#is it just not worth it anymore for acts to do festivals or what

[iluvzaddies]

soft yandere!wanderer headcannons

warnings: none

the wanderer had many names: kabukimono, kunikuzushi, scaramouche, the balladeer.

after he lost a battle with the well-known traveler, he became the wanderer, a puppet with no strings. a puppet with a different style and his very own anemo vision.

he changed for the better and it was all thanks to nahida, the traveler, and you.

you helped him retrieve his memories along with nahida and the traveler.

you helped out only a bit, but still, he was grateful.

he would feel indescribable emotions whenever you were around. at first, he thought there was something wrong with him, but discovered what he was feeling was in fact love.

“love” was a foreign word to him. ever since his birth, he never once experienced love. his creator, the almighty shogun or the god of eternity, saw no worth in him and discarded him like trash.

sure, he had met a few friends, but neither of them filled the void of loneliness in his heart because they either died or abandoned him.

he wanted to forget his past and focus on the present, so he tried his best not to act in a way he would back when he was a harbinger.

he wanted to shower you in gifts as thanks, but that would be a problem since he wasn’t acquainted with the fatui anymore, meaning he had no mora and would have to make mora independently somewhere.

“sc– i mean, wanderer, what are you doing?” you asked, furrowing your brows, as you saw the ex-harbinger behind a fruit stand.

“oh… i’m just trying out a new job... figured i’d have to do something to make a living since i’m not in the fatui anymore.” he felt his face heat up at the sight of you. just one look at you was enough to make him flustered. “so, this is what sumerians do to make mora? sell pieces of fruit?”

”yeah, i guess. you can try selling jewelry too or make mora off of dancing.” you imagined him, an ex-harbinger, dancing for mora. the thought made you chuckle.

“dancing? for mora? how would that benefit anyone?”

“benefit? people just like that sorta stuff. it’s entertaining for them.”

“i see. do you like that sort of stuff?”

the way he asked that question was adorable.

oh no, did you just find him adorable? he literally tried to kill you, nahida and the traveler not too long ago. how could you find him adorable?

“i– i do like watching dances. nilou’s my favorite dancer. i make sure not to miss out on any sabzeruz festivals or just any sumerian festivals.” you rubbed the back of your neck.

“hm.” he looked like he was actually considering it.

“hey, wanderer, (y/n).” nahida greeted, approaching the both of you.

“oh, nahida! it’s nice to see you again.”

“it’s nice to see you too, (y/n). i’d like to thank you once more for your help back then. traveler and i really appreciated the gesture.” nahida smiled at you then turned to wanderer. “how have you been faring, wanderer?”

“tch, it’s you again–“ he stopped, remembering he wasn’t supposed to act like his arrogant, aggressive self before (at least in front of you). “i mean i’m fine. selling fruit isn’t too hard.” it wasn’t as hard as shedding blood every single day.

“i’m glad you’re doing well.” nahida put a hand on her chest.

“well, i got to go now. you guys continue talking. goodluck with your new job, wanderer. see you around, nahida.” you said, giving them a wave, and left before wanderer could say anything else.

“you have feelings for her, don’t you?” nahida noticed his expression turn from soft to irritated. “i can see the longing look in your eyes.”

“shut up. you ruined everything with your presence.” he grumbled.

he watched as you were getting further and further away from him.

you would be his someday. he’d make sure of that. and once you were his, he wouldn’t ever spend a day apart from you. he would treat you so well. he would shower you in gifts (using his self-earned mora), take you out on “dates” (a human activity where you bring your partner to eat somewhere beautiful, he learned) and eventually confess his feelings to you.

if you return his feelings, oh that would make him the happiest puppet alive. he would happily sweep you off your feet and start a brand new life together with you.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Okay, but Lesser Lord!Reader riding Scara and him praising them and saying how lucky he is to be ridden and pleasured by a god like them. Just fluffy, soft sex with Scara, and maybe a bit of brat taming.

This man has such a chokehold on me

SUB!WANDERER X LESSOR LORD FEM!READER PART 4?

featuring:? A bit of paimon and the traveler(Can be aether or lumine, didnt use a specific gender)

//Lessor lord Y/n Teases with the name Hatguy, Sabzeruz Festival Event Spoilers!, Use of mommy~

word count: 1.43k

Scara masterlist! Scara x Lessor lord masterlist

"What? You think im TRYING to think the worst of lessor lord y/n? Incase you've forgotten Traveler..Im not a saint." wanderer scoffed while retrieving the archives of Sachin's research from paimon. "Tch- Ugh- Paimon thinks your being pretty harsh HAT GUY! be nice to y/n or paimons gonna give you a UGLY NICKNAME! She gave you a education and healthcare!" the floating child stomped her feet. "Because im her prisoner, you lowly creature. And healthcare is free in sumeru, Dont need it anyway, im a puppet incase your so dum to remember. She wouldnt-" A cool lavender scented air coated the hot desert. Stopping the puppet as he remembered the familiar sent. "You think so.. Should i treat you as my prisoner hat guy?"

You walked up towards your group of friends and 'prisoner' as your caped swayed throughout the breeze. Taking the files from hatguy with a smirk on your face. "Hah. You already do, Having me run errands for you like a dog. But if doing this gives me worth. Then so be it." He said while looking down at you. "Is that what this is about hat guy? You want to feel worthy in the eyes of a god~" With your free hand you tugged at his feathered ornament. Smoothly rubbing along the prickles. Paimon and traveler looked with flustered expressions at your teasing. "You know hat guy~ I was hoping you could make some friends but..I guess that didnt work out hm? Busy making enemies with your saviors-" "Unnecessary. I dont need anymore reasons to be indebt to you." He placed his warm hand along your arm. Watching you tinker with his worth. "Then we can start off with you being a scholar how about that? Even prisoners have a right to education." Paimon coughed at the interaction, "I- uhm Y/N? as the god of wisdom. what do you plan to do with sachins research? It is 'negative' wisdom after all." You gazed and pulled away from his touch and began flipping through the archive. "Well paimon, As the god of wisdom I have to guide everyone to wisdom, even good or bad. But I will seal away his knowledge as his ideals are more deemed as corrupted and-" "Tch. Talk about a speech, What about mine huh? Is that why you have me doing this? Because i have 'corrupt' knowledge and see me as a pawn?" You sighed at his interruption, then smirked at the choice of words. "Well..I can help you with your 'corruption' myself, Mr hat guy~" You closed the book roughly, making the two snap out of their disturbed daze. "Paimon, Traveler. Come by the akademiya later today and ill have him drop off the rest of your things regarding the festival. Until then~" You greeted them goodbye with a smile. With a flick of your finger the wanderer wasnt too far behind you. Mumbling and giving death glares to his 'saviors' over another task he had to do.

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Thunder and lightning struck through your blurry view of sumeru city, You sat at Wanderers small desk writing about what interested on you sachins research for his thesis. How could a wealthy man be so bothered by society? One that he technically can change with a bag of mora. But you had your own changes to worry about. Apep, a former ruler of sumeru that existed since the start of the Heavenly principals. With all that knowledge the dragonette had, many of your questions could be answered without the use of irminsul. Along with eternal protection for your nation. You just needed a way..some sort of 'contract' to get that information from apep. "Ugh, what am i thinking..Im acting like morax and Ei with these ideals." You laid your bare head on the desk. Tapping your pen while thinking of ways to get more from the dragon.

After what felt like never ending rain, you heard a click of the doorknob and a light dangle of bells. "Well. How did it go? I trust that you gave them what they needed. Hat guy?" The puppet walked into the room. Brushing off the water on his hat. "Tsk. In the rain if that makes you feel any better..And would you stop calling me that? There's no need." He placed his hat on the hanger then laid on your side of the bed, Already undressed into a shirt and shorts. "Hm.. But I like it~" You pulled the chair back, turning around to face the lean puppet. "I never thought the god of wisdom would be so childish..." he sighed. "Don't you like it? the honor of having your nickname picked out by a god." you got up out of your chair and began walking towards the bed. The puppet stayed silent as you climbed onto his body.

"Aren't you lucky Scara. The god of wisdom treating you so well, giving you a home, education, anything you've wanted." His cock twitched in his pants at the name. Your cape swayed gently on his legs as you positioned yourself on top of him. "I-I told you before, it's unnecessary. I'm your pris-" before he could get another word out you leaned down and laid kisses along his neck. Sinking further into the pillow as he covered his muffled moans. "Y-y/n you- ah..." "Is that all you think you are hatguy? The prisoner of a god...I think your worthy of more..." You whispered in his ear as your clothed clit rubbed back and forth against his crotch. "F-fuck...shut up..stoph..saying..that..~" he trailed his hands along your top while you sucked at his neck. Recklessly tugging at the buttons that kept your cape hooked. "Mmm..your such a brat hat guy...maybe you don't deserve it." You flicked his hand off your torn cape and began pulling away from his hot body. "N-no! Wait..." He sat up as you crawled off the bed "... I want it..y/n.." you crossed your arms. "Hmm..I don't know hat guy~ what's the magic word?" You grinned as he gripped onto the sheets in frustration, covering his embarrassingly hard cock. "Maybe.. I'll just go finish up in my room~ you seem a little tired-" "P-please.. I want it y/n.. I cant- i-" suddenly you smashed your lips against his, the both of you fell back on the pillow as he wrapped his arms around you with no hesitation. Exchanging spit as the puppets body began to heat up between each breath. "Hah.. more~ more please" "mhm? what do you want scara~ mmm how do you want your god to make you feel good?"

"I- inside...f-fuck me.." you sighed at his words. "Such a vulgur puppet you are.. wanting your god to fuck you like this.." you parted lips, then looked down to his bulge. "We can't have down here being covered, can we?" You pulled his pants down to reveal his wet length, stained in precum. "Your so big scara..~" you pulled your skirt and underwear off, climbing ontop of him once more, both of your pre oozing onto eachother while you guided his length to your hole, brushing the tip along it. "Hah...fuck..d-dont tease me...I-" you sunk his length deep inside of you while a moan spilled from your lips "Ah~ your doing so well scara~ filling up your god just like that~" his hips buckled up at your praise. "Y-y/n your so warm i- oh fuck!" He gripped onto your waist, pushing you farther into his length as you began riding him, biting your lips from the ecstasy of his tight grip. "Mmm your such a good boy scara, taking your reward for being so good for me, for your god~" "Ah~ yes, s' good! Just for you! Don't stop mommy~ please!" The puppets body began to heat up even more. He trained himself to breathe to fit in with humans, but not like this..not so roughly and begging like a dog in heat from the pleasure he felt. "Such a lucky boy aren't you? Do you wanna cum inside your god?" "Y-yes! Please- wanna cum! Let me mommy! I'll be a good prisoner- a good puppet! A-anything please~" you giggled at the way the once false god dropped his pride, the pleasure from being inside you and feeling loved was too much for him. You did give him everything, everything he ever wanted from a person, from his god. "Shit...Then I can't turn you down since you asked so nicely baby~ cum for mommy, cum for your god~" His nails stung into your skin while your moans echoed throughout your room. "Hah..oh God mommy I'm gonna- i- inside! It's coming!!" The puppets brain overheated and turned to mush from your warmth "mommy! I- im- AH~" with a few rocks of your hips he shot his load inside of you, coating his sticky and warm liquid along your walls. You rode out your high, dripping your own juices onto his own length and shirt while the puppet watched with practical hearts for pupils and a mouth leaking drool. Hazily as you shifted down to his dripping shaft and kissed at it with your wet lips. "Now im going to give you your reward, my prisoner~"

Some of you liked cat!subby scara so this was another subby scara one

And yes health care really is free in sumeru according to one of alhaithams voice lines about kaveh getting scammed💀🤭❌

Scara x Lessor lord masterlist

[wayfayrr]

You don’t have to do this one if it’s too much!! I just simp for twi and time so hard but I don’t wanna overwhelm you, please take breaks!! Ily :’DD

Soft fruit cake w eggnog to eat in?

