#instead of doing hw oops

[c0zyrainfall]

I was thinking about it, and I started wondering what exactly is so appealing about damianya.

Twiyor is equally well written, I think, but I actually prefer the former (though I love both!). That's just because of preference and my appreciation for enemies to lovers. HOWEVER I have decided to draft up an analysis pinpointing why damianya is so enticing, because I write my own original material, and I think you can gain a lot of valuable insight by reverse engineering good writing.

First of all: What is the definition of a good romantic relationship?

I will use the following guidelines:

1) Based off of genuine friendship

2) Both are willing to sacrifice for the other and

3) Both parties make the other a better person.

The first guideline I outlined is big here. Because they are kids, they obviously should not be in a full on romantic relationship now. As a matter of fact, they will probably be waiting AT LEAST eight years. At least.

This means they have eight years to develop a true and wholesome friendship. A friendship with no romantic ulterior motives. They just get to enjoy being kids and growing up with one another. Because of this, they will see each other's high AND low points, rather than viewing the other with rose tinted lenses. Yes, maybe one of them (cough Damian) gets butterflies and feels flustered every time they see the other. But for now, it is very innocent and immature, a childish crush. By framing the goal for this relationship as FRIENDSHIP rather than ROMANCE, the two are able to develop a deeper understanding and a more complete picture of each other before they take anything to the next level.

Does the second point even need to be addressed? Anya is willing to take a tonitrus bolt for him. She is willing to stand up for him (well, technically for the "mission" but we'll get to that later). Damian is willing to take a hit for her, whether it be a dodgeball or a literal bomb. He gives her his share of the macaron (which he believes could help him with his intelligence.) He spends time he could be using to study to locate the finest teacakes in the world so he can give them to her.

Now to the third point.

When we first meet Damian, we don't like him. He is a classist jerk. So karma hits him (literally) in the form of Cupid's arrow. By developing a crush on Anya, he is learning that he should not treat others differently because they have less money. He becomes a better person by learning that "commoners" are the same as all the rich students at Eden.

Side tangent: while I relate more to Damian academic wise, aka pushing myself probably too far to get good grades, I'm sure we can all personally relate to Anya. She tries a lot of things. She fails at almost all of them. Thus, by seeing someone who is academically accomplished and rich be infatuated with her just for being herself, we start to realize that those things don't matter as much as we sometimes feel. Therefore, we want Damian to like her, because it is sweet. It is sweet that someone who places value on things like high academics is able to see past that and appreciate someone else for different good qualities, rather than the ones society deems most important. ~

When Anya first meets Damian, we cannot fault her for disliking him. He is rude to her because she is in a lower social class than him. She is rude to him because he is mean to her. This is perfectly reasonable. In the beginning, it would not make her a better person to be friends with him; as a matter of fact, avoiding him would probably be the high road in this situation. If I were her, I would not have wanted to be friends with him at all.

Side tangent 2:

If you like damianya, you are probably fond of Anya. And of Damian. This is true for me. He's my favorite sxf character. The reason WHY we are fond of him is because we know his backstory. We know he is actually a sweet little guy who just wants to be loved. So we also want him to succeed in his friendship with Anya.

However, though she may have picked up bits and pieces through her mind reading, Anya does not know this. And even if she did, she likely wouldn't understand the levity of it. She's only 4 or 5. ~

Damian and Anya have developed since they first met. They ARE friends (or close to it, anyways). So while at first it wouldn't have made Anya a better person to genuinely care about Damian, now it would.

Because we know Damian and care about him, we also want Anya to care about him. We want her to understand why he acts the way he does. We want her to understand that he actually cares about her.

While Damian is terrible at proving he cares through his words, he is really good at SHOWING her. If she understands he has a different method for showing care, Anya grows. She is able to develop a greater understanding of other people, rather than shaping the world through her own perspective. Framing Damian as the mission makes a lot of sense. She wants her parents to stay together and not get rid of her, and she wants world peace. Of course Anya is not bad for wanting these things. But she will be BETTER when she learns to see things from Damian's pov. She will see the world is not all black and white. She will see that he is not just a mission, and that he is actually as important to her as Yor is to Twilight.

So, conclusively, those are some reasons Damianya is a well written and popular ship. I could also go into detail about how it subverts expectations, likely has future plot relevance (in relation to the story as a whole rather than just a side plot), and is a generally unique and well executed idea. However, for now, I'll leave it at this. I tried to nail down the psychology of what makes it appealing to us, but if anyone has further insights, please feel free to let me know :) Hope you all have a great day

[mercury-lynx]

Has anyone done this yet

[marblerose-rue]

new lioden king except ive had him for a couple weeks :-)

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

A Long-Awaited Conversation

Alastor x Reader (QP)

A/N: This was initially a very different fic, but I'm not upset with how it turned out. A little bit of angst to make the day better, right?

It was a slow day. Neither you nor Alastor had much to do, so the two of you were sitting in your room, just enjoying each other’s presence. Jazz was playing quietly from an old radio by Alastor, who was doing some paperwork. You were typing away on your laptop, much to Alastor’s dismay. At least it wasn’t VoxTek, he had to give you that. 

“Do tell me, my dear: when is a door not a door?” Alastor asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“Oh dear,” you sighed, knowing exactly what was coming. 

“Oh deer is right!” Alastor replied brightly. “Now then, when is a door not a door?”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you humored him. “I don’t know, Al. Do tell.”

“When it’s a jar!” 

You couldn’t deny the snort that the corny joke elicited. Alastor knew you enjoyed his jokes, but it had been a while since he’d gone out of his way to tell you any. 

“Well, maybe you know why the cemetery was so popular.” Alastor’s grin was bright and genuine. Setting your laptop aside, you focused on him, smiling fondly. 

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“What a surprise! Didn’t you know people were just dying to get in?” Alastor proceeded to laugh at his own joke. 

“I missed this,” you said after a moment. “You were gone for seven years. I really missed this.”

The lighthearted mood turned serious. Alastor’s smile lost some of its light. “My sabbatical was… necessary, dearest. I do regret that you were unable to accompany me.” 

You noticed how the music was turned up a bit, masking the sound of your conversation. While it was doubtful anyone was listening in, you knew that Alastor wanted to cover his bases. 

