#it's discouraging to get so many rejections

[blackrosesandwhump]

I thought I was a good writer.

But my short stories and poems keep getting rejected.

Feeling kind of discouraged.

[every-captain]

Yaaaay I get to work in another tarot deck!!!

[lazywriters-blog]

Aventurine with an innocent darling who's very vulnerable to his schemes and doesn't understand his motives for gifting her a ring, necklaces, expensive perfumes, and dresses that match his preference, finds it hard to believe that he's doing all this for her without a reason.

Doesn't say anything whenever he puts his hand around her waist and drags her along with him anywhere and everywhere he goes, when he leans close she doesn't move back, in a way Aventurine would find her daring and bold, which he would like. A lot.

Seeing as she never declines or rejects him, his advances, his gifts, his messages, their intimacy, and his touch, he considers her his best friend.

Which in time would soften his heart, they would play games that were to her liking (because he would always have her lose to his bets and wagers) but if you look at it from a stranger's point of view, she's playing a dangerous game and she's falling right into his trap, wearing his gifts, following him around, it wouldn't end well.

So of course, someone would eventually warn her and tell her to stay as far away as possible from the IPC executive, which to Aventurine's dismay, works. She's playing distance with him and doesn't laugh or smile as much as she would have before everything she was told messed up her mind, runs home after he keeps insisting that she stay the night and they could have a sleepover, however, they keep drifting apart every time he gets too overbearing.

Everything she does hurts his feelings and drags him further down.

Losing someone who didn't have ulterior motives, who didn't want him to be their friend for his money, influence, his looks, his luck, makes him all the more clingy and desperate.

He wants her back, so the first thing he does is make sure everyone keeps their mouths shut and never thinks about influencing his best friend. Which works, at least for a while.

He's attached to her, he can't consider losing her after everything they've been through, so even if she doesn't realize it, the damage has been done, and she can never look at Aventurine the same. Surely, he will learn about it soon enough.

He could try manipulating her, but what's the use? They've lost their genuine friendship, and it drives him crazy, makes him bitter, and makes him want to do things to whoever dragged his darling away.

He might resort to desperate measures.

So now, he's doing everything he used to do but ten times worse, giving her endless rows of gifts, and spending an unimaginable amount of money on her in hopes they can rekindle their friendship.

But something is still holding her back.

"You should stay the night," he said in his usual light tone, taking a glance to gauge her response. She smiled nervously, and he knew she would decline.

"No, I gotta get home but next time surely," promising him her next time had gotten old, even though she had only stated it twice. He looked away for a moment, trying his best not to squeeze her shoulder.

"You know, you've promised me that twice already and it still hasn't come true."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just... I don't want to bother you." she looked down.

"I wonder if it is because of those people. You can easily be manipulated, I've already told you that so many times, so why can't you try to form your own opinion?" he didn't say it in a belittling manner, nor was his tone heavy in malice but anyone could tell something was wrong.

Aventurine has never been passive-aggressive, at least not with her.

"That's... Kinda mean." she tried to pull his arm, trying to shrug off his touch but that didn't stop nor discourage him because he just laughed and pulled her back to him.

"I was just kidding! Surely you would have known that by now sweetheart." he also never called her 'sweetheart'.

She looked at him, his wide grin and beautiful eyes peering down at her had always consoled her but now it was telling her to run away.

But with how tight he was holding onto her, she feared it would be impossible to get away now.

[literaticat]

I'm at my wit's end. I've spent a decade trying to break through - 10 years with 5 novels coming super close with a variety of big publishers, who rave about my writing, ideas, etc. Feedback has been mostly positive. One even rejected saying "I don't know why we're rejecting this, it's EXACTLY what we're looking for and ticks all our boxes, but we feel compelled to reject it anyway." Is there just a "Do Not Publish" sign on my head? How to keep pushing ahead after so long and so much rejection?

(OP continues...) "Sorry about the rant, Jenn, and I know there's not much you can say as you don't know my specific situation. But it's just maddening. 10+ years of my life! I know everyone faces rejection, but I seem to mostly get positive feedback and so many "close calls" of almost getting a deal - a lot of interest, but then it just peters out. That "compelled to reject anyway" just made me start feeling like I'm just fated to never be published, no matter what? I'm unagented now, starting from scratch..."

OK first of all -- that rejection, if that is literally what they said, is utterly insane. I have to presume (HOPE? PRAY?) that you are paraphrasing, that that is what it *felt* like to you, but that's not LITERALLY what they said??? Because there are certainly things where, on the surface, yes, this is what a publisher is looking for and it "ticks the boxes", but ultimately, it doesn't have that X-factor, je ne sais quois, or whatever -- so I can see a publisher saying something like, "while the writing is admirable and the premise is interesting, ultimately, we weren't compelled enough to make an offer for publication" -- which is ALMOST what you said, but there's a key difference that makes it actually normal and not insane. Because in YOUR version, it sounds like they are under an imperius curse or something, where they don't know what they are doing or why they are doing it, they just have to do it, even though it is against what WOULD be their better judgment if they weren't cursed. And... it's wild to think that a publisher would make a statement like that. (Maybe they were having a very OFF DAY???) -- BUT ANYWAY, on to the crux of your question/rant:

I understand your frustration. If it makes you feel any better (??), you're not alone. I know many -- MANY -- MANY career authors, who spent 10 years honing their craft, trying and failing, getting rejections, getting close-but-no-cigars, etc. I was chatting with a wise (and now famous) author I know, who spent 10 years or so in the query/wrong-agent/rejection/close-call trenches. She told me a theory that I feel pretty sure is right, though I don't have proof per se, it does track with my observations. She said:

Just about everyone who sticks with writing or the arts in general as a career has about a ten-year rough patch. That doesn't mean it takes everyone ten years to get published! (Though it does take LOTS of people 10+ years) -- Some lucky people get their break a lot sooner than that. BUT. Everyone has to pay the piper that ten year fee, either all at once, or in installments. So let's say you sell your book right away and start raking in the accolades etc -- fab! Just know that nobody stays popular and beloved forever, and at some point, the ten year slump is coming for you. Aren't you lucky that you're getting yours out of the way now?

OK, if that didn't work for you, how about this:

How to keep pushing ahead after so long and so much rejection?

You know you don't have to, right?

Like, if writing and seeking traditional publication is making you miserable -- you can stop. In fact, stopping may be a great idea.

I say this not to be discouraging, but rather, encouraging, actually. I encourage you to give yourself permission to prioritize your own mental and emotional well-being.

If you realize you miss writing and can't live without it -- go back to it! But maybe instead of having "publication" as your goal, your goal can be writing for the pure joy of it, without worrying about future queries or would-be agents or anyone else's expectations. What freedom! Embrace that!

Then when you do have a brand-new shiny manuscript, you can decide your next steps. Maybe it's trying again for traditional publishing, and this is the turn around the track that changes everything. (It should be close, if the 10 year theory is correct!)

OR, maybe it's self-publishing. (Lots of people have a lot of success there -- maybe you're one of them!) --

OR, maybe it's just chilling out and writing some more for your own pleasure -- creating art for the sake of creating it, for fun, for self-fulfillment, etc. Like, you know, a normal hobby, that nobody is expecting you to monetize or make into a "gig".

[krisluxxeeempress]

HOW DOES YOUR PERSON FEEL ABOUT YOU? PICK-A-CARD

Pile (1): FALLBACK

Cards: Tower (reversed, Magician, Two of Cups (reversed) Ten of Swords, King of Wands (reversed) and the Seven of Wands and Three of Pentacles at the bottom of deck.

I was going to start off by saying “your person” however, according to the cards, it’s best to say “the person on your mind”- is feeling vulnerable at this time. I am getting Gemini, Leo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Aquarius and or Taurus energy thus far. Anyway, I just felt like giving up while writing this. Someone in this dynamic feels powerless, mentally drained, and ultimately wanting or needing to give up. (I just got so discouraged and tired randomly) For some of you, this may be an ex that made you feel this way and the universe has brought them back into your life.

There may be an opportunity presenting itself to rekindle the relationship or a friendship though, you feel drained. For others of you, this may be someone new that you are interested in but due to past failures in relationships- you have very little energy, effort or hope that something can manifest with a potential love interest. If this is not how you are feeling, then they are. As always, this scenario is due to someone being hurt in the past and therefore, are currently unwilling to move forward or open to someone new. Another case could be that someone is fearful of being open to someone new or in general and if you are interested in someone like this- it may be a warning that your energy will become drained “chasing” someone. Intuitively, I am being told that this may be a quick lesson or REMINDER that all things happen in Divine Time, and nothing is a coincidence. Some of you, the universe is playing “games” with you. The universe knows you may want this person, opportunity or whatever but this time, you cannot control it. You are learning to not control it, therefore, if you are starting to feel drained because something isn’t going your way or pace… fall back and let go! It’s like a tease but understand it’s temporary.

Some of you may have a debilitated 7th house, 8th house, 12th house, 1st house but you don’t have to. Nevertheless, this pile doesn’t have energy. This dynamic does not have energy. The more you or they, try to manipulate this the more it becomes drained and strained. I would suggest embracing a spiritual or higher perspective and know that rejection is protection or simply, it’s just not the right time. It’s like a car engine that won’t turn on in the winter and no matter how many times you try to jump it, nothing. I’ve been in that situation before and it was only when I left it alone, found another means of transportation. Then I would try again later, and my engine would turn on. Granted, I was happy, but I went and bought a new BATTERY to be safe and sure and I suppose my story is symbolic for waiting but moving along at the same time. Funny, I shuffled more, and the Chariot card came out- no lie. Anyway, that is all I have for this pile. There’s no energy now and it may seem like a false start but there are things manifesting in the background.” Blessings in Disguise”. I feel strongly that some of you need reassurance and here it is. You may resonate with another Pile considering this feels like the beginning of a relationship or something. . .

Pile (2): COBWEBS

Cards: Seven of Cups, Queen of Swords (reversed), Hierophant, Queen of Cups, High Priestess, Wheel of Fortune, Death (reversed), Two of Cups (reversed), and Five of Cups (reversed) at the bottom of deck.

With the Wheel of Fortune present, this suggest that Astrology is involved. Something has shifted from your (or your persons) Natal birth chart, Solar Return or Progressive chart. I could also be picking up on a futuristic shift nevertheless, a time of failed relationships, loneliness, and or being distant from people/ relationships is coming to an end. The Queen of Swords is not relationship oriented, not in the 7 of cups sense that most believe “love” should be- like being emotional, sensitive, vulnerable, clingy, and OPEN. The Queen of Swords is too smart, logical, and PICKY for that. Someone may have Aquarius, Scorpio, Virgo placements that has prevented getting close and or intimidate with someone. Anyway, there’s a shift of being judgmental, picky and or avoidant to being emotional, open, and desiring a relationship.

This could be what was causing “no energy” or a delay in Pile 1 but it could be totally unrelated. Regardless, someone here is feeling very emotional and dreamy currently for what seems like the first time.  I don’t necessarily feel like there is someone solid in your life though, you may want one or are actively manifesting one. I started to shuffle to clarify the Queen of Cups and surprise, surprise- the Lovers card came out with the Three of Wands (reversed) and Eight of Cups. You or maybe the other person you don’t know yet (or well) is realizing that being emotionally distant, avoidant, and unbothered is not opening the path or doors they want in love and relationships. The Lovers card is about a choice but more so, about your masculine and feminine energy within, being in balance. When one if off, then the other cannot operate properly and in the physical, this manifest as someone having “something missing” that you cannot deal with. Example, if you lack masculine energy within and are unable to be assertive- you will then attract a man or woman who lacks assertiveness especially when it comes to you.

Or, if you are emotionally closed off and in denial that you want love etc. than you will attract men and or women who are emotionally unavailable and so forth. The Lovers card is a mirror of “as within and so without”. This further confirms my interpretation of the cards about a shift occurring within someone. Honestly, this pile feels like soulmates/ twin flames getting prepared for UNION. This pile feels like two people who may not know each other at all or vaguely, who are manifesting each other unknowingly. This pile is like two people who would tell themselves “I don’t want love, relationships, kids, a family, marriage, sex, intimacy” NOTHING. . . and yet, the cards, the energy and GOD determined that was A LIE. I clarified the Seven of Cups and the Seven of Swords (reversed), the Eight of Pentacles and Two of Wands (reversed) came through. This confirms the lies that some of y’all been telling yourselves. (the Devil just appeared also) all these lies and self-deceit. I would look at your Solar Return chart for next year because I’m telling you- something is going to POP OFF. I wanted to clarify the Hierophant because with this card comes lessons and guidance around self-esteem, commitments, hard work, and one’s values. I can see with the cards that clarified that most of you, or your person coming in- uses work and everything else to distract themselves.

I see that you have all been hurt or disappointed in relationships that may have influences low self-esteem that is covered up with LIES that you don’t want this or that lol, but 1) you were going through a challenging cycle in life 2) there’s a new shift coming soon. The Hierophant is Taurus and Sagittarius to me, so this card also represents time and learning. It’s been a long time that is coming to an end. Some of you have one more year, 8 months (and countdown) until the shift is complete. If you chose this pile, it’s time to clean out the cobwebs in your panties and boxer briefs because soon- someone will be up in there FAITHFULLY … HA! Pile One may resonate with you if you chose this pile.

PILE (3): OVER IT

Cards: Emperor (reversed), Seven Pentacles (reversed), Three Swords, Two of Wands, The Word (reversed). The Ace of Swords (reversed, Knight of Cups (reversed), Ace of Pentacles at the bottom of deck.

I felt drawn to immediately clarify the Two of Wands card and the Five of Cups came out. This suggest that there may be an ex, refer to Pile One, that you are deciding to move on from. If it’s not an ex per se than it’s indicating a behavior, belief, or habit that you are moving away from because it attracted relationships that are not in your best interest and caused pain. ANYWAY, there’s an opportunity being presented to move forward- Pile two may resonate with those who feel it’s time to get on the road again – quite literally. Some of you may feel the urge to move to a different state or country or even a new job. I feel like you may run into your life person when you do. This is obviously talking about getting out of your comfort zone- keep that in mind. I usually have more to say but not this time. It’s either move on or stay where you are.