I hope you'll enjoy your order this evening ~

Time is one of the links I'm less confident with writing, but he's still so much fun. He's a bit of a blushy dork in this one for you. <3

[Event masterlist]

“It's kinda comforting to know that Hyrule has the same traditions as home. Some of them anyway.”

Time isn’t focused on it, it seems off for him to be acting like this, unless he was lying to me? what reason would he have to lie about something so harmless though… it’s just gifts. Why would he ever need to lie as something as a tradition?  

“You don’t actually have it as a tradition, do you?” 

“What, no, we do. It’s part of the winter festival here.”

“Why do you feel the need to lie over something so small?”

Red illuminates his face at that, whatever has him so embarrassed over being called out for this? It’s so different from his usual stoic self too, not a bad change, just a sudden one. It makes me want to pry into what’s causing this even more than if he did manage to keep his cool.

“You seemed so excited when talking about it. I just wanted to do it for you.”

“But why lie, why not just be honest and just do it as a new thing?”

The red grows from his cheeks to the tips of his ears now, this new bashful side only becoming more appealing the more of it I get to see. Still though, it’s such a childish thing to get so flustered over. Like he’s a little kid rather than one of the oldest links here, not even able to make eye contact with me anymore. 

“Well, never mind that. It doesn’t change the fact that we’ve both gotten each other a gift right?”

“I'd still like to know why you didn’t just admit it’s not commonly done.”

“You were so- hmph.”

He’s close to cracking on the reason why he’s lying about all all of this to begin with, if I push it a little more he’ll spill I can bet. I don’t even really mind what it is, it’s only sheer curiosity making me want to learn now. What reason is enough to lie over something so small for so long?

“Time - link please, I’m not bothered or anything, I just wanna know.”

“You just seemed so excited talking about your home and I know you’ve been homesick… So I just… Wanted to make you more comfortable.”

That’s it? I can’t deny that it’s not a sweet reason, it does feel very childish though, it really is like he’s just some love struck teen. If I were to close my eyes and focus… I could probably see his young adult self still dressed in that forest green.

“While I appreciate it, you really didn’t need to go that far for something so simple. I’m honoured though… If we’re not following strict traditions though… why not just give each other gifts now?”

“That wouldn’t bother you? I thought christmas day was what you said was important.”

“The thought of it is what counts above everything else, besides if you’re so worried about the day, I don’t know if it’s passed or not back home.”

The blush is slowly fading now, his fluster dying down till he looks more like his familiar lightly stoic self. Finally moving to sit down next to me rather than over at the opposite side avoiding looking at me but not before picking up his bag. Setting himself down with a sigh and a hand running through his hair. Hyping himself up by the look of it, it makes a lot of sense why he’s so nervous now that I know it’s his first time doing anything like this. I can probably take some of that stress away by simply giving him his first, hopefully, then he’ll feel less pressure. 

“Here, I got this for you at the recent village -”

His surprise is cute, I knew it’d be worth it to hand-decorate some paper to wrap it with. Even though it’s torn in a matter of seconds, anything is worth it for him.

“I saw how you were looking at it for ages - don’t worry I brought it myself and not out of the supply fund. Do you like it?”

“You… I didn’t expect it… it was so expensive.”

So getting him a cloak and the armour polish he was staring at longingly was the right idea. Wiping my savings might not have been as good, but I can earn it back fairly quickly if the others are still as bad with bets. He’s blushing a little as he passes me two neatly wrapped parcels.

“This is for you then I hope you’ll like it as much as I did.”

My breath catches in my throat as I unwrapped the first, and I’m greeted with the most beautiful leather-bound sketchbook. A quick glance at him as he gestures for me to open the other. These art supplies must have cost him so much, watercolours here are rare, all of these charcoal pencils too.

“Time you -”

“You said you missed drawing, that you wanted your own supplies. So when I saw them I knew they would be perfect… you do like them right?”

“I love them… than you so much link.”

It’s a bit of a struggle to stop myself from tearing up from how kind it was, thankfully he seems to have taken pity on me now as he cuddles up with me next to the fire. Moving me to lay against his side as we watched it crackle late into the night.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Halloween with the Hellsing Characters Pt. 2

Anon wanted part 2. More platonic than romantic. No warnings. GN! Reader

A/N: This has been written in kind of a hurry, sorry if it's messy and uninspired. Did I forget anyone? Let me know!

Heinkel and Yumie:

They're 50:50 on this. On the one hand it goes against their religion and they don't wanna disappoint Anderson, on the other hand this sounds like so much fun??

In the end they'll tag along, claiming that they are only here for your protection. You'll go trick-or-treating with the orphans without the nuns knowledge, and later on sneak out to visit a party. Not the first time they do something forbidden, you later learn.

Those two will get wrecked and you'll see a whole new side of them. They're dancing, making silly jokes, cling to you and proclaim how much you mean to them. Either they really got a mental blackout or they'll just act like they don't remember the next day.

Will absolutely get in trouble and argue a lot with other guests unprovoked. The guy complimenting Yumie's 'sexy nun costume' regrets it to this day.

Maxwell:

Oh, he'll be the biggest nag. Hates holidays, hates children, hates anything and anyone. This is beneath him, this is immature and stupid, the list is endless. He'd definetly do whatever you ask of him but he will be a bitch about too.

Acts annoyed the whole time but is actually having so much fun, his inner child is thriving. He was secretly afraid to involuntarily ruin the mood, but you tolerate his attitude so well that he actually gets over himself and comes out of his shell a lil' bit.

Finds himself enjoying to coddle the children, much to his surprise. Compliments their costumes, at least in his wry indirect way. Doesn't have any sweets so he'll give them money lol, they ain't complaining.

Won't talk about it again but you will find a list on his desk with ideas for the next year, and gosh that man will prepare an amazing experience for the children. Obviously only for your sake, not because he wants it...right?

Schrodinger:

Is absolutely thrilled, but tbh he won't act much different than usual. Halloween can be any day if you're bold enough and willing to do crime.

Leaves a lot of dead bodies inappropriate stuff at your doorstep like a literal cat and acts like it's 'realistic decoration'. Tries to scare you the whole night through popping up anywhere, optionally dressed up differently each time. Like you'll open the fridge and there he is, scream-mask in his face and launching at you.

Doesn't like kids though, they're a little too bold for his taste. Always tug on his ears and tail.

Luke and Jan Valentine:

They really don't need a special occasion to do scary stuff and don't understand the hype around it, but if you insist.

Luke is a total showoff, dresses up and claims it's a costume bc he wears his hair different. Jan comes covered in blood but unsettlingly doesn't specify whether it's fake or not. You on the other hand could wear a potato sack and they'll act like you got the funniest, most beautiful costume ever - and anyone that disaggrees or doesn't acknowledge it properly is in for a horrid experience.

Whatever you have planned to do, you'll probably end up in a completely wrecked place with two idiots that try to one-up each other.

Rip Van Winkle:

A real big fan, but you're the only one she confesses this to. Feels relieved she doesn't have to hide it anymore and to have someone to commit the festive with.

Possesses a lot of related knowledge: All the scary stories and history behind the holiday, can recommend you the best movies, will be informed about every cool event worth going to.

Wears a hyper specific costume. Like gurl what do you mean you're the lighting post from Hereditary?!

Her bullets make for a pretty cool lighting show in the dark, but she'll most likely use her musket to make every pumpkin she sees explode.

Zorin Blitz:

Fuck that boring ass holiday, do you wanna see real horror? That was a hypothetic question, you got no choice.

Digs deep into the occult. Wanna speak with ghosts? Summoun a demon? Make a blood pact or sth? Human sacrifices? You'll witness some shit if you don't dampen her enthusiasm.

After persuading her into some more tame things she'll still find a way to make it more 'interesting'. You'll play truth or dare and she forces people to relive their most traumatic memories, calls it 'bonding time'.

[summerlinenss]

I saw you dislike r*ta ass well. What do you think of her and their relationship?

(i want to throw a disclaimer out there that if you do like her or you think she and taika are cute together or whatever, that’s wonderful. but i’m giving my honest opinion and i truly don’t feel like arguing over this woman, so please just feel free to disregard.)

ohohoho boy.

so i do my best to not really ‘hate’ many famous people. not because they don’t deserve it, but because it’s never worth putting energy into. and i think at the end of the day, most people are deserving of forgiveness and shouldn’t be held liable for things they did or said a decade ago after growing and learning.

that being said, rita is one of the few celebrities that i have actively disliked for a very long time.

a lot of people like to cry “misogyny” and “slut-shaming” whenever someone attempts to call her out for her actions. and frankly, i can assure you her sex life and the way she chooses to dress is the absolute least of my concerns. she’s a grown woman, she can do what she wants.

my main problem with rita is that she never actually takes any accountability for the shitty things she does or says and eventually just acts like it never happened. i can list some of the reasons without going into too much detail (because i’d be here all day), but i have issues with the fact that:

• she openly, shamelessly blackfishes and engages in other cultural appropriation (+ admitted that people believing she was black or mixed race “got her places” but never actually apologized)

• she not only broke COVID lockdown rules multiple times, but tried to play the victim when she was caught

• along with noel gallagher, she knowingly took over the viewing platform for disabled guests at glastonbury and never took accountability or apologized

• she’s been caught repeatedly grifting her fans with forged signatures and cancelling shows due to “serious illness” only to be seen out partying the next day

• during a performance at a hungarian festival, she took a serbian flag from a fan and waved it around and draped it over herself (serbia committed war crimes against her people before they were able to declare independence)

and overall, from stories i’ve heard and things i’ve seen (over the span of several years), i just find her to be a very fake, insincere, obnoxious, unkind person, and i really don’t get how or why taika would ever want to associate himself with someone like that.

which brings me to their relationship, and to be blunt, i’m not a fan. it’s obviously none of my business and i go out of my way to pay as little attention to their marriage as possible because i simply don’t care, but i’ve never liked them together and i’ll never understand it. i’ve tried to tolerate her for taika’s sake as a fan of his work, but i honestly can’t.

again, people love to say, “you’re just jealous he has a hot wife!!!” i couldn’t give less of a fuck, actually! if he was in a relationship with literally anyone else, so long as they were a halfway decent person, i wholeheartedly wouldn’t even care. i’d be happy for him. i’d probably actually be attracted to both of them.

i think what primarily bothers me is that, when they’re together, i almost get the sense that she doesn’t truly respect him and he doesn’t respect himself. it doesn’t feel like a partnership. whether it’s intentional or not, it’s literally always all about rita. their relationship provides her with opportunities but it gives him setbacks, both professionally and within the public eye.

maybe it’s just me and maybe it’s because i have been a fan of his work for so long, but there are times where it sort of feels like he doesn’t have his own personality anymore. like he’s not an individual person. he was just recently at an event in london, and as bitchy as it sounds, i kept thinking about how happy he looked to be out on his own and how nice it was to see him just having fun with friends again without rita clinging on. i don’t know, just something about that combined with the way she’s been constantly making those cringey “i forced my husband to put a ring on it” jokes lately makes it… really uncomfortable sometimes.

meanwhile, she still barely knows anything about his culture. i probably know more about AoNZ than she does — she basically talks about it like an exotic beach home destination. she couldn’t say his name correctly in interviews after they got married. and she even tried to win over a samoan contestant on the voice australia by bragging that she’s “married to half a samoan man.”

one last thing i’ll add is that, as i’ve said before, there are things i do hold taika accountable for, and their relationship is one of them. not that it’s, like, cancel-worthy, obviously, and i don’t think he’s responsible for her poor choices. but i really do find it hypocritical for him to be with someone who is the complete antithesis of everything he’s always stood for. if he’s sincerely happy, then i’m happy for him. but after he’s done so much to help call out the harmful impact caused by things like cultural appropriation in hollywood and how white celebrities continue to just get away it, i won’t pretend it isn’t extremely disappointing to see him marry a woman who’s made a career off of doing exactly that and give her a free pass.

