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[solifloris]

≡;-꒰ 𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 (𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈)

╰┈➤ ❝ CHAPTER ONE | kieran x mc!afab!reader

tags : general, no smut. canon references to first meeting. slight mentions of canon-typical violence. ~4.3k wc.

an : omg.. so... i did want to post this only once i had chapter 2 written a fair amount so that the time between the first two postings wouldn't be super far apart...... BUUUUTT........ :> happy valentine's hehe :> i just missed him lots so im dropping this before i head to sleep <3333333

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There were many things that one could do when faced with a figure, unconscious, laying at their feet.

Or beside them.

Or in front of them.

Or… one that they weren't quite aware of how they were seeing it in their general vicinity, but it was there nonetheless.

The vulnerability remained palpable. There were many, many possibilities… Ones that Kieran found himself facing, quite literally, every other hour that he peeked into the room… and every passing moment he stayed.

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

He looked up to see Luke absentmindedly throwing and catching an orange in the airs, feet up against the table. And despite the fact that he was playing around with that orange, he had his head tilted back, eyes to the ceiling.

Bored.

Kieran knew that tone well.

"Just… Wait it out," he shrugged, slumping down on the seat beside him.

And it wasn't as if he wasn't bored either… Again his thoughts traveled, and his brows furrowed as he looked at the sleeping figure of you still on the bed.

There were many things that one could do when faced with a figure, unconscious—laying right there.

But that was not what they had been ordered.

"Wait it out, you say, but it's already been a day and nothing!"

Luke huffed.

Kieran watched as he caught the orange and set it down on the table rather harshly, a sure sign of frustration. He got up from his chair and began to pace the room, footsteps heavy rather than light, a click of his tongue heard resounding within the walls.

"It's just! There's gotta be a lot more fun happening out in the streets, right?! And we've been stuck here all day yesterday, and I dunno if I can do that again for another—"

"But Boss told us to take care of her."

"And we are taking care of her!!!!!!!"

With an exasperated air, he threw his hands up and gestured wildly towards the blanket covering your figure. A blanket they'd put on you themselves.

And again, Kieran's eyes flitted towards you.

Sitting much closer to the bed, he could see you pretty clearly—He noted the rise and fall of your chest; the shape of your eyes, the curl of your lashes… The way, despite what you'd gone through, you looked so… peaceful.

Sound asleep.

He sighed.

People were so vulnerable when they were sleeping.

He didn't know what happened in that room; neither he nor Luke had bothered much to press Sylus himself on what exactly had happened to you. Yet, he was almost sure it wouldn't have been rainbows and sunshine, definitely not in the N109 zone… And especially not if it was anything like what he and Luke had to go through to get Sylus' attention at all.

He wondered of the luxury you had to be able to sleep this way. Were you just—naive? Confident? Not everyone could drift off to such a peaceful rest, after all. In the end, he had no means of assessing of your strength, and yet… You were the girl who'd easily drank from the black glass.

Sylus' girl.

And Sylus didn't talk much about you to them, but it was plain for anyone to see that he'd taken interest. He would think—Perhaps, a girl with little to show for herself wouldn't have caught the boss's attention like that.

"Eh, well."

Kieran stood up and stretched, ignoring the way Luke's eyes seemed to bore holes into his skull out of disappointment. "Boss's orders will stay Boss's orders. Something happens to her? You and I both know we could be in for it."

Luke scoffed.

"You're not even doing this for her."

"And why would I?"

The two looked at each other. Luke's arms crossed his chest; an action that Kieran mirrored.

Until finally, Luke looked away.

Kieran watched his gaze turn to you just as his own had done mere moments ago, and yet, this time, Luke was the one to approach your sleeping figure.

Gingerly, hesitantly, he placed the back of his hand over your forehead.

"…"

"…"

"What in the hell are you even doing."

"…. I. I dunno!!!! Don't people do this when they need to check something?! Like, come on, it can't be natural that she's been out cold this whole time!!! What'd boss even do to her?!"

"That's not our place to know!"

"But if we're supposed to take care of her—"

"Why're you so worried about her, anyway?!"

"Wh— Well! Like I said! We're taking care of her, so I might as well be concerned if— Ugh, see, Kieran, you're only doing this 'cause of what Boss ordered!"

"Well, duh?!"

Your figure stirred.

Both heads whipped around only to see that you'd turned your head to the side—

Your eyes were still closed.

Kieran couldn't tell if you were simply just that deep in your sleep that even their bickering didn't seem to bother you, or if you didn't care enough.

Still…

He stood up to sit closer next to you, his own figure peering over to look.

"She'll be fine," he mumbled. "She's a Hunter. Plus, Boss likes her. So it means something."

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a little smile tugging up at Luke's lips.

"…Ah, no, you're right. He's so totally interested in her. Kept her with him for the longest time, didn't he? I thought it was just 'cause of the Aether Core and whatever gutsy thing she did back in the Nest, but… Doesn't it seem like something more to you?"

Interest.

Kieran knew this tone of his just as well as he did boredom. And it was Luke's turn to lean over and peer at your figure.

"Caught the word resonate back there," Kieran shrugged, "Think he's trying to get something out of her. But…"

The two smirked at each other.

"Ha! He likes her, huh?"

"Heh. Yeah."

They laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of it, before Luke reached out to poke at your cheek. "Okay. But she won't be sleeping forever, right? Come on. She's been unconscious for one day. We need to wake her up."

A moment of silence.

The two continued to stare at you, contemplating, lost in thought—

Ah.

A tiny little smirk played at Kieran's lips.

We just need to make things a little fun.

"Easy," he mumbled. "Just open up the back of her head." A slight shift of his arm brought out the various darts he'd spent a majority of that day making, and there in his eyes was a gleam so painfully obvious; a display of excitement that had even Luke letting out a laugh. "Drill a hole into her neck, anddd…—"

The stir of your figure cut him off. This time, you hadn't just shifted your position a little bit, but your eyes had blinked open.

The reaction was immediate.

Traces of weapons were shoved back into their sleeves as they looked at you with wide eyes, but if Kieran was expecting anything from you, then it wasn't the glare you had etched into your gaze when you looked at them. Nor was it the little bit of exhaustion visible in the way you blinked yourself into focus.

You'd been sleeping this whole time. Was it not restful…?

Slowly, Kieran took a tentative step backwards, as if to offer you some space. He could see the way your eyes settled properly on the both of them, a vague sense of recognition washing over your features—from the time they'd rescued her, no doubt. And despite the grogginess still visible on you as sleep gradually gave way to alertness, he found the tiniest smile playing on his lips before he could really stop himself.

You did wake up.

Not bad, for a Hunter.

"You two—"

A frown was on your face as you began to speak, but Luke was quick to interrupt.

"You're seeing things!"

A familiar cue.

Barely a word out of your mouth before Luke was cutting you off, and Kieran himself could have scoffed.

"I'm the only one here. There is no… 'two'."

It was almost amusing the utter confusion gracing your features, because Kieran didn't think it was possible to look so lost while simultaneously fed up with everything. He watched your eyes slowly move across the room to take in your surroundings, and he almost felt pity for you.

Almost.