[kowbelll]

Heyy, I saw you were looking for requests and I was wondering if you would be willing to write Stiles Stilinksi asking reader on a date? What is your interpretation of his approach? What would the pining stage look like? Would he trip over his words? Is he still his usual cocky self? Would he be straightforward? Hopefully this gave you some inspiration and don’t feel pressured to write this if you don’t feel like it <3

I love this so much and it actually inspired me to write a New Year themed imagine, so thank you! Sorry it took so long to respond, but the holidays are a hectic time for everyone. I hope you like it and Happy New Year! 💜

A Date Before Midnight 🎉

Word count: 2,001

Stiles woke up on New Year’s Eve with a heavy weight on his shoulders. Everyone around him, all of his friends, even his father – they were all ecstatic about the fresh start and the chance to improve themselves again, as if all of those unrealistic goals weren’t going to disintegrate within the first few weeks, just like every other year. It was a waste of hope. But that’s not why Stiles was feeling so discouraged with himself.

That day was his last chance to achieve the goal he made 364 days ago: ask her out. One of his closest friends, favorite people, and biggest inspirations was the girl he met when he was a wee tot and had the privilege of growing up with. She always knew how to make him smile and she always let him go on lengthy rants, no matter how ridiculous they were. She listened and talked back, and made him feel normal and safe. This girl was everything he needed when he was lacking something. Somehow, she figured it out and did her best, resulting in a very happy and fulfilled Stiles.

He didn’t realize how truly drawn to her he was until last December when he saw the purity and kindness in her eyes as she handed him the thoughtful, personal Christmas present she made just for him. Plus, watching her go through and finish puberty was an excellent, yet sometimes painful, bonus (wink wink).

Every single day began with determination and ended with despair and frustration. He was so good at talking, it was one of his many talents, and he used it to give himself the advantage in all settings. So, he couldn’t understand why the words “Will you go out with me?” refused to make an appearance while he conversed with her. They constantly raced through his head, but shoving them out of his mouth was like forcing a mule to bake cookies.

Maybe it was fear, or doubt, possibly a dash of incredulity. Or maybe all of the above. Stiles had no clue because his desire to just say the damn words was eating him alive. His tongue was burning, but instead of putting out the flames, he subconsciously diverted his attention by bringing up some other lame conversation topic. He wasn’t sure if he had control of his own brain at that point due to how incredibly long this was taking him.

He decided to do it at the pack’s celebration at Scott’s house. He would pull her aside at some point and casually let it slip out, and it would all be fine. Right? The party was starting at nine, giving him two hours and fifty-nine minutes to figure it out. That’s plenty of time. Right? Right...?

Stiles was frantic and pacing around his room. He didn’t intend to put it off this long, he honestly and wholeheartedly wanted to achieve his goal before the year ended, but the stakes were getting higher and more intimidating. Plus, getting rejected would be a horrible way to start a new year. He had enough bad luck, he couldn’t handle any more.

“Fuck...” he groaned under his breath, running his hands through his hair and down his face.

“Do I need to pull out the swear jar from when you were ten?”

Stiles nearly broke his neck while whipping his head to look at the man standing in the doorway of his bedroom. “Dad? What- I mean, uh, no. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be doing your sheriff duties and arresting middle-aged drunk uncles?”

“I’m leaving for the station in a few hours, it’s only noon.” Noah wasn’t too excited to lead to night shift, especially on New Year’s Eve, and Stiles’ lips made a thin line when he realized that most people weren’t drunk yet. “Why are you so tense?”

“I’m not tense!” he spit back, a little too quickly, earning him raised eyebrows from his father. Stiles relaxed his shoulders as he attempted to make a smooth recovery. “I’m just mentally preparing for all of the self-improvement I’m going to be doing tomorrow.”

The sheriff remained unamused and disbelieving. “Like what?”

“Like... jazzercise?” Stiles winced as soon as he said such an absurd fib, knowing well that it wouldn’t get him out of his interrogation.

“Really? You too?”

The boy’s jaw dropped. There was no way... “Wait, what?”

Smirking, just like his son had done countless times, and turning to walk down the hall, he said, “I better not have to arrest you too tonight.”

Stiles let out a breath of relief and called out after him. “I’ll be on my best behavior! Don’t you worry, Pops!”

With clammy hands, he drove to Scott’s house, already losing time because he was running late. He may have cut himself while attempting to shave the peach fuzz on his chin, and there was a lot of blood. Embarrassing for him, but his intentions to look his best for the biggest night of his life thus far were undoubtedly sweet.

Parking against the curb across the street, he recognized the other cars around him, signifying that he was the last to arrive. The clock was ticking way too fast. He didn’t want to believe that it was already 9:38, but he sort of had to. He had shit to do.

He took a long swig of water from the plastic bottle that had been festering in the cupholder for who knows how long, took a deep breath, and swung his door open. Marching up to the front door, he tried to shake the anxiety out through his hands and focused on taking more deep breaths, but suddenly he was sweating all over and his mouth was dry yet again. These side effects made him shake his head and roll his eyes at himself. He’d known this girl forever, the worst she could say was no. Or laugh in his face...

He slapped his own cheek and whispered harshly, “Get it together, Stiles. Be a man. It’s just a few little words. You’ve had all year to do this. You’ve done enough preparing. Be a man.”

At last, he stepped into his best friend’s home and saw everyone seated around the coffee table, playing Uno with two decks: Aiden, Isaac, Allison, and Ethan were relaxed on the couch as Scott, Kira, Malia, Mason, Liam, and Stiles’ favorite gal sat on pillows and cushions on the floor. Well, except for Malia – she “didn’t care about a hard floor” and “grew up on them.”

“Stiles! You’re here!” That pretty voice and smile caught his attention. “Here, come sit with me, you can just be on my ‘team’ until this game is over,” she said, scooting over and making room for him on her cushion.

His heart just about melted and he quickly sat down next to her, against her, which sent tingles through his body.

The game continued, but all he wanted to do was demand that everyone leave them alone so he could spill his guts and beg for a date. He was beginning to feel a bit hot and queasy, and he repeatedly checked the time as the minutes slowly passed. However, he watched her closely during her turns and quietly whispered strategy advice over her shoulder to aid her in disposing of her cards. Hearing her whisper back, raving about how smart he was made him blush furiously.

“Hey, what happened to your chin?” she asked while Allison played her turn.

Stiles looked at her with confusion at first. “My what?” Realization washed over him as his fingertips brushed over the tender mark left behind from his earlier incident. The fact that she noticed made his face turn another shade darker. “Oh, that. It’s nothing. Basically a paper cut.”

“Basically?”

“Kind of. Almost.”

“Almost a paper cut? How does paper almost cut you and still leave a mark?” she said, a smile growing on her face.

Chuckling, he gave in. “Alright, fine. I cut myself while shaving. But I swear it wasn’t my fault. The razor just came at me out of nowhere!”

Hearing her laugh at his dumb joke made him grin like a doofus (a cute doofus).

“Wow, I didn’t know you even knew how to shave. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“Hey! I’ve been shaving for years, you just haven’t noticed because I’m so skilled at it. I’m as precise as a ninja.”

“Clearly not, since you cut yourself,” she pointed out, smirking.

“I told you; it was the razor!”

After a couple more games of Uno, the group diverted into other activities: chatting, dancing, snacking, arm wrestling, etc. But every time Stiles could pull away and hunt her down, someone would drag her into another conversation or game of Connect 4. Usually, he wouldn’t mind yanking a person wherever he wanted, however, that look of joy she wore made it impossible for his hands to reach out.

Additionally, a stronger feeling of guilt was creeping over him. The fear of somehow violating her and making her feel uncomfortable with their friendship formed a blackhole in his stomach. He couldn’t bear being responsible for flipping her whole world upside down. What if she didn’t want to see him again? Or what if she tells everyone that he’s a creep? What if he has to disappear forever?

Of course, these scenarios he was conjuring were completely unrealistic; he knew that because he knew her. He knew almost everything there was to know about her. He studied her soul with interest and delight because she was so enticing and alluring to him. She was like a beautiful mystical creature who blessed him with companionship. Though, as the time inched closer to his deadline, he seemed to lose his sense of reality.

Before he knew it, the pack was gathering around the TV, watching the countdown on the local News, and finding a couch, chair, or fireplace to jump off of and into the New Year. Stiles’ heart was thumping and he felt faint. He was pulled up onto the couch by the hood of his jacket, and he looked over to see that pretty smile again, but he only frowned as people began counting down.

“10, 9...”

“Stiles?”

With a shaky jaw, he bit his lip.

“...8, 7...”

“What’s wrong?”

“...6, 5, 4...”

“Stiles-”

“...3, 2...”

“Will you go out with me?” he finally blurted, feeling hot tingles rush through him in waves.

Her jaw went slack.

“...1! Happy New Year!”

Everyone jumped down and cheered in celebration, blissfully unaware of the thick air surrounding the pair who awkwardly stepped down from the couch.

Stiles stared at her blank face before deciding to let his stupid hopes and dreams die in that living room. He didn’t want to keep looking into those eyes with the knowledge of the inevitable consequences that would soon be coming his way.

She glanced around and saw a couple kisses being shared, but when her gaze returned to Stiles, he was turning away, preparing to walk out of there as quickly as possible. Letting her instincts take over, she grabbed his shoulders, turned him around and placed a sweet but firm kiss on his cheek.

The boy’s eyes widened and his face and neck turned bright red, once again.

“Yes, I will go out with you.” She beamed at him with rosy cheeks.

Stiles kept staring at her with wide eyes until he cleared his throat and somewhat pulled himself together. “Oh, yeah, cool. That’s, um, really cool.”

“Cool? Stiles, I’ve been waiting forever for you to ask me out, and now that you have, all you’re saying is ‘cool’?”

His eyebrows shot up, realizing how insanely inappropriate his reaction was. “Oh my god, I am such an idiot, that is not what I meant at all, I swear-” He stopped suddenly. “Wait. You’ve been waiting for me to ask you out forever?”

She simply smiled at him again. “Happy New Year, Stiles.”

[jillianallen14]

Incredibly proud of Crowley and how strong/brave he is in the finale

This is gonna be really long, so if you’re in a rush, here’s a TLDR: Crowley is hella brave for confessing to Aziraphale even after Aziraphale spoke first, especially given Aziraphale’s track record of rejecting him, and I’m so proud of him. I’m also proud of him for standing his ground and not giving in because he usually always does whatever Aziraphale asks eventually. Crowley needs to learn to truly stand on his own two feet in order to have a successful relationship with Aziraphale, and Aziraphale needs to learn how to choose/put Crowley first just as much as Crowley chooses him and puts him first. Basically, in human terms, Crowley currently has an anxious attachment style and Aziraphale has an avoidant one, and they both need to get to healthy attachment styles in order for them to work.   

See how long that tldr was? That’s what you’re in for if you read this whole thing lol. 

Alright, here we go. 

Disclaimer: I love Aziraphale so much, but I think he has a lot of work to do before he’s ready to “deserve” the kind of love Crowley is offering him. I also think he is 100% going to put in that work, though. 

So Crowley’s tried to advance things forward with Aziraphale many times over their thousands of years together, and usually these advances are rejected, though sometimes Aziraphale does come around. He’s the one who suggests the Arrangement (and sort of gets rejected at first). He’s the one who is constantly pushing the idea that the two of them are on their own team. He makes grand gestures, rescues Aziraphale, and he makes a lot of sacrifices. In the 1960′s, he tells Aziraphale that he’ll take him anywhere he wants to go, just to be told, “You go too fast for me, Crowley.” I sort of count this as “run away together” offer #1 because I think that’s what Crowley is subtextually offering here. His second offer of running away together is also rejected during the almost-apocalypse. He suggests Aziraphale stay at his place when Aziraphale’s bookshop burned down and is once again rejected, though not as directly as some of the others. Aziraphale calls their friendship/partnership “fraternizing” in the 1800s. In the bandstand fight scene, Aziraphale tells Crowley, “We’re not friends” and “I don’t even like you.” 

Of course, we as viewers know that Aziraphale says and does most of these things because he’s constantly trying to protect Crowley from Hell’s punishments. We know that Crowley is what Aziraphale loves most in the world, and honestly, Crowley probably knows it, too. But I’m sure that doesn’t stop the constant onslaught of rejection from hurting and from discouraging him from ever really wanting to have The Big Conversation (the “what are we and what do you want us to be” conversation, as it were lol). 

Crowley has been relentlessly chasing Aziraphale for literal thousands of years, and Aziraphale never really gives all of himself to Crowley in return. That’s got to sting, and that’s got to be so disheartening, even though Crowley is definitely aware Aziraphale does love him/care about him. We all give Crowley shit about not communicating properly, but imagine how hard that would be when he gets that kind of a reaction whenever he does try to communicate? It would certainly not make it any easier. 

In addition to the chasing that Crowley does, he is also the one to almost always give in and apologize. We’ve established that Aziraphale says no to many of the requests Crowley makes of him. And yes, often Crowley says no the first time Aziraphale makes requests of him as well, but Crowley usually comes around. And Crowley always apologizes, even when he really shouldn’t have to because Aziraphale was also at fault or, at the very least, they should both be apologizing. We rarely ever see Aziraphale actually apologize for the hurtful shit he says and does to Crowley. Yes, we know from season 2 that Aziraphale has done the apology dance, so we can infer apologies do happen from time to time, but how often do we actually see this? Not often. 

I love Aziraphale to death, but he has a “my way or the highway” mentality, and Crowley gives in like every single time lol. (Because we know Crowley is so in love it’s not even funny and would do pretty much anything to keep Aziraphale around. #Aziraphale fell first but Crowley fell harder (or at least accepted it earlier) #I will die on this hill). 

So now we get to their fight in the finale of season 2. 

