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envy-of-the-apple · 4 months ago

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A Mutual Hatred

Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader

finally kicking out the fic that’s been a draft for three years:) ahaha...aha...ha if its obvious this was written for another character...no it wasn’t

(Warnings: implied non-con, implied drugging, college!AU, dark content)

Gojo Satoru did not like you.

He didn’t make it obvious. But, you could see the way he slowly inched away from you. And the fake fake smile he stretched on his lips anytime he was forced to talk to you.

It was a little offensive. You never obsessed about people liking you, but the fact that someone super popular would rather not exist when you were around...well, it stung.

It could’ve been worse. At least he didn’t openly admit his hatred of you. It was just the tiny, little things he did that made you know there were boundaries.

But you weren’t Gojo’s friend, you were Geto’s friend. Which meant, as much as you’d rather not to go the party celebrating their latest win, you were still dragged anyway.

A loud cheer erupted across from the room. Still nursing your drink, you gave Geto a look.

“The baseball team,” He sighed, “Shit, sorry. I didn’t know they were gonna be here. I know they’re fucking crazy but they won’t bother you. I promise.”

You have to laugh at his genuinely apologetic look. You wave him away.

“It’s fine,” You say, “I don’t mind, Besides, they look....fun.”

Your words come a bit too late as you spot the team captain trying to do a handstand on top of an extremely fragile vase. That would end well.

“I’m glad they’re supportive of you, at the very least,”

Geto is sighing, ready to apologize again. He promised you this would be low-key, just the basketball team and a few mutual friends.

Now it’s just the basketball team, along with a hundred other people.

If anything you’re impressed at how quickly the numbers formed. The music was loud, booming, nearly blowing out your ears. People were dancing, at the very least, moving together in disjointed clumps because you are pretty sure alcohol doesn’t help you with dancing.

Voices tear you away from the scene, and your gaze settles on Geto’s volleyball squad. They eagerly start to wave him over. He shakes his head. You frown.

“Don’t babysit me,” You tell him, “Go. Have fun.”

He gives you a look. You roll your eyes.

“I promise I’ll be fine. The only reason I’m here is for the free beer.”

You’re planning on throwing your cup of cheap booze away the second you can, but you don’t want him to think he has to guard you for the night. That’s who Geto is, a self-proclaimed protector. You don’t even know him all that well but he’s still more than happy to forfeit hanging out with his friends to sit here with you. He’s a good person.

You still can’t understand why a guy like him would ever be friends with Gojo.

They had been childhood friends. Best friends. Stayed together until college. Maybe it was just proximity that kept them so close, because you couldn’t imagine it were their personalities.

Geto sighs, reluctantly slipping away.

“If you need anything, lemme know.” You nod, keeping your smile on as he gives you one last look before joining his friends.

Finally alone, you drop the cup in the trash as soon as you can.

At least, you thought you were alone.

“Too strong?”

You jump at his voice. Gojo tilts his head, gazing at you with pretty blue eyes. His glasses are off tonight.

“I-” you stumble, not really sure what to say. He was going out of his way to talk to you? “I was just-”

“Don’t worry, I get it,” he laughs, light and airy and you’re starting to get why he has a fanclub, “Nazumaki has shitty tastes. Wanna try what I’m having?”

He hands you an opened can. Still a bit confused, you accept. It’s slightly better. With a fruity aftertaste. When you go to hand it back, he waves you off.

“Take it, I gotta’ drive home.” He reasons.

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, you accept. This was...weird. Really really weird. Gojo Satoru didn’t like you. Not even the slightest. Then, why was he being so...nice?

Or maybe you had it all wrong? You were overreacting?

“Congrats on winning your game.” You tell him, when the silence stretches on for far too long.

“Yeah,” he responds, “you went?”

You shake your hade.

“Too busy,” you responded sheepishly, “but I watched the highlights. You guys were awesome.”

“A huge improvement from fall semester.” he agrees. “Fuck, you should’ve seen us those first couple of weeks. Like a bunch of....coked up squirrels or something. Horrible passes, jumping all over the place, just-”

He’s cut off by your laugh. “I’m sorry...coked up squirrels?”

“You didn’t see our freshmen,” he argues, “It’s a great analogy.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” You smile.

It’s definitely the alcohol. On his part too. But conversation flows like you are two old friends. It’s so easy to talk to him. Laugh with him. For a moment, you almost forgotten how much disdain Gojo Satoru used to show you.

Almost.

“You know....for a while, I thought you hated me.” You confessed, because you had to bring it up eventually. The suspense was killing you, eating you alive.

“What?”

“I mean.” The floor looks weird. You don’t like the carpet. “On campus, you were always so stand-offish. Like you were mad at me.”

He shoots you an amused look. “I didn’t hate you. I guess I was kinda’ just pissed.”

You scrunch your forehead, “Oh, you were? Why?”

“’Cuz you had a nice ass and I wasn’t allowed to touch it.”

You blink. And then the world tilts sideways.

What?

Hands grip your shoulders, holding you upright.

“Woah, baby. I think you had a bit too much. Let’s go lay down.” Gojo purrs into your ear, as he starts leading you away.

You weren’t drunk. You knew that. You barely had anything. You make a meager struggle against his unwavering body as your dazed mind starts to piece what’s happening.

You nearly stumble into another group of people. Gojo takes the reigns immediately, apologizing on behalf of his ‘drunk friend who doesn’t know limits’. It’s so deranged that at one point you’re convinced you’re having an out-of-body experience. That this isn’t real. A dream. A nightmare.

But this is real. He shows you the moment he shoves you into a closet, shutting the door behind him.

“Wh-what are you doing-” your pleas are interrupted by soft lips. You’ve never once thought about kissing Gojo but his lips are like pillows. It’s his strength that suffocates you. Biting and licking up your blood.

“Would’ve done this sooner, but your bodyguard would never leave you alone for long. The bastard. Keeping you all to himself.”

Bodyguard? He’s kissing you again, groping you through your clothes and you can’t stand to even think. Geto, it eventually clicks. His helpful protectiveness. You-you thought he was like that with everyone.

Something, a second wind maybe, kicks up at you. You struggle against his large hands. Gojo grunts, as though your desperation was a minor inconvenience for him.

“Stop it, fucking stop.” He hisses, pulling at your hair. You yelp. “Stop fighting this when we both know you-”

The door opens, swinging in blaring light and the sounds of the party with it. Satoru stills, blinking up at the newcomer. You look up too, heart crackling with relief.

Geto stands there, chest heaving, and it takes a minute for you to realize he must have ran here. You open your mouth, nothing but a warbled plea comes out.

You expect him to do something. To grab Gojo by the hair and pull. To save you.

But he doesn’t. He just stands there.

When you search his eyes. You don’t find anger. You just see hunger.

Gojo’s pretty laugh rings through the air. Undisturbed. Expectant.

“What took you so long?”

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catmask · 3 months ago

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before i go to bed - can i confess something?

learning how to do art skills as an adult i didnt have the space for as a kid is terrifying. im not of the mindset that, when i see artists more talented than me who are much younger than me that i get upset. its the opposite really - i feel breathtaken watching everyone whos already got a foot in the race i feel like i was just able to tie my shoes for and start running. im happy for them, and im happy for me too - i WANT to do this, but i feel so embaressed for wanting it at the same time.

i dont think my art is even bad. i dont really think 'bad' art exists to begin with; objectively i can measure my skill and see improvement from where i began. i guess its more like i feel that my art should be more impressive for my age... or that i should have more to show for it. but if i say that, then what if someone older than me, or someone who feels behind me, hears me say that? i dont feel this way about anyone else but myself, but negative self talk can still seep out and effect others around you.

i think im coming to accept that being scared is a state i need to get used to and accept as a sign im moving forward. never trying anything hard IS 'safe', but 'safe' and happy arent always the same thing. some times you need to not be 'safe' to move towards being happy. sometimes you wont be either, just on the road between the two.

i am really proud of myself, and i think im moving forward to thinking a little better of myself too. and the truth is i am happy, because as long as i can keep drawing and sharing that with everyone thats all i really want. maybe i dont need to be impressive as long as im always getting better, maybe i dont need to be super talented as long as im always doing my best and remembering to smile.... i dont think thats a life to be ashamed of at all

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honeytonedhottie · 7 months ago

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how to change a belief, the formula simplified⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🛼

the law of assumption is all about forming assumptions and beliefs that serve u so that u can live the life of ur dreams. but like, how do u form assumptions and beliefs? its super simple ��

the basis of changing a belief is changing ur assumptions around an already existing one. when we r born and even still now, our minds are literally so malleable. no one is born with a set of beliefs, these beliefs r impressed unto us by so many different factors such as family, surroundings and environment, society etc.

because there are no SET beliefs and beliefs are formed, that also gives us the power to form our own beliefs. what makes a belief a belief though is consistent reinforcement.

(IDENTIFY + MODIFY + REINFORCE = NEW BELIEF)

when u consistently reinforce and solidify ur belief it gets expressed in ur reality. ur belief that the sky is blue is a belief that you've had since FOREVER and thats why its expressed. ur belief that ur always broke is one that u consistently reinforce and thats why u experience it.

IDENTIFY ;

identify what beliefs u already have about something. then classify the belief as something favorable or unfavorable to u. for example if u wanna be rich and ur belief around money is that its super hard to make then you'd classify that as unfavorable.

MODIFY ;

now comes modification. lets go back to the example that we used above. the way we'd change the original belief (its super hard to make money -> INSERT NEW TRUTH) for inserting the new truth i recommend just using a simple affirmation.

REINFORCE ;

last but not last to learn anything and strengthen any belief repetition is key so u should persist in ur new belief. remember, its ur choice to choose a new belief so stand firm on ur decision.

(reinforcement = standing firm and repetition)

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zhaobear · 3 months ago

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28 (teaser)

It takes you 28 weeks to leave Kim Gyuvin, but only 28 days to run right back.

PAIRING : kim gyuvin x fem reader

GENRES : fluff, crack, eventual angst, with a happy ending, enemies to lovers au, strangers to lovers au, rich girl au, bakery au, falling in love in france!!

