#it’s about you setting yourself apart from the women men hate

[femme-dor]

Baffled that there are folks on this site who seriously defend ‘pick-me’ girls & their embarrassing behavior as having “Autism” or “trauma from girl bullying” as if Internalized Mysoginy is simply a byproduct of mental illness & mean girls in High School and not years of conditioned toxic sexist beliefs combined with self-loathing and a need to feel validated which affects anyone both on and off the spectrum.

[eufezco]

THREE LIES AT ONCE

FINNICK ODAIR X FEM!STYLIST!READER

this is based on a prompt from character.ai c:

SYNOPSIS -> You're his stylist and you discover bruises.

You liked it when Finnick visited the Capitol and Finnick hated doing it except for the fact that he knew you would be there.

You had already earned a reputation as a stylist in the Capitol when you two met. And it had been four years since Finnick won his games but President Snow had kept him close because nothing was more appealing than a charming boy in his twenties to the people of the Capitol.

You learned from the best. Cinna taught you everything he knew about fashion and then made you forget about it all so you could build your own style. It actually worked quite well because your designs were sold in the Capitol as if people needed them to live.

Your colors and characteristic shapes, your outrageous skirts, your long dresses, and your headdresses were worn by everyone, men and women fought over your designs and they spent all their savings on your clothes. President Snow was more than delighted with you, not only because his granddaughter deeply admired you but because you knew how to be liked, and he loved that about you.

That's why President Snow found the perfect match with Finnick and you and for once in his life, he did something right.

Finnick became your muse. From the moment you were introduced at the Capitol and you saw him walking towards you with those bright green eyes, his perfectly messy blonde hair, his tanned skin thanks to the way the sun in District 4, and his body that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods. You knew you never wanted to design anything else but for him.

―When did you arrive and how is it that you haven't come to see me earlier? ―You threw yourself into his arms, your fingers dug into his blond locks of hair. This was not the typical relationship that stylists used to have with their models but after working with him for a couple of years now, it was inevitable that some affection would grow between the two of you. Especially when, during his stays in the Capitol, you spent most of your time together. You were the only thing that kept him from going crazy.

He would sit and watch you while you sketched out his next outfit. You would share a drink and ask him questions about how his life was back in District 4. Finnick loved to talk about his home and you loved to imagine yourself there, in the places that Finnick described to you so precisely. The sea reaching your feet, the sun shining against your skin, the sound of seagulls flying across the bluest sky you had ever seen... And for some reason that you were still trying to figure out, every time you imagined yourself in one of those scenarios, he was by your side. District 4 seemed like a lovely place.

Finnick's arms wrapped around your waist while his face hid in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your familiar scent when you hugged, too sweet for the Capitol, not like the perfume people there used to keep up with their continuous call for attention.

―Yesterday but I was too tired from the trip.

That was the first lie that Finnick told you that night.

There was an expression of relief on your face with something like a small smile on your lips, grateful to see him again after such a long time and when everything in your life was chaos thanks to the preparation of the next games. Your eyes were closed, enjoying him holding you until you heard him say those words and then they opened in a combination of surprise and confusion.

―Don't think that being tired is an excuse for not coming to see me, Finnick Odair. That should always be the first thing you do as soon as you set foot here. ―You said, still thinking about why would he lie to you.

You moved apart from the hug and Finnick had a big smile on his lips that inevitably made you smile too. ―I'm sorry. ―He apologized.

―You better be. But now I need you to tell me if you like it.

You turned to grab your notebook and showed him the sketch you drew. Finnick took the notebook from your hands so he could take a better look and admire every detail.

―This is beautiful. You're an artist. I doubt there is anyone half as good as you in the whole Panem.

―Oh, there's Cinna. I haven't managed to dethrone him yet.

―Come on, you outdid Cinna a long time ago. He says so himself. The student surpassed the master, there's nothing wrong with that.

You shook your head and said nothing. Finnick rolled his eyes, he knew you didn't like hearing from him or anyone else that you were better than Cinna. Not even when Cinna himself tells you.

―Have you started sewing it yet? Can I see it?

―That's why I needed to see you. I haven't started yet because I need to measure you again. The last time you wore one of my garments it was too tight. I don't want to risk it not fitting you this time. ―You grabbed the measuring tape and pins from the table in your studio, full of fabrics and patterns for the new tributes. Cinna had given you his notebook with some beautiful sketches and had told you that he needed something similar but for the male tribute, a guy named Peeta Mellark from District 12, and you had been working day and night to meet Cinna's expectations. ―The robe is behind the dressing screen.

―Yes ma'am.

Finnick walked over without saying another word. You admired his figure as he walked away. Finnick's back was twice as wide as when you met him, his arms had grown stronger, now you could identify each of the muscles in them and his legs had also doubled in size, unfortunately, Finnick loved to wear long skirts, if it were up to you he would be showing them all the time. The features of his face had also changed, now they were more pronounced. Finnick's dimples were more visible and his jaw was so sharp you'd swear if you slid your finger along it you'd cut yourself.

―This looks great on you. I don't know why I try to design you something new every time. I should let you go around with that.

Finnick shook his head, failing in his attempt not to laugh at your stupid joke. ―You are not only the best designer but also the funniest one, huh?

You rolled your eyes. Finnick knew you didn't like it when he told you that and he did it on purpose to tease you. ―Come on, take it off.

Finnick stood before the mirror as you stood behind him. Once he slipped it off, you gasped and jumped back, horrified.

―Gosh, Finnick, what is this? ―You took a few steps backward at the sight of the bruises that trailed down his back. By their bright red color you would say were rather recent. You didn't know how to react, you were petrified staring at his back.

Finnick smiled, dismissing what you just saw with practiced charm. ―Ah, just a little souvenir. My lovers like to play rough. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.

That was the second lie Finnick told you that night.

Finnick's chest was heavy but he was trying to keep his cool. He had assumed that by the time the two of you saw each other the wounds would have healed, besides the fact that he didn't think he would have to undress in front of you.

―Your lovers? This absolute atrocity was done by one of your lovers?

―They were probably just a little too... enthusiastic. Besides, I don't have a problem with it, I like it. My skin heals fast so I'll be all good in no time.

And that was the third lie. His skin did not heal fast. You had always told him off for coming to dress rehearsals all bruised up from his training sessions and those bruises had lasted for days. These new ones were sure to stay on his skin for at least a month.

―How can some one like this?

Finnick could hear the disdain in your voice. You should be disgusted, horrified and definitely judging him, but don't worry, so was he.

―Honey, if you don't understand it's not my problem.

―No, you're right. I don't understand. I don't think you enjoyed that.

―Oh, you're gonna tell me what I can or cannot enjoy?

―Have you seen your back? Have you seen how bad this looks?

Finnick chuckled. ―I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. Do you need all the details? Is the life of a stylist so boring?

―Finnick, listen to me. I don't want all the details I want the truth, and now it's the perfect time to start. ―You said. You grabbed him by his shoulders and turned him around to look at you. Finnick groaned as your hands were placed on his shoulders and when he stood face to face with you, he could see how upset you were.

―I don't know what you're talking about. ―He bit the inside of his cheeks, that was just what he had been told, not to tell anyone the truth about what had happened. He saw you roll your eyes and let all the air out of your body through your mouth, annoyed.

―I know that you didn't arrive yesterday. Cinna told me. Do you really think you can go unnoticed? Here? And I know for a fact that those bruises are not from one of your lovers, let alone that they were done to you a couple of days ago.

Finnick swallowed, looking at you with his head held high. He tried to keep the smile on his lips, pretending that everything was okay, that he did enjoy it when those bruises were inflicted on him, but his lower lip betrayed him and began to tremble. You bent down to pick up the robe and carefully threw it over his shoulders so he wouldn't feel so exposed. Finnick's head was bowed. You lifted it using your thumb and index finger on his chin very gently.

―I need you to tell me who did this to you. I can't help you if you don't tell me.

Finnick chuckled amid the sadness and shame he was feeling. ―Help me? You can't help me.

―I'm sure there's something I can do. I could―.

―They were Peacekeepers following Snow's orders.

Your jaw dropped and your heart rate accelerated. It was the first time that Finnick was admitting that to someone. It had been impossible to tell anyone, let alone a citizen of the Capitol like you. Finnick couldn't possibly admit that without compromising his carefully cultivated image. Besides, if he made himself out to be a victim, the Capitol would never allow someone they saw as weak to perform the role of the Golden Boy and all the people he cared about in District 4 would die. At that moment you realized that all the times he showed up at your studio claiming that his injuries were from training were not true and you felt sick to your stomach.

―How did it happen? ―You asked, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat

―I tried to leave the Capitol. Before I could get on the train back to District 4 I was arrested by Peacekeepers and they took me to Snow's mansion. A lot of people came and when I refused to see them... I've been locked up there since then, that's why I couldn't come to see you earlier.

You shook your head, feeling awful. ―Don't worry about it, Finnick. I'm so sorry this is happening to you. ―Your stomach complained and begged your brain to stop imagining everything that Finnick would have been put through since then. The beatings, the strangers paying to sneak into his bed, the Peacekeepers bursting into his room and leaving him bleeding on the floor...

―Snow likes me. There has to be something I can do for you.

―You don't understand. It's not something that I can quit.

―I can spend all day designing and sewing to pay Snow the money he would make with you. I can talk to Cinna to raise the price of our designs. People here are rotten with money, they'll keep buying them anyway.

―It's not that simple. You can't just buy my freedom.

―Has anyone tried before?

Finnick thought about it and shook his head. ―Snow wouldn't allow that to happen. ―You ran your hand over your face in despair, not knowing what else to do to help him and feeling a responsibility to do something about it. You were the citizen of the Capitol, the one who had superior status and the favor of Snow, there must be something you could do.

―What if I buy you?

Finnick's eyes widened in surprise. ―Buy me?

You nodded and realized how bad that sounded. ―But not in like, a slave type of way. Gosh that sounded awful. I would just― Do it so you can live your life in your district. I wouldn't― keep you here, no. You'd just have to come to the Capitol a couple of times, make a few public appearances, and leave again.

―Why would you do that for me?

You bit the inside of your cheeks and nodded. ―You're my friend. I care about you.

You had managed to give him something he had long been missing. Hope. Maybe what you wanted to do would work or maybe not but at that moment Finnick felt that someone cared and that gave him hope that everything would work out.

Finnick took a step forward and placed his hands on your cheeks. He leaned in slightly and connected his lips with yours. Your hands ended up resting against his warm bare chest, closing your eyes and allowing him to kiss you. You knew it was the emotion of the moment, the adrenaline rush of knowing that maybe he could live his life in peace. You had given him hope and he was happy that someone had shed some light on his situation.

When you parted ways after the kiss, you both were smiling.

―Go and put your pants on, I'll treat your bruises.

―Do you know how?

―Well, not really, but I'm not short of needle and thread and I still have some alcohol from last night.

Finnick pressed his lips together and nodded. That would work. He walked to the dressing screen and you watched him as he walked away in the mirror's reflection. Before hiding behind the dressing screen, he said something that lit up a flame in your heart and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

―I wish you would come with me to District 4.

my requests for the hunger games are open 📥

[fictoculus]

Hello ^^ I've been reading your stories and I really like them and I was just wondering if you don't mind doing a genshin impact boys x Reader with the characters being Tighnari,Kaeya,Albedo,Alhaitham and Kaveh? And the story being you hug them from behind (I hope that is fine with you of course no NSFW I've read the request rules ^^) that is if you still do genshin impact

౨ৎ hugging them from behind...

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FEAT... tighnari, kaeya, albedo, alhaitham, kaveh

A/N... hellooo anon, thanks so much for this request, and for taking the time to read my rules too, i really appreciate it! alsoo, i'm so glad you like my writing, it means so much ♡ i actually really love this concept, and you've chosen some good characters too! apologies in advance if anyone is ooc ^^ (i have a feeling tighnari and kaeya might be a bit whoopssss)

✧ tighnari.

for tighnari, being the "chief officer of forest rangers" comes with a lot of responsibility, an example being informing the rangers of the route for patrol and any threats they could face along the way. that's why, when you find your beloved stood infront of a group of eager men and women, you're hardly surprised.

you sneak closer to them, listening in on the instructions your beloved was giving, but not paying attention to a single word said; instead, relishing in the smooth sound of tighnari's voice. it was so calming and so soothing; he was always able to relax you from just a few words... and that's when you decided, you wanted to hear it "more up close"

the "plan" had been created, and it was a simple one at that; you knew tighnari always left his weapons at home while instructing the team for some unknown reason, but would always have to come back to collect them before setting off. you thought you'd be helpful and bring them to him instead, it would save him the unnecessary trip, after all.

despite a couple doubts crossing your mind, you decided to follow through with your "plan", rushing back home to collect his bow, trying your best to be as quick as possible so that you don't miss your chance; and luckily, you didn't.

arriving back at the meeting grounds, you make your way over to tighnari, being sure to approach him from behind. setting his bow aside, you waved at the rangers who waved back enthusiastically, leaving tighnari to wonder: "who are they all waving at? me?"

he lifts his arm to wave awkwardly, only for you to grab hold of him, squeezing him tightly around his waist and pressing tender kisses behind his ears.