Crowley was so ready to confess. Our boy was prepared. He probably sat in that bookshop rehearsing what he was going to say over and over [just thinking about this hurts my heart lol, ouch]. Then Aziraphale comes in and Crowley literally asks Aziraphale if he [Crowley] can talk first, and Aziraphale still interrupts him (lol, Aziraphale, come on). [I really do wonder how that scene would have gone if Aziraphale had let Crowley speak first; fanfic writers, I’m looking at you]

Then Aziraphale proceeds to say Crowley’s worst nightmare lol. We can literally see on Crowley’s face that his heart is already breaking, and I’m sure he knows there’s a good chance he’s about to receive “let’s run off/be together” rejection #3. To be fair, Aziraphale is literally also telling Crowley he wants to be together, but all Crowley seems to be hearing is the “in heaven, as angels” part. So at this point, Crowley can be pretty sure the love of his eternal life is “choosing Heaven” over him once again [we, as viewers, know this isn’t really the case, but Crowley doesn’t]. 

Yet, he interrupts Aziraphale. He makes Aziraphale let him talk, he doesn’t just let himself be talked over or unheard this time, and Crowley proceeds to confess anyway and practically does the Good Omens equivalent of asking Aziraphale to marry him. Like holy shit, y’all. That takes some massive balls. 

Crowley is “rejected” (kinda-sorta; Aziraphale isn’t rejecting Crowley this time, just the “running off” bit, but Crowley sees it as a rejection of him). Fighting ensues. Aziraphale says accidentally hurtful things because he’s just as bad at communicating as Crowley is lol (ie “Nothing lasts forever” instead of saying, “You matter more to me than this bookshop,” which is what he meant). Crowley is literally beyond heartbroken, you can see it all over his face, especially when he puts the sunglasses back on. And yet he still has the courage to kiss Aziraphale? BRO. BROOOOO. I want what Crowley has lol because he’s certifiably insane for having the balls to do that. 

I’ve seen people say that the kiss was the wrong thing for Crowley to do in that moment, but I don’t agree. They were still talking past each other, and Crowley needed to do something to make sure Aziraphale knew exactly what he was offering (marriage). Crowley needed to do that because if he didn’t, there was still going to be ambiguity, which would make their eventual resolution harder in the end. I also think Crowley just wanted to kiss him out of desperation because he thought it would be his last chance and because he wanted to show Aziraphale exactly what he was saying no to, but that’s beside the point. And yes, the kiss broke Aziraphale’s heart, but I truly and genuinely think Aziraphale needed to have his heart broken this time in order for him to grow. 

Then Aziraphale once again says something incredibly hurtful and rejects him again. And what does Crowley do? He doesn’t run away this time, like he usually does. He goes out by the Bentley and stands there and watches Aziraphale. I think he did this partly out of the desire to give Aziraphale one last chance and partly out of a desire to make Aziraphale sit there and look at him as he chooses Heaven again. Balls, man, I tell you. 

And Crowley doesn’t go back to him, and he doesn’t beg him to stay. And he doesn’t give himself up completely to be with this person who can’t accept him as he is. He lets himself be known, and then he holds his ground. He doesn’t let someone fundamentally change him just for love. He doesn’t lose himself to love. 

And this leads me to my next point, which is that this fight needed to happen because both Crowley and Aziraphale have lessons to learn. 

Crowley’s lesson is that he needs to learn how to stand on his own two feet. He needs to learn how to put himself first sometimes so that he doesn’t completely lose himself to Aziraphale. He needs to learn how to say no, to really say no. He needs to learn how to hold his boundaries. He needs to develop an identity outside of Aziraphale and what Aziraphale wants/needs him to be, discover what he wants even when Aziraphale isn’t around. He also needs to learn how to clearly state and ask for what he wants and needs. I think him learning this lesson will also help with his anger issues because the kind of people-pleasing self-effacement that Crowley does for Aziraphale only breeds resentment, which comes out every time they get in an argument. 

And Aziraphale’s lesson is that he needs to learn how to really choose Crowley, not try to change him, not try to pretend he’s something he’s not. He needs to learn how to take Crowley exactly as he is. He needs to learn how to give Crowley as much as Crowley gives him so that their partnership is on more of an equal footing. Essentially, his lesson is the opposite of Crowley’s: where Crowley needs to learn how to not lose himself completely to Aziraphale, Aziraphale needs to learn how to lose himself a little bit to Crowley. I’m not saying Aziraphale is selfish because he’s absolutely not, but I am saying that his sense of individuality is a little too strong and that doesn’t exactly work when you’re trying to have a long-term, committed relationship/partnership with someone because yes, you’re still an individual, but you’re also now part of a unit. And that requires making decisions together and genuinely hearing the other person out. It requires compromising, which Aziraphale is not particularly good at. 

Crowley needs to let go a little bit and Aziraphale needs to hold on a little tighter so that they can meet in the middle. You can see this in almost all of their fights. When things don’t go Aziraphale’s way, he immediately resorts to telling Crowley he can leave. Think of this as the two of them holding on to opposite ends of a taut rope: Crowley pulls a little too hard, and Aziraphale lets the rope loosen, leaving Crowley to fall backwards on his own. Aziraphale needs to learn how to hold onto that rope just a little tighter so that him and Crowley are putting in equal amounts of effort.

And folks, they’re gonna do it. They’re gonna put in the work. They’re gonna learn their lessons. And then they’re going to kiss and make up (preferably with Aziraphale initiating the kissing this time lol, let’s give poor Crowley a rest and let him be chased for once). And then we’re going to get the most beautiful, loving, healthy relationship. But they just have to go through this first. It’ll make their resolution so much more satisfying. 

So Aziraphale, it’s time to do some chasing.  

[jstor]

Hello, JSTOR!

I'm about to graduate with my first Master's and two of my professors who have helped me with my thesis (which is a literature review because the IRB views the topic to be too sensitive to be empirical). Do you have any tips on how to pursue publication for the first time? Not many professors in my program have done a literature review and published it, nor has anyway with a Master's or PsyD/PhD at my job, so we're not sure about how to go about it. (I've been trying to search, it's hard between writing a thesis, working, and having Dr.s think my seizures are fake).

Thank you much for any information.

-🦎 Lizard

Hi there Lizard,

Thanks for sharing this with us. I'm happy to share a few best practices/advice based on what you've mentioned, but I'd also love if the community could hop in to share their experiences as well.

Before I get into that, I just want to remind you to prioritize your health and well-being first and foremost! It's great that your research is near and dear to you, but never feel guilty or like you need to justify putting yourself first. I'm sure there are plenty of relevant journals waiting in the wings for what you have to offer when the time comes. <3

It looks like you're in the psychology field. Publications like Psychological Bulletin and Psychological Review look like they may be a good fit after a quick search, but I have to disclaim this isn't my (the mod) particular field. Perhaps your professors have colleagues they know outside the program who have successfully published literature reviews. You may want to chat with them about their network.

Also worth noting that peer feedback can be invaluable, so if possible, have a few colleagues or mentors review your work before you submit.

Finally, we know the publication process can be challenging, especially when juggling other responsibilities. Don’t be discouraged by any initial setbacks or rejections—they’re a normal part of academic publishing. If needed, take your time to revise and resubmit.

[mikoyamisheadcanonblog]

May I please request headcanons for Shanks trying to seduce a woman who doesn’t fall for his charm and has a cynical attitude towards men?

What a fun idea I hope you like it

🍶Shanks🍶

Word Count: 658

 Shanks watched her as she smiled seductively at him, she knew how to get his attention, her cold but mysterious attitude always called to him. He kept an eye on her as she refused another man’s advances who bought her a drink trying to flirt.

He watched from the sideline like he always did as the scene unfolded, the man offered her the drink he ordered for her. She scowled at the drink arms folded over her chest, she made eye contact with Shanks again and stuck out her tongue before dumbing the drink on the male and walking away.

Shanks blinked surprised before chuckling, grabbing his own drink, and taking a sip. He was studying the woman every time she denied a suitor that approached her. He didn’t find them a threat, recognizing the habit of the woman.  She never took a drink from any suitors, she hated a very specific kind of drink but would always order another drink. She at times took advantage of some poor sap who thought he might get lucky only to be dumbed or humiliated.

He came to this bar a few times every night and he exchanged a few words with her. She seemed standoff at first, and having had his drink dumbed on him a few times. It seemed to always surprise her whenever he tilted his head back and laughed in such amusement at another failed attempt to woo her before sticking out his tongue and licking the alcohol dripping from his red hair on the back of his good hand.

She had been surprised by this man’s laughter at being rejected but didn’t seem discouraged by her rejection or even angry. He continued to laugh it off, stood up, and gave her a wink, “I will see you another time,” he smiled before sitting with his crew who also teased and laughed with him.

This was the pattern for a bit, but after a while, she did find him charming as he spoke about his adventures as a pirate or places he had been, he had been close to wooing her, buying her favorite drink or bringing out flowers he found out on the street. Some were beautiful and colorful, others were just weeds he picked because he liked how it looked.  He ordered her favorite drink knowing what she liked. But most of all his kind nature and smile even after being rejected so many times didn’t change.

She would watch females flock to him every time he landed, he would flirt carelessly with them calling them all beautiful and accepting their gifts, but he never chased after them. Before he would make eye contact with her and smirk. Was this all part of his plan to woo her? Showing all the women that surrounded him? She rolled her eyes before walking away.

He would follow her he always did. He followed her to the bar, watching men woo her but making no progress before he made his way to her and offered to pay for her drink. Only smiling at her, a smile that only reached his eyes, his shirt slightly unbuttoned and showing his toned chest, life at sea was rough she could see it in his muscles and how he was built. And yet he smelled of sake and the ocean. He ordered their drinks and took a seat next to her before pulling out crushed flowers from his coat pocket.

“For you,” he said, he was a bit unshaven as usual but it worked for him giving his face a kinder but more mature look to his face.

“I am not going to fall for you,” she told him giving a flirtatious smile and taking a sip of the drink he bought her, “I don’t fall for pirates,” she teased.

“I know, but I will get you to fall for me one way or another,” he gave a charming smile and winked.

[evelmiina]

How to find a job? 😭 my illustration skills are fine, but every company keeps ignoring my applications. Nobody want a junior, I guess…

It's true that junior positions are rare. Lot of people are job hunting at the moment, too.

Cold emailing is worth the shot, it's normal that most companies don't reply though so don't be discouraged. No matter the experience artists will get rejected many times and it's not necessarily implication of lack of skill

I've come across most illustration work through social media or back when I did conventions a bit. Twitter mostly but I think any of them can work, art directors are often looking at instagram, linkedin and tumblr. Pinterest as well but I personally don't use it. I would rather stab my left hand than go to tiktok but I know it works too, some artists are greatly successful because of it. I won't go in depth with social media stuff but I think it is enough to use it for yourself, being representative of your work and yourself, and connecting with people you're interested in. I've never looked into how algorithms work and it's just recipe for depression and fast burnout, so just use it in your own way that doesn't consume all your time and energy.

[valentinetypewriter]

Me and My Husband-Chapter 1

Summary + series masterlist

Main masterlist // marauders era masterlist

This is a slow burn wolfstar x reader/arranged marriage au

Word count : 2,724

The Marauders had all piled up into a carriage of the Hogwarts Express, sweets and lollies littering the seats and floor as they talked all about their break from school. Sirius had of course spent most of his break with the Potters once again before having to go back home before the start of their new school year. "We went to this muggle movie theatre and it was amazing, I've never been to one before" Sirius was currently spouting out about all the things he had done with James, not having a chance to do those kinds of things in his own home. "It was quite fun until we almost got kicked out because Padfoot here wouldn't shut up!" James spoke up with a humorous tone. "Well enough about that, how did your guys break go?" Sirius asked the other two boys after giving James a slight shove. Remus spoke up first "I went to visit my grandparents, they live out in the countryside, so it was nice to have some peace and quiet finally" Peter timidly spoke, a hint of concern in his voice. "Did you handle the full moons alright?" Remus gave a slight nod "it's a pretty secluded area, plus lots of room to run around" He gave Peter a smile to ease up any concern he had for the young Werewolf.

The rest of the trip was filled with mindless talk about more stuff that happened during their break, what kind of pranks they were planning this year and of course relationships. Sirius seemed to stiffen as soon as the topic had been brought up. Peter droned on about his new hufflepuff girlfriend he had gotten at the end of last year before asking the others if they had any crushes or anything. "Well I can't say I have one yet, but who knows this year I might get lucky" James said with a huge dorky grin on his face. After being rejected by Lily Evans far too many times the boy had decided it was best to move on, and now without the constant attempts to gain her affection they had become close friends. Sirius hadn't contributed much to the conversation though, in fact he hadn't spoken a word since Peter had brought the topic up. Although James and Peter didn't notice, the two boys continued with meaningless conversation. Remus on the other hand had noticed how Sirius was unusually quiet, his stormy eyes didn't look away from the window he was leaning against until the scarred hand of the tall boy touched his knee gently "you alright padfoot?" Remus's soft voice had always been pleasant to his ears. Sirius gave a small nod and faked a smile, though Remus could always tell when someone was faking a smile he just always knew, tilting his head as his eyebrows furrowed, clearly not believing what he had said. It scared Sirius just how much of an open book he seemed to Remus, though he guessed everyone felt that way about the tall boy. He knew Remus knew he was lying, he leant down towards him "I'm here if you need anything Sirius" giving him a soft smile, everything about Remus Lupin was soft, his hair, his voice, his warm skin and even the sweaters he always wore. Thankfully though he didn't press on, just leaving his large warm hand on Sirius's knee.

The train ride had come to an end soon after that, the four rowdy boys rushing off the train. All laughing like madmen at some stupid joke James had said. "Let's get to hogwarts quickly I'm starved" Sirius said with an over dramatic and drawn out sigh, James slung his arm around him as a laugh was drawn out from him "yeah because you totally didn't have enough from the trolley" Sirius elbowed him in the side, although that did nothing to discourage James. "Yeah padfoot you would've brought her whole stock if Moony hadn't stopped you" Peters jab had James cracking up all over again. Even Remus let out a small laugh, though Sirius just huffed "you're all the worst" shaking his head at his three friends. "Yeah but you'd be lost without us" James stated, ruffling up the hair of his best friend. As they continued walking Sirius caught sight of the one person he dreaded seeing around the school other than his younger brother, Y/n l/n, or as he referred to her since their last meeting during their break, the absolute bane of his existence. The sight of the expensive jewellery she wore on her hand made his thoughts bubble with anger, she was just as pompous and up herself as ever. He quickly dismissed the thoughts of her, not wanting to think more of it.

