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Your future spouse/partner: Pick a pile Tarot reading

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Pile one - Amethyst

Who are they?

This seems like someone who likes to be in control. There’s certain structure and order to things that they like to maintain and anything that happens that they didn’t anticipate they tend to panic but they also don’t like to show it. This need for control and power and staying stuck in a very masculine energy is from a need to work on their self-esteem. I think deep down they know they don’t “fit in” which is what makes them overcompensate in other areas of their life. They could mirror your energy a lot as well. Deep down they’re emotional beings and all they need is love and comfort, though again they might not say it out loud. they’re sensitive too but cover it up with a hard exterior. They may not like to show their emotions easily to others. They’re probably very creative and intelligent as well, though they may be hesitant to take any risks. They also value their solo time or are in desperate need for it. They probably have a lot to unleash creatively and may be working on it. Their feminine energy is begging to be released, to create some sort of balance and again they may be working on that right now. They’re very protective over people they love and might share a very close relationship with their mother or a maternal figure in their lives. In a relationship they’re receptive and nurturing and there’s a quiet tenderness to them that draws people in.

* Capricorn, Pisces and Virgo or Taurus might be significant placements

What the relationship will be like?

I think that this person might be used to surface level relationships because they’re so scared of opening up but with you there’s a sense of familiarity and it forces them the reckon with their old ways of thinking and communicating and overall how they go about their relationships. There might be some time for them to open up and share their feelings candidly with you but once they do, the flow of communication between you two will be loving and understanding. You’ll slowly bring them out of their shell. You’ll bring about a sense of balance in their lives and they probably will be able to show a lot more of their creative and sensitive side to you eventually because of the trust that’s been built between you two. They might initially want something casual or not that serious at first but because of the connection they feel with you, they’re going to be forced to face things they’ve been pushing away for a long time. It’s very tender and sweet between you two and your love language might be words of affirmation or acts of service

Pile two - Rose Quartz

Who are they?

They’re hard workers and very loyal but there’s a playful and passionate side to them as well. They’re the type of person that everyone is happy to be around and there’s a sense of childlike wonder to them that makes them intriguing. They could lowkey be players but they are very loyal once they’re in a relationship. They love to have fun and they could also be weird in an endearing way. I heard “match my freak” lol. They could be sensitive to other people’s energies and they don’t like seeing or making other people upset. They’re unconventional in a lot of ways. They’re intelligent and open minded though they could be moody sometimes. Especially if they get burnt out from work. They don’t get pissed off easily but once they do … they could be quite harsh with their words especially. The energy is delightful and quirky. They could be geeky as well.

* Gemini, Aries, Sagittarius and Libra energy coming through strongly.

What the relationship will be like?

Okay firstly words of affirmation might be a bit love language between the two of you. They value you. They could put you on a bit of a pedestal actually, lol. They’re very thoughtful as well and I heard that things are easy between you two right off the bat. Like conversations flow easily and banter. They’re soooo loving. Like they love to express their love to you and they find you hella attractive. They may think you’re out of their league. I’m picturing Leonard and penny from big bang theory. That might be a show you both love as well. You love to make each other laugh and the intimacy between you is otherworldly. They notice the small things about you and you both value each other. They may the first ones to say “I love you”

Pile three - opalite

Who are they?

They’re fiercely loyal and protective and they’ve been through a lot in the past. Lots of heartbreak that may have caused a sense of insecurity within them. But they love like no other. They’re protective and trustworthy and are big on building trust in a relationship first, no matter what kind of relationship it is. I sense that they might be spiritual as well.hard to grasp too much about them so they might be mysterious too. Their souls are beautiful and they might have gone through a major spiritual transformation or awakening recently. They might be working on healing their heart chakra due to the trauma from previous relationships that they’ve faced. But I get such a strong energy from them either way. Like when they love someone they love HARD.

*Leo energy is super strong in this reading as well as Libra and Gemini

What the relationship is like?

There’s so much of Leo energy here id be surprised if they didn’t have Leo placements of fifth house placements. This relationship is sooo supportive. You guys are each others biggest cheerleaders. I said “aww” so many times for this part of the reading. You make each other super happy and you’re both willing to work hard on the relationship. Like there’s mutual effort here and understanding. You might have manifested this person into your life. I heard “long time coming”. You may already feel this persons energy strongly. You have a way of helping each other through any anxieties or doubts easily. For some of you** there could be babies that come in very early and the relationship might move quite quickly. But it’s because there’s like no doubt about each at all. You both know you’re each others person right off the bat.

Pile four - Aquamarine

Who are they?

They’re very blunt lol. But they have a way with words. They’re extremely charming and intelligent. And they value family a lot. They’re highly intuitive too. They’re very self assured and they’re loyal too, to everyone they love. They’re very direct to people about how they feel and they may come across strange to some. But there’s still something super intriguing about them because their energy is very high vibrational. They might not like beating around the bush and are good at observing others. I feel like it would be hard to lie to this person too. Like they immediately pick up that you’re speaking shit lol. They’re very spiritual and creative. They could be big on being very healthy and like fitness freaks too. They’re the types to love studying even if they don’t always need it. They love learning about new things all the time and the way to their heart is probably through their minds first. They could have psychic abilities as well and can be hypersensitive. They’re very sure about what they want in their lives too.

Strong Gemini, Aquarius, Libra and Leo

What is the relationship like?

Pile four this might be your divine counterpart. The energy is very strong and this relationship is extremely important in your lives. They might have taken a while to come into your life and vice versa but patience is virtue! And trust me it’ll be worth it. They feel very lucky to have you in their life. They love you so unconditionally and you guys get a long like a house on fire. There’s beautiful energy flow between you two and you’re very supportive of each other. You accept each other wholeheartedly and I hear that it’s not something you’re used to. You might have been in very difficult relationships before. You two have a lot in common and can relate to each other in a lot of different ways. They expose you to new ways of loving and spirituality and sexuality. It might be scary to go into this relationship heart first but something about them makes both of you embrace the unfamiliar. Beautiful energy again. Air signs coming through strongly again.

[cyberspringroll]

i have no words to say like . i feel choked up just wanting to cry because !!!!!!! THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!

reading this honestly feels like watching a film, a scene in their family life, and my heart clenches at how it feels so real, so true, so domestic. i’ve always advocated for girl dad sylus ! like not just vibes or anything but his entire character just fits the aspect of fathering a girl, his treasure and his heart, that encapsulates both him and MC, even to the point of referring to her as a mirror of his very own beloved wife.

i love that there’s this air of experience in sylus, with all the years of raising his child with MC, that makes him so perfect as a father. he’s overprotective but at the same time allows his daughter to relish in her own independence. he doesn’t shackle her with his strictness nor let her off doing whatever the hell she wants. he respects her so much the same way he respects his wife and i LOVE THAT!! (esp the part where he doesn’t dictate what she wears and instead just provides her this reassurance of safety UEUEUEUEUE) you balanced his character as a father and as his own person so perfectly that every time i read, i make sure to read slowly, just delighting myself with how everything is so wonderfully written!!

i can’t count the many things in this fic that i absolutely love. the father-daughter banter (as well as the recounting of safety measures, which i wonder, how many times is done due to the child feeling exasperated with it, like all teenagers are 😆), the sweet dynamic and the love and adoration shared between sylus and MC, and of course, sylus feeling immensely grateful for having to receive every yes; his heart so full of love at the fact that this family, his family, exists and is within his reach, despite all the things that happened in the past. i cherish the idea of sylus experiencing all of this—a love and a home filled with the warmth of his wife and his daughter—because he deserves it so much. he has all the never ending wealth and power at his fingertips but no other treasure nor precious material can ever compare to the two people who nestled their selves so comfortably in his heart.

thank you so so much for writing this, for pouring your heart and your big brained thoughts in producing this lovely fic. i won’t ever get tired of saying thank you to writers like you who let us visualize and imagine this beautiful scenario of such an amazing character. thank you so so much!!

would gladly re-read this all over again. honestly.. no thoughts head empty just sylus being such a girl dad ❤️

Sylus Qin, Girl Dad | masterlist

I keep seeing discussions of what Sylus would be like as the father to a daughter. So here's my take: a short story about Sylus being a dad to a teenage daughter. You can't tell me he doesn't respect the hell out of her and give her everything she wants. Sylus x fem reader, sylus x mc.

The kitchen is dark, except for the warm glow from the fireplace and the faint light drifting in through the floor to ceiling windows—twin nocturnal cityscapes, Linkon CIty and the heart of the N109 Zone replacing starlight, the blood red moon bleeding into white here at the border between light and dark, law and chaos, your world and his, where you and he have built a home overlooking both of your territories.

He’s sipping a glass of wine, lounging in one of the overstuffed armchairs near the open hearth, the fire crackling pleasantly. He’s scrolling auction listings, plotting what to give you for your upcoming anniversary. Nothing is good enough. Nothing is ever good enough, for you, his beloved. Every year, he fights the same battle—finding the perfect gift that’s worthy of his wife. This year is your twentieth. He swirls the wine, inhales its rich scent. He appreciates the warmth it sends through him with each sip, scowls at the inferior, the common, the unacceptable offerings available in the highest echelons of the antique market.

His thoughts are interrupted by quiet footsteps echoing in the marble hallway beyond the open kitchen door.

“Tiger?” He speaks softly, but his voice sounds loud in the quiet kitchen—the chef and staff are long gone for the evening. The footsteps pause.

