She nods meekly, a sob working its way up her throat, all she can think to do is apologize, because obviously it’s her fault, “I’m so sorry Eren.” 

She should have never slept with him, never disobeyed God like this, it’s her punishment, and she just spirals, ugly crying in her boyfriend’s bathroom at 8 am on a wednesday. “Oh Miki no, it takes two, okay,” Eren half laughs as he kneels down next to her, tucking a strand of hair out of her eyes. He wipes the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, cupping her face with more love and affection than she’s ever known in her life, “It was definitely more me if I recall correctly, in the back of my squad car, in the kitchen,” He smirks, looking down at her, “Yesterday morning in the shower.” Mikasa smacks him for that, choking out a laugh, “Stop it, I’m sad right now.” Eren chuckles, sitting down next to her and grabbing her hand with the pregnancy test to look at it himself. “You don’t have to be sad Miki, it doesn’t have to be a big thing you know.” 

She leans into him, her head on his shoulder as she thinks about it, “Eren I’m gonna get huge and fat, it’s definitely gonna be a thing and people are definitely going to notice.” He bumps her with his shoulder lightly, “Nah you’d be cute pregnant, and fuck,” He groans as if he’s thinking about it, “Your tits would definitely get even better.” Mikasa gasps, smacking his arm again, and before she can stop him he’s going in for a squeeze that has her yelping because yeah, she’s already a little more sensitive. He smirks, more smug than he has any right to be in this situation, ten minutes ago she was crying her eyes out. 

“So does this mean you want it, then, that you’ll support me?” Mikasa asks hopefully and Eren squeezes her thigh, looking down at her with more intensity than she knew him capable of, “Mikasa of course I’ll support you in whatever you decide to do, this would be my kid too.” He pauses and Mikasa waits, looking up at him earnestly, ready to accept whatever else he has to say, because he’s Eren and he so obviously loves her. “I know it’s a little taboo in the church community, but have you thought about getting an abortion?” Mikasa cracks, heaving out a great sob, and before she knows it she’s in Eren’s lap with him shushing her as she whispers all her fears into his neck, “You don’t want it, you’re lying you just- you just want to appease me and –” “Mikasa,” Eren kisses his way up her neck, voice right at her ear, “I’m not lying, but look at me.” He cups her chin roughly, tilting her head up so she’s forced to look into those pretty green eyes, “Baby you’re in school, you haven’t even started yet, and I’ve heard you, fuck baby I’ve heard you talk about school so many times and how much you want to be a nurse.” He leans down, so their foreheads touch, and he leans into her, “And as much as I’d love to see you pregnant, how fucking pretty you’d be, cute as hell waddling around my house knocked up with my fucking kid, it would also suck a lot because I know Mikasa that you’d be miserable, would be delaying your dreams for several years at the very fucking least and I could never ask you to do that.” Mikasa inhales shakily, relaxing into him now, the hand on her thigh, the other at the nape of her neck, how warm and solid he is against her, Eren. 

She tilts her head up for a kiss, something soft, chaste, comfort. 

He kisses her softly, all gentle affection, his hand rubbing over her thigh to keep her calm and when she pulls back she’s calmer, more stable in his arms. 

“Is it allowed?” She whispers, almost nervously, afraid she’ll be shot down by the universe at the mere suggestion. Eren laughs, his hand drifting up to her hip to tug her closer in his lap, “Of course it’s allowed Mikasa, no one has to know we have free health care you know, we’ll just you know, schedule you an appointment, I don’t think it’s that hard.” “Really?” she mumbles, “Just like that?” “I think so, I mean obviously I haven’t had one, but I don’t think it’ll be that difficult, we can call in a minute.”

“Okay,” she mumbles and Eren kisses her again, nipping her cheek as he demands her attention, “But I want to know you’re doing it for you, not because of me or anything else, this has to be your decision Mikasa and I’m just along for the ride.” She sighs, “I think you’re right, I just didn’t want to be the one to say it, but before you got here all I could think about was how much it was going to fuck up my life.” Eren gasps, and she looks up, suddenly afraid, does he think she’s disgusting, a worthless human being because of it? His eyes are alight with amusement, “You swore, what a naughty little church girl you are.” 

