#just know that I'm fully aware I keep ruining things)

[andtheirmoonlight]

‘I'm so sorry for what happened to you!’ says a part of what happened to me.

‘I'm so sorry for what those people did to you!’ — you’re not ‘those people’, you are you, and you're doing the ‘what’ right now.

‘Omg people can be so horrible!’ — yes, you can be, and so lacking in self-awareness.

When you were trained to think of everything in black and white, you start seeing yourself as a ‘good person’ and start believing that everything you as a ‘good person’ do or have the potential to do is always good, and that you are never the villain. But humans do not work that way.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) "The Ancient Monkey King and The Beautiful Fox Princess"

A Long Time Ago in the Kingdom Of Sakutopia, It's been a whole year since the Divorce of Daniel Rooster and the Loss of the Beloved Daughter Serena, Saphira just met a Good Suitor Name "Alvin Citrus Glade" and got engaged but there's only One problem in her life was none other Than His Own Mother "Delores Glade" Who Despised Saphira just because She's a "man-eating" demon Fox but her Husband "Mr. Glade" Told her to Quit all the nonsense and show poor Saphira some respect and yes He's Fully aware about the harsh Divorce and the loss of the child, Until One Fateful day Before the wedding as Saphira Hears the Moaning From the Room saying "Alvin, Alvin." Then She kicked the Door and caught him Screwing with another woman while other 4 is enjoying and his mother encouraging him and Saphira said,

Saphira: "ALVIN!!! What In the Name of Smiling Devil is the Meaning of this!? Who are These 5 Harlots!?"

Alvin: "S-s-saph, This isn't what it looks li-"

Delores: "Well well If it isn't a freak and a Man eater, I was the one who Encourage MY little Boy to Sleep with other Beautiful "NORMAL" Women so they produce a "Male" Heir Unlike your "FREAK" of the Daughter Serena."

Saphira gasp and Smacked her so hard it send her flying to the wall and said,

Saph: "Don't you DARE Speak Vile Words Towards my daughter! Turns to Alvin and YOU! You were suppose to have a Serious Talk With Your Mother, What the hell happens to your Promise!!?"

Alvin: "Well… She's My Mother.. and I-"

Saph: "Shut it! I can't believe this.. Look around you Alvin, Look what you've done. You Threw away A "good" woman of your Life to please with that…that.. THAT WRETCHED MOTHER OF YOURS!! Your Not a Man, Your a Fucking Mama's Boy and I HATE Mama's Boy!"

Alvin realized what he had done.. But then Delores Said,

Delores: "Well Looks Like the Cat is out of the bag ya Wretched beast! I Knew your Ex-husband did the Right Thing by Killing your Horrid Monstrous Daughter of yours and Have a Male Heir of His own with his Beautiful Mistress Like Barbra Minx!"

???? : "DELOREEEESS!!!! How Could you Say that to Her own Dear Departed Daughter Serena!? Have you No Shame and Decency!? You Should Know Better than Speaking to the Daughter Of the Emperor of Sakutopia!"

Delores: "Honey!? Look I can explain Darling I-"

Mr. Glade: "ENOUGH DELORES!! You've Said Enough Already and YOU! turning to Alvin How could You let your mother control of your life, your a Grown man Son! I am ashamed That my own son is.. a "Mama's boy".

Stephen: "Same here! I am ashamed to have a Horrible Brother of mine Who always let our mother Controling our lives and Same thing to our mother! She ruined My Marriage 3 times and I've had it, Brother, mother I Do not want to see your faces again!"

Saph: "And Also Alvin, I'm Calling off the marriage, You'll be hearing from my Lawyers and Delores, Congrats Now you Keep your mama's boy of the Son to yourself now! We're Through!"

As Mr. Glad Dragged Both Alvin and Delores out of the Room by their Ears after Mr. Glade Apoligize to saph. 3 months later, Saphira decided to have a Family meeting to decide what they would do to arrange marriage with Saphira, Then Saphira made a Proposition that She wanted to have a grand ball in honor of the great Sun wukong himself at the beginning of the Wukong Feast, So her family accepted that Proposal and invite every Eligible Men in Japan through China.

On the Day of the Wukong Feastival, the Kingdom is Decorating and then Jade Warlord came with his men Brought Out The Statue of Sun wukong himself as Her emperor Mordue Welcomes him. Saphira told Jade warlords men to put the statue near the throne where the Golden Staff is being held as it began to glows beautifully and on the Night where the feastival has begun along with a grand ball where all the princes from china and Parts of Japan are joining to meet with saphira But little does she know that the Golden Staff glows Meanwhile the Jade Warlord decided to make a move on Saphira, until She turns and saw the staff glowing and Shaken abit. Then it happen the staff launch itself and the statues hand broke and reveal a hand caught the golden staff itself as Sun wukong himself is breaking from his Stone prison and there

he Stood in his own Former glory. Everyone was Shocked including Saphira as He Looked around and then He sets sights on Saphira and then He said….

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

wet and messy: mommy!hwa hard thoughts

❥yandere park seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: siiiiiiiiiiigh this is a judgement free zone, right ? RIGHT ? i don't judge yall so yall don't judge me, let me just kglrbc(!1dbw— mommy!hwa in bed. i need to get some of this out of my brain until i can finish writing the full chapter or i will go INSANE

Baby Series !

✫彡wordcount: .... 1.4k ... ("wow, i'm fully medicated!")

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: dubcon(stockholm syndrome), pet names, cunnilingus, darcyphilia, overstim, drooling, rough sex, slight exhibitionism(through sound only), embarrassment, praise+dirty talk, squirting, creampie, ...piss kink

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy relationship of any kind. ➯disclaimer2: as i've said before it is VERY important to always keep age regression and age play SEPARATE, and ive also said that seonghwa never touches baby while she's in little space MANY times. baby is not "baby mode" when they are being intimate, and i will never write that. baby is ALWAYS going to be in "adult space" (kkkk i can't think of a better word) when sexual things are happening, even if she acts cutesy and stuff

MINORS DO NOT TOUCH MY BLOG

seonghwa never touches you when you're in little space, he knows better than that. so when you come to him, fully aware of what youre asking for and fully able to consent (as much as you can in your situation) and say you miss his tongue — not even the FBI could pry this man off of you.

he worships the ground you walk on, if you tell him something would please you; he is immediately on it. he was born to please you, to take care of you. and he can't lie — he loves your pussy. he loves it just as much as he loves the rest of you... which is, to say, a crazy amount. an obsessive amount.

he doesn't even realize that he's rock fucking hard and leaking so much pre-cum that it's soaked through his pants. his entire being is focused on making you cum for the first time in months. and then, again. and then, again. until you're crying and yanking at his hair and there's a puddle underneath you of arousal and spit.

seonghwa is a messy eater. he usually likes things nice and tidy, but when it comes to being intimate with you — he likes it as messy as possible. he loves making a filthy, lewd, mess of his precious angel. he's the only one in the world who gets to see you like this, and the thought of that almost makes him cum untouched. he's the only one who gets to clean you up nice and softly, and he loves doing that. cleaning up the mess he made of you ? he's a fucking goner.

after the first time you come to him (and cum on him), you're way less hesitant to do it again because you can't lie to yourself and say he didn't take very good care of you. it's not a rare occurrence by any means, but it isn't everyday either. it's almost always you coming to him, but if he notices that you aren't feeling little; he won't hesitate either.

the way he treats you in bed couldn't be more different than how he treats you day to day. in the practice room, a soft kiss on your cheek. in bed, a breathless kiss to your jaw while he's hammering into you. in the morning time, a soft pat to your head after he does your hair. at night, his hands cupping your drooling, heated face and forcing you to look at him. moving around outside the room, he's carrying you like a precious doll. inside the room, behind the locked door — his fingers are digging into you like if he lets go, you'll disappear.

even when he's gentle with you, he isn't satisfied until he's made you cry from the overwhelming pleasure. he'll grind into you softly and kiss all over your face until he sees those gorgeous tears start welling up, his hips jolting, wanting more; wanting to pound them out of you. but his baby comes first, if you said you wanted gentle then that's what you'll get that day. but gentle doesn't mean he can't still ruin you. he'll do anything he can to delicately coax out all of your messy, adorable juices. drool, tears, cum, pee — he will get it.

more often than not though, he's not just messy. he's rough. he takes it slow at first; just floating at the feeling of your walls gripping him as he thrusts a few times. but after he gives you a kiss and a devilishly innocent smile — he's trying to pound the soul out of your body and take it for himself.

he doesn't give one single flying fuck that the others in the apartment can undoubtedly hear the bed wailing in tandem with you, the slapping of your skin together. why should he ? if you think he would be jealous of them hearing your beautiful cries of pleasure; think again ! you're his, he's yours, and the noises you make just prove how good he's making you feel. they prove that he was made to take care of you in every way that there is. sometimes he's merciful and lets you bury your face in the pillows or bite down on a stuffed animal to try and save yourself some embarrassment when you have to face them later.

other times, though, he'll shove everything away from you and hold your hands so you have no choice but to voice your pleasure loudly. and if he's notices you biting your lip a little too much, trying to muffle yourself — he pouts down at you and slows his thrusts, pulling out slooooow and asking "what's the matter, baby ?" when you open your mouth to answer, he's fully sheathed back inside of you and making you scream. it's no use trying to hide your pretty noises from your mommy, he'll get them out of you.

the first time seonghwa made you squirt, he almost fainted. he loves making a mess with you, of you, inside of you — you just unlocked a whole new world. he always makes sure you're hydrated, so it's not really a surprise that when he's fucking you silly; some of it would come out with one of your many, many orgasms. he aims a little more precisely as time goes on after that; giving you one or two before he starts all but assaulting your g-spot to make you squirt.