"you forgot your bow again, love"

you whispered, a rosey hue tinting his cheeks as his eyes widened in embarassment. instinctively, tighnari wraps his tail around you, his soft fur tickling your skin slightly. you smile to yourself, just imagining how brightly he must be blushing; having about a dozen people watching an intimate moment he'd much rather keep private, or atleast away from an audience.

"i have a question regarding the-"

"any questions will be discussed another time, dismissed"

he hurriedly shoos the forest rangers away, making up excuses such as "there are matters i must attend to" and even "those things don't concern you, now please take your leave". he acted all angry when he turned to face you, but archons, he looked adorable.

"now what do you think you're up to, hm? hugging me like that infont of all the rangers?"

"i can tell you aren't mad, 'nari"

you can read him like a book, knowing exactly how he acts when he tries to hide how flustered he is; how he attempts to harden his exterior but gives in within seconds.

"i- i never said i was i just... don't you- i-"

he sighs, admitting defeat as he burries his face in the crook of your neck. you feel his hot breath against your shoulder as he murmurs:

"i hate you"

"i love you too"

✧ kaeya.

you walked to the cat's tail with a spring in your step, excited to see kaeya after spending more than a week apart. you'd been on a long expedition to liyue and had only just gotten back to mondstadt, not bothering to drop your belongings off at your house but instead hauling them along with you; unable to wait any longer to see your beloved (and silently praying he'd offer to help you carry them to your place)

after what felt like an hour of walking, you finally made it to your destination, shoulders sore from having to carry your bags instead of loading them onto a cart like you had when travelling to the nation of contracts.

poking your head into the tavern, you could see kaeya sat at one of the tables alone, watching out of the window, as if he was waiting for something, or someone... that's right, you!

you watch him carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and there it was: he'd gotten up from his seat, suppossedly to order a drink at the bar, and attempt to avoid the black cat and his... friendly translator; being invited to play a game of genius invocation tcg was the last thing he wanted.

dropping everything and leaving it in a pile at the front door, you practically throw yourself inside and run towards kaeya, his back now turned to you as he walks back to his table.

"[name]? archons, you scared me, i almost dropped my drink!"

refusing to let go, the two of you awkwardly waddle to the window, wanting some peace and quiet away from the taverns other patrons.

"someone's a little friendly today, hm? you miss me that much?"

"well if you don't want my attention, i can just let go..."

you tease, slowly but surely loosening your grip on his waist and sliding your hands to his sides. without warning, he grabs hold of your hands and wraps them back around him, holding them in place firmly, caressing your palms with his thumbs.

"i never said let go! wait... do you... not want to hug me anymore?"

here comes the show... kaeya would gasp dramatically, clutching at his chest as if he'd been struck by lightning, or something even more theatrical.

"do you not love me anymore?"

it never ends. he keeps building on it, acting hurt by your actions, more-so physically than mentally despite you having injured him being nothing to do with the "plot". only when you spin him around in your arms and press your lips against his does he finally stop talking, melting into the kiss as his mind goes completely blank. he'd pull away panting for air, his eyes glazed over with pure adoration.

"i love you"

"i love you moreee"

you're basically asking for it at this point.

"you love me more than i love you? impossible! preposterous! disgraceful! outrag-"

"i'm going to magically fall out of love with you in a minute if you don't-"

"i'm only kiddinggg, you're so fun to tease"

he brings one of your hands up to his lips and kisses it softly with a big grin plastered on his face; oh how he loves to wind you up, and secretly, you love it too.

"i do love your hugs though, and i really did miss you so... please hug me again?"

✧ albedo.

it's been hours since you'd last seen albedo, and though only a few hours doesn't sound too long, it felt like an eternity. it was all too often he'd hide away up in dragonspine, working tirelessly on his latest experiments and not taking any time for himself, and it worried you. that being said, you decided to come up with a plan to distract him, and a hug from behind sounded like the perfect idea...

you creep into his campsite, waiting for the perfect moment to throw yourself onto him.

"3... 2..."

you whispered to yourself, counting down the seconds before you could finally hold your beloved once more, missing his gentle touch; and you were more than just eager.

"1!"

excited, you jog up to him and wrap your arms tightly around him, but feeling him jolt so harshly made you slightly concerened...

"woah! careful, careful!"

panicked, albedo sets down the equipment in his hands as quickly as he can, worried he'd drop or injure you with them. he lets out a sigh of relief once they're out of the way, moving his hands ontop of yours and loosening your grip so that he could turn to face you. hands now resting on your waist, he looks at you with a stern expression.

"[name], what did i tell you about hugging around my experiments?"

"i know, i know, i just missed you and thought if i hug you from behind i wouldn't be getting in the way"

"i-... technically you're right, but you gave me quite the scare nevertheless, it could've caused an explosion if we were to have fallen. what kind of lover would i be if i were to put you in danger?"

"i'm sorry, 'bedo, i didn't mean to-"

he sighs, noticing the way he was being slightly too hard on you; all he wanted was to keep you safe. he'd never forgive himself if you were to be injured from one of his experiments, which is why he always to extra precautios when it came to you.

"i know, it's alright, my love, i'm just glad you didn't get hurt"

he leans towards you, reaching both hands up to cup your cheeks, squeezing them gently before giving you a soft kiss on the lips. he doesn't take his eyes off of you, pulling away from the kiss only to look into your eyes, his own filled with the purest love. you could get lost in them for hours, admiring how all the different hues work together so perfectly to create the most beautiful shade of blue.

"i know you were probably hoping to spend some time together, but... i really have to get this done, honey, i'm sorry"

"that's ok, i just want to be with you..."

"... then stay, hold onto me from behind, ok? just make sure you-"

"-don't touch anything, i've got it"

and so you hung onto albedo, almost like a sloth, slowing down his movements ever so slightly, but he didn't mind, nor did he mention it. he'd apologise whenever he accidentally stood on you foot, even though he wasn't applying much pressure in the first place, being purposefully light on his feet as to not hurt you. every now and then, he'd take hold of one of your hands, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it so gingerly before setting it back down onto his waist.

sure, it wasn't the most romantic scenario, but you couldn't care less; all you wanted was him, to hold him, to feel his warmth against you, to know he was there...

✧ alhaitham.

"'haithammm"

you call out, wondering into his study, half expecting him to be elsewhere, but being pleasantly surprised when you find him sat comfortably in his arm chair. (like an old man)

"yes, darling?"

a soft smile creeps onto your face as you slowly make your way towards him; you just can't help it. even when he is doing almost nothing, alhaitham never fails to charm you, to make you smile like an idiot from a single glance.

"will you tell me that story again? the one about the dr- oh! sorry i didn't realise you were busy-"

you apologise profusely, turning to leave but only being able to take a few steps before alhaitham grabs your arm and drags you back towards him, almost pulling you over the arm of his chair

"love, it's ok, i'm not busy, i can tell you stories whenever you'd like to hear them"

"that's ok, how about you tell me about that book instead?"

you smile down at him sweetly before taking a look at the cover of his book; the gold lettering complimenting the brown leather perfectly.

"darling, you don't have to pretend to be interested, i can t-"

"no, no, please, tell me what you're reading! i like hearing you talk about your books"

he blushes slightly, his slightly widened eyes flicking back to the pages of the novel within an instant, wanting to avoid any possible eye contact.

"well, if you insist... this book is about how two-"

listening carefully, you move behind him, resting your hands on his shoulders before sliding them down his upper arm before dragging them across his chest. your hands meet near the middle, intertwining with eachother and resting against alhaitham's pounding heart.

"everything ok?"

you tease, knowing well how flustered this makes him, enjoying how he stuggles to keep a hold of himself.

"i- as i was saying... this book here is about two young lovers, how they met, and how they will someday grow old together and see the beauties of the world beyond life hand-in-hand... quite a precious story if i do say so myself, wh-"

you stand in shock, scanning over the open pages to make sure the story he's explaining is truly the one held in his hands; to your surprise, it was.

"wait wait wait, 'haitham... you are reading a romance novel?!"

"is that so surprising?"

"never in my life did i think alhaitham, the akedemiya's scribe who seems only interested in facts and figures, would be reading books about romance"

"well, dare i say you've rubbed off on me, love"

"i- i have?"

"why of course you have, every empty moment is filled with you, my love. see,"

he gestures to the pieces of - what looks like - paper sticking out of the book in various places, each one seemingly marking a significant moment in the plot.

"-even this book reminds me of you, all these little tabs represent thoughts of mine, these purple ones are thoughts of you, of us"

much to your disbelief, almost every single tab - par one or two - is coloured a shade of purple, you can even spot a couple of hearts peeking out from inbetween the pages. each section that was sticking out had the words "i love you" carefully written on them, written in his fancy handrwiting rather than what you refer to as his "scribe mode handwriting"

you squeeze him tighter, touched by how head over heels he was for you, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and planting soft kisses on along his shoulder and below his jaw. you wanted to show just how loved you felt in that moment, and how loved you wanted him to feel too. little did you know, alhaitham was a blushing mess; his face a vibrant hue of pink, his mouth forming words but not being able to force any of them out.

"i love you so much, 'haitham"

"i- i love you, [name]"

✧ kaveh.

"that doesn't seem quite right..."

kaveh is stood pondering in his office, the blueprints on the easle in front of him full of detail, far more complicated than anyone other than him could make any sense of. several stacks of scrolls take up all his desk space, 'stealing' his pencils and other pieces of equipment, or atleast that's what he claims to be happening.

in reality, his workspace is far too messy, causing him even more stress ontop of trying to find the perfect measurements for whatever building he was planning. you picked up on this, how he often promises to eat with you at the table, but gets so lost in his work he dismisses his own needs just for the sake of his project.

you decide to take the initiative, covering the plates of food with towels before making your way to kaveh's office; a small building to the left of the living area of the property, though it seemed to be that he was living there instead.

slowly pushing the front door open, you let yourself inside, sighing happily at not only the warm air against your now cold cheeks, but also at the comforting scent that you know all too well...

"it looks good, hun" you'd say, your voice gentle and sweet as to not scare him. he wouldn't turn to face you, but instead stare holes into his blueprints, hand holding his chin as he was lost in thought.

"hm? oh, sorry love, could you repeat that? i didn't hear you"

you make your way over to him, choosing to stand behind him rather than infront. snaking your arms around his waist and pulling him into you, you rest nuzzle the side of your face against his back. he jolts slightly, only to relax into your touch seconds after. "it's looking good" you repeat yourself, rubbing circles on his stomach through his shirt in an attempt to ease his stress. all it does is leave him stressed and flustered... ok maybe a bit less stressed, he's not complaining though. he loves the way you're so gentle with your hands, and know exactly how to make him feel so flustered. placing his own hands on yours, he intertwines your fingers with his, dragging your hands across his lower stomach to wrap around him tighter. "y- you really think so?"

"of course i do, love, everything you design is beyond beautiful, but this one especially...

"would- do you think you'd live in it?"

"oh, absolutely! strangely enough, it looks just like how i imagined my home to be when i was younger"

unbeknownst to you, kaveh is uncontrollably smiling like an idiot, knowing that you approve of your future home really gives him even more motivation to put his all into every single one of the blueprints, making sure not to miss even a single detail...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

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[macsimagines]

Could I ask for Kisaki, Rindou, and Draken with partners that are insecure? Like they truly believe that their boyfriend/husband could do so much better than them

I've done this one already for Kisaki and Draken here but I can def do one for Rindou!! this is kind of like a part two to my EX! Ran Haitani headcanon set!! also idk why text colors are being weird i'll try to fix it later on

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI,

Yandere!Rindou Haitani

He loves you, adores you even. You're so soft and kind compared to his hard and mean. Rindou has always taken pride in being who he is. He's a Haitani brother, feared allover Tokyo and a ruler in charge of Roppongi.

But for you? Just you- He's Rin. Your loving boyfriend that is never too busy to spend time with you and never lacking in affection. He'll hold your hand gladly or throw a reassuring arm over your shoulder.

All the love in the world can't stop the thoughts in your head though. He's so much more than you'll ever be. You've seen him in action and his strength and overwhelming capabilities compared to your...to your anything just made you feel so dull in comparison.

Rin is beautiful, he catches the eye of every woman you walk past on the street. Rin is strong, he can beat men without breaking a sweat. Rin is powerful, he has people that flock to him at his beck and call and you are nothing.

"I just... I just think I'm holding you back," you tell him, over the phone because you're too much of coward to say it to his face, "I want... I want what's best for you-!" "What the fuck are you talkin' about, you're what's best for me! Baby-please-!" "I can't! I'm not enough, I'm sorry Rin."

And you hang up the phone, block his number. Its better this way, you're sure by this time next week he'll have moved onto someone else, someone better that could keep up with someone as amazing as him.

But then something unexpected happens. His brother comes looking for you. Rin warned you about him once, said that after a bad breakup with his girlfriend he hadn't been the same.

"I thought they got back together though?" you had asked him confused after he had told you. He never answered you back, just got this weird look on his face before giving you a warning; "Try not to get too close. And try not to piss him off."

Yet here he was, at your doorstep staring you down like you were the scum of the earth. Apparently you hadn't heeded the warning.