She smacks him and violently, which has him cackling, and he uses his leverage to go in for another kiss, which she accepts gratefully. “As long as it’s your decision Mikasa, I don’t care, hell I kind of agree, I’m not sure if I’d be a great dad right now, I’m too selfish. I wanna keep you to myself for as long as I can.” Mikasa laughs, “Then maybe we’d better start using better protection.” “Yeah, we’re also scheduling you for an IUD appointment, because fuck are you bad at taking those pills.” She winces, “I took it this morning.” Eren looks at her in disbelief, “Miki you’re already pregnant.” “Well, I tried not to be,” She tells him poutily and Eren pinches her waist, “You did a shit job.” “We just agreed it was your fault!” 

Eren smiles deviously, “Yeah it is, and it’s about to be my fault again.” 

He yanks her down against him, a devilish gleam in his eyes, and she can feel his very obvious erection right against the soft of her cunt, separated only by the thin layer of her pyjama pants. 

“Have you been hard the entire time?” “I’m not a monster, just since you swore, it just does things to me, it’s not my fault, really it’s yours.” “Oh my God,” Mikasa groans, and she can feel Eren below her, grinding her down against his cock, that guilty look on his face, “Holy fuck does it turn you on when I’m like bad?” “Is that blasphemous of me?” 

“God yes,” She tells him and then she’s kissing him, because no one else but Eren Yeager has ever made being bad feel so good.

[kitkatopinions]

Guess who saw another rwby Stan in the rwde tag again complaining about how rwde are using the block evasion just to freely "complain everything about the show" and how tumblr needs to fo better.

You mean like how the recent "complaint" about rwby was stans harassing a queer black woman because she criticized bumblee and many rwby stans here on tumblr were celebrating their victory of removing her video and even blocking her channel because if that criticism?

Bro, "Tumblr needs to do better?"

This is why people say that anti-rwde posters feel like a cult. What is Tumblr going to do? Posting criticism of RWBY is not hate speech or bullying lol, and that's what these guys don't understand. Yes, some rwde posters occasionally get into bullying and hate speech when they do things like say people should die or use slurs or make homophobic comments, all of which I've seen and condemned from RWDE posters AND RWBY fans (so if all rwde posters are condemned over the actions a few, so should all RWBY fans.) But the act of criticizing RWBY in any form (which is what "rwde" is) is not that, it's not the same thing no matter how many times these obsessive overly sensitive people say it is. To them, saying "I don't like RWBY" is the same as saying "I hate women" and saying "I think the romance writing for Bumbleby is forced" is the same as saying "I hate queer people," and saying "I think this show has bad and sometimes bigoted writing" is basically saying "nobody should be allowed to like this show and I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure it burns in the fiery ashes of Hell." I know this, because you can do things as simple as say "the merch in the stores isn't good" or "I'm interested in a creative re-write" or "I think Bumbleby I'd over-hyped" and you'll be sent death threats and harassed and told to stop watching and stop posting and that you've laid down with the dogs and 'fallen' and are now 'rwde' and therefore an enemy that must be purged.

Every fandom has groups of critics, every fandom gets roasted, much better pieces of media than RWBY have been dragged to Hell and back. People have to learn that no one is obligated to like or go easy on their favorite show, and disliking it or something in it is not automatically a sign of some darker bigotry lol, especially considering what company made it and that Miles Luna has a history of bigotry. Like

Tumblr isn't going to make 'don't post rwde' part of the community guidelines or stop rwde posters from blocking people so that we can be harassed. Once again, I used to be VERY choosy over who I blocked until I realized that the majority of the people who debated any of my posts weren't even sort of using logic or reality.

They're just mad that it's harder to bully us. The thing is that I would debate any anti-rwde poster that came at me but wasn't irrational and would actually address my points, but I'm not here to debate. I'm perfectly happy letting the people that enjoy RWBY and want good vibes and just like talking about how good they think the show is CONTINUE to do that. We disagree, but I'm happy they can find enjoyment in it. But they're NOT happy just enjoying the show and letting us be over here in our little corner talking about how we don't like this or that in RWBY, the fact that people are ALLOWED to criticize something they like is angering to them and something they're just and right to bully people over, because they think their show is above criticism and that they're the poor martyred heroes out here doing the Lord's work lol.

