#it doesn't mean the other dont love him! dont twist my words

[spoonietimelordy]

The show should really address at some point how Jaskier is the only one who choose to be with Geralt, everyone else has been linked to him through destiny but not Jaskier and how this can be both terrifying for Geralt because Jaskier can leave anytime he wishes to, but also how reconforting it can be, because he is choosing to stay.

[chatdae]

love how the older skaters in the senior division give Yurio encouragement and that each time it pisses Yurio off. JJ is intentionally condescending so that makes sense, but with Viktor and Yuuri they're not even being condescending. Yurio's just dialed in on being a hater... and i love that for him <3

[gf2bellamy]

I don't really know who to ask about this but this is a bit of a venty ask (sorry for that btw) is that okay? Can I request Spencer x reader (idk if you write just fem reader or any other's but dealers choice) and reader is rambling about something and suddenly stops when they realize they were talking too much? Like they think that he's annoyed because their family made them think that talking too much was bad? Sorry if this doesn't make sense, I struggle verbalizing my thoughts. Have a good day/night, again sorry for the odd request

listening — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: mention of ppl in reader's life having not wanted to listen a/n: hii !! its a short one but i hope you like this <3 and dont worry your request isnt odd at all !!!

“And then he just ran off, and it was insane,” you said, shaking your head as you recounted the story, your hands gesturing animatedly. “I mean, I tried to stop him, but at that point, it was like talking to a brick wall, so I—”

You stopped mid-sentence.

Your voice trailed off as your brain caught up with what you were doing.

You had been rambling.

Again.

The realization hit like a bucket of cold water, making your stomach twist uncomfortably. Your words had been spilling out so effortlessly, but now, as you glanced at Spencer—who was sitting at his desk, watching you with a small smile—you suddenly felt foolish.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, your posture shrinking as you shifted in your seat. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the old, familiar shame creeping in like an unwanted guest. “I’m talking too much.”

Spencer’s smile disappeared instantly. His brows furrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, concern flashing in his hazel eyes.

“No, you’re not,” he said quickly, his voice firm but gentle.

You shrugged, looking down at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “I just—I know I can go on and on sometimes. I don’t want to be annoying.”

Spencer’s frown deepened. Annoying? The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

His mind raced, piecing things together—your sudden drop in enthusiasm, the way your shoulders had curled inward as if trying to make yourself smaller, the hesitation in your voice.

He hated how instinctual it seemed for you to apologize for simply talking.And he hated even more the idea that someone had made you feel like you had to.

“Hey,” he said softly, waiting until you looked up at him before continuing. “You’re not annoying. And you’re definitely not talking too much.”

You searched his face, as if waiting for some indication that he was just saying that to be nice. But there was no hesitation in his expression, no forced reassurance—just sincerity.

He offered you a small, lopsided smile. “I like listening to you.”

Your breath caught slightly, your fingers stilling against your sleeve. “You do?”

Spencer nodded without missing a beat. “Of course I do.” He tilted his head, his eyes studying yours. “You get this look when you’re excited about something—your eyes light up, and your voice gets a little faster, and you use your hands a lot when you talk.”

Your face warmed. You hadn’t even realized you did that.

Spencer’s smile grew, as if he could read exactly what you were thinking. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

For so long, you had been conditioned to think that talking too much was a flaw, that you had to monitor the volume and speed of your own voice just to be tolerated. But Spencer—he didn’t just tolerate it.

He loved it.

Your lips parted slightly, searching for something to say, but all you could do was blink at him, your heart stumbling over itself in your chest.

Spencer seemed to realize what he had just admitted, his own face dusting pink. He cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. “Uh, I mean—”

A small laugh bubbled out of you, and he stopped, watching you with a mix of curiosity and relief.

“You really don’t mind?” you asked again, still needing to be sure.

Spencer shook his head, his voice softer this time. “No. I really don’t.”

Something in your chest loosened.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe in your own words.

And Spencer just sat there, smiling, happy to listen.

[chessboredom]

Hey hey! Yeah ive noticed when it comes to actual toxic shadowvanilla (or even closer to cannon) they dont get in depth of it. It feels like theres something MISSING! Ackkkkkkk i am a beliver of them being mutually toxic to each other (especially tr) If TR did for some reason truly became a cookie of decite, it would not end well for either of them! Think about it, shadow milk wants someone who understands BUT how he wants Pure vanilla to be a cookie of decite. And and shadow milk so caught up in his joy didnt even notice the cannon betryal, then take that and up it with truthless recules. Tr would 100% be lying for his own gain, probably notice shadowmilks emotional weakness and twist it like a KNIFE! The roles would be reversed! Shadowmilk is the puppet now, yet he doesnt KNOW it! So blinded by his loneiess, and the need to have someone to understand him! That he allowed himself be used (quite ironic if you think about it) cuz PV normally is not one to show his emotions in his sprites (other than his staff and well shadowmilk meddling) AND HE ISNT A OWO MAN!!! Sick of the owo man treatment! TR is that but UPPED!! A cookie of decite who doesnt express his emotions, able to twist it however he likes. Like i can see this as a Sm thinks hes the puppet master, while being the puppet. Tr lets him think that!!! Its easier to maulipate someone if they think their in control. Its MESSY! (I cannot put into words how messed up this situation would be) shadow milk you FOOL! Youve created your own MONSTER! One who sees you as a means to a end, a PUPPET. False fluff, fapse happiness, false LOVE! What TR gives you is a LIE and even if theres truth in it YOU DONT KNOW IT, YOU COUNDNT EVEN TELL WHEN HE PULL OFF A LIE! (In cannon) YOU are now in the web of lies of your own creation, Tr is your spider!! Anyway uh thats a little bit of what this dymatic makes me go crazy over (i have more ideas....)

ANON YOU FUCKKING GET IT OH MY GOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS REAL!!!!!!! I LOVE TOXIC YAOIIII!!!!

I'm gonna fucking yap about PV characterization (AGAIN.) (I just love him so fucking much.)

Very Long LONG post. XP

I'm so happy right now because you UNDERSTAND that PV isn't just some fucking UwU bean guy. Like, this is why he's so fucking good at being a leader because of his EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE and that he DOESN'T get caught up by his emotions and focuses on the problems even if it's stressful. Like a scene in Odyssey where Dark Cacao gets MAD when Clotted Cream had the idea of wanting the powers of the Soul Jam but Pure Vanilla remained calm as ever(And all of the sprites used this scene have his eyes open. He is SERIOUS.) Out of the WHOLE Ancients, despite his youthful, brighter amd unchanging appearance (and that's why his Korean Va is a girl to convey his youthfulness) he is the nost mature because he tries to Understand the situation and not diving head first. He isn't a warrior, but he is skilled involving emotions BUT he keeps DOUBTING himself at first like "I can't believe I did that! But I'd do anything for my friends to protect them."

AND THEN SHADOW MILK COOKIE COMES IN!!!! Omg Shadow Milk Cookie, DO NOT unlock the full potential of that Skill Pure Vanilla- I man Truthless Recluse has(Emotional Intelligence😇 LEVEL UP! ➡️ Emotional Manipulation😈) that he made you look stupid by making YOU think that YOU are the one IN CONTROL!

LOOK AT HOW HE DOES IT BY MAKING SMILK THINK HE'S IN CONTROL!!

En got "You and I... were meant to be together."❌️ The shadowvanilla shippers are really feeding on this line omg.

Kr got "I guess I have to accept you... Or become a part lf you."✅️ THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO SEE!!!! EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION AT IT FINEST BAYBEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! MAKE HIM THINK HE'S THE ONE PULLING YOUR STRINGS WHEN YOU'VE ALREADY SLITHERED YOUR WAY THROUGH HIS MASK!!!! UUUGGHH SMILK YOU MADE HIM BETTER THAN YOUUU

That's why I kept mentioning that PV is KIND, and not Nice and he is pretty much capable of incredible violence. Does anyone even REMEMBER PV having enough seeing his friends suffer when he was the last one standing that he tries TO KILL DARK ENCHANTRESS?? He does a lot of things that involves he SACRIFICING HIMSELF in the process. UGHHH!! FUCK!! PURE VANILLA COOKIE IS NOT NICE!! HE WANTED TO KILL SHADOW MILK COOKIE!!! Remember the "Crash Out" scene? That's his true emotions having throwing a suprise party. He had ENOUGH. Then the scenery changes that made him remember that he wasn't supposed to be a violent person. He's an angel! 😇🙏 Silly Vanillyyy, why would you say "I'M GOING TO DESTROY YOU!!" that isn't like you at all!! [sarcasm](He is literally holding back the rage every single fucking day of his life.)