"Havin' fun?" he asks, not even blinking while he towers over you, and your voice is caught in your throat, too scared to even make a sound at the older Haitani. "Cause I'm sure fuckin' not."

And suddenly he's grabbing you by the hair so tight you're scared he's going to rip it from your skull, but no, he's dragging you out the door and down the steps of your apartment ignoring your cries and screams for help.

Muttering something the whole way to his car. Something like "...You bitches and the games you like to play. Fuck with our heads, you and my girl always got make fuckin' problems for us-"

Then he's shoving you into the passenger seat making sure you can't get out. One moment you feel like you've found your voice again and then the next it leaves you because Ran has a gun pointed right at you only seconds later.

"Your gonna fix this you ungrateful bitch," he spits, eyes so full of hate it makes you want to curl in on yourself, "Put my baby brother back together and act like you like it. Like you fuckin' love it. Or I'll kill you my damn self and make you regret makin' a fool out of the Haitanis. Do you understand, Y/N?"

You're not sure if you say yes or if you even or in affirmation before he's pulling out of the parking lot and speeding dangeroulsy to some unknown destination.

And you are crying, silently shaking and sobbing because you're so scared of what he's going to do and he's still holding the gun right at your head, muttering to himself yet again.

"I'll make it right- I'll fix him and he'll be ok- fuckin' women making us loose our goddamn minds-,"

Finally you pull into a warehouse, abandoned by the looks of it and new found fear arises in you- Is this where Ran is going to kill you? But no.... This is where Rin is.

You see him first, his eyes are dark and he looks so tired from his usual self, and his expression is so empty, so emotionless that you're worried for a split second but then you see...the man. At least that's what he used to be.

His face is beaten in, and his body is contorted in such a mangled way you're sure his limbs had been broken, and Rin is on top of him. Pummeling away at the already red and mangled face.

You can't help the small gasp that leaves you and you probably would've ran out there screaming had Ran not been holding you by the neck.

But your scream was enough to alert the younger Haitani, and he turns to look at you with eyes wild like an animals. "Y-Y/N?" he whispers standing on shaking legs, "B-baby is that you?"

It didn't matter how hard you tried you couldn't make out a single sound, too shocked by the scenes unfolding around you. Thankfully, Ran wasn't short on words....

"Ya, I brought Y/N here 'cause she has somethin' to say," Ran shoves you forward, making sure that the gun at his side is always within your view. A silent reminder of what he made you promise...

Rin doesn't let you get any words our before he's embracing you with bloodied hands, smearing another persons bodily fluid all over you... "Oh baby, please tell me you're back, please? Its been hell, I can't do this without you, I'm loosin' my fuckin' mind."

Its like your brain suddenly catches up with you. You have to say yes or else... "I-I'm back," you nod, hugging him back with shaking hands, "I'm... I'm sorry Rin."

And suddenly he's sobbing, pulling you away only so he could hold your face in his bloody hands to look into your eyes, "How could you do this to me, I love you so much,"

Ran once again, speaks. "You need to keep her in line," he tells his younger brother, much to your dismay, "Like I keep my girl. Don't worry. I'll teach you."

You could never leave Rin Haitani. Shame on you for even trying.

[hoe4rairai]

❌️ RAIAN FEVER TODAY ❌️

My Answers ❣️ :

1- If you were in Raian's universe, will you accept him as he is ? The murdere , the Assassin ...

Hard at the beginning, but I will grow a thicker skin if he only assassins bad people. Otherwise, it's a huge pill I might not even be able to swallow. Also, if he likes animals, it might be a bit easier to accept his job.

2- Continue dating him after what he's done to Alan ?

YES ... but it will take me a while to accept what I saw him doing, and i might not be relaxed for a while when he's around me. If I distant myself from him, he will go and never come back because he'll think I don't support him. However, I DOOOo support him, especially with these worms. But the mere fact that he torn a full-grown human ass apart will not settle well with me at the beginning . Speaking about it might be a good idea, but I can't show Raian my discomfort, as to him, it means weakness, and he hates mentally or physically weak people. My my discomfort might have, however, show unintentionally when he touches me or makes a sudden move on me. I can't help it, I am not a kure , my brain functions differently.

3- Will you support his mission to destroy the Worm and accept that he might never come back ?

I support his mission 💯... If He might never come back, I will probably disappear as well. In the alternate universe, Raian will be the air I breathe, so him not around ever again means no point for me to live , so i will go search for him in hell and live with my king for eternity .( too dramatic, I know 🤣 )

4- Will you be able to handle his rough handling and obsession over his power ?

Me personally, i am obsessed over his power and i brag about it whenever i get a chance, but with me, I might have to keep reminding him gently every now and then that I am breakable and I would need little TLC every now and then, specially that time of the month, he however, will do whatever he pleases until i show some physical discomfort, then he snuggles with me like a kitty, I SWEAR HE PURRRSSSSS.

5- If you were transported to Kengan universe, how would you seek his attention ?

Looooool .. I have no Fuckin idea .... he likes strong women physically and mentally. I will surely be a mantal challenge for him. It's not hard to be chased by men if you play the right cards, but with the Kure Devil, I better be quick-witted and challangbleonce once the bait gets hooked he will claim me. AND I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN. Am just worried about the aftermath ☠️☠️

6- In Kengan univers, how would you want to look like ? Describe yourself ( looks, figure, hair, strength, height, weight , foreign or Japanese , job.. what will your unique feature be ? SET YOUR IMAGINATION FREE

It's not so much different from how I look in reality. I am 162cm and 50kgs . umm, maybe longer hair , like a long breeded dark black hair. I would probably want to look like a human cute but sexy cat 😄😁😁 Meow. Though, I know he would be attracted to a unique beauty with a twisted yet mysterious personality that I can be, but Raian , likes his woman big and strong, so I might not stand a chance if ever ...

8- How you met ?

7- Imagine your first kiss / Sex .. ! It's NOT traditional ...!!!

First Kiss : forced, pushed, and messy but will deepen when I gradually lose my grip.

Sex : he won't be an asshole but he will manhandle me , and I think I will get attached after that. It won't be easy at first to adjust to his black sharp eyes paralyzing my body and soul or the positions he will force my body into that would make me very vulnerable and hopeless and SCARED but I will get attentive when he slows down a bit and relaxes.

I WANT TO READ ALL YOUR WILD IMAGINATION YOU HAVE ABOUT THIS MAN ...

At Fusui's apartment. Visiting, I saw a huge body laying on the couch semi naked face down . I mean, I could surf full board on that broad back ... Fusui gestured not to make a sound, but his presence tickled me so I purposely spoke loud, he Turned and his eyes looking at was enough to sent me into her room in a blink of an eye shutting close and wasn't sure if my mind captured the picture of his angry face correctly or I literally saw a real devil in my bestie's living room ..?!!!!!!

Disclaimer: My blog is a safe place for your imaginative mind. We all are wild for this man, and it's perfectly fine to have a comfort character. Don't be shy to go absolutely wild ... 😜 🎶 😉 🤪

[genderkoolaid]

Sending on anon but re: nothorses allegations (they're totally false) but I used to be a big blog wrt the #transandrophobia tag and I was also harassed as part of the smear campaign.

Tldr to other anon, but early on in the transandrophobia conversation, nothorses, myself and a few other transmascs were harassed by two accounts on here who claimed to be african-american twins (both afab). I say claimed to be, because they were well known in the fandoms they participated in for being repeat liars.

One of the twins got into some beef with one trans guy for using the term transandrophobia and that twin made it their personal mission to harass any and all transmascs talking about transandrophobia. I had never interacted with them, but ended up on a blocklist created by them and started getting anon hate.

Eventually, they started making up complete lies about random transmascs and people who defended us. One cis girl (also African-American) defended us and the twins started harassing her nonstop and accused her of racefaking, then called her an oreo.

Ofc, because some of the transmascs involved were actually white, this made it very easy for the twins to make up racial harassment (bearing in mind I had never interacted with these people and blocked them as soon as I appeared on the blocklist). When asked for proof, the twins would use the blocklist as proof all transandrophobia users were evil white men trying to tear the community apart.

Now here's where the game of telephone gets interesting as other anon seems to have it in their head the twins were two black trans women. This is completely incorrect- they both had afab in their bio and later on, one of the twins identified as a woman who is also trans (as in afab woman who is on the trans spectrum, which is not the same as trans woman in the sense of like, being mtf). But that twin did nothing to disspell any ideas they were mtf, despite the fact that wasn't true.

Long story short, I got hounded off the site, not the twins. As far as I know they're both still active on their fandom and witchcraft/tarot blogs. I won't say my old url and if you think you know, keep it to yourself. But if ykyk. I've long deleted my old blog now and not thought about any of this for over a year now. But I wanted to set the record straight again because I know from experience the game of telephone just escalates and escalates.

It's up to you whether you publish this ask or not (I know it carries the risk of sparking problems). But if not, feel free to save this and use it as a testimonial from a trans guy who *was* actually hounded off his old blog by the twins.

Thank you for this, I knew what happened in general but this is a good play-by-play of what exactly happened.

[pinkposies]

0.4 Haunted

So sorry for not being active! I’ve been busy with ACT prep and college apps, but I’ve finally gained free time :) Wc: 4209 Not proofread :P Please tell me about any mistakes. Song - Moonsoon by Tokio Hotel

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Elaine sat down, watching her friend pace back and forth. “I don't understand why you have to leave," Cami said, her face reddened. Do you even have anywhere to go?”

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore, Cami." She insisted, standing up to pull the stressed woman into a hug, “I’ll forever be grateful for your kindness.”

“You can’t expect me not to be worried about you! You’ve been acting so weird lately.”

Elaine pulled back from the hug to look Cami in the eye. “I’m pregnant!” She blurted out, a flush crept up her face, “And the father has decided it’ll be best if I move in with him.”

“The same man who you said left you?” She scoffed when the fae nodded. “Why would you ever want to go back to someone who treated you like shit?”

“I can’t go through this pregnancy alone, Cami and you don’t know the full story, okay?”

Cami sighed, For the short while she’d known Elaine, she knew once the girl’s mind was set on something, it was not likely she’d change her mind. “Just promise to call and visit me, please.”

“Of course! I’ve already planned for you to be the godmother of my baby." She giggled, trying to lighten the mood, then went in for another hug. “I love you, Cami; you’re practically family to me.”

“I love you too; don’t hesitate to call me for anything.” The two women stood in the living room, embracing each other. “Do you need help with your bags?”

Elaine shook her head. “No, it’s not much, but thank you.” She responded, awkwardly leaning down to pick up the two bags. As she headed towards the door, she turned around once more, whispering goodbye. Then walked out.

On her walk to the door, she couldn’t stop the tears filling her eyes. She couldn’t cry in front of Cami, knowing the blonde would also cry, which would make the process of leaving harder. When she stepped out of the apartment complex, she saw Elijah leaning against a black SUV waiting for her.

“I could only assume that you’re not taking the move so well.” Elijah pointed out the obvious as he observed the girl cry, “Please allow me to take your bags.” He voiced softly, in hopes the fragile girl wouldn’t be further upset.

She sat in the car when Elijah opened the door for her. Elaine waited until he put her bags in the backseat so she could speak to him. Watching as the man got into the car and started the car, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I don’t understand why I have to live with you two.”

“Elaine, you already have a target on your back; imagine what it’ll be like if word gets out that the Mikealson family is expecting a new family member,” he explained as he kept his eyes on the road. “Throughout the centuries, our family has gained enemies that’ll stop at nothing to get revenge, and you're not in a stable state to protect yourself.”

She put her face in her hands, bringing her knees to her chest. “I just don’t want to leave her. She was the only one there for me when my family dumped me.” Elaine hiccuped, “Cami was the closest feeling of a friendship I’ve had in a while. I’ve grown somewhat of an attachment to her.”

“Please understand, the decision we made would not only protect you but your friend as well.”

Elaine did understand, but she couldn’t help feeling guilty. “Am I even wanted? Klaus didn’t seem enthusiastic to have me back in his life.”

Elijah turned to finally look at her, his expression hardening. “If Klaus didn’t care for you, you'd be dead.”

“I’m just scared.”

“There’s no reason to be; I’ll do everything in my power to protect you. Your family now, whether he is willing to accept it or not.”

જ⁀➴

Waking up early, Elaine rushed to make breakfast for the two men as thanks for their kindness. She hated having tension with people, especially someone she was living with. Her mother always told her food was the way into anyone’s heart, and for once she was going to take her mother’s advice. She carefully baked and cooked many foods that she could think of, even though it was hard considering the brothers barely had any food in the pantry.

Numerous plates floated around the kitchen as the fae finished cooking. The sink was full of dirty dishes, which she used her mind to clean. When she was finally done with the garnish on the hashbrowns, she began to set the table. The floating plates were slowly placed onto the awaiting table that she decorated with flowers she found outside.

Elaine took a step back, admiring her work. She had made pancakes, beacon, beignets, fruit salad, hashbrowns, and cinnamon rolls. The fae was startled by someone clearing her throat; she quickly turned her head to see Klaus leaning against the entry of the kitchen.