WORD COUNT : 1209 (teaser), estimated to be 20k

SUMMARY : when you pack your bags and move to france on a whim, you don’t expect just how many challenges you’ll meet — whether it’s your difficulty in adjusting to the new country, the harsh truths of the fashion industry, or most infuriatingly, pastry chef kim gyuvin, whose immense talent doesn’t stop you from deeming him the bane of your existence. despite yourself, his shop soon becomes more of a home than you’d like to admit, as gyuvin’s delicious creations and honest words slowly worm their way into your heart and show you that affection is more than just a monetary transaction.

WARNINGS : profanity, might be suggestive, red hair gyuvin x blue hair mc, mc wants to go to fashion school and gyuvin owns a pâtisserie (both are 20), mc is a bad bitch but sometimes superficial/spoiled but!! has char development, gyuvin shows love by being a little shit, i apologize for the banner graphic design is not my passion

AUTHOR'S NOTE : happy gyuvin day!! i wanted to finish this whole fic for his bday but i'm not quite there yet so take this teaser <3 if anyone wants to be tagged for this lmk and i'll start a taglist! i'm super excited to finish this fic even though gyuvin already got rid of his red hair......i will pretend it's still there

"NOT TO BE RUDE OR ANYTHING, BUT COULD YOU MOVE THE CRYING SOMEWHERE ELSE? YOU'RE AFFECTING BUSINESS."

Your mouth falls open. Out of all of the words you expected to hear from the employee with the red hair, these weren't at all what you imagined.

The sheer nerve of a stranger — you can’t help but fume. Your status has led you to experience all sorts of men, most commonly the kind that fall to your feet at first sight, begging you for a mere minute of your time. You’ve unfortunately experienced their rotten sides too, particularly the petty insults and misogyny that come with your industry. You’ve also experienced the raging anger when they realize you take too much pride in yourself to become their dolls.

But to be insulted so brazenly on the first meeting, given your name, your reputation — men do not dare.

“Well, excuse me for choosing your store to have a mental breakdown under. I couldn’t exactly—”

“Excused.”

“What?” You seethe, your face growing hotter by the second.

“You’re excused,” the boy repeats simply, before turning back to the door. “If you want to sit inside, you’re welcome. Please just don’t cry outside of my shop,” he calls over his shoulder.

The door closes behind him before you can even say anything back. You’re frozen in place, shocked by the pure shamelessness of the boy. Surely no manager would let their employee act this way? You’ve never been much of a Karen, but you’re tempted to find out.

Finally, you look inside the store, peering through the glass door. Despite yourself, you’re pleasantly surprised upon the realization that you’ve stopped under a pâtisserie. Although none of the French bakeries have made any lasting impact on you, the decent crowd inside the shop has to amount to something.

A variety of pastries are neatly lined on the glass shelves, clearly crafted with great care and intricacy. Almost all of them are unfamiliar, but your mouth waters anyway. You didn’t even know it was possible to crave something you’ve never had.

You observe a flash of red hair saunter behind a door at the back, and all your cravings disappear. That bitch. You’d rather die than sit inside the shop and let him win, but you cajole yourself with the thought of making a complaint as soon as you find the right person.

You push the door open, greeted by the bell that chimes overhead.

Warmth.

That’s your first impression of the store, and it’s not just the significant temperature difference. Something about the aura of the shop itself, the quiet but contented chatter of customers and the soft music spilling through the overhead speakers — you hate to admit it but it gives you a sense of comfort you were missing in the past three days.

You shake your head. Pull yourself together.

You storm past the line of customers, immediately met with their indignant shouts and protests, and stop in front of the young boy manning the register. His eyes widen, flitting back and forth between you and the customer he was helping.

“Miss, I—I’m sorry but you can’t just cut in line like that…” he trails off nervously. His expression makes you think of a nervous rabbit, cornered by prey twice his size with nowhere to go. Twitchy nose and all. It’s kind of cute, and a part of you feels bad. You know he didn’t do anything wrong, but maybe the intimidation will get him to help you faster.

“I need to speak to your manager.”

The boy balks, clearly unsure how to respond. He covers his confusion with a small smile.

“I’m sure whatever it is, I can assist you. Can I ask what the problem is?”

“Look, I appreciate you trying to help, but the best thing you can do for me is just get me the manager,” you huff. “Please,” you tack on awkwardly, feeling worse at the small flash of hurt in his eyes. The boy nods and leaves, disappearing behind the door at the back of the store.

You tap your foot impatiently, ignoring the string of curses the customers in line direct at you. Already irritated with the amount of time they’re taking, you consider leaving, about to turn around until the door finally swings open.

However, you’re not prepared for the man who emerges from the back. You gape at the sight of the red-haired boy, who raises an eyebrow at the sight of you, giving you an infuriating once-over.

“Is something the matter?” He asks coolly, like he didn’t insult you mere minutes ago. Like you’re just a regular disruption and not — not you. The heir to one of the most widespread fashion companies in the world. The girl with everything.

“I asked for the manager,” you hiss. But the boy’s face only brightens at the word, a casual grin spreading across his face.

“Looks like you’ve found who you’re looking for,” he replies, raising his hands. “Manager by day, chef by night. What can I do for you?”

Your hand clenches into a fist against your will, the need to punch the cheeky smirk off his face overpowering you. You hold yourself back, instead matching his attitude with a sickly sweet smile of your own.

“I thought most managers were aware of basic customer service. But I suppose I expected too much from a hole-in-the-wall place like this,” you simper, watching his face turn the same shade as his hair.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” the man splutters. “I—I have five star reviews on Google!”

You try not to snicker at how quickly you’ve caught him off guard, schooling your expression into something that you hope is cool and unconcerned. “Well then, I’m sure Google would love to hear my thoughts instead. No use being here if I can just put a few dents in those five stars, right?” You shrug noncommittally and turn around.

“Hold on,” the boy says, a hint of desperation in his voice. You face him, trying to smother the smug smile threatening to overtake your features. “Would a free pastry help?”

“Hm,” you feign contemplation. “I don’t know. None of the pastries in Paris have been particularly outstanding to me yet.”

“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem here,” he answers, smiling. The smile looks genuine enough, but you notice it doesn’t reach his eyes. His gaze is stuck on you — calculating, wary, like he’s still trying to make sense of you. “Yujin-ah!” He calls out without taking his eyes off you. The boy from earlier emerges behind him, refusing to look at you.

“Yeah?” He glances at the redhead with a lingering hint of that bunny-like anxiousness.

“Get her a kouign amann on the house for me, please.” He finally breaks eye contact with you to look at the smaller boy with a gentle smile that you can tell is reserved for him. Yujin nods, hurrying to grab the pastry.

“If it’s not to your liking, you can mention me personally in the review. The name’s Kim Gyuvin,” the redhead says, giving you a maddening wink before walking away. You splutter at him indignantly, but to deaf ears as he vanishes behind the back door.

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black-lake · 11 months ago

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astro observations 10

Hey -- I miss doing these astro notes, it’s been- years? where have I been? forced into a rat race. I’ve lately been watching a lot of stand up comedies, timeless comedy movies, rush hour, the hangover, you name it, they don’t make shit like this anymore. I’ve also been dealing with saturn transit my 10th house and conjunct my sun fucking up my life. so I got stuff to share.

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⛄︎ Happy capricorn season! I find it ironic that capricorns are hard workers but people don’t work hard in capricorn season, it’s when everybody slows down, enjoys the holidays, reflects and attempts to make new year’s plans.

Aspects that indicate humor

☃︎ I said it before and I will say it again, strong mercury-jupiter aspects are the most common in comedians charts, every existing comedian seems to have them conjunct, oppose or square. e.g. Jim Carrey, Kate McKinnon, Kevin Hart (mercury conj jupiter). Chris Tucker, Amy Schumer (mercury square jupiter). Rowan Atkinson, Steve Carell (mercury opp Jupiter).

☃︎ Moon in scorpio or capricorn, top notch dark humor. Chris Tucker, Pete Davidson, Louis C.K. (capricorn moon). Ricky Gervais, Ryan Reynolds, Matthew Perry (scorpio moon).

☃︎ Moon in gemini or sagittarius, making you laugh at random things, making the small details in life events remarkable and ironic. Sag got that joyful light hearted spirit no matter how sarcastic they get. Bill Burr, John Mulaney (sag moon). Gemini got that chaotic animated twisted humor, can go on endless tangents but you’ll never get bored. Aubrey Plaza, Jim Carrey, and Rowan Atkinson (gemini moon).

☃︎ North node in gemini or sagittarius being a naturally funny storyteller their whole life. I also notice north node in virgo, leo and capricorn in those that pursue public speaking or stand up.

☃︎ Many comedians or just straight up funny people got MC in gemini, virgo, sagittarius, or leo.

☃︎ Mercury in aries, leo, gemini, sagittarius, scorpio, capricorn the type of people that tell a basic story but the tone of their voice, choice of words, and the underlying emotion mixed with their perspective and delivery makes it hilarious.

☃︎ Mercury in a fire sign, can be loud, the underlying anger and passion in their voice tone is what makes them funny. Chris Tucker, Kevin Hart and Dave Chappelle all got a leo mercury. Joe List got an aries mercury.

☃︎ Mercury in an air sign, they keep you engaged, animated expressions, great at impressions and mimicking when they tell stories. Trevor Noah is a good example and Jim Carrey (aquarius mercury).

☃︎ Mercury in earth and water, the way they so calmly tell an intense life event story with a straight face and calm demeanor, almost seeming high, a lot of irony and nonchalance. Pete Davidson (scorpio mercury), Ricky Gervais (cancer mercury) and Kate McKinnon (capricorn mercury).

☃︎ I have mercury conj jupiter in aries and I’m ruled by mercury (gemini rising). I’m super sarcastic and cutthroat when angry, it makes people upset, shocked, amused, wanting to laugh but also butt heads with me. My mind can find irony in literally anything. I also can change my voice and facial expressions easily when I’m mimicking someone.

☃︎ Those with strong mercury-pluto aspects, the type that could actually give you contractions from laughter. They think intensely, experience life intensely, are cutthroat and skeptical, are super intellectual and deep which is enough to make them ironic in the way they communicate. Their communication style comes across as bold, raw and shocking, saying it how it is, not afraid of joking about taboo or embarrassing stuff. It feels like my life is fucked up my mind is fucked up and I don't give a fuck typa attitude. Matthew Perry, Pete Davidson, Louis C.K, Adam Sandler, Ryan Reynolds, Steve Carell (mercury conj pluto).