“You didn’t even tell me you were leaving.” There was a clear edge in your voice. “I had no idea where you were or how long you’d be gone…” The anger, frustration, and sadness started bubbling in your chest, ready to overflow, out of control. “Seven years, Alastor! Seven fucking years, I didn’t know where you were! I thought you’d left me, Al! Or worse, you died!”

“Dearest,” Alastor tried, but you cut him off. 

“No, you don’t get to ‘dearest’ me,” you snapped. “I was alone for seven years. We’re partners, Al. We’re supposed to communicate with each other. I don’t even care what you were doing, I just wanted to know you were alright.” You paused. “Did it have to do with your deal?”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that?”

You matched his gaze. “Husk told me. He used to check on me weekly, you know. Thought I deserved to know. Which I did.”

“You don’t get to decide what I should and shouldn’t tell you,” Alastor said sharply. 

“No, but you should tell me when you’re going to abandon me!” You were shouting now, standing and staring him down. “You have no idea how much I struggled while you were gone, how much I suffered! You are everything to me, Al! You are my fucking world, and what the hell was I supposed to do when my world up and vanishes?!”

The sound of static filled the room, Alastor gripping the armrests of his chair, leaving deep claw marks. 

“I was a fucking mess! All your souls, all your territory, went to me! I’m not an Overlord, Al! I don’t want to be one! Having all that power scared the shit out of me! I was forced to do your job for you, a job I didn’t want to do!” Tears pricked at your eyes as the memories came back in full force. “And then you return suddenly, take up an impossible project, and just expect me to be okay with it? Well, I’m not okay with it! You haven’t been the same since you returned and you won’t fucking talk to me!”

You were gasping for breath when the tears started to fall. You messily wiped them away, still fuming with anger that had built up over the seven years you’d been alone. 

“Are you quite finished?” Alastor asked, his smile forced. Standing, his papers vanished, and tucked his arms behind his back. “Clean yourself up. I refuse to talk while you’re being hysterical.”

“Hysterical?! Hysterical?! What the fuck, Al?!” You yelled. “You are such a selfish, pretentious piece of shit!”

With a hum, Alastor disappeared into the shadows, causing you to scream in frustration. 

The jazz music had stopped. You were standing, alone, in your room, gasping for air as you stifled sobs. 

The day had been going so well. You had to go and fuck it up. 

Ten minutes later, you wandered to the lobby, still pissed off, but feeling a little better after crying the most you had in years. Silently, you took a seat at the bar. Husk was there, like always, and immediately started to make you your favorite drink

“Finally give him a piece of your mind?” Husk asked.

“That obvious?” Your voice was hoarse from the shouting.

“I could hear the screaming.” Husk gestured up. “Also, you look like shit, and the last time I saw you like this, it was also about him.”

The drink was placed in front of you, but you just massaged your temples. “I don’t know why I put up with him.”

Husk grabbed a bottle and drank it straight, whatever it was. “Love fucking sucks.”

You sighed, “Husk, we’ve been over this, I don’t love people like that.”

“Sure, maybe not romantically. But you still love him. And it still fucking sucks.”

“That's something, coming from you.” You took a drink, reveling in how the alcohol warmed your body. “Don't think I don't see how you look at Angel.” 

Husk glared deeply at you, not denying it. You smirked, taking another drink. 

“How do I get him to understand?” You asked quietly, half to yourself. “He’s so fucking narcissistic, I bet he didn’t even think twice about leaving me behind.”

“I couldn’t tell ya’.” Husk shrugged. “I will say, though, that you’re the only person who can actually get through to him. You have that power over him.”

You scoffed. “Like Hell I do.”

“If anyone else speaks to him like you do, they’re dead before they get a chance to think.” Shelving his drink, Husk began to busy himself behind the counter, cleaning some glasses. “Last I checked, you were still kicking.”

Silent, you contemplated Husk’s words. He had a point. If Alastor cared about anyone, it was you. Finishing your drink with another sigh, you stood. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You had to finish this. 

“Stick to your guns, kid,” Husk assured. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’re probably older than him. 

“Thanks, Husk. See you soon.” 

You remained quiet as you walked up to Alastor’s radio booth. Out of respect for his boundaries, you hardly ever went up there, but this was important. Radio static filled the air the closer you got, confirming that he was indeed in his booth, but the lack of his voice told you he wasn’t recording. 

Before you even got the chance to knock, Alastor’s shadow opened the door for you. 

“You can come in.”

Alastor was hunched over his desk, writing notes on what was likely a script for an upcoming radio show. His recording booth was a mess, with papers scattered all over the place and claw marks littering every piece of furniture that wasn’t nailed down. The feeling of Alastor’s radio static was heavy, but barely audible as Alastor wrote.

“I would apologize for shouting, but I don’t really feel sorry,” you opened with, arms crossed. 

“As you shouldn’t,” Alastor agreed, not even turning towards you. “I will say, I’m surprised you stopped when you did. I’d expected you to go on for much longer.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that remark. “Oh, trust me, there were many versions of that conversation where I went on for about half an hour.” You left out saying that you had seven years to formulate them, thinking that would only make the situation worse.

“I don’t doubt you.” After a moment, Alastor sighed, setting down his pen and sitting back in his chair. You can see the reflection of his face in the glass. His smile is still there, but barely, and his eyes seem tired. Husk was right, you did make an impression.

Alastor turned towards you, leaning his head into one hand while he tapped his fingers along his microphone staff. He still never met your eyes. “You… are correct.”

Silent, you waited for Alastor to continue, watching him closely. 

“I should not have left you without saying anything. I regret not speaking with you before I left.” You could tell he was struggling to get his words out. Emotions were hard for him, be it by nature or by choice, so you remained patient. “I left… to keep you safe.”

Hoping your surprise wasn’t evident on your face, you found a chair and pulled it up in front of him. The tension in your shoulders lessened when Alastor took your hand, holding it gently. 

“Had I not taken my absence, you would’ve been in danger. Danger I’d be unable to protect you from. I could not take that chance.” Alastor finally looked up at you. He was still guarded, still holding himself back, but there was something warm in the way he looked at you. A soft side, that only you had the privilege to see. “If something happened to you, I would be unable to live with myself. So I left, because it was the only way to ensure you would remain safe.”