As much as people love to draw PV hugging Smilk closing to the end of the Ep, he literally beats him up and people seem to forget that over thinking PV is nice Uwu It doesn't have to be this way Shadow Milk Cookie. Meanwhile in the Korean version, Awakened PV had a dialogue that went, "I like helping people but I had enough of your shit Shadow Milk Cookie.☺️" Pure Vanilla Cookie said calmly. (Link to the video I made with this line.) And then made shooting stars of Truth descend from the sky to attack him. He did say he wanted Smilk to be his friend, but he wouldn't back down in a fight anymore. That's why his Awakened "Compassionate" or "Comprehender"(in Korean) form finally showing his real role that he is a MAGIC TYPE all along who has been disguised under the role of a HEALER.

Anyway TR ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ SMILK. TOXIC YAOI REAL!! Two Cookies of Deceit. One emotional and one empty. Smilk may be the best at psychological warfare and torture, but he got himself an emotional manipulator. Tr easily takes advantage of his emotions because he acts like a child!! Just give him what he wants then he'll be satisfied in no time. Take it away from him, he's gonna have his tantrums again.

Noe I couldn't add more tbh. You explained it well and all I could do is smash the TRUE over and over.

Even with my interpretation of canon that Tr won't last long with Smilk because of the Friendship Gang and "the universe couldn't allow this! One of you turn "good" now!", I like to think the toxicity still lives through Awakened PV since he's both Truth AND Deceit. Like a bright star from light years away that's actually dead, he could still act as of he were still TR to make Smilk more paranoid and obsessed with him in a more fucked up secretive way that other people wouldn't even notice because PV is already good! He wouldn't do evil things again, right? Hehe.

Also sharing this twt post of Tr ripping Smilk's eye as well. 🥰🥰🥰

https://x.com/41n4v15/status/1896085874628087843

[somerandomdudelmao]

I think the thing I keep coming back to is not the enormity of their love it's the mmmm. Consistency maybe? I'm not sure that's the right word.

It's the way it manifests, right? Because of course they love each other, they're family, they're each others whole heart. Of course Mikey will sacrifice his youth to burn the kraang out of Casey. Of course Raph would give the generator at his heart to keep Leo and Mikey and Casey safe. Of course Leo would stay behind with Mikey in a ruined world. Of course Donnie would walk onto a battlefield half dead and fight the kraang off for his brothers. Of course Casey would break the laws of the universe to bring the four of them back.

Of course they would. Because they're each other's whole world. There's no ask that's too large. There's no task too impossible. There's no fight that's too dangerous. Of course they'd hand out these actions, these definitive declarations of love.

Because what other choice is there? When the options are do it or let your family suffer the answer is obvious. The answer is easy.

And those are wonderful ploy points, they're wonderful dynamics and moments and declarations. But they're not what I keep coming back to.

I keep coming back to Leo giving Mikey his hoodie when Mikey wants comfort. To Casey wrapping baby Leo in blankets. To April finding the Jupiter Jim movie and bringing it to watch with Donnie. To Donnie making Mikey young again. To Leo giving Casey piggyback rides, and swinging him around for fun. To Mikey letting Leo's scarf and tassels float with magic. To Donnie letting Casey lay on him. To Raph commiserating with Leo that Casey doesn't remember him. To Mikey comforting Raph when he lost his eye.

To Donnie showing Casey the rain.

Because when you love someone it's easy to give everything for them. To sacrifice yourself, your safety, your life. When the problem is "do something or watch them suffer, watch them die" there's no question to be asked. There's no alternative action to be taken.

But it's harder to remember to do the hundreds of insignificant things that are the actually important bits. The things that you dont have to do. Because no one will die if Mikey doesn't get Leo's hoodie. No one will be in danger if Leo's scarf doesn't blow in magical wind. No one would worry if Casey never saw the rain.

But they're love isn't just about saving each other or protecting each other. It's not about the sacrifice, it never has been.

It's about waking up each day, and spending each moment caring for someone so deeply that you take the time to find your old hoodie wherever it thrown last. Trusting someone so wholly that you share the ways you feel, even when you know there's nothing to be done about it.

Because in the end Casey wouldn't have known to miss the rain. He couldn't have cared either way about it. But Donnie wanted Casey to experience what he viewed as a small joy.

And I think that's what I've been circling for the last 500 or so words. The small joy. And the constant, consistent, never ending effort of creating that small joy for the ones you love. For comforting them. For making them smile.

And what I come back to, over and over, is that the huge moments, where it's all or nothing, when it's time to put everything on the line for those you love, means absolutely nothing unless it's backed by hundreds of thousands of moments where you sacrifice nothing more than a bit of time, or a bit of effort, or a bit of convenience. If you haven't spent your whole life doing the things that aren't a given, and aren't necessary.

Ohhh, it does things to my brain.

One thing I keep reminding myself of throughout the creation of a comic is consistency. I often want to twist some situation so that it's something new and surprising for the characters. You know, in terms of emotions and dynamics.

When Raph bot came home alive and Leo cried. A little voice inside me was saying "what if this is the first time Casey sees Leo cry? Show his reaction! Show how surprised he is!"

Or when Mikey levitates someone. "Come on, draw a surprised face. Levitation is surprising!"

All those little family moments. I keep reminding myself that they are not a group of strangers who become family. They are family. The family family. The familiest family ever jfjfbfhdksk

So instead of

"oh wow did he do that??"

it's

"well of course he did that."

It's about caring and giving and loving to the point where it's something naturally subconscious.

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

Eight: Music

Jegulus smut with maybe... some plot? Sirius doesn't know (just like if you know me irl? you dont) about jegulus at all... anyway, there's a reason James always has his music on too loudly

“Turn the music down, James!”

The brunette heard his best friend's yell echo from across the hall but he wasn't listening. He was also one hundred percent sure that Sirius would rather hear the possibly too loud bass of his music than the noises his little brother was making.

“Sh-shit, Jamie, fuck,” Reg managed the words between gasped moans, nails digging into the older boy’s back.

He cursed, “that's it, baby, you're so fucking perfect.”

The younger whimpered, arching into him further and throwing his head back, exposing that beautiful neck. That neck he knew he wasn't meant to mark. But it was right there. It was taunting him. Regulus let out a gasped moan when his boyfriend started sucking and biting at his neck. He would've said something, that it was a bad idea maybe, if he wasn't slowly going insane with bliss. A slightly louder moan tore free from him, almost animalistic, when James reached between them to rub circles against his clit, slowly, faster, faster, fuck.

“So good for me, angel.” James grunted at the nails scratching down his back, his hips stuttering slightly, “I'm so close, fuck.”

“Jamie, merde.”

The brunette moaned into his neck, against the skin he'd probably bruised by now, cursing as his boyfriend came, clenching around him. His hips lost their rhythm as he came, pressing fleeting kisses against Reg's neck and shoulders and collar bones as he slowly lowered himself to lie on top of him.

Regulus let out a soft huff as the older man's weight pressed into him and reached up to card his fingers through his hair gently, “hi sweetheart.”

He smiled and reached over for the remote for the stereo, turning down the music and pressing a kiss to the other's temple, “you need to find a way to be quieter, angel.”

“We've music and you like it when I'm loud.”

“Sirius yelled for me to turn it down, he'll catch on at some point.”

“That's his problem, not mine.”

James laughed softly, “it'll be your problem when your boyfriend is hung drawn and quartered, my love.”

“He wouldn't hurt my boyfriend!”

“I mean in his defence, he has no idea-”

“...Stop making excellent points.” He kissed his nose and tugged on his hair gently, “I liked the new mixed tape.”

“I thought you would.”

Reg smiled, about to reply and ask when he'd made it, but a holler came up the steps again. Followed by impatient stomping on stairs.

“James! You arse! It's your bloody turn to cook dinner! What the fuck are you doing in here?” The handle of his room twisted but the door remained closed, the brunette muffling his laugh in his boyfriend's neck. “Why the fucking hell is your door locked? Prongs! Come and make dinner you arse!”

“Go.” The younger whispered it into his hair, shushing the protest he knew was coming, “I'm fine, my love, I'm great actually. I'll be even better if my brother doesn't come barging in here. Go on.”

“Prongs!”