[talenlee]

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Game Pile: The Arilou

In consideration of science fiction storytelling there are some problems that kind of have to be tangled with between the realism of here and now and the fantastic of the story can intersect. It’s because there’s a hypothetical attenuation between the scientific of the genre, the way that things need to be built out of conventions and frameworks we’re already familiar with. Sometimes this can be done with single, deeply, and fundamentally important boundaries on reality, like how in Mass Effect there’s the introduction of a new, single element one level higher than Hydrogen, and its presence allows for all the stuff in that universe that we conventionally consider to have broken the rules of our reality.

One of those challenges is the Fermi Paradox, which is – simplified – ‘hey, where are all the aliens, bro?’ If there are a lot of aliens and we’ve had a lot of time, surely we’d see some sign of them, and we haven’t. This puzzle is at the heart of a lot of different science fiction stories. Sometimes it’s addressed, sometimes it’s central to the whole narrative (spoilers for The Three Body Problem I suppose), and sometimes, in a story big enough, it just gets to be a detail in amongst many.

In Star Control 2, there is a species of little green humanoids that fly around in strange saucers that don’t behave according to the laws of physics the way that other species’ space ships do. They’re called the Arilou, or more formally the Arilou Lalee’lay, and they speak to humans as delightful tricksters who are here to help us and guide us through the stars.

They like to use the term ‘enigmatic,’ which is a good term for it. They do things that don’t seem to make much sense. Now, part of the challenge with all of this is that when you’re dealing with alien civilisations, hypothetically they should have some sense of individuality and cultural variety just by dint of having such large numbers, and yet, the genre that Star Control lives in is that there are [The culture] and then occasionally, like Admiral Vux or Fwiffo, you get individuals from that culture. Complicating this further are some cultures that aren’t cultures – the Mycosynth and Orz in particular.

Spoilers for the Orz I guess.

Anyway, the Arilou project a uniformity of purpose, a univocality of culture, and that means that their reasons are inscrutable. They appeared out of nowhere to join an alliance, but only once humans did. Then when humans were enslaved by the Ur-Quan (we’ve talked about them before), the Arilou also disappeared. They then rejoined the normal world when the humans sought them out, all because of their special, mysterious connection with humans.

Anyway, the Arilou are kinda dicks?

See, if you asked the rest of our galaxy about them, they had no idea they existed, which is pretty odd. After all, they’re very technologically advanced and somehow did everything without trading with other people. They know a lot about everything in the whole of the sector and they interact freely with them as soon as Humans are involved. And bear in mind, that’s Humans Humans. There are two cultures in the Star Control Universe that provide a wrinkle to what it means to be humans.

Most obviously, there are the Androsynth. They are uh, they’re humans? They are definitively and actually humans. They’re cloned humans who have left the Earth and undergone whatever modest genetic translation you can do across a few generations, which is nothing fit enough to guide towards speciation. Androsynth and humans could absolutely interbreed, if not for the fact the Androsynth regard humans as being a bunch of slave-keeping assholes.

Which they are.

But that’s not all, because there’s also the Syreen. Syreen were originally conceived as a kind of Sexy Space Succubus, but in Star Control 2 they were fleshed out into a fully realised culture of their own. They’re a culture of predominantly women who are completely genetically compatible with humans, which, if you’re curious about such things, means they’re basically humans. Of course the question about why the Syreen are like that is a huge puzzle for the universe to answer, and the weird thing is there’s actually a pretty obvious answer as to why there’s a culture of nonhuman humans parked a few hundred light years away.

That answer is ‘probably something the Arilou did.’

But the Arilou don’t care about the Syreen. We know this because the Syreen were the people who witnessed the way that the Arilou abandoned the universe the second humans were slave-shielded. In fact, this led to the Syreen being defeated by the Ur-Quan and that’s why the Syreen call the Arilou a bunch of weasels.