“You’re up?”

A voice like rich, slow honey. A mix of Sylus’s own deep tone and his kitten’s sweet, steel-reinforced notes.

“Clearly,” he laughs, low. “Going somewhere?”

Finally, the vision of beauty that never fails to hijack the breath in his lungs appears in the kitchen doorway.

Sometimes he can’t quite believe it—that you forgot him, that he hurt you so terribly, that you let him near again, and in the end accepted him, all over again. That you reached back to him, finally, and offered your hand in return for his. That you said yes, at every turn. Yes, he could kiss you. Yes, he could court you. Yes, he could make love to you. Yes, he could marry you.

Yes, it’s a girl.

Yes, he could help raise the daughter you made, together. With all of his flaws. All of the violence in his hands, in his horns, his tail—you were still willing to let him hold the little mewling infant, the army-crawling roly-poly, the toddling chaos monster.

He could attend soccer games, school plays, choir concerts. He squinted at video tutorials on how to make brownies, cupcakes, for bake sales.

“I can just buy the school and fund anything they need,” he grumbled, trying to fish yet another eggshell out of the gooey batter.

“No, you can’t. That’s not the point of a bake sale, Sylus,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head on his broad back. “And where is our spawn? She’s supposed to help you with this as part of the educational value of this whole circus.”

He leaned back, soaking in your warmth, savoring the press of your body against his. “She stuffed herself full of cookie dough and passed out. I put her to bed.”

In response, you slipped your hands under the Kiss the Cook, pink frilly apron he wore every time he cooked. A gift from the twins, trying to both pester and help their boss get smooches while in the kitchen.

“And why can’t I buy the damn school? This is utterly inefficient,” he groused, as you slipped your hand under the waistband of his comfortable pants. He groaned. “And if you’re not careful, kitten, I’m never going to finish these in time for tomorrow if you keep doing that.”

“Mmm, there go your claims of being able to multitask.”

“I’ll gladly admit that my powers of multitasking fail when your clever hands are involved, beloved,” he said, trying to turn in your arms.

“Oh well. Another time then.” You had squeezed, once, firmly, just to let him know what he was missing, before sliding your hands from his pants and striding from the room to the sound of his complaints about poor business practices, not delivering what you promise, how is he supposed to focus on the recipe instructions with this situation in his pants, the one you caused?

The years passed, stacked, spread, and you still say yes to him, every day, except when you’re deliberately trying to torment him. He never dreamt he could be so happy, for so long. His happiness only compounds, expands, fills his chest to the point of pain as he sees his daughter standing in the hallway.

She lifts an eyebrow. Meets his snark with her own in answer to his question of if she's going somewhere: “Clearly.”

He tries to suppress his smile, the pride washing through him. “And where are you going at this time of night, tiger?”

“Guess,” she says, and he has the strange feeling of looking in a mirror, and looking at you, all at once. Her eyes, rubies glittering in the firelight. The spill of her hair, just like yours. The snark—from him? From you? Not that it matters, because his daughter is also wholly herself.

He tilts his head, pretends to think. “Out with friends? Or one friend in particular?”

She hums, drifts into the room. Her scent smells like home to him, in a similar way to how yours does, ever since he found you again, all those years ago, while also being threaded through with distinctly different perfume, shower gel, hair product.

“Both,” she answers, and sits on the armrest of the chair he’s sitting in. She leans over, sniffs the wine in his hand. “Can I have a sip?”

“Why would I let you waste my wine, when the last time you tried it you said it tasted like depression juice,” he gripes, moving the wine glass away from her.

She pouts a little, shrugs. “You said it’s an acquired taste. How am I to acquire it if I don’t try it more than once?”

He sighs, indulges her. “One sip.”

She takes the glass by the stem, as he taught her, swirls it. Drinks. Scrunches her nose in an unbearably adorable way. “Nope, still shit.”

“You and your mother. Absolutely no refined palate,” he laments, enjoying how she just laughs at his feigned disappointment, just like you do.

She snorts. “I have a palate for actual yummy drinks.”

“And what do we do after each yummy drink, oh refined one?” he instructs in a way that makes her roll her eyes.

“A big glass of water. To ensure that I spend half the night waiting in line for the bathroom.”

“Maybe if you don’t want to spend half the night in the bathroom, drink less alcohol, tiger.”

“Yes, yes, thank you daddy.” She leans against him, rests her head on his shoulder, looks at his tablet. “Anniversary present?”

He grunts in affirmation.

“You know she’s just happy to spend time with you. You don’t need to outdo yourself, every year.”

“Just because she’s satisfied with the bare minimum, doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve the universe served on a platter.”

“She says the same about you. You’re both gross,” she laughs.

“Take notes, tiger. Never settle for anyone who doesn’t treat you as well as I treat your mother.”

“Ah, yes, and should I take notes on your pride and arrogance, too, daddy?”

He smirks at his heart leaning against his shoulder. He had no idea his heart was so big, that it could encompass both you, and another whole other person, until his little girl came along. Along with the all-encompassing love, comes the terror. His heart, walking around in two different bodies, out in the world. Yours. His daughter’s. “If it helps. You’re your mother’s daughter—you’re entitled to be as arrogant as you like, treasure.”

“Noted.” Her tone is long-suffering, but pleased. “Can I go now?”

“Is that what you’re wearing?” He flicks a gaze to her short skirt, knee-high boots. The black and red corset cinching her lovely frame.

She sits up, kisses his cheek. “Yes. Problem?”

He sighs. “You know what you’re doing. Where people are looking, when you’re dressed like that.”

She sniffs, looks bored. “Good thing I don’t wear it for anyone else, but for me. They can look all they like.”

He understands dressing to one’s own tastes. To standing out, being the center of attention based on flashy apparel. “You know what to do, if anyone does anything that makes you uncomfortable? Including your particular friend?”

She rolls her eyes again. “Tell them to stop.”

“And if they don’t?” He suppresses the murderous rage at the very idea that someone would disrespect his daughter in such a way.

“Explode their balls with my evol,” she intones, having endured this conversation with her overprotective father more times than she can count.

“And then?” he prompts, pleased.

“Call you, Uncle Aidan, Uncle Luke, and Uncle Kieran,” she sing-songs, getting to her feet. Getting ready to make her escape.

“And if the cops show up before your uncles, or me?”

“I will not answer any questions without my attorney present,” she mocks her father’s deep voice, his bored rhythm of speech.

“And you’ll keep your phone on at all times?”

“Yes, daddy,” she humors him. “And if I do anything that I know will piss you off or scare mama, I’ll still call you to come save me, and you promise you won’t be mad at me.”

“Oh, I’ll be mad, but you’re still just a kid, it would be absurd for us to expect you never to make a mistake.” He suppresses another smile at her scowl. She looks so much like you, sometimes. It hurts his heart, in the best possible way. “Your safety is more important than anything else. We can always discuss consequences later.”

“Okay, okay. I promise to call you even if I know you’re going to be unhappy. Can I go now?”

He looks at her, memorizes her face, the curve of her cheek, admires the intelligence, the humor in her bright, sparkling eyes. It scares the shit out of him, every time she walks out of his sight. He wants to protect her, in the same way he still wants to protect you, from the entire weight of the cruel universe, from all the vagaries of foul humanity. But he read that it’s important for teenagers to feel that their parents trust them, to try out what it feels like to be independent, with a safety net waiting below. He’ll tolerate the terror, for the sake of his precious daughter. With safety measures in place, of course.

“Have fun, treasure.” He releases her, watches as she walks with the defiant confidence of a teenager to the door, secure in her knowledge that she’s already all grown up, that she’s older beyond her years, that her parents just worry too much. His heart feels like it’s going to burst in his chest when she turns, smiles at him.

“Love you, daddy.” 

And then she’s gone, not waiting for his answer, because she already knows. One thing he has done right, in all of his lifetimes—one sin he will never commit. His daughter has never, ever had a reason to question how much he adores her.

He sips his wine. Turns his gaze toward the window, sees his own reflection in the glass. His own reflection, with his eyes that are no longer just his own, but the eyes of his daughter looking back at him.

“You vetted her new guy, right?” The voice of Sylus’s beloved interrupts his thoughts. He turns, sees you pointing at your own right eye, ensuring that her husband had ransacked the depths of her daughter’s suitor’s soul before letting her out the door tonight.

He smirks. “I might have paid a visit to his part time job when she first mentioned him."

“And he’s okay?” You stride over to him, slip into his lap. Take the wine glass from his hand, sip. Because you know that everything of his, is yours, and always has been. He wraps his arms around your waist, inhales the scent of your skin, your lovely hair.

“He’s a good kid,” he admits. “Not good enough for her. But good enough for her to toy with, if she likes.”

“And the app on her phone?” You ignore his cynicism, intent on ensuring that all precautions are in place. You worry about your daughter, as much as he does. Your daughter has no idea, however, that you’re the scary one out of her two parents. If someone dares fuck with your baby girl, they’ll have to face her mother’s wrath. Sylus would just kill them—quietly, efficiently. Problem solved. 

You would take your time with them.

He loves you so fucking much.

Which is why he instructs his daughter to call him and her uncles, and not you. Sylus is a practical man. There is simply no need to have to break his beloved out of jail for the gruesome murder of some handsy asshole when Sylus can make a corpse disappear with the snap of his fingers.

“Tracking as we speak,” he assures you.

“And the twins?”