“Coming, I'm coming! Chill, Pads.” He pulled away reluctantly and kissed the figure smiling under him before rolling out of the bed and tugging on his boxers and joggers. He chuckled softly when his boyfriend lobbed his tee at him, lowering his voice to a whisper, “what's this for?”

Regulus grinned and tugged the duvet over himself, “you've scratches.”

“You're such a cat.”

“And you're such a stag, now shoo.”

The older boy scoffed and tugged on the tee before slipping out of his door, making sure it closed behind him before his best mate could look in, “you're very impatient, Pads.”

Sirius scanned him curiously, but merely shrugged and started walking downstairs, “what were you even doing? You're all flushed.”

“Pull-ups, sorry about the music, didn't realise how loud it was when I was in the moment.”

“It's alright, you're lucky Reggie doesn't mind that kind of music.”

“Yeah, really lucky.” He smiled to himself and clapped his mate on the back, “right, what d'you want for dinner?

***

“Reg!!! It's dinner!”

Regulus groaned at his brother's holler and rolled out of the bed he'd buried himself back into after his quick shower. He grabbed his shirt from the side and cursed under his breath at the state of it. They'd maybe been a little frantic to get the clothes off earlier.

“Regulus!”

“I'm coming you grumpy old dog!” He called back, reaching into his boyfriend's wardrobe for one of his tees which fell just above his knees, foregoing his boxers and trousers because… making said boyfriend suffer was awfully good fun.

James looked up as the younger boy walked into the lounge and almost choked. He also almost dragged him back up to his room. He was starving, but the plate in front of him had never looked so unappetising.

“Finally! What took you so long, étoile?”

He shrugged and settled into his spot, the one between James and the arm of the sofa. Which he honestly had made his, before he actually knew where the man who would become his boyfriend sat. He could feel the probably-not-subtle eyes running over him and smiled, “dinner looks good.”

His brother nodded and flopped into the armchair near them, picking up the remote, “I love mum and dad but I might love eating in front of the tv more.”

Regulus nodded and forced a shiver, tugging the blanket over himself and the brunette, “me too. It's far more relaxed.”

His boyfriend grinned at him and moved his hand to his inner thigh, brushing against where he'd expected to find boxers and stifling a groan by stuffing a mouthful of pasta into his mouth. He glanced at his best friend whose attention was affixed to the screen and dipped his hand between his thighs, brushing lightly against his clit.

“Oh, Reggie, Pandora called.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brother, ignoring the teasing touches as best as he could, “she did?”

“Yeah, asked about going to the city centre tomorrow, the library. I said you'd call if you couldn't go but otherwise meet her there at eleven.”

James waited for the moment his boyfriend opened his mouth to pinch his clit, just hard enough to elicit a sharp inhale.

“Oh, yeah, that's great. I'll definitely g-” he forced back a moan as a finger slipped into him, curling up to brush his gspot, “go-oh.”

Sirius glanced over at the stuttered word and furrowed his brows, “you okay, Reggie?”

“Yeah, yea-” he clenched his jaw when his boyfriend repeated the motion and had a sip of his water, smiling sheepishly at his brother, “hiccups, sorry.”

He shrugged and turned back to the tv. James waited a moment to ensure he wasn't going to turn back around and pushed a second finger into him, curling and stroking until he was fairly certain the it other's teeth were grinding together. He leaned over slightly, whispering against the shell of his ear, “so pretty and desperate for me, angel. In my shirt and nothing else. Practically begging me to fuck you, hm?”

Reg let out a quiet whimper, making sure his voice was just as quiet when he replied, “is this you - fuck - teaching me to be quiet?”

“Mm. You're doing so well, baby.”

“Fuck, Jamie, please.”

The brunette smirked and rubbed his thumb against his clit, moving his fingers just too slowly, “if you're quiet you can come whenever you want, angel.”

He bucked his hips into the contact slightly before nodding, biting his lip hard enough to draw the faintest blood to hold back a moan when his boyfriend sped up. His shoulders slumped into the sofa behind him as he focused on being quiet, only a quiet gasp leaving him when he came, head thrown back slightly, back arched up the tiniest amount.

James drew his hand back and waited until his boyfriend was looking at him to suck his fingers clean. He smirked at the almost silent whimper, mouthing ‘good boy’ and watching the younger boy crumble on the spot.

They were going to need louder music.

[itsfairly]

Saying Out Loud // Nanami Kento x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

cw: none.

notes: HAPPY PRIDE YALL! i normally post once a month, but lets pretend last post was the make-up for may and this one is june's. either way, fits the month, right?

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"I'm bisexual," you said with a small crack towards the end of your words.

your eyes were constantly shifting between his, searching for any reaction or response from Kento as your fingers fidgeted with each other in an effort to calm your nerves.

it was so uncomfortable, so tense, so terrifying. you know this stuff is told at the beginning of a relationship, not months into it, but things with Kento were going so well. you've never felt so calm around someone, so loved in the most simple yet concrete ways, that a relationship could be so easy and rewarding as this one with him. you wanted to hold on to this stage, this moment where things flowed perfectly and the world seemed to say yes, these two are meant for each other. that's why you took so long to tell him.

after all, how many people treated you differently after they learned this about you?

sorry, its just that i dont want to date someone who will make me look over my shoulder to see if they are being faithful.

what? so you're just gonna leave me when you want to date a man or something?

does that mean we can have a threesome?

its was as if there mere mention of your bisexuality was a burden to them or some sort of fetish. it was exhausting and no matter how much you tried to be fine with it, you weren't.

it wasnt like you didnt trust Kento, he had been nothing but respectful to you and such a gentleman. but god, did those relationships screw up your confidence in this area...you thought you could keep this to yourself, but then again, he deserved to know before things went any further, to walk out if this wasn't what he hoped. you would get it even if it was unfair.

with every second his eyes looked into yours, taking in your words with that stoic expression of his that you could barely read at the moment, the fear was growing in your chest. It kept expanding until it reached your lungs and had to take deep breaths to appear calm about this when you were scared shitless. what would he say? why was he taking so long? he wants to break up, doesn't he? of course, he-

"what made you want to tell me now?" Kento asked, his voice calm as ever as if he was asking where you wanted to have lunch, making you wonder if he was even understanding the severity of your words.

"we've been dating for months now, exclusively even, and you deserved to know before things got serious," you said, feeling your heart race with every word you said. hell, you wondered how you managed to speak so clearly with these many thoughts in your head.

"but are you telling me because you want to or because you felt like you have to?" Kento asked, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes showing this concern.

that made you blink a few times. this wasn't the kind of reaction you usually received. you were bracing yourself to hear any apprehension, maybe for him to reject or twist your words, but not to see him worried for you like this.

"i told you, we have been dating for a few months and it would be fair if i kept this from you-"

"but its not fair to force yourself either." Kento interrupted you, his words having this firm yet soft tone to them.

his hands reached out to one of yours, covering it completely in his hold. a steady hold opposite to the fidgeting of your fingers, but in his hands, your hand had no choice but to relax.

"you look so stiff you might break, try and take a breath," he adds, his head tilting to the side as his expression softened.

you do just that, mirroring Kento as he also took a deep breath to encourage you to do the same, and while it did help with the nerves, it didn't relieve your confusion. he wasn't saying much on your coming out, he hadn't say a single word about it yet.

"i wanted—want to tell you because i don't want you to find out later on after investing so much in me and just...you don't need to waste your time if someone like me isn't what you were looking for," you explained.

of course you wanted to tell him, but it didn't took away how scary coming out is, especially when the person you're coming out to is so special and you want them in your life regardless. you didn't want to lose him, but you also didn't want to deceive him like this. maybe you did had to push yourself to say it, not wanting to ruin things so quickly, but you couldn't wait any longer.

Kento sighs, making your heart stop for a second. Was he disappointed? Infuriated? Angry?

But when you heard his words as he squeezed your hand, you were surprised to learn how far off you were...

"i must be awful at making it clear that you're exactly who I'm looking for."

suddenly, its as if your heart gains this new energy, beating and beating as if you just ran a marathon. your mouth feels dry as youfeel your brows knitting together, feeling as if this conversation was bringing more surprises to you than to him.

"you don't care that i'm bi?" you asked quietly, your hand squeezing his back in hopes you didn't hear him wrong.

Kento shakes his head, "i do, but not in the way you think," he says, a shadow of a smile coming to the corner of his lip as he scoots closer to you. His eyes look at yours, silently asking if that was okay. You nod.