A hand reached up and grazed your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realized was on your face. 

“It was the only way, my darling. I wish it hadn’t come to that. And I am ashamed that I hurt you so much in my absence.”

You were at a loss for words. Alastor had never, never, opened himself up like that. It was a little scary. Part of you wished he’d just brushed off the argument and pretended it had never happened. At least that would’ve matched what you’d expected. This… this was not at all what you’d expected. 

Blinking, your heart rate picked up against your will. “Al, I… Th-thank you for the apology, I… This… is scaring me, Al. You’re scaring me. Are you okay? This isn’t like you.”

Alastor’s hand left your face. “You are correct in saying that I am not the same man I once was. I continue to hope I will revert back to who I was, but I can see now that that’s impossible. You, dearest, are the only thing making that revelation bearable.” 

As your heart beat against your chest, you struggled to evaluate your next move. You wanted to scramble away, to beg for the old Alastor back, but you knew that wasn’t the right move. You knew this was the actual, real Alastor in front of you and not some sort of imposter. The idea that the old Alastor had vanished the day you were left on your own did not sit well with you. Frankly, it made you sick. 

But now was not the time. Right now, Alastor needed you, as fucked up as it seemed. 

Exhaling forcefully, you took hold of Alastor’s hands this time. “Thank you for coming back. Whatever it is that’s going on, we’ll deal with it together. Like always. I’m your partner, Al, and I’m not leaving anytime soon, got it?”

Alastor nodded, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, his spark had returned. His smile grew once more and he stood, pulling you to his chest. 

“Well! Now that that’s settled, how about a dance, my dear? It has been quite a while since we’ve had the chance to cut a rug together.”

With the snap of Alastor’s fingers, some jazz filled the room and the disheveled furniture was shoved against the ways to make room. Mustering your own smile, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to lead you around the room in time with the music.

It was nice to dance, you had to admit, but the abrupt change left a bad feeling in your stomach. Something was not right. In fact, something felt wrong. But now was not the time for that. Hiding behind your smile as skillfully as Alastor himself, you went along with his antics. 

But the sinking feeling of dread remained.

[high-quality-assorted-chaos]

me when oops my hand slipped and i accidentally wrote 2500 words of challenger fanfic instead of doing my hw

[bellamyblakru]

How about a fanfiction like that:

Merlin Battle of Camlann canon AU

—

We all know the scene, were Merlin appears as dragoon and fights the Saxons, right? But in my opinion, the scene would have been so much more powerful if it was not dragoon that appears, but Merlin as himself! That’s what this fic is gonna be about. Merlin saving everyone from the Saxons with his magic, as himself. And to make it even more powerful, he’s not gonna do it alone. He’s not going to appear out of the blue with just a magic staff, no, he appears as Merlin, the dragon lord. On the back of Kilgarrah, Merlin arrives on the battle field. Everyone is wondering why the dragon is helping them, but then they see a man riding the dragon and fighting with them. One moment, Arthur is about to get attacked, but doesn’t notice. But Merlin appears right in front of him, on the back of Kilgarrah and shows just how powerful he really is. Arthur is shocked. Merlin then gets down from Kilgarrahs back and fights next to Arthur and everyone. With his magic. In the heat of the battle, Arthur doesn’t care. Of course, they win. But it’s not Arthur who gets wounded, but Merlin, while he fights Morgana, and kills her with Arthur’s sword. (You can decide what happens to Mordered) Arthur is angry. Feeling betrayed. He sends Gaius to take care of Merlin, but shortly after he’s not in danger of dying anymore, sends him in the vaults. He doesn’t know what to do. He knows, that Merlin saved them all, but he’s so angry. In the mean time, Merlin refuses to eat, drink or do anything else. Arthur has no clue about that. Soon as Arthur finds out, he gets even more angry, bc Merlin is reacting this way. So he goes and talks to him, or rather shout at him. Merlin is devastated.

Yes, I love angst.

iskakakakqak YESYESYES. man, we were so fucked out of a good ass magical battle in the finale😩god, merlin being incredibly bamf on the field as himself is such a powerful image. like i read a post the other day that said what if he came to the battle and like nature was on his side too. you have like unicorns, wolves, bears, other creatures, the wind, and the dragons just behind him as his army and he just fucking destroys everything because no one is hurting arthur on his watch.

i wrote a fic once where arthur found out and put him in prison where merlin then refused to eat or drink (lemme go find it LOL okay i found it, its this one)!! and its so in character that arthur would be mad about merlin refusing to eat/drink bc “he has no reason to hurt himself when he betrayed me so deeply” and the idea that merlin just fucking refuses to do absolutely anything because everything he stood for (arthur) is gone and his will to live just narrows down to fucking nothing. god, it makes my heart hurt thinking about it. i wish there are more fics exploring how fundamental arthur is to merlin’s entire being, you feel? like merlin is so fucking dependent on arthur’s well-being that by season five, merlin’s morals were “if it keeps arthur alive, fuck anything else” and that is so incredibly fascinating. this kid who was so against killing people at the beginning grew up into someone he never wanted to be—to save arthur, his friends, and for camelot. he is so selfless to a horrid degree where his own self-preservation is nonexistent at this point (which is a Bad Thing). our protagonist became more depressed as time went on and this morally-gray attitude is one of my favorite things about merlin (the reason why he is my fucking favoriteeee). its not common you see the hero get darker as time continues (but every time i read this trope its 😩👌🏻), and its so fun to explore how potential fucked his thought process is (fun to me because im legit becoming a clinical psychologist and minds are vvv interesting and complex and incredible).

this would be hella angst akakakak man, you and i should collaborate on a future fic...what do you think?👀👀👀👀👀👀

[icks4van]

i’ve seen this tiktok trend with other bands so i made one for catfish 🤪

[itsmiyamore]

I'm feeling remarkably lonely right now damn

[tortilla-of-courage]

top 10 moments in gaming history, for real

sometimes i think about how Cawlin looked at Link, the guy he had been bullying for who knows how long, right in the eyes and trusted him with giving his crush a love letter. Never expected Link to want any payback whatsoever. Thought he'd actually do it. And then was completely surprised/scandalized by Link giving the letter to a ghost hand in the toilet instead.