☃︎ Heavy pluto and saturn placements can make someone insanely funny especially if they’ve got aspects indicating public speaking. The absolute best at self deprecating humor. They aren’t afraid to share their traumatic experiences, because not only they make people laugh but they give hope to those who can relate. They got where they are by accumulating that much knowledge and wisdom and it came through many wounds usually relating to rejection, abandonment and feeling inadequate. They use humor to heal themselves and others.

☃︎ Pete Davidson, Ryan Reynolds and Ricky Gervais got heavy scorpio and pluto conjunctions, examples of plutonian humor. Dave Chappelle and Chris Tucker got heavy saturn aspects, examples of saturnian humor.

☃︎ Now Chris Tucker got all the basic comedian placements. He’s easily one of the best and most successful comedians to ever exist. The type to open his mouth and everyone starts laughing. It’s the attitude not even the context. He was the popular kid too, friends with Michael Jackson, Michael Jordan, Muhammad Ali, Jackie Chan, Prince and literally every iconic celebrity in the US.

☃︎ Chris has a mercury square Jupiter at 0°, leo mercury 28°, capricorn moon, scorpio jupiter, saturn in gemini, jupiter conj neptune (can expand the imagination in storytelling), north node in aquarius (he was a trailblazer in rush hour and many comedians mimic him).

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☃︎ I noticed so many times that people with saturn in gemini can be socially responsible, meaning that they refuse to cuss in some occasions and refuse to talk shit or go against their morals. Partially due to the lessons they learned on gossip and the consequences of misinformation or twisted narratives. Chris Tucker rejected an offer because he refused to cuss and smoke weed on camera, he also avoids vulgarity and profanity in his stand ups.

☃︎ Those with gemini north node are either so good at communicating clearly, storytelling and entertaining or will learn that in this lifetime. Same goes for gemini risings. One of their missions is to accumulate knowledge from everywhere they go without the need for distant travel and sharing it with others rather than keeping it confined for abstract contemplations (sag south node). They develop a communication style that is so personal to them that allows them to be a messenger, a bridge between people and a powerful speaker.

☃︎ I have a leo north node and the more I grow older the more I realize I'm never meant to act so old. This inner child in me screams to come out after every tough cycle esp when I'm mentally trapped in societal conformity. Those with a leo nn exude childlike innocence and purity, at their best spreading love and joy wherever they go. Though to get there they go through challenging experiences alone to build so much strength and confidence so they can pursue what they love and share love so freely since they are so used to being cold and detached (aqua south node).

☃︎ Those with a cancer north node are naturally so good at business matters like building a company or climbing the success ladder (capricorn south node). They learn quickly that material success alone does not bring them fulfillment. Every time they reach somewhere that feeling of achievement is fleeting and they just want to share those moments with others. They have this urge to connect emotionally to their loved ones and create memories. They might desire having a family of their own, a secure home, and a sense of safety and stability.

I somehow always unintentionally post in december and my posts be considered old next month, so I quit my toxic draining job last week, kinda feels like a life crisis, but I’m feeling so safe and cozy in my bed having my hot mocha eating all the christmas sweets and watching funny shit. so share your fav stand ups, funny movies or documentaries, anything you watch during the holidays. stay warm and cozy 🧣🎅🏼

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fullsunfilm · 1 year ago

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svt maknae line as your bf hcs

pt 2 baby!!

svt x f!reader, all fluff

wc: ~2.1k

read the hyung line ver

minghao

☆ takes you out on artsy dates (museum hopping, painting, decoden, brunch at a boujee cafe, etc.)

☆ takes candid photos of you every chance he gets. he uses them as reference for his art later and as a small pick-up when hes feeling down

☆ he understands the need for individuality in a relationship. although he loves you and you feel the same about him, he makes it clear that the two of you dont complete each other, but instead compliment each other

☆ hes not as openly affectionate around others, but he makes sure you know that hes there by rubbing your knuckles, walking close enough so that your shoulders brush, and leaving a small kiss on your head after each hug

☆ loves to dress you up! he thinks you look great in anything, but he especially likes how the clothes he picks out look on you. youre like his personal fashion model and he loves it

☆ hes super sweet to your family. he shows a lot of respect towards them and they take him in as if he was their long-lost child.

☆ he is brutally honest. he tells you exactly what he thinks and offers suggestions on how to fix things. although he still comforts and reassures you, he also tells you the truth and helps you accept reality

☆ he loves to make you tea! you two even have designated tea time where you both wind down and just talk about life for a bit

☆ the type to ask what youd like for breakfast at night and wake you up with the heavenly smell of his cooking

☆ while walking home from your favorite cafe with freshly-baked pastries, he stops by a local flower shop. when he gets home, he prepares the bouquet in a pretty vase and leaves them on the counter. they remind him of you, and he cant help but smile at the surprised look on your face when you wake up to see the flowers blooming in your kitchen

mingyu

☆ loves the way you look in his clothes. his favorite look on you is when youre in your pajama shorts and one of his big white tees

☆ super clumsy (but its endearing!!). he always finds ways to drop your things, but the sad puppy eyes and string of apologies leaving his lips make you forgive him every time

☆ he. loves. kissing. at the beginning of your relationship, he spent nearly half the time he had with you with his mouth latched onto yours. your friends said he looked at you like he wanted to eat you. he mellows out as time goes on, but the passion from the honeymoon stage of your relationship still lingers

☆ hes not afraid to show everyone that youre his girlfriend.. all the time.. anywhere.. he always shows his affection for you as if no one else was around

☆ the type to bury his face into your neck and hug you from behind all night (he wont let go until you “say the magic word, ‘please’”)

☆ hates that he loves it when you tease him. you think hes so cute when he gets flustered or upset, and although he tells you to knock if off and whines for you to stop messing with him, he secretly loves it.

☆ always shoots you a good morning text! if hes really feeling it, he’ll even send a selfie of him in bed, barefaced, with his hair all poofy and messed up from rolling around in bed

☆ hes a big softie normally, but an even bigger softie for you. he’ll bend over backwards to make you happy, and he never wants you to stop smiling

☆ a bit of a himbo, but it only makes him cuter. he always says dumb stuff that makes you laugh or trips over himself trying to impress you.

☆ gets the warmest, fuzziest, most mind-boggling feeling whenever he thinks of you. his friends always tease him about it (“you look like a real life heart eyes emoji. can you stop thinking about her and focus?”)

seokmin

☆ the most ‘boyfriend’ boyfriend to ever exist. he asks his friends to take photos of him when hes away. he sends them to you and captions them “look! its like we’re on a date <3”

☆ laughs the loudest when youre around. he finds you hilarious and loves your sense of humor

☆ gets drunk and sends you these long, drawn-out text messages where he expresses his love for you and how he wants to marry you. he gets super embarrassed when you tease him about them them the morning after

☆ he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky for him. every time you meet his gaze, his eyes are full of adoration, and a bright smile accompanies them.

☆ loves to pick up things that he knows you like while hes out shopping. he fills his cart with your favorite meal kits, frozen desserts, and even texts you photos of things asking if youd like him to buy them

☆ loves to surprise you with his strength. sometimes you forget just how buff he is due to his loose-fitting, boxy shirts. he loves picking you up randomly and laughs when you yelp in surprise and smack his arm while telling him to put you down

☆ shares everything with you! his clothes, his food, he even clears out one of his dresser drawers for you

☆ always sets up these really elaborate comedic bits with you. he knew he wanted to marry you from the moment you first played along

☆ he loves your hands. hes always messing with them, holding them, massaging them. he just loves your hands so much and especially loves seeing them when your fingers are entwined with his

☆ when he introduces you to his family, they all latch onto you immediately and basically adopt you. they adore you, and hes so happy that they approve of you he accidentally writes your last name as his instead of your own

seungkwan

☆ hes your best friend, and thats what makes your relationship so great. he knows you like the back of his hand, and you return that sentiment equally

☆ when he officially introduces you as his girlfriend to his family, his mom makes a comment about how he wouldnt stop talking about you for months. she adores you (sometimes, seungkwan even thinks that she loves you more than him)

☆ hes great at comforting you and empathizing with what youre going through. he hates seeing you cry, but knows that its needed. he holds you for as long as you need him to and listens to your problems just like you do for him

☆ hes extremely protective of you. not in the sense that he goes overboard and makes it weird, but in the sense that he doesnt want you to get hurt and he’ll confront anyone who he knows has bad intentions towards you

☆ he doesnt put up with your crappy friends’ bullshit. he sees right through them and makes an effort to tell you immediately how he perceives them, but he doesnt force you to follow his advice

☆ on his days off, he wakes you up with kisses and breakfast in bed. when you move to eat, you realize that hes already cut everything into bite-sized portions for you

☆ he peels the rind off of the tangerines his mom sent him before placing them on your plate

☆ although he loves you and wants to stay with you forever, he has no plans set up for the future. he simply wants to stay by your side for as long as he can, and hes willing to do whatever youd like to do in the future with your relationship

☆ he loves it when you call him “kwannie”, he thinks its adorable and feels his cheeks heat up each time

☆ he takes you out on the most romantic picnic dates and always stresses on planning ahead. he brings extras of everything and checks the weather app feverishly to make sure your dates dont get ruined by a drop of rain

vernon

☆ he cracks jokes at you with a straight face and it breaks you every time. he smiles afterwards and stares at you with love in his eyes

☆ he uses cheesy pick-up lines on you even though youre already dating. he loves how you cringe and get all shy, especially when he does it in front of your friends

☆ the two of you spend hours laying in bed and just talking. you talk about anything and everything, and you both end up sleeping as the sun rises

☆ you love his face, and he knows it. hes handsome. he always stares at you and likes watching you fumble whatever is in your hands or trip over yourself like a teenage girl every time he does

☆ he loves at-home dates. hes always wanted to cook a romantic meal for you, but he settles for ordering takeout since he cant figure out the meal kit in your freezer

☆ hes a bit of a blanket hog. the two of you giggle and thrash around the bed on most nights while fighting for the blanket

☆ the type to not question you much when you tell him to do something. if you told him to drink a mysterious liquid, he would. he trusts you completely

☆ you provide each other a sense of safety. you feel safe in his arms and he feels safe in yours. emotionally and physically you both allow each other to sleep soundly.