"i care, not because it annoys me—i would be an asshole if that were the case—, but because i'm learning about you. The you that you feel most authentic to. While i am happy that you are opening up to me about something so important to you, i wished you would feel more comfortable telling me about it because you were ready, not because you felt pressured to. i'm sorry if i made you feel that."

you didnt know what it was at this point, whether it was the adrenaline or sweetness of the moment, but you knew Kento was the reason with all these words he was saying. he wasn't anything like anyone you'd dated before, he was being so sweet and just a dream. you never thought your chest could swell with this feeling while coming out to someone. it felt...easy.

you quickly shake your head, your turn to scoot over to him with your knees bumping against his. "no, no! you didn't pressure me in any way, Kento. its just that i know how much of a dealbreaker this is to some and i..." you took in a deep breath, feeling your throat hitch with this lump, "god, you have no idea how relieving it is to hear that."

you didn't wait a second longer before you wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug as you rested your forehead in his shoulder. you felt his arms wrapped around you in return, pulling you closer to his body as his hand caressed your back in soothing circles that made your heart calm down.

"someone like you is special," Kento says softly, his breath tickling your ear, "you're choosing me over anyone else, and i feel so honored that you are with me."

you laughed softly, pulling your head back from his shoulder and looking at him with a huge grin. god, he made this so, so easy.

"kento, you have no idea what this means to me. No idea how easy it is to feel lucky right now." You said quietly, taking a deep breath before resting your forehead against his, "thank you, just thank you."

Kento hums, his hand coming up to your scalp to stroke your hair gently. hearing all your words and seeing all the emotions you wore on your sleeve made him realize how big of a step this was for you, how heavy of a topic this was on you. it didn't take a genius to know that this reaction from you meant that this situation didn't went as well in the past with other people, which made his heart hurt for you. Sweet you who thought about him first before herself when this wasn't about him.

more than ever, Kento would make sure that you felt comfortable in your skin and secure in your relationship. you deserved nothing less than that and you were worth investing in as you said in your own words, though he would much rather call it loving you. it sounded more accurate to what he wanted to do.

"you know, now i have to put more effort into our relationship," Kento said softly, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "after all, I'm showing you off to double the people, aren't i?"

[zarnzarn]

Hello! I ABSOLUTELY DON'T WANT TO RUSH YOU IN ANYTHING OK but I'm anon from Athena's epilepsy attacks and I wonder if the next part is out? I can't use AO lol and I don't know if I'm not even seeing it well I think lol

it is not aaaa AAAAA

it has been. a time because of this dang term paper and outings on the weekends and the 12 days tour that I had no data for and EXAMS so writing has been on pause for a while. also i dont lock my fics so if you click the link on the top of my blog you can go straight to my profile and go to works; the most recent fics will be at the top!

however! since you asked. here is some-

"If you're expecting an apology, you will be waiting a long time," Athena says coldly, looking out over the courtyard.

A hand falls onto her shoulder, calloused and delicate, sliding down her arm, over her scars, to her elbow. Her breath catches.

"The way Ody put it, he was lucky to get a grimace of remorse out of you if a scheme went wrong and organs were skewered," Penelope says. Athena doesn't quite have the strength to look at her. "Telemachus will survive."

Athena opens and closes her mouth, caught off-guard at the lack of fury she'd prepared for, at who'd come to confront her. Had steeled herself for arguing with Odysseus at his most protective- a familiar foe, in words and opinions; or even Telemachus, whose tears and hurt she had been trying to mount a defense against in advance.

Penelope takes her hand back- leaving the skin Athena hadn't been aware of owning cold once more- and uses it to brace herself on the branch, huffing with exertion as she swings around the bark and settles next to her, as spry as any juvenile Spartan out there. She adjusts her lopsided jewellery with an irritated twist of her lips, making Athena smile, then turns to her expectantly.

Any hint of mirth flees Athena immediately, and she goes back to looking over the courtyard.

She has never had to defend against Penelope.

("No," Odysseus says once more, and she resists the urge to throw him out the window. "I am not making backup plans against my wife."

"You are blinding yourself to betrayal by your love," Athena snaps. Damn Aphrodite. "If-"

"Athena," Odysseus says sombrely, and she closes her mouth, surprised at him pushing back. His eyes are wary of her wrath, but steady. "I trust her. Test her if you want. You will too."

Athena is overcome by a strange emotion for a moment, throat clogged. This is why she usually doesn't let her disciples marry. They become so far from wisdom. Far from her. She turns her head away. "On your own head be it.")

"Well?" Athena says, before Penelope can start in on the small talk; she knows quite well how the other weaves her webs, talks you into circles until you're not quite sure what point you're defending and realize only when you won that she'd tricked you into arguing for her somehow.

Penelope is quiet a moment. Then, like she is sinking a spear into someone's ribs, she asks, "Do you believe that your place in this house depends on the number of times you fall to the floor and foam at the mouth?"

Athena sways forward, the words finding their target, sinew cleaved open. She cannot find an answer.

Penelope looks at her, brown eyes catching the light and showing their hidden green. They are steady. Steadier than anyone Athena has ever known. "Do you?"

Athena opens her mouth, but no sound emerges. She grabs at her shattered pride and pulls herself up. "That is- I am not-"

Penelope hums as Athena trails off. She has never been at a loss for words before like now.

The Queen's bracelets tinkle as she reaches up to push a strand of hair behind Athena's hair. A snake comes out to hiss at her and she pauses, cautious in a way the other two aren't- and then reaches out to pet the scales gently, in a way that no one ever has dared.

"I did not mean to shout at Telemachus," Athena blurts out before she can stop herself. She can still see his face crumpling into tears and feels as terrible as she did then, when it happened. "It was a... lapse of judgement."

Penelope looks at her. "He'll be happy with an apology and a hug," She says with a smile. "But that's not what I asked. Do you think I view you as a burden? Or weak?"

Athena's breath escapes her in a breath. "I caused you the worst of all the circumstances," She says finally. "The other fates were beyond me but... I could have still told you that there was hope. I could have returned your lover to you so much earlier if I hadn't been proud. How can I ask more from you now, when you have been nothing but one of my foremost disciples since childhood, and I have given you nothing?"

"You can," Penelope says in the dying sunlight. "Because I love you."

Athena makes a noise like she's been stabbed.

"Your seizures will never be a burden for me," Penelope says calmly. "The way weaving my shroud was never a burden for me. It is a quirk of the Fates and it is terrible- but my pain is for you, not because of you."

"Why?" Athena says, raw. "What have I ever done for you, Penelope? How can you- how can you-"

"I can't love my husband without loving you, I think," Penelope laughs. "And besides. The past months with you here... Knowing you. As a person. I think I always knew I was lost. Am I not allowed to claim you as my patron goddess as well, or is that honor only reserved for the idiots of this family?"

"That is," Athena manages, hoarsely. "Not quite how it works."

Penelope snorts softly, bangles tinkling as she raises a hand to the jagged mess of the scar, tracing it gently with calloused fingers. Athena goes still, watching with a wide eye as the Queen leans closer, until she's a hairsbreath away, her breath warm on Athena's face.

"And yet." Penelope murmurs. Looks back up at her with unreadable nymph eyes, as green as Pallas', wrinkles around her eyes and an expression as solemn as a royal. She smiles, small, then turns back and slips off the tree.

"I'll see you at dinner," She says over her shoulder, leaving Athena staring behind her with all her irritation and all her wanting.

[midnight-mourning]

Finding the Meaning

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 9💘💘

LATE BUT ITS HERE, something sweet and silly with Zen's au with their oc AC and Moon!

Prompt: :o !! Um, gosh. Okay so idk how familiar you are with my Moon and his staffbot buddy AC, but I'd love to see one of them learning about Valentines day and doing something for the other. (In aa friend/platonic way) But like they love each other and never had a word for the feeling before. They dont realize that valentines day is for a difderent kind of love. Theyre both naiive robots learning how to feel. If you dont wanna do that, then just do Moon x Reader with the same idea. (Sorry for having such a specific request its just what came to mind x_x)

Word Count: 1372

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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The outside world is calm, quiet, as AC dares to peek out of the closet. It's dark, meaning it's safe, but one could never be too careful. As he takes a step, he jumps as his foot lands on something crunchy. A quick glance down reveals it to be a heart shaped piece of paper. He tilts his head to the side, confused, but curious. 

With a slight wobble to his balance—this whole having legs thing was still a bit confusing—he bends down and picks it up, looking it over closely. It's pink, with white lacy trim around the edges. Across the front is loopy script with a printed phrase that reads 'Will you be my Valentine?'. 