"Then who's that?" Your hand raised to point directly towards him, and, perhaps the boredom truly had gotten to them.

"My soul can leave… My body!"

It wasn't the first time Kieran had been strung along with his brother's antics. His arms moved outward, shaking, convulsing as if supporting Luke's dramatics—after spending an entire day and a half doing virtually nothing but watching over you, his own movements held a certain kind of looseness as if finally tasting some sense of freedom.

He almost wanted to laugh.

Finally, something new.

Yet as he stopped the little charade, the lack of reaction from you had him immediately crossing his arms. Despite the joy of finally having someone else to toy around with—figuratively speaking—it didn't quite seemas if you were up for it.

And, sure, it might not have been the best of times to pull a joke, but he frowned nonetheless. The moment was short-lived.

"Are you stunned? Shocked?" There was a little undertone of a scoff in his voice, and when you only so much as stared back at him, he let out a huff. "Booooooringgg."

That kind of attitude was not going to fly in this place—

Or, so he thought, and so he would have said, had he not received a nudge in the arm from his brother.

Luke cleared his throat, vaguely gesturing around. It almost seemed as if the silence on your part settled an air of awkwardness around all of you, and he had to speak in an attempt to clear it. "Ahem… Hi! Before you left Boss's parlor… Well, we already met. Four days ago, to be exact."

Oh, what gives. With a barely audible sigh, Kieran looked away for a moment. "We didn't just save you from that ungrateful traitor. We also brought you back to Onychinus's base." He still remained with his arms crossed, but he took small, tentative steps forward to lean against the bedpost. This time, he looked back at you. The mere mention of that day had him clicking his tongue, and he was aware that his words just likely came off sharper than intended….

He did nothing to fix it.

"…So you want me to thank you."

Another thick veil of ice settled over the three of you. If Luke's attempt at lightening the atmosphere had succeeded for even a moment, it clearly wasn't something that lasted.

The silence spoke volumes.

"It's not that! It's just, it's dangerous in the N109 Zone! You knoww… For a Linkon girl?"

Kieran had debated many things in his head over the past couple of hours when it came to you. One, being whether or not you were worth the obvious favor that Sylus had placed upon you. Two, being whether or not you could meet the expectations of earning a favor of that sort. Three, being whether or not a girl like you could ever fit into this little bubble that the people of the city had always blatantly outcast anyway.

In the end, you were interesting, he'd give you that. The coldness in your eyes could cut the air with a knife, even moreso given that you would argue with them. And, yet… It was not he who had come to a conclusion, but—his brother. And the verdict, he knew, was that Luke would rather show concern for you than leave you to take care of yourself.

He watched the way your lips pursed into a thin line, the way your gaze shifted from a glare at him to a glare at his brother.

"Excuse me?"

"No, yeah, I mean! You're from Linkon, right? This place's just not cut out for you at all, Miss Hunter! So I'm saying we totally did you a big favor, but also, rather than thanking us, I think you should really reconside— hey! Kieran!"

With a roll of his eyes, he reached out to lightly flick the side of Luke's head. "What? At least look at the way she's glaring at you."

"Wh- I swear, I'm only trying to look out for her! Hey. Miss Hunter, listen, I'm really not trying to—!" His had turned between Kieran and you simultaneously, before he clicked his tongue and shook his head, almost as if trying to take back all he'd said.

Once more, the silence on your part was deafening.

And, yet, Kieran could understand where he was coming from.

Another once-over at your figure, and he still couldn't quite place how exactly you'd survive out there. Being a Hunter was one thing—playing around with the Nest was one thing, too. But going out there was a different thing altogether. He wouldn't have expected someone of the law to find it easy, and that was likely the guise beneath his brother's rather tactless way of putting it out there.

"Look," Luke tried again, scratching the back of his head. "We know what you're thinking. But after being hunted down in the Nest, do you know how many people are out there looking for you?"

With a tilt of his head towards the door, Kieran shrugged. "And even if you escape, you'll only get lost in the chaos of this no-man's land."

"Yeah! Wanderers will eat you up! And they won't leave behind any crumbs, sooo…"

The twins looked at each other, and a silent, split-second understanding passed through them.

Sylus told them to take care of you.

They were following orders, right?

"Stay here with our Boss!"

They chimed in unison, and Kieran nodded to himself, assured in their decisions. "Throw away all morality and compassion, and this place will be a paradise!"

It was a phrase that meant much to them, for all that it was true. Linkon and the N109 zone were different worlds to them—and two worlds didn't mix. If they would rather avoid unnecessary business in the city, then the same should be said about you.

This was enough of a test.

Because if you couldn't do it, then this place just wasn't for you at all. Kieran firmly believed that.

Your gaze shifted to the side, almost ignoring their words entirely. He couldn't tell if you cared much about what they'd said, or if you'd even processed it, but—

"Kieran, right?"

Your voice came out as a sigh.

You were looking at him.

"And, the other one is…"

Your gaze shifted, and, as if taking your acknowledgment a sign of approval, Luke excitedly drew in a breath.

"Yeah! That's Kieran, and I'm Luke! We're basically theBoss's right hand men, so, if you needanything, then you can totally ask us!"

Kieran could have facepalmed. Often, he would wonder how it was that his own twin could be as gullible as he was a menace… And, yet, something about the excitement felt contagious.

A smile peeked at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, I guess that was a little unfair. Since we knew your name and all from the start."

Again your gaze shifted to him, and for a moment, neither of you said much else.

It was a silent truce—

Kieran would have liked to believe that.

Yet his eyes took note of the tenseness in your shoulders, the way your breaths were far too deep to be completely relaxed…

"By the way," you waved a hand in the air, a motion so casual yet practiced; a motion that Kieran would have missed if he hadn't been conditioned to notice the subtleties of the people around him. Despite the calm in your voice, he knew that you were planning something. "Who's older? You two are basically identical twins."

A fleeting thought in his head: Of course. She was only seeing the masks, after all.

"Take a guess!"

"Could you come closer so I can get a better look?"

Oh.

Kieran noticed it before Luke did.

You grabbed his arm and held him close, pointing what looked to be a laser right at his neck—"Hey…! What are you doing?!"

It didn't feel like anything.

Kieran was frowning, and he couldn't feel much of any harm from you directly, but he could very well see it. Your grip around Luke was tight enough that he couldn't quite slip out of your grasp, and the red glare from the laser felt ominous enough.

"Have you ever heard of the XT-7, the Hunters Association's latest weapon?" Your voice was smug. The calm it held was different from the one you'd used just earlier—you knew you had the upper hand now. "It's a high-powered laser that can penetrate your skin and vaporize your blood. The good news is that it's painless… The bad news is that you'll be losing a lot of blood from your neck. Are you squeamish?"

Kieran had a choice to make.

The little bit of doubt in his head that had him wondering if you had the guts to do anything to Luke didn't matter—Not like this.

And, yet…

He glanced away for a moment to compose himself, a satisfied smirk forming on his lips, before taking small, steady steps towards the door. Because despite the gravity of the situation, there was something like a sense of pride swelling somewhere in his chest. He wouldn't have known if this was your answer, nor if it was enough for it to really be an answer… But he thought it again.