“Already on their way to remain at a discrete distance on standby in case she calls.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, finally satisfied. You rest your head where his daughter just rested hers. What use are such wide, strong shoulders, after all, if not for cushioning the precious head of his beloved and his treasured child?

“No, thank you” He’s suddenly overwhelmed with the size of his gratitude. “For doing all the hard work. Making her. Raising her to carry your goodness inside her. For saying yes.”

You just laugh a little at his uncharacteristic speech. Lift your head. “You were very persuasive, in the end. You can thank yourself, for making me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”

“And what offer was that, beloved?”

“You,” you sigh. “Everything that you are, and ever will be.”

He sniffs. “You were always a poor negotiator, compared to the swindlers in the N109 Zone. Seems like I got the better end of the deal.”

You roll your eyes, and he sees his daughter in your face. “For someone with such a good eye for fine things, you’ve never been able to see the value in the mirror,” you tease. “But that’s all right. You’re arrogant enough already.” You’ll never understand how Sylus has always managed to be so proud, arrogant, and yet so vulnerable at the same time. 

You love him so much, for all of his complexity.

He takes the wine glass from you. Sets it next to the armchair.

“With our treasure out of the house, we’re alone right now,” he whispers into your ear. You shiver. After all these years, his voice still sends excitement along your skin, your spine. “How about I remind you why I’m so arrogant, until she gets home?”

You turn your head, kiss him softly. His lips are still so soft. He tastes like warm wine, like home. “Another offer I can’t refuse.”

He doesn’t need any other answer as he lifts you in his arms, carries you down the long marble halls, lays you down on the big bed you share.

He makes good on his offer. Sylus has always kept his word, from the very beginning, after all.

You daughter makes it home just fine later that night, as you're sleeping soundly. As Sylus reads a book next to you, one hand drifting absentmindedly up and down your bare back, waiting up for her footsteps. He experiences relief, a restored sense of wholeness when he hears them echoing down the hall.

No homicide necessary.

[tojisth3rdwife]

JJK men as content creators

Toji: very unserious fitness vlogger/foodie

Toji was no stranger to exploitation for financial gain. Nor did he have any shame over it. The idea to start making content stemmed from people approaching him in the gym for advice after seeing his impressive physique.

He wasn't much of a talker, although his dry sense of humor became his trademark along with his abs, so the majority of Toji’s content consisted of workout and nutrition advice. None of it he recommended anyone do since he wasn't a professional, stating that if it didn't work for you, don't go blaming him for it. One of his most popular segments was when he went to different restaurants in the area for food reviews on his cheat days. When owners noticed how a position review from him brought in a lot of business, they stopped charging him meals if he ever returned. And we all know how much Toji loved that.

"Alright, listen up. You want results? It’s not about fancy machines or trendy diets. It’s about putting in the work and pushing your limits. No shortcuts. Just grit and grind. Today, we’re hitting those weights hard and showing those excuses the door. Let’s get it."

Nanami : cooking/ASMR

Upon first impressions, one would think Kento wasn't the type of person who uses social media. He had Facebook like most millennials and has an Instagram but barely uses it. He wasn't the type to share his life with the world in that way and found the concept too invasive and troublesome for him to be bothered with. “What the point of telling strangers what I'm doing? I have no interest in what anyone else does.” he’d say.

But one day after allowing one of the teachers at Jujutsu High to try one of his homemade baked creations, it was suggested that he had his cooking show. Noting that he has the wholesome ‘husband/boyfriend’ aesthetic going for him, as well as a voice that sounded like a hug from behind after a long day at work. Kento started his channel slowly walking viewers through his favorite recipes , as well as some new ones he’d been meaning to try, while speaking gently into a highly sensitive mic that added an ASMR element to every video.

He doesn't show his face, feeling the anonymity made him most comfortable to be himself, but the way his audience swooned over the fixed view of him in his button-up and apron with the sleeves rolled up his veiny forearms, or his deft hands/fingers as he used a knife or kneaded dough.

Kento earned himself a whopping 400k subscribers in less than a year.

"Welcome back, everyone. Today, we're going to create something simple yet satisfying. Just listen to the gentle sound of the flour as it sifts through my fingers... The perfect blend of precision and comfort. Let’s start our journey into baking together, one soft whisper at a time."

Geto - podcast bro , the toxic kind

We all know with the global pandemic came the need for creative streams of income. Especially via social media. With somewhat of a platform of his own, being a cult leader and all, Suguru was approached by his daughters with the idea to reach more people by starting a podcast. Skeptical at first, Geto wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea of getting in front of a camera just to talk for an hour.

But with his dashing good looks, easygoing personality, and controversial views, it was no surprise that he amassed such a fanbase overnight. His show consisted of him tackling hard subjects, discussing world news, and hot topics, reading fan mail, and offering his candor, as well as having the occasional guest that may or may not know what they got themselves into.

"Welcome back to the show, everyone. Today, we’re diving deep into the topics no one wants to touch..the uncomfortable truths and the gray areas that challenge our perceptions. Let’s be real: society loves to paint everything in black and white, but the reality is far more complex. So, buckle up as we unpack some hard-hitting ideas that might just make you rethink everything. And remember, if you can’t handle the heat, youre probably a monkey."

Gojo- vlogger, travel, fashion, aesthetic, hauls.

Being someone who comes from money, old money at that, Satoru has access to more cash than he knows what to do with. So it's no surprise that outside of work( and sometimes for work), he spends his days traveling and shopping.

Vlogging came easily for him since he enjoyed talking about himself so much anyway, and with an audience so invested in his daily life, Satoru recorded everything. Him waking up. His skin/hair routine. What he ate in a day. Going on missions. Comedic skits with some of the first years who would participate. Travel vlogs and clothing hauls. There was a little bit of something for everyone on his page.

“Whats good my faves, its ya boy Satoru..back at again with another clothing haul. Im fresh off the plane from when I was Paris for fashion week, link to that vlog in the top right hand corner, and man am I jet lagged. But I wanted to show you all what I brought back while I have the time..”

Megumi- gamer/streamer on twitch.

After a talk with Gojo about him needing to find things to do outside of trying to advance as a sorcerer, Megumi picked up video games as a hobby. He was gifted a gaming PC and a PS5 by his mentor and began playing to blow off some steam after training. When he was injured after a mission, Megumi had not much else to do. Yuji was the one who suggested he stream on Twitch after watching him beat an entire game that took most people days in one night, praising him on his skills and suggesting letting others watch him play too.

After a while, his obsessive need to be good at everything he tries turned into him becoming one of the top-watched gamers. His dry personality and snide comments made for entertaining dialogue during game play and he often would give his critique on the game once he’d beaten them. He’d even get chances to be a beta player for unreleased game demos.

“The graphics were ok. Combat mode is a little glitchy but overall it’s a decent game. If this is just the demo, I’m interested in what they’ll do for the full game release. Otherwise I gave it a 7 out of 10.”

Sukuna- reactions

This started as a joke when his nephew wanted him to react to some viral trend and while the king of curses was rarely impressed, his archaic way of expressing himself was what made people most interested in his opinions.

Sukuna began a series of reactions where he sat upon his throne, gazing at the camera with all four eyes blazing with contempt and boredom as he watched viewer recommendations. Those ‘try not to laugh’ challenges were his most viewed.

If something managed to make him smirk or even chuckle, he gave it 4 thumbs up and would congratulate the OP for their talents in entertainment. Majority of his audience was comprised of women between the ages of 25 and 40. He acts like he has no clue why.

"This is, without a doubt, the most extravagant display of foolishness I've ever witnessed in my life. Yet, I recognize that many humans find cats charming and entertaining, so I suppose this video could be seen that way. Regardless, it's utterly pathetic. On to the next video..."

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Suno’s dining hall was like no other on campus. It was tucket away from the usual hustle and bustle of campus life. It was close to your building and it was the kind of place where people came to work, study or just enjoy a coffee with friends, the hum of muted conversations and clatter of coffee cups providing a comforting background noise. 

As you enter, you find an empty spot for you to sit. Your lat class finished early today with Professor Ukai wanting to end a few minutes early. Professor Ukai was your favourite among all of your professors and even though not everybody like his way of teaching, you always found his honesty and view of the world interesting. 

While waiting for Tsukishima you started to get more nervous and anxious about this lie of yours. There was no way that his friends wouldn’t notice that you were lying to their faces but, for some reason, you didn’t want to step out of his plan. You needed the social interaction, as pathetic as it sounded.

You saw Tsukishima enter the dining hall with a big gym bag on his back and he looked around, waving as soon as he spotted you, making his way towards your table. He left his gym bag on one of the free chairs.

“Sorry, I tried to leave practice a bit early. Have you been here long?”

“No,  just arrived.” You answered, smiling. “I still haven’t picked up a drink.”

“I’ll get it for you, what do you like?”

“Could I get a green tea?”

Tsukishima gave you a thumbs up, making his way towards the beverage table, where he started heating up some water for you as well as filling up his water bottle, taking big glups of it. Tsukishima was attractive, he was tall and had broad shoulders and he seemed to be very well-fit. You coughed, moving your eyes away from him, focusing on the other students that were there enjoying a snack or working on their laptops. 

“Here you go.” Tsukishima placed a steaming mug of tea in front of you and you muttered a quick thank you as he sat down. 

“Alright,” he said, setting his water bottle down. “I feel like we need to set some ground rules if we’re going to pull this off.”