[swallowerofdharma]

What Guts is for Griffith

a dispassionate analysis written for a better understanding of both characters and of Berserk

Part 4: Why Charlotte?

I have so many things to say about princess Charlotte. It would be easy to write her off as a secondary character, indispensable for the plot to advance: the woman who comes between Griffith and Casca, between Griffith and Guts, and the woman Griffith commits treason for sleeping with. But it is possible that Miura has given us something more about her that we dismiss because, let’s be real, we have a habit to dismiss characters that have an abundance of feminine traits, that are gentle and soft spoken and wear beautiful dresses. We criticize female characters more harshly, we certainly give more praise to the depiction of strong or competent women, or I should say, women that act like men, that show more masculine traits - but still offer to the view their pleasant feminine forms. That’s part of the generalized dismissal of feminine qualities as something secondary, ornamental and frivolous: contempt for the weak and disdain for women, femininity and non-standard expressions of sexuality and gender are traits of the culture of machismo still prevalent today. And I will talk about how Casca isn’t just that strong woman type either, but one thing at the time. So Charlotte first. Charlotte can be feminine, she doesn’t need physical strength and fighting abilities: as a princess, she has the privilege of being recognized as someone who matters already. What I appreciate are the subtleties and the details behind the cliches. And the cliches are there, she is a princess, she is to be a romantic interest: she stumbles and Griffith has to catch her, her horse is spooked and Griffith has to save her. But she isn’t the unassuming character that we see on the surface. Certainly sheltered and mostly innocent and not aware of the reality of the common people in Midland, Charlotte hasn’t been blind to the things that surround her. Midland has been involved in a hundred years' war that preoccupies the men around her, her father, her uncle the supreme general, and the talks of the nobility and the political machinations revolve around the war. She isn’t cheerful and carefree, she is asking questions about the purpose of that violence. When she is approached by Griffith at the hunt or at the Royal ball, she is initially somber and a little gloomy, bothered by the intrinsic violence of the hunt and by the fact that the ball and the festivities only try to “divert everyone’s attention in the castle even but a trifle from the weariness of the war”. In both cases, Griffith is the one who cheers her up for a while. And he paid attention to the questions she asked, bringing back the topic when they are alone. He has been thinking about what has been driving him to violence too, pondering about war and the senseless deaths of his soldiers: “Martyrdom for a merciless god. What a waste. On the battlefield, the life of a common soldier isn’t even worth a single piece of silver”.

With Charlotte, like he tried to do with Guts, Griffith is able to talk openly about his thoughts. Griffith fits with the princess, he enjoys talking to her in those idealistic and philosophical terms, he has been educating himself not only to achieve his ambitions, but for pleasure also, he collected books and read extensively on things that aren’t all only useful to his goals. Those are things he can’t share with his soldiers and companions. He simultaneously has a burning need to reach the highest place in society in terms of power, and he strives for the betterment of his life and those lives and those deaths he cares about, those of the commoners who followed him in battle, those he is indebted to.

Griffith’s connection to Charlotte is surprising, he has paid attention to her behind what is in his interest only, behind the performance of the seduction. Once I understood it this way, it didn’t seem strange anymore then he went to her when he was wounded by Guts. Casca has been too emotionally dependent for Griffith to be able to weigh on her, or to seek her out when he needs support for himself. He feels too much that his role with Casca is to be the strong one, whenever she is trembling, because he feels responsible for her. If he falters, what would become of her? With Guts gone, Griffith only has Charlotte left.

The Griffith who talks to Charlotte about dreams is the same Griffith who first talked to Guys about striving to know what is his place in the world: “That’s what I want to know! What is my place in the world? Who am I? What am I capable of? What am I destined for? It’s funny… you’re the first person I’ve ever spoken to like this”. Between Charlotte and Guts, the one who has been feeling intimidated is Guts. Charlotte accepts Griffith and makes some thoughtful observations about him: “Lord Griffith… you are a wondrous person. When I heard that you were common-born, it was very difficult to believe. Somehow… it is as if… you are nobler than any of the nobles in this castle (1). But, at the hunt when you taught me how to sound the reef whistle, you seemed very… simple and carefree (2). You were just like some village child used to playing in forests and rivers… and right now… you say the kinds of things a philosopher would say (3)”.

Charlotte doesn’t fall in love with Griffith because of how he looks or because of his heroic performances in the war, she is seeing him like maybe only Casca did, but she is also able to share with him the same sense of weariness and disdain for most of the nobles (1), the same innocent and childlike side (2) and the same interest to look at things like philosophers would do (3). It is this exchange with a person like Charlotte that brings along the discussion about friendship: “I imagine all of your friends, too… must have come so far with you, attracted by that charm”. Before speaking, Griffith’s looking down. Charm and charisma, he knows that those are the things that let him have a hold on people. But it has been bothering him, because that charm is also blinding others and keeping them from seeing the other characteristics of Griffith’s personality or his feelings. “They are… excellent troops. Together we have faced death so many times. They are my valuable comrades, devoting themselves to the dream I envision. …But… to me, a friend is… someone who would never depend upon another’s dream… Someone who wouldn’t be compelled by anyone, but would determine and pursue his own reason to live… And should anyone trample that dream, he would oppose him body and soul… even if the threat were me myself… What I think a friend is… is one… who is my equal”.

Even after listening to this, Casca is still determined to be a silent and strong presence at Griffith’s side, his “sword”, but she missed the implications of him saying “someone who would never depend upon another’s dream”, she says: “I want to be at his side. I want to be something he can’t do without in achieving his dream”. Regardless of his undoubted ambitions, Griffith feels that he has a duty to follow his dream for the sake of others, to give a meaning to the numerous deaths under his command, and to give a purpose and a sense of achievement to those who are still alive: “A man should envision such a lifetime once. A life spent as a martyr to the god named dream…” is the conclusion of a speech that started with: “For no other’s sake. To accomplish it for him… for himself. A dream”. It is a conclusion that is contradictory to his premise and reveals a disconnect between what Griffith is saying and what he is feeling. There is a thread of irrationality that is looming dangerously on him. He shoulders all the responsibility and the burden that comes with his ambitions and with war. A friend would look past Griffith’s charisma and his goals: “someone who wouldn’t be compelled by anyone, but would determine and pursue his own reason to live”.

Griffith’s desire to be challenged hides his need to find a compromise between following a dream that is too big for him, for a sense of duty and responsibility, and being himself, a confident young man who wanted to know what his place was in the world and wouldn’t accept to live his life passively, but doesn’t have that absolute conviction or lack of self doubt and insecurities.

Guts is shattered by those words, because he never had the chance to think in those terms, having learned only how to survive the brutality of a mercenary life. Because he has been approaching his relationship with Griffith like he was with Gambino, Guts thinks that he has to gain attention, respect and affection, he has to prove that he meets some requirements. As a consequence of this conviction, he takes Griffith’s speech at face value, like a life lesson and mission. And he will be unable to look further, behind those words, to the times Griffith talked to him, acted recklessly for Guts’s sake, to all the signs that Griffith has relayed on Guts emotionally, the fond memories of their first duel that Griffith treasured, the soft spot that Guts occupies.

There is evidently a hard side to Griffith, he has been having success so far because of his confidence: “That is how I have achieved everything so far”. The sheer satisfaction he shows when he learns that Julius is dead and Adonis too is undisputable. Adonis’s death wasn’t part of the plan but it is extremely lucky in connection with the deepening of Griffith’s relationship with Charlotte, because Adonis was expected to marry her once he was older. That “luck”, those coincidences and incidents that continue to happen since the appearance of Zodd, arguably since Griffith acquired the beherit, are tied to an irrational force or to whatever causality that is pushing towards a certain direction, without none of our characters being the wiser. Griffith met Charlotte under those ambiguous auspices. But at the same time, Griffith really bonded with Charlotte, there is a sincerity to it. And there is sincerity and emotional depth in his personality, the darker traits intertwined with lighter and quite candid qualities. To become what the Godhand asks of him, he will need to be thrown into the deepest darkness and loneliness: “I’m sinking… farther from the light. Where?” And then: “The crystallization of your last tear shed. When suffering so profound as to make someone rip himself apart is confronted… a heart is frozen”.

More about Griffith and Charlotte on a later date.

[yourimagines]

Y/n thinking Nick or Sean is cheating on her she just kinda gets really depressed until ask what's wrong and then they talk about it

Sorry it took me so long, I hope it was the worth the wait

Mistakes

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Swearing, Angst, Anger, Depression and a little bit of fluff

Y/N POV

Sean was away for this weekend to promote some festival about motorcycles and guns, leaving me alone in our house. I didn’t mind as I didn’t really like that type of things but it did make me feel a bit unwanted as he invited Nina again. I’m not stupid a d I know what people say on the internet, commenting on their posts about they are secretly fucking each other. Normally I would laugh about it and brush it off but since last week I’m not so sure anymore. They are very touchy with each other and I don’t know, the way she acts makes me wonder what if she likes him more than just a friend.

I haven’t heard anything yet from Sean, I already texted him but he hasn’t even read it. ‘What if he doesn’t like me anymore….nina is a beautiful woman tho.’ I sighed and rubbed my eyes. “Stop, he’s not that good with electronics, he’s fine.” I said to myself and tried to keep those thoughts out of my mind, distracting myself with some music.

Two days and still nothing and now I know he’s cheating on me. Nina posted a video of them, looking all cosy and happy at the festival. She was wearing his jacket as he was showing off some new guns. “I’m so stupid.” The comments on that post really broke me. Making me feeling stupid for ever trusting this guy.

I was laying in bed as I heard the front door open. The cheater is back. “Sweetheart? Where are you.” His voice echoed through our house. I stayed silent, feeling nothing but emptiness. His heavy footsteps were heard as he walked upstairs. “Baby?” He slowly pushed the door open and smiled as he saw me. “There you are, are you okay baby?” He walked over and placed a kiss on my head. “I brought you something.” He started to unpack his bags, searching through his junk as he pulled out a stupid gun. “For you, it’s pink.” I took it and looked at it. ‘I fucking hate pink guns….’