☆ he buys pairs of beanies whenever he finds cute ones so that he can match with you

☆ he loves to think about the stupidest hypotheticals with you and daydream about alternate realities (he bets that he’d still be yours in all of them)

chan

☆ hes your biggest fan. he loves hyping you up and reassuring you that youre more than enough, that youre beautiful and that hes so glad youre his girlfriend

☆ when he confessed to you, his exact words were “can i be your boyfriend?” instead of “will you be my girlfriend?” because he thought it was too cliché

☆ he loves it when you watch him dance. it makes him go 10x harder than he normally would. after practice is over, he drags you onto the dance floor and pulls you in for a hug, laughing as you whine about how sweaty he is

☆ his eyes are shining when he introduces you to his grandma. the two of you spend the evening talking with her and sipping on hot teas while she makes the tastiest stew youve ever had

☆ his favorite nights are those spent with you. lights off, on the couch with you on top of him and feeling you pressed close against him while the newest episode of your favorite kdrama illuminates the room. (he honestly cant remember what its about, and neither can you, because you both end up kissing and cuddling through multiple episodes)

☆ youre his partner in crime. you spend a lot of time plotting ways to tease his hyungs and end up agreeing to a lot of wild antics that end with the two of you being chased down by a pouty seungcheol

☆ he gets extremely silly around you. for some reason, having you around boosts his confidence, and he cracks more jokes and is way more extroverted in your presence

☆ the first time he heard you crying in bed, he turned you to face him and asked you what was wrong. he held you close, his face inches away from yours, and told you that everything would be okay. you fell asleep in his arms, with his hands running through your hair and the sound of his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep

☆ he put his photocard in the back of your phone case as a joke. every time he sees it, his cheeks get hot, but he cant quite tell if the blush is from embarassment or endearment (“you still havent taken that out yet? …no! its not a problem at all!!”)

☆ he lets you style him, even letting you do his hair and makeup. he says you do a better job than the makeup artists at work. he puts on a show for you afterwards, putting on his model face and letting you host a mini photo shoot for him

a/n: finally finished writing this! tbh i went a bit out of order when writing all 13 members, so this should have been out way earlier than the hyung line one, but.. yeah! hope this is good :> happy 17th heaven release day everyone!!

#seventeen #svt fluff #svt x reader #minghao x reader #mingyu x reader #seokmin x reader #seungkwan x reader #vernon x reader #lee chan x reader #minghao fluff #mingyu fluff #seokmin fluff #seungkwan fluff #vernon fluff #lee chan fluff

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sunderwight · 1 year ago

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contemplating an SVSSS fic where Airplane transmigrates into Tianlang Jun instead of Shang Qinghua.

he wakes up before Tianlang Jun was about to walk into the HH Palace Master's plot, but too late to really do much about Su Xiyan's situation or the frame job. of course, being Airplane, he doesn't go face down the sects and get sealed under a mountain. but he also doesn't know what to do about the whole situation with Luo Binghe.

he was too vague in his outline and especially in his actual story. finding Xiyan or possibly some random washer woman who lives along the Luo river is a needle in a haystack situation, and he didn't ask for any of this to happen to him, so he just ends up leaving it alone. Tianlang Jun goes back to the demon realms with his confused (but relieved) nephew, and works on consolidating his power there and on thwarting the attempted incursions of Huan Hua Palace.

HHP has egg on their face because they riled up the other sects and got them into this alliance/ambush plot and then the heavenly demon they were supposed to fight didn't even show up. hasn't even been seen in the human world since. while HHP tries to spin it as them being so strong and formidable that they scared him off, the other sects feel like they're just blowing hot air and trying to take credit for something that never even happened. was that head disciple of theirs even involved with a demon at all? suspicious how she just disappeared, too. maybe it's a cover-up. no one's particularly impressed or convinced after the fact that HHP's claims are on the level.

which at least means that there's no concerted effort to wage a war or anything. Tianlang Jun meets a young Mobei Jun and Airplane decides to expend a lot of time and energy in helping the young prince consolidate his own power, so that's a whole thing. there's no system so Airplane's not obliged to preserve the plot, but he still knows it's out there and he's gotta skirt the line between giving MBJ absolute power on a silver platter and not setting MBJ up to be killed by the protagonist one day.

there are benefits and problems to TLJ mostly leaving Luo Binghe's whole journey untouched. on the one hand, he anticipates that everything around Luo Binghe will continue just like in the novel, so that's easy to predict. but on the other hand, that means he's in for some trouble when the blackened protagonist emerges all super-powered and unbeatable from the abyss and starts taking revenge on everyone who wronged him (a category which potentially includes the deadbeat dad who abandoned him for years).

so as the time of the immortal alliance conference approaches, Tianlang Jun starts to think that he needs to get ahead of this.

the most logical solution is to prevent Luo Binghe becoming quite as OP of a protagonist as he'd been the first time. since TLJ is plenty powerful himself (one of the things Airplane enjoys! as well as being very rich!) LBH really does need every edge he could possibly get to be a threat to him. so, why let him gain those edges?

this leads to TLJ's brilliant plan: just don't let Luo Binghe get thrown into the Endless Abyss! no blackening, no all-powerful weapon, no gauntlet of monsters to hone his skills, just a run-of-the-mill heavenly demon hybrid who could never in a million years take his old man in a fight!

TLJ decides he can two-birds-with-one-stone this situation by capturing Shen Qingqiu. then, one day if LBH does still make it to his doorstep, he can present him with his hated scum villain as a peace offering. like well son I know I abandoned you to suffer on your own, but plausibly I didn't even know you existed, so here, have your abuser to dismember in cathartic violence as you please! become a filial son and this old man will help fund whatever massive harems you want to build!

genius!

so, shortly before the immortal alliance conference is set to take place, TLJ goes and steals himself a peak lord.

Shen Qingqiu is... kind of different from what he expected? but oh well, it's been years since he wrote the novel and lots of characters have turned out somewhat different in person from how they were on the page, and the guy was always a mess of contradictions anyway. TLJ hands him over to his servants with strict instructions to keep him locked up, but not to harm or kill him (revenge is reserved for the protagonist, after all!)

Zhuzhi Lang, who witnessed the last debacle where his uncle took a sudden keen interest in a cold but beautiful human cultivator, makes entirely the wrong assumption (as do a lot of the palace staff) and figures that TLJ has just become more pragmatic about pursuing his lovers. Shen Qingqiu is given appropriate chambers (and restrictions) and word soon spreads that the Demon Emperor has captured a human cultivator to serve as his concubine.

so, this version of SQQ has actually been Shen Yuan since Luo Binghe joined the sect (and also doesn't have a system and thus had zero plans of throwing LBH into the abyss), and he is desperately trying to figure out what kind of changes he has unwittingly invoked here that Luo Binghe's father should be still alive, and free, and also kidnapping him to be his goddamn concubine?! that has to be a misunderstanding, right?!

Mobei Jun is mad. and jealous. and mad. but a concubine isn't an empress, so that job posting is still available, right? it better be, he has been waiting more than a decade for the official proposal!

TLJ meanwhile decides he's going to go secretly watch the immortal alliance conference just to make sure that the universe doesn't contrive to drop LBH into the abyss anyway, but weirdly enough, Luo Binghe isn't even there. listening to rumors, he gathers that uh... some stuff has changed? like Luo Binghe is head disciple of Qing Jing Peak? and apparently went crazy when Shen Qingqiu disappeared? except that some people think they might have eloped???

maybe he shouldn't get his rumors from Xian Shu disciples, those girls remind him of rpf conspiracy theory shippers from his old life. they're probably just way off base! hahaha... ha...?

well at least TLJ did a pretty good job of covering his tracks, so there's no reason for anyone to suspect that he captured Shen Qingqiu. or there shouldn't be, until he goes back home to find that every single demon seems to believe that Shen Qingqiu has been taken by him to be his lover. where did anyone even get that idea?! TLJ has been dutifully pining in his unrequited and inappropriate love for the young Mobei Jun for years now! whenever anyone asks he insists he's still mourning Su Xiyan! it's been a whole thing!

but oh shit, truth aside, there's no way those kinds of rumors have remained strictly contained to demon ears. both demons and cultivators have their spies after all, and even if they didn't, news moves along the borders.

sure enough, TLJ barely has time to try and dismantle this misunderstanding before a young Luo Binghe arrives on his doorstep, along with Yue Qingyuan and the very-much-still-alive lord of Bai Zhan peak, for some reason, all of them extremely pissed off at him!

#svsss #moshang #bingqiu #long post #scum villain's self saving system #i suppose frantic backpedaling and explanations would ensue #also potentially mobei jun and shen qingqiu having to fight a ceremonial battle in skimpy costumes #just 'cause

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cressidagrey · 3 months ago

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The Ties that Bind - Chapter 10 (The End)

Summary:

Shadowsingers were made, not born. Made out of trauma and loneliness and desperation.

So when Cilla and Azriel meet and their shadows entwine, they both meet the only other person that could understand these particular childhood scars.

The last thing Azriel had ever expected from his mate, however, was for her to have a surprising connection to his brother.

Warnings:

Awkward Family Dinner? Rhys and Mor thinking they know better than anybody?

(This is the end for this part in the series. I think I could write 15 more chapters about Cilla actually getting to know everybody and getting more comfortable, but I feel like this is an alright place to stop for now.)

(super pretty dividers by @tsunami-of-tears)

Cilla had no idea what to even think of Mor.

Her first impression of the Morrigan was... complicated, to say the least.

She wasn't quite sure what to think. Wasn't sure what...how she was supposed to react.

"I am sorry, Mor is not the most patient sort," Azriel apologized with a sigh. "Rhys and her have been badgering us to bring you to dinner soon."

Rhys. Rhysand. The High Lord of the Night Court.

The name made her heart skip a beat. The High Lord, the most powerful fae in the Night Court...

She had heard the stories about him, as everyone has. The most feared High Lord of them all. And he wanted to meet...her?

Cilla was sure she didn't want to meet him.

She could feel the nerves coiling in her stomach. Meeting Mor had been enough of a shock.

Meeting the High Lord of the Night Court..she wasn't sure her heart could take that.

"He's not going to do anything to you," Azriel said drily like he could hear her thoughts. He knows better than that, Azriel's shadows hissed in agreement. "It's just...if Cassian had been the one raising you, you would have grown up with him as your uncle, Cilla," Azriel explained gently. “Half the stories you have heart…there are either not true at all or they are warped beyond recognition. I am not saying that he’s not dangerous, because he is, but you do not need to fear him. He’s daily,” Azriel explained quietly.