You nodded, the warmth of the cup heating up your hands. “Yes. I don’t want to be caught on the first night.”

Tsukisima smiled. “Okay, I thought that the story could be pretty easy. As I said, we are neighbours, which makes everything easy. We met once, starting talking and just decided to go on a date a few weeks after we met each other.”

“Well, Yamaguchi knows who I am and how long I have been living there, so…” You said. “If we say we went o a date a few weeks after meeting, we would have been together for almost a year, don’t you think?”

“You are right.” Tsukishima nods. “After summer, maybe? They’ll believe me if I say we kept in contact through text. Talked during summer and took you on a date after being back from break. September.”

“That’s okay, it seems normal enough.” You answered. “About physical….?”

Tsukishima clears his throat and nods again. “I… Well… If we are going to act as a couple we should at least be comfortable enough to look… convincing, I guess?” You look at him, sipping on your tea. “I’m not big on PDA at all and my friends should know this by now, so I think the only thing they wouldn’t find weird is hand-holding.”

“That’s fine by me.” You replied. “Something else?”

“Nicknames?”

“Uh….” You think of the last lovey nickname you had and you start tapping your foot nervously. “No, I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, same.Simple is better. Although… All my friends call me Kei or Tsukki so… I think you calling me Tsukishima would be weird.” he said, adjusting his glasses. 

“Oh, okay. I’ll call you Tsukki.”

Tsukishima looks at you for just a second and takes a sip from his water bottle. “I may need to know some basic things about you, just i ncase.”

“Oh, yeah. I don’t any of your friends interrogating me about you and literally not knowing anything.” You laugh. “I need to know some things as well, like your birthday, your favourite food, if you play any sport…”

“Volleyball.”

You heart skips a beat at that.

“Volleyball?”

“Yeah, I’ve been playing with my friends since high school. I don’t aim to win things but I enjoy it a lot and I’m a part of the university team.”

“Oh.”

“And you?”

“I…” You think about the times you spent learning that same sport with your friends, all of them teaching you how to jump and hit the ball. You think about the times where he would pick you up and help you hit a ball, the times where he would take you to watch games or when you would hold him after everything in his mind was doubt after doubt about his career and decisions. “I don’t play any sport.” 

“Volleyball is fun.” Kei adds, smiling. “Are you a part of any club?”

“I write for the university paper and the newsletter, which no one reads but I guess it improves my skills for the future.” 

“Well, I’ll start reading it now.”

You smile for a second and finish your tea. Kei looks at you and takes his phone out of his pocket.

“This… It may be weird but I told Yamaguchi about us yesterday and he was really excited that he starting telling the groupchat about you and they… Well, they asked for a picture of you.”

“Oh.” You started to get a bit insecure about your looks for a second, you weren’t wearing the best clothes and you usually went to class without any makeup. “I don’t really good right now.”

“I think you look really nice.” Kei answers quickly and he looks at you. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Maybe I could use one from Instagram or something.”

“No, that’s fine.” You fix your hair for a second and smile. “Take the picture.”

Kei opens his phone camera and snaps a few photos of you and shows them, letting you choose the one you’d prefer people seeing before Kei sends it to his friends’ groupchat.

“I’ll show you a photo of them if you want. That way, you¡ll know something about them before meeting them.”

“When am I…?”

“Tanaka is throwing a small get-together at his apartment tomorrow night if you’d like to come. We usually play boardgames, videogams or watch a movie and drink.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Sounds fun.”

Kei smiles, moving his chair closer to yours. “I’ll pick you tomorrow at seven then.”

You nod, letting Kei sit down next to you, arms brushing together as he shows you a picture of his friends.

“I can’t believe you.” You turn, spoon on your mouth, looking at your roommate Yachi Hitoka, sending you a death glare. Your eyes widen, confused and you close the ice-cream lid. “I can’t believe I have to hear from Yamaguchi that Tsukishima and you are being all lovey-dovey.”

Well, being lovey-dovey isn’t what you would call it, but… You take the spoon out of your mouth and think about what you are going to say. You also need to lie to her, Hitoka is a really baaaaaaad liar and she’s not one to keep secrets. “It’s a new thing, really.”

Her death glare turns into an excited smile and she gets closer to you, moving your shoulders as she laughs. “I can’t believe it! How long?”

“Septemeber, I guess. We were talking a lot during summer so…”

“Girl, I can’t believe you kept this from me.” She says. “I’m really happy for you. You guys make a really cute couple!”

“You think so?” You ask, confused. “We haven’t been together for long…”

“(Y/N), I’ve thought about it for quite some time now. I started thinking about it one time we were all in the elevator and you were giving them their mail. Tsukishima was looking at you really weird. Now I understand that it was all loveeeeee.”

You laugh and shake your head, cleaning the dirty spoon and putting the ice-cream back into the freezer. You feel a bit bad for lying but on the other hand… 

“Do you…” You interrupt her and the petite girls looks at you. “Do you want to help me with an outfit? I’m meeting his friends in like two hours.”

Without answering, Hitoka runs to your room and opens your closet, taking all the majority of your clothes out and putting some music on her phone.

“Sit down, I’m calling reinforcements.”

Tsukishima fixes his hair and picks up his wallet and jacket, but before he can open the door, Yamaguchi runs to the door and closes it.

“We need to talk about two things. First of all, are you nervous? Second of all, were you going to leave without me? We are going to the same place!”

“Why would I be nervous?”

“Because you are introducing all of your friends to the girlfriend we discovered you had literally two days ago. It’s a big step.”

“Well…” The truth was that Tsukishima was indeed nervous. He hated not knowing if he was going to be caught in his lie or if you would be too overwhelmed to continue with the arrangement. “Not really. She’s cool.”

“I know she’s cool but this is the first “girlfriend” you’re introducing.”

“That’s fine. Everything will be fine.” Tsukishima opens the door again. “And I don’t want to leave you alone but I want to spend some time with (Y/N) before we go to Tanaka’s apartment.”

“Oh. Ohhhhhh.” Yamaguchi smirks, pushing Tsukishima out the door. “Enjoy, champ.”

Before Tsukishima can respond, Yamaguchi closes the door on his face and he just sighs. He walks down the hall and knock on the door of your apartment, leaning away from the door as it opens. “Hey, I–” Tsukishima looks at the door number and confused, looks back at the girl in front of him which isn’t Yachi nor you. “Sorry, I–”

“You are in the right apartment, sorry!” The girls leans away from the door and Tsukishima notices, at least, 5 other girls looking in his direction. “We are just having a small gathering while (Y/N) gets ready. You are Tsukishima, right?”

“Right…”

“I’m Yuki Tsumoni.” Tsukishima hesitates, wondering if he should wait for you outside but Yuki pushes right inside and the other girls wave, making their way towards him. They start saying their names but he can't bother to remember them. 

Yuki leads him to the living room–a small place filled up with decorations and trinkets collected by you and Hitoka during this past year, a black coffee table and some bookshelves.

“(Y/N) is almost ready.”

“Okay.”

Just seconds after the girls surround him and start asking him questions (“Oh my God, you’re so tall, how tall are you?” “How long have you guys been dating?” “Where are you from?”), you make your way towards the living room. Tsukishima looks at your outfit, you are wearing a long green sweater and some denim skirt with boots. His eyes move up to your face, noticing the light make-up and your hair up in a ponytail.

“Hi, sorry, I–”

“Not a problem. Shall we go?”

Tsukishima moves away from the girls, who are looking at both of them as if waiting for something. You smile at him and make your way towards the door, saying goodbye and Tsukishima grabs your hand, looking back at the girls, whose eyes are focusing on the way his hand engulfed yours.

You pray he doesn’t notice your gasp of surprise.

[akutasoda]

my silence is my cowardice

prompt - words left unsaid

including - boothill

warnings - gn!reader, slight fluff, angst no comfort, wc - 855

a/n: req by the lovely icarus ( @fxngtasy / @rusted-pride ) <3 -> "if the new years reqs are still open,,,, perchance,,,z, perhaps,,,,,,,,, boothill,,,,,,,? mayhaps? no pressure of course tho if theyve all filled up ^u^ he just seems like he might fit w some of the prompts"

boothill was never one for sentiments.

he wasn't even someone who was good with words, so holding a sentiment was rather out of the galaxy rangers field.

perhaps it was due to the fact that he was a galaxy ranger - they didn't exactly live the most social lifestyles. or maybe it was due to the fact that bounty hunting wasn't a job for those who liked to socialise and spend time with people.

but whatever it was, boothill was perfectly comfortable with drifting through the cosmo's on his own. when he had a goal in mind and knew how to achieve it, that was his priority. finding the scum who ruined his life was always going to be his priority until he completed it.

he never really thought that he'd have anyone else in his life that he cared about more than his late family. staying in one place was an impossible occurrence and so he never developed deeper bonds with people than a friendly face value - he knew some other galaxy rangers and were quite well acquainted with them, but that wasn't exactly the same.

and yet here you were.

boothill had stayed a bit too long on the current planet and became quite well acquainted with you, the local who had accommodated him and even helped him with finding his way around.

and even with what little actual time he had spent in your company, he'd grown very fond of your presence. so much so that it was still quite a shock to him just how much you'd grown on him.

boothill could even be attributed to still being in denial that you'd grown on him so much. but the truth was there.

and it was evident by many different factors. namely that boothill longed for presence, everytime you weren't near he found himself wondering what you could be doing or how long it would be before he saw you again.

frankly, it was quite unbecoming of him.

boothill didn't like it one bit. it wasn't like him to care this much about someone else, especially one who he hadn't known for that long and so, it scared him.

everytime he caught himself feeling any kind of positive emotion toward you, he caught himself and near forced himself to snap out of it. he couldn't afford to form attachments to people - and even if he could, he didn't know how and the constant fear of losing the ones he loved was a constant nagging in the back of his mind.

afterall, you can't lose what you can't have.