Sean POV

She didn’t look happy, her whole attitude wasn’t her. “You’re not happy?” She shrugged her shoulders and lay the gun down on the table. “Thank you Sean.” She slowly walked away from me, heading upstairs while leaving the gun on the table. ��Something isn’t right.’ I grabbed the gun and tucked away, just for safety reasons. I grabbed my bags and went upstairs to clean up my stuff.

I thought she was tired when I got home from a weekend away but I was wrong. She’s been like this for two weeks now and I’m getting worried about her. She’s not enjoying life anymore, she’s depressed. “Sweetheart?” I said gently when I entered our bedroom. She was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling. “Do you want to get some ice cream?” She stayed quiet, not giving me a glimpse. “What’s going on in your pretty little head right now.” I walked over to her side. “Tell me baby, what’s wrong.” She shrugged her shoulders and turned her back to me. I sighed and rubbed my face. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” I carefully sat down on the bed, looking at her back. “You know you can say anything you want to say to me.”

Y/n POV

I wasn’t in the mood to talk at all but something made me emotional. Maybe it was the sweet voice of him, trying to make me feel better or the thoughts of him cheating and lying to me. “Please don’t ignore me, tell me what I did wrong.” His large hand gently touched my shoulder. “Darling? I’m sorry if I made you upset but please tell me why…” he slowly got in bed and moved close to me, tracing his fingers softly over my back. I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep as I haven’t slept good in a while.

I woke up and felt Sean was still there. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his chest. “Sean?” My voice sounded a bit raspy and tired. “Yes darling?” He whispered against my shoulder as he left a small kiss on my skin. “Are you cheating on me with Nina?” I felt him moving behind me and gently turned me around to face him. His hands were on my shoulders as he looked at me. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Are you serious?” He was a bit angry and confused. I slowly nodded, afraid of his answer. “Fuck…” he rubbed his head and shook his head. I wasn’t aware that I was crying till he wiped softly my tears away that were falling down my cheeks.

Sean POV

I was angry, angry at myself, at the media and at the whole fucking world. She was heartbroken, thinking I’m cheating on her. Tears were falling down her beautiful face, her lip was shivering and she was avoiding eye contact with me. “Darling.” My hands cupped her face, holding her softly as both of my thumbs caressed her skin. “I’m not cheating on you.” She looked at my hands, sniffing softly as I tried to say the words I wanted to say. “I’m not good at this soft loving shit, but darling you are everything to me. I love you and only you.” She looks up, tears still falling down her face. “Really?” I nodded and touched my nose against her. “Really.” A tiny smile appeared on her lips. “I’m sorry.” I gently shook my head and pulled her close against my chest. “No, I’m sorry that I made you think that I was cheating on you.” Her smaller hands moved to my chest, to feel my warmer skin. “I love you Sean.” “I love you too baby.”

[alarakcplan]

starter for: @jeremylincoln location: briar ridge summer music fest

Alara was just getting to the point where the buzz she was feeling was beginning to make her question if she wasn't having a good time after all. She'd regretted showing up for the festival the second her cowboy boots touched the sand and had immediately set out on a mission to drink until the choice to attend didn't seem quite so stupid anymore. Making her 'grand entrance' back to the town she'd tried to leave behind - and failed at doing so - twice now, at such a public gathering of pretty much the whole damn town, wasn't her brightest idea ever, but hey, who was Alara Kaplan if she wasn't kicking things off with a bang?

But as the music blared, the sun began to set over the water, and the warm summer breeze danced over her skin, Alara couldn't help but lose herself a bit to the night. As RAYE's 'Worth It' floated over the beach, she found herself swaying to the beat, her black vest and matching cut off jeans hugging her curves, when she felt eyes on her. She couldn't explain how she'd known, but as she turned around, her eyes, as if drawn like a moth to a flame, found Jeremy's and Alara's breath caught in her chest. For a brief moment, she was a teenage girl again with a crush on her best friend's ridiculously good looking older brother, and the giddiness of finding his eyes on her had her looking down at her feet, biting her lip as if she were embarrassed. But then she remembered who the fuck she was, and as her head snapped up to meet his gaze head on, a smirk firmly planted itself on her lips.

Just because they'd finally slept together after spending practically her entire childhood and teenage years hoping he'd notice her didn't mean she'd fawn all over him now. Instead, Alara proceeded to act like she hadn't seen him, continuing to dance to the music and only occasionally letting her gaze flit in his direction. Just as she was beginning to let loose again, a hand snaked around her waist, and someone was pulling her back against their body. Alara froze. Turning around, she shoved the man off of her. "Didn't your mother teach you it's polite to ask first?" Storming away, she headed in the direction of the drink tent, painfully aware of the fact that this would mean she would be the one initiating contact with Jeremy. And in this little cat and mouse game they played, that just wasn't as fun.

But what could she do? Letting out a huff of a breath, and shaking off the creepy encounter, she moved to lean against the bar near him, ordering a whiskey on the rocks before finally daring to glance in his direction again. "So what? You're too cool to join in the festivities?" she asked doing her best to keep her voice teasing and unaffected as she looked at him. How did he manage to get even more attractive in the year since she'd seen him?

[recurringwriter]

i'm spoiled for choice!

Percy torture plan

this never was the man i'd hoped to be by now

hmc au

somewhere i know this could be otherwise romantic

I Could Have Used A Hozier Lyric For This Title But Didn't Want To Get Sued. by Fall Out Boy

oo a lot of old ideas from right here on tumblr!

Percy torture plan

this one is a collection of ramblings from july 2021 apparently: this one and this ask you sent me! i wonder if i should adapt it to Wildfire or if that would be overkill in an already-fraught and whumpy story. much to consider! but putting it in Sparks is another option... hmmm. either way this is worth revisiting.

this never was the man i'd hoped to be by now

this was a mtrench prompt i never finished, but it was going to be about Ludy and the bastards--

"Ludmilla is confronted by her half-sibling(s) about the way she views them and herself. They wish she would stop clinging to things that they all know are never going to happen, stop acting like she's superior to everyone around her, and stop pushing everyone away. She always wants to take the easy way out but there is no easy way."

hmc au

the Howl's Moving Castle au! i still haven't added to it in all this time, but the gist seems to be Rodrigue as Howl, Glenn as Calcifer, and Felicity as the witch of the waste--so it seems like it's another divorce au. i was going to have it that felicity was somehow cursed as well, and then Manuela as Sophie would have to save both her and Rodrigue.

somewhere i know this could be otherwise romantic

ooo!!!! this was 'Ember but what if Felicity and Rodrigue never met at the festival and she never forgave him for being the reason she didn't get a say in her own future'.

"The first letter makes her furious. She's insulted by the shield pendant. She answers passive aggressively despite Colette telling her that it doesn't mean what she thinks it does. He sends her an apology and questions and Felicity hates him. She hates every word he writes and every gift he sends and his hollow tokens. She tries to imagine him, some selfish young Duke-to-be who thinks that he can know her. What is he expecting? All Felicity knows is that she will be ready to do whatever it takes to make him know that she won't love him, and that she will be unhappy, and that she will always be impossible to care for."

i loooove messing with Ember in a million ways and au's. in this case, felicity is being used by her family more explicitly--she is supposed to poison boreas, and then rodrigue after she gets an heir. she refuses, and rodrigue confronts her about it only to realize she's protecting him. she denies it and claims it's just her being Difficult for her family, but in reality she's gradually becoming a better person. she will eventually save rodrigue from some threat and realize she's sorry and has grown feelings for him

I Could Have Used A Hozier Lyric For This Title But Didn't Want To Get Sued. by Fall Out Boy

this is my favourite chapter title ever. it's chapter 6 of my most recent fic, oupy: free to good home. if i had a nickel for every time there was an evil blond rufus that i knew next to nothing about but start writing lengthy fics about him anyway, i'd have 2 nickels. it's reader pov and extremely explicit. i'm over 5k words into this chapter and i'm not going to try and make length estimates anymore because every time i've tried, the fic doubles in length and it's already 42k. the title is in the same vein as the others (a meme) but highlights the fact that this chapter has more emotional impact. the lyric i could have used would have been from It Will Come Back, and had more gravitas than any of the others in the scheme. i had considered rewriting the entire fic with a pov change, all of rufus' chapter titles would be played straight and be melodramatic song lyrics aksdjhgfkjhg but now it's so long i don't think i'll be doing that. probably.

[ispendtoomuchtimeonline]

Idk if you're into MHA anymore and I know this is a very common complaint, but it absolutely grinds my gears how the narrative/characters wank Bakugou off for ANYTHING he does.

Develops an ultimate move (the literal thing everyone else was doing)? Aizawa, All Might, and like 5 other 1A members stop what they're doing to monologe about his "potential".

Participates in the Joint Training Exercise? 1B keeps repeating how Bakugou's the biggest threat (not like Todoroki and Momo exist, but okay)

Acts like a colossal asshat during the Sports Festival and runs straight into the LOV's arms at the Forest Camp Attack? UA runs damage control on his behalf - talking about how "he works harder than anyone (which throws the rest of 1A under the bus) - and takes no measures towards reigning in his behavior.

Blatantly torments Izuku and mistreats his classmates? "It's just classic Bakugou!", "you two need to make up and be friends!", "you're proper rivals 🥰", "leave Bakugou alone! He really cares!", "he's hero material! You all should retire for criticizing him!" "I know you tried killing your classmate, but grow up and stop wasting your talents!", "they have no communication!", "here Bakugou, let me hug you and comfort you while leaving your injured victim on the ground!"

What's worse is that for all of his supposed "character development", not once does ever aknowledge the full scope of the shitty things he's done. He admits to All Might and 1A by extension that he bullied Izuku due to his Quirklessness. Okay, 1. you were already an ass to him before that, and 2. how exactly did you bully him again? Oh yeah, you told him to go kill himself, used your Quirk on him and his belongings, tried killing him during the Battle Trials, and threatened him to not apply to UA. You even dragged him outside after curfew to take out your anger and jealousy over failing the Provisional License Exam and not being All Might's successor out on him. He even says this won't change anything between them, which goes to show that he has no remorse for his actions.

Sorry it took me so long to respond. Literally everything you said here is 1000% true. It’s why I actually quit the manga a long time ago.

It’s just…what happened to BNHA is so pathetic and sad it’s not even worth getting angry over anymore. And what’s most bewildering is that I KNOW Horikoshi is capable of decent writing. Even great writing. (*cough* Stain Arc *cough*) And his ideas had incredible potential. So, WTF went wrong? Is he really that big of a Bakugo fanboy? Does he actually believe the things he’s writes? Or is he just pandering to Bakugo’s fan base? And if so, why? Is he simply trying to milk this unexpected cash cow for all its worth? Is he so scared of this portion of his fan base’s (admittedly rabid and vitriolic) disapproval that he lost his spine? Is he secretly sick of writing this series and trying to sabotage it? Is it even him, or are his editors pushing him to write this crap because THEY want to milk the cash cow? And Horikoshi refuses to stand up them because, again, no spine?

Well, whatever the reason is, all I can do is gaze upon the smoking wreckage that is BNHA and shake my head at the fact that the writer did this to his own work. And, you know, consume media that’s actually WORTH my time.