If AC could furrow his brows, he would. Unfortunately, they're merely painted on with that golden yellow. The same as—No. Best to not go down that train of thought. He's safe. It's dark, there's no light to be found. He's okay. 

Speaking of, where was his friend? 

The bot scans the room, finding no sign of his signature. At first at least. It takes a moment, but finally he picks up his signal over by the daycare wall. Looking up himself, he finds that his damaged sensors are indeed correct. 

Moon sits atop the wall, crouched, facing out towards the Plex proper. He seems to be watching something. AC can't tell what from here. So, with slow steps, he walks over to find out. 

The naptime attendant doesn't react to his approach, gaze set on whatever is occurring outside. It takes AC lightly tapping on the wall below the lunar bot to grab his attention. But it works well. Moon jump slightly, then glances down to where the curious former staff bot looks up to him, head tilted as if to say 'What are you looking at?'.

"Ah, hello friend. I'm sorry I didn't let you know it was time to come out." Moon extends a hand down. "Here, why don't you join me?"

AC hesitates, stepping back slightly. He didn't want found out. Didn't want to take any risks of being found out. He had to stay safe, he had to stay safe, he had to stay safe—

A touch to his shoulder. 

Moon's now leaning over to meet AC eye to eye, legs hooked over the wall to keep balanced.

"You can sit backwards, if you want." Moon's faceplate spins once. "That way no one can see your legs."

A pause. Then, AC nods. With both hands, Moon pulls the other bot up onto the wall with him. Making sure to sit him backwards so his legs are hanging on the inside of the wall. From there, AC can twist his torso to watch what's so fascinating outside. 

Further out into the main body of the Plex, there are several employees hard at work. At first, this alarms the bot, but he then remembers not only what Moon told him, but also that he's well hidden over here in the shadows. It's okay. He's okay. 

Taking a closer, more relaxed look, he sees that they're putting up decorations. They're a bit hard to make out, mainly just the colors are visible. Reds and pinks, on banners, streamers, shapes that hang on their own, and all over the numerous flyers being posted. 

Seeing all the decorations stirs something in AC, beyond just curiosity. Before being, damaged, he very much enjoyed the holidays. They brought with them a different energy to the Plex. Happier, more chaotic, but also calmer. 

It was a pity he couldn't get to witness them anymore. 

"What's that you've got?"

AC startles, looking over to see Moon is pointing to the heart in his hands. He lifts it up, head tilting to the side and eyes closing. His best attempt to show he was 'smiling'. 

"Looks similar to the decorations they're putting up." Moon nods in thought. "I wonder how it got in here..."

AC shrugs, then points to the script on the heart. 

"What's a Valentine, do you think?" His friend asks in the quiet. 

Another shrug. Then, he makes a typing motion with his hands. 

"Look it up? I suppose I could try. One moment."

AC waits patiently as the other bot searches online for an explanation, swinging his legs idly and patting his hands against his upper thighs. He tends to move a lot when not trapped in the closet.

 The lack of movability almost makes him fidgety when he's out and about. Something that's so, human of an action really. He doesn't think too long on that. 

Moon suddenly unfreezes, shaking his head once. "Ah. Intriguing."

AC tilts his head again in question. 

"It seems to be a holiday for expressing one's love for another. Which can be done with gifts, cards, or just general declarations." Moon says, stare not entirely focused, he must still be searching. "The day of celebrations is the 14th of February. Next week."

AC nods, also thinking. 

Love.

Now that was an interesting one. 

A human emotion he still didn't quite understand. 

AC knew the bad emotions well. Sadness, anger, fear. Something that should be out of his capabilities as a machine, and yet, he knew them well. Almost like old friends at this point. 

But, he also had a new friend now, and that friend had shown him new emotions, new feelings. Compassion, security, comfort, kindness. All things that he had maybe been able to recognize before, but not truly understand. 

AC had an idea. 

He turns to Moon just in time for his friend to speak up. "What if we were each other's Valentine? Oh, was that what you were about to suggest?"

AC nods quickly, giving a thumbs up, to which Moon laughs lightly. 

"Alright then, next week we'll celebrate."

AC claps his hands, and in his excitement, almost tumbles backwards over the wall, thankfully caught in time by Moon before that happens.

As the next week passes by, both bots think and work tirelessly on what to do for the other. From what they both can find individually, it's supposed to be grand, romantic gestures. Which, internally, they both panic about.

Little did the other know the struggle that was occurring with them. Each knew they felt something for their friend, but as to what, it was much more complex than that. 

Security, friendship, comfort, happiness. The laughter they shared, the melancholy. All of it, good or bad, it made each bot feel warm inside at the thought they had each other to spend it with. But as for what that was if it wasn't 'proper' love, they didn't know. 

But, week's are short in the grand scheme of things, and so before either knew it, it was time to share their surprises. 

They met as they always did, in the middle of the darkened Daycare, nervous, toying with the items they each held behind their backs. 

"Well, are you ready?" Moon asks. 

AC nods. There's a fluttering feeling in his circuits he can't quite describe. 

"You first then."

AC pauses, then rapidly shakes his head, pointing to the other bot. 

They bicker back and forth about it, fueled by worry, when finally, it's agreed upon to display their gifts at the same time. 

"Alright, on the count of three. One, two, three."

They both bring their gifts out to present them. 

AC has gotten Moon a new stuffed animal, a panda bear. It's old, and a bit tattered, but it's still cute. He thinks at least. 

Moon has gotten his friend a coloring book, to use during his time stuck in the closet all day, complete with some—slightly used—glow in the dark crayons. 

"This is, wonderful, AC. Thank you." Moon gently takes the bear, as AC almost vibrates with excitement upon getting the coloring book. In turn, he hugs Moon, and after a brief moment to recover, the naptime attendant hugs him back. 

Simultaneously, both robots feel, something, in their circuitry upon seeing their gifts. 

The thought that someone else cares so much for them, to get something so thoughtful, it sends a certain feeling through them. Maybe it's not romantic, maybe it's not perfect, but in that split second, both realize exactly what it is. 

Love.

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Thank you for the cute request @zenkaiankoku!! It was fun learning about these two, hope I did them some justice with this hehe

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[tommyflanaganfan-blog]

I dont know if this would be considered a one shot or a drabble or if its gonna turn into an actual story but here y'all go. Enjoy.

Cheated

"Tell me who it was."

"No. I already told you what I did and why. It doesn't matter who I was with."

"The fuck it doesn't. I want to know who the asshole is that for some reason decided it would be a good idea to put their hands on my wife. Who are you sleeping with Hayleigh?"

"I'm not your wife. And I'm not going to tell you who it was you'll kill him."

In every way that matters, you are my wife. Wether we have a stupid piece of paper or not."

That piece of paper was currently tucked inside of his kutte. He had went and got a marriage license, wanting to surprise her now that his divorce was final. This was not what Chibs had expected to come home to. Hayleigh had been his everything, his reason for living for the past 4 years. And she had cheated on him while he was in Ireland helping Jax find Able. Granted, he had slept with Fiona but it was the only way she would agree to a divorce. Told him it was a final goodbye. He knew Hayleigh wanted to get married. In a twisted way, he had done it for her. For their future together. And he knew she would never find out, she'd never believe a damn word that came out of Fiona's mouth and nobody else knew about it.

"Are you going to leave me for him now? Do you love him? I don't know what he told you, but I promise you no other man alive will ever love you like I do..."

Chibs sounded heartbroken. He wasn't acting as furious as she had anticipated and it killed her. She felt as though she had just ruined his life.

"Filip...."

I want answers Hayleigh. Now. Did you fall in love with someone else? And who is it?"

No way in hell was she going to tell him it was Kozik she had slept with. She wasn't completely stupid. She knew Chibs would kill him, brother or not. He didnt give a damn about anything else when it came to her. Yes, she loved him. But she loved her scotsman more.

"It was a random guy."

Chibs lit a joint while staring at her menacingly. He dropped his gold colored lighter on the table in front of him and leaned foreward, his tone of voice turning deadly.

"You're a lot of things love, but a whore is not one of them, which means I've met the guy. I know when you're lying. You won't be able to protect him for very long darlin'." As far as Chibs was concerned, Hayleigh was his. She was all the good he had in his life. And she had no idea just how far or to what lengths he would go to protect his family. Chibs Telford was a dangerous man who hid it well and she had so rarely saw that side of him that she had underestimated him. One way or another he was determined to find out it was. And when he did, all hell would break loose. He wasn't going to lose Hayleigh to someone else, not without a fight.