the first time you peed yourself — it was totally accidental, at least... on your part, that is. the angle was just so good, the way he had your legs pressed together so tight; his cock was pressing into you so hard from behind that you could feel it poke through your belly and press your skin to the messy blankets. you had warned him. through a loud, embarrassed gasp, "mommy, st-op ! m'gonna pee myself !" and holy good damn did that turn him the fuck on.

he didn't even respond with words. he couldn't form any. the only noise he could manage was a deep, feral, bone vibrating moan that only made your situation worse because he was right in your ear with his carnal sounds. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders tighter and fucked into you harder until you did just that.

that final, defeated, little squeak you let out before the first spurt came out made his ears burn, he wanted it on a loop. you were trying so hard to hold it in, tightening around him like a damn vice but it wasn't enough. spurting with every rough, unashamed thrust he gave until you finally had no choice but to let go. and the relief was like nothing else, especially when your orgasm hit you full force right after.

you were so, so, beyond embarrassed that seonghwa (after cumming his brains out and filling you up) couldn't help but coo and fuss over you even more than usual; giving you all the praise in the world as he slowly rocked his hips into you, the mess of fluids squelching and plastering a smirk onto his blushing face. something about the fact that he could make you feel so good that you lose control of your bladder makes him beyond ecstatic. making you so vulnerable. the warmth of it. so filthy and taboo and it's all for him.

even while seonghwa is giving you earth shattering orgasms and trying to mold your heat to the shape of his cock so that you can never possibly forget him — his words never once stray from sweet and adoring and obsessive.

"that's it's, baby," he'd coo as he slides deeeeeep inside you, "you can take it, there you go~ let mommy fill you up"

"c'mon, pretty girl, you've got one more for me — oh, thereeee you go, baby, there you go," talking you through a parade of mind numbing orgasms all the while he's watching your every move, drinking the sight in

"let me hear you," he'll pout as he laces your fingers together and holds your hands against the mattress so you can't cover your mouth, so you can hide the noise you're making while he fucks you near ruthlessly, "let me hear all those cute nosies"

"look at you, my little star," he'd smile in a way so drastically sweet compared to the way he knocks the air from your lungs with every thrust, "you take mommy's cock so well, i'm so proud~"

and by far his favorite: as he's slowly rubbing your sides and bringing you back down from the clouds, as his eyes are tracing every inch of your body; covered in a sheen of sweat and a mix of fluids between your legs, tearful eyes closed blissfully, his cum leaking from you —

"my pretty baby is so messy, let mommy clean you up"

so wet and messy: all for him, because of him. you're his perfect baby.

[blacksheep28]

Mirror of Doubts

It was called the Mirror of Doubts, and was meant to show alternate paths one could have gone down. Shen Xue walked into the An Ding Peak Lord's room and stared with distaste at Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua sat together at a table having tea. "What. Is this."

“I’m telling you bro.” Shang Qinghua leaned across the table to where Shen Yuan sat more relaxed than he’d ever been before. “The system’s had it out for me ever since I somehow got with Mobei Jun. Wife plots keep popping up. Mobei Jun never even had a wife!” He complained.

“Welcome to my world,” came Shen Yuan’s dry reply. He reached across the table with his fan and swatted Shang Qinghua’s head. “This is your fault for writing so many wife plots, you shitty hack author.” Despite his words, his voice held a soft warmth.

"Don't touch him," Shen Xue barked. He raced forward and struck the imposter with his fan.

The pair jolted and shot up as they noticed the intruder. Shen Yuan stared coldly at Shen Xue, his Shen Qingqiu mask snapping back into place. “Who are you?” He demanded. “Intruding on these masters in their leisure time.” He shifted his stance, moving in front of Shang Qinghua who was very obviously using Shen Qingqiu as a human shield.

"Who am I?" Shen Xue glared icily at him. "Who are you, parading around in a corpse?" What was this? Why was Shang Qinghua clinging to Shen Yuan, trusting him to protect him?

Both of them froze at his words. Then realization dawned upon Shang Qinghua’s face. “Are you the original goods?” He asked, peaking out from around Shen Qingqiu. “Shen Jiu?“

Shen Xue flicked his fan in front of his face. "You would call me that, wouldn't you," he muttered.

The pair exchanged an uncertain glance. “We have already received a visit from the original Luo Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu looked him up and down. “I’m not quite sure how you’ve arrived, though, you do not have access to Xin Mo. Unless…were you brought here by the system?”

“It probably had to give you a new body considering,” Shang Qinghua gestured to him. “Everything.”

"Original Luo Binghe?" Shen Xue grimaced in deep distaste. "I have nothing to do with that filthy beast. And your system would not dare to touch me." Wait. System. "Is that cursed thing still here?"

“Wait. Are you not the original?” Shen Qingqiu asked. They both stared at him blankly. “And what do you mean still here?”

“I swear if an entire multiverse spawned-“ Shang Qinghua groaned and covered his face.

"Is your master still puppeting you, imposter?" Shen Xue asked nastily.

“We finished the story,” Shen Qingqiu snapped, flicking open his fan and waving it slowly. “The system has stopped bothering both of us.”

“Hang on, hang on, how do you even know about it?” Shang Qinghua interjected. “It’s always insistent on not being spoken about around non-transmigrators.”

"The imposter," Shen Xue said flatly. "He told me when I questioned him. And then I killed it."

The pair stared at him, flabbergasted. “You…killed the system?” Shen Qingqiu asked slowly.

Shen Xue scoffed. "Of course." He looked at the imposter. "You remained Qing Jing peak lord? How much do I have to fear you've ruined over there?"

“I haven’t ruined anything,” Shen Qingqiu snapped sharply. “This isn’t your world, you have no right to judge my work.”

"Ah, truly terrible," Shen Xue drawled. "You're right, this isn't my world. But you are still an imposter who raised a demon king. I'm shocked this world is still standing if you obeyed your system."

“Look, I don’t know what your transmigrator did but I’ve just been trying to stay alive. We had a couple scares, but it’s fine. We dealt with it.” He waved his fan dismissively. “Binghe has been a problem, but he’s under control now.”

"Mm." Shen Xue peered at the imposter with disdain not trusting him. He turned to Shang Qinghua. "And what are you doing here?"

“Uh. I don’t know how much you know about your Shang Qinghua.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m still the An Ding Peak Lord.”

"I am fully aware of your terrible luck," Shen Xue informed him. "Why would you still be here, you hate it here."

Shang Qinghua blinked at him. “They called me back because they needed me here,” he explained simply

Shen Xue stared at him. "So you decided that the abuse was worth it because the sect would suffer from your absence?" Had no one-ah. He had been the one to tell Shang Qinghua his work had worth. That he should seize his life. Shang Qinghua looked to the side with a small frown. He didn’t ask to be called out today. Besides, since when had Shen Jiu been close with Shang Qinghua?

He looked at the imposter. Shen Qingqiu, here. Oblivious as always. "Imposter," he said softly. "Name a real person that isn't your beast."

Shen Qingqiu frowned back at him. “What are you talking about? Real people?” He gestured to Shang Qinghua. “He’s one, you’re one, what kind of question is that?”

"Anyone else?" Shen Xue pressed carefully.

Shen Qingqiu furrowed his brows. “What are you getting at? Anyone in the sect is a real person. Liu Qingge, Yue Qingyuan, all the disciples.”

Shen Xue gave a relieved sigh. "You are doing better than your counter then. Good." He looked at Shen Qingqiu levelly. "You should not have let Master Shang return here."

“What in the world is happening with your world?” Shen Qingqiu huffed and fanned himself. “I’m not going to control where Shang Qinghua goes.”

“It’s better here than at my other job.” Shang Qinghua piped up. “It’s not that bad, just stressful.”

Shen Xue paused for a moment and took another breath. "Of course," he muttered. "Master Shang, you need to ask your demon king about your salary. It does, in fact exist. You are being paid, your demon is just an idiot."

Shang Qinghua stared at him. “He what.” He groaned and facepalmed. “Doesn’t really matter now, but damn. I could have been paid this whole time.”

"You are a fool," Shen Xue said with cutting cheer. "So afraid you didn't think about the fact your demon had never dealt with a human that wasn't trying to harm him before you."

“It took running away from the demon for him to finally treat me like a person.” Shang Qinghua rolled his eyes. “I know we’re both idiots, but my life was on the line. I wasn’t exactly thinking straight.”

Shen Xue frowned. That didn't exactly sound right, but he didn't know everything that had happened. "The brute is still alive though," he checked.

“The brute?” Shang Qinghua echoed. “If you mean my king, yes, he’s alive.” Brutes made up half the people the original goods disliked.

"Master Liu," Shen Xue corrected. He flicked his fan open in front of his face. This wasn't his Shang Qinghua after all. He would not see a version of the man he cared for ruin himself, but he would not give himself to him either.

“He’s still alive. Only thing that’s changed with him is that he likes Shen Qingqiu now,” he drawled.

Shen Qingqiu nodded, the insinuation going over his head. “He’s been a help to me. I like his presence.”

"You care for him?" Shen Xue asked carefully.

“Of course I do! What was your transmigrator doing with him?” Shen Qingqiu asked indignantly. “Did they not try to save him?”

"He did," Shen Xue said carefully. "He thought Master Liu could make a useful tool. When Master Liu proved to be a person, and struck down the beast, Shen Yuan killed him.'

Shen Qingqiu stared at him. “Did you just say Shen Yuan?” He asked, hiding his face behind his fan. He hadn’t told anyone his name. This wasn’t another transmigrator, it was another him.