[tameila]

got an error so in case this didn't go thru the first time: i want to know about "remember when you'd sing just for the fuck of it" but also i cannot resist.... werewolf town 👀

GAH! i am SO glad that everyone asking after my TSAR 'verse WIPs, because I love them all and YES i will happily talk about them all ☀️

"remember when you'd sing just for the fuck of it" is part of my TSAR 'verse but it's Scanlan's POV project. y'know chapter 7, The Spring Festival? yeah, how there was an almost kiss between Pike and Scanlan? uh huh uh huh. yeah. what if...that scene but Scanlan's POV? 👀

it also includes introspection about Scanlan's burnout from his career and how, as the title would suggest (taken from Hozier's "To Noise Making (Sing)"), he misses when his music was a balm and an expression of his truest heart rather than a cage and an obligation.

here's the very rough sketch for the almost kiss scene:

The sight of her brings a welling of gentleness, like balm on a burn, like cool hands against feverish skin. and, fuck, he doesn’t want the attention of the world anymore. fame and fans and money and everything isn’t worth it. He’d rather never sing again than leave her side. Pike. His Pike. oh, the things he’d do to make that true.

When Pike touches him, Scanlan sees it. He steps towards her. She doesn’t step back, and Scanlan could cry, because it is true. He can see it now. She wants him, loves him. He places his hand on her face, on the sweet spot of sunshine painted there, and she leans into the touch. He wants to sing, wants to bottle up his voice and give it to her. Let her put it in a music box to play whenever she wishes. He doesn’t want anyone but her to have any piece of him anymore. Pike. His Pike. Could it be true?

He moves in to kiss her, wrapping his arm around her waist, but Pike pulls away. Scanlan’s too dazed from his realization to care. He’s never going back to L.A. For the rest of his days, he’ll sit at Pike Trickfoot’s feet and sing to her, rest his head upon her knees, and kiss the sweet laughter from her lips.

They have all the time in the world.

Now the werewolf town is still very bare bones as an original idea, but it started as an AU idea. An AU idea that I absolutely adore. Like, I adore it so much that I've rolled it around in my mind for just about every fandom that I've been in for the past decade, shifting details here and there to fit for each new cast of characters but always keeping the bare bones the same. I think it started off as a Baggenshield AU, maybe??? but, since then, I've mapped it onto a dozen other dynamics at least.

the bare bones? Character A moves out to podunk mountain town, usually as a hard reset from past troubles. One night, there's a crash in the garage. When they go to investigate, they are shocked to find a goddamn wolf hunkered down in a corner, bleeding and snarling at them. They try to call animal control but, when they come to investigate, the wolf is gone.

but, whataya know, they go into the garage the next day and who's in the corner? the wolf.

eventually, the wolf's slippery behavior leaves Character A with little choice but to accept this strange new housemate. as they manage to feed it and get closer to it, (depending on the character in place of character A) they either convince themselves that it must be some kind of wolf dog or just accept that, yep, there's a wolf in their house now as they patch up its wounds and let it sleep on the couch.

meanwhile, Character A is integrating into this small town community. not realizing that most of the people are secretly werewolves.

Act I ends with the wolf finally leaving to reunite with their pack, and Character A thinking that's the end of that....

until Act II starts up and -- wow, there's a new face in town, and they're awfully friendly...and also didn't they see their face on a missing person poster, like, a month ago?? ?

and this following bit is a constant in every iteration of this that I've entertained:

LI wants to thank MC for taking care of them. Starts dropping off dead animals on MC’s porch, much to their horror. When MC is upset about the small animals, like a rabbit and squirrel, LI misinterprets that as meaning that the MC is unimpressed by their hunting prowess. They drop off a dead stag next.

The MC vents to their shared friend, and the vet jokes like “haha maybe that wolfdog liked you and is trying to say thanks” “ugh well can’t they say thanks in a normal way?”

Next morning, there’s one of those huge carnival bears with a bouquet of flowers

and then, from there, every iteration has trailed off into their own fandom specific adventures and needs, but these are truly the bare bones of the idea that I'm now trying to nail down to an original idea and cast. because I figured -- It's been through so many fandoms in my mind; I'm never gonna be able to nail it down to one. but, I love the idea so much that I might as well claim it truly as my own!

[lapinbunwrites]

Title: Harsh Harvest Festival

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn

Characters: Soren, Almedha

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, FE Heroes AU, Family Bonding

Word Count: 2,346

Ao3 Link

Soren pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh.

If it weren’t for Ike convincing him to hang out with Almedha, he would ignore the Harvest Festival and go to the Askran library to read or strategize. He shook his head, only grabbing his book and his satchel. He let out another sigh as he walked out of his room, making his way to Almedha’s room. As he walked through the hallway, it was tempting to turn around and go to the library. He shook his head; he knew that Ike would find out he didn’t go to the festival with her. Soren knocked on her door, frowning when he saw her face. He truly was hoping that she would already be gone.

“What’s with the frown?” Almedha asked. It did not escape Soren’s notice that she wore the same expression. “Are you not excited to see me?”

“No, not really. If it were up to me, I would be doing something that really is worth my time,” Soren replied. He turned away from her and began to walk away. He stopped to look back at her, seeing that she wasn’t following him. “Let’s get this night over with.”

He turned around when she started to walk towards him. Whenever she let out a little sound, or whenever she would try to say something, he would ignore her. Soren never spoke a word to her as they left the Askran castle. He shook his head, letting out a groan when they arrived. There were so many people at the festival.

It was going to be a long night.

“Don’t act like that, Soren,” Almedha teased.

“Like what? This is how I am,” he sighed. “Or so I’m told.”

“I’m well aware,” she chuckled. “Today is about the Harvest Festival. Be festive!”

“I am aware,” he rolled his eyes.

“So you are aware that it’s to celebrate another year with the people you love and care about,” she smiled.

Soren rolled his eyes yet again and took a deep breath in and exhaled.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Almedha complained. “Can you humor me for one night and be happy and enjoy the festival?”

“Coming here with you is humoring you enough,” he groaned, wrapping his arms together.

Almedha rolled her eyes and sighed. “Please have fun and enjoy the night.”

Soren groaned again. “I make no promises.”

A frown grew upon his face as the two began to walk around. It grew increasingly so when he saw the many children playing with their parents, seeing everyone dressed up in costumes, getting candy from shop owners, and just seeing parents and children laughing with their parents.

Almedha used her strength to force her hands on his shoulders, making sure that he wasn’t able to resist when he faced her. “Now what’s that look for?”

Soren said nothing.

She looked around, seeing what he saw. “Oh. You know that’s what we are her for, family bonding.”

Soren let out another deep sigh. “What do you parents and children do together?”

“Well, my father would take me and my brothers up high into the skies and we would fly around for hours,” she smiled.

No words came out of him, only a cold, dead glare.

Almedha’s laugh trailed off into a sigh. “Well, it’s not like I can do that anymore.”

“And it’s not like I could do it anyway. The curse of having a child with a beorc,” he spoke softly.

No more words were muttered as they continued to walk around. They saw many children running around, the many food stalls, all the themed attractions, tournaments, and the other vendor stalls. There was nothing much that was going on that piqued Soren’s interest. Not even the stall that had books.

When he looked over Almedha, he saw the gleam in her eyes. He looked into her hands and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What are you planning to do with those?” He groaned.

“I wanted to dress up a little since it’s the Harvest Festival,” she smiled.   “Wearing these bat wings would be so cute and bring back so many memories.”

“They won’t make you fly.”

“I know that. They are part of a costume for a reason.” Almedha looked around as a big grin grew upon her face. “Aha!”

“What now,” Soren sighed.

She held up a matching bat wing costume. “One for you and one for me.”

He said nothing and began to walk away.

She grabbed his arm, pulling him back to her. “Please put this on.”

“Why? I’m an adult and this, all of this, is frivolous,” he grunted as he pried her hand off of him.

“You are a mere hatchling,” she stated.

“Maybe to you dragons,” he said.

Almedha sighed, placing her hands on his shoulders. “I understand that it is difficult for you, to be with someone you don’t know, or don’t care about. But you are not making this pleasant for me either.”

“Why should I care?” He asked, coldly.

“Believe it or not, but there are more people than Ike that care for you and want to spend time with you,” she replied. “Me included.”

Soren sighed and said nothing. He shook his head, he didn’t believe any of the words she had said.

“I know what you are thinking,” she smiled. “I may have only known you for a little while, but it doesn’t take me long to get attached to people. I will care for you for the rest of our lives. You are my son.”

He shook his head, taking her hands off of his shoulder. “I already have a family and it’s Ike. Plus, I don’t really care for Pelleas. He has a weak resolve and no spine.”

“Be nice,” she said, coldy.

Soren said nothing, only matching her cold, dead eyes.

“Pelleas is a kind boy. Give him the respect he deserves,” she said, flicking his nose

“Stop!” He grabbed her hands, forcing her to stop flicking him. “Look Almedha, I understand you want me to be your son again, but it’s not going to happen. I have someone else important that I need to look after. More important than you.”

She sighed before she frowned. “And that’s the tragedy. Can you at least send me a letter every once in a while?”

“I’ll think about it,” Soren shrugged it off.

Soren didn’t know if it was because she actually got through to him, or if it was out of pity, but he took her hands off him and took the costume from. When he came back, he saw that she was already dressed in her costume. The first thing that they did was go to a duo costume contest. They waited, and waited, for their turn to show theirs off. There was a lot of applause, but not as much as previous contestants, both knowing why. When it drew to a close, and when the winner was announced, they didn’t even get into the top ten contestants.

Soren sighed as a disgruntled Almedha dragged him along for more adventures after their blunder at the contest. She dragged him though a themed attraction that was meant to scare people. As they walked around, Almedha could only smirk while Soren rolled his eyes. None of it was scary to them. Not the decor, not the costumes the people were wearing, and certainly not the sounds they were making.

He looked over to Almedha and saw her smirking. He let out a groan as she took his arm.They went through other attractions and weren’t impressed. The only one that piqued even the slightest interest was one that told tales of dragons from every country and continent. It told stories of how Altea, Valentia, Ylisse, and Valm revered them to the point they were held to the standards of gods and goddesses. It told stories of how Elibe and many other countries didn’t. Their struggles that they go through and fun facts to teach people, especially to children. But it still didn’t pull through for them.

When they were done visiting the attractions, Soren glanced around, trying to see if there were any more book vendors. There wasn’t much, but there was one that he thought could help. Before he could go to the stall, Almedha pulled him over to a food stall.

“Let’s take a seat and eat something,” she suggested.

“Fine,” he groaned.

The two pointed out what they wanted and sat at the closest table to them.

“So, Soren,” she started, “do you have any questions? About me or your father?

“None,” he replied, taking a bite of his food.

“Oh, really? I would think you would after spending some time with me.”

“None.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he repeated, sharply. Before he said another word, he took another bite of his food. He looked her dead in the eye. “I don’t really need to know. We all know what happened to Ashnard. You on the other hand, I have enough information on you from listening to every laguz general and from Kurthnaga blabbing my ear off.”

Almedha began to chuckle and smile. “My younger brother was always so eager to talk to anyone and yet you are so cold. You are opposites of each other.”

“Truly,” he said sarcastically.