[flo-zoinks]

do you think Dutch every truly cared about Arthur, John, oe any of the gang members? Or he only cared about how useful they were to him? How loyal they were to him?

I think he cared genuinely to an extent, especially when it came to Arthur, he just ultimately cared about himself more and his own ego. Just my take tho, it's a bit more complex than that but I really don't know how to word it :")

Good take!! Thanks for asking me ♡

In short (if possible), I think Dutch cared, but other factors were a lot more dominating than that love.

To Dutch, I believe his biggest goal in life was his image. Dutch's idea of a perfect person was someone who took in and protected the rejected and weak around him, who didn't follow and submit to the society around him, who longed for freedom and spoke wise words about not conforming. Whilst this idea of a perfect person might not be what everyone else thinks at all, it's what he does. Arthur and John fell into that image - the people someone perfect would protect and care for, and teach his own ways. So Dutch believed he cared for them, being that perfect person, and acted as someone who would. That's why I think he did things that looked like caring, (what he believed was), but when it came to things that werent obvious, or took too much work he deemed necessary, he allowed other factors to dominate that caring feature of a person to mentally ignore them whilst still feeling good about himself.

That's why I think he was so easily able not to save Arthur, his son, in chapter 6. A Father, or a Mother who truly loves their child as they should wouldn't give up that love so easily, as Dutch did. No matter the current issues, they would save their child, at the risk of their own life easily. Dutch allowed that judgement and voices to enter his head so quickly, and used it to allow himself to abandon his child, telling himself it fit the criteria of a perfect person as "they deserved that." It was easier to do that, then to have to make a decision that could possibly harm his own idea of himself.

Take for instance, Dutch's jailbreaks. If Arthur goes to jail for a prolonged time, theres a good chance Dutch will break him out in the game. However when Arthur gets kidnapped by the O'Driscolls, I dont think Dutch went to look for him past the jails and saloons. A caring person would search where he thought would fit, like those jails and saloons. Someone who loved further and actually cared like a Father would search and put in countless hours to retrieve their loved one, but once he'd finished feeling like a good person didn't care to look further.

So generally because I'm so close to going off topic lmfao, I think his belief that he cared manifested into a little actual care, however wasn't as big as he pretended. He saw them as assets, as parts that existed to him to help him feel good about himself, as tools. The people around him, Reverend, Molly and so on exist to stroke his ego and tell him he's a saviour, he's so smart and perfect. But when Arthur and John begin to openly doubt and judge him whilst Micah doesn't, he sees it easier to believe Micah's words and follows the route that reminds him hes perfect, meaning he doesnt need to care for Arthur and so on to feel good about himself. Their purpose doesn't work anymore, their used up and broken, so that care disappears.

That's also how I view the American Venom scene, when Dutch shoots Micah. At that point, Dutch sees the full maliciousness and "evil" in Micah's words, and realises his mind will never be able to twist things and his own views to justify their actions anymore. So to still feel well about himself, he shoots Micah. Besides, 'that's what a good person would do, right?' He still doesn't need John, still sees him as someone who will damage his self-image, so therefore not worth his attention and a traitor to him, but is perhaps a little less hostile to him. He's reminded a good person should still care for him, and Arthur, so treats it as his final act of 'love' he can perform. His final moment of 'caring'.

Am I yapping any sense ? Not really. Am I tired? Ya! But this is just my personal view! I agree with u fo sho so thanks for the ask!! I'm so grateful I love these so much. I'd also love to see other opinions or views on this❤❤🌟

[housemaiden-of-change]

INTRODUCTION POST!!!

Hi!! My name is Mirabelle (She/her), and I'm travelling with my friends Siffrin, Isabeau, Odile, and Bonnie! We're here to save Vaugarde from The King! This is my first time running something like this sooo I'm a little nervous, and I have a few personal boundaries:

- No NSFW or flirtatious messages please!!! I personally don't like that kind of stuff

- Please don't be too mean! Especially to other askers! We all see the world differently

- Art submissions are welcomed AND appriciated!!

- While I believe everyone is allowed to interract with my blog, I have some acceptions! No Homohphobes, transphobes, racists, MAPs, Proshippers, basically anyone who is "Anti-Change" Change is apart of life, buster! Deal with it!

- You don't have to ask me for a hug or to be your friend! To Dormonts house, you are a friend of us all! <3

- Bonnie has a blog of their own now! Bonnie rules semi-no longer apply! :3

Now for some words of the Blog Manager!

Hi hey and hello! Its me, @imlivinginyourtrashcan (He/Him) and I have finally caved! (Hope you are proud Siffrin)

Now for my personal boundaries for this blog, along with simple requests:

-My rules are the same as Mirabelles, but with my own ooc twist

-While Mirabelle herself is a She/Her user, I am not! I use He/Him, I won't tolerate purposeful misgendering

- I finished the game! Not in full, still have stuff to do some of the achivements, so be careful with spoilers still 🙏🙏🙏 (ask before you initiate, please, I didnt get Who Was The Phone yet so getting that ask qualified as a spoiler)

- Any godmod or metagaming request will be denied! Or, cleaverly intercepted by 《 The omnious unnamed narraror!~ 》. If you have to ask if its godmodding, it probably is! Don't do it!

- I have the right to deny or veto an ask, and you all have done a great job listening (except with the excess geese attempt), but if I, in character or not, say not to do it, dont!

- Anon is off. Maybe you can earn it back, but I doubt it. Run away, weirdos! [Sptzz sptzz] ....but if you were a nice fella and wanna remain anon, I can blur your name and pfp! Just say so in ask (same rules as Mundie)

- This Blog will follow the shennanigans of @a-traveling-star (King), @studies-of-nothing (Ninja), @defender-of-jouvente (Mundie), @snacksleader (Susie), and @loopadoop (Unsure if they want to be called smthn else yet)

Occasionally in the askbox, we'll get a rp scenario with "Suzu" thats our mutual friend @cookieeevee you should go follow them theyre so cool.

- Please no ship related asks, love you guys but I dont want a war in my comments section /lh

- Like the others have stated before, do not rush us! Please! None of you have done it to ME but my friends have reported it happening to them, we all have lives! We'll get to you eventually!

- I personally don't give a shit if an au self comes around, but don't force it into the canon please, time and place! But come say hi whenever!

- I'm fine with being adressed in ooc and will sign my name with ooc brackets, but just cuz im ok with it doesn't mean you should start pressuring other people to do the same. Some people wanna remain anon and thats perfectly ok :)

- Alsoooo~ Cuz this is an au, ill be tagging things [besides act 0] in their respective acts 🫡

Bye Bye!! ~

[orchestraytedkhaos]

Rexsoka. Yeah, it's my ship. Still.

I mainly just lurk here, reading fanfic and enjoying the memes. But the angst of the last few has given me the courage to dive in and say a few words.

First, let me clear the air: Rebels was when I started shipping Rexsoka. Prior to their reunion on that show, it had never ever occurred to me to ship them. Despite having read the novels.

So, yeah, look, I totally get the opposition to shipping early Clone Wars Rex and Ahsoka. She's a child. He's a child too, arguably, although his accelerated maturation makes everything super messy. The military structure and fact that Rex is basically a slave means its got power issues galore. Then for those in the US, there is the whole 18 year old age of consent thing (noting, for good or ill, it's 16 most other places). I get why this squicks people. It's the SanSan of Star Wars.

But people grow up. Even on TV.

Season 7 Ahsoka is 17 going on 18, and effectively an adult. She's commanded armies, and just spent a year living and working independently. She is also obviously mature and, frankly, animated that way. Rex is a long term friend, they love and care for each other, and by the end of the season, she basically risks everything for him, and he for her. The episodes are also written in a very obviously shippy way, with the gazing, the chats, the meaningful converstions, the hand holding and the tears. Not to mention that sad, moonlit reunion in Tales of the Jedi.

And although I dont think it matters much, by this time, even taking Rex at double chronological age, the gap is pretty mild by fantasy standards. 17-18 and about 26, roughly the same as Buffy and age-corrected Angel, and way less than Han and Leia.

Fast forward to Rebels, and we have two mature adults with a shared history and goals, who love, trust and admire each other, share common interests, and are amongst the most important people in each other's lives. It's a believable and natural thing for that to progress to something more. The challenges to their relationship are things like, for Ahsoka, the lingering memory of the Jedi code and Anakin and Padme's destructive passion, and Rex's rapid aging, status and limited life experiences. It is those kinds of emotional and external barriers and their shared trauma that make the romance so interesting.