“are you sure we can't meet again or keep in contact?” you poised, staring at the cowboy as he prepared to make his departure

he let out a low chuckle and shook his head.

but he was lying, and saying it through his teeth would've made him feel worse about it. boothill could always visit you or even give you his contact but he couldn't bring himself to do either.

he desperately wanted to, but he had to hold himself back.

so he stayed silent - it seemed cold and much too distant to still be the man you'd known before. boothill feared that if he allowed himself to speak, he would not be able to depart and leave you behind. that he would start getting his feelings off his chest and establish his desired attachment to you.

but it was best for him to stay quiet. he wasn't ever good with words anyway.

he'd been close to people before to know what happens when they get ripped away from him. his entire world gone up in flames within seconds. having people to care about never ended well for him.

and it certainly wouldn't now either. he couldn't go through that again.

some may call it the coward's way out, himself included, but boothill bid his farewell with as little words as he possibly could and prepared himself to go about his life as usual, before he'd met you. but you could tell something was off and boothill could see it on your face.

it pained him, you clearly showed care and concern for him and yet here he was treating you like someone he'd hunt down. he closed his eyes and sucked in a harsh breath.

boothill left without another word or even glance in your direction.

a harsh farewell to someone he cared about deeply but couldn't face to stay around anymore.

he really was a coward.

[midnightwinterhawk]

#personally i feel like stiles can be a comedy relief duo with literally just about anyone else#because that's the face stiles presents and everybody believes it except peter#peter is the only one that doesn't fit that dynamic because he's the only one who's always taken stiles seriously#like from the very beginning there was already respect there because he looked at stiles and thought this boy is dangerous#and honestly he was the only one who saw that from the get-go#like yes they had some funny moments but that's not what you call comic relief#that was two people with the same kind of sarcastic why-am-i-surrounded-by-idiots humour slotting together#probably a little too comfortably for even them to accept#because both of them had grown up as outcasts who never thought they'd ever meet someone who could understand them so well @stetervault leaving some good takes in the tags

I saw someone refer to Steter as a comedy relief duo earlier and it just completely sent me, because that's just... so far from what Steter is, in canon?

As I'm currently rewatching the show, it has shot up into being my favorite ship on the show because of the gravitas it has.

It's a ship that highlights Stiles' fearlessness in such intriguing ways, in canon. From the boy who yelled at a feral Alpha in the school, to their first face to face meeting at the school, when Peter recognizes him, knows him, acknowledges him ("You must be Stiles", as though Stiles' reputation as the one who figures things out proceeds him, as he is the first one to put together that Peter is the Alpha).

There's nothing comedic about the scene on the lacrosse field, when Stiles is kneelng beside Lydia's unconscious form and Peter... for reasons beyond comprehension... decides to curl his claws beneath Stiles' chin and guide him up. Not grab him by the arm and haul him up, not command him, not demand.

This is... sensual, filled with tension, and I don't even necessarily mean the sexual tension (even though the imagery of Stiles kneeling before Peter and Peter grasping his chin is something that I find hard to not see a sexual read on).

Peter kidnaps Stiles into the parking garage to force the boy to track down Derek and, sure, the "His username is Allison? His password is also Allison?" - "Still want him in your pack?" is absolutely iconic and is comedic... how do you boil that entire exchange down to "comedy relief"?

The way Peter offers Stiles the bite - Peter, who so far, only took whatever he wanted, never asked or offered - and doesn't force when Stiles says "No". Even the way Peter catches Stiles on the lie is a moment of tension and revelation on Stiles' part. The way Peter acknowledges Stiles as the clever one.

The season 1 finale? When Stiles sets the survivor of a horrific house fire on fire? Absolute riot, huh. It's vicious, it's cruel - it's everything.

And when Peter is resurrected? Sure, Stiles sarcastically asks if someone can kill him again and sure, Peter snarks about living in a cave system. But even in that episode, these brief comedic moments are absolutely overshadowed by the way Peter and Stiles work together, figure out what the vault is made of, then call Scott to warn him and Derek, by finishing each other's sentences. Two brilliant minds working together, on the same wavelength.

The next time they interact is when Peter tells Stiles about Paige, explains what the blue eyes mean. It's one of the more heavy and serious moments in the season, aside from all the death scenes. It's a big lore drop and character background on both Peter and Derek. And it's Stiles this information is shared with. It's a serious moment and even as Peter tells it all, Stiles doesn't trust, sees past the silver tongue and that too is part of the appeal.

When Peter and Stiles work together to save Cora's life in the hospital, while the Alpha Pack is hunting them down? Blind trust. Stiles asks Peter to help him and Peter doesn't even ask, much less quip, he just follows Stiles' lead and they work together.

Now, I'll admit, I haven't seen seasons 3B through 6 in six years and hey, maybe they'll be a real Abbott and Costello in season 4 and I'm just not remembering it, but damn it all to hell if the first half of the show doesn't present them as two clever minds challenging each other, with a growth from terror and pain to respect and teamwork.

I understand and respect not liking a ship, but I am genuinely baffled when people deliberately misinterpret a canon to suit their needs. Always makes me wonder what alternate reality's version of the show they were watching, surely not the same as me.

[windvexer]

Hello Chicken!!!

I'm planning on doing a little charm on a toy from my cats, because I'm going to travel for a while, so the idea would be that the toy is charmed to give them a feeling of love/happiness and comfort while I'm away (there will be people who loves them here with them but I am the favorite 💅)

So my idea was taking this little rat toy that has this hole you can open to put catnip and close. And then I would take some leaves of the catnip plant from my garden and ask the catnip to help my spell and give feelings of happiness/love to my cats. Then I would hold it and also empower with my own energy of love and comfort.

And to end I wanted to say a little charm before I seal by giving a kiss on the toy.

The problem I'm having is the writing of the charm. I'm trying to use this formart you teached in one of your posts :

"Name the influencing powers/energies. State what you want them to do. Describe how your will becomes manifest. Affirm that your will shall be done. Close/seal charm"

And my dificult here is in the part of naming the influencing powers. I'm still a beginner so I don't really have a particular deity or power I'm used to call. In your post you gave an example calling the sun and the moon. Do you think I could use that or should I look for something more especific to the intent of the spell? Like something related to love for example. This is a doubt I also have in other charms, like can sources more general like the sun be used for a bunch of different purposes or should I always look for something more especific?

Hello,

I believe in this case, the influencing powers would be the Catnip itself!

The Moon is often considered to be a good friend to witches and may be called upon generally - I don't know what astrologers would have to say about that.

Borrow some of my cosmology, if you like:

The physical plant matter we use is a correspondence. One way to frame this is that such-and-such ingredient of witchcraft is so harmonized with something else that it can become that thing.

Can become that thing, that's a pivotal word.

What things the plant corresponds with are usually taken to be concepts; love, joy, truth, suspicion, wealth, dreams, and so forth.

However, if this alone were true, then I think it would imply that the correspondences of witchcraft are empty vessels, like cookie-cutters, which can only function to shape external energy.

Therefore, Catnip has the shape of cat-joy-love, but in order for it to "work," it has to be filled with external power, just like a mold remains inert until resin is poured into it.

But I believe this is not true! Such a picture is incomplete.

Not only is Catnip so harmonized with cat-joy-love that it can become cat-joy-love, but Catnip also corresponds with other very important things: a wide variety of nature spirits and gods.

I believe that when you hold some physical plant matter, it corresponds with concepts (love, beauty, happiness) but also with:

the individual plant it was harvested from (the parent plant; your potted catnip)

land from which the parent plant grew

the archetype or grandparent spirit (Catnip)

*nearby spirits, gods, and powers with overlapping domains or interests (e.g., those powers also correspond with love, beauty, and happiness, and may be roused whenever these concepts are evoked)

(*This gets kind of loosey goosey so I shan't discuss it further)

What we're really after is the archetype or grandparent spirit, another word for which I believe is demigod.

There are many millions of gods, and Catnip is one of them. It's a living spirit of great power who rules over all of its children, both an active force of nature and well acquainted with the lives and needs of humankind.

It's not one of the Celestial Governers you necessarily need, nor a big fancy guy like Hera or Isis. It can be Catnip itself who is the power you call on.

And, we can also consider the fact of fitting power into vessels. An ill-fitting vessel can have trouble holding onto and pouring out desired powers, like trying to use a teapot to pour ketchup.

But Catnip corresponds perfectly to catnip; catnip is not only an extremely strong link to Catnip, but it's also the perfect vessel to hold Catnip. I defy you to find a better vessel for Catnip than catnip.

So when you say you're having trouble determining the best powers to call for what situations, I encourage you to look at what's sitting in front of you.

Fire fits well into candle-flame. Air and Smoke fit excellently into incense. Honey into honey, Basil into basil, Rice into rice, Money into money.

Many happy gods who love humans are sitting in the pantry, just the right size and shape to fall whole into our world with no edges snipped off just to make them fit.

And after all, why not call on them? They would not be in the pantry if they weren't fond of us.