She smiled faintly before looking into his eyes. “But you do remind me of my father. Both staying to yourselves and not really caring for anything else. Closed off one would say.”

“I’m assuming that’s why you left Goldoa.”

“Yes, and when I left, the first man I ended up with,” she paused and sighed, “was your father.”

“Tragic,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“It wasn’t all bad. I was able to have you.” She closed her eyes and smiled. “The first time I heard you laugh, everything else didn’t matter. Only hearing your laugh did.”

Soren watched her facial expression change when she opened her eyes. “Disappointed to find out who your son turned out to be?”

“It has been a learning experience. Nonetheless, I still want to be in your life,” she reassured him. “When you are done eating, let’s go have some actual fun. We can smash pumpkins and win prizes.”

Soren nodded and followed her around, participating in whatever Almedha wanted. They participated in a scavenger hunt that didn’t take them long. Almedha laughed when she saw Soren’s displeased face when they received their prize. A small, novelty pumpkin. His displeasure only grew when she rushed him around the festival, making him go into more themed attractions.

While looking for more games for the two to play, Soren didn’t realize that Almedha had disappeared. He looked around, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Good, she is finally gone,” he said, making his way towards the entrance of the festival.

Before he could leave, he felt a tug at his sleeve.

“Where are you going,” Almedha sighed.

“Home,” he groaned.

She shook her head before giving him a smirk.

“What are you smiling about?” he asked, rolling his eyes.

“Oh nothing. I just have a little surprise for you,” she said, her smile growing bigger.

Soren rolled his eyes as she dragged him along to play more games and walk around some more. At the very end, they finally went to the pumpkin smash contest. They were given the rules, the person who leaves the biggest dent on the giant pumpkin would win. The said person would win sewing supplies. If someone were to somehow shatter the giant pumpkin, they would win a giant stuffed animal.

Soren and Almedha watched as a teenager took a crack at the challenge. They weren’t impressed by the dent that was left behind. Their friends looked at Soren, egging him on, trying to see him become angry. When it ultimately failed, they turned to Almedha. The same result happened. They groaned and left. Almedha looked over to Soren and smiled, handing him the mallet.

“Why not give it a chance,” she said, smile growing bigger.

“Do I have to,” he groaned. “My strengths lie elsewhere, not in swinging an axe.”

“Oh, you are no fun,” she mumbled. She lifted up the mallet, swinging it against the pumpkin. “YAAAH!” She yelled as the pumpkin shattered.

Everyone was shocked at what she accomplished. The attendant handed Soren the giant stuffed animal before they walked away.

“Whelp, I think I’m done for the night,” Almedha said, stretching out her arms.

“You have a lot of strength,” Soren muttered out.

“Yes, Black Dragons are the most powerful dragons in all of Tellius,” she smiled. She ruffled through her bag, taking out a book. “Here, your surprise from earlier.”

“Hm,” he said, taking the book from her. He looked at the cover and flipped through the book. “The Magic of Goldoa.”

“Yes. I know you don’t particularly care about people, but I know you’re into magic,” she started. She placed her hand on his face, moving his bangs away from his eyes. “This is something I read when I was a child so I was really happy that they had it here. I wanted to give you something from my home.”

“Magic from Goldoa?” He asked, swiping her hand away.

“Yes,” she smiled.

“Thanks, I guess,” he said, putting the book into his satchel.

No more words were said between the two as they walked back to the Askran Castle. It was well into the night by the time they got back. Soren lit up a candle, placing the book on his desk and the stuffed animal on a chair near his bed. He pulled up a chair to his desk and flipped open his new book.

After a couple hours of reading his book, he pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel the exhaustion set in. He yawned and stretched before blowing out the candle. He slumped his whole body on his bed, turning to face the silhouette of the stuffed animal his mother won. He sighed and closed his eyes.

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I am now able to share my full piece for @manaketemillennium that I participated in! I got to write about Soren and Almedha from my fave FE game! Idk what it is, I see two a parent and child relationship that is strained and attach myself to it. I care them and I hope you guys enjoy!

Leftover sales are now open! You can buy your items here!

[aeoki]

Grand Slam - The Blood-Vomiting Beast: Chapter 5

Location: Yumenosaki Grounds (Sports Festival) Characters: Tomoya, Hiiro, Aira, Mayoi & Tatsumi

TL Note:

Gap moe refers to when someone’s personality differs from what they may appear to look like on the outside. Kurou is a good example of this (tough, scary exterior vs a soft interior - has a penchant for sewing).

< A few hours later. During lunch on the first day of the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”. >

Aira: Haa… I’m sho tired.

I-I can’t take it anymore. I’m at my limit. But there are still 2 and a half days left.

I didn’t know being the leader would be so tough. There are so many things to think about, I feel like I’m gonna get a fever from using my brain too much.

In “StarPro’s” case, the others tend to meddle a bit, for better or worse, but they’ll act without me needing to tell them.

That can be pretty annoying, though… The public thinks the leader chooses who participates in the events, right?

That means, on the off chance, if someone ends up doing something bad, it’ll be my responsibility, right? That’s too much for me, I can’t shoulder all that. It’s too tiring.

Mayoi: Ahh, a weak Aira-san is so adorable! I want to keep watching him forever and forever…☆

Aira: Hmm…?

Mayoi: Or, maybe not! Are you okay, Aira-san!? I’ve reached my limit a long time ago as well!

I’m exhausted from the combination of the crowd and the scorching sun, so it feels as though I’ll turn into a dried-up earthworm!

This means the time of our deaths will be the same! I shall accompany you to the depths of heeeeell!

Aira: Right. I don’t think that’s turning into any shape of a compliment, but I can tell you’re trying to cheer me up.

That’s more than enough for me ♪

Hiiro: …Aira, if you don’t like being the leader that much, do you want to switch with me? I don’t know if the system will allow that, though.

Aira: The system? No, we can’t do that. Now that I’ve been assigned the leader, I’ll see it to its end.

Mayoi: You have an unexpected sense of responsibility! Very good! That gap moe[*] of yours is very good, Aira-san!

Aira: It’s not a sense of responsibility. We’re in no position to go against the higher-ups – in other words, ES at the moment, right?

Did you forget already? Just a little while ago, we were going to be laid off.

No, that’s still the case now. That’s why, we’ve got to avoid doing things that will make them think, “We don’t need these guys at all,” as much as we can.

All we can do to survive is to follow what the higher-ups tell us and do our best to complete the work we’re given.

Hiiro: Indeed. You also need food if you’re going to survive. Look, Aira, “Team RhyLin” are having a barbecue for some reason, so let’s go and get some meat.

Aira: No, if I eat something that heavy when I’m so tired, I’ll just end up even more exhausted.

Tomoya: ~......♪

Aira: (Huh? But, Mashiro-senpai’s eating meat like he’s totally used to doing that. I thought he had the same scent as me, though.)

(On second thought, he might look normal, but maybe he’s not so normal, after all?)

(I knew it. He’s an amazing idol, unlike me.)

Tatsumi: Hallelujah! Everyone! I’ve brought lunch…♪

Mayoi: Huh? Ahh, Tatsumi-saan!

Aira: Yay, Tattsun-senpai~! Our healer!

Tatsumi: My, I thank you all for the warm welcome. It seems it was worth coming here to cheer you on.

Hiiro: Tatsumi-senpai. Did you come all this way to support us? Thank you ♪

Tatsumi: It wasn’t “all this way” at all. Seisou Hall in ES is rather close to Yumenosaki actually.

If it were Reimei Academy in the mountains, then that would indeed be quite a long way away.

Also, we ES idols were told to come to the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” if we could.

Aira: Really? No wonder I thought I’d been seeing the upperclassmen here and there.

Tatsumi: Right. I’m sure they want to show the public that the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival” is an event that involves all the agencies.

Also, it appears they are understaffed and are falling behind on the event preparations, so there was an order to come help out if we are free.

If we help, we’ll be rewarded with “L$” in payment, of course.

“ALKALOID” is looking rather worrisome financially, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to earn as much small change as I can.

Aira: Hmm. They should just hire professionals for it, not idols.

Tatsumi: It seems it’s tradition at Yumenosaki for idols to do everything.

It doesn’t look as though they’re making a portion of idols shoulder that, so it’s better in comparison to the “Special Student System” at Reimei.

You can see the adult’s intentions as clear as day: They’re wanting to use young people who are full of energy and trick them into thinking their job isn’t just challenging but also rewarding – It’s not pleasant at all.

Aira: …………

Tatsumi: Oh, my apologies. That was something unrelated to this.

In any case, if you haven’t eaten yet, then by all means, please dig into these lunch boxes. We split up the work between us and made them at StarPro.

Aira: Yaaay, I love Tatssun-senpai’s cooking!

I didn’t have any money over the summer holidays and because this is all we ate, it totally felt like eating a “mother’s cooking” ♪

Hiiro: Indeed. I’m overjoyed, Tatsumi-senpai. I shall dig in gratefully.

*Munch munch…* Huh? It’s a little more salty than usual.

Tatsumi: I added a lot of purification salt to it.

Mayoi: Umpgh!?

Tatsumi: Ahh, are you alright, Mayoi-san!? You put it in your mouth in a hurry, so you ended up choking on it. Oh no!

Here, I’ll pat your back…♪ *Pat pat, pat pat* ♪

Aira: W-What’s purification salt? Something you use in funerals? Is that safe to eat?

Hiiro: Indeed. That is new culture for me.

Meat that has been pickled with salt prevents it from spoiling. In other words, it is thought to keep the rotting at bay, so that could be why salt is seen as something that can purify things.

Tatsumi: Yes. And salt can be harvested from the sea… Therefore, it is something sacred. It seems this land has that sort of thinking.

That’s what Eichi-san and Kanata-san were saying when they made the lunch boxes with me.

Aira: The revolutionists of Reimei and Yumenosaki along with a member of the “Five Oddballs” were making lunch together, huh.

What a picture. As a fan, I think I would have wanted to see that instead of the Sports Festival, actually.

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[22degreehalo]

So: be forwarned. This is traumadumping. If you don't want to deal with that, please do not!!!!!!!

But. You say that you can be 'firmly embedded in the queer community without ever identifying as queer.' How? How can I do that, when the queer community has caused me so much long-lasting pain, and cares so minimally to help people like me?

I am aro/ace. I figured that oit about myself right around ace discourse's emergence. To this day I am still fucked up about it. (Yes, that's pathetic. I don't ever expect an IRL therapist to understand or be moved by it. It's not how any normal person would react.)

I was told, repeatedly, that I wasn't wanted, that I was invading, that my very existence there was damaging and hurtful to gay people, because they are made to feel ashamed of their sexual attractions. We were mocked viciously, and told over and over that we were just pathetic overprivileged babies who needed to be taught what 'real oppression' looked like. Everything I felt was a joke; my pain was stupid and laughable and nothing worth taking seriously.

I have never seen anyone apologise for that. And even though it doesn't get spoken outright anymore, it never got refuted, either. It forms the backing of what so, so many queer people still believe.

I never see people talking about aro/ace oppression. Outside EXTREMELY limited circles. NOBODY talks about the rates of sexual assault against us. NOBODY talks about our difficulties surviving financially in a society built for couples (actually my main concern when I started realising myself, and what made me scared to think I was aro/ace rather than bi!!!) Even when aspecs are included, it's almost always as an off-handed bonus rather than something focused or deliberate. We're just people who don't really care for having sex much!!! Not at all capable of the same range of emotions and reactions to our identity as other sexualities!!