Shen Xue arched a brow at him. "I did. He wasn't Shen Qingqiu after I exposed him.'

“Like Peerless Cucumber Shen Yuan?” He double checked. It wasn’t exactly uncommon to have that name.

Shen Xue looked pained at his words. "I assure you I have zero interest in that and I do *not* want to hear any details."

“No- like- does his Shang Qinghua call him that? And is your Shang Qinghua also a transmigrator?” He asked.

"My Shang Qinghua is a mess of a god," Shen Xue drawled. "An accidental creator that can't do anything on purpose. But he doesn't speak with Shen Yuan."

“Wait, he actually leaned into that god thing?” Shang Qinghua piped up. “That’s so weird. It’s a full alternate universe. Not even different transmigrators.”

“It is still us but- they don’t speak to each other?” Shen Qingqiu would have thought that he’d still want to hang out with the shitty author.

Shen Xue shrugged. "Shang Qinghua is Shang Qinghua. He knows he created the world. He knows he didn't do it on purpose and would not have done so for a porn novel of all things. He is very aware he is a fool. And the imposter..." Shen Xue eyed Shen Qingqiu. "He is very busy with his beast."

Shang Qinghua snickered and glanced over at him. “My Shen Qingqiu is very busy with his beast too.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Shen Qingqiu promptly smacked Shang Qinghua on the head. “You are not one to talk.” He hissed.

Shen Xue eyed Shen Qingqiu. He still wanted to chase him off. Somehow this version of the imposter had come through saner and caring for the world he was in. He suspected such a change was tied to the beast's fate, but Shen Xue didn't dwell further on that. He would not regret what they had done. The beast was dangerous, and even here it was clear Shen Qingqiu was dangerously obsessed with him. "Right. Master Shang, make sure to talk to your idiot of a demon. He has no idea what mistakes he's made, you'll have to spell it out for him." Shen Xue looked at the imposter. "Imposter, try to keep the beast from destroying the world." If he could muster up the care to do so. Shen Xue stood up. He had a brute to visit.

“I’ll try,” Shang Qinghua muttered. He’s better about speaking to his king now, but it’s still difficult.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Shen Qingqiu huffed back. “I already have plenty experience doing that.” He flicked his fan closed with a sharp snap. “Are you returning to your world?”

"Not yet." Shen Xue stepped out and shifted into an ice phoenix. He left the odd pair behind and flew to Bai Zhan Peak. This world's Liu Qingge would be easier to handle from a distance.

Both of them looked like they wanted to stop him, but they couldn’t do much when he shot away from them as an ice phoenix. Luckily Liu Qingge seemed to be on the peak. He appeared to have just arrived back from a hunting trip considering the collection of horns, claws, and various furs and scales he was in the process of sorting through in front of his home. He seemed to be looking for something.

Shen Xue knew this wasn't his partner. He still couldn't resist crying out a challenge for him as if it was a regular return home. Liu Qingge looked good alive.

Liu Qingge’s head snapped up and immediately he grabbed his sword. This wouldn’t be a friendly battle like it would be with Shen Xue’s partner. He would be fighting to slay the intruding beast.

Shen Xue dropped down and sent a blast of ice at him. He had gotten better at manipulating things as he sparred against Liu Qingge. He knew the war god's moves. He had also forgotten that his partner had adjusted to dealing with the cold, and didn't truly want to harm him.

Liu Qingge deflected the ice with a blast of qi and followed that with a swift arc of his sword the moment Shen Xue drew close. Such a beast showing up in Cang Qiong is unheard of. Perhaps he could gift it to Shen Qingqiu once he slayed it.

It was easier to dodge the sword than Shen Xue had expected. It gave him the perfect chance to hit Liu Qingge and send frost spreading across his arm. Shen Xue gained distance again and started to create small whirlwinds of ice to send down mimicking his partner's storm of resentment.

Liu Qingge tossed his sword into the air and sent several blasts of qi towards Shen Xue with swift strikes. He ignored the ice numbing his arms in favor of attacking. The moment the phoenix went out of reach he formed a sword sigil and sent the blade shooting after him.

Shen Xue did his best to dodge the blade. It was tricky. He couldn't let his focus shift entirely onto the sword, Liu Qingge would take advantage of that. Some of the blasts hit him, and he responded with his own sharp blasts at the war god.

With his focus on his sword, he could only minimally block the blasts sent back his way. If he let up on his focus the agile thing would surely dart away. He needed it back on the ground.

Shen Xue screamed bringing spikes of ice out of the ground. Around them the disciples of the peak had gathered from a safe distance to watch their peak lord defeat the beast attacking their sect.

Liu Qingge vaulted into the air and swept his sword around. He caught the hilt midair and flipped onto it, shooting into the sky after the ice phoenix. He sent several blasts of qi towards the beast midair. He’s more limited like this, but at least it’s within range.

Shen Xue kept up flying. He pulled higher into the sky as Liu Qingge followed him. His heart pounded. He badly wanted to challenge the man further, but resisted. This wasn't his partner. Even if this version of Liu Qingge found out who he was he wouldn't be kind. They had hated each other for so long after all. Shen Xue did his best to keep his focus on sending ice after the man and hitting him with wind to try and shake him from his blade.

Liu Qingge’s robes and hair whipped in the icy wind as he sliced through it on Cheng Luan. He wouldn’t not back down from the challenge of slaying a beast in the skies. He poured his energy into his sword, gradually closing in on the beast.

The ice phoenix was doing his best to keep his distance. He knew that Liu Qingge was swifter than him on a blade. He tried to increase the distance with sharp turns to throw him off.

The moment the ice phoenix turned, Liu Qingge sent blasts of qi his way to correct his course. He can’t turn or he’ll risk slamming directly into a stunning wall of pure energy. He has the energy to spare. He’ll slowly close in on his beast.

Is he trying to herd him? Shen Xue shrieks back at Liu Qingge in an insulting tone. Unfortunately it's working.

Liu Qingge sent out three blasts of qi in quick succession, two to herd the phoenix on either side of him and one to strike him directly.

Shen Xue balked letting himself fall back towards Liu Qingge instead and take the hit there. He flailed and struck out spreading frost.

Liu Qingge took the frost head on just for the chance to slam a powerful fist into the bird’s body and strike it out of the air. His skin froze and snapped off in bloody patches, but it’s worth it to conquer the beast.

He's smart enough to know he can't fight further as a phoenix. He knows that Liu Qingge will try to kill him. So he shifts into his human form and smirks at Liu Qingge letting himself fall. "Brute," he greeted.

Liu Qingge furrowed his brows at him in confusion, his flight faltering for just a moment. "You think you'll escape in a human form? We're in the middle of the air!" He snapped back before arcing down to catch the man.

When Liu Qingge grabbed him he twisted in his hold to try and pull Liu Qingge off balance with him. Was this going to hurt? Sure, but he could win.

Liu Qingge slipped off his sword as he twisted, the blade falling uselessly to the ground right beside them. The war god twisted their bodies so that the phoenix laid below him. His eyes blazed with a murderous glare. This would hurt, but he would kill the intruding beast.

Shen Xue hit the ground hard bones snapping. He laughed and scrabbled under Liu Qingge still refusing to give up.

The force ricocheted into Liu Qingge, his own bones cracking under the force. He shoved past the pain and pummeled blow after blow onto the phoenix. He refused to give in to this beast.

Shen Xue drew out a stun talisman and slapped it on the war god coughing up blood.

Liu Qingge’s body froze but his eyes refused to lose their fire. He forced his qi to circulate despite his body and mind insisting on shutting down. It left his meridians burning and mangled from the effort. With all his effort, he managed to pull his hands into a sword sigil. Cheng Luan shot out of a tangle of bushes and flew to impale the phoenix.

Shen Xue took the chance to escape from being trapped under the war god. The blade cut through him, and Shen Xue automatically reached out to grab the blade forgetting this wasn't his partner's.

The blade forcibly rejected his touch with a sharp blast of energy. Cheng Luan wouldn’t be wielded by its enemy. Only Liu Qingge’s strength is worthy of that blade. They would defeat this enemy together. Unfortunately the energy being channeled into the sword faltered as Liu Qingge’s hand fell to the ground. He coughed up blood, his injuries finally overpowering his desire to kill.

Shen Xue hissed and pulled back from the blade clutching at his arm. He looked at the injured war god and smirked. "My win this time?"

Liu Qingge gritted his teeth and clawed into a sitting position, propping his broken body up with weakened arms. “What…are you-“ he managed to spit out, his voice slow, “*talking about-*”

"It's my win." Shen Xue coughed himself but refused to let himself sink down no matter how badly he hurt. "And don't you dare try any claims of dirty moves."

“What are you-“ he asked again. His head spun from a mix of confusion and blood loss. His words almost sounded like… “Shen Qingqiu-?”

Shen Xue stilled. "Don't be an idiot," he snapped sharply at the Bai Zhan peak lord. "You know where Shen Qingqiu is." He wasn't staying here. He wasn't going to leave Liu Qingge looking for a dead man.

Liu Qingge couldn't hope to comprehend his words. His eyes fluttered shut as his pain finally consumed him. He would just have to hope the war god dismissed his thoughts as delirium when he awoke.

Shen Xue scowled at him and turned to look around. "Would one of you fetch Master Mu?" He barked. "Or are you so incompetent you can't put together that your peak lord needs a healer?" That broke the disciples. Shen Xue stood up and limped off the best that he could. The Warm Red Pavilion should be fine. He would rest there and return home in the morning. Shen Xue carefully kept hold of his talismans, using them to remove cultivators from his path as needed. Liu Qingge had pushed him to near death, but it would take cultivators as strong as him to stop the phoenix from leaving.