[mel-pomene]

One sincere and pure smile from this man would send me into cardiac arrest

Bonus MC:

[starglow-xx]

— Oh Baby!

heartslabyul & savanaclaw x f! reader

synopsis: when the boys of heartslabyul and savanaclaw get turned to kids, who else is supposed to take of them except their beloved prefect? go figure. damn you crowley. oh, and you too grim.

fandom: twisted wonderland

type of work: part of my new mini series! : “Oh Baby!” ; a mix of head canons and a written segment, fluff / platonic themes

warnings: a stressed prefect

a/n: YALL I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THEM RN. im so biased for these two (heartslabyul specifically but shhh) and this is also unedited oops

— part 1 ; a rough (and incredibly stressful) start —

so this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now and i have a three day weekend SO this was born

did i do this instead of my hw? yes. do i regret it? not at the moment

ahem anyways

i can explain this whole situation without any major spoilers for future parts in 3 words

chaotic as hell

which is unfortunate bc you were actually in a pretty good mood before the whole incident but bc of said incident any good mood you were in has been thrown out the window

ace and deuce were swinging at each other with their now babyfied hands and fists

leona was chasing ruggie around as the latter was laughing in glee, jack not too far behind leona’s tail

hah pun intended

trey and cater thankfully, were actually quite peacefully delightedly whispering and talking to each other on the floor then started playing a game of patty cake

riddle, the sight broke your heart slightly as the now turned 5 year old’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears as he sat on a couch cushion

you and grim (who was on your shoulder) exchanged a look and blinked at each other

“nope! im out! no way do i wanna look after a bunch of snot nosed braABJFAKF”

“grim!”

grim jumped off your shoulder and made a run for it while turning back to yell at you not realizing he was running straight towards the mini whirlwinds that were ace and deuce

you quietly say your condolences towards grim before rushing over to a blubbering riddle nearly getting run over by the three mini savanaclaw boys in the process

you picked up the red haired boy while murmuring whispers of “it’s okay i got you” and other reassuring (at least you hope it sounded reassuring) words to him but out of the corner of your eye saw leona and ruggie trying to pick a fight with ace, deuce, cater and trey, grim and jack in the background only watching

“grim! why aren’t you doing anything?!”

“why would i do anything?! if the two brats get in a fight then serves them right! they were yanking on my tail!”

“what about cater and trey?!”

“serves them right too! they were teasing me by keeping the tuna out of reach earlier!”

“grim!”

thankfully, everyone came out unscathed bc you swooped in right between them and everyone kind of froze bc they weren’t expecting the intervention

it was kind of cute actually

...for all of 2 seconds

bc they went and charged at each other anyways

“okay, okay now that you guys have settled down—hEY WAIT A MINUTE YOU GUYS ACK—”

immediately due to being caught in the crossfire, you try to set riddle down on a nearby chair so he wouldn’t get hurt but as soon as you let go of him, he started to cry

“riddle? riddle! hey look at me! do you remember me? it’s okay! don’t cry, im sorry for putting you dow—RUGGIE! we do not try to bite people!”

all around you is just absolute chaos as you try to defuse the situation while trying to calm down a crying riddle

you’re absolutely positive you can hear grim cackling in the background

but it doesn’t last long bc jack grabs him but the tail and runs straight towards you guys into the chaos

“MWAHAH look at that! serves all of you right! this is incrediADKCK”

again, mentally giving your condolences to grim, you use the new distraction to escape towards the other side of the room riddle still in your hold

well, it was more like you were in his hold to be completely honest

his arms were wrapped around your neck, and legs around your stomach in a koala like hold with his chin on your shoulder

for a brief second you find yourself interanlly squealing bc ohmygod who knew riddle rosehearts, the housewarden of heartslabyul could be so cute?

but the moment is short lived

you wince as you hear a side table come crashing down along with the screams of 7 five year olds having a war with each other and grim screams of agony

you fish out your phone from your bag and you stare at for a little bit not really wanting to make this call bc you had a feeling things would get worse if you do

but grim is gonna be soon out of commission and you’re out of options

you’d rather not have your dorm destroyed so there’s really only one thing to do now

“AKWCKQD CROWLEY-SAN”

peace never seemed to be in the air around campus these days now did it.

the masked headmaster sighed before speaking into the phone.

“yes, (y/n)?”

“i-it’s the boys! the heartslabyul and savanaclaw boys! t-they’ve—AH leona no! you do not hit! put grim down! animal cruelty will not be tolerated at this dorm!”

crowley tilts the phone away from his ear slightly as the noises from your end get louder and louder. there’s a lot of panicked scuffling and shouts from you along with...crying? he raises an eyebrow at the sound and becomes baffled as he begins to pick up more and more details.

if he listens closely, he could hear more than one set of footsteps, but they aren’t as heavy as a human’s should be. it’s likely to be grim, but with all the ruckus, it can’t just be him. didn’t you mention you were with the boys from heartslabyul and savanaclaw? knowing them, they’d be coddling (not that they’d admit it) you the moment they find out you were distress (not that they’d admit it). what’s going on?

he waited a bit for you to come back to the phone, but after a few minutes all he got was a 

“CROWLEY-SAN PLEASE JUST COME OVER SORRY BYE”

then line went dead.

he blinked before sighing again.

oh how he misses the peace.

but he guesses he shall go because he is gracious.

— time skip —

“CROWLEY-SAN THEY’VE ALL TURNED INTO CHILDREN”

crowley stands dumbfounded on the threshold of your dorm as you stand in front of him nearly on the verge of tears, stress and panic evident on your face as children hang from...well everywhere.

you’ve got ruggie hanging off your neck giggling into your right shoulder as jack sits on your left, his arms also wrapped on your neck so he won’t fall over as he leans his head against yours slightly dozing off. 

you’ve got riddle and ace in your arms, the former looking like he had just finished crying and nuzzled into your collarbone and the latter grinning with a sparkle in his eyes clearly pleased with being in your hold. 

at your feet you’ve got deuce tightly hugging your left leg looking at crowley confusion written all over his face. on your right side, is leona who unlike jack, has fully dozed off and is currently tightly attached to your right ankle, head resting on your foot and the rest of his body sprawled out on the floor.

and last but not least, you’ve got a younger trey standing on your left side having the end of your cardigan tightly in his hold as cater stands on your right somehow avoiding stepping on leona’s tail holding onto your torso.

again, crowley blinks not fully comprehending the sight before him. if he looks past you, he can see grim sprawled out in the living room floor out cold.