The four friends eventually found their way to the great hall, watching on as new 1st years were getting sorted. The boys were certainly the loudest when new students were sorted into Gryffindor. After the sorting and the same speech Dumbledore gave every year the feast had begun, everyone digging in and talking loudly with the people around them. Once the boys had finished eating they rushed to their dorm room, already excited to start planning out pranks for their last year. They all fell asleep quicker then they had initially planned on, the adrenalin wearing off as they started to crash out, barely out of their clothes or under their covers. Remus fell asleep sitting at his desk, his head leaning against his sweater he was using as a makeshift pillow. James was sitting upright, leant against the headboard of his bed, Sirius had crashed out at the end of James bed, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. And Peter had fallen asleep on his own bed, though lying on top of the covers in nothing but sweat pants he had changed into.

They woke up later than usual, all stiff and sore from the uncomfortable positions they slept in, except for Peter, he was just cold. They all got dressed and decided to go down to the courtyard, they had the entire weekend to settle back in before 7th year classes started. Which they were all eternally grateful for. The Marauders made their way outside, laughing and joking around as usual. Finding somewhere nice to sit they picked back up their conversation from last night. "So this year everything needs to be bigger and better boys" James announced, clapping his hands together "I was thinking that prank we did last year on Snivellus, when we turned his uniform bright pink for the whole day, was pretty good but we could definitely top that". As soon as he finished the four boys all had that same classic Marauders look on their faces that screamed they were up to no good and to steer clear. Sirius shot up "how about we make it rainbow and glitter" Peter laughed and added on "yeah we could even add frills this time" that sent the boys into a crazed fit of laughter all except Remus. It wasn't that he was against the idea, it was more that he had something else in mind "or we could turn his uniform into the girl's one" despite his voice not being as loud as the others, their laughter had completely stopped. Wide devious smiles quickly covered the shocked looks they gave him "Merlin Remus you're a bloody genius!" James shouted, as he ruffled his hair up in approval.

They continued talking about how they'd pull it off when James noticed none other than Lily Evans walking through the courtyard "hey Lily!" James shouted out without a second thought. Lily's head shot up and she smiled at the boys walking over with one of her friends she had been talking to. "Hello boys, I hope the break treated you all well" the boys responded with simple answers of head nods and even a thumbs up from Remus. Sirius had finally noticed who Lily just so happened to drag along with her, of course it just had to be her, Y/n. "Mind if we sit with you guys?" Lily asked, her tone as sweet as always. Sirius would have denied her, almost saying how they were planning some 'Marauders' stuff. But of course James beat him to it "of course not, go for it ladies" he smiled at the two girls as they sat down. Sirius was angry at this, not at James for letting her sit with them, but at Y/n for thinking she could just sit near him so casually.

Sirius couldn't help the hateful glare as he watched the girl in front of him, seemingly avoiding conversation with the rest of the Marauders. All he could focus on was the girl he deemed to be the bane of his existence talking away with Lily, the two only met because of Lily's best friend Severus due to the two being in Slytherin. His stormy eyes held a gaze with the glittering gem on her left ring finger, acting as a constant and cruel reminder of his unwanted fate. Remus of course had noticed, he always did when Sirius's mood suddenly changed. The Werewolf leant down to whisper into said boys ear "You know if you keep brooding at her you're going to burn holes into the back of her head" he let out a soft huff of amusement as the boy looked back over at him, an incredulous look on his face "I'm not brooding, I just don't like her" Remus had that look on his face, the kind of look that said yeah that's totally it. The boy shook his head leaving the over dramatic boy to continue his not brooding session.

Y/n knew Sirius was glaring, she could feel his eyes on her as soon as she sat down with Lily. She tried to ignore it, instead choosing to focus on her conversation with said girl about their breaks, the muggle born witch always asked about the balls and events Y/n went to. Neither minded talking about it, Lily got an inside view of what rich and exclusive Pure Blood gatherings were like and Y/n was able to boast about the overly expensive dresses and jewellery she wore to each event and how pretty she felt in them. She was able to ignore the glaring eyes that seemed almost harsh enough to feel in her skull, until Lily had pointed it out "you know Sirius has been staring at you this entire time" the Slytherin didn't spare a glance at the mentioned boy "I'm well aware, he's been doing that a lot lately, I have no idea why" she let out a scoff at the end of her sentence. As much as she liked to talk about every little detail that happened during her break to Lily. The one thing she just so happened to leave out was the meeting between both her family and the Blacks. When Y/n's left hand combed through her hair brushing it back giving Sirius a perfect view of the beautiful ring he had come to hate, and of course he had taken it as a personal insult, as if she was flaunting the expensive jewel on her finger to dig the knife deeper into him. And that kind of insult wasn't something he had taken very lightly as something seemed to snap inside him, the black haired boy stood up abruptly walking over to the two girls "may I have a word with you l/n" his stormy grey eyes filled with hatred and disgust met the dull and harsh eyes of the girl he stared down, awaiting an answer from her. "With all due respect Black I'm currently busy" despite the two seeming to hate each other's guts, they always still acted formal with each other, years of being raised by pure blood families leaving its mark on the two teens."Yes well it's a very urgent matter Y/n" at the use of her first name she sighed and stood from her seat next to Lily, Sirius had only ever seemed to use her first name when he was beyond angry at her "i'll be back soon Lily" the girl just smiled and nodded joining the conversation with the rest of the marauders as Sirius dragged her away. Remus noticed the tight grip his friend had on the girl's wrist, he felt a tinge of worry creeping up on him, though he seemed to be the only one who noticed, not even Lily had noticed how Sirius pulled away the girl she was just talking to a second ago. Remus knew he was overly perceptive sometimes to his own detriment, so he softly interrupted the group's chatter with the excuse of going to the bathroom. Only to follow the two teens who had just left, stopping just before turning the corner peeking over slightly to see the people he was looking for.

Sirius had cornered Y/n against the wall, not wanting to let her leave until he spoke to her "do you seriously have to wear that stupid ring everywhere" he scoffed down at her, disgust clear in his voice. The Slytherin rolled her eyes at the boy "my parents wanted me to, it's not like I could say no to them, you know what will happen if Regulus finds out you're not wearing yours, do you really want your parents to find out" it was now Sirius's turn to roll his eyes "that doesn't mean you have to flaunt it around and keep reminding me of it" the girls face morphed from slightly irritated to furious "Excuse me! You think I'm flaunting it, as if I ever wanted this, as if I like this any more than you do!" Her voice kept rising in octaves as she yelled at the boy in front of her. "All I'm saying is you seem far too comfortable wearing that to be too upset about it" he leaned down into her face, it was clear to Y/n he was trying to intimidate her, there was a pause of silence before a loud slap rang out in the empty corridor they had found themselves in. Sirius's hand shooting up to hold his now reddening and sore face "you prick! Stop speaking to me like that, as if you know anything about me, it's like you think it's my life's dream to be betrothed and bear children to some moronic teenage boy I hate, simply to uphold our stupid pure-blood lineage!" Sirius was too stunned to speak, he didn't know if it was because of the slap, the angry words the usually quiet girl had yelled at him, or the tears that were now violently streaming down her face. Y/n turned away from him, face red and hot from her anger and tears, in doing so she had locked eyes with none other than Remus Lupin who was standing at the end of the corridor in shock only slightly out of view, both their eyes widening as their eyes locked. Y/n letting out a shocked gasp had alerted Sirius, whose head shot over to look at Remus, the tall Werewolf looking between the two, a slight bit of fear etched on his face at being caught. He looked down "sorry, I didn't mean to overhear anything, I was just worried about you" he didn't say who exactly he was talking about, eyes locking onto the floor. Though Remus himself didn't know who he was talking about either, only looking up when he heard the sudden movement of feet, watching as Y/n shoved Sirius away from her. Finally being freed from against the wall, she took off in the other direction, unable to contain her violent sobbing. Remus looked awkwardly at Sirius as he slowly made his way over, the taller boy staying still in his spot "you can't tell the others about this, can you promise me that Moony?" Remus seemed shocked, while he looked at Sirius. He seemed so vulnerable and scared, almost weak even as a few tears leaked down his face "I- I promise… I won't tell anyone anything" he gently put his hand on Sirius's shoulder. Said boy leaned into the touch of his friend, he sniffled slight before speaking "thank you Remus"

[himexyandere]

leumin as a incubus seducing a Mc that refuses them every night?

Sassy and defiance mc!!

Incubus!Leumin would have such an infuriating personality LOL. I feel like he would be a lot more assertive too, when it comes to getting what he wants. If MC is defiant and denies him at every turn, then he would get even more persistent and try harder to break them down.

No matter how many times you deny him, he still wouldn't be perturbed or discouraged. He loves the thrill and prefers when his prey fights back. Night after night, he'll keep coming back until you start to wonder why the hell he doesn't just find someone else- 😭

Once he gets you (and he will) to break, that'll be the longest night of your life. He's got to make up for all the times you've rejected him, after all, so don't expect to sleep. Unless you pass out from the sheer amount of times he'll make you orgasm, of course 😌

Also, he would definitely put a womb tattoo on you-

[skaldish]

People who say Loki isn't real because there's no evidence he was worshiped are really annoying. How do I rebuttal?

By understanding this is not a proper argument to begin with.

This argument in its entirety typically goes something like this:

Loki isn't a god because he wasn't worshipped in ancient times. If he was, he would have had locations named after him (place-names), people carrying his namesake, and the presence of a cult following. Since Loki wasn't a god in pre-Christian Norse society, it would be inappropriate to consider him one now.

The origins of this argument are Asatru Folk Assembly. The full argument made by Stephen McNallen goes like this:

There was no devotion given to Loki in ancient times. No place-names marked ritual sites for him; no human bore names related to him; there were no priests or priestesses of Loki. Some modern practitioners of Asatru have apparently considered this an oversight, and one occasionally hears toasts to Loki at Asatru gatherings today. However, I strongly discourage this in the Asatru Folk assembly, and I do not permit horns to be raised to him in my presence. My experience is that Loki-toasts are followed by discord all-around bad luck.

Believe it or not, this is not a valid argument.

Logical argumentation is a kind of math, and an argument will always be invalid if it follows an invalid formula, no matter how true its predicates are.

Here's an example:

Some people are pagans, and some pagans are white nationalists. Therefore, some people are white nationalists.

This is an invalid argument because it follows an invalid formula. We can see this by reframing it:

Some people are herbivores, and some herbivores are deer. Therefore, some people are deer.

The "Loki wasn't worshipped" argument is riddled with these kinds of flaws, and not just ones that follow this particular formula. There's also issues of rocky facts, unfair standards, and general argumentative fallacies:

Heimdallr also doesn't have place-names, and is considered a god.

The absence of developed, structured cultus is not the litmus test of "worship" within the context of Old Norse religions.

The argument is predicated on the idea that the Old Norse people conceptualized "gods" the same way that the Greeks and the Romans did, in that this term applies only to high beings with widespread followings.

Same applies to how the Old Norse people conceptualized "worship." We have no idea how they defined it.

The argument's evidence does not consider all possible data, i.e. attestations found in extant Scandinavian oral traditions.

I can go on, but basically the argument is predicated on assuming the Old Norse people did polytheism according to what we think polytheism should look like.

But honestly? All of this actually doesn't matter, because the ultimate goal of this argument isn't to win the debate of whether Loki's a god or not.

It's to get people to associate "Loki's followers" with "degenerate behavior."

By painting Loki-worship as both factually incorrect AND superstitiously unlucky, it implies that anyone worshipping Loki is not right in the head somehow; that the can't think or reason correctly.

Many of Loki's followers correlate with the political and social Left. They're often queer/gnc and/or neurodivergent, and support socialist policies and rejection tradition. If worshiping Loki is deemed irrational and dangerous, then it stands to reason that these things are also irrational and dangerous, and therefore all of this must be a sign of degeneracy. Or so the argument would suggest.

The fallacies in the argument are there by design, because that is how cryptofascist writers radicalize reasonable people.

The best way you refute these arguments is to deny them a platform. Delete them from your inbox. That doesn't mean you have to ignore them though. You can always speak up about them on your own time. Personally, I try to make sure that whatever it is I bring up about them will be useful to the community at large, as opposed to being an angry hate-letter to those provoking conflict. (It's a philosophy I use regardless of what the motivations of an issue are, simply because devoting my attention to the community makes for a better online experience and is ultimately more effective in the long-run.)

[mandos-mind-trick]

Danger

Summary: You share a danger meter with your soulmate, telling you how much danger your soulmate is in at all times. It's much too high too often for your liking, but with war raging in the galaxy, there's not much you can do about it. Your meter is still too high after the war ends, but a chance meeting at your workplace gives you the answer as to why.

Pairing: Wrecker x reader Soulmate AU

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, oral, Wrecker has a big dick, unrealistic sex, unprotected sex, lots of mentions of Wrecker's size, some violence, brief mention of SA but it's barely noticeable, language, alcohol, fluff, Soulmate AU, food, a slight touch of angst.

A/N: I finally got it done. It's...long. It's the longest so far. So much for these being short fics lol. It's cute, it's sweet, it's spicy, it's a little bit angsty, kinda like Wrecker.

MASTERLIST

The meter’s sitting too high, again. 

You stare down it, your stomach twisting nervously. 

What are they getting themselves into? 

Your soulmate link, like many others, came late. It had stumped you when you’d woken one morning to a meter on your left forearm, far past the normal age for developing one. It’s flat on your skin like a tattoo, designed like a meter with small ticks spaced evenly between two larger ones. 

A danger meter. 

One long line representing the needle of the meter would move around depending on how much danger your soulmate is in. The far left is safety, the middle is slight danger, and the right side is extreme danger. 

About a year after it showed up, the needle began to move. 

It gradually shifted from the left, toeing the line representing slight danger. 

Two years after it showed up, it began sitting in the middle.

It didn’t spend all of its time there, but more often than not, the line drifted into the middle, or slightly above. As the years went on, it became more and more common to look down and see it sitting in slight danger. You try not to think too much about it, but the entire situation is puzzling. 

Then the war started. 