Many were hesitant to fight him after seeing the beating the war god took. A brave few still charged forwards only to be kept at bay by Shen Xue. Alarms quickly raised across the peaks, all of them being alerted of the dangerous intruder.

Shen Xue just slipped out of the sect and down. It didn't look like he would get to go to the Warm Red Pavilion after all. He wouldn't put his sisters at risk from overreactive cultivators. He trudged off into the woods instead tiredly setting up maze arrays behind him to buy him time to collapse.

The arrays slowed their pursuers, but not enough. A wave of demonic qi sliced cleanly through the arrays and Shen Qingqiu neatly stepped past them to where Shen Xue laid collapsed. "Really?" He asked flatly, his eyes settling on the half dead phoenix.

Shen Xue was struggling up and snarling as soon as the arrays began to fall. He tucked a hand into his sleeve. "Leave."

“I told Binghe to stay back, but I can’t promise he’ll listen if you attack me,” Shen Qingqiu warned. “You need to return to your world however you came here.”

"I plan on it," Shen Xue hissed. "This world is pathetic, I have no reason to stay. Now leave, and take your leashed beast with you."

“I can’t leave without confirming you’ve either left or been captured. The entire sect is searching for you.” Shen Qingqiu slowly approached him. “More will come. We need to get you somewhere safe until you can leave.”

Shen Xue scowled. "I am not going anywhere near that beast you call a lover," he spat.

Shen Qingqiu’s expression dropped into a scowl. “Quit insulting my husband. We’re trying to help you, even though he has every right not to.”

"I don't need your help, I need to be left alone. I do not wish to engage with this world any further than I must."

Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes before promptly sitting down beside him, his movements graceful for someone sitting in the dirt. “I’m watching you until you leave.”

"So kind of you," Shen Xue spat. "The great Shen Qingqiu lowering himself to protect the world from an injured man."

“The last time we had a visitor from another world he tried to trick me into sleeping with him and then tried to kill my husband,” Shen Qingqiu stated bluntly. “The second you arrived you attacked me and then tried to kill my shidi. I’m not going to place any trust on people that arrive from outside this world.”

Shen Xue scoffed. "I didn't try to kill anyone, and I had plenty of reason to think you were a threat."

“I was having tea with my friend,” Shen Qingqiu deadpanned. “And both you and Liu-shidi were beaten nearly to the point of death.”

"So?"

“You had no reason to consider me a threat and it certainly seems like you tried to kill someone. No one beats a war god half to death on accident.”

"Where I am from the imposter threatened the sect and asked for heads in revenge. And my act with Liu Qingge was not an accident."

Once again Shen Qingqiu is blindsided by what the other version of him is apparently ballsy enough to do. Still, that isn’t the focus of this conversation. “An unfamiliar, powerful beast shows up in the midst of Cang Qiong without triggering any alarms and proceeds to nearly kill one of our strongest fighters and a peak lord. Apparently this is also done on purpose. Do you expect the sect to be fine with this?”

"No," Shen Xue said. "I wouldn't be out here if I expected it to be fine. Ah, but I suppose you don't care." He forced himself to stand and swayed as broken bones protested being used. He turned and started limping deeper into the woods.

“You shouldn’t be walking right now.” He hurried to his feet and quickly followed after Shen Xue. “Let me take you somewhere safe.” He’s shocked the man is still conscious with the injuries he’s accrued.

"As if you would," Shen Xue spat. "You'll just hand me over to whoever would be most convenient and wash your hands clean."

Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes at his words. “I’ll take you myself. Can you change back into a phoenix like this?” He asked sharply.

"I can," Shen Xue answered warily. He stared at Shen Qingqiu with suspicion

“Then I’ll carry you somewhere safer. That will be less awkward than having to hold you upright on a sword,” he offered.

Shen Xue studied him. "Try anything and I will freeze your heart," he warned him. He shifted to his phoenix form. He looked terrible, his wounds frozen in the broken state he held himself in. Still he lifted his head with pride.

Shen Qingqiu carefully scooped the phoenix into his arms and unsheathed his sword. His husband would no doubt whine about being abandoned later, but he’s not having these two in a room together. He lifted in the air and shot off, the bird protectively sheltered by his robes. Cang Qiong is out. So is Binghe’s palace in the mortal realm. He eventually settled on an inn on the outskirts of Binghe’s territory. He paid for a room and shut them inside. He carefully untangled the injured phoenix from bus robed and set him on the bed.

Shen Xue didn't rest the entire time, hissing and keeping his beak aimed where he could do the most possible damage if Shen Qingqiu acted in a way he disliked. As soon as they were settled in the room Shen Xue transformed back to his human form. He glared at Shen Qingqiu. "Am I to assume you still plan to stay and watch me?"

“And treat your wounds if you’ll let me.” He stood beside the bed, his eyes falling onto the man hesitantly. “I brought supplies with me.” He figured he would be severely injured after clashing against the war god.

"Why?" Shen Xue narrowed his eyes. "You know I plan to leave. You will get nothing from me for your actions."

“Because you’re injured and I have supplied,” he deadpanned. “Will you let me treat your wound or not?”

"Give me the supplies." He would take care of it himself.

Shen Qingqiu pulled various bandages and healing salves out of his sleeves and passed them over to him. “Let me know if you need help. I have plenty of practice from Liu-shidi refusing to see Mu-shidi.”

Shen Xue scoffed as he started patching himself up. Part of him was pleased to hear that Liu Qingge was being looked after in this world, but he could not be touched by a man. Not when he was this vulnerable. Not when he wore a face Shen Xue had always hated.

Shen Qingqiu watched him for a short time before casting his eyes to the side. “Would you like tea?” He asked hesitantly.

"Do you know how to make it?" Shen Xue shot back. This version had been Shen Qingqiu longer than the other. Perhaps he had picked up some skill.

“I do.” It wouldn’t be as masterful as anything brewed with Binghe’s golden touch, but he had enough practice for his tea to consistently taste delicious.

"Show me," Shen Xue ordered.

Shen Qingqiu ordered a teaset to be brought to the room. Once it arrived,ue he set it on a side table and began preparing it with practiced ease. Soon enough he had a steaming pot of tea that he carefully poured for the two of them.

Shen Xue watched Shen Qingqiu carefully. He bound his wounds stiffly. When it was ready he carefully accepted the cup. He picked it up and sipped from it. "Acceptable," he murmured.

Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes at his words, but figured that’s the best he’s getting from Shen Jiu. “Glad you approve.” He sipped his own cup of tea.

Shen Xue sipped the tea keeping a wary eye on Shen Qingqiu. It was strange to see the lack of detachment and cold that the imposter had carried before. When he finished his cup he retreated on the bed as far back as he could and settled into a meditative state.

Shen Qingqiu idly watched him from nearby. He would wait here until the original goods inevitably left.

It was a long night. Shen Xue could not relax to rest properly with Shen Qingqiu there. He focused on circulating his Qi and healing what he could. It would still be days before he was fully healed, but it would be enough for him to leave in the morning. And then his partner would be there to watch out for him. Morning's arrival had him finally moving. He was still stiff, but he could reach what he needed to.

"Shen Qingqiu."

Shen Qingqiu perked up as he heard his name and glanced over at the phoenix. He shifted, his discomfort making itself known as he sat up straighter, “Are you feeling better?”

"Well enough to head home." He paused. "You need to keep Liu Qingge from searching for a dead man. Spend time with him after this."

Shen Qingqiu looked like he wanted to scold him for revealing himself, but he held back. “Try not to come back here. We don’t need more visitors from alternate universes coming to cause chaos.

Shen Xue shook his head. "It was a mistake that sent me here in the first place. One that won't be repeated." He carefully unwound the bandages on one of his wounds and dipped into his blood to sketch out the array necessary to send him home.

Shen Qingqiu nodded. “Good. And…I hope you settle things with your universe. Try not to be too mean to the other me. If he’s anything like me, he just wants to be left alone.”

Shen Xue snorted. "Oh, he is alone. You don't need to be concerned with that. He has his beast, and would let the rest of the world burn." He looked at Shen Qingqiu. "I don't know why you are different. Perhaps the limits your master placed on you helped. But it is good you are not him."

That only served to bother him more. He couldn’t imagine ever wanting to ruin this place. “…I guess this is farewell forever, then,” he replied simply.

"Hopefully. Live well Shen Qingqiu." Shen Xue focused on returning home, and walked forward into the array. Keeping his focus on home was key as he fell back through between worlds. The pain was simply a distraction from that. He didn't stop focusing until he was hitting his bed in his room.

[proshippers-against-censorship]

Hey all, as a proshipper, I wanted to warn people of the "Clovers" Discord Server on Disboard, they're a group of antis who primarily target young and mentally disabled proshippers to reveal sensitive information before using this, along with false allegations of Neo-Nazism, CSEM, racism, transphobia, etc. to "ruin their lives" for entertainment, including doxxing and spamming these things to their family and friends.

I joined the server a while back, realized they were strange, and stayed so I could lurk to see what they were doing. I've personally witnessed them do this to 3 people, and there is about 7 or 8 more instances I could find while scrolling back through the messages.

I won't say any of the victim's names for obvious reasons, but here's a list of descriptions of the people they targeted and what they did to them:

The first one I witnessed was a trans man around 16 (forgot his exact age) who had ADHD and PTSD if I am remembering correctly. They coaxed him into sending embarrassing videos of him back in 2020 when he was about 12 and cosplaying from what I think was Danganronpa (never played it) to turn around and use them to humiliate him, as well as making disgusting rape jokes about him (despite that he was either a preteen or early teen in the footage), and then go on to accuse him of being a Neo-Nazi, leaking nudes, and being an abuser, claiming he emotionally manipulated one of the moderators (as far as I know, they never even spoke outside of the server). They proceeded to doxx him and spread these allegations to, as far as I know, many of his family members and friends.