[girlwithadragonheart]

Vi Et Animo (With Heart and Soul)

1 ~ Wheel of Fortune, Reversed

Vander x Fem!Reader

Summary: The transition from living in Piltover to being cast to the Undercity is not a smooth one. Will anyone help you, or is it up to you to learn how to survive?

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Swearing, description of injury, mentions of blood, lots of fighting, thievery, description of starving, strong feelings of helplessness and desperation, hurt/comfort kinda

A/N: Guys I have been working on this for three days, and I plan to make this a series :3

Arcane Masterlist Part 2(wip)

Bad luck. Misfortune. Unforeseen setback. Disappointment. Mishap.

When the Wheel of Fortune is reversed, your luck and fortune may take a turn for the worst. You may experience unexpected change or negative forces could be at play, leaving you helpless. Change is inevitable. It’s up to you to decide what you do with it.

Changing your destiny starts with accepting responsibility for where you are now.

Scraped hands with bloody knees, your body ached and burned. Tears flooded your eyes as you fought to breathe. The bag that had been carelessly thrown over your shoulder sat in the dirt and ash of the half paved road. Your fists clenched against the rough road, and your chest tightened as you let out a guttural scream that sent rats skittering away and half-forgotten people drifting to the shadows.

The ground beneath you shook, rocks and pebbles rattling as your agony rang through the streets. A ragged sob broke past your lips.

What a cruel hand the cards had dealt you this time.

“All those in favor…?” 

In your mind’s eye you could still see as each councilor raised their hands. Rough fingers gripping your arms, protests falling upon deaf ears.

You tried to take a deep breath in, regaining some air into your lungs, but the very air was trying to choke you, trying to keep you from beloved oxygen. You knew the air in the Undercity was bad, you had no idea it was this dire.

Your body refused to draw breath, a coughing fit wracking through your frame. The white and gold dress you wore was covered in dirt, soot, and grime, the hem already fraying from your walk through these desolate streets. 

You pushed yourself up off the ground, stomach growling. You didn’t know how long you had been here. Time seemed to stand still, with the sky always being clouded and faintly green and gray. Your belly seemed to say it had been too long though, without food. 

“Well, what do we have here?” A scratchy voice called from the darkness. “Look at this, boys.” A scrawny boy with blonde hair walked into your vision, flanked by a larger one with brown hair and another with dark skin and coily black hair.

The brown haired boy grinned as he looked at you, crossing his arms. “A little lost princess come to play.”

“What’s in your bag, Princess? Anything valuable?” The blonde asked.

You scowled. “None of your fucking business.” You pulled your bag tighter against you on your shoulder. “Piss off, I’ve not had the day for this.”

“Such foul language from such pretty lips. I wonder if her teeth bite as well as her words,” the dark skinned boy smirked. 

“Come on, Princess, we just want a taste of the goods,” the blonde boy crooned, approaching you slowly. 

You took a step back, shifting your bag so that it was behind you. “There are no goods,” you said adamantly.

“Anything can be goods down here, sweetness.” The boy nodded subtly, looking just past you. 

A sharp tug on your bag had you stumbling back. You spun quickly, fist connecting with another boy’s jaw. He shouted in shock and you grunted from the pain of the impact of your knuckles on bone. 

“Get her!” The blonde boy ordered.

Another pair of hands landed on your shoulders, and you swung your arm, elbow knocking into the nose of one of your pursuers. You collapsed as one of them landed a swift kick against the back of your knee. You cried out as your already scraped knees dragged against the pavement. You flung your head back, connecting your skull to his most sensitive parts. A sharp squeal rang out as the boy collapsed. 

“You bitch!” He gritted through his teeth. 

Your momentary satisfaction was short-lived as your head was grabbed and your face slammed into someone’s knee. You screamed in pain as your nose cracked, and your vision blurred, eyes tearing up before everything went black.

“Miss?” A sweet soft voice called to you. “Miss, wake up.” A soft touch on your shoulder and a light shake pulled you from blessed darkness.

You sat up at your desk, looking into the soft green gaze of one of your students. You ran a hand through your hair, blinking the remaining sleep from your eyes, cheeks warming from embarrassment. “My apologies, Miss Jasmine. Can I help you?” 

Her thick lashes fell softly against her cheekbones as she looked down at the paper in her hands. Her curls bounced as she shook her head, “I’ll come back another time. Um…” 

She turned to leave, but you caught her wrist gently. “Let me see,” you gave her a soft smile.

She sighed hesitantly before handing you her paper. She had been working non stop on an essay for Professor Heimerdinger, wanting it to be perfect and she had asked if you would read over it and help her make any improvements needed. You knew she didn’t really need any help, her work was always excellent, and she was friends with both Jayce and Viktor who were also wonderful students. But you understood wanting the extra assuredness of another Professor’s approval.

Besides, it didn’t take anything extra for you to read over her work, and you were glad she trusted you to do so. Jasmine hadn’t had the best home growing up, or so you had heard in passing, so if she felt safe enough to approach you in this way, you were glad of it. 

Your fingers clutched the paper lightly as your eyes scanned over it. “This looks spectacular. The only thing I would consider is a transitional statement between these two paragraphs,” you point out the place to her. “But otherwise, this is amazing.”

She hummed, a furrow forming between her brows as she looked over it, “I think you’re right.” She pulled a red pen out of her pocket, scribbling some notes in between the paragraphs. “Thank you, Miss.”

“Of course, dear. Tell me, how are your studies going otherwise? Are you ready for the exam?” You asked. 

She sighed, “I think so. It feels like I have no time between studies and work; there's scarcely any time for me to sleep or eat.” She perched on the corner of your desk as she spoke. “And Viktor’s the same, throwing himself into his studies, we hardly have time to spend together.”

You tap your fingers against the desk in thought. “Perhaps it would benefit you both to study together? It’s often helpful to bounce thoughts and ideas off of a classmate or peer.”

“I hadn’t thought about that,” she admitted quietly. “I’ve just been so busy lately.”

“Make sure you’re taking the time to care for yourself as well, Jasmine. If you aren’t sleeping, you won’t retain any of your studies no matter how hard you work at them. Short term memory commits to long term through sleep, it is an essential part of any student’s life.”

“I know, I know,” she said, putting her hands up defensively. “Jade says the same thing.”

“I’m sure she does. How are they?” You ask, knowing Jasmine was the only one caring for her younger sibling.

“I think they’re doing okay. I can’t thank you enough for supporting them to live in the apartments with me,” she said gratefully.

“Of course. I know how difficult it is to support someone else while also chasing your dream. I am incredibly proud of you, you are a bright, intelligent, and compassionate young lady that has a wonderful future ahead of you.”

Her cheeks warmed at the praise, looking down at her lap. “Well, I’ve taken enough of your time. Enjoy grading,” she stood, waving as she left your classroom.

You smiled at her as she left, though a dull ache formed in the back of your head as you looked back down at the work in front of you. Your brows furrowed as your eyes focused on the scribbles across your students’ papers. The word ‘Traitor’ written in bold capital letters criss-crossed on the pages. 

Your vision blurred slightly, the throbbing in your head growing to be unbearable. The world went black as your head slammed into the desk in front of you.

You coughed and sputtered, a coppery taste in your mouth as you spat blood. Your vision swam, and you pressed a hand to your head, groaning. Your eyes squeezed shut as you waited for the urge to puke to abate. 

As soon as you could, you opened your eyes, looking around at the grimy streets of the Undercity. Fuck… You had almost hoped it was just a dream. But the sinking in your gut told you otherwise. You sat up, hissing as your scabbed knees pressed against the pavement, brushing pebbles off your front from your nap on the asphalt. 

You winced as you stood, gently brushing debris from your bloodied knees and sucking in a breath that had you coughing, lungs crying for clean air that you would likely never breathe again.

Your bag had been taken. The only thing left were your scattered tarot cards, littered in a puddle around you. You cursed, squatting down to collect them. The small bag you stored them in was also missing. 

You glanced around before pulling the band out of your hair and wrapping it securely around the cards, tucking them into your brassiere. Your stomach growled, drawing your attention to how empty it felt. Your body shook with weakness, and nausea clawed at you, begging you to eat something. 

But there was nothing here.

So you dragged yourself forward, step by unsteady step. The bastards stole your shoes as well. Your bare feet ached against the rough pavement, which was almost burning hot. What could produce this heat if the sun was hidden from this city? You didn’t know. You found you couldn’t care at the moment.

One of your shaking hands pressed against your gut as you walked, trying to find something, someone. You just wanted something to eat, to sink your teeth into. Gods, was this what turned men into beasts? Very well, a beast you would become if it meant you could find something to bloody eat in this place.

But oh, you were tired. So tired. And that rocky overhang in the distance looked like good shelter to sleep. You stumbled forward with tunnel vision, nearly collapsing by the time you reached it.

You didn’t know how long you slept. Minutes, hours, days? Time was irrelevant. All that you knew was insatiable hunger and an unquenchable thirst. You stayed under your little awning on your knees, palms cupped out in front of you, praying that passersby would spare something for you, anything. But nothing ever happened. No one came to your rescue. 

You had been hungry for so long you no longer remembered what it was like to be sated. Oh, what a luxury it had been to have a full meal and a night’s rest in the comfort of your home. Everything you had taken for granted had now been taken away, and all you had were your most basic instincts. Hunger, thirst, exhaustion, this endless cycle that continued day by day.