And this is NOT JUST AN ONLINE THING. I went to an LGBTQ+ leadership meeting once, and I was the ONLY one to mention being aspec, out of 30 people. At our local queer festival, out of hundreds of acts, only ONE mentioned asexuality (nothing for aromanticism, of course). I went to it. The house it was held at had flags for every orientation you could imagine - except ace and aro.

I went to a huge bookstore last year, which has a whole entire section just for LGBT+ books. (Maybe this is normal in the US? In Australia it isn't!) I spent a full hour in there, meticulously going through them all, and could not find ONE SINGLE BOOK that seemed to engage aro and/or aceness beyond a line or two or a glossary. One book claimed to love the full clunky LGBTQIA+ acronym because it reminds us of everyone who matters, and then forgot to mention us (talking about 'gay, transgender, bisexual' etc. people) two paragraphs later. Another had a double-spread on bisexual erasure, yet the only page referencing asexuality was dedicated to delicately warning the reader about 'getting too in the weeds with microlabels.' I don't presume I found EVERY aspec reference in there, but I was actively searching for them, and my results were miserable.

And, no, not even real life friends help!!!!!! I'm far from my only friend with aspec leanings, and yet EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. identifies more with a trans or lesbian identity, or not at all. I am the only one who seems to actually care about being aro/ace at all. And I don't blame them!!!!! If I could identify as lesbian or trans, and have that community and support and intellectual framework for caring about myself? I'd do it in a heartbeat!!!!!!!!! But I CAN'T. It's not me.

And, just to top it off? When I do try to engage with the aspec community directly? Thay doesn't work, either!!!!! Most of them (especially on reddit) hate porn and masturbation, and want to tell the world that they're happy being aspec and that it's not a sad thing at all. Whereas I'm the opposite: I'm not sex repulsed (at least r.e. porn etc.), i have multiple weird kinks, and being aspec has changed my life in so many ways for the worse. I want to tell people that! I want to make things better!!!!! But when I see people try, they keep getting stifled because 'try thinking about how it affects other asexuals to see people spreading negativity like that. :/'

I've identified as part of thee queer community for half my life. I worked manically on marriage equality. My special interests mostly revolve around queer fiction and analysis, of which I've written plenty. And through it all, I've only felt more and more like an outsider.

How can I not, when my thoughts and feelings on my sexuality really do seem so unusual? When nobody else seems to care in the SLIGHTEST what I go through? When, at this point, picking up queer media immediately brings up a pit of dread in my stomach, because I know it'll have nothing for people like me at all, and the guilt that comes with that, because I should be happy that other queer people are doing so much better now? How can I stop this build-up of horrible associations - fear, anxiety, shame, and impossible loneliness?

Maybe the solution is to stop wanting for things to change and just be happy as they are. But I just can't bring myself to abandon my scared younger self like that. I wished so badly for the kind of person I'm trying to be, bringing up aspec oppression when it has been ignored and treating us with the intellectual and emotional care I craved.

But it's so fucking hard. I'm so tired of working and working and seeing nothing change. I'm so tired of feeling like I'm maybe the only person who even cares about this - if the ace discoursers were right and I am just some pathetic loser 'trying to be oppressed.' I'm so tired of searching for commonality and finding it in crumbs at best.

I know I'm probably just terminally online and need to make Real Friends. (I'm autistic. Big, varied social spaces just don't work well for me.) That's what the queer community does, right? Discourse and divisions are imaginary! In the Real World, queer people are fucking and falling in love with one another every day! Because that's what it means for communities to support one another! (And it's divisive and absurd for me to feel uncomfortable with this metaphor, too.)

So. How do I do it? How do I belong in a community that mostly does not want me, and has over time caused me as much harm as help?

(Well. The real answer is that I have no fucking choice, because it's not like straight people are any better. C'est la vie.)

Listen, you were given one wild and precious life, please do not waste it by dividing yourself and others from community.

I have this friend, who was in the process of figuring out some things around their identity, and again and again, they separated themselves from the queer community for some reason or another, giving distance as a form of imposters syndrome, and it broke my heart because they were a part of my queer family. Not in the static way of knowing a person's exact set of labels and being able to quantify where they may have landed on the Kinsey scale, but in the way that mattered.

They were my queer family because I knew I could rely on them to listen and reshape their view of the world again and again to make room for me. They were my queer family because they loved me and my wife fiercely and with an ardent devotion that is usually saved for biological relations. They were my queer family because I knew I could rely on them to fight for my queerness and be outraged when I was just exhausted.

Just as I believe that you can be a queer person and never choose to connect with the queer community, I also believe that you can be deeply embedded in the queer community without ever having to identify as queer.

Anyways, so much love in my heart for queer family today. From the past, the people who have known and kept secret, who have known and loved, who have known and learned. From the present, the people who are working to understand, the people who care so much, the people who are angry when we are scared. And, of course, in the future, thank you for joining us, thank you for being family, thank you for holding the world to a higher standard.

[v0mitbagg]

Rant ab full moon (helluva boss)

Dude. Dude. Dude. aaaaAAUGHHH????

Blitz wanted to keep stolas, he just said it the wrong way.

They’d been together for what? Decades? DECADES of the same fucking deal. All blitz knew was that he was worth his sex.

He’s says multiple times “the clown thing didn’t work out”, and in earlier episodes is made fun of for his bad buisness, hense the transactional fucking.

Even though buisness is booming, it takes a while to get out of a depressive hole like that. You can’t just switch up to suddenly thinking your good enough.

It’d been months sense he saw stolas. Good mood day, he was going to make it up to him. He wanted to apologize for his break, and the only way he knew how to do that was sex.

-an act of service.

and then gift giving. He bought stolas things JUST FOR HIM. He wanted him to feel special.

… and then stolas springs up suddenly, while blitz is trying to apologize, what sounds to him as “I don’t want or need you anymore.”

It’s sudden. It’s surreal. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t get time to think or process, he thinks he’s being left because he didn’t fjck him. All he’s worth is sex, in his mind, and when he didn’t do it- he was left.

In his mind this makes stolas the ass.

He tells stolas this- in the wrong way. He screams and he shouts and he gets so angry he starts accusing.

To stolas, this makes blitz the ass.

Blitz’s defense is to call him names without meaning, but everything is so meaningful and is so overwhelming to stolas. He takes it to heart, he doesn’t understand blitz’s rage.

Stolas’s love language is words of affirmation and quality time. He invites blitz to the harvest moon festival for this reason.

His sexual trauma from being married at puberty might lead to his . Interesting kinks, like degrading. But sex isn’t an act of service when Stolas is always the receiver, it’s quality time.

What’s a chore, a service, an act for one, is quality time and a bonding moment for the other. It’s a transactional fucking and it’s “passionate fornication”. It’s everything and it’s nothing. It’s an average full moon and it’s the best day of the month. Its painful and it’s beautiful and it’s meaningful and it’s not.

Their both capable of love but their reading books in different languages and not every word translates.

When things get mixed, like blitz suddenly being passionate about the meeting and wanting to go (besides “damn it it’s the full moon”, like we see in earlier episodes), stolas suddenly realizes the power balance.

They were doomed from the start, and stolas giving him that crystal was almost like stolas’s attempt to give blitz, at least a glimpse of his book (metaphorically)

He was gifting blitz something. Trying his love language. He just used the wrong words.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

500 Follower Special~Twisted Wonderland

Finding Out Your a Girl~Pool Party Edition

It didn't register that you were a girl when you told them. Giving them a disclaimer whenever they changed infront of you or actively discussed the topic of sweaty balls and weird hard-ons. They happily exclaimed that you were one of the boys. Preaching that famous line of everyone being equals. In that way you are like Epel who will admit his status as a farmer but others would no sooner believe it until he's happily harvesting horse manure on a Saturday.

Kalim was having another party, inviting pretty much the whole school. Of course leave it to Ramshackle's prefect to distribute invitations on his behalf properly so that everyone of the dorm leaders actually shows up (Diasomnia and Ignihyde I'm lookin' at you!). And so it begins shirts off and briefs out, the fun is just beginning and everyone's already having a ball. Adeuce, being the loyal dolts that they are look for the cat-monster and their prefect finding them in the corner conversing with Malleus. Feeling annoyed jealous they grab a water gun and splash you and your out of place jacket inciting the competition to react. Dashing into the water for safety they turn and wait for you. Shrugging off your make-shift cover up because it's no good anymore you reveal yourself one piece, bikini, or even a tight swim suit either one everyone's eyes are on you. You probably don't notice the open-mouth gawking that everyboy at this party is doing because you are jumping in or your dipping your foot testing the water before slowly submerging.

Ace is shocked for a moment before happily recharging his water gun. If he got to see this much by simply squirting you imagine what he'll see by absolutely dousing you! And if your so willing to give everybody a show might as well make it worth everyone's while!

"You really think I'll be distracted by your rockin' bod?! No mercy, right?"

Snapping him out of his nearly drooling daze Deuce hurriedly agrees. Man, you really do have boobs...I mean you told him you did and ofcourse that doesn't mean he thought you were lying he's just glad when he got off on it later It wasn't just too many layers pushing against his side when you hugged him.

"R-right! I won't hold back either!"

He proceeded to hurriedly recharge as you had begun dragging your arms from just below the water drowning the two in a waveol of your own.

Starting back the festivities everybody continues to try and act normal as possible. Of course Riddle Rosehearts is practically as red as his hair.

"I-its just so indecent for them to be wearing something l-like that!"

"But it's literally a bathing suit..." Cater sweatdropped.

"It is quite literally the right attire for this event." Trey spoke, amused.

"W-well i-i c-can't believe that their really...uh-"

"Beautiful?"

"Unexpectedly curvy?"

"A good pillow nya?" Chen'ya popped up swiping from Riddle's forgotten plate and dicing in.

"...y-yeah..."

The dorm leader was so beside himself he couldn't begin to even articulate how startling this was for him. There were no rules that said what to do when there was female present. Should he make some? Like maybe wearing your bathing suit on Tuesdays? But only the dormleader gets to see? No way it cause a riot! It'd be insane...right?

Cater on the otherhand was debating if he should post on Magicam just how cute you were in that swimsuit. But he ultimately decided against it noting the caption: "Going to the pool with my gf!"

Trey continued to laugh as he watched his dormleader fluster over you. He couldn't deny his own interest reminding himself to cook something for you. He wouldn't mind seeing you fill up other things thanks to his sweets either.

"Now this is something I'd wake up for."

"You can say that again."

Across the pool under the shaded cabana Leona Kingscholar was awake and keeping a predatory eye on you as you giggled in attempt to escape Ace who somehow got a hold of a bucket. He was closely followed by the Hyena-boy who had just returned with not only their drinks but with quite a few wallets swiped while everyone was busy staring at you. Not to say he didn't stop to burn the image in his brain before making his rounds. Hey, when opportunity knocks!

"Please, excuse me."

Jack Howl frantically left the pool as he realized his wagging tail was splashing his Pomefiore friend. He was well aware that by definition he should expect you to be soft but his wolf side couldn't help but swoon at the sight of your feminine physique. He couldn't fight his ears immediate inclination to your squealing as you narrowly avoided the stream of Deuce's watergun. He was all too excited to closely

follow

guard you when you tossed a watergun to him.