The second one I witnessed was a girl who was openly 13 years old, yet was allowed in despite that their server is advertised as being 16+, as well as having pretty severe autism. This girl was actively being groomed online while she was in this server, and they used this against her, making continual horrible jokes about her situation and blaming her for being manipulated, saying that the groomer " was the real victim". They then similarly went on to accuse her of being a Neo-Nazi and a "pedo-baiter", as well as accusing her of distributing CSEM (which, while technically true, they were images of herself she had been manipulated into sending to her groomer, and wasn't out of malicious intent or of other children like they made it out to be). Similarly to the first boy, they spread these allegations to all of her online friends (though did not doxx her).

The third one was not as severe as the other two since I messaged them privately to let them know what they were doing, and they left the server + blocked all of the members before it could go down. He was another boy who claimed to be 16, but I'm pretty sure is only 13-14, and he had Autism and ADHD. They didn't have time to do much to him yet, but they had begun planting the seeds for abuse, asking him to reveal personal information like what city he lived in, his real name, if he wanted to introduce them to his other friends, and childhood stories. Once he left the server, they had a short-lived episode of talking badly about him, encouraging other members to report his account, and trying to contact any of his mutual connections to spread rumors, but dropped it pretty quickly when they realized they didn't have enough information on him to really "ruin" him yet.

Also, keep in mind, the antis running this server are all between 18-27, grown adults, which makes their behavior even worse. Not only are they fully aware of what they're doing, but they intentionally target those significantly younger than them to make the job easier.

For the other 7-8 instances of people I did not witness that I mentioned earlier, they were all basically the same scenarios. Mentally disabled minors between 13-16 being baited into revealing info, just to have their reputations smeared with allegations and inevitably being forced to create new accounts.

They also tend to target other proship servers on Disboard, one example being the "Creepcest" Server, which they continually accuse of being "run by Nazi Pedophiles" and being "a Child-Porn farm" (while I've never joined that server, knowing them, it's most likely just more bullshit allegations), and sending their members off to raid, stalk, and harass the people inside of these servers.

I am still in the Clovers Discord Server, and I intend to keep it that way so I can hopefully, like the third victim, interrupt their plans before they can fully enact them, and I feel terribly guilty that I could not do that to the first 2 I witnessed.

I won't reveal too much information about myself so that, on the chance they see this, they won't be able to remove me from the server. But don't worry about my wellbeing, I am an adult and am not susceptible to any of their abuse; my account is essentially a blank slate with no information to use against me.

Sorry for the text wall, but overall, please stay away from this server. They change their theme quite frequently, so by the time this ask gets submitted, they'll have most likely already changed the name and profile picture, but it's run by 2 users named "Jett" and "Renny". So, if anybody reading this joins a Disboard-advertised Proship Server, and you recognize those people's names, please leave immediately.

Do not argue with them, do not fight with them, just leave. If you stick around, you will become a victim, if you make a scene, you will become a victim, hell, I've seen them flame random people who join and leave without saying a word for no other reason than that they dislike their profile. They love harassing people, they feed off of negativity, their entire server was created for no other reason than to prey on innocent people.

And to anybody reading this who has been in this server before, please reconsider. Ask yourself if these allegations they made are actually real, ask yourself if they're good people, ask yourself if they actually even like you, or if you're just another vulnerable person that they're trolling. They're antis, they're malicious, and they're predators.

Thanks for reading. Once again, sorry for the text wall. Read over this time and time again, tried to summarize it as much as I could, still ended up being pretty long lmao.

That's...terrifying.

[ro-is-struggling]

Milkshakes, forced hugs and accidental kisses || Johnny Storm x Reader

Summary: the story of how you and Johnny accidentally take your relationship to the next level by sharing a kiss in an attempt to get rid of his ex

THIS IS PART 3 OF MY MINI-SERIES FIREPROOF! Masterlist + info (series summary & warnings) HERE

Warnings: fem! reader, fluff, Johnny being Johnny, the misogynistic trope of the super annoying mean girl (read the series masterlist for context). I think that’s it? Let me know if I missed anything! 

English is not my first language

Word count: 3000

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“Your whole idea of talking to women and telling the truth sucks!” Johnny walked into the apartment and slammed the door behind him. He sounded upset and you wondered what could have happened to him now.

“Hello to you too! My day was fine, how was yours?” You spoke in a sarcastic tone, without looking up from the laptop resting on your lap as you typed the end of the essay you had been working on all week.

“It sucked! Because of you and your dumb ideas!”

“C'mon, what could hav– OH.” You stopped in mid-sentence as you looked up. You burst out laughing as you saw the state of your friend. He looked as if he had fought and lost with a giant ice cream cone. His t-shirt was wet, his face had multicolored sprinkles stuck on it and you were pretty sure that a cherry rested in his hair, stuck in his blond locks from what you assumed was ice cream or milkshake. “What happened to you?” you managed to blurt out with a chuckle, though Johnny didn't seem amused at all.

“I took your advice and I broke things up with Ashley and... well, let's just say she didn't appreciate my honesty and maturity as much as you led me to believe she would.”

“Oh, honey, no, you're not blaming me for this. My advice was great, your problem was getting involved with Ashley in the first place.” You laughed. Everyone knew Ashley could be a little... intense. Johnny knew it too, that was why he had avoided her for so long. He knew that once he slept with her he wouldn't be able to get her off his back, and yet he had fallen into her trap.

Johnny had spent every second since he woke up with a hangover the next morning regretting his actions. He had even made you swear not to let him have a drop of alcohol ever again. According to him, he needed you to keep him in check since, apparently, he could no longer trust the decisions of his intoxicated mind. Of course that didn't last long —the following weekend he was out partying again—, but his regret about sleeping with Ashley remained. It didn't help that she hadn't stopped calling him and chasing him around campus since. Johnny was running out of excuses or places to hide so he wouldn't run into her. Just two days earlier he had arrived home late because he locked himself in the men's bathroom for two hours after the class he shared with her, praying that she wouldn't be there when he got out. It was then that you decided to tell him that it would be best to talk to her. You were fully aware that it would probably be messy —she loved to make a scene out of everything—, but he really had no other options left.

“It is absolutely your fault!” Johnny dropped down on the couch next to you. “You're making me a better person and that's ruining my life. This would never have happened six months ago.”

“Oh I'm sorry, is real life as a responsible adult difficult?” you teased him looking at him and pouting. “Welcome to the club, it sucks for all of us. Get used to it.”

“Easy for you to say, you're not the one with milkshake all over your body.”

You laughed, running your index finger down Johnny's cheek to wipe off some of the cream that had stuck to it. “That was a nice touch. I didn't think she had it in her.”

“This is funny to you?”

“Yeah, a little.” You shrugged and Johnny threw a pillow at you. “Hey! Be careful, I don't want you to stain the couch.”

That was your mistake. You should have known those words would only push Johnny to be...well, Johnny. A smile spread across his lips, his expression of frustration morphing into one of amusement. You hurried to remove the computer from your legs, setting it safely on the coffee table as your whole body tensed. Your gaze never left Johnny's, watching his movements on alert ready to bolt if necessary.

“Johnny, don't!” You didn't know what he had in mind, but you were sure it couldn't be anything good.

“But I'm sad and I need a hug from my best friend in the whole world.”

You jumped to your feet at those words, seeking to put as much distance as possible between you and him. “No, you're gross! Go take a shower, then we can hug.”

“But I need it now.”

You started to back away as he moved closer to you. “Johnny!” You pointed your finger at him, warning him with a firm look to stay away. But all you managed to do was widen his grin.

“Oohh it's coming!” He announced with his arms wide open as he took long steps towards you.

And just like that you started running around the apartment, yelling at your sugary, sticky friend to stop. Of course Johnny didn't listen to you, enjoying way too much making you run and scream like you were a little girl on the playground. He thought you could be too serious at times, so he liked to cause those moments of genuine laughter and amusement in you. While you were letting out nothing but insults in his direction as you threw pillows at him in hopes of stopping him, the laughter that escaped your throat every time he caught you against the kitchen counter or blocked your path to the bedrooms let him know that you weren't really mad at him.

“Johnny, if you touch me I swear to god-” You weren't able to finish your sentence because in one swift move that was impossible for you to anticipate he tackled you onto the couch, trapping you against the fluffy cushions and his body. “Johnny!” you whined, squirming in an attempt to free yourself from his grip. But then the fucker pressed the full weight of his body down on you, effectively knocking the wind out of you.

“What? I can't hear you.” He scoffed, amused by the high-pitched whimpers you let out as you felt the sticky wetness of what was left of the milkshake transferring to your clothes.

“I hate you!” you mumbled in a breathless whisper, struggling to catch your breath under the weight of your friend's body. He just smiled, lifting his head from your shoulder to look at you with that mischievous expression that was so characteristic of him.

“What was that? You love me and you can't live without me? Aw, how sweet of you!”

“You're gonna regret this!”

“See, I don't think so ‘cause you don't look like you can do much right now.”

“That's because you have your big, heavy body pressed up against mine!”

“Aww, you noticed I've been working out! That's why you're such a good friend, you're always paying attention to the small details!” 

Johnny gave you an unnecessarily loud kiss on the cheek, definitely intended to annoy you even more. But you took it as an opportunity to return the favor and get him off you. You took advantage of his closeness to retaliate, sticking your tongue out and licking a long line across his cheek. It tasted like skin and sugar and you almost regretted it immediately after doing so, but he let out a grunt of disgust, using his hands to lift his body a bit from yours to put some distance.