“...i see”

“that’s all you have to say?!”

AHH this is my first fic that ive posted in. long while, so im proud i found some time and motivation to write something hehe. stay tuned for the next part! YOU GUYS IM SO EXCITED !! hope to see yall next time!

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate on here or any other sites!

[mayoiayasep]

IT WAS GOOD im gna go to an anime con tmr and im v excited abt that AND i got like all my schoolwork done that i need to so !!!!! unfortunately i made a few decisions i am unhappy with (doing stuff on my phone instead of going to sleep) and i am trying to stop myself from metaphorically beating myself over the head with a bat ovwr it and just letting myself go to sleep. oops sorry im oversharing. anyway it was good how was ur day

im glad your day went well!! rn im switching between finishing days of the antique legend tour and doing my hw and i was gonna go to bed eventually. the anime con sounds super cool i hope you have fun while youre there!!

[gojology]

Jealousy. (Extra)

You can find Jealousy here: Part One Part Two Part Three 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 | sorry for the inactivity, i’ve been taking a break. regardless, i’m super happy because i finished most of my hw! someone wanted an extra of my fic Jealousy, so that’s what im doing. you may have noticed this isn’t very good, but i haven’t written in a while so bear with me :(  𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Teen! Gojo Satoru x Gender Neutral Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 1167 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 |  I didn’t exactly proof read this, and it’s rushed, so expect a lot of reusing of words and just overall not amazing writing. Cursing, ALL CHARACTERS HERE ARE AGED DOWN FROM PRESENT ANIME/MANGA INTO WHEN THEY WERE TEENAGERS. 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | After confessing with Gojo Satoru himself, you and him walk on the path that would lead you back to Shoko and Geto, you two take your sweet time though, savoring the sweet, new love.

   Everything in your body was finally settling in. Your frazzled nerves had just begun to go away.    You’re walking back to the picnic, fingers intertwined with Gojo’s. Your pounding heart had subdued. Yet, you still felt fuzzy and warm, you had pinched yourself repeatedly to make sure it wasn’t a dream earlier.     The air smelled like fresh dew on grass, the scent of flowers weakly wafted in the air as well, you were drinking in the beautiful weather, enjoying the calm, quiet between the two of you.     Normally, every confession of love followed suit with cheers of joy, or perhaps a kiss, but strangely, a quiet walk through the park was something you didn’t mind.     Turning your attention towards Gojo, there was a slight curve to his lips. He didn’t smile like that often, it was either a full blown toothy grin, or nothing at all. Wind ruffling his hair, taking longer and longer strides that you couldn’t quite catch up with.     “Hey Daddy Long Legs, I’m not 6′3 you know.” you say, sarcasm and a hint of annoyance relevant in your tone.     “Oops. Sorry.” he looked down at you, stopping in his tracks.     “What? Satoru, we don’t have all the time in the world, come on, Shoko and Geto are probably waiting for us.”     ‘Why’s that matter?” crouching down so he could stare at you eye-to-eye, well, more like eye-to-glasses, you hadn’t seen his eyes too often. But when you did they were a brilliant shade of blue, flecks of different variants of the color sprinkled carelessly around, they were breathtaking. You hoped to see them more, why wouldn’t he show you them? After all, he was your... Boyfriend.     The term felt so weird to say, but so good.    “Didn’t we just start dating?” he said, cocking his head to the side, his eyebrows knitted together.     Snapping out of your daze, you study your shoes. “Well- Yes... But, that’s not the point.” your eyes flickered to the field of flowers dancing in the breeze.     “Honey, that’s entirely the point. We just got together and you’re gonna care about Shoko and Geto? You’re too considerate~” he cooed, pinching and pulling at your cheeks.     “...Is it okay if I call you honey..? Or uh, you know, pet names in general.” he added, you swear you can sense a quivering in his voice, some doubtfulness.     Biting your lip, you turn your full attention towards him, flower field be damned, you were dating the guy now, it was okay to be confident.     “...I actually prefer it.”     It took a moment to register in his probably small brain, but when it did, he beamed at you, giving a full blown smile.     “So I can call you Honey? Sugar? Cuddle Bug? Snuggle Wuffle? Snufflekins? Well I kind of already knew you were gonna say yes, by the way.” he cleared his throat, “because, I’m the strongest of all time, and I can also read minds, I swear.”     You giggle, not even realizing you were smiling at him as well, his face lit up.     “Satoru, It’s okay, just admit you were scared I was gonna say no.” He straightened himself, finally standing up. He put his hand at the back of his neck, still looking down at you.     “I wasn’t sweets, I knew you were gonna say yes, but uh, you know consent and stuff...” trailing off, he kicked at a pebble.     “I don’t think you need consent to call your significant other cute pet names, well, most of the time.” stifling a laugh, you turn to face to the very start of the pathway you and Gojo were walking on.     “Pretty, isn’t it?” he breathed. “Pretty place for a pretty person. I’m happy you told me here. Otherwise, It’d probably be when you’re fighting a curse and on the verge of death.”     “Satoru!-” Did this guy have no shame?     “What? I woulda saved you regardless, sweetheart. How am I gonna date someone that’s dead?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair.     “That’s insensitive!” you snorted, focusing your attention towards the growingly dark sky.    “It’s growing really dark, Satoru. We should head back soon.” you thought aloud, once again weaving your fingers into his hand.      “I didn’t even realize. Spending time with you makes everything fly by.” he flirted, lifting your limp hand up and kissing your skin.      You weren’t quite ready for another kiss in a span of 30 minutes.      Struggling to come up with something cheeky, you gape at him, opening and closing your mouth.     “My significant other’s a fish now? Aw whatever, you’re still cute. Want more kissies, darling?”      He doesn’t give you time to respond, instead diving face first into yours, lips interlocking. Soft, chaste kisses, there’s nothing sexual about it strangely, yet every each one still carried intimacy and love. You melt into his touch, sinking deeper and deeper into his embrace, your knees were just about to give out.      Exhaling sharply out of your nose, you could feel the cool air fanning onto your face, your skin was growing hot and sticky.    Just as you were about to try to take it a step further, he steps out of the kiss, panting heavily, drooling like an idiot.     Your brain isn’t quite working yet, and you peer at him, dumbfounded by the events that had occurred.     The still atmosphere was penetrated by the two of you panting, breathing in deeply. Your heart beating furiously, did that really just happen? Did Gojo Fucking Satoru just kiss you?      “Woah there.” panting, he crouches, looking up at you and catching his breath. “Didn’t know you were that straightforward, not now, not now baby. Didn’t you say we needed to go back to Geto and Shoko anyways?”      Trying not to whine, you clear your throat. “Oh yeah, I forgot about them.”      “Glad to know I have that effect on you.”     “Satoru!- God why did I ever have a crush on you?” slightly annoyed by his remark, you scoff.      “Because I’m handsome and strong and super cool.”      You couldn’t quite deny those claims, but your mouth was zipped shut.      “That’s what I thought.” grinning at you, yet you can only faintly make out his facial features.      “Fuck, Gojo, or uh... Baby, we gotta go! What if Shoko or Geto think we’re kidnapped or something?” Hands once again clasping with his unoccupied one, you sprinted, dragging him along the beaten trail.     “Fuck Shoko and Geto! They know I’ll protect the both of us, nothing scares me sweetheart! Let’s watch the stars together, (Y/N)!” he hollered back at you, taking longer and longer strides to catch up to you.      “Oh FUCK no baby, you are NOT beating me.” giggling, you let go of his hand, you found yourself 100 times lighter. Now sprinting at the speed of light, or at least the fastest you could run, at the entrance of the pathway. Estimating that it would take around 3 minutes of full sprinting to get to the area.      “Last one there is a rotten egg! And you don’t get any of the remaining snacks!” you screamed back at him, but he wasn’t there.     Looking forward, you realize Gojo is now ahead of you by a landslide. Yelling unintelligibly about the tasty remaining snacks in the basket. Atleast, that’s what you assume he’s yelling about, but you were sure he would save some for you.    Today, was a good day.