Floyd Leech wasn't one to pass up anything fun and he also wasn't one to hide his emotions.

"Ne~shrimpy if I can keep ya steady during the chicken fight you'll be sure to squeeze my head

real

tight?"

"F-floyd!"

"He~he~but seriously don't stop."

Azul Ashengrotto's mind was running a mile a minute. Had he known you had a body like that he would of capitalized off of it by now. Maid outfits! Cosplay days! Maid outfits! He'll have to somehow gain something over you to trap you in a deal. And of course he'd have to include a private showing. Yes he could see it now. Students on the VIP list get to see the latest peeks at what his girl was wearing. His girl hanging on his arm with every new deal he makes. His girl...his...his girl-friend?

"Azul your spilling."

"R-right. Yes. Ack!"

Jade smiled, more than entertained. At the mere release of your self Azul was spilling all over himself and his brother was quite visibly overjoyed as well. And Jade? Well Jade couldn't deny-he uncharacteristically, was willing to squeeze you and even do a whole lot more but what fun would that be if he just got everything he wanted in one go? Drinking in the red face of Azul and the joy on his brother's as he helped you fight Epel. This was the first of many entertaining moments involving you and as far as he's concerned this wouldn't be the last.

"Ha-ha Jamil!! Come join us!"

Kalim always knew you were beautiful, he thought about it everyday. He also thought it'd be great to see you having such a good time with everyone. He won't deny he felt heat rise up on his cheeks when you took off your cover up. He quickly shook his head, running over to join you and Adeuce as you two had begun calling others over to start a game called chicken fight. He really liked having fun with you and apparently Jamil did too. He couldn't wait to invite you for more fun.

Jamil Viper had recently become more pronounced in his independence so finding clever ways to deny his master, Kalim Asim, had become his new past time. But when that same master invited him into the water where the girl of his dreams was wrestling he was as obedient as can be. He found that he quite liked you when you weren't disrupting his plans. When he originally found out he noted but it never really sunk in until today. Immediately he thought of how excited the Asim family would be if they knew but for now they didn't. And if he was going to eventually separate from the name anyway how sweet would it be if he not only excelled in every aspect of school but in his loveliness too? It would be bliss. Not to say he didn't like you without the fanfare but he couldn't deny it would be so much sweeter.

Vil Shoeinheit was staring pointedly at you as you romped and rolled with your friends. He was posed gorgeously under the cabana he had set up careful to not let too much of himself be tanned by the scorching Scarabia sun. How could he have missed this?!  Was your feminine charm so sullied he couldn't believe it when you complained about it?! Was everything you did so weird simply because you were trying to blend in with worthless potatoes?! Not on his watch! As the best world class model it was his job to make sure your beauty was exemplified properly! If anyone should discover and show the world your splendor it would be him! Of course as, he predicts, you'll stumble with the new fame of the entire school. No matter he'll gladly guide you and show you how to maintain your fame. First the school, next the world.

"Rook, we'll have to schedule a date with Ms. (Y/n)."

"Oui oui Roi du Poison!"

Rook Hunt was absolutely ecstatic. Too long had he watched your curves be silhouetted by the bulky uniform or the veil of those old tattered curtains. He was finally seeing you in all your glory; he couldn't be happier. When he wasn't accompanying Vil he was sure to take pictures to engrave your image in his head. Reminding himself to try drawing a nude version later. He couldn't join in until he made a snide comment about Epel's physical ability. Which was met with streams of water directed at both him and Vil.

"Oh la la! Seems like we've been challenged."

"Then as Vil Shoeinheit, dorm leader of Pomefiore dorm I will not disappoint."

Epel was astonished to see his friend was actually a girl. Like many he thought you were joking specifically directed towards him. But you were actually like a girl? Not just looking like one? He's not gonna lie he was pissed.

"YOU GET TO DO THIS FOR FUN, HUH!? WELL TAKE THIS!"

Of course he isn't too mad. I mean he gets to hold hands while trying to knock you off the freakishly tall eel-mer. Of course in reality you two are fighting but man does he love your determined face. And when it just became straight wrestling he along side you were clearly at a disadvantage. But your supposed weakness brought a shared power and both of you were were working on subduing Jack before Rook just had to speak. Reviving the water gun fight was collateral for getting even with his torturer. No one was going to question how much of a man he was today especially not in front of you!

Idia Shroud was burning up. Scarabia was hot but he wasn't about to abandon his favorite hoodie. Even if he felt like dying. He knew well enough not to let his pasty pale otaku skin see the light of day. But he felt as though he was revived or rather in the pot and out of the pan when he saw you strip. Pictures were great and all but it had nothing on the real deal. Many a time had he sent Ortho to report on 'your safety' or investigate the non-magic student of Ramshackle dorm. He was never disappointed though. Like the main girl in any reverse harem anime everything just seemed to happen to you. One situation after the other he thought he was simply a fan to watch from afar until his...STYX situation. Inserted in your chaos he just found more reasons to like you. Now his hair was burning pink and so was his face. Silently appreciating the playful splash from Ortho who finally dawned his water proof gear.

"T-thanks Ortho! I was sure I would have melted at this point."

Ortho was so excited! All their friends were in one place! Having fun through a strength building activity like swimming. Plus the new development of the water games was sure to make healthy use of the growing teenage stamina! All while strengthening bonds with each other! This was great! He was noting everything for his own research.

"Wow so this the energy expected of water-themed parties? What fun!"

While Ortho was still learning about humans and the different stages of their life he had been informing himself with some tabloids. All about a teens 'hot' love life and he was sure his brother was living it right now. What an exciting endeavor! Seeing his brother heat up and fidget everytime he sees you aligns perfectly with what the material describes as a crush! And the crush is you? How perfect! He'll have to make sure his brother was presentable around you from now on. I mean he would love to have a sister!

Malleus Draconia was thrilled to have been invited by his favorite child of man. So excited to be invited he may have neglected the weight of the invitation. Fully aware of your female status he may have had an outdated reference (thanks Lilia) about what you'd be wearing. So when the prince witnessed you so casually reveal your supple silhouette to all these boys competitors he was beside himself. So beside himself he blanked; just staring at you silently as you proceeded to have fun. It wasn't until he felt the brush of his caretaker running past him to join in the fun did he snap out of it. Waterballoons were flying and slapping into anyone and everyone who wasn't already apart of the fun. Finally joining in he is easily dodging left and right while dishing out his own hits. One slip up had him splashing a particularly large water balloon in your face. He stopped worried he may have incurred your wrath to end whatever feelings of friendship

or love

you two have. Instead of disgust you broke out in your infectious laughter as you reached for your own weapon of choice firing multiple water balloons into his chest. Snapping up to return the favor he finds you carried off by none other than Lilia who is followed closely by Silver.

"Don't think hiding behind him will save you my child of man!"

Lilia Vanrouge was having a ball. As the acting guardian of the prince of thorns himself everything that was to be, had to be overseen by him. So the fact that a female was in attendance of Night Raven College was a point of extreme interest. At first the possibility of a human queen of course was considered but he couldn't deny his own intrigue in you as a character. The fun thing about humans especially you was that if all went well you wouldn't be here forever. Which just made this all the more entertaining. A time limit, the competition of a whole school, and the flightlessness of youth-it was like the perfect stage for the best drama of all time! At first he told himself he'd only meddle a little but soon that evolved to his own heart being tickled at your presence. While it always was fun to get on his son's and Malleus' nerves he in all seriousness was willing to pursue you. Who better to satisfy your needs than a fae who's been around the block before? So of course he'd jump at the chance to show everyone how likely it was that he could steal your heart by stealing you.

"Awww are you upset I have a darling sitting so comfortably in my arms?"

"Lilia?!" Registering it was he who was dashing you around the party at such speeds with such ease.

"Fa-you won't have her for long!"

"Oh! Are you mad I get to squeeze her like this?"

"Grrr!"

Silver was peeved. I mean he cherished you for the softness everyone seemed to lack. Not only physically but personality wise whether you're quiet or abrasively loud you always seem to check on everyone or specifically him. Letting him rest on you was something that left him snoozing with a smile. He didn't feel the need to compete with you. I mean obviously you couldn't measure up but you spurred a feeling he was willing to fight for. Even if it was against his father. Plus in his opinion if there's anywhere he could beat his father it'd be in his love life with a fellow human.

"THAT IS ABSOLUTELY INTOLERABLE I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH INDECENT BEHAVIOR TO GO-ACK!! WHO-?"

Your mischievous giggle answered Sebek as he wiped his face of the water and rubber blocking his view. At the recognition of your voice he couldn't help a crimson blush blooming on his face. Gorgeousness embodied in a mere human was on Lilia Vanrouge's back aiming at everyone who was still not wet. It was only you who could make him react in such a way and for diverging his duty from Malleus he hated you for it. But that didn't mean he wasn't watch eagerly as you abandoned your coverup. He turned to save face but only after burning that image in his head. And for him to want someone that his prince was set on was wrong...but if all he was doing was diverging the throne from a clueless human than maybe this was most beneficial.

"Y-Y-OU W-WILL R-REGRET THAT! MS.(Y/N)!"

Far away in the preciously closed down potions class Divus Crewel, Dire Crowley, and Ashton Vargas sat around watching intensely at the moving image of Kalim's party focused mostly on you.

With a labored sigh Crowley held the bridge of his masks beak.

"My kindness has backfired! All this free time and all she has done is share her secret! Now no one can rest easily!"

"Everyone already knew it wasn't much of a secret."

"Still its gone terribly now I'll receive copious amounts of transfers to the Ramshackle dorm!"

"I doubt anyone is going to willingly transfer to live in that dump."

Crewel growled as he witnessed the thirsty stare of another student.

"Those strays are acting like wild animals! Come Monday I'm whipping them all with 100 question quizzes!"

"Multiple choice?"

"Your right Vargas! I'll make them long answer!"

The coach sighed pitiful of his students before another image popped up within the cauldron.

"Man, everyone seems to move a lot faster when (Y/n)'s included...hmmm."

He dared not finish his thought with Mommy Crewel in earshot and silently proposed using you to get his less athletic students involved.

"Oh Cater-san posted something! 'Having fun at the party my bae's such a baddie!' (Y/n)'s dating him?"

"WHaT?!"

Crewel practically knocked the cauldron over trying to look at the post on Crowleys phone. Vargas and Crowley both trying wrench the phone out of his gloved hands as he turned as red as his tie in absolute anger. In the corner of the room Lucius, the cat, listens intently while grooming himself being sure to inform his owner ,Mozus Trein , later on of his students transgressions. Fully expecting some fish for himself and a lengthy essay for the boys he sat contented. Still grooming himself he thought, 'how can I word this without giving Mozus a heart attack?' While it was true he had 3 other daughters that didn't mean it was any easier to see them being pined for so heavily. "CURSE THAT SAM! FOR EvEn GiVing hEr THaT sUIt!" In the middle of organizing his shop he sneezed; then began knocking on wood in hopes that whoever uttered his name in good fortune. Noticing a notification on his phone and opening it he smirked as he looked at the posted pictures on Cater's magicam. "I've done it again. Good luck (Y/n)!"