Not bad, for a Hunter.

With a clear of his throat, he reached behind him and turned the doorknob, effectively pushing the door open.

The mask fell, and your arms relaxed—features schooled into raised eyebrows and a mouth falling slightly open; an unabashed look of surprise.

He almost laughed.

Almost.

"Why're you staring at me? Did I say you weren't allowed to leave?"

He watched you slowly make your way over to the door—Luke still in tow—and scan the hallway outside of it.

"How do I get out of here, then?"

"Straight down the hall."

"That's it?"

"That's it." He nodded towards the door on the far end of the hall, before looking back at you. "…Your hold loosened, you know," he mumbled. "You let your guard down. Don't do that around here."

You tightened your grip around Luke in response, and, rendered largely silent and still very much threatened at the neck, he gave Kieran a look.

"Let him go. You know where the exit is, anyway."

"How do I know you're not just leading me into another trap?"

"Well, your guess is as good as mine. But how much time do you think we had if all we've been doing is watching you sleep?"

"…"

Your hand reluctantly let go of his brother, who stumbled over to his side. Something about the harshness of how you pushed him had Kieran rubbing his neck in response, but nevertheless, his attention had been steady on you.

A small smirk pushed at the corners of your lips.

"You're the younger one, aren't you, Kieran?"

A pause.

"…Well, we're identical twins. It hardly matters."

"Mm… Yeah, you're right. Maybe it doesn't, really."

He watched as you turned to Luke and promptly threw over the weapon you'd used to threaten him with, and Kieran couldn't help but scoff—Often, he would wonder how it was that his own twin could be as gullible as he was a menace.

As the two bickered lightly over the supposed weapon now confirmed to be a laser pointer, Kieran fished into his pockets to pull out the very orange that Luke had been playing with mere moments ago.

The moment you had your back turned to walk away, he lightly threw it right at you: "Heads up, Miss Hunter."

Fast reflexes.

As expected from a Hunter.

Your head turned to catch the orange right before it hit your head, but your incredulous expression had him letting out a short, sharp laugh.

"What the hell?!" you looked at the orange in your hand. "Is this your way of getting back at m—?!"

"You didn't eat yet."

You paused.

Kieran, paying no heed to the bewildered aura his own brother was emitting, merely shrugged.

"You didn't eat yet," he repeated. And it was if he'd believed that you hadn't heard him the first time, and it was something that he needed you to hear.

In a way, it was.

"… It's not even peeled."

He scoffed in response. "Like I'd do anything about that. Go ask the Boss to peel it for you if you can't do it yourself."

"You're messing with me."

"You messed with my brother."

"I didn't hurt him!"

"You hurt his pride, though…"

"Hey now!"

"…"

"… Just eat the damn orange."

"Just peel it, then!"

"No!"

—

The room felt a little less lively after that.

And, really—they could have just left.

Kieran didn't think there was any use to staying in this room longer than they'd needed to, and yet, he found himself following Luke back in, watching him stand almost dejectedly in front of the table that… well, previously hosted the orange he'd just given to you.

"I like her."

Luke's voice came cheerfully, first, breaking the little silence that had fallen upon them. When Kieran looked at him, he was standing thoughtfully by the door, chin in hand, yet his aura felt self-assured. "Yeah!" he nodded, grinning, "I like her!"

Curiously, Kieran studied him.

"You… Huh?"

"I like her! Don't you? She's so fun!"

Kieran raised an eyebrow, head tilted to the side—

But it wasn't as if he could deny it.

Still, the opinion he'd had of you from the very start didn't change very much—you were interesting. He supposed that meant he did like you.

So he shrugged, walking over to the bed you'd rested on just to fix the blanket you'd been using.

"Yeah, I guess she's fun. Didn't think she'd pull one on you, either, so that's fun!" A little smile poked at the corners of his lips, and he glanced back at his brother. "Feeling better, though? That was kinda scary."

"Well, it didn't hurt…"

A pause, and then Luke looked away.

"Eh, we've been through far worse," he mumbled. "Not something we need ice for, anyway. At least it wasn't the XT-7…" His voice trailed off for a moment, before he glanced back. "Could'a lost you, too, then."

"Uh? I'd be losing you first?" Kieran frowned, and it was almost his immediate instinct to change the subject. "Whatever, man, you were totally gullible with her either way."

"Well! She wanted to get to know us a lil better! Just—"

Luke crossed his arms, peering at Kieran as he moved from the bed and closer to his side.

"What?"

"Just… Aren't you happy we have someone new to hang with now?"

"Never said I wasn't…"

"It's cool playing with Mephisto, and, you know. The N109 zone is great. Awesome, even. But…"

"But it's nice to see a new face."

Kieran finished his sentence for him, and for a moment, the two stood in silence next to each other.

"I get it," Kieran mumbled. He moved to lean against the nearby wall, crossing his arms to mirror Luke's stance. "It's like it's been just us for so long, that it's pretty interesting to have her stay onboard for the time that she's here."

Luke laughed. "Yeah! I mean, think about it. We'd get to mess with her too!"

"She'd get to mess with us, too."

"And it'll be funnn!" Luke's eyes nearly sparkled with excitement at the mere thought of it, and then he nudged Kieran with a grin. "Hey. You think Boss'll keep her around here for a while? Oh, man. He's totally going to, right? Then that means…!"

"Yeah, I'll bet. No way is he letting go of her. You know, Boss has always seemed a little lonely… At least we have each other, but, he…"

"…Yeah. Sucks to be him sometimes. Maybe it's 'cause he's got all this crazy power, you know?"

"Like no one really gets all that close."

Another pause.

And this time Kieran shook his head, watching Luke do a little stretch where he stood, before placing his hands in his pockets.

"I was totally going to eat that orange, by the way," he gave Kieran a look. "So you owe me. And you knew I was hungry."

"There's literally a whole ass chef in the kitchen. We've tons of oranges."

"But that was the orange we had here!"

Kieran rolled his eyes, offering Luke a shooing motion, as if telling him to leave first. "Whatever. We're free now, so let's go steal some food outside or something so you'll feel better."

A pause, and then—

Three taps.

Tap - tap - tap.

Two fingers over the top of his head, short and light—something that only Kieran could have understood from his brother.

Three taps.

Kieran smiled a little at the gesture. "What was that for?"

"Hehe, nothing. Just... relax, 'kay? I'm a-okay. Nothing happened to either of us, we're fine."

His eyes widened. "Huh? I… wasn't…"

But his own voice trailed off, and he caught the way it was Luke's turn, this time, to roll his eyes.

"Pshhh. As if you can lie to me. You worry too much, Kie. I'm the older one, so leave the worrying to me."

"…"

And as Kieran watched as Luke sauntered out the door first, yelling something about "Finally having a real taste of freedom after so long!", he felt his shoulders relax.

Luke knew him too well. And although it had always been that way, and they never truly had much of a choice—it was still the truth.

Kieran glanced behind him. A small, lone pearl earring stood out on the carpet floor, and he bent down to pick it up.