Here’s the thing: The Arilou have fucked with humanity. The nature of Star Control 2 is that it is a world whose narratives leave a lot of questions because the why of how things ended up the way they are isn’t as important as the what the player gets to do in the discovering of it. To that end, what I can tell you about the Arilou is something with no greater answer, complicated further by the fact that the source for it is largely diegetic information from the Arilou themselves.

The Arilou assert that they want to preserve humanity from interactions with entities that exist. These entities, they claim, are fundamentally dangerous to humans, and therefore, the Arilou have changed humanity, like all of humanity so as to not be noticeable to them. They do this, and then also hide their own influence on humans, their presence in our history, their homeworld and a bunch of other stuff because they believe that ignorance is the humans’ best protection.

This belief is such that when they discover Humans know things, they bemoan them because the knowledge of things like the presence of the Orz or the way that Arilou travel through space is something that’s going to create problems for them later down the line. This ignorance and this enshrinement of it, complete with their discussion of keeping secrets from humans seems to indicate that they were doing things to keep us from finding out about other alien cultures.

When I talk about the science fiction speculation of Star Control, it’s not like I’m talking about it as a fundamentally predictive kind of text. It’s a science fiction story built out of the ideas of science fiction of its time, and there’s no reason any of this stuff needs to be built out of any kind of reasonable science. It’s wild to me that when Star Control 2 released, exoplanets were a theory (a pretty well justified theory). Now they’re confirmed facts. It isn’t even that remarkable a thing, when you think about it — the idea other stars wouldn’t have planets would be such a weird idea as to be impossible.

Every time we learn a bit more about the universe, in so doing, we discover the parameters that play with the edges of these big questions. Why aren’t there, why are there, how common is this, and the beautiful thing about it is that knowing these things are deducing actual answers to actual questions and we may know those questions better — and their potential answers — comes from being able to play with them, to see these ideas used in the media around us.

And in Star Control 2, this question of why are we alone has an answer that introduces you to the question.

The Arilou are why we are alone.

Because they were looking for things to make that way.

[fatcatlittlebox]

“Many sources” = people trolling and “trust me bro” 😂 Your anon wasn’t around during the “Game of Thrones” leaks craze of the 2010’s and it shows; like 99,9% of the leaks were fake and trolls. Do these people actually believe Amazon would ever allow any trustworthy leak about their most secretive and well protected scene from S2 to hit the Internet? The answer is no. All these “leaks” are fake, speculation and fans trolling. And if Amazon is allowing the “Galadriel and Elrond kiss” trainwreck to be talked about so freely, that’s your give away it’s fake and it won’t happen. If it was true, there would be damage control already to prevent further discussion about it (unless the Galadriel and Elrond kiss is the actual damage control).

Yup. I remember the GOT leaks back in the day. I’m sure the showrunners do too, for better or worse. I’ll say for the most part they’ve been REALLY good at keeping these kinds of things secret. We know that the rumor was a kiss for sure. My caveat is that it was the leaker who interpreted the said kiss blows up canon geneaologies. Yes, Morfydd confirmed there was a kiss but NEVER said who the characters involved would be. 🤷🏻‍♀️

I just think between what Rob Aramayo has said and the direction his character’s arc is going, I don’t see them bridging their differences that quickly. They are on opposite sides, philosophically and intellectually about what the rings do and how they should be used; he is also extremely wary of what the face of good and evil are. Galadriel has been on the frontlines, crossing swords with evil for so long, she’s become familiar with it and, in Elrond’s mind, too familiar with it. He has a very inflexible view of the forces at work in Middle Earth: anything touched by evil is stained by it. Galadriel thinks that is because he is too unfamiliar with evil and I think that’s a common tense dynamic the writers are touching upon when you have politicians (which Galadriel has called Elrond before) and warriors argue their opinions.

The psychological term for what Elrond is doing is called “splitting.” Now imagine you are Elrond and trying to fight the threat of Mordor, then Sauron in Eregion…like he’s already furious with Gal regarding her role in Sauron’s resurgence and her lying about it. And then he’s going to find out that she has broken bread with Adar. Another villain. That might be a bridge too far. In his mind, he’ll probably feel that Galadriel has lost her ethics, if not her mind. He’ll have to decide if he’s going to amputate the disease or treat it. To your point, I don’t see where a kiss fits in any of that.