Cilla nodded slowly, understanding his point.

She knew that Cassian and Rhysand had been brothers-in-arms for centuries, that they'd fought together many times. It was likely that if she'd been raised by Cassian, she would have grown up knowing Rhysand as an uncle. But then, if she’d been raised by Cassian, Azriel would have also been like an uncle to her, something that she couldn't help but grimace at.

She…She was quite happy as his mate, thank you very much.

"But I wasn't raised by him," she disagreed quietly, forlornly.

No, instead she had been raised by her grandmother that had hated her very existence.

“I know,” Azriel said quietly. “Though to be honest…you will…eventually have to meet him,” he said carefully. “Unless you want him to show up in the library as well, because Rhys often sticks his nose in things that it doesn’t belong. Even as annoyed as Azriel sounded, Cilla could still hear the simple affection for his brother in these words.

She didn't want to go, to be introduced to the High Lord of the Night Court. She didn’t want to…She didn’t want to be…assessed.

What if he found her lacking?

"Is it because he's a daemati?" Azriel asked her quietly.

"A what?" Cilla asked, staring at him. A daemati? What was that?

Azriel's expression softened at her confusion.

"A daemati," he repeated. "Someone with the...unique ability to read minds. Rhysand is a daemati," he added ruefully.

Cilla felt the blood drain from her face. "M-mind reading?" she sputtered. The thought of someone being able to peer into her thoughts...it was a terrifying, violating idea.

Azriel nodded, his hand around hers squeezing slightly.

"It's one of his...gifts," he said carefully. "He won't use it on you, though. He's got enough manners to know that's crossing a line."

"No, that wasn't what I was...worried about," Cilla whispered. Now it was though. What would he see if he looked into her brain?

Azriel's eyes darkened, realising what her words implied.

He pulled her closer, his arms encircling her in a protective embrace.

"He won't…..use it, on you," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "And I'll be right beside you the entire time."

"What if he.."

Azriel's arms around her tightened, pulling her closer to him. His heart was beating fast, and she could feel his own worry and protectiveness through their mate bond.

"He won't," Azriel said firmly, his voice hard. "He'll have to go through me if he tries anything."

"But what if he...he...he wants to meet me because I am Cassian's daughter," she said weakly. "What if I am not what he..." what he expected. What if he found her lacking in some way?

Azriel's hand moved to cup her chin, gently forcing her to tilt her head back and meet his gaze.

"You are perfect," he whispered fiercely. "Exactly as you are. And if Rhys has an issue with that... then that is his problem, not yours."

"I am not exactly...normal," Cilla said weakly.

"...None of us are," Azriel pointed out. His thumb moved to brush against her cheek, a gentle, soothing gesture.

"You think Rhys...or Cassian, or any of us, are 'normal'? In fact, I'm pretty sure the term 'normal' does not exist in our vocabulary.' He added drily.

Somehow that soothed something in her.

Azriel held her gaze, his own gaze steady and intense."None of us are 'normal'," he repeated quietly. "But that is okay. You don't need to be 'normal' to be loved or accepted."

He tugged gently on their mate bond, his shadows wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. The steady thrum of reassurance flowed through her.

She stepped closer to him, letting him hug her, pressing a kiss against her temple. She breathed in his scent, letting that calm her.

Azriel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest. His touch was gentle and tender like she was something precious and fragile.

His lips lingered against her temple, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek.

“Just think about it,” Azriel requested softly.

Her hands clenched into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him tightly. She took a shuddering breath, trying to steady her racing heart.

Whenever she was ready...she'd probably never be ready.

But she would rather not have the High Lord show up in the library like his cousin had done.

Maybe when it was on her terms…maybe if she knew when it was going to happen…

She pressed her face against Azriel's chest, taking a deep breath.

"Alright," she agreed quietly.

She could feel Azriel's surprise at her acquiescence through the bond, his arms tightening momentarily around her.

“You are alright with meeting Rhys?” he asked her surprised. The silence stretched between them, heavy and expectant, as she felt his eyes on the top of her head.

Cilla just shrugged. “I would rather meet him when I know I will,” she tried to explain and Azriel sighed.

“They would all benefit from some patience,” he said sourly, making her laugh.

Two days was what she got...two days, and the shadows picking up a new dress for her to wear. Azriel's shadows kept bringing her things, for some reason.

Little…trinkets of sorts. A book there. A new bag. Pastries. So many pastries.

Both their shadows seemed particularly pleased with themselves that evening when they dropped off a new dress, its fabric glimmering with an almost otherworldly quality, shimmering and changing through every shade of blue in the world.

It was a perfect fit as if they'd measured her size precisely.

Cilla couldn't help but feel a pang of both amusement and affection at their antics. She could almost imagine their shadows going through every shop in Velaris, deciding what would be 'suitable' for meeting the High Lord. Azriel’s shadows were almost fussier than Azriel himself, she noted with an amused thought.

"They're more excited than I am," Cilla teased, holding up the dress as she spoke.

Azriel, leaning against the door frame of their bedroom, huffed out a laugh.

"They take their..responsibilities very seriously," Azriel said dryly, his eyes flickering away from the dress. "Especiallywhen it comes to...fashion, it seems."

It’s pretty, her own shadows sighed. It was. Beautiful in fact. Almost too extravagant to wear, like something meant for a highborn lady rather than..her.

But it fit perfectly. And her wings could move with no problem, which made it possible for her fly after Azriel to that enormous estate at the edge of the Sidra.

Azriel gave her a sidelong smile as they landed, a smile playing on his lips. "You look...lovely," he murmured, the words warm and sincere. His eyes flickered from her face to the dress, roaming over the fabric with an appreciative look.

Cilla felt her cheeks warm at his obvious approval, and she had to fight the urge to tug at the neckline of the dress nervously.

"Thank you," she said softly, ducking her chin to hide the blush on her face.

The Manor was an imposing structure, made of smooth stones and sweeping windows. Even the gardens were perfectly manicured, like the flowers themselves were too intimidated to grow out of place.

Anxiety coiled tightly in her stomach as they approached the front doors, the grandeur and elegance of the estate making her more self-conscious than ever. The dress suddenly didn’t feel like enough anymore.

Azriel must have felt her anxiety through the bond because he suddenly reached out to take her hand in his, his fingers closing tightly around hers. His touch was warm, and grounding, and Cilla drew a deep breath, feeling some of the tension in her melt away.

"It will be fine," he promised her. Right. Just don't think about anything...anything she didn't want the high lord to know about. Maybe she should just count. One, two, three, four...

Cilla took a deep breath, focusing on the steady rhythm of her own breathing. One...two...three..four. But as she counted, her mind still managed to provide a steady stream of worries and intrusive thoughts.

She had a feeling she would need a lot more counting to get through the night.

The door opened, showing an excited-looking Cassian, Nesta, his mate trailing after him, watching the whole scene with a bemused smirk playing around her lips.

"There you are," Cassian said loudly, his voice booming in the quiet evening air. His wings were twitching behind him as if itching to take flight, and he was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement.

"We were starting to think you'd gotten lost," Cassian continued, his eyes flickering over to Cilla with a pleased expression.

His gaze lingered on the dress, and a small whistle left his lips as he saw it. "Damn, Az," he said, giving his brother an approving look.

Azriel gave him an unamused look, his expression bordering on a scowl. "The shadows picked it out, not me," he grumbled, his grip on Cilla's hand tightening almost possessively.

Cassian gave a bark of laughter, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Don't be so defensive, brother," he teased, his voice gleeful. "Don't pretend you didn't give them a bit of...direction in their choices.""His Siphons are cobalt blue," Cassian explained, with a look in her direction. Cilla and no clue what a siphon even was.

Cilla gave Cassian a puzzled look, her lack of knowledge about siphons evident in her eyes.

"Siphons?" she repeated curiously, her tone revealing her ignorance. "What are those?"

"You don't know what siphons are?" Cassian asked, his eyes widening in surprise.

Nesta made a noise in the back of her throat that might have been a smothered laugh, while Azriel's expression turned slightly exasperated. He glanced at Cilla as if trying to decide how to explain it to her.

The shadows answered before any of them could, whispering to her

Siphons, they explained, are a channel for magic. They store and channel magic, for Illyrian warriors.

"Does the colour mean something?" Cilla asked.

Azriel's eyebrows shot up at her question, clearly surprised by her interest. His shoulders relaxed slightly, losing some of the tension he'd been holding.

"You know, I have absolutely no clue. They are clear when they are first given. Then they change to suit each owner," Azriel explained. "The number of them tell you how strong a warrior is though."

"Ah, see, I get seven," Cassian said with a grin, flexing his wings for show. "I'm the strongest, obviously."

He preened a little, clearly enjoying the chance to boast.

Azriel rolled his eyes and gave him a withering look.

"You and your ego," Nesta drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "As if you needed any more of it." "Azriel wears 7 as well," she explained for Cilla's benefit.

Cilla glanced up at Azriel, "Seven?" she echoed, surprised.

He shrugged, his mouth curving slightly in a wry smile. "Cassian and I are… evenly matched, it seems," he quipped

"Evenly matched for now," Cassian added, his cocky grin betraying his competitive nature. "The year's not over yet. Remember who won last year's snowball fight!"

A snowball fight?

They have a snowball fight every year after Winter Solstice…Master, The General and The High Lord.

A snowball fight?!

Cassian smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief, but before he could make another quip, a tall figure appeared behind him.

Rhysand. The High Lord of the Night Court.

"As Azriel is in the lead with a few hundred snowball fight victories, I am not quite sure if you should boast about that, Cassian," he quipped drily.

Cassian made a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a grumble, his wings twitching in irritation. "It was a lucky shot," he protested, his pride clearly wounded.

Rhysand was standing behind them, leaning against the door frame with an amused smile. "That's what you say every year," he said dryly.

"It was!" Cassian continued to argue, his tone defensive but his eyes gleaming with humour.

Rhysand chuckled at his friend's stubbornness, shaking his head slightly. He looked up, and for the first time, his gaze settled on Cilla.

His eyes - a deep, violet colour - flicked over her, taking in the dress, her wings, the way Azriel was holding onto her.