“Oh! Good morning!”

Klaus’s face filled with amusement as he scanned the fae from head to toe. "I'm wondering why you were making so much noise." He slightly teased, “I see you made quite the mess.” He pointed towards her.

The fae looked down at her appearance; she had flour in places where flour shouldn’t be. She beamed seeing the vampire’s relaxed stance, “I wanted to make breakfast as a thanks to Elijah and you,” Elaine pointed towards the in a ‘Ta - Da’ gesture, “Where is Elijah? Did he leave early this morning?”

He clenched his jaw, a sign of hidden regret, “Elijah decided it’s in his best interest to leave.” Announcing nonchalantly.

“But why would he do that? All he could talk about yesterday was staying here to protect me.” Elaine tilted his head in confusion, observing Klaus’s extremely serious face.

Klaus scoffed, walking towards the dining table. He sat down, picking up a piece of fruit, “Maybe he got tired of your constant crying.” He shrugged, almost a little too smug, “The walls are pretty thin.” Klaus mocked her.

“There’s no need to be so hostile. I’m just concerned.” She muttered, avoiding eye contact by looking down at her feet. Confusion was a thick fog that clouded her senses; his sudden mood change practically gave her whiplash.

“Here's a suggestion: don’t stick your nose in something that isn’t any of your business.”

“What is wrong with you?” She stared down at the vampire, appalled. “If this attitude you have about what happened in Kallos, then we can talk about it.” Elaine pleaded, wishing to ease the tension.

“Are you that deluded?” Klaus, the sound of his laughter filled the quiet room. “This is about me finally thinking I’m free from the constant annoyance you bring! Yet somehow you find a way to pop back into my life!” His eyes were poisonous to even look upon; so much hatred tainted his soul.

Her eyes suddenly burned to hold back her tears, “Don’t say that! What we had was-”

“Fake! Did you seriously think I loved you?” He exclaimed, standing up and getting up in her, “God, you are so naive. I used you.” He slowly said the last three words.

“Fuck you.” Her words were almost squeaked out, betraying the tears residing behind her eyes and threatening to spill.

“The only reason you're here is because of that thing you’re carrying. Otherwise, I would’ve left you for dead.” He smoldered with resentment as he stared at her, “Clean this mess up.” Klaus spat at her, quickly leaving the kitchen.

Elaine fell to the ground as her knees became weak, She pressed her palms onto her mouth in an attempt to contain her sobs. She released all of the emotions she had been holding inside for the past few days. The overwhelming emotions she had allowed to grow inside of her exploded through the gates, leaving her powerless to do anything but feel.

Her tear-stained face was puffy and swollen with grief; she hated that she let him get the best of him. She hated that he was the one who drove her family away. She hated him. She had a lump in her throat and was blinking away the tears, anger surged up inside her, burning through her.

She swiftly got up from her place on the ground, speed-walking up the stairs towards one of the offices in the mansion. Her mind set on a book she saw when she was snooping around earlier in the morning. Elaine tried her best to open the door with it creaking; once she succeeded, she tiptoed towards the bookshelf.

The fae rapidly searched for the book that caught her eye earlier, flipping through the books. Finally, she spotted an almost ancient-looking book that read ‘The Lycanthropes.’

Her eyes widen, opening the book to the contents page. She flipped through the many pages until she found what she was looking for.

‘Wolfsbane, when ingested, causes a werewolf to become severely weak and feverish. In some cases, death

Elaine jumped as she heard a door suddenly slam.

“Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried.” A feminine voice came from downstairs.

The fire poker that was once placed in front of the fireplace ended up in her hand in an instant. She tightly gripped her weapon to her chest as she made her way to the stairway. Peaking her head from behind the wall, she saw a stunning woman with full lips, light blue eyes, blond hair, and pale skin standing seething with anger in the foyer.

“Who are you?” Elaine gained the courage to walk down the stairs, only stopping in the middle to ensure some type of safety.

“You must be that girl my brother Klaus knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet.” She bombarded Elaine, “Where's Elijah?”

Elaine shrugged. "Apparently, he just left.”

Rebekah stopped pacing and peered intently at the fae, “What do you mean, "He just left"?”

“Well, all night long he was reassuring me I’m wanted and that he’ll protect me. Come morning time, Klaus told me he left.” She whispered the last part, the post-adrenaline from the argument has yet to wear down.

“Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!”

Klaus opens a pair of doors and enters the room. “Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing." He bemused, seeming more in a good mood than Elaine is.

“They were very rude. Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends.”

“I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.”

“I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?”

“Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I.”

“Now where is Elijah?” A pinched expression spread over Rebeak’s face when Klau’s phone suddenly rang and went to leave. “Where are you going?”

“It appears the night is not quite over yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel.”

“Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together.”

“I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today.” He paused at the door and turned around. “Oh, and welcome home, little sister.”

“He sucks,” Elaine muttered when he left the house.

A small laugh escaped Rebekah’s lips as she turned to the fae, “I agree. I'm going to search this house inch by inch until I find what my evil brother has done to my good one. You're helping.”

જ⁀➴

Rebekah leads Elaine into a secret corridor. “What is the place?” Her words tumbled out in a rush; the closer they got to the end of the stairway, the colder it got.

“The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favorite.”

When reaching the end, Elaine squeaked when she got caught in a cobweb, flailing her arms around, “Get it off of me!”

“Relax, doll,” Rebekah’s laughter spilled out as she watched her freak out. “Come here.” She demanded; she picked the webs from the girl.

“Why are there coffins here?” Her voice was still traced with a hint of panic.

A sigh escaped Rebekah’s lips. “Klaus has a set of mystical silver daggers. One in the heart sends us into a deep slumber. Klaus gets his jollies from keeping us in a box until he decides to pull the dagger out." She abruptly stops in front of one of the many coffins. “That must be what he's done to Elijah. This one's mine.”

“That’s awful. Who would do such a thing?”

“He likes to be prepared for when his family members inevitably disappoint him. Elijah's isn't here—he must've stashed him elsewhere.”

“This is sick.”

“Welcome to the family, love. You should've run the second you realized Elijah was gone.” She offered, as a form of sympathy, “You'd best find a way to run.” She forced a smile before leaving Elaine alone.

In the quiet moments that followed, the only sound was the echoing resonance of sorrow, which lingered like an evil spirit over the room. Elaine shook her head in an attempt to get rid of the negative thoughts flooding in.

Examining the room even more, she began to realize she didn’t know Klaus as much as she thought she did. He seemed to be a completely different person.

“I got to get out of here." She whispered to herself, disgusted that someone would even think to do this to their loved ones. “Stars!” She exclaimed as she hit her on the corner of one of the coffins.

Elaine tilted her head to the side, seeing something shiny underneath the coffin. She kneeled, wincing when pebbles dug into her knees. Eyebrows furrowing and then releasing while examining the shiny objects. Connecting the dots, she noticed these must be the daggers Rebekah was talking about.

“It seems you’ve found the daggers.”

Elaine froze, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “Who are you?”

“You can see me?” The brown-haired man exclaimed.

“Uh yes.” She hesitantly nodded.

The man practically jumped with joy. “You don’t know how long I’ve been stuck in solitary. Felt more crazy than usual.” He seemed almost drunk with happiness.

“Who are you?”

“Kol Mikaelson.”

Elaine scoffed, “Great, how many more Mikaelsons are there?”

“Love, it only gets worse from here.” He muffled a laugh, seeming to be the only one laughing. “How are you able to see me?”

“One of the many abilities of being a fae.”

“A faerie?” He repeated as a question, “Faes haven’t walked Earth in centuries, and my brother knocked you up.”

Elaine grasped the daggers in her hand as she stood up. “Not for long, though, I plan to get rid of this baby and rid Klaus from my life.” Elaine had a lot of questions and worries, and her mind was racing with disorientation.

“Explains why you were sneaking around earlier." Kol drew his lower lip between his teeth. “My brothers won’t react so kindly if you go behind their backs.”

“I’m not scared of your brothers. I can handle myself.” She declared, scrunching up her face, "Plus, I don’t think Klaus would mind. You must’ve heard us earlier.”

His face twisted, “My brother may be borderline heartless and extremely paranoid, but,” His brows drew together as he went into deep thought and added, “It’s in your best interest to run as far as you can.”

Her mouth slackened in disbelief. “You can’t even make up a lie to make him seem good.”

“Selfish or not, I’d rather you stay here, so I’ll be able to bother someone.” He admitted smugly.

“I’m so sorry, but I need to do what’s best for me.” She apologized, his ghostly figure disappearing when she tuned him out.

જ⁀➴

Elaine gazed at the moon, silently praying for courage. The busy streets of New Orleans filled her ears—jazz music, cars passing by, and people talking. “Divine is the right choice, please give me a sign.” She whispered, “No, this is the only choice.”

She collected the droplets and swiftly dripped the wolfsbane in her. “Come on, Elaine. One upset stomach and you’ll be free.”

Elaine lifts the cup to her mouth but flinches at the horrible spell. She closes her eyes and drops the cup to the ground, the liquid splashing her leg. “I can’t do this.” Elaine sighed, quickly turning her head when a branch crunching came from the darkness. She immediately stood up, feeling the aura of something dangerous consume her.

“I didn’t believe when I caught wind of a fae being in New Orleans, thought your species was a myth. Mm, but the rumors were most definitely about your blood." He moaned, his eyes darkening and veins forming underneath.

When he reached for her, Elaine twisted her hand, hearing his bones crunch. The man roared out in pain, and instantaneously two other vampires appeared behind. She spins around, waving her hand, causing the two vampires to be thrown into the trees surrounding us. One of the vampires ends up impaled; she goes to snap their necks until she feels the vampire behind her put her in a headlock.

Suddenly Rebekah shows up and rips the vampire’s heart out. “Now, that is no way to treat a pregnant lady. I do hate bad manners.” She scoffed, throwing the heart on the ground. “You surprise me, doll, You're not as helpless as I thought.”

જ⁀➴ “Elaine, what were you doing in the bloody French Quarter in the first place?” Klaus growled, looking at the distressed fae, when she didn’t answer right away, that only angered him more. “Answer me!” His booming voice made her flinch.

“Doing us both a favor and putting your little baby out of its misery.” Everything in its path was consumed by the rage in her voice, which burnt like a raging fire.

Klaus runs at her with vampire speed and pins her to the door by the neck. Elaine gasps for air. Rebekah runs at Klaus with vampire speed, pushes him off of Elaine, and grabs him by the shoulders. Elaine coughs and splutters, massaging her throat.

“Keep your hands off her! She is pregnant, for God's sake! All of this bluster about not wanting the child, and then the second she tells you she's ready to get rid of it? It's okay to care. It's okay to want something. That's all Elijah was trying to do—all he's ever wanted for you. All we've ever wanted.”

Klaus lets out an exhausted sigh as he sits down on the stairs, putting his head in his hands. “I gave Elijah to Marcel.” He muffled through his hands, his voice filled with regret.

“What?” She was exasperated, face changing into disgust.

“Marcel was nervous. It's bad enough that one Original returned to town, but two? His crew was getting antsy. He wanted Elijah gone, so... I gave him a peace offering.”

“You bartered our brother?” She said in disbelief, but at the same time, she didn’t expect less.

“Have a plan. Gain Marcel's trust, dismantle his empire, and honor Elijah's wish that that baby be born. I am executing that plan the only way I know how. If you don't like it, there's the door. See if I care.”

જ⁀➴

Elaine opened the patio door, peeking her head out to see Rebekah staring into the darkness. The fae sat down next to the vampire, bringing her knees to her chest. "I appreciate you helping me. I don’t know how to thank you properly.”

“Us girls have got to look out for each other.” She smiled at the younger girl, placing her hand on Elaine’s knee.

“I know I shouldn't stick my nose into your business, but if you know that guy has Elijah, why don't you just get him back yourself?”

"Because if I cross my brother, there's still a coffin downstairs with my name on it.”

Elaine smiles at Rebekah before reaching down and grabbing something wrapped in cloth. “I found this and thought it was best to give them to you.” She announces and unfolds the cloth and reveals the two silver daggers.

“Oh, my god.”

“If this is the only thing holding you back from getting back Eligh, then here you go.” She placed the daggers in Rebekah’s awaiting hand. The vampire’s eyes sparkled with awe, bringing Elaine into an embrace.

“Thank you.”

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“I didn’t use it.” She blurted out, she was pretending to sleep when she heard Klaus sneak into her room.

“What stopped you? You could have been free of all of this... of me.”

Elaine shuffled in the bed to set up, patting for Klaus to sit, which he accepted. “Klaus, as much as I want to hate you, I can’t bring myself to.” She gained the courage to express her feelings. Elaine looked towards the window. “I know you say what we had was fake, but I only felt love for you during our time together,” she muttered, hating that her voice cracked.

The room fell silent; she felt his eyes on her, but she didn’t dare look at him. Only when Klaus’s hands touched her balled-up fist, unballing them before she caused any harm to herself did she look at him and say, “What I said yesterday was misplaced anger. You didn't deserve that.”

She sighed, biting her lip. “I only want us to get along, Klaus, but you need to put in effort as well.”

“I’ll try, dearheart.”