You were lucky and your planet stayed mostly untouched. Being in the core worlds, your planet was lucky enough to have the most protection by the Republic, despite not having much to offer politically or in terms of resources. 

Despite your relative safety, the meter on your arm hit the right side about a year in. It became rare to see it dip back into the middle, constantly sitting somewhere in the right, even once going so high you almost couldn't see the needle because it was so close to the border of the mark. 

It was around that time your friend showed you the site set up on the HoloNet dedicated to those whose soulmate marks showed up late, all close to the same time. It had been created, supposedly, by someone directly involved with the GAR, and they had mentioned the appearance of soulmate links among the clones. 

By the time you found it, it had been proven that most of those with links that showed up within ten years before the war started, were likely linked to one of the millions of clones currently fighting to defend the Republic. 

It certainly explained the late mark. 

It also explained the constant danger your soulmate was in. 

Of course, there also was the protocol that had been introduced early on in the development of the army requiring clones to reject their soulmates if they were ever to meet. With clones spread across the galaxy, it was very likely you’d meet eventually. Some claimed the clones didn’t agree with the rules and many of them refused to follow. Some protested, claiming that if clones do have soul links, then it’s just further proof they are individuals, not just faceless numbers to fill the army’s ranks. 

You tried not to be too hopeful. You also tried not to be discouraged. 

You found solace in the masses on the site like you. You spent your free time scrolling through the pages and pages of messages and posts. The rare few like you who shared the meter soulmate link, constantly worrying as the meter rarely dropped below the middle section. You read posts from those who claimed to have met their soulmates, those unlucky few who were rejected. The many who backed up the claim that most of the clones refused to follow that rule. Your heart broke for those whose soulmate links had gone dark, many before they’d even had a chance to meet. 

It became a new fear, beyond the constant danger you knew your soulmate was in. You had nightmares, waking in the middle of the night to check that your mark is, in fact, still there. It hasn’t grayed out, it hasn’t disappeared. It’s always still there, always sitting too far into the extreme danger section for your liking. 

You spend a lot of time trying to picture your soulmate. You know what he’ll look like to a certain degree. You’ve seen photos, private ones or edited propaganda ones, slightly blurry and pixelated ones from news sources spread across the HoloNet, of the clones. You know what he’ll look like to a point, but they all were different. They had tattoos, wore their hair a certain way, many had scars or marks on their armor. You wonder what he looks like. You wonder what his name is. 

It helps distract you from the constant fear. 

Then the war ends. 

The site erupts into chaos. Everyone had expected the end of the war to bring nothing but difficulty. After all, what was the Republic going to do with millions of clones created to fight a war that’s over? Many had plans for smuggling their clone soulmate out from under the Republic, running away, fighting for clone rights, getting politicians involved. 

Of course, those had all been plans for when the Republic won. 

Though it’s never explicitly stated on the news, you know deep down not everything is as it seems. 

The messages popping up on the site are only confirmation of your feelings. 

Thousands upon thousands of posts. The clones have suddenly gone dark. Those that had been in contact can no longer reach them. Those who got messages nearly every day no longer hear from them. 

They’re not dead. They’ve just...disappeared. 

In the weeks that follow, some get brave enough to begin seeking them out. Or, at least trying to. 

You try not to think about it too much. 

Your meter’s still there, still far too high for your liking. Whatever had happened, your soulmate isn’t any safer than when the war was happening. The line is still consistently sitting on the right side. You can’t help but wonder what your soulmate is doing, if they’re okay, if they ever think about you. 

The meter on their arm must seem very boring compared to yours. You’re rarely in dangerous situations. You’ve never been in a life threatening situation, and the closest you probably got to the middle section were a few close calls with drunk patrons at the bar you work at. You can’t even fathom being in life threatening danger, but if your soulmate is a clone, then they’ve spent their entire life in danger. 

It makes you sad. 

***

The day starts as any other. 

You’re up early, mentally preparing yourself for your workday. Your job wasn’t hard, per se, more boring than anything. Cid’s Parlor rarely got busy enough to be overwhelming, which meant you usually got stuck doing more than just bartending. Anything Cid could find for you to do, she would make you. You know the parlor’s a front, but at least Cid considered you useful enough to keep you around. 

Bolo and Ketch are already there by the time you arrive. Cid’s two loyal customers who spent almost their entire day gambling and drinking and messing around. They’re entirely harmless, though they have a habit of bickering and occasionally fighting. 

Cid puts you to work immediately, before you even have time to put your things away. The floor needs swept, the bar needs restocking, the tables need to be wiped down again, one of the slot machines is broken. She’d take care of the last one herself. It’s not like she doesn't trust you, and it’s not like you’d steal either. Sure, your wages were meager compared to the work you had to do, but you weren’t going to complain.

There weren’t many other options for you. 

You start with restocking the bar, the most exhausting of all of the tasks. Packing crates of full liquor bottles across the bar, and empty bottles out back to be recycled. It’s your third trip back when you notice them. A group has come in, looking rather out of place. Bolo and Ketch are fighting again, and you sigh, setting the crate of bottles on a table. 

“Alright, you two, break it up. Nothing either of you have is worth that much.” You push them apart gently, your eyes trailing over the group following Cid back into her office. 

They’re...clones. 

You recognize the armor, at least. You’d stared at photos of it over and over during the war. Their armor is painted in reds, greys, and blacks though, instead of the usual white with different colored accents. 

One of them is also large. Very large. Definitely not built like any of the clones in the photos you’d seen. 

You go back to work, knowing Cid will find some way to deduct your pay if she catches you slacking. You can’t help but wonder who they are, wonder what they’re doing here. If they are clones...you know Cid had been involved with the Republic during the war. You hope she’s not in trouble. 

You would likely be in trouble just for being associated with her. 

You begin restocking, cleaning around the bottles as you go. The parlor certainly isn’t the cleanest place, given it was mostly you doing the cleaning, but at least you tried. 

The group begins to file out a while later. You peek at them over your shoulder as they pass the bar, heading out the door. They don’t look like clones, yet you can still see the resemblance. You’ve stared at enough photos, you know the face like the back of your hand. Maybe they aren’t clones, maybe you’re looking too much into it. Maybe you’re just hoping. 

You don’t ask questions, even when Cid leaves her office. You know better. Even if you’re itching for details, it’s not your business to know. Sure, you see the kinds of people Cid often meets with, but you don’t usually interact more than showing them to her office or occasionally, lying that she’s not around. 

You don’t like lying, but usually Cid would slip a couple extra credits into your hand and ask you to play dumb. You do it, if nothing else to keep trouble away. After all, you’re just there to tend the bar, wipe down tables, and clean a permanently dirty floor. 

The day is rather eventful, more so than usual. A few hours after the first group had left, a mean looking Twi’lek and two Gamorreans had entered the bar and rather rudely demanded to see Cid. You had directed them to her office before returning to cleaning glasses that never quite got to be spotlessly clean. You glance at the danger meter on your arm, the line sitting off to the right once more. 

You still worry one day you’ll look down and the meter will be gone. Realistically you’ll know before it disappears off your skin. The pain, they say, is worse than anything you’ll ever feel. The emptiness after is unbearable. Many don’t last long after their soulmates die. Those that do rarely live happy lives. 

You don’t want to be one of them. 

You just have to find your soulmate. 

There’s a noise outside the bar, like the roar of an animal. There aren’t any large animals that wander around Ord Mantell City. You’re half tempted to look when the Twi’lek and Gamorreans leave Cid’s office, the Trandoshan not far behind. You stuff your curiosity, lazily cleaning glasses while you wait for the few patrons that would inevitably stumble in for an evening of drinking and gambling. 

Cid comes back in a few minutes later, one of the members of the group from earlier following. You can’t help but stare at him, taking him in. His hair is longer than any of the clones you’d seen, and there’s a tattoo of a skull covering half his face. His brow is furrowed, concentrated as he meets your gaze for a moment. 

His eyes. 

His eyes are the same as all the clones you’ve ever seen. 

So Cid is dealing with a group of clones.

You break your gaze from the clone’s as he passes, glancing down at your arm. You frown, running your finger over your skin. That can’t be right. 

The line is all the way to the left. 

You almost can’t see it, it's so far. 

It hasn’t looked like that in years. So what’s changed? Why, in a matter of hours, has your meter gone from its normal position to suddenly complete safety? You lean against the bar, holding your wrist against your chest, almost as if you could bring your soulmate closer. 

Wherever they are, you hope they really are that safe. 

***

You get introduced to the clones the next day. 

They’re already there by the time you arrive for your shift. Cid introduces you to them, as they’d be doing some regular work for her and frequenting the parlor often. 

They are indeed clones. Though they are enhanced, the one named Tech explains to you. That accounted for their physical differences, at least. Especially the youngest, the female clone named Omega. She’s cute, for a kid at least. You haven’t spent much time around kids. Neither have they, it seems. 

You know the web group would be losing their minds over this. 

You wouldn’t dare say anything, though. 

It had become clear rather quickly that the Empire was directly involved in the mass disappearance of the clones. Many that had deserted were now on the run, having to hide for their own safety. Much like these clones in Cid’s parlor. Many had disappeared off the site, posts slowing to a crawl as some of them went into hiding, some tried to rescue their soulmates, and others...well, probably like you, were simply waiting. 

You’d cross paths eventually. Fate wouldn’t give you a soulmate you’d never meet. That’s not the way it worked. You weren’t nearly brave enough to go searching, so you’d wait. No matter how long it took. 

You’d find each other when you needed it. 

The group of clones became frequent visitors at Cid’s parlor. They were “running errands” for her, which you knew meant they were taking jobs from Cid’s clients for a cut of the payout. Cid knows you know, but you know better than to ever ask directly. 

You get to know them as they hang around the bar, some of them even assisting you in your various duties. Wrecker was more than happy to reach the high shelves and carry the heavy bottles for you. The large clone had intimidated you a bit at first, but you quickly learned he was a big, sweet softie. They’re all sweet, if a bit withdrawn, but you can understand. You can’t imagine having to be cautious, not being able to trust anyone. 

Omega is the most comfortable, and if anything, curious. You’re happy to entertain her questions, glad to have the distraction while the parlor is slow. She’s grown on you a bit, but it seems she has that effect on everyone. 

You’ve also come to like having them at the bar. Maybe it’s the joy of finally having other people around besides Bolo and Ketch, even if they were simply coming and going between “errands.” 

You’ve also come to enjoy having Wrecker’s help. He’s just as enamored with your stories as Omega, sitting and listening to them just as eagerly. It’s helped take your mind off the stress, the worry about the safety of your soulmate. 

Your meter is still jumping around. Sometimes safe, sometimes jumping to the middle, and even as far as the right. Only one time recently has it jumped all the way to the right, though. That has to count for something. 

You blame the strenuous working hours on your inability to notice the pattern. 

***

It’s late. Or early, depending on how you look at it. You’ve been working since early morning the day before. The parlor had been busier during the day, but it had died off in the late hours of the night. Even Bolo and Ketch have called it quits, leaving you alone with Cid. You haven’t seen the boys in a few days. They had gotten a visitor at the parlor that had caused quite a scene. You hadn’t asked, though, serving up drinks before heading to storage to do another inventory count. Whatever they had to talk about, it wasn’t your business. 

They had left not long after, and you hadn’t heard hide nor hair of them since. You miss them a bit, at the very least, you miss their company. Your danger meter has been all over the place, only making you worry. For a while it had sat all the way to the right, before dropping back down. All day it’s been in the left section, at least taking that worry off your shoulders. 

“Go home, kid.” Cid says, making her way out of her office. “Don’t bother coming in later.” 

“You sure?” You yawn, fighting the sleep burning at your eyes. You’d curl up and sleep in one of the booths right now if you could. 

Cid nods towards the door. “Go. Before I change my mind.” 

“Thanks, Cid.” You say, finishing up what you’re doing before grabbing your things. “See you tomorrow.” 

She waves absentmindedly as you make your way out of the door. It’s not far to your apartment, but it’s still late enough to be dangerous. The sky is still dark, and you know the streets will be mostly empty except for those late drinkers heading home. It’s not the first time you’ve walked home at this hour. You just preferred to walk home while the streets were still decently trafficked with people. 

You keep your hands tight around your bag, anxiety thrumming in your chest. A left up ahead and you can cut through the alley and then two blocks down. 

You shouldn’t cut through the alley. 

It’s a rookie mistake. 

You had sensed someone following you, keeping back far enough in the distance, you hadn’t been able to see them when you turned the corner. You knew they were there, though, something in the back of your mind telling you to be alert. 

Cutting through the alley is a mistake. 

They’re on you as soon as you disappear from the street, arms wrapping around you from behind, a hand covering your mouth as you attempt to scream. You kick your legs back, flailing your arms to try and either slip out of their grasp, or hit them hard enough to force them to let go.

Your plan sort of works, your foot managing to catch him in the knee. He drops his hand from your mouth, his grip loosening enough for you to try and twist out of his grip. You scream, hoping someone, anyone might hear. His hand catches your arm as you try to get away, yanking you back. 

“You bitch!” 

You double over as his fist hits your stomach, your scream cutting off in a squeak as the air is cut off by the impact to your diaphragm. You’re done for. You know this one isn’t just after your bag and its meager contents. You can smell the alcohol wafting off him, the strength to his hold fueled by the alcohol pumping through him. He’s out of his mind, but he’s going to take what he wants. 

“Hey!” 

You both turn to look, surprised by the voice at the end of the alley. Someone had heard. You try and look past the drunk at your knight in shining armor. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

You stare at the hulking mass making its way down the alley towards your position. His face is hidden under a helmet, a familiar design on the front. 

Wrecker.

You watch in shock as Wrecker grabs the drunk man, tossing him easily out of the alley and into the middle of the street. He staggers back to his feet, obviously knocked a little sober by his impact as he turns and runs. 

You’re seated on the ground, your legs having given out. Your breath is still wheezing, your diaphragm spasming painfully as it tries to recover the assault it had just taken. You’re gonna be feeling that one in the morning. 

“Are you alright?” Wrecker asks, kneeling down in front of you. 

He reaches out with such tenderness, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You almost melt under the touch, such a contrast to the brute strength you had just seen. You can’t do much else but nod, still gasping for air. Your heart is pounding, anxiety burning through you at what had just almost happened. 