For a moment there was only silence, as he studied her silently. Then he stepped towards her, his eyes still locked on her face.

There was something almost. intimidating about his gaze, like he was searching for something in her eyes, in her expression. Cilla found herself holding his gaze, her breath caught in her throat.

His eyes were...arresting, like gazing into a deep well. She could almost see something churning in the violet depths, and it sent an involuntary shiver down her spine.

Rhysand took another step closer, his movements slow and deliberate. He was looking at Cilla like he was trying to read a book in a foreign language, his gaze intense and unwavering.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and velvety. "You must be Cilla," he said quietly.

Azriel's grip on her hand tightened as she heard her name, like a silent reassurance that he was there, close by.

She found herself giving a small nod, her throat dry and aching as she tried to find her voice. "Yes," she managed to say, her voice slightly hoarse.

Rhysand studied her face, his eyes flickering over her features as if committing every small detail to memory. She felt open, exposed under his gaze. His eyes then flicked down to her hand, still tightly wound in Azriel's. His eyebrow quirked up in a quiet, knowing gesture.

A smile curled at the corners of Rhys's mouth, a hint of satisfaction in his expression. "I've heard...interesting things about you," he said, his eyes still on her face, studying her every reaction.

Cilla's heart raced in her chest, her mouth suddenly dry. She had no idea what he'd heard about her.

She found herself wondering just what had been said about her, and by whom. Azriel's hand squeezed hers slight, a subtle reassuring gesture.

Right, Counting. One, two, three, four, she was not going to let him in her head, damnit, five, six, seven….

Azriel's presence behind her was grounding, his warmth and the steady rhythm of his breathing calmed her. She focused on the numbers, counting silently in her head as she tried to ignore the heavy weight of Rhysand's gaze.

One...two...three...His eyes were boring into her, watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.Four...five...six...

"As amusing as it is, there is no need to shout numbers at me," he said, a grin playing around his lips. She froze. Rhysand chuckled at her obvious embarrassment, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "I take it," he said slowly, "you don't enjoy having your mind read?"

Cilla felt her heart skip a beat at his words. Of course, he'd been able to read her thoughts, as she counted. "No," she managed to say, her voice slightly hoarse. "I...don't."

"Rhysand," Azriel snapped. The fear clawed up her throat.

Azriel's voice was sharp and protective, a quiet warning to Rhysand. He stepped slightly closer to Cilla, his wing shifting to partially shield her from the High Lord.

Rhysand looked unconcerned by the threat, his gaze still on Cilla's face. He gave a small nod, seemingly in response to her unspoken fear. "There's no need to worry," he repeated, his voice low. "I only read what you...projected."

"...projected?" Cilla repeated, her voice small and unsure.

Rhysand regarded her for a moment, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "You were...broadcasting your thoughts," he explained. "Shouting, so to speak, into the void. It was impossible not to notice, even for the most unskilled mind reader."

The realization hit her then. She'd been broadcasting her thoughts without even realizing it. The numbers...the anxiety and the fear...he'd heard all of it. Embarrassment and shame flooded through her, and she found herself looking down at the floor, unable to meet Rhysand's gaze.

Azriel's presence behind her was comforting, his hand still clutching tightly to hers. But even his steadiness couldn't completely calm the storm of emotions that was raging within her.

Rhysand seemed to sense her distress because he gave an amused huff. "No need to be so embarrassed," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

Cilla looked up at him, surprised by the lack of malice in his tone. The High Lord gave her a small smile, his eyes now soft and...almost apologetic.

Cilla felt a tiny flicker of relief at his words. He hadn't been intentionally invading her thoughts, it was just...unavoidable, given the circumstances.

Rhysand's gaze flickered over to him, taking in the subtle gesture and the way Azriel was still standing protectively beside her. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, hinting at some private amusement.

"I take it," he said slowly, his eyes still on Azriel, "things are going...well between the two of you?"

Azriel's jaw tensed slightly at the question, and his hand tightened around Cilla's.

Rhysand's eyes flicked down to their joined hands, his gaze calculating. Before either Cilla or Azriel could respond, a voice rang out from behind them.

"Don't interrogate him, Rhys," the female's voice was chiding but amused, as she approached the small group. She was strikingly beautiful, but then seemingly every member of Azriel's family was. "I would rather not have you three interrupt our dinner like a couple of barbarians. What's Cilla supposed to think about us?"

Azriel's shoulders relaxed slightly, some of the tension draining from his frame. "Hello, Feyre," he said evenly.

Feyre, the High Lady of the Night Court, smiled warmly at the both of them. "Good evening," she said gently, her eyes flickering over Cilla's form. "You look lovely, Cilla. Cassian hasn’t been able to shut up about you, so it’s nice to finally have a face to all his talking” she added with some amusement. Cilla managed a shy smile in response, feeling a jolt of surprise at the compliment. But Feyre's gaze had already moved on to Rhysand, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Don't scare the poor girl," Feyre chided, her voice still warm.

Rhysand smirked, unrepentant, and raised an eyebrow at his mate. "I was doing nothing of the sort," he retorted, his tone innocent.

Feyre huffed, but there was an amused smile playing on her lips. She shook her head at her mate, her expression a mixture of exasperation and fondness.

Rhysand gave a small huff, but it was clear he was not truly offended by Feyre's scolding.

Cilla felt a strange mixture of awe and...relief at the exchange. These were the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, two of the most powerful creatures in Prythian, and yet they were...just a pair. A bonded pair, bickering like any mated couple.

Feyre gave a chuckle, the sound like a bell. Her eyes flickered over to Cilla once more, her gaze sweeping over the dress, the wings, the way Azriel was still holding her hand.

There was a silent...understanding in her gaze, a quiet acknowledgement of something. Cilla found herself wondering if Feyre could also read her thoughts, like her mate.

"Shall we head to dinner?" Feyre suggested, her tone bright. "I'd rather not have the food go cold."

Feyre led the way as Rhysand followed behind her, their steps falling silently on the stone floors.

Cilla's heart still hammered in her chest as she slowly followed behind the small group. She found herself focusing on each step, each breath, trying to calm her nerves.

The sound of Feyre and Rhysand talking echoed quietly ahead, a low hum of conversation, as Azriel walked beside her, his presence a silent source of comfort.

They reached the large dining room doors quickly. Cilla could see the table, already set and full of food, beyond the doors. The sound of quiet chatter and laughter reached her ears, and her stomach gave a nervous flutter.

Azriel glanced down at her, his gaze searching. "You're doing fine," he promised her quietly. Cilla felt her shoulders relax slightly at his words, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

Feyre pushed open the doors, revealing the dining room beyond. The conversation and laughter inside halted, heads turning to look at the new arrivals.

Mor was there, holding a little boy on her lap, his Illyrian wing splaying as he smiled toothily at them. And another female...black hair, silver eyes, nursing a glass of wine. The little boy on Mor's lap smiled at them, his wings giving an excited flutter, clearly a child of mixed heritage…just like her.

The table was heaving with food, the scents of roasted meat and vegetables wafting through the air, making her stomach give a small grumble of hunger.

Feyre led the way to the table, her steps light and graceful.

Azriel placed his hand on the small of Cilla's back, as he led her to a chair opposite Mor, pulling it out for her before seating himself beside her. Everyone was watching her, their gazes intense and curious.

She fidgeted under the weight of the attention, her heart rate picking up. Azriel's hand was still on her back, a warm and steady presence.

"Given the fact that she is your daughter, it's surprising that she doesn't have horns," the silver-eyed female drawled.

For just a moment, she froze. Azriel bristled at the remark, his hand tensing on her back. Rhysand gave the female a warning look, his eyes cold.

"Oh, shove off, Amren," Cassian snapped. “If anybody has horns, it’s probably you.”

Cassian's snappy response broke the tension slightly, and the silver-eyed female - Amren, apparently - gave him a look of irritation.

Mor chuckled quietly from her seat, the little boy squirming on her lap. Feyre only rolled her eyes, clearly used to the banter between her family members

Cilla found her heart rate slowly returning to normal, though she still felt a bit on edge. The dynamic between the group was...interesting, to say the least.

Fights were obviously not unusual, the snappy and often biting remarks seemed commonplace, but there was an underlying affection, a deep bond that bound them all together.

Rhysand leaned back in his chair, surveying his inner circle. "Is everyone going to behave tonight?" he asked, eyeing them all.

Amren huffed, Mor chuckled, and Cassian smirked, but they all gave nods of agreement.

Azriel gave a small huff of laughter from beside Cilla as if silently commenting on their antics.

Feyre shook her head at them all, though her tone was fond. "At least try not to traumatize Cilla," she said with a sigh.

#acotar fanfiction #azriel x reader #azriel x oc #my writing #the ties that bind #azriel fanfic #azriel fanfiction

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chiscribbs · 1 year ago

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[***NOTE: Leo's design here is no longer accurate, link to the updated version.]

I know there are already a lot of "the brothers are separated at a young age and raised by different people" AUs floating around, so this isn't especially original, but- I've yet to see one with this particular parent-child arrangement, so...

Here’s some rough concept art for what I’m calling the “Grown Apart AU” Which I've also been affectionately referring to as the "Everyone's a Disney Protagonist" AU for quite some time... you'll see why.

Here’s the gist: Basically, Splinter is only able to save Mikey and Leo from the lab explosion - Raph is immediately picked up by Huginn and Muninn and handed back over to Draxum; Donnie is lost mid-escape and later found by Big Mama's goons, who show up for Lou but bring Don back with them instead when Lou is nowhere to be found.

Details of each turtles’ upbringings (as well as how/when they meet April) below the cut:

RAPH

Draxum raised Raph to be everything he originally intended the turtles to be: a ruthless, obedient super soldier whose sole purpose in life is to protect the Yokai by eliminating the human threat. Draxum taught him to hate humankind and trained him up to be virtually undefeatable in battle. However...because Draxum isn't the most attentive parent, most of the caretaking for Raph was actually provided by Huginn and Muninn. And the two little well-meaning gargoyles - mostly unintentionally and outside of their master's knowledge - wound up nurturing a much softer and friendlier side to their supposedly bloodthirsty warrior-in-the-making. As a result, Raph has essentially been living a double-life under Draxum’s ownership; playing the part of a perfect soldier for his father/general, who he's determined not to disappoint, and only feeling free to be himself when he's alone (or with H&M.)