A moment or two passed—

He placed it neatly in his pocket before leaving the room.

an : i promise if i wasnt sick id be finishing off ch2 Immediately 😵‍💫 but i hope everyone has a lovely valentine's~

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[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Still very wild to me when people try to gotcha Jason with the whole "if you can kill other people for being evil why can't they kill you" when jason is like. One of the most passively suicidal characters I've ever seen. What if man

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i think its weird that i have to make this disclaimer but the internet is crazy so wtvr,, anyway,,

if i say i dont like something, that doesnt mean "that thing is bad and nobody should post it.."

i swear literally every time i even mention that i dislike something, people will go "wow does that mean u fucking hate me cuz i post that thing? ur a fucking stupid bitch and all ur opinions r wrong" LIKE ?? er.. no. just because i say i dont like certain characterizations of certain characters (the saiki k fandom is CRAZY about this cuz i can state an opinion on literally any character and a group of people will still go 'well only we're allowed to post our opinions about them because we're always right!1!1!'), or certain ship tropes (mentioned my hatred of toxic yaoi maybe once or twice on here months ago and people STILL get mad at me as if i said toxic yaoi lovers r evil or something), or certain ships, or WHATEVER, does not mean that i HATE the people who are posting them or that i think they shouldnt post them at all, NO, im just posting about my personal tastes on my personal blog and it would be extremely weird and hypocritical if i decided that i was the ONLY person that was allowed to do that,,

i think the only reason people assume that is because there are a lot of other people on here who ARE like that, and a lot of people toe the line between posting that they dont like something and posting that they think everyone who likes that thing is stupid, annoying, and wrong,, so i guess all i can say is, sorry for whatever made you make these assumptions but they arent true about me so plz leave me alone ʘ‿ʘ ur doing the same thing to me that ur accusing me of but i didnt do it in the first place so ur just actively being a dick for no reason

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[pigeonphd]

nooooo dude you dont get it when i draw upon my lifetime's worth of observations of other peoples art and then synthesize the patterns i noticed into an original yet derived work of art its beautiful but when a computer does it its copyright infringement

[themyscirah]

Thinking about current continuity Vanessa and just getting pissed off again

Like one, LET HER REST oh my god dc you ruin her FUCKING life like an asshole only to bring her back as a villain after she finally got out oh my god-

But also like its just so bad. This is a whole other woman with her name like why are we doing this. Like first you kill her mom (JULIA NOOO) and erase her YEARS of history growing up around diana (the thing that actually made her villain turn [if you can call it that w the level of manipulation involved] interesting and fucking heartbreaking) for some shitty "oh I saved you we were friends" run of the mill whatever. Then to use that and say Nessie had a crush on her OWN SISTER (Diana, so like informally adopted, but still 😡) now????

And then they took away her curls and made her a redhead but not even the realistic kind. DC SHE DOESNT LOOK LIKE THAT

It just makes me so mad. Freaking guys. They could have used another name like oh my god. She's not even the first silver swan why the fuck would they do that if they're not going to explore her history w diana (which she no longer has!!!!) or how intensely fucked up everything got for her. What is even the fucking point of this then other to drag a main character of the ww supporting cast through the mud again for genuinely no reason. They could have easily had her be Valerie Beaudry (sorry Val) instead or just MADE UP ANOTHER NAME because it's obvious that no one actually cared about her as a character they just wanted the wondy villain back so like !!!!!!!!!! Why even bother

[codecicle-archive]

wanted to apologise for possibly being someone who fucked up ur tl with 18+ slime posts (coming to grips with how tagging works on this here webbedsite!) please take my sincerest (anonymous) apologies ur a cool goober 🙏

ay man it's alright!! really!!! i understand most of the 18+ people are coming from websites like twitter or tiktok so they don't quite understand how it functions :-) if you ever need a tutorial or any help with understanding the culture here, shoot me an ask! it's insanely different from other social media and i completely understand its weird to adjust to and navigate. peace and love + have fun with your slimeposting ✌️

[sapphicdib]

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[gibbearish]

hello tumblr user. before you is a post structured to reflect the style of a jigsaw trap instructional tape. your task is to parse the text and infer what rhetorical point the author was attempting to make. if you fail and instead answer the surface-level question in the tags to show what good of a grade youre getting in social justice, the bomb will detonate. you have 30 minutes. good luck.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

I think Jason, as Robin, was gearing up to be the perfect successor for Batman.

Not a good or better Batman, to be clear. Just a continuation. A copy

Jason as Robin easily accepted the potential of the mantle, to him Robin becoming Batman was simply how things worked. And reading his comics makes it clear that Jason as a vigilante acts like Batman does. They do the same things. Jason's violence or anger is never that far from Batman's own actions. You've heard of the Garzonas case, but people rarely mention how just an issue before in the dc comics that Batman accidentally killed a man with diplomatic immunity by having him fall

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

feeling a bit generous today, so for anyone who needs these, here are some tips for writing blue lock specifically (also some bonus facts at the end)

- right off the bat, don’t let popularity and likes on your posts be the only thing on your mind. when you write, make sure you’re also enjoying what you’re writing. doing this stuff only for fame and fans is a bit sad, but not only that, the quality of your work will decrease due to less passion.

- if you want it to get popular and fast, writing for rin, kaiser, or nagi is your best bet. they’re easily the most popular when it comes to this part of the fanbase, and people will eat up ANYTHING sweet when it comes to these nonchalant men.

- listening to music while you write can be helpful. i know it’s not for everyone, but listening to a playlist that matches the vibe of what im writing helps me lock in really well. here is a playlist for writing something fluffy and lovey. here is a playlist for writing something angst and made from pure sadness. here is a playlist for something obsessive and intense. here is a playlist for something that really makes you think about your life choices. (yes, i made all of these playlists, and these are the ones that i listen to)

- using the egoist bible to confirm information is immensely helpful. not only is anyone else who reads the egoist bible see those small Easter eggs, but adding those small hints about their character can also be cute and makes for better writing.

- use colored dividers. i get mine from this post (thank you to firefly graphics!!!), and make sure you use the colors in order with the characters. for example, i use teal for rin, dark blue for kaiser, and yellow for bachira.

- using song lyrics or song names as titles or inspiration is easy for ideas and for attention. many times, i will listen to a song and realize how much it matches with the blue lock boys or realize that it’ll make an incredible prompt for a drabble. for example, in no. 1 party anthem, there is the iconic “the look of love” part. for that, i made a post with the same title as the lyric and made it about how their eyes are when they are in love.

- putting 2-4 characters in a prompt drabble is the ideal amount. it gets you more popularity quicker due to more characters and more tags, but also, anyone who only started reading the prompt for a certain character can also enjoy reading about the rest of the characters.

- use as many tags as you can. if you look at the tags on my post, i use a monstrous amount.

- quality >>>>>>> quantity ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS. even a 100 word drabble can be more beautiful or impactful than a 1000 word fic if it’s worded better, has a better concept, has better character writing, and has better interactions.