[niuniente]

any advice on how to change artstyle? i don't like the one but i'm not sure how to change it and i don't wanna accidentally steal someone's else artstyle

All art styles already exist so you possibly can't steal anyone else's art style. Pick whatever style you fancy!

Stealing in art sense in something you need to worry about only if you ask an AI to draw you something or if you LITERALLY steal someone else's art work and post & sell it as your own. Otherwise, you're only taking inspiration and notes of how someone else does things. Everyone does that in all creative fields. Of course, straight out copying, like taking someone else's art and just changing its colors and claim you did it from a scratch, is a big no no, too.

Mimicking masters has always been the way to learn how to do any art in any medium. That's how professionals artists have always trained.

I personally have never aimed to a certain art style, mainly because I'm inspired by such a wide range of styles that picking just one doesn't really suit me. BUT! My tip would still be the following:

Study how someone who has an art style which inspires you draws or paints. Trace their works for learning purposes (drawing over someone else's lines is mimicking their hand movements - a bit the same if you learned someone else's handwriting). Pick up colors from their pieces to see what kind of palettes they use.

If the artists has drawing/painting videos, check them out.

Allow yourself to be freely inspired by whatever things inspire you.

Many artists do like to talk about their art process and their own sources of inspiration, on which they base their own style and art. Everyone has at least one source of inspiration from a fellow artist and their art style! So, ask away. People generally love to talk about themselves and their art so it's not offensive to ask (although in the time of AI, avoid asking "what is your art style called?" because you can easily be thought to be an AI bot or an AI tech bro hunting down art styles)

I found my own style (which is always evolving, mind you) just by deciding that I'm not going to TRY to draw but I will simply just draw. Doesn't matter what comes out or how the end result looks like, I'm just not going to care but draw. Then, I have added little bits and pieces here and there from existing art styles as "That looks nice! I want to add it into my art in my own way".

As a final word, what needs to be completely forgotten is this myth of an Ultimate Art Style Above Anything Else. Something to aim for and not be happy unless if it has been found. You only need a certain art style for commercial art and I'd say that the commercial artists who have been hired are hired because they naturally have a commercial style.

It's like that rugby player: "I don't have this kind of (muscular & big) body because I play rugby; I play rugby because I have this kind of a body".

[mintytealfox]

Hii you're one of my favorite people on this app the stuff u write is always nice to read (coming from someone who's attention span is smaller than an atom)

For a question uhhh what do u think of fools gold? Like his personality and stuff cuz I heard a bunch of takes on him and I wanna hear yours too 🗣

WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOOOSSHH AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (same though FR LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLL It's probably why I write the way I do cause I am just BOUNCING like a racquetball everywhere -WHEEZEEEE-) ( ALSO SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY FR FR YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR FOREVER I AM SO SORRY)

NOW FOOL'S GOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDD

I THINK HE IS FRIGGIN AWESOME LOOOOOLLL

-Bro fr looks like a blown up statue and his face and chest are mostly unscathed except for the obvious ouch over his left eye PERFECTION LOL -Him being held together via magnetism that he has control overrrrrrrr -He throws his pickaxe so hard it cracks the DAMN GROUND AAAHHHH (It makes me think of Sir Gawain (FATE) with that whole running and plowing through the walls like they are nothing bullcrap to tackle Sir Bedivere PFFFF🤣🤣🤣🤣 hell yea Fool's Gold could totally do that albeit a lot slower, I have a hard time seeing Fool's Gold being able to run lol that's why bro FLIES LOOOOL)

BUT ANYWAYS BACK TO WHAT I AM SUPPOSED TO BE TALKING ABOUT LOL

I think Fool's Gold is the perfect display of what Norton thinks he wants to be. (and what he THINKS he can be allowed to be once RICH): -Fool's Gold is able to express himself freely: he is able to hum to his heart's content, he can show how angry he is and how happy he is, how sad he is, he can show it all without a care in the world anymore. Him thinking that rich people are allowed to do as they please and express themselves as they please with no repercussions.