Raph has always known that there were supposed to be other mutants like himself but grew up believing that he's the only one who survived the experiment, making him the only one left in existence (until Draxum’s oozesquitos create more, that is). Even though he had H&M to keep him company, being an only child could still be pretty lonely sometimes, so Raph would often imagine what having brothers - other mutants like himself that he could have grown up alongside - would have been like.

Raph is the only one of the turtles that knows his human DNA comes from Lou Jitsu - just like Draxum, though, he has no idea that Splinter is actually Lou Jitsu.

DONNIE

Donnie had a posh and cushy upbringing in Big Mama's hotel - she raised him as her own son(unaware that he’s actually Lou’s)/apprentice and uses his technological talents to aid her multiple businesses: he supplies new weapons and battlegrounds for the Battle Nexus, as well as automated assistants and security for her hotel, and even pitches in with her more off-the-record dealings that last one being without Donnie’s knowledge. Big Mama's kept him pretty much wrapped around her little finger; praising him for his intelligence and usefulness whenever he does a good job or makes her nice things. When he hasn’t, however, she’s a less-than-affectionate mother. Donnie will do absolutely anything it takes to impress and earn approval from her.

Donnie is largely sheltered and knows very little about the world outside of the hotel - especially the human world, about which most of his knowledge comes from what he finds on the internet. He doesn't even know that he's a mutant, believing himself to be just some uncommon type of yokai, since that's all he knows. He’s not allowed to fraternize freely with the hotel guests and has a somewhat contentious relationship with Big Mama’s assistant, whom he’s always viewed as competition for her affection. The closest thing he's had to a friend is S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N, whom Donnie built to have someone to talk to (besides Big Mama's boring, no-nonsense henchmen).

Don finally met April when he was about 11 yrs old; he secretly sent one of his spy bots out to explore the human city and she intercepted it. The two have been best friends and stayed in-touch with each other online ever since - April being unaware that Donnie isn't human.

Donnie knows of Lou Jitsu purely because he was Big Mama’s favorite champion in the history of the Battle Nexus - he idolizes him, having watched recordings of many of his fights, and dreams of one day fighting in the Battle Nexus himself (if Big Mama would allow that).

Leo & Mikey

Leo and Mikey were still rescued by Lou/Splinter and brought up in the NY sewers. Splinter felt extremely guilty for not managing to save the other two baby turtles and, for the first few years following the incident, spent much of his time searching for them. Once Leo was old enough, Splinter would start leaving him and Mikey in the Lair while he searched. He eventually gave up his search, presuming them both dead or lost for good, and resigned to keeping the remaining two as safe as possible - teaching them how to defend themselves and warning them never to leave the sewers unless he was with them.

Leo and Mikey were inseparable as kids - they would do everything together, refusing to even sleep in separate rooms until they were too big to fit in one bed anymore. Leo took his job as Mikey's big brother very seriously and always tried his best to protect him, even when they were simply playing games with each other. As they got older, though, the two brothers began to drift apart - Leo started to feel a little smothered; craving more freedom to do what he wanted when he wanted, without the older sibling responsibilities hanging over him 24/7. And Mikey started feeling like he couldn't go/do anything without his brother's judgement or approval, resenting the idea that he needed constant protection.

Finally, when he was about 13, Leo secretly snuck out of the lair one night to check out the city by himself and get a little taste of independence. After that one trip, it quickly became a habit and he soon began making regular “secret” trips into the city.

Somewhere along the way, his innocent quests for freedom and fun grew into opportunities to stir up some trouble - Leo eventually met and became involved with a group of yokai teens with whom he would pull pranks and play jokes on the city's human occupants (harmless ones...usually. They just enjoy causing a little mischief.)

Mikey, having to figure out other ways to keep himself occupied since his brother is usually by himself or busy with his new friends, has picked up a multitude of different skills and hobbies, trying absolutely everything he can get his hands on. His main hobby is spray-painting, which he uses to spruce any wall he can find with his own personal touch. By the time he's 13, much of underground New York has been covered by his handiwork. Mikey eventually finds out about Leo’s secret outings and follows him when he leaves one night - the two end up meeting April, who's never seen mutants before (having only talked to Donnie online and not seen his face) and promptly freaks out before realizing they're not dangerous. The three soon become friends, too, and April starts making plans to introduce the boys to Donnie - knowing he could use more friends besides S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and herself.

The four brothers' fates finally collide with one another when an escapee from Draxum's lab - Mayhem - shows up out of the blue and catapults Mikey and Leo to the Hidden City, where they have an unexpected reunion with their eldest brother.

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merlucide · 29 days ago

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The matchmaker has found a match……

@thebestsetter your match is….

ISAGI YOICHI!

x kindhearted, fun, exciting, attentive, vb player, fem!reader

RAAAAAAAAGGHHH

OKAY, NOW HEAR ME OUT BOO.

Yes, he’s basic, yes he’s bland

but

BUT, he’s caring, responsible, competitive and a silly lil guy!!

Idk what trope but either Mutual Feelings or Childhood friends :3

tbh I think you’d like be like his ideal type too??

anywho-

You’d be like doing your own thing and he’d just stare at you a think ‘She’s so pretty..’

and then he realized ‘oh no, I like her!!’

He would find every excuse to be around you, oh you need someone to help you carry for science project? Well what do you know! Isagi is already picking it up!

Need some one to spike? Isagi is literally Hinata wym (his spikes are awful, but you teach him how to do it and then becomes decently good actually!)

He confesses on accident lmao

He had finally, FINALLY, mustered the courage to ask you out!!! After literal YEARS of pining after you. 💀

He was supposed to tell you to meet him at the fair, because he had something he wanted to tell you (confess) but instead of

’Hey- We are still good for the fair right? I have something I wanna tell you there :-)”

he said..

”I’m gonna ask you out at the fair- you’re coming still right?”

sigh, Isagi, Isagi, Isagi

and you are just like ‘??? Did I hear that right??”

and it takes him a second to realize what the flip he just said

he just turns all red and is stuttering out incoherent nonsense

he wanted to die so bad

and you’re also like terribly flustered and caught off guard by the sudden confession

You had a feeling he liked you, but you weren’t sure if he really did feel the same!!

you just awkwardly-nervously tell him you feel the same and answer his original question with a soft ‘yes’

and he’s just like ?!?!??

i’m sensing a theme here..

He actually, genuinely, CANNOT believe YOU like him

like WHAT. This pretty, smart, funny, amazing, perfect, girl- actually likes me?!?

‘..so like …. Um … are we like… dating .. now ?’ is all he says

Real smooth Isagi, real smooth 😐

You then ask if this fair is a date now

which he’s like ‘I guess it is’

You both do the awkward goodbye and he goes straight to the boys bathroom and splash’s water on his face

He was genuinely tweaking

And that’s how you two became a couple! :3

The fair date was really fun, but super awkward bc, Isagi 🙂‍↕️

He tried winning you those big stuffed animals, and failed miserably 💀

He really wanted to get it for you too— then you ask if you can try it

You win on the first try.

hes just like ‘🧍‍♀️’

super embarrassed lmaooooo- but super impressed

Also he like… wants to hold you hand… but is like overthinking it so bad

‘Is it too soon??’ ‘Yeah it’s too soon’ ‘Would she even like holding my hand??’ ‘No she wouldn’t’ —-

Doesnt end up holding your hand 😔

You both end your first date on the ferris wheel

You both just chat about wtv, and that you didn’t think he’d like you

and he’s like ‘WHAT’

After he walks you home he immediately changes your contact name “Y/N-san” to “my girlfriend y/n💙”

Now! General HCs! :3

Isagi is such a good hype man ong, like you’re not feeling your best? Well Isagi is gonna make you feel like a thousand bucks!!

He thinks you’re the most perfect person to exist and cannot fathom you thinking you’re anything else but that

super sweet when comforting too, he’ll either hold your hand, hold your shoulders, or actually hold you when he comforts you.

Btw he gets super pumped up at your vb games, he’s like wearing your school/jersey colors and cheering for you in the bleachers

At first he didn’t really understand how the game worked, since the only sport that exists to him is soccer 💀

Really likes playing volleyball with you! He’s really good at digging and passing and so-so at spiking. He’s STUNNING at setting, because of yours truly 😚 like yes, I taught him that 🥹

hes got a mean serve though 😋

Now!

for the affectionate scale! Id say he’s about a 8/10 tbh

Hes like a clingy cat who always wants to lay on your lap lmao

always holding your hand, ALWAYS.

is a sucker for cheek kisses omg ><

He gets all blushy-n-gushy when you kiss his cheeks (anywhere really, but cheek kisses are his fav!!)

He gets soooo flustered when you give him affection or he gives you affection

eventually he gets used to it but he still blushes when you give him some love <33

He loves the simple hugs :) He loves squishing his cheek against you shoulder/neck and rub circles around you waist, while you massage his neck and blue locks (haha pun intended ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) )

Loves laying on your thighs obviously 😌 loves anything with your thighs tbh

His ideal date is probably going to see a movie or just walking around wherever and getting dinner 🙃

He will literally do whatever you want — so just tell him whatchu wanna do and he’ll be on board!!

Really appreciates it when you come to his games <33 it makes him feel so loved and valued <33

also feeds his ego 💀 in his mind he’s like ‘haha yeah, my gf came to my game, these losers don’t even have a gf 😌’

super cheesy btw- but it’s like the best kind of cheesy

Brings you pretty roses :) and likes to buy you keychains whenever he finds one he thinks you’ll like

love any gift you wanna give him, but really melts at the heartfelt ones

help I really yapped on this one 😭

anywho I think you guys would be real cute :)

I ship fr fr😽

hope you like it! 😭💗

(also did see your inbox question but by the time I got it I was literally done with the HCs 😭😭 …. HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT??)

runner ups!

Kuroo Tetsuro

Karasu Tabito

Bokuto Kotaro (HEAR ME OUT..)

#merlucide #merlucide’s matchups!#1k event #Isagi #isagi yoichi #isagi x reader #isagi x you #isagi x y/n #isagi yoichi x reader #Isagi fluff #isagi matchup #bllk #blue lock #bllk matchups #Sobbing

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somewhereincairparavel · 6 months ago

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I think the reason Rick fumbled with writing Jason's abilities/personality is because he was too focused on Jason existing as Percy's rival to focus on Jason as an individual character. And the funniest thing is, in the end, Jason was not considered satisfactory rival to Percy by the fandom either, which is ironic since that was the whole point of his character.