“This whole thing with Marcel—the deal you have with the witches, trying to take him down, take what's his—Rebekah told me that you two once loved each other like family. What happened?”

“I made Marcel everything that he is. I treated him like a son. And when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we believed Marcel was killed—we each mourned him in our way. Yet, when I returned, I found not only had he survived, he had thrived. Instead of seeking us out, instead of sticking together as one, he chose to take everything my family had built and make it his own. Now, he is living in our home; he is sleeping in our beds. That 'M' he stamps everywhere... it's not for 'Marcel'. It's for 'Mikaelson'. I want it all back, and if I have to push him out to get it, then that's exactly what I'll do.”

Rebekah burst into the room before Elaine had a chance to speak. “You were right. The girl, Cami—she's the key. Marcel likes her, and because of that, I got to see the secret weapon of his that you've been going on about.”

“Wait! Cami? Like white girl with blonde hair, Cami?”

“You know of this woman?” Klaus questioned.

“She was the one who took me in once I got to New Orleans.”

Rebekah cleared her throat. “We’ll be able to establish a plan using her with you later, Elaine, but a girl, Davina. She can't be more than sixteen is Marcel’s secret weapon, and I have never felt power like that.”

“A witch.”

“She's not just any witch; she's something I've never seen before, something beyond powerful, and now because of you, she has Elijah. Who knows what she could do to him?”

“Where is she?”

Rebekah stops her rant to think, “That clever bitch. I don't know.” She angrily blurted out.

“What's wrong?”

“She wiped my memory of the location. Marcel possesses a weapon bigger and more powerful than an original, and you handed our brother to him! How many times will Elijah forgive you? How long until his hope for your redemption finally dies?”

“I did what I had to do! Marcel took our home!”

“And our home is worthless without family. I am finding Elijah—whatever it takes. Are you going to help me?”

“Whatever it takes.”

“I think I can help with gaining your memory back.” Elaine inserted herself into the conversation.

[euphreana]

The Shape of Truth - Chapter 8: Puttin On The Blitz

Masterpost

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Ambrosius and Nimona had almost two hours before their meeting with Meredith. In the rain. Nimona suggested they wait it out at the library. It was almost noon, and the study rooms would be filling up soon - they couldn’t risk not having one available. Ambrosius could think of a million things he’d rather do than wait at a library, but Nimona had a point. The library it was.

The cloak Ambrosius had brought was meant for style, not for keeping dry. He looked like a soaked rat by the time he pushed through the library’s massive front doors. As a fluffy dog, Nimona hadn’t fared any better. At least she could trot over to the women’s bathroom and shapeshift the water off.

“You going to dry yourself off, boss?” she asked, returning to the foyer in teen form.

Ambrosius looked down at his soggy attire.

“I don’t think I have that option.”

“Uh, hand dryers?” She pointed a finger towards the mens bathroom. “I’ll go reserve a study room.”

The hand dryers did precious little for Ambrosius’s clothes. He’d just have to deal with everything sticking to him for a while. At least his copy of the invoice and the packet of ash in his pocket hadn’t fallen apart.

Ambrosius sighed as he regarded himself in the mirror. Most of the styling product had been washed out of his hair, leaving it flat and limp. He combed it back with his fingers. Then he glanced at the hand dryer next to him. What if…

~ ~ ~

Nimona tried hard not to laugh when he got to the study room.

“So fluffy!”

“I know.” Ambrosius muttered and tried to brush his hair back more with his hand. It had probably looked better wet. “I got tea.” he said, holding out one of the two paper cups in the cardboard tray he was carrying. “You liked the stuff this morning, right? Earl Grey with milk and sugar.”

Nimona accepted the cup and took a long slurp.

“Yeah. Good stuff.”

Ambrosius smiled faintly. Ballister would have been happy someone else liked his favorite drink.

Ambrosius sat down at the study room table and pulled his phone out. Nimona snatched it away.

“Not today!” she exclaimed, pushing a holographic computer screen in front of him. “We’re not gonna wait around like cadets on exam day - we’re gonna get you cultured!” She clicked play on the video she’d pulled up.

“What—”

“SHH. This is a good one.”

The ‘culture’ Nimona wanted Ambrosius to experience was one of those subversive movies that The Institute had banned from wide release. Ambrosius got even more tense the moment he realized it. He would have told Nimona to turn it off... but once he noticed no one could see them through the patterned glass wall, his curiosity got the better of him and he let it play.

He could see why the movie had been forbidden at The Institute - the story was about a man who’d been falsely imprisoned, and it painted the knights guarding the prison as cruel and the prison itself as squalid. Ambrosius tried to point out the unrealism, only to get a ‘how would you know’ and ‘sh, this is a good part’ from Nimona.

It… was a good movie though. The music was ominous, the camera work was smart, and Ambrosius was surprised to see the actor had actually shaved his head and starved himself to fit the story. And the tension - you could cut it with a knife! Ambrosius watched as the prisoner began to set his escape plan into motion, and…

Loud, jarring music beat through the room’s speakers as waves of bright color splashed across the screen. Ambrosius jumped, startled. Nimona glared at the screen.

“Grrr… I HATE mid-movie ads!”

Ambrosius blinked. This felt familiar…

“Luscious locks! For the luscious you!” Golden hair filled the screen, then zoomed out to reveal the Ambrosius of several years prior holding a shampoo bottle.

“NO NO NO! SKIP! SKIP IT!”

“I can’t! It’s an unskippable ad!”

Ambrosius groaned as he watched himself proclaim the merits of whatever shampoo company had paid him that time. His hair had been longer then - long enough to pull back into a bun and stay within academy regulations.

“Aww, you looked good with long hair!” Nimona said, “Why’d you ever cut it?”

“Ugh. The Institute wanted a more ‘disciplined’ look for my graduation year.”

“You call that disciplined?”

“Hey I’m lucky they let me keep this!”

Nimona snorted.

“Well now that you’ve graduated, you gonna do something else with it?”

“I don’t know. Depends on what The Institute wants.”

Nimona crossed her arms.

“Well if you could have your hair any way you wanted, what would you pick?”

Ambrosius had to think for a moment.

“I don’t know… I did like it long.”

“Still blond?”

Ambrosius laughed.

“It’s been so long, I don’t think I can picture myself with dark hair.”

“Yeah? How about this then?”

In a flurry of pink sparkles, Nimona transformed into… him. Ambrosius blinked. It was like looking into a mirror. There he was; his mother’s eyes, his father’s build, and dark, silky hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Nimona cocked an eyebrow.

“So? How do you look?”

Ambrosius stared.

“… Real.”

It was at that moment the study room door opened and Meredith Blitzmeyer arrived. She stopped when she saw two Ambrosiuses. Nimona gave a grin and shifted back to her teen form. Meredith opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. Then she held her hands up.

“I saw nothing.”

Nimona paused the movie screen and pushed it away as Meredith set her laptop on the table. The laptop screen flickered on.

“You have my storage key, right?” Meredith asked cautiously.

Ambrosius reached into his pocket and set the key on the table in front of him.

“The emails first.”

“Right. Emails…” It only took a moment for her to pull up the subject of their meeting. “The first email came several weeks ago - a special order for a power source that could fit into a narrow space and release all of its energy at once. A controlled explosive for deep mining, it’d said.”

Ambrosius’s eyes skimmed over the email. It was from a ‘Fodere’ of ‘Mansley Mining’ - a self-described startup company.

Meredith continued, “I’ve engineered mining equipment before, so I didn’t think it unusual. They paid my asking price too, no negotiating. It all seemed legitimate.” She clicked to the next email, showing the schematics of the blaster. “I completed a final version for approval. Then they sent the sword to the lab, saying to install the power source inside, for ‘ceremonial’ use in their new mine. I thought it was suspicious, and then one of my assistants recognized the sword.” She scrolled down further, showing the final emails. “I tried asking Fodere followup questions before I reported it to Security. I- I thought it would be helpful to the case. I didn’t think…” Meredith paused and rubbed a hand under her glasses.

Ambrosius scanned the exchange. This ‘Fodere’ hadn’t given any additional information, just requests to finish quickly, and that they couldn’t postpone opening the mine.

Nimona leaned over Ambrosius’s shoulder.

“Who uses ‘prithee’ in an email?” she asked, reading alongside. “That’s like, archaic.”

“High-upper-class people do.” Ambrosius mused, “I’ve even heard The Director say it a few times.” It wasn’t a word Ballister would have used. “Whoever wrote these emails doesn’t mingle with commoners.”

It made sense - the vocabulary, the money involved - the perpetrator had to be a noble. Not that it narrowed things down much, but it at least ruled out a terrorist uprising. There would be a possible motive for framing Ballister then too - not wanting a commoner among the pure-blood ranks.

“When was the lab fire again?”

“The day before the knighting.”

“So this ‘Fodere’ got impatient, since he needed the sword the next day.”

Meredith buried her face in her hands.

“I should have just done it. The queen died anyway. My assistants didn’t need to die too.”

There was an awkward silence. Ambrosius tried to move on.

“Why the fire though? He could have just stolen the sword and blaster and put them together himself.”

Meredith raised her head slightly.

“No he couldn’t have. The power source was delicate. The officials said the fire was caused by one of the prototypes spontaneously discharging and setting off the others, but I had too many safety features to keep that from happening inside the lab - someone had to have done it on purpose.” Meredith looked up at him. “He made my assistants install the power source, and then set off the prototype to burn them alive. I’m only here because I was sick that day.” 

There was a long silence. Meredith looked away.

“Can I have my storage key now?”

Ambrosius slid the key across the table.

“Forward me those emails.” he told Meredith, “And let me get a video of you saying what you just told me.”

Nimona leaned between them.

“Um, privacy much?”

“What?”

“Come on, are you trying to get her killed? The perp is a noble - that’s like, half of The Institute! How do you know whoever you show the video to isn’t in on the plot?”

“That’s exactly what the video is for - if something happens to her, it’ll be a backup.”

Meredith was looking uneasy.

“If something happens—”

Ambrosius held a hand up.

“It’ll be fine.”

“Come on man, this lady’s too valuable.” Nimona threw a friendly arm over Meredith’s shoulder. Meredith still looked uncomfortable.

Ambrosius crossed his arms.

“As a knight, it is my duty to defend against threats to The Kingdom at all costs. If there’s a traitor inside The Institute, they need to be found and dealt with. For the greater good.���

“That ‘protect the greater good at all costs’ mantra is exactly what got your buddy killed.”

Ambrosius’s jaw locked for a moment. Then he found his voice again.

“Well what else is there to do?!”

“We could post the evidence for all the Kingdom to see.”

“Posting it would cause unneeded public tension.”

“That’s a good thing though! Once the common people realize the ones at the top killed both their beloved queen and then one of their own for daring to rise above his station, they’ll demand justice!” Nimona jumped onto the table, “Then when the nobles claim special privilege and get pardoned, the people will revolt! Tables will turn! Buildings will burn! And we can throw off the shackles of the system and rise from the ashes in freedom!” she threw her hands out for dramatic effect.

Ambrosius looked at her blankly. He wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Part of him wanted to report her for apostasy, and the other part was sure she was joking and he just wasn’t getting the joke.

Meredith closed her laptop quickly.

“I think I should go.”

“Wait—” Ambrosius tried to reach for the storage key, but once again Meredith was quicker than he was.

“I don’t want to be involved with revolutionaries,” she stated, “I just want to be left alone.”

“We aren’t planning a revolution! No one’s going to revolt over this! Nimona’s just…” Ambrosius shot Nimona a look, “… jumping to conclusions.”

Nimona put her hands on her hips.

“How is connecting the dots ‘jumping to conclusions’? This could be the spark that dismantles the establishment!”

“Not if we keep this quiet.”

“Keep this quiet? I thought you wanted everyone to know your buddy was innocent!”

“Not if the peace of The Kingdom is at stake!”

“You mean your cushy job?”

Ambrosius's eye twitched.

“I mean we can turn the guilty party in to the Justice Department, and they can do whatever they see fit.”

Nimona looked like she had a witty response to that, but she was cut off by the sound of the study room door closing. Meredith was gone.

Ambrosius and Nimona looked at each other, then sprinted through the door. It was lunch hour and the library was full. No sign of their only witness. Nimona gave a long groan.

“So much for that...”

Ambrosius scanned the crowd, determined to not lose his only lead in proving Ballister’s innocence.

“We can find her again. I- I can find out where she lives. Then-”

“If she’s smart, she won’t be at home by the time we get there.”

Ambrosius gritted his teeth.

“Then we’ll stalk her storage unit or something. We can’t just let her escape!”

“Then what?”

“Then we find out who did this! You want to know too, don’t you?!”

Several library patrons shot Ambrosius glares for raising his voice.

Nimona crossed her arms.

“I wanted to know back when I thought there were other heretics involved. But this is just turning into some high-class drama without results since you’re so concerned about your high and mighty job. I’m out.”

She began to storm away.

“Wait, Nimona—”

But it was too late - she too had disappeared, probably shape-shifted into some other person in the crowd. Ambrosius stood in the study room doorway in silence. He’d just lost everyone he could have considered a friend. Again.