What even was a day anymore? The sun never shone, the stars were hidden behind the Gray, plunged to an eternal gloom in this horrible, awful place. Nights never ended, days never began. The only thing driving you was the clench of your stomach as you starved.

What had you done to deserve this?

(Changing your destiny starts with accepting responsibility for where you are now.)

Your alertness peaked as you heard a soft scuffling in the distance. A tiny squeak reached your ears, and you turned, careful to be dead silent as you moved.

There, not six feet away, was a rat. Your mouth watered before you could even think to be disgusted. With slow movements, you made your way toward the animal, keeping your breath shallow and quiet as you crept forward. Once you were a couple feet closer, you pounced, gripping the small creature, quickly snapping its neck as it squealed and fought your grip. 

It fell limp in your hands shortly before a force collided with you, knocking down down into the pavement. The rat fell from your fingers as a scrawny force darted for it. Moving quicker than you had in days, you rammed your shoulder into the redheaded man, seeing his cracked glasses slip down his nose from the impact. 

He landed in a squat, hands braced on the ground. You picked the rat up, throwing a glare in his direction, daring him to try and steal your food once again. He shrank away, slithering back to the recesses of the Undercity. 

You stood and your stomach growled loudly. The animal in your hands had already started to lose its warmth and go stiff between your fingers. Cooking it would take too long for your malnourished body, your mind told you. 

Only once the smell reached you did you shrivel in disgust. Is this what you had become? Once a proud Professor of Divination, turned to a beggar on the streets of the Undercity, resolved to eat rats as a meal once a goddamn week. 

Your nose scrunched as you brought it to your lips, once more reminded of how you longed for a meal. 

“I wouldn’t eat that, if I were you.” Your hands froze, gaze darting around. You watched as a man stepped out of the shadows. A very large man with a bag slung over his shoulder and heavy boots. He had brown salt and pepper hair with a beard to match, a round nose, and kind eyes. As you stared, his gaze fell over you, looking you up and down. You swore there was a moment of surprise in his gaze before he spoke again, voice gravelly with a hint of an accent you’d never heard. “Rats in this place carry more diseases than nutrients.”

You frowned. “Do you have a better idea, or do you just enjoy watching me suffer?” You spat.

“Come with me,” he jerked his head for you to follow.

“Why the fuck would I do that?” You questioned.

He leveled you with a flat stare. “Because you’ve got nothing to lose.”

You looked between the dead rat in your hands and the man in clean clothes—albeit it worn—and a kind gaze. Your brows furrowed. What did you have to lose? Was your life even counted among that anymore?

You looked down at your bare feet, scratched and dirty. Your torn clothes and bruised body frailer than you’d ever seen it. With a sigh, you threw the rat into the shadows, hearing scuttling feet. You vaguely hoped the redheaded man gets ahold of it for something to eat. 

You walked shakily over to the big man, and he walks with you in stride, shortening his steps so you don’t fall behind as he leads you… somewhere. 

“What’s your name?” You asked him quietly.

“Vander,” he said easily. “What about you?” He asked. You tell him. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“It doesn’t matter where I’m from anymore,” you brushed him off. “Where are you taking me?” You questioned.

“To my bar. The Last Drop.” The mention of a bar had your stomach growling again. “When’s the last time you had a bite to eat?” Vander asked.

“I don’t know.”

He hummed, the rumble of his chest somehow putting you at ease. 

You had to squint as you approached a building with warm light spilling out of the windows, illuminating the street. Vander reached his free hand into his pocket, producing a keyring and unlocking the door, motioning for you to go in ahead of him. 

As soon as you stepped inside, you were embraced by the warmth of the place, soft music playing in the background as you looked around. It was nice. Especially compared to everything you had seen so far. What you had endured. 

“It’s… cozy,” you said quietly as Vander stepped behind the bar, setting the bag down on the floor.

“Welcome to The Last Drop. My own little slice of Heaven.” He motioned for you to sit, so you did, as he placed a glass in front of you and filled it with water from a bottle. “Don’t chug it or you’ll make yourself sick,” he scolded.

You bring it toward your dry, cracked lips, drinking it gratefully. It eases some of the ache in your throat, the tightness in your chest and the sheer desperation you’d been feeling for the last several days.

With a speed and grace you’d never expected, Vander slaps together a sandwich, sliding it over to you. “You’ll have to eat light for a few days,” he warned as you took a bite.

Your eyes filled with tears as you chewed and swallowed. It was better than anything you’d ever had in your life, or at least it felt that way. You sniffled as you ate, tears dripping down your cheeks. If Vander noticed, he didn’t call you on it.

You wanted to savor this moment, but your body demanded otherwise as you wolfed down your food and finished your water. You wiped the tears from your face, looking up at the man with wide eyes. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly, barely above a whisper.

He nodded. “The bedroom and bathroom are upstairs, if you’ll let me have a look at those scrapes and bruises,” he told you.

“You’ve already done so much, I couldn’t—”

“You see those?” He cut you off, looking up to the right. When you follow his gaze, you see a massive pair of cast iron gauntlets hanging up. “I know how to handle a scratch or two. It’s no trouble.”

You looked from the gauntlets back to him, thinking for a moment. “Alright.”

He led you upstairs, a hand on the small of your back to steady you as you wobbled. You came to a room with a massive bed and a small closet. Through a curtain beyond it was a bathroom.

“Have a bath, then we can see to your wounds,” Vander told you, grabbing a shirt from his closet and holding it out to you. “You can borrow this until we get that dress clean.” You carefully took it from him. “Just shout if you need anything, alright?”

You nodded, barely able to form any words as he left the room. You carefully laid the shirt on the bed, stripping out of your ruined dress and moving to the bathroom. You set your cards on the small shelf beside the tub. Turning the faucet, you let the bath fill as warm as you could get the water until steam filled the room.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and regretted looking. Your skin was filthy, covered in dirt and grime. You had a black eye and various cuts and bruises across your arms, legs, and face. Your hair was greasy and laid almost flat.

Your lip curled in disgust as you stepped into the tub, hissing as the water hit your various scrapes. There was a bar of soap and a well-loved bottle of shampoo that you were grateful for. You recognized the scents from Vander, though they were missing the undertone of smoke and leather.

You tried to be as gentle as you could when you scrubbed your skin, wincing every time you rubbed a bruise the wrong way and feeling your scrapes sting from contact. But no matter how soft you wanted to touch, you scrubbed your skin almost raw, trying to eliminate all the dirt from your body.

It didn’t matter how much it hurt, you felt disgusting.

You scrubbed your fingers through your hair and over your scalp, trying to remove all the oil, grease, and dirt that had built up over the last several days. You scrubbed thoroughly until your fingers brushed a knot on your head. You touched the spot gingerly, flinching from how tender it was. You cursed under your breath as you finished washing up gently. 

The water was black and brown by the time you stepped out, grabbing a hanging towel to dry off. You scrunched your hair over the edge of the tub before using the towel to dry it more thoroughly. It would still be wet for hours, most likely, but at least now you were less likely to drip water everywhere.

You gently patted yourself dry, wrapping the towel around you and moving back to the bedroom. You felt better about picking up Vander’s shirt now, not worried about soiling it with your touch. The cotton was soft, no doubt from years of wear.

Slowly, you slipped it over your head, doing another pat-dry over your wounds with the towel before hanging it back up in the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your skin finally visible without the layers of dirt covering it. Your hair shone with the water that had soaked it. Vander’s shirt fell to your knees, the neckline wide enough for your collarbones to show. You had never looked so bony in your life. You glanced at the bundle of cards on the shelf, staring at them for a moment before flicking off the light and moving back downstairs.

Vander had taken a seat at one of the tables in the bar downstairs, a First Aid kit open in front of him. He spotted you and smiled, even as you moved with tension in every fiber of your being.

“Being clean suits you,” he jested, easing some of the tension from your shoulders. His gaze wandered down to your feet and back up, jerking his head to the side in silent request for you to join him. “Let’s have a look at those scrapes.”

With silent steps, you moved to where he was seated, pushing yourself up to sit on the table, making sure the shirt covered you properly. Vander’s hand was warm as he gently held your ankle, fingers wrapping all the way around it as he inspected the scrapes on your feet.

“Bastards stole my boots,” you chuckled nervously, looking around at the walls of the bar.

“Vi has a pair you can borrow,” Vander said. “This’ll sting a bit,” he warned before gently dapping your scraped with antiseptic. 

You hissed. It did sting, but his touch was gentle, his thumb stroking over your ankle soothingly as though he had done this a million times. “Who’s Vi?” You asked, distracting yourself as he worked on your wounds.

“My daughter,” he said without missing a beat, moving to your other foot. “I have two girls,” he told you. “Powder, and her older sister Violet—she prefers Vi. They share a room downstairs.”

After disinfecting your knees, he slapped bandaids over them. You fiddled with your hands in your lap. “Listen, I… I really appreciate this, but I can’t repay you.”

“Can you work?” He asked, looking up beneath his brows.

You loosed a breath. “Yeah, I can.”

He shrugged. “Then that’s all you need to do.”

You sighed, exasperated. “Why?” You questioned.

“Why what?” He pressed, taking one of your hands to clean properly.

Your cheeks warm and you look away. “Why are you helping me?”

Again, he shrugged. “You’re not from the Undercity, but now you are, which means you’re part of my people. My people help each other.” He said it so simply, but it was so wildly baffling to you after what you had endured.