[ssuckitlosers]

Hws comparisons: Pruk vs Usuk

I have rewrote multiple drafts of this and each are vastly different from the last but hopefully this is the best one-though that may not be saying much lol.

I’ve already established that different sides of Arthur come out more in different ships so it’s time to compare two of them. At first look Alfred and Alfred are pretty similar characters buuuut they have totally different vibes (and I really need to analyse their characters at some point.)

So I know how some of you will explain the dynamic of usuk and I’m not even going to bring it up. Instead hear me out.

It’s hard to deny that Arthur takes somewhat of a protective role of Alfred- and I’d argue he does the same with Gilbert but to a lesser extent. Buuuut consider this; usuk is undoubtedly an optimist/pessimist pairing and when you throw in Alfred’s habit of making poorly thought out decisions he needs someone to reel him back in.

And Arthur takes the role of making Alfred stop and think for a second. The difference with pruk and usuk in this sense is that Alfred makes impulsive decisions with the belief that he’s making a good one. Arthur stops him because if said decision were actually a bad one it would upset Alfred.

Whereas Gilbert’s a realist, if he’s making an impulsive decision he’s aware of the odds that it’s going to go wrong. Arthur’s probably right beside him in making those decision too because quite frankly Arthur isn’t as responsible as he’s sometimes portrayed.

The difference is, Gilbert doesn’t really care about the consequences. If something goes wrong, the most Gilbert is going to react is with an “oops my bad” before moving on with his life. Whereas I think Alfred would feel genuinely guilty when his decision impacts others.

Also you can’t convince me Arthur isn’t ride or die when they’ve actually committed to their decisions though. He’ll do whatever he can to make the odds as in favour as they can be.

Overall, Arthurs a really protective person and Alfred brings that side of him out more because he needs that. But best believe that if anyone insults either of them Arthur will be the first person to defend them both.

With Gilbert, he shows off Arthurs loyal side a lot more. If you’re kicking Gilbert out of somewhere then Arthurs leaving too. Or if there’s a choice between two plans, Arthur will choose Gilbert’s. (At least in public, if it’s a bad plan he’ll talk to him about it in private.)

Because, imo, Gilbert would feel worse if no one had his back than if a plan failed. (Not saying Gilbert would blame Arthur if he didn’t agree with him, just that he’d feel pretty dejected.)

And I think it’s worth noting that Arthur probably doesn’t care about any of these decisions. If anything he’d probably enjoy seeing the negative consequences. But he cares about the people he loves and doesn’t want to see them hurt. They’re his only stake.

also I’m not going to elaborate on this because this is already way too long but there’s another dynamic shift with Arthur being the more emotionally driven one in pruk whereas in usuk, it’s Alfred.

[ghosttotheparty]

while the world ends around us (make believe with me)

6. I can’t even leave my room so I keep pouring AO3

And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important It's been long - Feeling Whitney // Post Malone

Lucas actually wakes up this morning.

It’s nice. Much better than laying against his wall all through the night, his eyes stuck on his laptop, watching Netflix or Youtube, or on his sketchbook, watching his pencil or pen or paint trailing across the page, leaving lines and smudges in its wake. And then looking up blearily when he realises he can see across his dark room because the sun is peeking through his blinds.

Today he wakes up when his phone starts buzzing and chiming next to his head, half under his pillow. It startles him, and he gasps as his eyes fly open, sitting up and muttering, “Jesus…” as he shuts off his alarm and tosses it to the floor next to him. It clatters against the wood and he winces, looking up at his door and running a hand through his hair.

He grabs food from the kitchen and eats it during his first class, scribbling the homework on a piece of paper he finds on the floor and doodling flowers and eyes as he forgets to pay attention. The teacher's voice turns into white noise.