Next chapter

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4. Share a dark thought? (Go on, vent a little)

IM GONNA VENT (this is behind oh well i had to get my feelings bubbling up)

honestly i hate canon or bust. it literally kills the joy and sucks the fun out of fandom. and even the source material itself. maybe it's just me being older and having been in fandom for literal decades, but like this crusade for Canon or Nothing At All is just so fucking bad and is just overall detrimental to engaging with the source material, with fanworks, and even just each other!!!

about to just drop everything under the cut because it's long and incoherent

like, okay. yes, do i want representation? sure. do i want stories written for queer characters deserving of story arcs equal or better than what the straights typically get? yeah of course im not a monster. but like, people don't even know how to handle the representation they do get. and then have the gall to ask for perfection when it does show up. that's the burden to bear of being the Chosen Ones is that the weight of expectations is heavier than, like, side character three. so i get it. i get all of that. i want the good things also. i want the ladies kissing ladies on television etc etc

but that's not what im talking about. im talking about the people who literally will just sour the well with their desire that if their Ship isn't canon then it's time to ruin the playground because if i'm not having fun no one can be having fun. and that's literally so terrible and bad and also makes everyone not like being there any more. you shat on their sandbox, you burned down the monkeybars. like, it's not fun there anymore. but the problem there (other than it's annoying and destructive), is that it just further puts fanworks under the agenda of Pushing for Canon Truth instead of, like, a fun thing to share and do with your community.

another caveat here: OF COURSE fandoms have been doing both of those things this whole time, but it just always feels like when i see a push for "make X canon" (X being a ship, 99% of the time), it almost doesn't care about just enjoying yourself??? making a ship canon can be and is important in the larger landscape of media, culture, and representation. yes yes, i'm with you. but i think especially in fandom spaces if canon is not there, then what else is left? is such a bad take.

the rare pairs are there. the multiships. but not even just ships, but dynamics between characters. there are probably other strong contenders for the piece of media that irrevocably changed the landscape of fan/media relations, but since i *was* in the glee fandom, i'm gonna blame that one. i think the nature of how glee essentially opened access to the actors, to the producers, to the showrunners that had direct impact on the source material's canon kinda set up the groundwork for how the rest of media would evolve for the next decade. the ship wars and the ship polls were kinda insane back then. idk if it's still insane now because i've retired from my 'fandom city apartment' to my 'fandom small coastal town bungalo' and just minding my business. all that to say that even as a shipper, 90% of fandom conversations when it comes to Canon is literally just the pursuit of making their two white men (or women) kiss.

which means that we lose out on actual conversations and discussions around character development, dynamics with others as foils or as antagonists, and the larger implication in the plot of the whole thing.

i know the desire for canonifying two characters with insane chemistry and with storylines that lead to romance were they cast as one heterosexual male and one heterosexual female comes from the unfairness and frustration that if it's already right there, why not just fucking do it? listen we're all fighting an uphill battle for equality across the board, so any step forward is gonna be met with a step back, if not more. so like, i'm cognizant of this. so i get why. but when the entire persona that someone displays is just to push for wanting a ship to be Canon above all else, that's when it breaks down for me.

i doubt im making any sense at this point so im just gonna close this out by saying that yeah, i want similar things at the end of the day. i also want the two women with insane chemistry and whose storylines beat for beat match that of a heterosexual pairing had they been cast as such. but canon is not my business, i have nothing to do with that. because i don't make my fun at the doll shop where i bought my barbies. that's not the appropriate place for me to play. i make my fun in the sandbox where i stick the barbies' heads in the sand, as a treat.

[zethwritesss]

Heartthrob

modern au: actress!ellie x actor!reader, afab!r, reader plays a female character, but they/them pronouns are used for reader.

Warnings: cursing, no use of y/n, reader is not fem, angst, fluff, eventual; kissing, substance use and smut. ALSO SPOILERS FOR 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU!!

Synopsis: Following a recent heartbreak you promise to never fall for another person again. Ironically you’ve been chosen to play a lead role alongside oscar-winning, Ellie Williams. Ellie is an actress you’ve looked up to since you started your acting journey. “10 things i hate about you” is a lesbian rom-com parody of the 1999 film of the same name. Despite the acting being a breeze you’ve encountered a major problem; can you and Ellie keep the romance on the set only?

word count: over 1k

Authors note: i don’t know how long this fic will end up being but your support and reblogs are very appreciated! also enjoy the little phone call audio!! i watched the movie last night and rip heath:((( GO WATCH THE GODDAMN MOVIE IF YOU HAVENT ALTHOUGH THIS IS A SFW POST MINORS AND MEN DONT INTERACT

soooo… with out further adieu:

Heartthrob: The Prologue

The clock read 7:04pm, you were situated in your tiny apartment located in L.A. Your phone buzzed, you picked it up quickly, excited that your crush, Freya had texted you. You and Freya had matched on a dating app over a month ago and things were going good so far.

Your heart sunk to your chest, your hands began to shake as you felt that familiar pain of heartbreak seep back into you. It's a feeling that you hate with every fiber of your being. It is one that leaves you unable to function for days on end. The girl who you had stupidly fallen for unfortunately had commitment issues, you mourned what you two could’ve had, the dates you could’ve gone on and you couldvt watched the cheesiest of rom coms together. “I will never fall for another girl again” you promised yourself, now ever so aware of the pain that loving someone can cause you to experience. You decided to send your friend Dina a message.

Speaking of rom coms you’re supposed to hear if you got the lead role for “10 things i hate about you'' the highly-anticipated, sapphic parody of the 1999 movie of the same name, starring Juilia Stiles and Heath Ledger. The role you auditioned for was for Kat Stratford, an abrasive but beautiful girl, who’s temperament leads her to not attract many women- and the rule her father has placed, which is that Kat’s younger sister can’t date unless Kat herself has a date. Over the course of the film Kat falls for a girl named Sarah.

Sarah is portrayed by Oscar-award winning actress Ellie Williams, Ellie has made herself well known as the lesbian heartthrob of the 2020s. Her presence sends any lesbian onto their knees, turning them into nothing but a muttering-stuttering gay-panic.

Thinking about working alongside her gave you chills and made your stomach do flips. You and Ellie were roughly around the same age, but she felt way out of your league. You’ve always looked up to Ellie since you saw her in her breakout film. She was an extremely talented actress, and has definitely made a name for herself.

You hear your door unlock. “Hey, I'm here! Where are you?” Dina says with a worried tone in her voice, she knows when you don’t give her much context to the situation that something has definitely happened.

“'m over here” you reply quietly.

Dina walks into your living room. You’re curled up in a ball on the couch, eyes red and puffy from crying. “Aww noo- what happened?”

“Freya and i- fuck… w- we didn’t work out.” You said, in between sobs, Dina hugged you, her hand rubbing your back as she held you. “I am so sorry to hear that- what can I do to help you out here hun? You’re pretty distraught”

“I- i don’t know Dina.” you said, quietly. “Maybe a distraction could help?”

“Ooh! Why dont you tell me about that role you auditioned for!?”

“oh yeah! You’ve seen the original movie right?”

“Yep I have! I’m really excited to see how this movie turns out!” Dina said, smiling, you could tell she was really excited.

“i auditioned for Kat Stratford- i don’t think i’ll get it though- OH FUCK- they haven’t even called me back yet!” You said to Dina, starting to get worried that they wouldn’t call you back.

You were an anxious, emotional heart-broken mess and desperately needed that lead role. Having that lead role would give you something to look forward to. Your phone rang, you quickly picked it up, hands shaking as you anxiously awaited your results. You set your phone down on the coffee table and set it to speaker.

“Hey, this is Jessica! You auditioned for the role of ´Kat Stratford’ in ‘10 things i hate about you’ right?”

“mhm- yep that’s me!”

You twiddle your thumbs together. “deep breaths” you tell yourself. You and Dina looked at eachother.

“Well congratulations! you got it!”

“Oh my god!! Thank you so much! I really needed to hear this.” you said, as a sigh of relief went through your entire body.

“Wait before you hang up, I've got someone else who wants to talk to you! Give me a minute as I transfer you over to her”

You and Dina were freaking out, excited butterflies erupting in your stomach. Dina had brought you into a very tight hug.

The phone switched over to the other person on the other end.

“Hey! It’s Ellie here! I wanted to congratulate you personally on the role, it’s well deserved! I'm really excited to meet you and work alongside you! I'll see you at the script reading on Monday!” Dina gasped and you put your hand over your mouth in shock.

“Oh my gosh it's such an honour to meet you Ellie!”

“And the same to you, you’ve got quite the talent for acting! Also feel free to write down my number, It’d be good for us to get to know each other before we start!”

“Yeah! Sounds good!” Out of the corner of your eye you saw Dina writing down Ellie's number on her notes app! “Thank god for Dina she’s a lifesaver for real” you thought to yourself.

“Don’t be shy and shoot me a message!! Really looking forward to connecting with you! Take care and see you soon.”

“Bye Ellie!”

“see ya later!”

Ellie hung up the phone and you looked at Dina, no words could come out of your mouth at the moment- your mouth hanged open in shock. You and Dina squealed and you two started jumping up and down out of the euphoria you were feeling.

“DINA- WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS THAAATTTT…”

“I DONT KNOW but i'm so happy for you! you’ve worked your ass off man!! This is well deserved!” Dina exclaimed.

“Dina give me her number- WOAH that sounds unreal. Ellie Williams herself gave me HER NUMBER LIKE WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!! All of the stans would kill to have those 9 digits! Is this a dream? Dina, slap me please!”

You said, your brain trying to process what happened.

Dina slapped you hard on the arm. “OW- Yep i’m definitely not dreaming”

“NO you are not-”

Your heart was still broken but you had something to hope for and something to look forward to, which really helps you move on. And Dina helps you too, Dina gives you that shoulder to lean on, she’s always got your back and you’ve always got hers!

TAGLIST: @m-3-ijiworld @anchoeritic @no-nameno-face @dropsofs4turn @little-star-bun @girlescapes @elliespookie

[edgessunflower]

Can you do this prompt with Damian priest!;

Yesss

Ferocious teddy bear

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader

Description: Your boyfriend's friends make you cry when they find you in their locker room not knowing who you were

You thank security for escorting you to the judgement day locker room, walking in to find it empty as you sit on the couch. Damian felt excited knowing you would be there to watch his match and introduce you and his three friends, you cheer and smile watching him on the monitor in the locker room feeling proud when he wins absolutely on cloud nine waiting for him to come back and find you to show him that you were there but to also show and tell him how proud you were of him hearing the door open to see three faces who immediately stare into your soul making you full of adrenaline, more alert, and more aware as you stand still feeling scared when the women steps closer to you "How did you get in here?" you ring your hands as you stare nervously at the two men then her "Security..I have a pass and I was invited" you back away when the two men get closer. You slowly raise your hands hoping they wouldn't get closer to you "Damian invited me here, he told security to escort me" they look at each other before talking not acknowledging you as you take two steps closer raising your hand out "I can cal-" suddenly the man with shorter hair turned and grabbed your hand making you yelp in fear "I say she's spying on us using our friend IN ORDER TO TEAR US APART AND THAT WON'T HAPPEN" you yell as you are thrown out of the room hitting the wall, quickly crawling in the corner crying in fear until you see a familiar pair of pants and gentle hands on your face "Mi vida what's wrong! Who hurt you?!" you cry as you hug him wrapping yourself around him hiding your face in his neck "Bebita look at me" you whimper and shake your head and yelp when you hear the familiar Australian voice. "Hey dames what-" Rhea stops when she sees damian set you down in a chair and hold your face "Please tell me" you cry while slowly looking at the trio who were staring in shock and then fear when damian follows your eyesight slowly watching his face morph from concern to pure rage as he gets up and walks to the three yelling "What the fuck happened?! What did you do to her?! Why the hell is she so scared that not only is she crying but practically wrapping her whole body around me!" they all immediately yell and talk over each other as he grabs finn when Dom yells out that he had thrown you in the wall "YOU DID WHAT MOTHERFUCKER?!" you run grabbing and wrapping your arms around his making them all look at you as you look him in the eyes leading him to put him down and wrap his arm around you still watching the three. You slowly feel calmer as he pulls you away "I was in the locker room and they came in and thought I was spying on you guys...said I was using you before throwing me out" he feels more anger but knowing how you hated fighting he only kisses your forehead and hugs you before going back with you behind him keeping your eyes on the ground as you sit in a chair down the hall while the four talked before damian grabs your hands and brings you over making you nervous and grip his hand tightly, first dom apologized ending with a kind hug, finn was next giving him a nod and small smile, and after a few hesitant minutes rhea says a remorseful apology giving a quick side hug before slowly they learn more about you and immediately loved you.

[horizon-verizon]

I really hate the idea in the ASOIAF fandom that if a female character has a child not fathered by her arranged marriage husband, that she should be condemned by said fandom, that she is a “selfish” and “spoiled whore” and “unsympathetic” (as if male characters aren’t also fathering bastards too). If I’m gonna go through months of vomiting during pregnancy and risk dying in childbirth, and if still surviving, get my genitals ripped apart and permanently injured pushing said child out, you bet your ass I’m gonna find a way beforehand to make sure my child is fathered by a man I love or at least attracted to. Especially even today women don’t get the right to abort pregnancies from rape or get to block said rapists from visiting them and their child. Noblemen in Westeros get to control their wives and daughters and sisters through arranged marriages, but god forbid noblewomen wrest back some of their agency by choosing who gets to be the biological father of their children. It’s a bold, praiseworthy, and justified act of rebellion.