“Oh you're nasty!” Johnny laughed, ”But who knows, maybe it's a more entertaining way of cleaning all the milkshake off.” He gave you one of his recognizable suggestive smiles and this time it was your turn to let out a grunt of disgust at his implication.

“Eww, gross! Get off of me, you pervert!”

After pushing him some more, you managed to get him to leave you alone. He disappeared down the hallway, his laughter echoing as he headed to the bathroom to shower. You took a moment to get up from the couch, allowing yourself to giggle now that Johnny wasn't around to see it. You were never going to admit it to his face, but his bubbly and impulsive personality was part of the reason you were his friend. His joy was contagious and while you often ended up in trouble because of him, you couldn't deny that his spontaneity and fun was just what you needed at times like this. Just before he arrived you had been whining and stressing about all the work you had to do for college. You were close to your limit, but Johnny came along and with a couple of silly tricks he was able to put a smile back on your face.

You complemented each other perfectly, that was the reason why your relationship worked so well. He was impulsive and outgoing, often discarding common sense to have some fun. You were completely different, more calm and reserved, often thinking too much before acting. To put it in Johnny's words, you were boring and could get too serious at times, which is why you benefited so much from having him around. He would get you out of your head, pushing you out of your comfort zone whenever he could. And you made sure to keep him out of trouble —well, you tried to at least. He learned to be normal by being with you, and you learned to let go and have fun. You were an odd pair and that's why you had such a good time together.

You frowned when the sound of the doorbell alerted you, thinking that the pizza delivery had arrived too quickly this time. Although you supposed that was better than what had happened last time. After the place you had ordered from forgot about your order and notified you when it was too late to order elsewhere, you learned the valuable lesson of never leaving Johnny in the kitchen. You knew it was a bad idea, but hunger had clouded your judgment. Now you knew you could never leave him unsupervised in there again, not if you wanted to keep the apartment at least.

“Pizza is here! Hurry up or there will be nothing left for you!” you shouted as you passed through the bathroom door, tapping on the wood before continuing on your way.

Only when you opened the apartment door it wasn't the face of the teenager who always brought you food that you stumbled upon. You regretted not looking before answering when you were met with Ashley's confused expression as she saw you on the other side of the wood.

“I need to talk to Johnny!” She demanded. “It's important.”

“He's busy.” You simply stated, hating the haughty tone in her voice. “But I can tell him you stopped by.”

“I know he's in there! Let me talk to him.” Ashley tried to push past you, but you managed to stop her before she invited herself into your apartment. She didn't like it at all, looking you up and down with disdain as if you were the first person in her life to deny her anything —and from what you knew of her, you very well could be. “I'm sorry, who are you exactly?”

“I'm his roommate.” You replied between gritted teeth, keeping a tight grip on the door ready to slam it in her face if she tried anything else.

“Roommate?” Ashley looked at you as if you were speaking to her in another language and you wondered at that moment if maybe she was so wealthy and spoiled that she didn't know the concept of what a roommate was.

“Yes. We live together to share rent and groceries because the cost of living is way too high. it's a very common practice, I'm sure you have heard of it.”

“I know what a roommate is! I just didn't know Johnny had one.” Ashley looked you up and down one more time and you knew then that her problem was that you were a girl. You rolled your eyes, thinking about telling her that there were a lot of things about Johnny that she didn't know —like how much he hated her. But before you could speak, your friend's voice echoed behind you.

“That's because she's not my roommate. She's my girlfriend.” Johnny stated, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing you against him protectively.

“What!?” Ashley inquired in a tone so high-pitched she probably woke up every dog on the block.

“What?” you said at the same time, tilting your face so you could look at Johnny.

His hair was still wet from the shower, small droplets of water falling from his locks, rolling down his temples to his cheeks and disappearing under his jawline. You noticed then that he wasn't wearing a t-shirt and realized how badly it could be misinterpreted to be hugged like that when he was half naked and just out of the shower. You tried to pull away, but Johnny tightened his grip on your waist. He looked at you with pleading eyes and you knew then that you were willing to let him drag you into whatever mess he was about to cause. That was your job as a friend after all, to help him get out of trouble. And right now he had no bigger problem than Ashley.

“It's okay, you don't have to keep lying about it.”

“I-I...” you stuttered, unsure of what to say or do. But to your luck, you were interrupted by Ashley's high-pitched squeals.

“You changed me for this!? I mean, I knew any woman after me was going to be a downgrade, but holy fuck!” The blonde looked you up and down, a clear expression of disgust on her face. At any other time, that look would have been enough to make you feel bad about your looks for a long time —not that you cared what someone like her thought about you, but it wasn't nice to have someone refer to you in those terms either. But this time, instead of sadness, anger washed over you. Who did she think she was to talk to you like that?

“I guess he got tired of listening to you whine and found himself a real woman.” You spat, impressed with yourself. Ashley gasped, but she couldn't come up with a come-back because what you did next left her speechless.

Without giving it much thought, you turned around and, standing on your tiptoes to get to his level, you pressed your lips to Johnny's. You didn't know what had taken hold of your lips, but you didn't know what had taken hold of them.

You didn't know what it was that had taken hold of you, but you stopped questioning it when he responded to your kiss. His hands instinctively traveled to your waist, pressing you against him as he moved his lips expertly. You buried your fingers in his hair, using your grip to pull his face closer to your height. Ashley didn't stick around to watch the show, her high-pitched complaints and the clicking of her heels echoing down the hallway as she left in humiliation. But neither of you heard anything, too lost in the moment to pay attention to your surroundings.

The kiss was more intense than you expected, but that's the way it was with Johnny. It was hard to keep up with him when his lips seemed to know exactly what to do to make you weak in the knees. He was a damn good kisser and you hated that now you knew it. All this time you had spent laughing at the women who fell into his trap, unable to understand how they could possibly go so crazy for him, but now you knew why. And what you hated even more, you knew that you were no different from them. With just one kiss he already had you at his mercy, the bastard! Practice had served him well.

When Johnny's tongue caressed your lips you didn't put up any resistance. You let him explore you and take what he wanted from you without the slightest complaint, melting in his arms. You forgot that he was your best friend. You forgot that Johnny Storm was the biggest womanizer on campus. You even forgot that you had sworn never to fall for his charms. All you could think about at that moment was his soft lips caressing yours, the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the tingling his fingers aroused in the exposed skin of your waist. It was as if you were in a kind of trance induced by his closeness from which you could not wake up. Although frankly, you didn't want to either.

However, the magic of the moment was broken when you felt Johnny's hands move down from your waist to your ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers as you had seen him do with countless women. That simple gesture was enough to bring you back to reality. The voice of reason in your mind scolded you for being so irresponsible and in response you pulled away from Johnny, pushing him away from you.

“C’mon! Just when it was starting to get good” Johnny complained and you punched his arm to shut him up.

“I was just playing along with your dumb idea” You excused yourself, closing the door when you saw that Ashley was gone.

“That wasn't just playing along, that was pure lust and desire.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, trying to hide how embarrassed you were.

“I got her out of here, didn't I? You should be thanking me.”

“Oh you did a little more than just that” Johnny continued to tease you, taking a few steps to get closer to you. You didn't back away no matter how much you wanted to put as much space as possible between the two of you. You were afraid that if you moved away he would notice how nervous you were getting.

“Tell me, exactly how long have you wanted to do that?”

“Me!? You're the one that grabbed my ass!”

“Hell yeah! I won't pass up any opportunity to grab a pretty girl's ass.” Johnny winked at you and you hated yourself for feeling momentarily happy to be considered a pretty girl by him. It was pathetic!

“You're disgusting.”

Johnny Storm/Fireproof Series taglist: @feel-my-psycho-love @nada3000

[yan-rai]

Yandere! Aged up! Denji x reader x Yandere! Makima

Synopsis: Denji is quite a handful, after all, he grew up unfortunate. He's ecstatic at the smallest things, so imagine how he acts when you do the slightest gesture. Especially when he sees competition. The same could be said with Makima, she has a calm exterior, but, she hates having to share her property. So, why not settle this with a duel?

-Warning- SPOILERS FOR PART 1. This is a yandere work, it will include dark themes (however in this, I would say it is light). I do not control who reads this, however, this should not be romanticized and should stay in fiction. I do not condone this behavior. Light editing, Suggestive, cheating(?) reader, also in a way, manipulative. Aged up! Denji. Cannibalism(?), death, mentions of religious aspects (praying by Denji and reader) being called a wife by Makima (no gender associated though since she refers to herself as the husband). Implied that reader is not fully human, could be considered a fiend, devil or a hybrid.

Side Note!: I accidentally uploaded this without knowing so it had to be put on private since I don't know how to change it back to drafts 😭. This is my first published blog, so I'm still a newbie trying to figure things out. If you see any errors, whether it be typos or giving reader a gender, don't be afraid to tell me! I'll quickly fix it. These images are NOT mine, Denji chibi is made by JackGravitty, Makima chibi is made by Yknsugar. Other images are just manga panels.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You're aware of Makima's plan.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 After all, she considers you as family, why would she need to keep something from you?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 When you meet Denji, you're in a way, disappointed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Makima gushes about Chainsaw man, but when you see the barely adult, you wonder if Chainsaw man was truly great as she painted him to be.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Not wanting the plan to fail, you treated Denji kindly.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Offering food, cleaning up after him, and giving praise.