- there are many tropes that work well with certain characters. for example, i always write kaiser with the childhood best friends trope, because not only does it match his character, but it also makes the best quality content. another example is karasu with academic rivals for obvious reasons, although im pretty sure we all already know that.

bonus facts!!!:

- i tend to have a hard time writing sae. he’s a difficult character to understand, which makes him all the more appealing to me but also just as annoying to write. because we have no idea what happened to him when he was in spain, he’s hard to write without being ooc or weird. before kaiser’s backstory, i also had a hard time writing for kaiser. (im an infp 4w5, if that helps)

- the only blue lock boys i can confidently say are green flags are barou, kunigami (pre-wildcard), yukimiya, and karasu. many of the others (isagi, reo, bachira, etc) are extremely close to being green flags but all have questionably toxic things that make them yellow flags.

- i wanna write for shidou so bad, but because the fandom mischaracterizes his so much, it’s hard to write for him validly without getting criticized. for example, shidou is NOT going to beat you up for no reason or be disturbing towards you for no reason. if you don’t play soccer or if you’re not particularly special, then he’s honestly just really chill. think of him like hisoka from hxh but less of a pdf file.

[httpsserene]

ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏ ɢᴏʟꜰɪɴɢ ᴡ/ ʟɴ4

📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: maybe you shouldn’t be late to any event you go to, or bare minimum don’t make any bets you know you’re not going to win. having no hand-eye coordination is not great when you’re being forced to play golf.

📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: i think i’m funny. one or two dirty jokes. and reader does have a lil injury (nothing bad). not edited at all 😎

📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: the doc says 900 words?? it feels longer idk

📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lando x black!fem!reader (it’s mainly twitch trio focused-alex,george & lando)

📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smau

📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: swang • rae sremmurd

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: i’d like to remind everyone that the people asked for this hellscape! you 🫵🏽 asked for it. it’s long, like LONG. anyways: max is definitely the type of dude to use the cat emojis. my bad to my charles girlies, he did not make the cut for this 😔 i had to get rid of like three or four ig posts and stories to make this all fit into one tblr post, and none of that had charles content 🫠. also, the plot damn near ran away from me, but it’s barely there—it’s kinda more friend focused than lando x reader until the end! uh there’s one part in here that was inspired by tik tok comments, y’all will know which one 😅 inspired by the fact that my brother hit me with a golf club when i was a child 🙂i think i’m pretty funny so i hope you guys find this funny asl, otherwise what did i do this for?

if you want me to post the outtakes lmk

send me some requests or talk to me pls 😅

want to be on a tag list? tell me in my inbox &lt;3

georgerussell63

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georgerussell63: off to a terrible start for golf day. my girlfriends “wife” is crashing the party, and my mates gf is already -4 after two holes 🙂

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lilymhe: light work 💪🏼 no reaction🥱

user: not his girlfriend’s wife ☠️

➥ user: who does he think keeps carmen’s bed warm when he’s not at home???

alex_albon: welcome to watch mojo! and today we’re counting down our top 10 times our gf’s ditch us for each other 🤨

➥ user: and?

➥ user: what else are they supposed to do alexander 😀

y/ninstagram: put some respeCK on my name princling, or next time i see u its on sight 😡 im aiming the golf club straight at you

➥ georgerussell63: you can’t even hit the golf ball in under three tries, or aim anywhere near the holes

➥ georgerussell63: i think i’ll be fine

➥ y/ninstagram: 😟😐 i'll remember this george william russell, ur asking for it

carmenmmundt: george failed to mention that he’s +3 already

➥ georgerussell: like, literally nobody asked you to say that 😒

➥ landonorris: drag him !!! he doesn’t get to say shit about our wife 😤

➥ carmenmmundt: *my wife

➥ user: lmfaooo im 💀

alex_albon

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alex_albon: ladies and gentlemen, introducing: *my* girlfriend 🤤✨

tagged lilymhe

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y/ninstagram: we MUST stay focused sisters

y/ninstagram: gawd damn‼️ wifey could hit me with that golf club any day

➥ carmenmmundt: fuck the club, i’ll let her run me over w the cart🥴

lilymhe: next hole, i’ll show you guys what a proper stoke is 😏

➥ lilymhe: since our bf’s seem to underperform…on the golf course obv

➥ user: AYOOO?!!

➥ carmenmmundt: okay 😇

➥ y/ninstagram: why r my thighs wet rn

➥ user: dO THEY KNOW THIS IS PUBLIC

alex_albon: i’m at a loss for words

➥ landonorris: this is literally your fault

➥ georgerussell63: can’t believe you mate 🫤

➥ alex_albon: how is this MY fault??! whattddiddiddoo

lilymhe • 5hrs ago

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y/ninstagram: idk y ur complaining? the cart is parked. on its side, but it’s parked😊

carmenmmundt: i think we’ve punished ourselves

alex_albon: should’ve left her ass at home like i said 😒

francisca.cgomes: idk even know why y’all let her drive the cart😨

y/ninstagram • 4 hrs ago

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maxfewtrell: ur joeeee kingggg. ur joe king 😐

francisca.cgomes: i wouldn’t even trust u with the scorecard—but pop off !!! girl boss shit

danielricciardo: SO I HAD TO, GRIND LIKE THAT TO SHINE LIKE THIS 🗣️🗣️‼️💯

lando.jpg

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lando.jpg: “i have the highest score out of everybody here! +26 up on y’all hoes!” - y/n

tagged y/ninstagram

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lando.jpg: BRO SAID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING 🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥

➥ maxfewtrell: SHE SOUNDS FIRE 🔥 ON MUTE ‼️💯

lilymhe: SHE GOT A HIDDEN TALENT 🔥🔥🔥 KEEP IT HIDDEN 🔥🔥🔥

➥ alex_albon: no talent ✅ JUST STRAIGHT ASS 💯💯🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

georgerussell63: THIS IS FIRE 🔥 PUT IT OUT ‼️

user: SHE SPITTING BARS 💯💯💯 PUT HER BEHIND THEM 🔥🔥🔥

user: THE SILENCE IS SO LOUD WHEN THIS HITS 🗣️🔥🔥

user: WE STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM 🔥🔥🔥 NOW WE’RE DIGGING 🗣️🗣️🔥💯‼️🙌🏽🙌🏽

y/ninstagram: y u hurt me 😪

➥ carmenmmundt: i think you’re underrated, honestly &lt;; 3

➥ y/ninstagram: aw ty carmie :)

➥ carmenmmundt: I HOPE IT STAYS THAT WAY 🥶🥶‼️‼️🙌🏻🙌🏻

➥ y/ninstagram: bee-eff-eff-aur: be FUCKING for real 😒

y/ninstagram • 3 hrs ago

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maxverstappen1: i don’t want to laugh—man who TF am i kidding 😹😹😹

alexandrasaintmleux: how THE fuck did u manage to give yourself a concussion??!

carlossainzjr: pobrecita😪 how 😭 terrible 😭 can you tell lando to come over when ur done

carlossainzjr: hello

carlossainzjr: niña i can see you reading my messages

landonorris

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landonorris: thank you for all the wishes about y/n (not u carlos, you’re in time out). she only has a mild concussion, and verbally assaults me when i wake her up every two hours 😒 to make sure she’s alive 🤗

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landonorris: god forbid i stop her from dying 😱

➥ carlossainzjr: heyyy be nice to her she’s in another world right now

➥ landonorris: u r not slick sainz. don’t expose our affair to my gf when she’s injured

➥ carlossainzjr: she won’t even remember this 🥺

➥ user: sir👁️👄👁️, this is a wendy’s drive through

➥ user: they know this on the internet 4ever right…?

lilymhe: this girl swung the club, missed the ball, and let go of the damn club no follow through

➥ carmenmmundt: it hit the ground and ricocheted back at her

➥ alex_albon: and she got knocked on the forehead hard asl

➥ georgerussell63: the noise it made was hilarious 😂 y’all should’ve been there

➥ user: geORGE WILLIAM????