I could never hate a woman for passing off her illegitimate children as trueborn. Matter of fact, I think more Westerosi women should be doing that. I do not care in the slightest about their husbands. Do what you have to do to survive.

If I’m gonna go through months of vomiting during pregnancy and risk dying in childbirth, and if still surviving, get my genitals ripped apart and permanently injured pushing said child out, you bet your ass I’m gonna find a way beforehand to make sure my child is fathered by a man I love or at least attracted to. Especially even today women don’t get the right to abort pregnancies from rape or get to block said rapists from visiting them and their child.

What does a (cis) woman gain from something that can seriously debilitate her--even risk death--and that (cis) men will never have to suffer to gain? What right does a man have to determine when and how a woman should give birth, especially when they aren't even doctors who work in good faith.

That's the thing, isn't it? Reproductive labor and who it's supposed to benefit...how it was engineered to benefit a man's/the "public" economic and sociopolitical needs or advancement and over the woman's health AND happiness. There is nothing honorable about monopolizing a woman's body as if it is a resource in the first place, so yeah, idc if a woman finds a way of getting her body back.

Like kataraavatara said HERE:

You realize that you yourself do not have to cosplay a member of medieval nobility to enjoy the series, right? Understand that it’s a medieval fantasy setting, but also one written by an author in the twenty first century. You’re supposed to understand why certain characters have their values and critique them, not fucking adopt medieval values yourself, you dingbat.

[derangederensimp]

More than Friends?

Attack On Titan Smut

Zeke Jaeger x Y/N x Erwin Smith

Cw: AU where Zeke is apart of the Scout Regiment, some plot, mainly self indulged smut seeing these men together and instantly saying I want to take them both. Threesome, smut with plot, hickeys, sloppy kisses, dirty talk, Creampie, oral fem and male, aftercare, heavily self indulged as stated before. NOT FULLY PROOF READ

Minors DNI

Photo credit unknown please let me know if you know who made this! I got it from zekeyeageraot on Instagram.

You watched your two commanders, two friends stumbling out of a bar laughing loudly to each other holding each other up trying not to fall over. You thought grown men could hold their liquor but seeing that Levi wasn’t with them to babysit they must’ve gone overboard. “You two are a handful” you mumbled to yourself walking towards the men.

“Oh what do we have here? If it isn’t our sweet y/n” Zeke said hiccuping, a smile on his face. “If it isn’t two drunken fools.. no offense Erwin” you said. “None taken” Erwin softly mumbled and chuckled. “Let’s get you two home”

Easier said than done, they went dead weight here and there and getting to their own places was just not possible. Sighing to yourself you managed to hold up both of them as you held your arms behind them and walked towards your house as it was the closest. Getting the door open you put Erwin on one couch and Zeke on the other setting glasses of water on the coffee table before going to your room and shutting the door. Taking your pants off and bra settling into a baggy shirt and crawling into bed. Your body exhausted from all the weight of two men who towered over you.

The sun shines through the curtains as you picked your head up from the mattress, your hair all messed up, you opened your eyes to see Zeke’s face inches away from yours, startling you slightly and feeling an arm slung over your waist. It wasn’t Zeke’s arm, it was Erwin’s. You were still tired so you closed your eyes and drifted back off into sleep but soon after waking up to Zeke and Erwin shifting in their sleep. “It’s about time for us to get up, we have to go make our rounds” you groaned, pushing on the two of them.

Their eyes shoot open and stare at you, to each other and back at you. You completely forgot that you weren’t wearing any pants, your cheeks growing pink. Clearing your throat “we didn’t do anything. I left you two on the couches last night and you two still ended up here. Come on I’ll make some coffee” you said, getting up and jumping into some pants and walked into the kitchen bringing out three cups from the cupboard. “Sugar and cream, anyone?” You asked. “Cream please” Zeke called from your room. “Just Black” Erwin said. Zeke walked out first scratching his head before grabbing his cup and sitting on the couch. Erwin did the same, humming in delight at the taste.

“You know we are off duty today y/n?” Zeke finally peeped up, raising a brow at you while you took a sip of your coffee. “An excuse to get you two up” you softly said. “Aw do you not want to hangout with your two best friends” Zeke said, pouting his lip out before taking another sip of his coffee. “Wasn’t my plan to take care of you two on my day off but suppose company wouldn’t be bad. Do you two not have something to do?” You asked curiously.

You knew you were in a position where many other women would love to be in. Zeke and Erwin were both very attractive men and as much as you hated to admit it to yourself you did like them both. A little crush was fine wasn’t it? You thought to yourself. What was that nickname they always called you? “Our y/n” you said in your head.

“Y/n… y/n? You getting lost in thought?” Zeke said waving his hand in front of your face. “Oh, sorry yeah what were you saying?”

“We said we aren’t busy and hanging with you all day seems fun” Erwin said, patting the spot open between him and Zeke. Filling the gap, both men moved closer to you. “What do you usually do on your day off y/n?” Zeke asked his voice, sounding deeper than usual must be his morning voice, you thought to yourself. “Usually sleep, relax, enjoy alone time” you said, sipping your coffee before looking at Erwin and Zeke. “What?” You asked, seeing that they both were amused.

“Nothin, just haven’t seen you act this shy before what’s going on?” Zeke asked, softly grinning. “Our y/n being shy? That’s a first” Erwin spoke, your cheeks flushed pink there it was again that damned nickname. “There it is” Zeke cooed, softly chuckling. “Why do you two call me that?” You quickly spat out avoiding their gaze. “Hm, not sure how to answer that. You are just ours, not in a possessive way but in a loving way if that makes sense” Erwin chimed in. You rubbed your eyes, pinched your skin. This had to be a dream.

Zeke placed his thumb under your chin and tilted your head into his directly and up to look at him before his thumb moved to your lips softly swiping across them “so soft.. mind if I get a taste?” he asked. Your body moving on its own, nodding your head yes, Erwin reached around, grabbing the coffee cup from your hand and setting it down on the table before sitting back into his position. Zeke cupped your face into his hands pulling your lips to his. Short but multiple kisses turned into long deepening ones, a soft groan escaping you. Feeling his lips form into a smile before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

His eyes were blown with lust as you stared at him catching your breath, your cheeks turning pink again remembering Erwin was behind you. “E-Erwin I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologize. You're enjoying yourself are you not? Keep going- if you want.” He said. The heat between your legs pooling at the idea of him just watching. Zeke grabbed you by the waist guiding you to straddle him, his hands rubbed up and down your thigh as you connected your lips with his again. Slipping your tongue into his mouth pushing his tongue around, your hips softly moving on him before he pushed you down harder feeling his cock grow harder and harder beneath you made you gasp pulling your lips off of his.

“You're wet aren’t you?” Zeke whispered into your ear. His hand stroked at your thigh “yes” you breathed out. “Do you want us to take care of that for you?” Erwin said. Your cheeked burned pink not expecting to hear the man behind you to say something. Erwin didn’t seem like the type to be apart of this but you were glad he was “please” you mewled, turning your head to look back at Erwin. His hand was palming at the large visible bulge, his cheeks were flushed as he stared at you with a soft smile on his lips. “Well you heard her Zeke”

Zeke picking you up in one swift movement carrying you to your bedroom Erwin following close behind and closing the door with his foot. Setting you down on your mattress both men stared down at you “is this what you really want?” Zeke asked not laying a hand on you. “You can say no and we can forget this ever happened, go back to how things were before” Erwin reassured.

Your brain was spinning but your mind was dead set on this. You wanted both of them in this exact scenario so badly for so long but you didn’t have the guts to act on it on your own. Patting the places beside you they sat down, placing your hand on each of their cheeks you caressed them “n-no I want this. Definitely want this.” Both men went for your neck peppering it with kisses before they went to sucking spots leaving red marks behind, working in unison to get your sweet sounds past your lips. Lifting your shirt up and tossing it off to the side revealing your fully breasts.

“You are so damn hot” Zeke said, staring at the site and licking his lips. “I’ve been dreaming of these since I accidentally caught a peek when in one of our training sessions when you too off your bra saying it was too constricting ripping it off and just slightly I caught a glimpse” Erwin said. “You two can share play nice” you melwed watching their faces back and forth as they both grabbed a breast in hand massaging them. Their touches were completely different. Erwin’s was soft, going at a slow pace but Zeke was trying to get ahead wanting more being greedy and you noticed. “Let me suck it” Zeke at you his eyes were half lidded already in a trance.

You moaned at the feeling of their fingers tweaking your hardened nipples before you could speak up “g-go ahead” you said, resting your hand in Zeke’s hair as his lips wrapped around your nipple. His tongue flicked it back and forth a few times before he sucked on it gently. Your grip tightened as you moaned his name. Erwin did the same, hearing his name on your tongue made his cock feel like it could explode even if you didn’t touch him.

The pooling between your legs was making you feel impatient as you felt like it would start flowing out of its confined space in your panties. They both were turning you on so much and they barely even touched you.

“Erwin I want to suck you off first” you cooed into his ear after you pulled his face to your lips giving him a small peck. “Zeke please will you fuck me” you turned your head behind you looking back at him his cock was already leaking pre from the reddened tip. “Mm not yet, I want to get you ready first” Zeke tutted with a smirk on his face. Erwin and Zeke got up from the bed undressing themselves, you couldn’t help but stare at this cocks. Both of them were huge in their own ways. Erwin was girthy with some length and Zeke had a proportional cock. Thick and long veins that made your mouth water as well as your cunt clenching around nothing in excitement.

“Let’s get these off of you” Erwin said, hooking his fingers on your pants and tugging them off of you with your underwear leaving you bare. You squeezed your legs shut tight trying to hide how wet you were but you were no match for them they already could tell.

Erwin got himself positioned on your bed, sitting his back on the headboard as you knelt in front of him. Zeke crawled behind you and plopped on the bed sliding himself underneath you, his head right where he wanted to be. A perfect spot beneath your cunt. His arms hooked around your thighs locking you in. Looking up at Erwin you tucked your hair behind your ear giving his cock a few pumps before spitting on the tip. His groans were so cute to you as his face distorted. Zeke caught you off guard a bit when he pulled your body down onto his face. His nose hitting your clit making you moan and squeeze Erwin’s cock with your hand slightly coughing Erwin to then moan out your name.

You never thought you’d hear him moan your name like that. Zeke's tongue went flat, licking up from the end of your cunt to your clit. His lips were so soft on your folds as he moved them on them. Your lips kissed the tip of Erwin’s cock collecting the pre on your lips, your tongue licking up the taste and watching Erwin’s face for when you put him into your mouth, his hand coming to your head holding you steady his thigh twitching. Zeke kept his nose at your clit while his tongue worked on your entrance, sticking it in and out and wiggling it around before he put a finger inside to massage your gspot.

Your mouth felt heavily on Erwin as you took the rest of him into you. Your hand rested at the base of his cock holding it with pressure to make the blood go to it. You sat ideal for a minute as zeke added another finger inside hooking it and hitting your g spot repeatedly your moans vibrated Erwin’s cock making him moan at the feeling. “Y/n if you cum for me I’ll fuck you really good” Zeke said when he removed his lips from your core. His facial hair was soaked in your juices but he didn’t mind he was fantasizing about this very moment for ages and he couldn’t be more happy for it to be happening right now.

The knot in your stomach was building up tighter and tighter as he went at your clit with mouth licking and sucking and his fingers at your g spot, you couldn’t help but ride his face helping position yourself to reach your orgasm. Holding onto Erwin’s thighs your body shook as you came all over Zeke’s face. Panting loudly to catch your breath Erwin caressed your face “that’s our girl”. Zeke got up from under you and pulled your jaw over to him kissing your lips and letting you lick some of your juices off his lips. You weren’t expecting it to taste good but you were pleased and happy that Zeke looked to enjoy it.

Getting behind you he rubbed the tip of his cock at your entrance, letting his pre act as a lube besides your juices before he attempted to put himself inside. “I don’t have a condom on, is that ok” he asked wanting to make sure, if you weren’t he’d run to his apartment to grab the entire box. “I’m on the pill” you said winded as you still were catching your breath.

His tip stretched the entrance of your cunt making you cry out his name burying your lips on Erwin’s cock and pumping the rest of his length in your hand. They both were pleased to hear how hot you sounded, exactly what they thought you’d sound and feel like. “F-fuck, just put it in already” you said in between of sucking Erwin off. “Impatient but if that’s what you want” Zeke said, slamming his hips into your ass making a loud slap noise. Your grip on Erwin tightened and your moans were heard even with his coco stuffed in your mouth.

Zeke set a pace that he could tell you liked, your cunt squeezing him beautifully making him feel like he could cum right now but he needed to hold out just as long as Erwin. Erwin was thinking the same thing the way your throat was constricting while

Sucking him off made him feel like he could cum at any minute but he needed to wait until zeke gave him the signal. Zeke rested his hands on your hips helping him use it as force to bring your body onto his. The sound of your bodies slapping together was so hot.