“We should get you looked at.” He says, scooping you up into his arms. 

It’s shocking how easily he lifts you. Like you weigh nothing at all. You suppose you don’t hardly weigh anything to him, with his enhanced strength. 

You point your arm down the alley. “That way.” You gasp out. “My apartment.”

“Just show me the way, then.” He says, carrying you out of the alley. 

You let yourself relax in his arms, directing him towards your apartment building. Your breathing settles, but there’s an ache in your stomach now. There’s probably already a bruise. 

You lean your head against Wrecker’s shoulder, looking up at the side of his face. “How did you know where to find me?” 

“We got to Cid’s just after you left. I...didn’t like the idea of you walkin’ by yourself. Hunter told me which way to go.” His grip tightens just slightly around you. “Then I heard you scream.”

“Thank you.” You say as he ascends the steps to your apartment. 

“Aww, well, it was nothin’.” He says bashfully. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to ya.” 

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. It’s been a long time since someone cared about you that much. Wrecker sets you back on your feet, your stomach twinging painfully at the motion. You unlock your door, limping inside. You want nothing more than to collapse on your bed in exhaustion, but you should at least slap a bacta patch on your wound first. Wrecker follows you in, looking comically large in your small apartment. 

“There’s a med kit under the sink.” You say, dropping your bag on the couch.

Wrecker retrieves it for you and you open it up, setting it on the table. You pull your shirt over your head, looking down at the sore spot on your stomach. Wrecker clears his throat, flushed bright red as his gaze tries to look anywhere but you. 

Your face heats up as you realize what you’ve done. “Kriff, sorry Wrecker.” You grab for your shirt, quickly trying to pull it over your head. “I’m...not used to anyone else being here.” 

You pause with your shirt halfway on your arms as he suddenly appears inches in front of you. He had moved so silently for someone so large. His hand reaches out, moving slowly like he’s waiting for you to stop him. 

You don’t. 

His gloved fingers brush your side, your body twitching just slightly at the ticklish sensation. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched by someone else so gently. The occasional grab, feel, grope, pass of a hand is nothing new working at the parlor. You didn’t like it, though, when the drunk men got too bold. 

Wrecker’s touch is gentle, like he’d pull his hand away if you said the word. It’s so different. So new. 

You like it. 

“That must get awful lonely.” He says, staring down at your face. 

Of course, as a clone, he’d likely never known what it was like to have his own space. He’s always been surrounded by other clones, always sharing his space, always having someone around. 

“It does feel that way sometimes.” You say, staring up into his eyes. 

His gaze is soft as he stares at you, such a contrast to the power you know lies within him. He could squash you like a bug. Yet, his gaze speaks of nothing but gentleness. His hand is so warm, so big as his palm encompasses your side, fingers splaying across the softness there. 

“Wrecker?” You ask softly, a question burning in the back of your mind. “Why did you follow after me?”

His eyes widened just a bit, like he wasn’t expecting that. He’d already sort of given you an answer, but something within you is telling you it’s not the entire truth. He stumbles over his words for a moment, his eyes looking everywhere but your face. “I, uh, when Cid said you left already...I...checked my danger meter.” 

It takes your brain a moment to catch up to his words. Your eyes widen a bit, your gaze dropping to your own danger meter on your arm. The line is all the way to the left, almost invisible against the border of the meter. 

Realization dawns on you all at once, your stomach swimming with more than just nerves now. Every time the meter read safe, the boys were at Cid’s bar. Every time it drifted to the right, they were out on an “errand” or away from the bar. When one was in close range with their soulmate, their meters would read completely safe. 

“Because there’s nowhere as safe as with your soulmate.” You whisper, lifting your gaze back up to his. 

He’s staring at you again, intensity burning in his gaze. It’s not the usual intensity you’ve seen in him, the competitive and protective streaks you know run deep within him. This is something else, something you’ve never seen before in him. 

“Wrecker, how did you...know?” You whisper, not trusting your voice not to waver as tears begin to pool in your eyes. 

He shrugs. “Well, it was mostly just a feeling.” He lifts his other hand, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then I saw your meter and overheard you talkin’ to Cid the other day.” 

Right. Cid had caught you staring at your meter for the thousandth time and had asked you what was so interesting about it. Trandoshans have soulmates, just like most of the other species in the galaxy, so Cid knew about your mark and what it meant. You’ve never asked Cid about her own link. She’s never brought it up, so you’ve always been too scared to ask. 

“I asked Tech what it meant.” Wrecker continues. “He said some links sort of...turn off if you’re close to your soulmate. He said it all technical but that’s what it means. Meters don’t show danger when you’re close to your soulmate cause there’s no danger this close.” He shrugs again. “I just kinda figured it out lookin at my own.” 

“You’re so smart, Wrecker.” You laugh, your stomach aching in protest. You should stick a bacta patch on before it gets any worse. “I mean, every time you were at the parlor, it was reading safe and then every time you were gone, it would go back up and I didn’t even put two and two together.” You shake your head, turning to the med kit sitting on the table again. Wrecker’s hand drops from your side, leaving a warm spot in its place. “We both were meant to find our ways here, I guess.” 

You fight a yawn as you spread a bacta patch across the bruise on your stomach. Wrecker watches you, reaching out as you sway on your feet for a moment. You’re exhausted. It’s finally beginning to hit you, your mind snapping out of the daze. You’ve been up almost a full rotation. You worked a long shift, and then got attacked on your way home, and you’ve found your soulmate. 

“Are you okay?” Wrecker asks softly, worry thick in his voice. 

You nod. “Yeah. Just really tired all of a sudden.” You rub your burning eyes. “Been a long day.” 

“You should sleep, then.” Wrecker says, reaching out for you. 

“But...” But you’re right here. You’re finally here. You want to argue. You want to stay awake, you want to talk with him, you want to learn everything you can, hear every story he has to tell. You want to just sit in silence with him and enjoy his presence. You know he’s right, though. You need sleep. “Will you stay? Just for a little while?” 

He nods, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “If that’s what you want.” 

You nod. “Yeah. I’d like that.” 

***

It’s light outside when you wake. 

You can see the light shining in through your curtains. It’s the afternoon, you guess, not bothering to roll over and look at your chronometer. You lay there in silence for a few moments. Your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore. You reach under your shirt, peeling the bacta patch off, tossing it haphazardly on the floor. 

Your mind replays through the events of the previous day. You can hardly believe it, that your soulmate had been so close for so long and you hadn’t even noticed. You had been right in your deduction that your soulmate is a clone. You would have never pictured Wrecker in all your daydreaming, but you hadn’t known clones like them even existed back then. You won’t complain, though his size does bring a few concerns to the front of your mind. 

You finally roll over, glancing across your small bed. You’ll need a bigger one, for starters. Maybe a bigger apartment too.

A noise from the living room draws your attention. Your door is half open, not how you would usually sleep. Your whole body freezes in worry. Is someone inside your apartment? Have your worst fears finally happened? Did someone break in? 

You climb out of your bed slowly, opening the door the rest of the way. You can’t see anyone moving around. Your apartment is small enough, there’s really no place to hide. You creep out of your room, dressed in nothing but a baggy shirt and your underwear. Not exactly good fighting clothes. 

You peek around the corner finding...Wrecker. He’s scrunched up on your small couch in what’s probably a very uncomfortable position. You hadn’t expected him to stay the entire time you were sleeping. Just until you fell asleep. 

“Wrecker?” You ask quietly, not wanting to startle him. You can guess a trained soldier’s reaction to being startled awake is to aim and fire. You don’t want to explain to your landlord why there’s blaster holes in your wall. You also don’t want blaster holes in you either. 

You repeat his name slightly louder, succeeding in waking him. He sits up straight on your couch, looking around confused for a moment. He relaxes a bit when he notices you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“I didn’t expect you to still be here.” You say. 

“Oh, well,” He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. “Hunter said we’re staying here for a couple days so I...didn’t want you to wake up alone.” 

You make a mental note to thank Hunter and his big, soft heart later. “That’s really sweet.” You say. “I-I’m glad you’re here.” You are. You had expected to be alone today on your rare day off, but you’re glad for this unexpected surprise. “Are you hungry?” 

“Oh yeah.” He says, nodding enthusiastically. “I could eat a whole Bantha.” 

You giggle. “Well, let me get changed and we’ll go out and get something to eat.” 

You take him out to a buffet, thankfully having missed the lunch rush. You feel bad for the cooks though, as you both load plate after plate full of food. You keep pace with him, grabbing a plate every time he gets up. 

He stares at you in shock as you return with a plate full of dessert, digging in. “I’ve never seen someone eat as much as me!” 

You shrug, your cheeks warming just a bit. “I like to eat.” 

He continues to stare at you, watching you put down dessert after dessert. “I think I love you already.” 

Your whole face is hot as his words sink in. You tell yourself he’s only joking, but the look in his eyes says otherwise. 

You walk around the market for a bit after nearly cleaning the buffet out completely. You talk, telling him about you. Where you grew up, what brought you to Ord Mantell after the war, what your childhood was like. You know he never got the chance to have one himself. As soon as the clones could walk, they were thrust into training. There was so much of life he’d missed out on since he’d only been made for one purpose. 

You swear then and there to give him as much of a normal life as you can. 

You understand now, the posts you read from those who had met their clone soulmates. The guilt and the sadness that had plagued them at the thought that their other half had been deprived of normalcy, deprived of experience because they’d only been made for one purpose. Their entire lives had been dedicated to training for war, training to defend a Republic they didn’t even know. 

As angry as it makes you, you can’t change it. You can only promise to make things better from here. 

You end up on your couch, watching some holofilm. You’re both full and sleepy, content to sit together quietly for the moment. His armor is stacked in a corner, leaving him just in his blacks. He’s still broad and big even without it. Your head has fallen to his shoulder, resting there comfortably. He’s so warm, his body radiating heat. You could fall asleep like this, but part of you doesn’t want to. 

His arm snakes around you, pulling you closer against his side. You can feel it, the tension beginning to build. The link tugging, asking you to do something. Anything. 

You tilt your head, looking up at him. He’s staring down at you, his gloved fingers trailing along your bare arm. You’re so close. So close to him, so close to his touch. 

He leans just slightly closer, your lips parting slightly in anticipation. “I’d really like to kiss you.” He says quietly. 

You nod, reaching up and placing your hand on his cheek. Your fingers trail along the raised scars. He’d told you how it happened. Too close to an explosion one time. He’d been lucky. You’d been lucky too. 

His lips press against yours, soft and unsure. You’ve only kissed one person once, on a dare in school, and it had felt wrong. Some could ignore it. Some didn’t care. Some didn’t have a choice. You didn’t regret it, but you had felt the shift inside you, telling you they were not your soulmate. It would never feel like it would with your soulmate. 

That intuition had been right. 

It’s cliche to say, but fireworks go off when your lips touch. At least that’s the best way to describe it. Your body feels full of energy despite the content sleepiness you had just been experiencing moments ago. 

His own hand lifts, cupping your face. His hand is so big, fingers reaching back into your hair and your neck. How good those fingers are going to feel inside you. 

The thought sends a wave of heat between your legs. You know it’s natural. Most soulmates don’t last a day after initiating the link. It’s some sort of primal need to be as close to your soulmate as possible. Some speculate the true bond isn’t formed until you’re locked together completely and totally as you’re meant to be. One soul split between two bodies. The drive to be as close as possible is uncontrollable. 

“I don’t...want ta force you...into anything.” He says, pulling away from your lips just slightly. 

You trail your fingers over his cheek, smoothing them across his lips. “I don’t think I could stop. As long as that’s what you want.” 

He shifts, lifting you onto his lap. “I’ve been wanting you since you put down that plate of cakes.” 

You settle in his lap, legs spread wide over his thick thighs. “Oh, kriff,” You breathe, feeling the bulge pushing out from his blacks. 

Every part of him is big. 

The thought sends another wave of heat between your legs.

“I think,” You’re interrupted as he kisses you. “We should move to the bed.” You wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Good idea.” He murmurs, lifting you up with one arm as he stands. 

Kriff, he’s strong. 

He carries you the short distance to your room, sitting you gently on the end of your bed. He stares down at you as you shift backwards a bit, giving him space. Yeah, you’re definitely going to need to invest in a bigger bed. You just pray this one holds up. 

You strip your shirt over your head. He’s already seen you in your breastband. You’d jumped that step without even thinking last night. Being around him had felt so normal. Like he’s always been here. 

He kneels on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. His touch is light and soft, such a contrast to the hulking man leaning over you. His fingers trail along your skin, tracing a path over where the bruise had been last night. It tickles your ribs and your sides, his fingers skirting just under your belly button, but not going low enough for your liking. 

“Wrecker, let me feel you.” You say, dropping back to your elbows. 

He sits up slightly, tugging his gloves off before tossing them and his shirt to the floor. He’s all big, defined muscles and tan skin. There’s scars, big and small, littering his chest and arms. You want to map each and every one, but you’ll do that later. Right now you want him. Right now you need to feel him. 

His hands find your skin again, the calloused digits trailing higher this time, skirting around the edge of your breastband. You stare up into his eyes, arching slightly so he can reach behind you and pull it off. You feel exposed, but not in a bad way as his eyes take you in. His hands immediately reach for your breasts, cupping them in those large palms. 

“Perfect.” He breathes, staring down at you intensely. 

You trail your hands up his arms, letting them slide over his shoulders. “Not as perfect as you.” 

He lets you pull him down, your lips meeting once more. It feels more aggressive this time, something having shifted as tongues and teeth clash. You know he’s feeling it too, the drive between you to get closer. 

His lips trail down your throat, teeth scraping against your skin as he works his way down your body. His fingers curl under your waistband, tugging your pants and underwear off. You let your knees fall open, exposing yourself completely to him. He kneels on the floor, leaning over the side of the bed as he stares at your slick folds. 

Bless him, he’s probably never been this close to a woman before. 

You take his hand, showing him what to do, how to touch you, where to touch you. You’re already plenty wet in anticipation, aiding his fingers as he presses them into you. It’s a tight fit already. You have some work to do. 