-Fools Gold is able to protect himself: Norton is strong but not as strong as those who took advantage of him and beat him up. AS Fool's Gold he can be confused as that soft friendly gold, but he is actually this HARD break your teeth thing that won't be molded. Like, the hand he punches with is straight up sharp rocks, that would do more than just hurt like hell upon impact oh my goooosshhh but really its all there to really protect himself ;; and he thinks the rich have that freedom to protect themselves. ;;

Just all in all Fool's Gold is 'Free': I put it in "" because in the long run he really isn't.... He is in constant pain ;; and I personally think that goes beyond the physical with it also bleeding into mental pain ;;

He believes he destroyed who he was, there is a whole entire hole in him ;; his true real self is missing, his core ;; All that is left is the mask of who he believes he has to be to survive, and who he was at his core didn't fit the bill ;;

AH why do all of my Fool's Gold break downs end up SAD in the end AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

[pokemon-headcanons-and-imagines]

Yoo hihi, it's that anon! I can't think of any ideas but this request will be smth free for you to write whatever ya want >:]

I don't really need a request to write freely but it's still very nice of you.

Sorry this request has been sitting here for a while. I didn't really have that many ideas.

••{N as an older brother figure}••

Cares a lot about you

He has his sisters but he never really had someone he could consider a younger sibling

Maybe tries to teach you how to talk with pokemon

Also tries to convince you to release your pokemon

But he then listens to your pokemon and realises how much you care about each other

Ultimately he allows you to keep them and despite being a little icky he admires your relationship with your pokemon

Prefers not to battle you, he doesn't want his or your pokemon getting hurt unless it's absolutely necessary

Does his best to teach you stuff that's not pokemon related to keep away from dissagreements

Will cry if you call him stuff like 'big bro'

Will listen if you have any struggles

If you have any family problems he'll definitely try to help you with them, he knows quite a lot about an expierence like that

Sometimes you have to help him with how socially akward he is

Generally just cares about you deeply and after some time you even helped him change his view on humans and how they treat pokemon

[zzzallnite]

- Brotherly Love -

High school was never easy for a geek like me. I was always the butt of the jokes and constantly bullied by my more popular peers. I truly thought that things would be different when I went to college. However, I found out the hard way that the jocks in college are even worse, since we are “technically adult”, so they could freely torment others, and the rest of us are expected to handle it maturely. At least there, I’ll have my big bro Alex, who is already a senior, to watch for my back. My brother, despite always teasing me at home, is definitely a protective type. And he’s always more confident, assertive and never take shit from anybody. I always feel a little embarrassed to admit that I have a crush on my own brother, so I was thrilled when I went to the same college as he did, so that the two of us could have more time together.

In our college, there’s something called “The Initiation”, which is a welcoming ceremony for the freshmen, or at least, that’s what they told me, and I was naïve enough to believe that they were welcoming toward someone like me. The hazing happened that day, I don’t even want to talk about it until this day, and no one knows about it, even my big brother. But whenever we converse, I could tell that the brother connection that we have allows him to feel something’s off with me, even when I tell him that things are okay. I just wish that my brother was not that perceptive as a person, so that he could be kept out of the troubles that I’ll drag him into.

Fast forward to the first day of back to college after spring break, and the jocks decided to throw a party at the frat house, and I was unfortunately selected as their human piñata this time. They ambushed me at my dorm room and wrapped me in duct tape, leaving me dangling from the ceiling of their house. One of the guys grabbed a baseball bat and shouted, “Let’s bring out the candies!! Woohooo!!” Suddenly my brother busted in the room and yelled, “GET OFF HIM, you little suckers!”

Unfortunately, before Alex could throw hands and defend my honor, some guys already sneakily tackled him; my brother was a pretty well-built guy, but he was outnumbered. They locked his hands behind his back, exposing his belly toward the barrel of the Spud gun pointing at him. “Hrgggh!!!” Alex grunted and gasped for air as a projectile hit him in the solar plexus, but the sudden cut off of oxygen caused him to instantly go limp in the arms of his wranglers. I tried to yelled, but the tape over my mouth muffled the sound, while the entire room started bursting out in laughter like a bunch of hyenas. One of the guys checked on Alex, holding his head up by the chin and pulling up his eyelids; “He’s out! He’s out!” he yelled. Bret, the ring leader of the house, shouted at the passed out Alex, “Not so tough now, huh!” One of the frat guys then whipped out a brown bottles, “Hey, check out what I smuggled from the chem lab. I heard that it’s safe to use. I would want to try it on our donkey, but I guess his boy here is “willing” to take his place instead!”