➥ georgerussell63: i’m mad we didn’t get it on video smh 😔

taglist: @saintslewis @cherry2stems

© httpsserene 2023

[pynkhues]

Idk if uve discussed this before, im new haha but I really enjoy your readings of the show and I’m curious, would u call louis a femme? Idk i think it’s a widely accepted canon in the fandom and i constantly see it spread all over twitter with no argument whatsoever and im over here like i.. i dont see it?? Idk!

Hey! Welcome, anon! And thank you for your kind words! You’re very sweet!

I think I’ve probably discussed it in fragments before, but not outright said it, but no, I wouldn’t call Louis a femme. It’s certainly a largely accepted fanon in a vocal part of the fandom, particularly on Twitter and ao3, and yeah - - I mean. I’m really glad people are having fun with it! I do also sometimes feel they’re watching a different show to me though, because it’s honestly not something I see at all. I don’t know if their arguments are necessarily organized in the one place (although I could be very wrong in terms of that!) but I might use this as an opportunity to collate my thoughts and the previous posts I’ve made addressing the arguments around this particular topic. SO! Okay! Let’s break it down and dive in:

Louis is femme because he’s a Gothic Heroine

I just don’t agree with this argument, I’m sorry. I’m not going to get into the weeds of this one, just because I feel like I’ve done so already, but I don’t personally read Louis as a gothic heroine at all. In fact, I see him as a very archetypical Byronic Hero, which I talked about in this post, and in others in my Byronic Hero tag.

Louis is femme because he is a Battered Housewife / relying on a Sugar Daddy

This point often gets tied up into the gothic heroine one, and it’s one that always kind of surprises me a little bit. Even putting aside the fact that it’s an ugly, misogynistic trope in general, Louis’ relationship to being a quote-unquote ‘housewife’ is one that – to me – is symbolic of his feelings of emasculation in the Rue Royale household not as a result of Lestat alone, but as a result of the white power structures in New Orleans that would disempower and disenfranchise him. He doesn’t like it, it doesn’t make him ‘femme’, in fact, my interpretation is the opposite – it emasculates him as a Black Man, and he feels that in every part of his life to the point that both his daughter and sister weaponize it against him, and I personally think it’s a factor in his periodic impotence in his marriage. Respectively, Claudia calls him the housewife, and Grace calls Lestat his white daddy – these aren’t compliments, these are callous insults from both of them designed to bruise his pride and force him into action. The fact that neither of them work to move him the way they want doesn’t mean Louis identifies with them, rather it means he’s – at the time – committed to Lestat for better and worse, but their words compound in a way that fuels his resentment of Lestat as both an adulterous husband and a symbol of everything wrong with his life.

Further to that – and I say it in the Byronic Hero/Gothic Heroine post that I link to above  – but a vital part of power dynamic tropes in gothic literature is that women lose power through marriage, they don’t gain it, and Louis does, in fact, gain it. Lestat’s a ticket to social advancement for Louis because as much as Louis (rightfully! It’s extremely racist!) hates being forced into a servitude role publicly at the theatre or in lease agreements, it’s Lestat’s whiteness that allows Louis into more conversations politically, and eventually allows him to buy the Fair Play Saloon and turn it into The Azaelia. It’s a limited power, of course, as a result of his race and the era, but the show actually explicitly lays out certain things for us like the fact that Louis pays Lestat back in full, and pointedly, that Louis never felt that he had to pay Lestat back at all:

The last line of which is Louis greeting Lestat not as a sugar baby or a housewife walking out to his sugar daddy or husband, but as a business man to his husband.

In fact, the interesting exchange of power in that sequence actually leans to the reverse as Lestat ends up playing host to a new client while Louis lords over an empire.

(You can't see it exactly in these subtitles, but it's Louis who says 'you about five years late', and Lestat honeytrapping with taking the man away).

It's a dynamic that repeats with the musician who tries to leave that Lestat coerces into staying - Louis' king of the castle, and Lestat, the show implies, I feel, plays the placating partner smooting over the edges.

But isn’t Lestat a symbol of patriarchal power in the Rue Royale Household?

I’ve had a couple of asks about this and have a long reply in my drafts that I’ll try and post this weekend, but yes and no? I think in Rue Royale, Lestat’s definitely a symbol of patriarchal power to Claudia, and I think Louis sometimes feels him that way too, but I don’t think it’s actually true for Louis in the way that it is for Claudia. Gender isn’t what divides Louis and Lestat, it’s race, and every time Louis has the chance to exert patriarchal power against anyone outside that house or inside it, he uses it – from coercing Lestat into Claudia's rebirth to physically assaulting Claudia over Lestat’s murder, to even trying to influence her diet and guilting her into staying, to throwing Lestat out of his own house and then fucking him in his lover’s bed (which, obviously, are after Lestat's singular act of violence), to being literally a pimp, strongarming his sister and his mother, to giving less than 0 fucks about Lily’s murder and the attempted anal-rape of Bricktop - - just.

Yeah. There are two patriarchs in the Rue Royale household, and both their names begin with L.

Eldest daughter syndrome

Sometimes men are also eldest siblings who feel the burden of responsibility?

Even beyond that though, I think Louis’ response to Grace is particularly paternalistic, a pattern he’d repeat with Claudia, which I talk about here. I do think Louis has a lot of responsibility and weight on his shoulders as an eldest child, absolutely, and I actually think there’s a lot to talk about in terms of his complex position as brother-father to Paul and Grace in s1 (and I empathise with him intensely in this regard as someone who’s been a sibling’s guardian), but like. That’s not a feminine trait, nor is it one that makes him an eldest daughter. I’m not one, and he’s not one either. Sibling dynamics aren’t cut and paste.

But Louis buys and reads Madame Bovary and obviously relates to Emma

I mean, he doesn’t buy it – the show literally, explicitly makes the point of telling us that it’s Lestat’s copy of the book that he’s reading, which honestly makes sense to me. I talked about it here (where I include the caps of it being Lestat's book too), but Emma as a character cheats because she finds monogamy boring, provincial life even more so and dislikes her daughter, while married to a successful man in a regional town. Louis’ not the Emma in that equation, Lestat is, given he's fucking Antoinette – allegedly because he wants variety – escaped the Auvergne in Paris, and can’t cope with parenthood and/or Claudia.

Interestingly too, Louis’ focus in that scene is on the 'denseness' of the prose and 'the absence of metaphor' not the content, as he ignores Lestat having a meltdown directly opposite him. My interpretation of that scene is that the writing is pointing out exactly how disconnected they are from each other, and that Louis can read a story that parallels a lot of Lestat’s experience, and fail to relate it to, or empathise with Lestat at all, even as Lestat indulges Louis’ depression and hoarding, which ! I love Louis, but Lestat does in that sequence (not that that justifies anything that Lestat does, of course).  