Season 7 + and Rebels Rexsoka is classic friends to lovers, and one of the nicest, softest and most realistic relationships in Star Wars. The opposition to it, and moraliatic shaming of those who like is, is something I simply don't get. It's bizarre. There are heaps of ships that are far, far more problematic (including Anakin/Padme) that don't get this hate.

Like, anti dudes, what exactly *is* the problem here? I suspect the it's that some people just want to get their hate on.

The recent flashbacks? Yeah, that one on Mandalore complicates thing, but I doubt they had stomping on shippers in mind when they cast Ariana, as I have seen suggested elsewhere. The more likely scenario is that - at about 14 yo when this was filmed - Ariana was totally perfect for the first flashback, and is perfect for playing young Ahsoka going forward. Even setting aside that she is an amazing actress, she's insanely athletic and can duel weild light sabres while knee walking though a twist. She's also already tied to Disney. She wasn't quite right for the part, and, I agree, that does make watching it in light of the fanfic a bit uncomfortable. But, it's not just a shipper issue. Putting an Ahsoka that looks and sounds like that in the episodes with the Martez sisters and Bo Katan is weird af too, and doesn't work. I doubt it is meant to.

Story-wise, the best and only real take is that the flashbacks aren't live action replays. The Mandalore scene doesnt even chronologically match what happened (Ahsoka is so fighting Saxon in that scene, which never happened). They are visions about Ahsoka and Anakin and their relationship, not live action replays. Both remember her as a child caught up in a war. Smoke, the fog of war, flashing lights and dying, faceless clones.

And Anakin and Rex.

What I take from these is that in Ahsoka's mind, and Anakin's too for that matter, Rex is always there for her. Standing in the chaos, calm and confident in himself and in her, and looking badass as heck. With an older Ahsoka it would have absolutely been smoking scene from her pov, and no way was it written otherwise. As an older Ahsoka remembering, it's hot. As younger Ahsoka, he's there as her protector and friend.

Do I do ever think this ship will play out on screen? Not, no explicitly. And, yeah, it probably is harder now because of that vision (although if they ever do film a younger Ahsoka series, they will undoubtedly be casting a young actor for Rex, and Ariana will, by then, be 18). But I don't think that was intentional, and I don't think that much has changed. It was always intended to be an "open for interpretation" relationship, written with the possibility not excluded. And I am good with that. Perhaps I even prefer it. Star Wars has a truly dreadful record with romance and, besides, too often cementing subtle or ust-based ships kill them. I just hope this hasn't, because it's still my ship and I love it.

[ichinoue]

In the lust arc, ichigo never said the "her" kanji in the original Japanese scan, this kanji: 彼 was nowhere to be seen. It was ichigos instinct to protect that made him get up; he didn't know who was calling, but since someone was, he ahd to protect, that's who he is.

The translation for the original Japanese scan is:

“呼んでる. 呼んでるんだ. 聞こえる. 立てよ. 立て. 俺が. 俺が. 俺が護る."

“Calling. They are calling. I can hear it. Rise. Stand up. I…I…I will protect.”

I don't know why viz chose to add a non existent her, but in the original scan, there's no her.

Now you can ship what u like, just don't mischarecterize ichigo for the sake of it. We know you want it to appear that ichigo was down bad for orihime, just don't do it at the cost of ichigos charecter. This was a moment for ichigo to show his instinct to protect, no matter who, and his will as a shinigami.

You also say that in terms panel that ichigo blasts orihime away and off her feet, that he wasnt attacking her because "his sword was on the other side". If he raised from the DEAD to save her, why wouldn't he more cautious of her? That blast flew orihime off her feet, you dont do deliberately do that if ur protecting someone.

I've seen some people use the data book as an arguement to say it was about orihime since it says he was "bound to orihimes screams" when that was 3rd person. That was from a readers perspective, because we as readers knew that orihime was calling out to him, ichigo didn't.

If vasto lorde/ichigo meant to protect orihime, he wouldve said the her kanji in the original scan, and he wouldn't have blasted her away after that. By all means, enjoy ur ship. I don't give a fuck abt that, what I do give a fuck about is ichigo mischarecterization or a false narrative being pushed in order to enjoy ur ship. Ichigo rose from the dead to protect who was calling out to him, because that's what he does. The ichihime ship doenst need this moment to stay alive, once again I know ichihime shippers love to use this as a basis of thir arguement as to why its canon, but it simply didn't happen the way u guys say.

Call me an ichihime anti, call me an orihime hater, I don't give a fuck. Stop pushing false narratives to make ur ship appear any better than it does, its quite frustrating to see mischarecterization happen because of shipping. And I say this too any shippers who want to twist the narrative or mischarecterize charecters in order to validate their ship or prove that their ship is good.

Well guys, it's 2023 and here's another dolt ranting about pronouns in the lust arc, just like the IH Fail essay that ended up being a fail in and of itself.

When will these people learn that Japanese doesn't require pronouns the same way that English does?

Hell, English doesn't even require pronouns when it's redundant and *this* incredibly obvious who is being talked to and/or about:

Seriously. Even if the only thing Ichigo were saying here is the word "protect"...or furthermore, even if we were not meant to know what he was saying at all, and it was just some mumbled, broken speech that the reader was not meant to decipher...It's still blatantly evident that whatever it is he's saying, he's talking to/about Orihime.

I mean this is just hilarious to me. Here's Orihime and Ichigo, literally placed together in side by side panels as Ichigo continues to chant about protecting...And ichiruki shippers are like, "hmmm well, it's not super clear who he's talking about because there's no pronoun so...I guess we'll never know 🤷‍♀️."

When literally, she's...she's right there on the page lmao. That's Orihime, she's right there! You can't miss her!! Like c'mon, dude. This is basic reading comprehension. You really need a pronoun to help you figure this out when her face is right there? Directly adjacent to his? When she's listening to what he's saying, so that it can then dawn on her that, "oh shit, it's my fault, he's doing this for ME."

This is the very next page following that last one, with a flashback of the moment in question, of Orihime screaming out for Ichigo, the moment he could hear HER calling before he rose up from the dead, chanting about protection. Confirming for the 47 thousandth time that yeah, he rose up from the dead for her.

You think Kubo drew this^ entire page, at such a pivotal moment, to show that Orihime's...wrong? Like some sort of gag? She's just *imagining* that Ichigo rose up for her, but it's not actually true? That's...certainly an interesting way to interpret things lmao.

Here's the page the flashback references, of Orihime screaming, placed directly next to Ichigo just as he begins to rise up. But yeah, it had nothing at all to do with Orihime. Just a total coincidence, I'm sure.

And if that weren't enough, here's the Bleach Unmasked Databook:

完全虚化した一護は, 織姫が発した叫びを反芻 しその目的だけに縛られた。

"The perfectly hollowfied Ichigo ruminated over Orihime's screams and was bound only to that purpose"

You...mentioned this? Kind of?

"I've seen some people use the data book as an arguement to say it was about orihime since it says he was "bound to orihimes screams" when that was 3rd person. That was from a readers perspective, because we as readers knew that orihime was calling out to him, ichigo didn't."

The readers aren't the ones who bound Ichigo to Orihime's screams (especially not you, anon, since you keep insisting it had nothing to do with her lmao). Kubo did that. That's how he meant for this scene to be interpreted: that Ichigo was bound to Orihime's screams. But you're still here fighting against it for some reason lol.

Ichigo did know she was calling out to him. It was part of his internal monologue, as she's screaming, before he hollowfied. Whether the pronoun is there or not (because again, the pronoun for her doesn't *need* to be there to make it clear who he's talking about when she's clearly the only person screaming, placed directly next to a panel of him rising him up...) he could hear her voice. He could hear her calling him. He ruminated over ORIHIME'S screams and was bound to ONLY that purpose. Only her.

You can try to downplay it and remove her from the equation all you want, but it's impossible. It's impossible because she was the only one on her knees by his side when he died, the only one screaming, the only one whose voice he could hear, the only purpose he was bound to. The only one whose face is side by side with his as he speaks about protecting. The only one featured in a flashback to the crucial moment of her screaming, placed side by side with a panel of him about to rise up, confirming it was for her.

Try to crop her out of all the pages leading up to the moment Ichigo rises up and see how much is left. Try to make sense of him rising up because he can hear someone screaming, without her there...literally screaming. Try to erase her when she was the catalyst to it all.

And I guess at this point I just don't understand why that's so hard to believe? That Ichigo rose up from the dead for Orihime? Considering Kubo has confirmed that he planned the final chapter revealing the endgame couples after writing chapter ONE.