- - -

He drifts off again in another class, and wakes up to a chorus of voices saying “Thank you,” and “Goodbye.” He doesn’t bother joining them, instead just clicking the hang up button and dropping his head to his arm, sighing and closing his eyes for a second before pushing himself up and groaning.

It’s the third red button he’s pressed just today.

He thinks about how many he presses a day.

Five classes, five red buttons.

Five days a week.

For weeks and weeks.

And weeks.

Christ.

Lucas huffs and pushes himself to sit cross-legged in front of the computer. He pushes it out of his mind, the remembrance that this is… it. All he has. This and a few texts from Kes and Jayden, usually about school or other kids from school, often complaining. Usually complaining. Sometimes he gets texts from Isa, silly selfies or pictures of birds. She knows he likes birds. Sometimes he gets texts from Noah, pictures of his art, drawings and paintings and doodles, or texts from Janna, which are never expected but always make him laugh. Sometimes Liv texts him just to check in.

It.

Homework and classes and red buttons and once-in-a-while texts from people he doesn’t see anymore.

And Jens, he remembers as his phone buzzes. And he smiles, but he really shouldn’t, so he pushes it away as he reaches to the floor and grabs the phone, reading.

guess what i’m making… 🥚🍳👨🏻🍳

He lets the smile push its way back onto his face (there’s no one to see anyway) as he shakes his head.

you didn’t give me time to guess, dummy

He lays on his back and holds his phone above his head, sighing as the bubble appears on his screen.

i’m impatient

Lucas scoffs, shaking his head again.

anyway good morning 😌, Jens texts a few seconds later.

good morning 🌞, Lucas responds even though it’s not really that sunny out. how are you today

well i woke up to my sisters arm hitting me in the face and i just burned an egg so that’s just kind of how it’s going so far you?

Lucas smiles again.

pretty dry so far but who knows

Like it’s a trigger, Lucas’s door swings open loudly and he tilts his head back, looking at his father upside down.

“...Yes?”

“You have to do the dishes, yeah?” he says flatly.

“But I did them last night,” Lucas says, still holding his phone above his head. He doesn’t look at it, even as it gives a short buzz with Jens’s response.

“And I brought dinner for you.”

“You brought chicken home and I cooked it.”

It’s true. Lucas had to Google how to do it, and it was the blandest, driest chicken he’s ever had, but it sufficed. There was nothing else in the kitchen he could have made. Back home, there’s usually things in the cupboard to micwave.

“Lucas—” His dad pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes, huffing. Exasperated, like Lucas is the issue here. “Just do it.”

“Fine, whatever,” Lucas mutters, looking at his phone, but he doesn’t get to read the message before his dad snaps at him.

“Don’t whatever me,” he says sharply.

“Fine,” Lucas says, stopping him. “Yes. I will.”

He leaves without shutting Lucas’s door.

Lucas takes a second, huffing at the open hallway. He hates him. And he knows he Shouldn’t, because He’s His Father, but he can’t not. It’s his face. Even before Lucas knew about how much of a dick he is, his face told Lucas everything. Always angry, disappointed. Always bitter, like he tried to sue the universe and lost. His eyes always look pinched. Especially when he looks at Lucas.

He doesn’t know why, honestly. It’s not like he even really knows Lucas. Anything about Lucas that’s actually important. Not that Lucas would tell him anything important.

(He has a list of things he doesn’t ever plan on telling him. His being gay is the top one. He’s never heard his father talk about queer people, but he doesn’t have to to know that he’s probably a bigot. His art is another thing. He doesn’t want to listen to his father talk about how it’s not a Viable Career Option, or how it’s a Waste of Time.)

He looks at his phone after a second.

😔 boring days suck wanna call later and do hw together?

Lucas exhales, trying to sigh away his frustration.

yes ofc you said you can do math right?

He shuts the door (quietly) while he waits for Jens’s answer.

i’m a math genius call me fuckin newton

Lucas scoffs, shaking his head as he sits back on his mattress, leaning back so his head falls off the edge, upside down.

great so that means you’ll do my hw for me

Lucas bites his lip, trying to suppress the smile that appears in anticipation as Jens types.

hmmmm what’s in it for me?🤔

uhhhhh moral support

Lucas grins as you amaze me appears on his screen, followed by oh i can teach you math, which promptly makes him roll his eyes and reply with an exaggerated uuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh.

Jens replies with oop i gotta go, and then, as Lucas prepares to send the eye-rolling emoji, see you after school🙃.

Lucas sends the emoji anyway, along with you’re the worst.

A few seconds later, his phone buzzes with love you too <3 , and his lingering smile falters. He sits up, swallowing and setting the phone down.

Because the pause in him, the skipped beat of his heart, the way the words tug at him even as he reads and rereads and rereads them, even as his brain knows the irony, the playfulness, the mindlessness in Jens’s saying it, can only mean one thing, and he hates himself for it.

Lucas is fucked.

- - -

So he ignores it, of course. It can’t be happening. It can’t. He’s known Jens for a few days. There’s no reason for his stomach to flutter the way it does when he gets a text from him, or when his name lights up his computer screen on Google Meets.

“He-ey,” Jens sings when Lucas answers, and a smile flickers across Lucas’s face involuntarily.

“Hey.”

“How you doing?”

“Fine,” Lucas answers, neglecting to mention the rest of his day, which was absolutely not fine. The door slams are still ringing in his head. “You?”

“Eh.”

“Hm,” Lucas chuckles. “Hey, who's your maths teacher?”

“Clark,” Jens says, looking at Lucas with his pixelated eyes. Even glitchy and blurry, Lucas can see that he’s beautiful.

“Great,” he says, ignoring it. “Have you done homework for lesson seven?”

“I absolutely have not,” Jens chirps. “I can do it and show you how to solve the problems.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Mhmm.” Jens puckers his lips, nodding and furrowing his brows. “Mhmm, mhmm. Well. I could do it and send you the answers.”

“That sounds great,” Lucas says, sarcastically sweet.

Jens snickers, reaching past his laptop, and Lucas watches as the collar of his shirt falls, a section of his skin exposed before he sits back, pulling a messy notebook, loose papers hanging out of it, and calculator with him.

“Wanna read while I work?” Jens asks, oblivious to the heat in Lucas's chest.