His mouth replaces his fingers on your clit, tongue circling just as his fingers had. You’re a moaning mess, dripping all over his fingers as he works three of them into you. You need the stretch if you’re going to take him. You haven’t seen him yet, but you have felt it. You’ve never had anything that big inside you. You’ve never had anything but your own fingers inside you. 

He’s ruined you completely, and he’s only had his fingers in your pussy. 

Not that you’re about to complain. 

Your first orgasm washes over you unexpectedly. It hits you suddenly, his fingers pressing against everything inside of you as his tongue flicks across your clit. You squeeze his fingers, head falling back with a cry of his name. You’re trembling, hips jerking against his face. He keeps going, overstimulation beginning to burn through you a bit. 

“Okay, okay.” You tap the top of his head and he stops, looking up at you. “Gimme a minute.” 

You flop back against the bed, breathing out a curse as he pulls his fingers from you. His hands smooth over your thighs, fingers leaving a trail of wetness against your skin. 

“What was that?” He asks sweetly, innocently. 

“You made me cum on your first attempt at eating pussy.” You say, leaning up on your elbows again. “You should be proud.” 

“Can we do that again?” He grins. 

You nod. “Yeah, but you’re gonna cum too this time.” You motion at him. “Pants off.” 

He stands, sliding his blacks down his legs. You gulp, taking in the sheer girth of him. He’s not so much long, as he is thick. You’re not sure how exactly that’s going to fit inside you, but you’re determined. 

You slide off the bed, steadying yourself on your still trembling legs. “On the bed.” You direct him. 

He lays on his back, his hard cock laying against his stomach. You crawl over him, wrapping a hand around his length. It’s so big your fingers almost don’t touch, hot and heavy in your hand. Kriff, you can do this. You run your hand along him a couple times, watching his head fall back, his chest rising and falling. 

You debate making him cum just like this. You’d love to watch him but you want him inside you when it happens. 

You shift yourself over him, lifting up on your knees as you line him up. His hands slide up your thighs, holding you steady as you press him into you. He’s so thick, burning as you stretch around him. You go slow, easing him into you. 

You fit him in all the way. It’s a stretch, a little painful. You can feel him, every inch of him inside you. You look down, your stomach bulging a bit.

Kriff. 

You brace your hands on his stomach, his hands still holding your hips. His eyes are hooded, staring up at you. You feel alive, every nerve ending on fire as you finally connect fully with each other. 

“Kriff, Wrecker.” You breathe, beginning to rock your hips. “So big.” 

“You can take it.” He groans, using his hands to help you move. “Look at you. So beautiful, mesh’la.” 

The word sends shivers down your spine. It hadn’t taken long for the web group to discover the clones’ use of Mando’a words. Brave souls had gotten translations, providing the group with common words and their meanings. Hearing the word from Wrecker’s mouth, though, is something else entirely. 

Better than you could have ever imagined. 

You bounce on top of Wrecker, working his thick length in and out of you. He hits every spot inside of you, your legs already shaking in pleasure. You know he’s close, his grip around your hips tight as he grunts and moans. 

“Fuck, Wrecker,” You moan, slipping a hand down to rub your clit. “I want you to cum inside me. Fill me up,” You babble, getting close to the edge already with how the head of his cock pushes against that spot inside you with every thrust. “Fill me up till I’m overflowing!” 

Your words cut off in a cry as he thrusts his hips up, meeting your own thrusts. You cum with an incoherent stream of expletives and his name, soaking his stomach. He cries out, shoving his hips against yours as he twitches inside you, pressure building as his cum fills you even more. 

You collapse against his chest, slick and sticky from sweat and fluids. He’s still partially inside you, some of his cum being forced out by the spasms still trembling through your body. You can hear the steady beating of his heart against your ear, his hands sliding against your back as he wraps his arms around you. 

“Kriff.” You breathe, pressing a kiss to his chest. 

“I could get used to that.” He says, tightening his grip around you. 

You smile, patting his chest. “Gimme a few minutes. Maybe a nap too.” 

You go to slide off his chest to lay against his side but he stops you, holding his arms tight around you to keep you still. “No,” He says. “Stay right here.” 

“But what if I crush you?” You ask, attempting to lift your head to see his face. 

He laughs, loud and happily. “You’ll have to try a lot harder than this.” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead as you relax back against him. Maybe you won’t need a bigger bed after all. 

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Venus square Neptune

I have this aspect in my own chart and I've known many people with it in theirs. When Venus squares your Neptune, you can often brush past people’s flaws by magnifying and highlighting the good things about them to the point where you're not seeing the other clearly. Oftentimes these folks don’t see people for who they are because they unconsciously choose to only see another's positive qualities, looking at them through a rose colored lens or placing them on a pedestal higher than where they place themselves, which is why it’s so important for people with this aspect to learn the importance of somewhat detaching themselves from the other and to examine whether or not they're projecting their ideals and expectations. The idea of a person will always be more appealing than the actual person who's standing in front of us. Wishful thinking is huge with this aspect and it can be incredibly destructive as they can perceive something to be greater than it is or put high unrealistic expectations on others.

With this aspect, you kind of choose what you want to see in a person, especially in romantic relationships and when the illusion breaks, what’s underneath can be deeply unsettling for one with a Venus-Neptune square. This is one of the hardest aspects a person can have on their Venus in my opinion because it puts a veil over one's Venus beautifying everything; even the ugly. Red flags turn into a pretty pink and once that veil is lifted we have a hard time forgiving ourselves for not seeing the obvious blaring cautionary signs or for not being rational enough. Tina turner, Whitney Houston, Diane Keaton, Joan Collins, and Stevie Nicks all have this aspect in their charts and all have faced major challenges in regards to their romantic relationships.

These people may attract partners who may not always have their best interests; they may date people who portray themselves as one kind of person when they're the complete opposite, get into a relationship with somebody who is deceiving, or they may face a painful unrequited love. They can often take rejection personally as if it reflects something about themselves, but the truth is rejection is to protect us from those who aren't the right person for us. Neptune is a very distorting and illusive planet when harshly aspecting another planet. These people have a hard time saying no and often fall into people pleasing tendencies as well. Dating is confusing, exhausting and oftentimes very heartbreaking. These people may feel a sense of sorrow for putting in so much effort towards their relationships or a towards person that did not reciprocate.

In romance, Venus-Neptune people are often looking for the love of their life. They're hopeless romantics waiting to cross paths with the one. Venus-Neptune people go through the ringer when it comes to dating and over time they become discouraged and soon realize that maybe their fantasy was never going to come true. Because of this cyclical pain and rejection, they can become entirely closed off to romance by creating ideals that absolutely no one can fulfill.

They can also get into a relationship with someone who does love them, but if it’s not the kind of grandiose fairytale love the Venus-Neptune person is seeking or if the person doesn’t perfectly match their ideals or meet their expectations, they can exit the relationship out of dissatisfaction. A good way to combat this is to ask yourself if you yourself could fulfill all of the things you seek in a partner. This is the challenge because Venus-Neptune folks are hardcore lovers and they tend to repress that part of themselves if they’ve faced enough turmoil in their relationships, or like I said create unrealistic expectations in others, ruining their chance of being in a healthy relationship.

Something a Venus-Neptune individual should know is that the love that they so badly want does exist because they exist and that they don’t need to go over and beyond to receive the love they deserve; they should never plead someone to love them. They need to provide the love that they so badly want to offer another person to themselves first. They also need to determine whether or not their ideals are rooted in reality. Self love, self appreciation, and self examination are deeply needed to be practiced when one has this aspect.

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Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger: Zenryoku Zenkai Book Kiita Komagine x Ryo Sekoguchi Cross Talk (translations below)

Publication: April 15, 2022

-From, "What's with this guy?" to sworn enemies-

"Although Kaito and Stacey were enemies, it was a relationship where a type of friendship gradually developed, but how did you both feel about your roles?"

Sekoguchi: In the beginning, when it comes to Kaito, you feel like, "What with this guy?" He's a completely different person from Stacey, so he couldn't accept him. That's why I felt that he wasn't good around Kaito, and the more he met him, the more he felt against Kaito. If they both weren't interested in each other, they wouldn't have gotten involved with each other. However, they fought each other many times, and there were times where Stacey cared about Kaito, so even though they had different ways of living, I felt that they were attracted towards each other because they had similar cores. I think of them as a comedic version of the relationship between Naruto and Sasuke in "Naruto" (laughs).

Komagine: As Kaito, it wasn't like, "Because it's Stacey" or something like that, he wanted to be friends with everyone, including people and Kikainoids, so I played the role while genuinely wanting to get along with him. Every time they met, Kaito was rejected, but that didn't mean he gave up, and for a year I kept thinking that someday their feelings would reach each other. I didn't waver in that part, and I played the role without abandoning his desire to become friends with Stacey.

"For Kaito, he treats Stacey the same way he treats Juran and the others."

Komagine: That's true. Kaito doesn't really care about appearances or where someone comes from, he just sees them as human…..which not all of them are (laughs), but, he wants to get along with a guy named Stacey, and that's the one thing that never changes.

"He really never got discouraged, huh?"

Sekoguchi: He's really strong mentally (laughs).

"As for Stacey, he's annoyed by the fact that Kaito keeps approaching him, but isn't it more accurate to say that he's someone you can't help but face?"

Sekoguchi: Stacey isn't interested in other people to begin with. However, the first time he met a type of person like Kaito, he stuck with him somewhere in his heart. I don't think even Stacey himself understands how to express the feelings that were created by him. So, I think the reason he has to defeat Kaito is because there's a part of him that's worrisome to Stacey. There's also Zox and the others, but he only thinks of them as troublesome or an annoyance. However, he has to face Kaito, so the way he looks at him is completely different from the way he looks at the other members.

Komagine: This is going to be abit more focused on Kaito, but throughout the year, Kaito seems to have everything, but he doesn't have his parents, and Juran and the other Kikainoids also have lonely pasts because their families are missing. Because of these pasts, Kaito's trying to do his best, so I wonder if he felt the same thing as the Kikainoids, and reached out to Juran and the others. At first, I played the role with straightforward feelings, but Kaito's old friends don't really make an appearance, and there was a side of him that tried to force himself to do his best, which I thought was normal for a boy his age. That might also be why he decided to reach out to Stacey, who was all alone.

"Even though the tone is usually lighthearted, for episodes involving Kaito's parents, the heavy parts are hidden and revealed at crucial moments."

Komagine: This show has the perfect balance of funny and serious.

Sekoguchi: If you don't pay attention, it'll suddenly creep up on you.

Komagine: It's a funny seriousness, or so to say. Like even when Kaito found out his father's true identity (No. 35 Kai!), everyone was saying, "Dia! Dia!" (laughs).

-We learned about each other's personalities through switching places-

"We'd like to ask about each of your performances, but when it comes to the comical aspects, we were impressed by Stacey rushing into the tennis match in No. 29 Kai!."

Sekoguchi: I think that was the first time Stacey acted for someone else. He tried his best to camouflage himself, but it was obvious who he was (laughs).

"When filming scenes like that, do you have to think about how far you want to deviate from your usual character?"

Sekoguchi: I felt that Stacey's character would change once his costume changed, so I played him without changing his inner self at all. It feels like he acted for Yatsude's sake. I think his seriousness is what makes him interesting (laughs).

"Did you enjoy filming it?"

Sekoguchi: I enjoyed it!

Komagine: Since we always do something like that, we're always like, "Here comes the next one!" But in this episode, Ryo-kun was dressed up as Stacey in the form of a tennis player, which was even more refreshing and interesting than usual. Another one, is that he also became a teacher at the school! (No. 33 Kai!).

Sekoguchi: It was because of that World's power (laughs). I was also on the side of the viewers the whole time, so I was able to enjoy it. I felt like I was getting caught up in that position. In No. 32 Kai!, I can't help but think that the two of them swapping places due to Inverted World's power was comical, but also an important episode in the sense that the two of them confirmed things about their respective positions.

Komagine: Since Ryo-kun and I were switching roles, we had alot of discussions with Director (Kyohei) Yamaguchi while reading the script, which we hadn't done since the beginning of filming. We always see each other on set and in the finished footage, so we know each other, but when it comes to acting, it's a different story. Only Ryo-kun understands the details of Stacey, and only I understand the details of Kaito. I felt that there were alot of things that I learned for the first time because we switched roles.

"Like what specifically?"

Komagine: When I'm Kaito, my emotions go from 0 to 100 all at once. It feels like I unknowingly do things as Kaito that I normally wouldn't do. It's done completely unconsciously, so when I looked at Ryo-kun's Kaito, I realized, "So this is how he looks, huh!" We also studied standing posture together, and we learned alot from looking at it objectively.

"What does Sekoguchi-san think?"

Sekoguchi: I felt that Kaito's much more sensitive to various things happening in front of his eyes than we see in the footage or on the set. He looks simple but is complex, looking like a perfectly straight tree with fine branches growing from it. It was a great discovery to find out that our main character has a sensitive side to him that requires constant attention.

Komagine: Speaking of which, I also thought that Stacey would've been fine if he just spoke in a smooth voice and without hesitation, but he's totally different from me in terms of looks, and even when he did the movements that Ryo-kun did, he doesn't look like me, so I wondered what would be the best way to go about it. Kaito faces his opponents head on, but Stacey turns his head the other way. However, if someone's talking to you, you reflexively turn in that person's direction. Ryo-kun doesn't do that…..but, sometimes I wanted to turn, so it was very difficult to get the hang of it (laughs).

Sekoguchi: Also, there were our voices. We each did the actual voicing during the dubbing, but on set, the voices and movements had to be linked. The performance of Kaito, who raises his "voltage" all at once, was the complete opposite of Stacey's, so we had to rewatch past episodes multiple times while working on it.

"Saying that, was the dubbing also difficult?"

Komagine: It was difficult! We had to match the movements of the other's mouth, and I think Ryo-kun felt this way too, but there were parts of him that I couldn't quite match. Still, the viewers who watched it were satisfied, so I'm really happy about that.

Sekoguchi: I wasn't really sure what to say, but somehow the results turned out alright! (laughs).

Komagine: We cleared it with passing marks (laughs).

"Were you aware of any of the characteristics that the other said they discovered?"