Rick seemingly screwed up the whole rivalry thing because, though he wanted someone to challenge Percy's power, he didn't want that person (Jason) to be more powerful than Percy or more enjoyable than Percy either, in the fear that the audience might start enjoying Jason more.

When you write a rival, you have to make sure that the rival character has equally powerful personality and strength/abilities compared to the person that they're rivalled with.

But Rick? The way he wrote Jason was like a half done updo. He dumped all the cool power on Percy (like potentially implying that Percy has bloodbending,can control water inside of someone, making sure Percy wins ALMOST every fight (and i mean, almost, there is a very rare time Percy ever loses) while limiting his power with Jason in every way possible, making the stupid brick jokes to make sure Jason always passes out in a fight, the whole "I only get one lighting bolt a day from my father" (it's a dumbass logic too, Jason should've been able to summon that much power of lighting on his own, he does NOT need his dad for that shit c'mon now) like it's an obvious effort to make jason appear weaker. Rick did all of this while lazily trying to shoehorn Jason's achievements in the plot by implying it but not actually showing it, like a "yeah he did this cool shit once ig" which makes it less impressive compared to Percy's achievements, which is something we've actually witnessed firsthand. Rick intentionally never brought up or expanded upon Jason's achievements much. He only emphasized everyone's awe of him being the son of Jupiter, which made it seem like Jason had the 'big three child privilege' where people didn't give a fuck about his efforts but instead his position.

Alright Rick, don't give him power, but atleast give him a personality? Nope he isn't getting that either. Jason had the potential to make DARK jokes about his controlled millitary life in Rome, and explore his past. Like I badly wanted a passage of Jason getting his memories back in fragments, Rick could've added flashbacks of Jason's past in his pov in a way that he gets his memories back. Instead he went "yeah yeah jason got all his memories back, it's all good" like SHOW us that wtf?? sure let's make sure he's as stale as possible to the audience, we can't have anyone liking the underdog over Percy Jackson!

He also made sure that Jason had it super hard in life aswell but never emphasized it or gave him anything good compared to Percy.

Don't get me wrong, percy definitely had it rlly hard, but Atleast Rick made sure Percy had a loving mom and a stepdad, a loving girlfriend and a cute adorable sister that he could play and spend time with, he got to celebrate birthdays with Sally, he got to eat her tasty blue food, and he actually had an ambrosia taste. You mean to tell me that Jason's sister barely had time for him, that he hasn't had a single birthday and that ambrosia tastes like sawdust for him while you give the other members of the seven, delicious ambrosia taste? 😤

Jason Grace has gotten the worst life in his own story, he wasn't "powerful" enough for a child of Zeus, he was "boring" , nobody properly trusted him, he died painfully, he didn't have parents, he barely talked to his sister, he didn't have a childhood, he was abandoned to blood thirsty animals when he was TWO, he didn't have a birthday, he didn't have an ambrosia taste, his girlfriend dumped him, he never got to see his best friend before he died, and he is terribly hated by the fandom who are simply turning a blind eye to his struggles because "no Percy will always be better in every way" yeah. I could go on and on.

#Rick Riordan I actually like your work okay? But why.#You fumbled jason in every way ever #But don't think I'll stop loving Jason. ha #Jokes on the people who think I'll find jason 'boring' NOPE not happening buddy #Jason is my top favourite Hoo character apart from Percy and Annabeth and nobody's going to bully me into changing it lol #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson #pjo series #jason grace #pjo hoo #pjo hoo toa #piper mclean #leo valdez #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #reyna avila ramirez arellano

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 month ago

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Because Edge has such a great personality, I would love to know his opinion on the other skeletons. Are they worthy of his attention or not?

Let's have a tour of what Edge thinks of all his fellow skeletons.

Undertale Sans - Clearly a pale copy of his brother, but without anything to look scary. What is even the point of his existence? He would be long dead in his world. He swears the guy is hiding something though. He always feels uncomfortable when he's staring at him for too long.

Undertale Papyrus - He thought he was a pale copy of himself until his Undyne challenged him to fight with Lesser Papyrus and Edge got his butt kicked so hard he ended in shock. WTF. He has no LV and he swears he was still holding back to not hurt him. How strong is that guy??? Edge doesn't like him.

Underswap Sans - Unsufferable little shit that thinks is more clever than everyone because he's super fast. How the hell is he a royal guard? One of these days, he will show him he's not that clever when fighting a real royal guard. And he's not saying that because that little shit arrested him one day for driving too fast without a license. Not at all.

Underswap Papyrus - A decent one. Edge loves to hang out with him, especially in front of Blue to make him mad. Honey is a good cook, and he's not impressed by his edgy face. He doesn't consider him a friend; he has no friends. But if he had friends, they would be Honey-shaped.

Underfell Sans - What? You expect him to say he loves his brother or something? Get out of here, that's none of your business!

Horrortale Sans - He can respect that guy. When Edge bullied him, he for sure never expected to almost be beheaded by the largest axe he had ever seen. He stays out of his path now. That guy knows how to fight, even though he's not showing it.

Horrortale Papyrus - Fuck that guy. He came to find him after he bullied his brother and lectured him for two hours like a child. Does he look like a child? Anyway, when Edge tried to escape, he grabbed him by the arm with his gigantic hand and Edge realized that maybe it would be best to listen to him after all.

Horrorswap Sans - Looks too similar to his younger version but gets really mad when accidentally called Blue. Edge did the mistake once and got surprise by how fast that guy is despite having only one leg. That's a horror movie cryptid.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He doesn't like him or anything, but can't help but feel protective around him. I mean, look at him. He's like a lost puppy or something. The big bad world is going to eat him alive one of these days.

Horrorfell Sans - He's glad he could take his brother out of hell before this. Edge actually respects Copper a lot for surviving through the famine despite being as weak as Red. Edge tries to help him and his brother when he can.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He has a hard time thinking he could have been in that situation, but he admires Chief for not giving up. He's not sure he would have been strong enough to stay as optimistic despite the pain. Chief is a little bit like his model, and Edge likes to hang out with him when he has some time.

Swapfell Sans - Finally a good training partner that is both challenging and competitive. Edge has a lot of fun training with Nox (who is definitely not his best friend at all). However, he can see Nox is very haunted by his role in the Royal Guard. Edge saw that look in old soldiers he trained, who are here only because it's paying well. Except Nox is not old at all. He's worried he might make a big mistake one of these days and is in negotiation with his Asgore to sort of hire him in his guard, so he can take his distances with his Toriel. He can tell his Toriel is not a good person.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's so similar to his brother that it hurts. Lazy, loud, pranking people all day. It's not even a surprise Red spends all his days with him. Ok, maybe one or two of his pranks amused him at some point, and maybe that guy is somehow charming enough for everyone to eat in his hands, but that's definitely not Edge's case (yes. yes it is).

Fellswap Gold Sans - He sees himself a lot in Wine, maybe with a little (LOT, A LOT) of manipulation. He's not sure Wine sees him as a friend, but Edge is definitely going to him when he needs advice. He's a bit the father figure he never had even though he looks like his brother and it's really weird. But at least he is always (brutally) honest with him and Edge needs that sometimes.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He can tell Coffee is following him everywhere like he's some sort of role model. That made Edge uncomfortable at first, but now he's worried when Coffee is not there to follow him around, asking a hundred questions. He is used to that.

Outertale Sans & Papyrus - He doesn't know them. But they look like pale copies of his brother and him. Except these ones fly for some reason. How though? Skeletons don't have wings???

Dancetale Sans & Papyrus - How many of these pacifist guys are there out there? Why the hell these ones are dancing???

Dancefell Sans - Uh... He didn't think there could be a weaker version of his brother honestly but here is Rumba he guesses. He got confused that one time he asked him to show his fight move and the guy started dancing??? How the hell did he survive so long???

Dancefell Papyrus - What the hell is that. That guy looks like him but he acts like Mettaton somehow. Edge is very disturbed and doesn't like him.

Farmtale Sans & Papyrus - They are decent. He expected yet another version of those pacifist weaklings, but somehow Sam is a lot more interesting than the others, not scared to talk back to him or fight him when he gets too insulting. Edge can respect that. Ben reminds him of himself when he was younger, full of hope and very shy. He's worried he might get crushed by the world at some point.

Mafiatale Sans - Annoying as hell. Literally exploded his wall once because he insulted his brother. Edge is holding back everytime he sees his stupid face, he wants to fight that guy so bad.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Creeper is scary. He only feared Asgore before, but that guy is even scarier. He doesn't say anything. He keeps staring at him. Menacingly. Edge doesn't like him.

Mafiafell Sans - He wishes his brother was similar to him, a little more active. Too bad Fang hates him because of what happened with Torpedo. Edge wanted to know him more before it happened.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Torpedo is the version of him he for sure doesn't want to become. Insulting, condescending, thinking he knows everything and clearly has too much power. The first thing Torpedo did was to laugh at him, saying he looks like a clown in his royal guard armor, in front of all his friends. So yeah, Edge got mad and attacked him. Maybe he underestimated the crazy amount of LV this guy has. You can only reach that by killing for fun, Edge saw that LV in the monsters he executed for Asgore. He doesn't like him, he knows Torpedo is a ticking bomb that will cause at some point a lot of damage because, with so much LV, it's impossible to stay in control for long. Edge hates him and hopes he will never turn like that.

Ink - ???????? His brain can't understand what that Ink guy is. He prefers to say out of his way.

Error - He can tell he's dangerous, but he's not sure why. He's uncomfortable around him and doesn't want to know more about him.

Disbelief Papyrus - Despite clearly being a clone of the pacifist guy, he can tell this one went through a lot and is a lot more similar to him than he would like. That Papyrus lost a lot of things and sacrificed his life so his universe could survive. Edge respects him a lot and tries to show him he's there if he wants to talk, even though he's not the best at that.

Killer Sans - Even though his brother likes him a lot, Edge prefers to keep a safe distant. He saw that guy LV, it's way too high for someone who pretends so well to be a jokester. Edge is not fooled by his little game. That Sans is dangerous.

Dustale Sans - He acts like Doomfanger??? He fights with Doomfanger??? Is that skeleton a skeleton or a mutant cat? He's not sure.

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