"Ohhhh Yeahhhh!" Denji shouted as you handed him a plate full of meat. "Thank you for the food!" Denji clasped his hands together as he dug in, almost choking in the process. "Denji, you'll have to be more careful, can't have you dying without completing the contract now, hm?" You tilt your head, Deji coughed. "Y-Yeah! Sorry..." He drank water. "Uhm... (Y/N), what's your type?"

"My type?" You tilted your head, "Hmmm." You put a finger on your chin. Obviously it'd be Makima, and only her. However, perhaps him taking interest in you was the plan? You knew she'd be pissed if you ruined it, you smiled. "I think I'll be the most happy with you, Denji." "W-With me!?" He stuttered, checks flushed. "Yeah. You're cute, loyal, basically like a dog" you named off, leaning towards his face, "And most of all, you're Chainsaw man."

"You'll protect me, right?"

Denji nods frantically.

"What's your type?" You smiled.

"Y-You!" He blurted out.

"I'm glad."

You lean further, connecting your lips against his.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji would be lying if he said he *hadn't* gotten a boner right there and then.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 I mean? What reaction would he have gotten instead!?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 A hot person kissing him as they confirmed their feelings!?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji now believes you're in a relationship with him, he's yours and you're his, simple as that.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 While Makima did treat him well, you did it with wanting nothing in return, it was as if, you liked him for him. You saw him as Denji, not Chainsaw man.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That's all it takes for him to fall head over heels for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Denji would be far more clingy with you, annoying a certain boss.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Not like he cares, though.

"(Y/N)" She called out, no longer allowing you to daydream as stood near her door.

"I've heard you got into a relationship, hm?" Makima spoke, sitting at her desk as you stood. "Ah, you too?" You sighed, he was practically announcing it to the world with how he acted. "Congratulations." Makima continued her smile, however, with most of her smiles, it was fake. "It's not my fault." You furrowed your eyebrows, "You said you were going to take care of him! Why'd you toss it over to me?" "Why did you give the dog hope?" Makima responded, no longer smiling. "I didn't want to ruin your plans, so I assumed you'd want me to flirt with him so he doesn't run away." You huffed.

She stayed silent before tapping on her lap, reluctantly, you sat.

Putting her arms around you,

"I didn't know my wife cared about me so much. But, I'm sure you're aware, I don't like sharing."

Her lips trail down from your lips to your nape, she bites your collarbone.

"Stop it. We're at the office." You hitched, "Since when were you the husband?" She teased, licking the hickey she recently gave you. "You're aware that I don't like Denji, right? You don't have anything to worry about. I'd choose you over him, no matter what." You reassured, Makima hummed. "Makima, I love you. We'll get officially married, start a family," You rested on her shoulder, clasping your hands with hers, "and stay together for entirety." You whispered.

She paused. Her eyes trail up to your face, she fiddles with the buttons, hands slowly trailing to your tie. Pulling on it, she brings your face closer to hers, biting your bottom lip.

"You're mine and mine only, you belong to me."

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Normally, she doesn't care about the people around you, they're nothing but flies.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She met you waaaaaayy before Denji even existed.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 But Denji clearly was changing you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She saw the way you looked at him, as if you *actually* liked him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She hated how a mere pet can change someone's feelings quickly.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 What did that dog have that she didn't?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Nothing! She had everything, the will to change someone's memories, control anyone, hell she was unstoppable at this point!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 That's right.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He *had* nothing, but now, he's surrounded by people he loves.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Perhaps it's time for the dog to be put back on a leash?

"I apologize for the loss, Denji." Makima sipped her coffee, as the dogs played around both her and Denji. "We tried everything to make sure everyone came out alive, but, the gun devil, he's quite strong. However, we managed to defeat him." She smiled.

Denji, however, seemed to still be shaken up by Aki's death, as expected. After all, Aki took care of Denji, treating him as a little brother, someone who died because of him. "Makima..." He suddenly spoke. "You said, if we defeated the gun devil...I can make any wish, right?" Denji lifted his head, putting his fingers in his mouth. "Of course," Makima smiled as she put her coffee on her lips. "Then... Can I make a wish where (Y/N) will never leave me? If everything goes wrong, then, they'll be the only one who'll stay with me?"

Makima paused, no longer smiling, her eyes glaring daggers.

Tch.

Does this fucker really think he has a chance with you?

Makima sipped her coffee, regaining her smile.

"Is that what you wish for, Denji?"

"Yes...please. I-I... I can't afford to lose them."

""Denji, it's your birthday, correct?" Her head tilted.

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah!"

"Happy 19th birthday."

"Thank you, Makima." Denji blushed.

"Say, I actually invited someone over." Makima stood up, "Really? Who!?" Denji turned his body around as Makima neared the door.

Denji's smile never fell, he wondered who it could be. Perhaps (Y/N)? It'd be nice to hear a birthday saying from them. Perhaps it'd be one of her men, ready to give him the birthday boy treatment. Perhaps it'd be Power, who would jump to him ecstatically like a wild dog. Or better yet, even if he knows it might not be true, perhaps there would be a way, to bring back Aki, so they could once again be like a happy family.

Makima gently opened the door.

"Denji..."

Ah! He was right! It's Power!

"Power!" Denji ran to get up, almost tripping.

"No way! A cake!?" He cheered, it was the first time he'd received a cake for his birthday. Truly, his life was turning around, he loved becoming Chainsaw man.

"H-"

"Bang."

"Eh...?"

Blood splattered on his face, his eyes laying upon power, whose head fell near her legs. Her torso completely gone.

Denji's eyes slowly started to face Makima, who, only had a smile as her hand still had the pointing gesture.

"Your wish, (Y/N)... To be the *only one* to stay with you, right?" Makima spoke, facing him.

His smile falters.

No.

He didn't mean it like that.

Not at all!

Why.

Why did she do this to him!?

God damn it!

Why did he wish it like that in the first place!?

No... Nobody would think it like that!

It was her fault.

For everything.

"Why..." He lets out.

Makima only smiled.

"Do you hate me or something!?" Denji shouted, clenching his fist.

"Hate is... quite a strong wrong, though, I can't deny it. But, it's just a mere punishment for believing that (Y/N) would want to stay with you in the first place. Dogs need to be punished when doing things they aren't meant to." She laughed, except it wasn't the laugh she always presents herself with. It was a hollow laugh, something like it wouldn't come out of a human in the first place. "You're wrong! (Y/N) loves me! They...they presented me with such kindness, They protect me, feed me, kiss me...hold hands...they... They trust me to save them! Save them from *things* like you!"

Denji leads his hands near his cord.

"I'll fight with everything I got to defeat a monster like you." He spat.

"Denji, did you really think (Y/N) loved you?" Makima questioned, "Don't you ever stop to think? (Y/N) only loves you for Chainsaw Man, not Denji. Just like all the other people that came and went, they fought for Chainsaw Man."

"(Y/N)'s the same, except, they work for me. They *love* me. They offered to take the role of the person you'd fall in love with. That mouth that praises you, kisses you, calls out your name, it's done the same to me. Far more, and... It actually holds its meaning."

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 NO.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You... You weren't like them at all!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You loved him for him!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Those moments that you shared, the times where you would kiss him first, laugh at his jokes...

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Had they all been lies?

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 No! He refuses to believe it! Makima clearly was lying!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She had to have been jealous!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It's okay! He'll make sure he defeats her! You two will be able to live together once and *without* meddling things.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 All of this will be for you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She wanted to laugh again.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 The way he thinks he'd be able to defeat her was funny.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Sure Chainsaw Man was strong, but, she'd be fighting Denji, not him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If Denji knew better, he'd know that he should back off this instant.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 She smiles smugly.

"You're aware you'll end up dying, right?"

"I'll never let you have (Y/N)!"

Denji pulls on the cord, turning into chainsaw man.

"Grahahaha!" He laughed manically.

"May the best one win." Makima smiled, revealing chains as past encounters revived. Including Aki, Reze, Angel Devil, and so on.

MAKIMA'S WIN.

𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬

Her feet echoed as she stepped on the rumble due to their aftermath.

She grabs Chainsaw Man by his head, whom, was ripped in half.

"Tch."

She rips out a heart.

It was oddly shaped, since it was the Chainsaw Devil, or as Denji called it, Pochita.

"What a waste." She sighs, remembering the battle. Power showed up out of nowhere, trying to defend Denji, and of course, still died. Frankly, Makima was quite annoyed, she spent years thinking she'll eventually fight *The* Chainsaw Devil. And yet, the devil didn't even come out to fight her, and she instead won against Denji.

Taking a cigarette from one of the corpses she used, she sat down.

Smoking for the first time.

She coughed.

"It doesn't matter now." She spoke with a hoarse voice.

She held Pochita close, "We'll get rid of the unnecessary together, that way, (Y/N) and I will be able to live in a world of peace. We'll start a family together, and perhaps you can be included too? You'll be like a child to us." She smiled.

"We'll have a happy life."

She paused, her smile widening.

"Ah. They arrived." She looks back, picking up your scent.

"W-What... Happened here?" You looked at the mess.

Makima called you in out of nowhere.

"There was quite a fight."

"I can guess, Makima." You remarked.

"Can you guess who won?" She tilted her head.

"What's that on your hand?" You peeked.

"The key to our ideal life." She showed, you paused.

"How did you obtain it?" You ask, sweating.

You knew the answer.

And yet, you still asked.

"He's dead."

"You... I thought we weren't actually going to kill him!" You gasped.

"Hahaha... How else would we obtain the heart?" She laughed, with her usual hollow laugh.

DENJI'S WIN.

𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬𐃬

He panted.

He defeated Makima.

He was lucky Power managed to show up in time.

Though, he could praise himself for letting Makima's guard down, that required planning.