He put away the First Aid supplies, leaving you for a moment to think about his words. When he returns, you slide down from your seat on the table. 

“You take the bed tonight. I’ll crash with the kids,” he told you easily.

You learned to stop arguing. If he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t. That’s what you had learned about Vander so far.

“Thank you, Vander,” you bowed your head to him. He bade you good night before heading down the stairs behind the bar, leaving you to make your own way to bed.

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[jweekgoji]

Hi can I request for yandere Sentinel Prime x maid femme s/o please

Yandere!Sentinel/Femme!Maid!Reader [TFO/hcs]

tw: yandere themes, jealousy, possessive behavior, power imbalance, master/servant relationships, mentions of objectification of reader (from Sentinel's side), controlling behavior. word count: ~1300 additional tags: cogless!reader (but I didn't state reader's height just so it will fit for everyone ig), cybertronian!reader, femme!reader, maid!reader. a/n: It's funny, but in the ± official Transformers comics, at least Nightbird, Starscream and Windblade had some sort of maid job.

I can imagine Sentinel already having a bunch of maids, running up the tower while he's too 'busy' being a Prime.

Knowing Sentinel, and his obsession with appearing like a real Prime, it's not surprising that as soon as he gets his high title, he surrounds himself with a bunch of servants who humbly work for him.

If he wants to live like a real king, then he definitely needs assistants to provide him with constant comfort.

In fact, it amuses me to think that the original thirteen Primes didn't worry about such things. Sure, they were busy on Cybertron, constantly creating new things for a young, future race, but having maids? Yeah, well, no, thanks.

After Prime takes his position, like I said, he immediately surrounds himself with trusted confidants. Airachnid is also a very good help at this point. She may not be quite the 'social' bot that she seems at first glance, but her perceptiveness can easily crack any potential rascal.

Such a concept as 'maids' hardly existed on Cybertron, so the term came right after the Sentinel → Prime.

↑ Most likely, like miners, no one thought about their need until the newly elected Prime decided to introduce a new class.

↑ Given that, there's a good chance that bots that play the role of maids aren't as high just like miners, so it's a likely that maid bots won't have t-cogs either. Poor things.

I'm not sure if it got that much popularity among the rest of Cybertron's elite, but at first the rest of the Iaconians were surprised.

↑ Like, we definitely need a new class of bots that will be used every day as servants and will suffer from the elites? Really?? But yeah...! Knowing how much they idolize Sentinel, I wouldn't even question such a decision.

Sentinel is pretty careful about who he accepts into his inner circle, so naive, incompetent, but utterly respectful bots are exactly what he needs.

This bastard can watch for hours, sitting in a comfy chair in his office, Airachnid standing silently beside him as he flips through each profile.

'Too bright, too dull, I don't like this type of frame-' even without looking twice, it can go on like this for hours until he accidentally bumps into you. Everything about you seemed to fit his every whim. You were the perfect size, the perfect paint job, and without a single flaw, what else could a bot of his stature want?

↑ Yandere! Sentinel definitely got a sense of “love at first sight” in this scenario, but I'm not quite sure what he feels for you can be called love at all.

He's not going to immediately order your services the minute you do, but you can't say he doesn't want to either. Sentinel is very concerned about how he looks in front of others.

“Should I contact her?” Airachnid decides to speak, leaning a little closer to take in the sight of the bot on the panel.

Too focused on his thoughts, the Prime flinches, but quickly hides it as he tries to compose himself and sit up straight in his seat.

“No-no need to, for now,” he clears his throat. ”I need some time to think.”

And then he can't help but come back every time to look at you. It's no secret he's interested. Each new profile is now more boring to him than the last, and at some point he doesn't have the patience not to call out Airachnid.

↑ But...! It would be too suspicious if he only called you. No, he can't let the others think he has favorites, so grudgingly, he might as well call out a few other assistants, even though he hardly paid attention to who they might be. All his attention was only on you.

From the moment you arrive, it seems that everyone's favorite Prime just can't live a day without you. Every day, you'll be at his beck and call.

He needs to clean up his own office in a hurry? You go straight to him. In the middle of the night, you're called to bring a few cubes of energon directly to his chambers? You forget about your rest for the whole night. And sometimes it gets absurd.

At some point, he even forgets that he also has other maids that run errands for him; at some point, you're promoted to be his personal maid.

Since then, you can say bye-bye to your privacy since Sentinel gets even more greedy about it. Having you helping him and cleaning around is not enough at one point. Of course, like any other hardworking person, you need to rest; he doesn't want you to end up passing out because of low energon in the middle of nowhere. That is why you should always be kept next to him.

During the important meetings, when many members of Iaconian elite group came to the tower, discussing boring, important stuff, you're here to make sure that everyone is satisfied and happy. He wants to keep his high rate of approval after all!

Seeing how other bots look you up makes him practically grind his teeth. Part of him hates it deep to the core of his spark; the other is arrogant about it, knowing how none of them can actually have you. You're his personal favorite, so there is no way someone would dare to take Prime's maid.

↑ but if someone dares to make a gross, disgusting comment about you, he'd make sure that they learn the lesson. He wouldn't kill them, since he doesn't want to stain his servos in energon, or lose an important member, so he just scares them off in ‘seize them, cut their throat! oh, wait— I changed my mind!’ way.

The more you stay close with Sentinel, the more comfortable he gets. At first, it's all started with keeping your presence nearby. Nothing too suspicious or weird; you may think he's just testing your skills, and that alone makes you put more effort into your work,  even though the reason for his staring is a little different than you might think.

↑ He's not a hardcore yandere even though when he ‘‘falls in love’, it hits him hard. There will be this overly sweet period with him, where he shows that he does actually care about you. Like when you can't reach for something, he will help to get it for you, or if you're too tired, he lets you rest with him together in the privacy of his office. Overall, when he wants to show himself from the good side, Sentinel is such a perfect mech.

↑ He's always polite, and when he's with other bots who are lower in rank than him, he acts all humble; it's hard not to feel at ease around him.

But as much as a bastard Sentinel is in canon, yandere Sentinel still doesn't treat his darling as equal. Like I mentioned in previous headcanons for Sentinel, he sees only himself as ‘a king’, and sharing that title with someone else will only take the part of power he wants to have.

He's still selfish and arrogant, since he believes that his maid lover was created only for him, and him only. There is a part of him that actually sees you as an object that he wants to possess, and it's not really romantic.

↑ Sentinel loves to control everyone and everything, and his pretty darling is not an exception. If he sees you slacking off when you're supposed to work, he's not shy to scold or even punish you. It's nothing too drastic, at least for now, but that will make you remember that you work for a Prime, after all.

[ofironandivory]

How do you feel comfortable enough to reblog things from people who don't explicitly state that they're proship? /Genq I really want to do the same but everytime I try to it makes me feel all panicked that I'm gonna end up harassed my anti's or something...

Thankfully the more aggressive folks on here are VERY vocal about it; i.e.: "safe"shippers who add captions like "proship/comship/whatever u call urselves these days THIS POST AINT FOR U !" (<- actual caption from an anti's post) to their posts

If someone doesn't have captions like that, one of these three scenarios will be what will play out:

They'll just block you

They'll ask you to take the post down, but usually in a polite way

They'll just let you interact

If they do decide to be assholes, they mostly have no guts, so you might just get a nasty anon ask or two, but they mean absolutely nothing. Just block them with the same energy you'd put into swatting off a fly lol

Don't corner yourself with online paranoia, checking each individual blog you interact with can be very draining and damaging to your well being

If it really matters to someone, they'll usually have it as part of their post; either via text or with a DNI banner! For example: I have a "will block if" banner, since "DNI" doesn't exactly fit what I mean

[atchamcrepin]

A still frame from the animatic I'm working on. The japanese text is just a lyric from the song～ 😺

[ssvnormandie]

i ended up getting surfsuit from seea and uhm …. A BANGER

i am on the hunt for a rashguard and why are they all cropped WHY are they all cropped .... release us

[hplonesomeart]

Hey. Sorry about the inactivity, but pretty sure no one cared that much anyways lol. Been a looooong time since I kept that distant from Tumblr…at least now I know I’m able to survive without checking posts every day/being chronically online! I’ve got an intense love-hate relationship with this lifestyle I’ve dug myself into. Think I’m getting a little bit better with the balance even if school isn’t really giving me an option. Got a load of work I need to keep catching up on if I don’t want to disappoint my professors. We’ll survive somehow. Here take a quick batch of Puzzle doodles k bye

[bigtreefest]

Should I have told you guys I’m going to a gala tonight? It’s going to be filled with many lawyers and posh donors…. Gonna play ‘spot the mob boss’ with myself during cocktail hour…

[rempyz]

small brain: ren is the husband and stimpy is the wife

average brain: theyre both husbands

huge brain: they take turns being husband and wife or sometimes theyre both husbands or wives or both individually husband and wife at the same time or simply neither and just are spouses

galaxy brain: gender roles do not apply to them they are beyond any shred of a comprehensible gender identity they just do as they please without any labels they simply just are ren and stimpy

[starpros-sunshine]

What's with all the "Them and Us" stuff I mean. I thought the whole point of this acceptance stuff is realising that despite all the little differences everyone is still kind of similar in the way that they should be granted at least the basic but of respect everyone deserves? Call me naïve and childish but isn't the point of all this to Not have the clear distinction between people who are slightly different? Isn't the whole point to Not have a "Them" and an "Us"?