The knot in your stomach was getting tight again, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the tip of Zeke's cock hit your g spot over and over again. He could tell you were going to cum. “Go on y/n cum on my cock” Zeke said proudly. He was getting cocky literally, losing his mind in pure bliss buried in your cunt as he brought you to your second orgasm. Your body spasmed and your loud moans became a whine as you became overstimulated. Zeke let you ride out your high before he started thrusting again. He was getting close too.

A few more short hard thrusts, the noise like music to his ears of his balls slapping against your thighs made his mind go crazy. Erwin was losing it as how sloppy your face was, saliva was pooling at the corners of your mouth as you continued to suck him off. Letting him go with a pop before sinking your mouth back onto him

Zeke put his free hand in a fist on his chest letting Erwin know it was time for them both to cum. “Y/n we have to cum alright, you be a good girl and take it all ok?” Erwin cooed. Erwin caressed your cheek pulling his cock from your mouth and pumping it on his own “open wide” he commanded and you did as he said. Both men shot white hot ropes into you. Zeke's cock twitched inside of you as your cunt milked him of everything he had before he pulled out. Shoving two fingers back inside to push any leaking cum back in. Erwin watched in delight as you stuck your tongue out showing him all his cum before you swallowed.

He pulled your body up to him to give you a kiss while Zeke kept his fingers inside. Once your kiss was over Zeke removed his fingers from your core and brought them to your lips “care to get a taste?” He watched devilishly as you rolled your tongue out and licked his fingers clean. His cock twitched wanting to fuck your all over again.

Collapsing onto the bed Zeke and Erwin went to grab a towel to clean up between your thighs and to get you a water to rid the taste if you needed. When they returned they saw you sound asleep once again. “She sure can sleep huh?” Zeke said. “I think we tired her out. Next time I get to fuck her cunt and you get her mouth” Erwin said. “Gladly, I’d love to keep this going” Zeke said, cleaning you up and making you take a few sips of water before letting you sleep. They both got back into bed with you and laid their arms across your body and falling asleep.

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Masterlist | Part 2?

[epickiya722]

[NOTE: This is long! This is an actual ask about Mineta and among other things that I thought maybe some of you may be interested in reading, but because the font is in orange (due to Tumblr glitching out on Anon and their autism) I'm posting it like this. I'm not too bothered by the color, but I'm sure there are others who may find it unreadable. Now, you do not have to read it. And if you do read it, you may comment or just send me an ask ONLY if you're polite. Don't attack anyone over this. No matter how you may feel about Mineta, BNHA, Horikoshi, a dog, a cat, ANYTHING or ANYONE... DO NOT BE DISRESPECTFUL. Please keep any of your comments that you know are rude to yourself. And now, you may proceed if you choose to.]

Horikoshi said once in some interview that mineta is essentially a self-insert. Coincidentally, early-mha horikoshi had some pretty pervy tendencies (much like mineta—probably why he thought it would be cool to have such a character never really face consequences). The most famous example of this is probably the girls hero costumes, most notably Yaoyorozu. He mentions in an aside very early on in the story (volume three or something?) that he can’t seem to help himself and her boob window always gets bigger every time he draws it. Then there’s uraraka saying she didn’t want such a tight costume, Hagakure being naked, etc. When the anime started airing there was another interview where he said he really appreciated them making uraraka curvier than in the manga, because he likes curvy women. One could also use midnight and mount lady as examples of this but I’d say it’s more of a way of discussing mature themes surrounding hero society and all of its consequences rather than actual sexualisation. Something that sets him apart, even at this early stage, from other shonen mangakas is that he doesn’t only do this to the women, but the men as well. If Yaoyorozus hero costume is revealing, what about kirishimas (this comparison is my favourite because they both need skin showing for their quirks to function well, so why is one considered bad and the other fine? Because one is a boy and one is a girl? Please keep in mind I am not trying to say that kirishima is sexualized. It’s just food for thought)? If urarakas suit is considered too tight, then look at all might. You could probably see the outline of his dick from fifteen yards away when he wears that costume. Then there’s mineta, who makes certain comments regarding the women in his class. But what about mount lady and how she treats shoto? Or one of the wild wild pussy cats asking the boys in class 1-A how old they are to see how long til she can marry them? Unlike basically every other shonen out there, the sexualisation (at least as far as I can tell) is not based in sexism. It’s across the board, and we only notice it more when it happens to women because we are used to it happening to women.

For a long time, I hated horikoshi for the same reasons I hated mineta (it was a love-hate relationship for obvious reasons). He was openly perverted and seemingly one of *those* guys. You know, the ones I’d be afraid to walk near after dark. Or before dark. But I still loved mha and really appreciated what he was doing within the story. As a side note, he writes the women very well, which is rare in shonen (again—love hate relationship with dear old horikoshi). But if you’ll notice, the farther along in the story you look, the less sexualisation there is. It’s gradual so you hardly notice, but compare volume four or five to volume thirty. The difference is stark. It’s not really that mineta has less lines (although since the war started that has been the case) he still talks, just differently.

I think what happened is, when mha started getting popular, horikoshi started seeing huge pushback to minetas character, which probably all came to a head when the anime made him say something super fucked up to eri. I don’t recall if it was in dub or sub or both, but reading back through the manga it’s a bit different and honestly could’ve been poor translation or my own misinterpretation. But in the anime it was clear what he meant. He can’t wait for eri to be older, for exactly the reason you’re thinking now. The process of horikoshi realizing his mistakes started long before this, though, and gradually you can watch him patch up the holes if you pay attention. The anime does a poor job of this, at least until season six. But around the time that season four ends (and this is present in the manga too) there is a scene of Mina tying mineta to a chair and forcing him to watch something. After that, the sexualisation in the manga is gone for good. I’d like to interpret this as horikoshi finalizing his realization and own personal character development. He is no longer pervy, just like mineta is no longer pervy.

The one exception to this rule is that infamous chapter cover. The one with Hagakure on the front? Yeah, when I saw that, it made me rethink all of this. For about two weeks I was convinced that I’d been wrong about it, and he really is just a pervert after all. But lo and behold, he said in an interview that he was running behind and didn’t have time to draw or pick a chapter cover. He handed a bunch of old concept art to one of the higher ups and told them to pick something. He said he was never expecting that drawing to see the light of day, and he figured they’d choose something a little more suited to the story. (A little fucked up that he drew that? Yes, I think so. But keep in mind, these are *old* drawings. People are allowed to change and, following this metric, I think horikoshi has changed quite a bit.)

All of this is to say, mineta is not really a bad person anymore, and also has incredible writing (whether it was purposeful from the beginning or a last minute change) which just goes to show how talented horikoshi really is.

[youremyheaven]

hello! i hope you've been in good health <3

i'm uncertain about how valid this is, since it might just be me being biased as a heavily mercury dominant person, but i think people come with this already made perception of negativity about mercurial energy.

don't get me wrong— i won't say ashlesha is never manipulative or that jyestha can't be toxic or that revatis can't be trickesters.

but listening to people talk just makes me think that most of them have an automatic setting— mercury=bad, and to believe otherwise, they need proof, solid evidence.

and logic goes somewhat like this—when you have an already biased opinion, you look for ways to prove yourself instead of maintaining neutrality and looking at all aspects. and considering how illusory and unstable mercury natives are, they give less shits about how you perceive them and this somewhat just reinforces the previous belief.

i believe mercury demands time to understand and get used to. if i may, (ngl, i'm kinda nervous about how serious this will be taken considering how much some of y'all hate mercury natives?? like it's genuinely scaring me at this rate like chill out😭) i'd like to share my own perspective of people and how they view me!

[ i have an ardra rising; ashlesha moon, mercury and ketu; mercury in tight conjunction with pushya sun (3 degrees) and tight conjunction with ashlesha moon (3 degrees) ]

first of all, i do not relate with the fact that mercury dominants are out of the world clever or smth, because i'm not. simple as that; in fact i look at others and go like, damn, that was some clever ass shit they just did and try to learn from that.

of course, there's a limit to what extent i apply that😂i don't look at toxic people and go like, 'oh yeah, that's a very cool way of gaslighting somebody...' no, not like that.

more like, 'oh. so they took that from me by making me nervous and putting me in the spotlight. maybe i can do that to take my stuff back too, then.'

secondly, i don't relate with the man stealer thing and being competitive with other women either? like women solidarity? i don't get it tbh; i don't even understand where it comes from. i even have some ashlesha native friends and they're all just as chill about this; in fact i don't even see them around men lmao

i used to be in this friend circle of three girls (two venus doms and one ketu dom) and trust me, i've never hated another girl the way i ended up hating these three. they always made me feel like i was being tore apart and examined, and felt judged all the time. i did stuff for them, never got anything except laughter in return and always felt pathetic. i never even felt a proper part of that group either, because they were always trying to avoid me when it came to the fun part of things. like i was disposable.

anyways!

one thing i wanna highlight here though—i easily get uncomfortable around men. and even the nice ones, i mean. my friends are all girls, and i would never trust a man, it's almost obsessive at this point. 🤦‍♀️

yeah, one thing i definitely want to say is that i do gaslight when i'm caught doing something wrong, or something i was trying to hide ngl. i'm trying to work on it, but it's hard to avoid this tendency. it's like i'm running away from what is my own responsibility; i'm trying to stop this tendency, but it's been there as long as i can recall.

anyway, here's my pov, if anybody gives a shit.

but i really want to call everybody out here—just because you have bad experience with somebody of a certain placement, doesn't give you the rights to claim the entire nakshatra/planetary nature as being 'bad'; what if i define bad as something else? does that make saturn dominants as bad people? or maybe mars or venus dominant people as bad? no! because your experiences of good and bad are as valid as mine! putting forth your opinion is one thing; and out rightly claiming it as correct or incorrect based on a personal view, is, (surprise, surprise!) wrong.

anyways, thank if you end up reading this! have a lovely day/night, love! <3

even Moon dominants weren't this triggered after a 2 part post where i cited Nazis and fascists as examples lol

people are going to have their own opinions and perceive naks and planets as bad or good based on their experiences, I have repeated throughout the many asks i received that any nak can manifest in good and bad ways but ok

i highly suggest you don't read anything on this blog for a little bit because you're taking this too personally

[alarrytale]

Shawn felt uncomfortable that people were speculating about his sexuality, because he was bullied his whole childhood for being feminine. He has multiple time supported LBQTH community, but has said that isn’t part of it. All of his actually partners got huge amount of hate. How would you feel like if people were hating on your partner (someone you love) and claimed you don’t love them or aren’t attracted to them. Do you realize how offensive that is?

Hi, anon!

Being young and being bullied for being feminine and having the word "gay" being thrown at you as a derogatory remark is awful. Especially if you're queer or questioning. It can make you insecure and can lead to internalised homophobia.

If he is straight it wouldn't impact him anymore when he turned successful and had girls throwing themselves at him. He'd gain confidence with female attention and sexual experience. He'd grow to learn that there is nothing wrong with being gay, he's just not, and know that protesting it too much would make him seem homophobic. He'd also learn that his sexuality being questioned could lead to interest from large target groups he'd otherwise as a straight man not have access to. Showing yourself to be lgbt+ supportive as a straight man is progressive and lauded by his target groups. There would be no reason to still prove you're straight and lashing out at the ones who speculate, and say you're hurt by the speculation.

Now, if he's not straight and the bullying has in any way impacted him, i'd expect to see him try to act straight and distance himself from things that will fuel the speculation. Someone who is suffering from internalised homophobia would lash out at the speculation like he did, but they wouldn't simultaniously drape themselves in rainbow flags and say things like men should wear crop tops because they look good in them. They'd certainly not get a "good boy" tattoo. A confident straight person would and a confident queer person would. Someone who is not straight and is queercoding like Shawn is, is confident in their sexuality. The only reason for him to vehemently deny it is if he's closeted. Someone closeted, and who is queercoding, lgbt+ supportive, and presenting feminine would need a beard to stay closeted and to curtail speculation about him being queer.

There is no smoke without fire. There is a reason why people speculate. It's not just down to him acting feminine and it's not something people do to hurt him. Because there is nothing wrong with being gay. I'd argue it makes you more interesting and sets you apart.

With Shawn everything is pointing at him being gay. Despite him saying he's uncomfortable with the speculation, his behaviour shows the opposite. I see someone who's known he's gay from a young age and who wants to be himself, but is under a label who wants to make him into a heartthrob who women throws themselves after. Much like Harry. His closeting has taken a toll on him mentally, because he wants to live his truth and be accepted for who he is, and he's stuggling with playing straight.

I want you to think about what you see when you look at Shawn. Can you honestly say that you don’t see it? There is nothing at all that makes you question him? Also think about the reasons why you're on my blog defending him from gay speculation. Do you want him to be himself and happy first and foremost or do you want him to keep fulfilling your own fantasy? Even if his attempt at doing so is making him deeply unhappy? I know it's hard to wake up and realise your idol is not who you thought he was. But before you double down in my inbox, take a look at all the information out there before you confidently say he's not queer.