Sekoguchi: I feel like I'm already doing things unconsciously. I've been doing this from the beginning, so by the time it was completely ingrained in my body, I was behaving as if it were normal.

Komagine: Maybe we were thinking about it in the beginning, but at this time we were already very familiar with it, so we weren't really conscious of it at that point.

"Listening to you talk about it, it seems like while the swap was fun, it was also a very difficult challenge."

Komagine: It's not just limited to that episode, but even if you think, "It made the cut, so I did a good job," isn't that just a self evaluation? We're doing this so that everyone can see something good, so we can only feel at ease after hearing everyone's reviews. We have to constantly check with all the viewers feedback. Even if I think I did good, if there's a discrepancy in the viewers comments, it's just a difference in my own judgment, so I have to adjust and correct it. I'm definitely nervous until the broadcast date. Especially since I also played the role of Stacey being swapped.

-Stacey welcomes change with friends-

"The development of working with Hakaizer is a turning point for Stacey, and in No. 34 Kai!, the sight of Kaito looking happy saying, "You're working with Hakaizer, right?!" was also memorable."

Komagine: Kaito originally thought that Stacey was all alone, but when he switched places with him, he found out that he was being oppressed at Tojitendo, which convinced Kaito that Stacey was completely alone. When Stacey brought along a comrade for the first time, it made Kaito really happy.

Sekoguchi: At first, Stacey wasn't interested in friends or anything like that, and he was a character who didn't trust people to begin with. However, when switching places, he realized how important human connections are and the things that can come from them. Then, in No. 34 Kai!, when he was told by Kaito, "Isn't it much better to win a whole lot by working together with some friends?," up until then, he couldn't accept it, but he decided to give it a try…..I think that's how he felt.

"Later, in No. 38 Kai! in which Bon World's ability brings him face to face with his mother, Lise, when he's attacked, he's shocked and thinks, "Is the same thing happening to Hakaizer and Goshikida Kaito?……" and we wonder if that was the catalyst for the change."

Sekoguchi: I don't think he would've been able to realize it on his own, but as he interacted with more and more people, he came to learn alot of things, and it may have been because he was attacked by his mother that helped him look at his own actions objectively. At first, he started out wanting to beat and surpass his father, but he came to realize how pathetic he was for acting the same way.

"What did you think of Stacey's development at that time?"

Komagine: Kaito wanted him to be happy, that goes without saying, but he also cared about him and wanted to save him. That's why he went to help him with Hakaizer at that time. Of course, Kaito wanted to become friends even towards the end, but I thought, "What should I do to make Stacey the happiest?"

"While having to win the battle against Tojitendo, Kaito also has to worry about his parents and Stacey, so he's quite busy."

Komagine: I feel that way too. However, he's not the type to try to figure out things. He acts on instinct and intuition, so he just does whatever he wants to do. In No. 5 Kai!, when he says, "Instead of mom and dad, I should've focused on saving everyone by taking down Sushi World," at that moment, Juran intervenes with, "Of course it's important to take care of your own business." Because of that episode, if we don't keep his stance of, "Always ready to go all out for anything!" Kaito's character will be lost. I didn't over think that part, and just went with what was written in the script.

-The difficulties of playing God-

"Towards the very end, there was a twist in which Stacey was possessed by God. As the climax approached, you had to make a big change in performance."

Sekoguchi: It was challenging. Until I read the script, I had no idea what Gege's purpose was, so when I finally found out I was like, "Really?!" (laughs). I felt that I had to break down or forget about Stacey once the mysterious guy entered him, and his character was completely different from my usual way of speaking and facial expressions.

"When your body was being taken over, "(Sweetly)" was written in the dialogue part of the script."

Sekoguchi: I was like, "What do they mean by (sweetly)"?! (laughs). So, I started thinking about whether God has a gender in the first place. I didn't want God to have a gender, so I was conscious of the neutrality of the image, where it's hard to tell whether they're male or female. In addition to God's composure…..I thought that it had to come from within, but that part of the performance was difficult.

"How was it working with Stacey, who was in a different state?"

Komagine: Hmmm…..He’s clearly different. He made me think, "Even if it's not me, you'll notice!" (laughs). But, it was really cool to see Kaito go to God and say, "Is Stacey even fine with this?!" I was like, "That's it!" it's just like Kaito to make a point like that.

Sekoguchi: He says the most straightforward things at any moment (laughs).

"We were surprised to hear him say lines, "I'll become your friend" while he was being controlled."

Sekoguchi: I didn't say it in the original state of Stacey, so it was beyond my own image. I'm alittle sad about it (laughs).

"God leaves Stacey's body after No. 46 Kai! Then, a series of exchanges with Kaito saying, "I mean, Stacey, you're really nice," and Stacey replying, "Stop that!" was also memorable."

Komagine: For the first time, Stacey complained to Kaito with, "I'm tired…." so my feelings when acting were, "I have to do something about this!" Still, I thought the viewers would be nervous to see Stacey leave, and as Kaito, I felt that Stacey's state of mind was wavering between the Zenkaigers and the position he held up until now. There was a feeling of suspense about what was going to happen in the next few episodes. I'm sure that even when he's with everyone else, Kaito is thinking about Stacey, and Stacey is thinking about Kaito. But, the parts that didn't work well together kept coming up, and I kept thinking, "What's going to happen in the end?!"

Sekoguchi: It started with the scene where he looks sad as he watches the Zenkaigers take back Hakaizer. Not only is his only comrade gone, he now has no place to return at Tojitendo. He had to meet Kaito in such a situation where he's lost everything, so at that time, Stacey was in a very weak state of mind. He was already past his limits.

"It was quite a painful development to watch."

Sekoguchi: If I'm allowed to say it, he's simply not good at living…..(laughs). Of course there are many things that make me feel sorry for Stacey as well, but it's definitely due to his own actions up until now. It's no one's fault but his own, and if he doesn't change, nothing will change. In No. 46 Kai!, he's on the verge of understanding his interactions with Kaito. Up until then, I think there was always a part of him that was blaming his surroundings or the people around him.

Komagine: Kaito wanted to help his father, and he achieved that goal, but the fact that he took Stacey's comrade away has always remained with him. In regards to that, when his father told him in No. 41 Kai!, "If you don't want to leave Stacey alone, you need to do something Kaito," I felt that his resolve to save Stacey was strengthened once again.

"Speaking of, when it comes to the Goshikida family, Yatsude is obviously an essential part of Stacey's life, isn't she?"

Sekoguchi: She really saved him. The scene at Colorful where Stacey confides everything to Yatsude was really great.

Komagine: I'm really glad that Yacchan is played by (Sakakibara) Ikue-san. In the scene where Stacey confides in her, there was a part where she stood tall and firm, so as Kaito, I was proud of Ikue-san for taking it seriously. The way she carried herself on the set was wonderful, and I thought I should learn many things from the way Ikue-san makes everyone on the set smile.

Sekoguchi: Stacey 's grateful to the Goshikida family because they gave him so many things. He received love from Yatsude, the father taught him camaraderie and bonds, the mother gave him her blood, and in the end, Kaito taught him friendship. Stacey receives everything that's important to him from the Goshikida family.

Komagine: Since he has the mother's blood in him, he and Kaito might actually be brothers (laughs).

-The two who have finally became friends-

"We were moved by the sight of him finally rushing over to Kaito after his admission to Yatsude in No. 47 Kai!."

Komagine: Up until then, if I grabbed him by the shoulder, he'd shake me off, but this time I was happy because we were able to say things like, "Let's go back together to Colorful," and "That's the plan." I felt like this was the first time someone accepted me, so it was like I was both myself and Kaito! It's hard to imagine Zox and Stacey teaming up to fight together (laughs). That's part was cool too, and I could see the passion these two have, so from No. 47 Kai! to Final Kai! it's really interesting!

"What was it like playing the role of Stacey, who was finally forgiven?"

Sekoguchi: Stacey wasn't thinking about anything in particular at that time, but he was able to become more honest, or rather, he regained his sense of identity. I had the scene with Yatsude-san before that, and based on that scene, he felt embarrassed, but I'm glad he was able to be honest with himself…..I played the role with that kind of nuance. He felt relieved when he saw Kaito, and couldn't help but laugh when Vroon said, "I'm also a former Tojitendo," and it was a moment where I could see the happiness of everyone fighting together.

Komagine: Then there's the final episode, where Kaito has to fight alone in the spirit world, but he realizes that he's not fighting alone, which gives him confidence. I think this also embodies the best part of Super Sentai, where they fight as a team, and the fact that it ends with rock paper scissors is typical of Zenkaiger (laughs). Since the ending seems like a continuation, I can also imagine how each of us will go on our own journeys and become happy, so I'm glad things didn't end with Sushi World! (laughs).

Sekoguchi: The real thrill of Super Sentai was felt towards the end. Each of them had their own problems and were born in different environments, but Stacey, for example, could achieve his goal of defeating Barashitara not alone, but with his friends and comrades. It made me think once again that Zenkaiger is a show filled with such qualities.

-Reflections on the days of our strange friendship-

"At first, where did you think the relationship between the two of them would end up?"

Sekoguchi: I was thinking of all kinds of possibilities, but I stopped thinking about them halfway through and just hoped that the story would progress well. And then God appeared! Whether they're defeated or become friends, each has its own merits.

Komagine: I truly thought that Stacey was going to be defeated. He helped Kaito when they were fighting Barashitara, and at the end, he fought with everyone else as Stacaesar, but they ended up fighting each other. It made it seem like he'd say," I wish I had joined you sooner…..please give my regards to Yatsude….." *whoosh* (disappears).

Sekoguchi: I predicted something like a good ending would happen for "the villain" (laughs).

"It's understood that you all sometimes predicted what was going to happen next."

Komagine: We all did it. I had suggested to the staff that Final Kai World should appear and that it ends with a bang, but they rejected it. "Today is the final episode of Zenkaiger, Final Kai!" and then it would abruptly end…..

Sekoguchi: Who would be satisfied with that?! (everyone laughs). Well, it definitely fits with Zenkaiger (laughs).

Komagine: But, after filming the final episode I thought, "I'm glad it didn't happen!"

"Has your impressions of each other changed up to this point?"

Sekoguchi: They've changed. At first, I heard that he was shy, but now I don't find that to be the case at all.

Komagine: Ryo-kun's appearance is very cute, so I imagined him to have a selfish personality. I thought he was aesthetically pleasing and very beautiful….However, his personality is that of an old mans! (laughs).

Sekoguchi: That's for sure (said straightforwardly).

Komagine: He's so carefree, that he'll even take his clothes off when eating! In a good way, I felt that he wasn't high class or too distant. So I felt that we didn't have to worry about things, and in that way, I felt close to him. It's completely different from my first impression of him when we first met, that's why Ryo-kun feels younger than me even though he's older than me, and I can talk to him freely.

"During filming, there was no particular reason for you not to speak to each other just because your roles were that of enemies."

Komagine: There were none at all (laughs). When the cameras are rolling, I think Zenkaiger is a show where everyone does whatever they want to do in an interesting way, so I usually interacted with Ryo-kun without thinking of him as an enemy or an ally.

"Moving away from the main story, we saw the third part of the Unmasked Warrior series at G Rosso. We thought the part during the play where Kaito encourages Stacey's competitive nature and dances, as well as the teasing relationship between the two of them was adorable."

Komagine: You won't see that in the main story (laughs).

Sekoguchi: Stacey was acting alittle different than usual, so it was difficult!

Komagine: Well, it had a nice feel to it, even if it deviated abit from the regular TV version.

"Was it difficult to perform on stage?"

Komagine: When Stacey says, "Next time we meet, we'll be enemies, so be prepared," and tries to leave, Kaito says, "Why don't we go home dancing?" and Stacey was like, "Why should I…?" But in that scene, they start dancing, and the line shows that Stacey took what Kaito said seriously and as a challenge. I was honestly just trying to say that we should dance (laughs). So when Stacey said, "Oh no!" I was like, "Eh? Eh?"

Sekoguchi: It was difficult to get the timing down for "Oh no!" It's because the lines were different every time.

"The third part is also available on DVD, so we hope everyone will take this opportunity to watch it again (laughs). Could you tell us about some highlights of the fourth part?"

Komagine: We're more involved in it than in the third part, and there's action scenes, so I feel like it's more Zenkaiger like. Some highlights include seeing the transformations of the 5 Zenkaigers, as well as the secret transformation of Flint. Also, Gaon, played by Tsuta (Tsutamune Masato-san), will also appear.

"Wouldn't it be better if it was already played by the actors themselves?"

Komagine: That's true. The person who had been playing Gaon up until then saw Tsuta-san during rehearsal and said, "Ah, the real guy…" and even though he's the same Suit Actor, I thought it was different. It's very reassuring to have Tsuta-san in the fourth part, and it's very easy to work with him. We'll be performing for a while, so I hope you'll enjoy watching it.

Sekoguchi: The overall atmosphere of the fourth part is "cute" (laughs).

Komagine: The relationships in the stage play change before and after the final episode, so I hope you'll enjoy that as well!

"How do you feel looking back at the relationship between the two of you?"

Sekoguchi: Rather than the bond between Kaito and Stacey being formed in the traditional Super Sentai style, they gradually became more aware of each other from a distance, and I thought it was wonderful that in the end, although we didn't express it in words, our hearts were firmly connected. I was thinking about this myself while playing Stacey, but I like the atmosphere that seems to exist between the lines of the story, which isn't captured on film, as their hearts move through the process of becoming friends.

Komagine: Looking back on Zenkaiger, I had alot of fun, and it was so fulfilling that I thought, "There's no better place to be on set than this, huh?" Ryo-kun joined us later, so I wonder if I could've supported him better since I was there from the beginning. But, I was really impressed by the way he played Stacey, to the point where he became a popular character. I'm glad that the actors I was able to work with this time were Acchan (Mashiko Atsuki), Hina-chan (Mori Hinami), and of course Ryo-kun. The popularity of Zenkaiger is largely due to Stacey, so I'm grateful for that as well! (laughs).

Sekoguchi: No, no, don't be ridiculous! It's all thanks to everyone's power in Zenkaiger that it's as popular as it is now!

Komagine: (laughs).