Is it really that difficult to fathom? That Kubo wrote Ichigo doing such a thing.....for his future wife? Considering Kubo *knew* they would be married in the end when he wrote the lust arc?

Honestly like, it's been seven years. What is the point of digging in your heels and shouting at clouds that scenes like this between Ichigo and Orihime were not romantic when their relationship was literally...planned out...to be romantic?

It's over, it's canon. You can either accept the high likelihood that you were misinterpreting Ichigo and Orihime's relationship from the way Kubo meant for it to be interpreted all along, or continue to rant in my inbox on anon. The choice is yours lol.

[revisitingfandoms]

Hello! I love your writing, but I have some questions, hope you dont mind ! ^^

The question is for - Idea Prompt 10- A soulmate by any other name would never be the same -

Questions

Does this take place in the Canon universe? Or another au like modern world or fantasy?

When will PV meet his soulmates? Does his other soulmates only have his name or other names?

Soooo the Beasts are chained up in the Silver Tree and are PV Familia soulmates, what would they do once they get out of the tree? First go to PV?

When White Lily turns into Dark Enchantress Cookie, does her name change?

Do I have your permission to make a fic related to this, but with a different twist of my own? (I will put credit).

What would happen if Elder Faire Cookie finds out who Pure Vanillas Familia soulmates are? (Its also kinda sad that PV parents are distancing themselves from him).

Hope this doesn't bother you

Alright- Before I get to this I’m just gonna say a few things.

Sorry I’ve kinda been on hiatus, burnout sucks

Work also sucks and takes up a good portion of time

College is college and classes are long and the homework is longer

But in other words- I’m back. So to get to your ask.

1) 

Prompt ten is based mainly off of the canon au- the snippet is just from PV and white lily’s younger years. And with the added bonus of soulmates, which certainly changes somethings around, but potato patato.

2)

PV meets his soulmates at diffing times. He meets white lily first (Same school and such), followed later down the line golden cheese during the aftermath of the sugarfree road followed by both hollyberry and dark cacao. He meets elder faerie same as in canon.

But compared to the beasts… well hes always kinda knew shadow milk on some level as the light of truth. But he formally meets him during the whole beast yeast expedition, followed by the rests of the beasts.

Now for that second bit- its complicated.

All Five of the beasts only have pure Vanilla as a soulmate, but they kinda had each others names tattooed in a sense onto one another during their years when they were virtues- but pure vanillas is by all sense, the only “natural” one.

Now with the ancients + Elder Faerie.

Dark Cacao has pure vanilla as romantic, dark choco, hollyberry, golden cheese and white lily is family. Hollyberry has Pure Vanilla and Pitaya as romantic, while royal berry, jungle berry, tiger lily, princess cookie, wildberry, dark cacao, white lily and golden cheese as family. Golden cheese has pure vanilla as romantic, while dark cacao and hollyberry are family and white lily as an enemy. White lily has pure vanilla as romantic, while red velvet, matcha, dark cacao, golden cheese and hollyberry as family, but she also has herself as enemy : )

Elder faerie has the beasts names as enemies, but pure vanilla and white lily as romantic. 

3)

Yep. And once they get out its kinda semi splintered. They kinda split up with mystic and shadow going for PV while the other three work to get beast yeast back under their control.

4)

And no white lily’s name doesn’t change, however red velvet and matcha do have her as dark enchantress cookie on their arms rather then white lily. : )

5)

Go right ahead! I am curious : P

6) 

Well, you can’t always choose who your soulmates are. Thats something Elder faerie understands. 

Doesn’t mean he’s gonna let it stop him from sealing the beasts away again.

[kitsunesakii]

A convo between Sasha and Micheal

Enjoy; :)

She watched him quietly, it might have been weird, the way she stared, but she doubted he cared. He was a moving piece of taffy. Drawn out in a long blur as he shifted from one side of the room to the other. His one hand moved in a silent melody, long fingers grasping at nothing and everything, fragmenting into his leg then out like a cloud. His other hand was pulled up too his teeth, sharp, white and twisting over his nails, the colors seemed to blend together

He was a fever dream on legs.

His hair flowed like cotton candy behind him, swallowing his entire back and twisting much further than the confines of the room would seem to suggest. He was angry, and Sasha was trying to understand why. He was in her front room. She had made him a cup of coffee that was sitting, cooling, on her table.

"Micheal"

He snapped so quickly in her direction she was sure he flickered. She didn't even flinch.

He looked at her for a long moment before giggling and looking at the coffee. "You made me a drink?"

"Yes"

He giggled again, his teeth sharper than usual. Clue one that he was on edge. "Well that's quite stupid, don't you think?"

"What happened?" She wasn't trying to teeter over the subject, she knew it was already going to take longer than normal just to get a cohesive string of thought out of him.

"I dont know what you are talking about."

What a lovely start.

Sasha shook her head and tried to think. That alone seemed harder with him in the same space. The tv static that ebbed into her ears and fogged her brain. She was almost used to it. It was useless to ask questions without a solid base. What would get on Micheal's nerves?

Her first thought was Jon. Actually it seemed to always be Jon. But she knew Micheal long enough to know that while he found Jon irritating, it was rare it got him this angry, to where his form blended in with the background and spiraled in place. Maybe something he specifically said? Jon definitely had a tendency to shove his foot in his mouth but even he had some decency for self preservation.

"Micheal, what did Jon say?" His smile was a crinkled sneer as he moved again, tipping the coffee until the liquid should have spilled over and onto her carpet. But the cup was empty and didn't seem to register the physicality of Micheal's fingers.

"What makes you think I talked to the archivist?"

"Just Jon, Micheal."

"Hmmm, perhaps."

"What did he say to you?"

"He said" the word strung out on his tongue. "He didn't." His words died on a growl.

Sasha stared at the spiral pupils in his eyes. "Ok" That was something. She wasn't even the least bit scared of him. Overall she was sure he was being dramatic, but with the way his entire visage seemed to flicker like a candle, she wasn't so sure. "What didn't he say then?"

"The archivist asks questions yet he understands nothing. The ceaseless watcher has no right digging around corridors without meaning." His voice had layered over into a gargled static and screamed at the end that caused Sasha to flinch ever so slightly.

"Yeah he tends to do that, you don't tend to mind, what changed?"

Micheal hummed and moved back to pacing. "Change is a lie."

"Don't start with this."

"A concept that you cling to yourself as a delightful rotted illusion."

"Micheal."

"If we were to identify what change could be. The door in the snow, a rock eroded to nothing. A person distorted like an echo." Sasha caught the sadness in his eyes. "Change is like a coat of paint. Colorful but it's a mask."

"Just because something changes doesn't mean it completely disappears."

He lost it. "My dear, I am nothing like that feeble foolish child led to the slaughter by the likes of her. Micheal was a damned fool! He followed her into my maw and changed, became me. But I assure you as I assured your new archivist, I am nothing - he is a fraction of what I am, a distortion in the tapestry I create." His nails scraped the walls as he went about himself, his words folding over themselves and flaking out into nothing.

Sasha stood to her feet and walked towards the distortion. She held out her arm and waited. He eye'd her for a moment before resting his hand in her palm. It was heavier than it should have been, the fingers draping over the edges.

"Did I hit a nerve?" She asked carefully.

He laughed again, his head tipping to rest on his shoulder. "I don't have any nerves."

"Ah yes, I must have forgotten." She chuckled and used her other hand to trace patterns in the skin. "I'm sorry that you had to.. Remember... Things you'd rather not."

He leaned over her, his hair cascading over the both of them as he hummed slightly. "The archivist does not deserve to understand."

"Maybe." Sasha started slowly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles, even though the bone pressed in a way it shouldn't. "Maybe, but he's not her . Jon might be hard to work with but he isn't a killer."

"You defend him." Micheal sighed.

"I'm not defending him, I'm defending you."

He giggled again. Leaning down enough to rest the tip of his forehead against her own.

"You defend me?"

"I don't want your anger to be your end."

"I cannot end. I do not have a beginning. I am nothing and everything. The shadow that the corner of the hall projects."

"Ok Micheal. But maybe take a break from him."

Another giggle. "You are jealous."

"Thank you for not phrasing that as a question, makes it easier to not answer."

His laughter was softer and set into the atmosphere around them like thick honey. Glitter maybe. Something you cannot get out of the carpet easily.

But Sasha loved the taste of honey and the glimmer of glitter.