“Oh, yeah, I can do that.”

Lucas barely even processes the words he reads to Jens, his brain somehow paying more attention to the quiet, hushed murmurs of numbers coming from Jens.

He hears Jens mutter, “Divide by six…” and click his tongue in thought a few times just as Lucas reads, “‘...like moths against the whispering and the champagne and the stars.’”

He listens to Jens intently, even though half (or maybe just a quarter) of his mind is on the book, and even though he only catches every few words. Some words, sixty, sixteen, seventy seven, are sharp and cut right through their connection. His murmurs are nearly completely unintelligible, but Lucas listens like he’s actually trying to learn something.

It’s not until Jens says, “Lu?” softly, that Lucas realises he’s stopped reading completely, the book fallen shut in his lap with his index finger holding the page loosely, and he startles, looking directly into Jens’s eyes. His face burns up at the nickname, and at the fact that he had been so enraptured by Jens muttering maths to himself that he had forgotten completely to read.

“I— Yeah, sorry,” he says, looking away and opening the book, hoping Jens can’t see how hot his face is.

“Why’d you stop?” A smile is spread across Jens’s face. Like he knows.

“I—” Lucas stutters again. “You seemed to focussed, I didn’t wanna distract you.”

“Aw.” Jens tilts his head. “That’s sweet.” There’s a pause, and he looks down, flipping a paper that’s out of Lucases sight, before he says, “I’m almost done, I can send you pictures after so do this one.”

“Yeah,” Lucas says, trying not to let out another stammer. His face burns again. He hadn’t realised how long he’d been listening.

Jens clicks his tongue as he thinks again, and Lucas hears the clicking of his calculator and the scratch of his pencil on paper.

“Add on both sides,” he says quietly, and then, “Oh, that’s not right,” flipping his pencil over to erase it.

Lucas snickers.

“Don’t you laugh at me,” Jens says, a smile playing at his lips. “You know you can’t do better.”

“You’re not wrong.”

When Jens finally finishes the problem (he has to try again two more times; he’d skipped the problem to leave it for the end when he’d started) he texts pictures of it to Lucas, and Lucas closes the book, folding the corner of the page.

He can feel Jens watching him as he copies down the answers.

“Number four is seventy three?” he says, zooming in on the photo.

“Thirteen,” Jens says, his voice softer than Lucas expected.

“Oh, that makes more sense.” Lucas writes it. “Why the hell do your ones look like sevens?”

“I don’t know,” Jen says defensively, making a face. “It’s never been a problem before.”

“It’s weird.” He’s met with silence. “If you’re making a face at me, I can’t see it.”

Jens lets out a laugh, and Lucas grins. If sunshine made a sound, it would be Jens’s laughter.

“How do you know me so well?” Jens asks, still laughing.

Lucas giggles, snorting and shaking his head as he looks up to see Jens’s face brightening even more.

“That was so cute,” Jens says lightly, and Lucas feels like he’s on fire.

“Shut up. What’s number seven? It’s cut off in the picture.”

“Oh, shit, sorry. That’s…” Jens’s brows furrow. “Six, four… one—”

“You thought it was a seven, didn’t you?”

“Shut up. One point three two.”

“Thank you-u-u.”

Jens is quiet as Lucas copies the rest of the answers. He shakes his head at how messy Jens’s work is, shocked and honestly impressed with how his brian works, numbers and lines scattered across the page, the answers in neat, little boxes.

“Do any new drawings?” Jens asks abruptly as Lucas copies the last one.

“Huh?”

“Have you drawn anything new?”

“Uh..” Lucas finishes writing the final answer and boxing it like Jens’s. “Yes?”

“Oh?” When he looks up, Jens is resting his chin on his hands, smiling. “Tell me.”

Lucas pauses, biting his lip. He’s only done one, and it’s ripped and crumpled and shredded in the corner of his room in a plastic bin.

“I did one, but it was shit, so it’s in the trash—”

“What was it?”

“Uh, that’s not important.”

“...Okay.” He says it softly. Lucas is grateful. “Can you show me a drawing? Or like a sketch, or…”

Lucas smiles. Jens is clearly out of his element. But he’s trying.

“I might have a picture,” he says, moving the maths homework away. “Most of my sketchbooks are still in boxes.”

“You haven’t unpacked yet?” Jens asks as Lucas scrolls though his camera roll, photos of Utrecht mainly, with a few of homework and screenshots of messages from the guys scattered in there.

“No,” he says simply.

“Why?”

“Eh.” Lucas finds one of a drawing and looks at it, contemplating. It’s a sketch of Noah that he did a little after moving. He’d meant to send it to him, even considered mailing it with a little letter and some Antwerp souvenirs like a post card or something, but he never did. He sends it to Jens. “I don’t really plan on staying here that long, just until this summer.”

“Oh. Oh, woah.”

Lucas beams without wanting to, watching Jens’s head duck as he looks at his phone.

“That’s so good, Lucas.”

“Thank you,” Lucas responds, his voice small. He shifts in his seat on the mattress, fidgeting as Jens looks up at him.

“That’s so good.”

“Who is it?” Jens looks back down, moving his fingers across the screen, and Lucas can tell he’s zooming in on the photo.

“My friend from Utrecht, he’s an artist too.”

“Oh!” Jens looks up again. “Speaking of artists. I have a friend I think you’ll like.”

“You think I’ll like him because he’s an artist?”

Jens drops his phone.

“I think you’ll like him because he’s a cool guy, and you already have something in common.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“You wanna meet him?” Jens asks, almost excitedly.

Lucas stares at him, tilting his head.

“Not in person,” Jens says. “Obviously.” He makes a face. “Sometimes we have, like, a group Zoom call with the guys, do you wanna join sometime?”

Lucas pauses, hoping Jens can see the despair in his face.

The guys.

“Uh— Yeah, why not?”

Jens beams.

It makes the screen glow brighter.

[sour-lemons-and-stuff]

help im a little obsessed. may or may not start bingeing cobra kai instead of hw. oops

no yea nobody cares abt homework

*cough cough*

johnny would say something like : stop being a bunch of pansy ass nerds and do some real manly stuff like KARATE