Isn’t Louis compared to Juliet and Mélisande?

Mmm, yes and no? Armand does put him in the Juliet role, which Louis riffs with Dreamstat about, but I tend to interpret that more to be about the involvement of the balcony than I do about their roles as Romeo and Juliet – because, y’know. Not everything’s actually about gender, particularly with same sex couples of that era who had limited reference points generally, and certainly limited mainstream ones.  

And Melisande - - not at all, actually? I do have to say that I’m a little bit baffled by this particular argument given we have the lyrics to Come to Me and Lestat puts himself in the feminine role of Mélisande (and I actually do think you can mount the argument that he's done that because he’s intending for Antoinette to sing it, which I thought for a long time before hearing Long Face tbh, and now I actually do think it’s deliberately playing into Louis’ sense of masculinity), and he does cast Louis in the masculine role of Pelléas. The chorus literally goes:

Ruin each other Like star-crossed lovers Your Pelléas, my Mélisande Oh, come to me Come to me

So, yeah. Again, that argument just doesn't quite land for me.

Wasn’t he jealous of Grace’s pregnancy though?

Was he? That wasn’t my interpretation, but I’d actually genuinely be interested to hear a case for it, because I feel that’s kind of tasty on a narrative level, haha. My interpretation of that entire sequence though kind of feeds back into that eldest sibling thing again where he a) resented Grace building something of her own before he could, and b) was terrified of the idea that her having her own family would mean that she’d pull way from him which she, of course, did.

I tend to see Louis’ desire to have Claudia as a fairly impulsive one, and I actually see (in the show’verse) his desire to have Lestat be the one to turn her as a part of him further interlocking him and Lestat together, particularly after he's effectively just broken up with Lestat. It's messy! But yeah, I mean, I think 2.07 laid out pretty cleanly that Louis' choice to turn Claudia was inherently a selfish one, and I personally don't see it as one borne out of jealousy so much as needing an anchor. 

Anne bases Louis on herself

She also bases Lestat on herself and/or everything she wants to be, and also washes her hands of Louis as a character for books at a time, and like - - I’m sorry, this is not the tone I usually take, but like - - lowkey, who cares? Everyone in this fandom loves death of the author until Anne says one thing they can use to justify their headcanons, and I just don’t really get it. Why are you trying to interpret a vampire novel as a memoir? Obviously it’s not factual? Anne’s not a man, she’s not drinking blood, she’s not romantically entangled with her dead daughter, like I do understand that it can feel noodly sometimes with authors and characters, but as someone who works with a lot of writers, I can promise you they’re dipping in and out of characters like crazy, haha.

It doesn’t mean a character’s them, and it certainly doesn’t mean you’re interacting with Anne when you're interacting with Louis, which I suspect a lot of people don’t want anyway? I don't know, personally I view this one as a bit of a non-starter.

Louis’ pretty though

Yeah, he is! He’s your Helen of Troy! He’s beautiful! He’d look amazing in tights and heels! That doesn’t mean he’s canonically femme though.

[infamous-if]

Dec ✮ 12 ✮ 2024 – update

Part of me hates doing these mostly because it's a whole lotta nothing and me just repeating everything I said the last update (lol) but I do like doing it because I like keeping people updated, even if it's a non-update. I may sound like a broken record (pun not intended) but I know a lot of people don't catch my updates every time so it's nice to just keep people informed yk yk

✮ — Part 2 + rewrite

Fun fact: I had written an entire essay about my excitement for the rewrite and chapter 3 and beyond but it got too long!

It boiled down to me wondering why I'm so excited for this rewrite and realizing it's because I feel comfortable enough to approach it with complete creative freedom. I wrote the first iteration of the demo with the constant worries swimming in my head like "I hope people understand what I'm trying to say here" and "I hope this situation is being read the way I intended for it to be read." And I think I sort of had those thoughts tenfold while writing Part 2. If you paid attention, you can probably see where I was trying to shut down certain discussions in the narrative lmao

Recently I had a tiny epiphany and reminded myself that it's not always about what I intend to write, but what is being understood by each reader. And yes this is basic writing 101 but let me have this moment of clarity okay. Embracing that means I can proceed with Infamous without holding back and sticking to my guns in regards to what I want for this story aka I'm just going to write what I write and like....not worry about the rest you feel (while of course integrating the common critiques and suggestions and improving on the things Infamous falls short in—I am not Shakespeare lmao)

ANYWAY my point is that I'm excited to fix up the demo !!! and just go back to it with complete confidence in myself and write whatever the heck feels right to me (and write the rest of the story lolol) and return with a better story than I have now for everyone!!

✮ — December will be for

planning what I'm going to improve and squeezing that in a reworked outline so it can flow much better narratively.

Outlining Chapter 3 and hopefully have the bare bones first draft drafted up which is mostly just be writing blocks of descriptions

I'm not sure I'll have anything substantial to justify looking for beta testers so soon yet but maybe!

work on my spice writing babey writing/reading spice makes me actually physically recoil but im determined to get better! which reminds me to finish the 6k follower gifts!

And also take a small breather because I am moving!

✮ — Patreon

I've already mentioned this on Patreon and a few times on here, but I do want to reiterate that Patreon content is coming out in bulk this month, in case anyone was wondering why I'm not posting as frequently. The content is still the same in terms of the quantity, it just won't be released every few days! thank you guys for being understanding of that <3

✮ —

My activity has is decreasing little by little due to my move but I do read every question and try to at least answer one question a day. I get quite a few mentions lately so I have to sort through those since I do get tagged in things, but I miss them due to my notifications. Usually I hope for the best and hope tracking the tag puts it on my dashboard <3 im not ignoring anyone!

That's all for now! Hope everyone has a happy December and Happy Holidays!

[tteokdoroki]

Aali!!!! I was gonna put this in the tags of your training scenario but got shy :(

but i immediately thought of Gojo!! And like he's not surprised you flipped him over due to you're strength, he has no doubts about how strong you are but it's the fact that he trusts you so much he unconsciously turned off his infinity for you <3 so now he's like !!!!!! because what!!!! but also you're on top of him and you look so pretty so now he's short circuiting double the amount!!!!

Like !!!!!!!! my brain is going crazy thinking about it - 🍓

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. neither strong, nor weak - just in love.

about. combat training with gojo makes him realise just how strong you really are. inspired by this silly post i made yesterday, it wasn’t meant to become a whole thing but it did and now it’s…sad. im sorry. also pls don’t be shy ily :(

warnings. minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact. sfw, angst, mutual pining, slightly unrequited romance, mentions of violence (they’re combat training), death mention, canon!verse, gn!reader.

you’re pissed. 

over the years satoru’s seen a colourful array of emotions splayed against your features. he’s seen joy, laughter, happiness — all of which are his favourites. he wishes he could have seen them more. but also sadness, anguish and a pain so deep he felt like he was dying right alongside you. 

he’s died once before, nearly, but it never could have compared to the feeling he got when you looked at him with pure hatred. because gojo had been the one to hurt you, then. 

you’ve never been one to hold grudges, you’re too good of a person for the world to hold anyone in such a negative light for way too long — but when you do experience these emotions, you feel them all too much and all too hard and everyone can see it too. maybe that’s why gojo picks up on your spike of anger so easily during training today, it could be the sick reason behind how much he’s enjoying you being pissed off too.  

because you wear your heart on your sleeve and your emotions on your face, so gojo knows exactly how he makes you feel — all of the time. “c’mon sweetheart, don’t lose focus. don’t you wanna beat me?” he taunts you, a cocky smile stretched over his lips as he dodges each of your blows, though the shades over his eyes hide the admiration he has for you.  