Without hesitation, Bret pulled out Alex’s black crew sock and soaked it with the liquid from the bottle. He then held the stinky rag over the already unconscious Alex’s mouth and nose. Meanwhile, another passed Alex’s brown biker boots around the circle of guys so they could all sniff it, while he enjoyed Alex’s remaining socked feet by himself. Bret then ordered two more guys to help him strip Alex down; one by one, his jeans, leather jackets and blue boxer brief were lying on the beer- and cum-stained carpet, until only the completely unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and the other crew sock were left on his limp body. Bret started to strip all of his clothes off except for his dirty Nike socks and put on Alex’s boots; the guys wrapped my brother’s arms around their shoulders and propped him up in a squatting position, allowing Bret to slide down underneath him and churn my brother’s backdoor with his rock hard cock until a sticky load of cum oozed out. I could only watch in horror as the frat guys took turn and do the same thing, while my brother was completely helpless.

After all the boys in the room had finished with Alex, they started to turn over to me, who was still dangling from the ceiling with duct tape like a cocoon. “Oh, don’t worry. There’s still plenty of protein left for you!” Bret looked at me and smirked. Someone then put the chemical-soaked sock over my nose; it smelled so sweet and familiar, probably because I’d already got used to Alex’s smell. Combining with the sight of my brother, unconscious and spread eagle on the floor, I couldn’t contain myself and my penis started to erect. In this compromising position, however, there was nowhere that I could hide my raging bulge, and at this point, I just gave myself up to the erotic scent of the sock. Before I passed out, I could see that Bret and the frat house was howling with excitement, preparing themselves for the sweet treat...

[high-pot-in-noose]

Literally going on and on on someone else’s post bc they responded to you? And acting like there’s nothing socially inappropriate about your response because you’re “allowed to respond” since it’s public.. it doesn’t matter that you’re not angry or you’re “just a chatterbox” the fact that you genuinely cannot control yourself and let the topic go is the issue. The fact that you’re making it ops problem and deciding that they’re the ones who need to stop responding on their own post because you are incapable of not making a big deal about their original response of “you don’t know these ppl” which was somehow an “overreaction” despite being a calm, one line statement in response to your weird comment where you were making a weird comment abt a celebrity relationship again on THEIR post like..

Oh, hi! Decided to abandon your veneer of righteous and pose as an 'anonymous 3rd-party' that's on your own side? Maybe actually change up how you write next time you try this?

What happened to me supposedly being the one Big Angy and you the one who's championing the honor of a pair of celebrities that don't give two shits about us? I'm not the one sending anon hate, bro. At this point, I'm laughing at you, too.

You're going on about being socially appropriate here, and yet you're the one literally sending me mail to scold me for *checks notes* talking to someone who is responding back to me within a public forum. As I said, and as you willfully ignore, if you don't want people commenting things you don't want to hear, restrict who can reply to your posts. It's literally a setting that's available.

And not like you tagged it 'do not reblog' or 'do not comment', so what great dignity of a Spongebob and Ariana Grande post was I suppose to intuitively know to give the greatest respects to?

You've been repeating weird during this entire affair like it's some deathly insult and unrecoverable faux-pas. At this point I have to wonder if you've been living your entire life up until now deathly afraid of being perceived as anything but normal. Do you realize THAT is not normal? That the weight you think being called 'weird' has is abnormal? That you think being unafraid to just be stupid freely sometimes is what's 'socially inappropriate' in this setting?

Do you think that it's normal that you want someone to be stricken by being called strange so much to the point that you would pretend to be someone else and send another 'hit'? You consider that normal?

Maybe it's you that should go touch grass. I don't know what the weather's like where you live, or if there's any decent greenery around, but try finding some rather than attempting these primary school bullying tactics. As for me, I'll just keep fucking around on this blogging site saying whatever comes to mind.