“fuck you.” you spit back harshly, as if the words scald your tongue. shifting your weight onto your back foot, you take a chance and swing your leg up high, just narrowly missing the silvery mop of satoru’s hair where his infinity goes up to protect him. 

for gojo, it’s easy for things to lose their meaning, slipping away from him like fine grains of sand through his fingers. at times when he should, he finds himself without a care — it’s easier to walk through life not giving a shit than to tie emotions to actions, people and places. if the strongest cares too much then people have to die. that’s why the wielder of the six eyes holds you to such high regards. you’re strong because you’re able to care — no matter what’s in your path or who might stand in your way, and what they might make you feel, you are able to be strong for those in need. 

you feel what satoru can’t. 

“i’ve been waiting all day for that, honey.” he quips back, lifting his shades just a little to bare the full brunt of your aura through his technique. “c’mon, let’s put in a little more effort, shall we? if i were a curse, you’d be dead by now.” 

everything gojo sees is magnified by one hundred, he could detect the smallest of changes no matter how close or far he was from you — and being able to witness frustration build up in your core along with stacks of your cursed energy elicits a pleasant reaction out of him. his head flops to the side, almost bored, despite how the corner of his lips quirk up into a lopsided grin. satoru loves how you’re just teeming with anger, from the top of your head right down to your toes — spreading into your fingertips as your cursed energy balls powerfully around your fist. 

and even though he catches it between his larger hands, the thin invisible veil of his infinity quite literally stopping you from killing gojo — he can still feel that you’re pouring your all into this, into him. even though you’re tired and dripping with sweat while your muscles burn so hot you fear they might melt away, you’re still trying. you still won’t give up. you’re still stronger than he ever could be. 

and he’s practically a god. 

“you would be the dead one if you didn’t have the cheat code to life.” rolling your shoulders, you step back with a menacing snarl and start again — fists flying in the direction of the six eyes as you’re  fuelled by the passion of taking him down. making him hurt. people like gojo piss you off, their existence serving as a reminder that your life is not promised and every step you take is a sacrifice to help them live on. though deep down, you know that you don’t hate him for it. it’s nothing that he could have helped. 

once again, satoru snags your fist before it can even leave a mark on him and draws you in by his infinity. for a moment, you’re scared that he might use it to repel you, harm you  — he catches the flicker of fear in your eyes before you steel your nerves and keep on fighting even as he grabs at your wrists, sweeps your feet out from underneath you and pins you to the hard ground below. 

leaning over your frame as you squirm beneath him, gojo tuts down at you in faux disappointment. “so sad, and here i was, thinking that you were strong enough to beat me.” he says, cruelly. “give up already, princess.” 

in response, you bare your fangs and dig your nails into his wrists — not letting up. “i’ll give up when you’ve killed me.” 

that makes satoru falter. 

it’s only training, really, it shouldn’t even be that serious. but his mind can’t shake the idea of one day sacrificing you for the good of others. for everyone satoru gojo has ever cared about, there has been a day where he has to choose between letting them meet their end and protecting the jujutsu world. that’s the way it’s always been and always will be. it’s not that he thinks you’re weak, that you can’t handle yourself — you’ve proven yourself capable of that time and time again. you’re strong, physically and resilient in your emotions, mentally but you’re only human.

and humans don’t last as long as gods do. 

seizing the opportunity at hand, you squeeze your thighs around satoru’s slender waist to switch your situation and rip your wrists free from his steady iron grip. so now, your positions are reversed, and he’s the one with his arms above his head — exposing all of his vulnerable vital organs. he could have easily kept himself in control and have you squirming below him for hours, but he lets you. he trusts you enough to let you prove yourself to him — just so he can have that moment, that lets you know that the great satoru gojo is not immune to the likes of you. 

he is weak for you. 

his infinity slips away unconsciously just as his back his the the floor with a dull thud — wisps of his snow white hair flying about the place with the motion. satoru lays still beneath you, unmoving like a tree rooted to its spot, and peers up at you through the thickness of his lashes. he watches how you try to control your surprise and how shocked you are at yourself for pinning him down — truth being told that if he didn’t have infinity to hide behind, if he was human, you probably would have been able to from the start. 

“think again,” you breathe, the dip in your voice doing nothing to help satoru’s crazed mind and how insane he is for you. “princess.”

you’re so pretty like this. your eyes are frenzied and and astonished, your chest heaves with every breath you take in desperation to fill your lungs with air and your skin shines with light perspiration from your training. and even then, to satoru, you’re the most precious form of life he’s ever seen. a rarity amongst unpolished gems. every emotion you have right now is laid bare against your features, coursing through your veins and it’s because of him. 

it’s nice like this, to feel weak in the knees and in the heart for someone. to be able to feel your pulse rather than see it as nothing but a flicker of a blue flame with blue eyes. 

he wants to touch you, subconsciously reaching out to brush a thumb over your cheek. “you’re so beautiful.” satoru whispers, his voice low and uneven — causing goosebumps to rise over the expanse of your skin and a soft gasp to lay wet on your lips. 

exasperated tears begin to well up in your eyes, sitting pretty in your lower lash line. you’re so angry at gojo and how you think he sees you but you don’t dare to push his hand away, instead turning your head to look elsewhere. you don’t want him to see you cry. 

“turn your infinity back on. i could kill you.” 

“you’re beautiful,” satoru repeats adamantly, not caring if he sounds like a broken record. “you’re strong. stronger than me.” you’re pissed at him too , for looking down at you. for all the things he’s said that hurt you without meaning to. your grip on his wrists loosen along with your hold on your emotions. “i wish i could be weak enough to love you.”

“i said turn it back on, gojo.” 

“look at me, please.” 

“gojo.” 

“please.” 

your shoulders sag with a shaky exhale, all of the fight you had leaving you as you sit on top of him — looking down at him. “what?” comes your quiet mumble, not daring to flinch away as his thumb traces over your bottom lip without the gentle hum of his infinity.

“i love you.” 

if you were at any other point in time, satoru’s words would have had you melting over him like butter in a pan. you would have been weak enough to say it back and let him overwhelm you with longing. because if this were any other point in time, you would have needed satoru gojo like you needed air to breathe. like you needed him to live. 

but things are different now, there’s a concrete wall built around your heart to fortify it and you’ve grown to become immune to him. like gojo says, you are strong and while you know that you always have been — hearing him admit that makes you realise you don’t want to prove your worth to him anymore. 

you would much rather have him kill you instead. 

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