"Huh." Makima let out.

"Chainsaw Man didn't come to save me." She furrowed her eyebrows, looking down as her blood splattered. She wasn't even fully split, it just stopped at her torso.

"Guess (Y/N)'s all mine now, huh?" He smiled.

The life she wanted with you, crumbled before her eyes.

"This is hardly enough to..."

"I know."

His chainsaw rumbles.

˖⁺‧₊˚

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner." You smiled,

"Yeah.. I just wanted to prove that I'm getting better at cooking!" He smiled, walking towards you as he handed you your plate. "That way you can depend on your boyfriend a little more." He sat down.

You blush a bit.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't gained some form of love towards him.

You catch the smell of the food, your smile widening.

"This looks delicious, Denji!" You praised.

"After you, you're older than me after all."

"Thank you for the food," you quickly prayed, digging in.

The flavor was immaculate, the way everything was fried was to perfection.

"Where'd you get this meat from? It tastes better than the store I get it from." You spoke, taking another bite as Denji ate his.

He kept chewing, allowing a moment of silence, before he swallowed it.

"It's Makima." He spoke, taking another bite.

"Pardon?" You drop a piece of food from your chopsticks, your smile now fading.

To be honest,

Makima hasn't called you in for a while, you thought it was because she's been busy with work, you'd rather not bother her.

"You're eating Makima."

It finally dawned on you.

You were eating your once lover, prepared by your current lover.

You wanted to barf.

[familyagrestefanblog]

Daddycop analysis: How Marinette viewed Adrinette when it came to FATE

I don't get around to make a better structured post, but the one thing that actually intrigues me in it's 'bothersomeness' about Marinette's drama in "Daddycop" (and one for which I'm very curious if it'll be the same in the French original cause it might just be a case of English Dub dialogue changes) is the way the episode just leaves it pretty much unresolved that Marinette, while sobbing about how her happiness is forever ruined, was out here blaming all of that on Adrien not changing his mind on having the date TOMORROW (so its not like she was denied anything, the point literally was that she gets both her date and her girls night fully instead of half-assing both at the same time. So Adrien rescheduled the date to the next day. This happened for HER benefit) while acting like SHE had nothing to do with the date not having happened.

"You all agreed to it [Adrien coming, though they didn't actually know cause she tiptoed around saying anything useful cause she didn't wanted to be told "no"], but it looks like it didn't change his mind, and now everything is ruined [puts her head on the table]"

Like, girl, that's a crazy victim-complex on display right here. Omfg.

In a situation where Marinette thinks having the 100th kiss this evening is the only way that'll cosmically seal their happiness, and not having it will cosmically doom everything and she'll apparently never know happiness again,

Girl sure showed NO self-awareness that the reason why Adrien explicitly said "no" several times was because SHE forgot the plans she already made with her friends, as well as not realizing that she nuked any normal chance for him to change his mind by keeping on insisting on him attending without listening to what he's saying (which she continued doing):

But for Marinette, that didn't matter. In her eyes, there was nothing SHE could have possibly done that could result in her being anything but innocent in their relationship ending up being cosmically doomed. Only ADRIEN can be wrong in the case of this specific evening deciding their fate as couple. Not her. Not even for a single SECOND, her.

And on a VERY important note:

She also doesn't think that withholding the knowledge of this cosmic event from Adrien is unfair or a factor in itself that could POSSIBLY be what's upsetting fate. Only SHE deserves information and is unquestionably MEANT to have it, while ADRIEN has to unrealistically bend over backwards and submit to her will to prove that he will bring her eternal happiness and without getting to know the context either.

Funny how that is perfectly in line with the constant conflict now going on even after the season 5 finale. ADRIEN (or everyone else) has to prove that Marinette will be given eternal happiness, care, consideration, and will be catered to almost no matter what because that's still pretty much all her anxiety is canonically about, like in s4 and 5.

And that's the thing that gets me in this. That Marinette, until the akuma battle, fully blamed everyone else BUT herself for everything, with the sobbing on the table scene summarizing it:

"You all agreed to it [Adrien coming, though they didn't actually know cause she tiptoed around saying anything useful cause she didn't wanted to be told "no"], but it looks like it didn't change his mind, and now everything is ruined [puts her head on the table]"

If Marinette's anxiety and trauma actually were manifesting the way her fans/ stans make it out to be, then Marinette's instinctive reaction here would have been crying about and damning her own forgetfulness and lack of focus for ruining her chance of happiness.

But that's not what's happening in Daddycop. Marinette only ever blames ADRIEN and SHE is only the victim. In her eyes, this cosmic event was at its core about HER and no one else.

She doesn't desperately try to let Adrien know that there is an important cosmic event going on - that she's aware of and he isn't -and that it could doom their future if they don't save their love TOGETHER.

And she doesn't try any plan like calling him during girls night because she "forgot" to buy something important, but knows HE has it at home, too, so could he please come over at a certain time and bring it along? Where she then could kiss him at the right time.

Still questionable in method, but I'd get the vision due to her acknowledging that SHE is the reason the date didn't happen in the first place. There would be something here to hold onto.

But Marinette in the actual episode does NON of that.

Marinette is sobbing on the table about how ADRIEN not changing his mind, for no reason in his eyes, ruined everything and SHE is nothing but the blameless and broken victim due to HIS actions.

She fully judged Adrien in his worth as her true love and their whole relationship and future on whether she's getting everything she wants without having to communicate what's important, what's going on, and WHY. And, again, it says so much about her in this that she only judges HIM for not magically making up for HER lack of focus, inflexibility, and forgetfulness getting in between fate's plans for them. She's never once judging herself, ONLY HIM.

And I need you to not write that off for a second because PLEASE put into perspective how Marinette would have treated Adrien the next day in school if it hadn't been for the akuma battle having cleared her mind.

I don't care if you don't wanna hear it, but Marinette wrote off their entire relationship and Adrien as the right partner for her because "he didn't prove it by changing his mind to magically only exist in the perfect way to validate her spiraling that she never communicates".

If it hadn't been for the akuma battle and the other girls going after Sabrina, Marinette not only would have mentally already broken up with Adrien, but she (based on her more than consistent characterization) also would have at first kept her distance from Adrien in silence the next day, only to eventually reveal that she's blaming him for breaking her heart by neglecting and dismissing her efforts to spend time with him and how that showed her that they are not meant to be and there is no hope for them.

Which, btw, sure would have put Adrien seeing THIS face, after not letting her have her way ONE TIME, in an even nastier context because it was already a red flag he handled with alot of patience and consideration for her anxiety and "squirks" (which makes it even worse that she proceeds to blame him for everything):

Worst case scenario, Adrien would have had every single friend turned against him. But even in the best case scenario, Adrien would need to practically beg on his knees for Marinette to PLEASE believe him that telling her "no, we'll date tomorrow" doesn't mean she isn't the love of his life and he will do ANYTHING to prove to her that he will make up for the pain she experienced because he didn't "consider her anxiety enough".

Quite realistically speaking, Marinette would have not been fully convinced by that and Alya and the girls might have even have to eventually figure out that Marinette's bs is rooted in some cosmic fate thing her mother told her about, so they would need to involve Sabine who would then need to hold her daughter's hand, explain to her that fate isnt real, and beg Marinette to let her abused and orphaned boyfriend take care of her and worship her again.

Like, THAT was the set-up situation we fortunately dodged like a bullet. But for way too long, THAT was where the situation was leading to as the full narrative scale of Marinette blaming Adrien and only viewing herself as the victim.

But the worst thing about this is that her blaming Adrien is the one thing the message of the episode kinda sweeps under the rug again and gives no satisfying ending to. For the whole girls squad plot, the episode at least has her properly acknowledge that she sidelined her friends for her boyfriend and didn't pay attention to anything or anyone else in front of her again:

"[...] and I, too, want to apologize. Ive been focusing so much on my relationship with Adrien that... I forgot to give my attention to the ones that really need it (Sabrina). I promise, I'll be more attentive from now on *hugs Sabrina*"

(Let's ignore for a sec that the show had Marinette say that her freshly orphaned and abused boyfriend apparently DOESN'T actually need more of her special attention. What a 'charming' lesson after Illustrhater and Sublimation that only came to be now because Marinette was told "no" one time. As if Adrien not wanting to date ONE EVENING, when he didnt wanted to because he knew she would ignore her friends for it so he wants to date tomorrow, somehow means he doesn't need special consideration anymore the way she gets because thats normal in a relationship. No wonder she almost killed him one episode later lol Trying not to do that would have required more special attention and consideration than the whole custody situation already asked of her. I guess that's the lesson here, huh? lol)

But the lesson in the end also explicitly states that Marinette learned that her focusing so much on Adrien was the thing she did wrong. Meaning, what was "wrong" is still entirely Adrien-associated in Marinette's head.

"I forgot something! *kisses Adrien* 100! I wanted to save it for our special evening, but.. in the end.. I realized that we don't need a conjunction or fireworks to love each other"

And towards Adrien she says that she learned that they don't need these special things she planned to love each other (side note: would he even know what she randomly means by conjunction? WE and Marinette know what this refers to, but Adrien has no context for it)

Only that all of that doesn't acknowledge how Marinette unfairly put all blame on Adrien when she thought fate was real and you just have to hope in good faith that Marinette truly got her mind out of the gutter somewhere off-screen since yesterday.

Cause her just saying "but.. in the end.. I realized that we don't need a conjunction or fireworks to love each other"" isn't actually clarifying that, when contextually all she may as well be saying here is "I'm so glad I realized that you aren't the bad guy who's all alone to blame for ruining our relationship and my happiness forever🥹"

Like, you get what I'm saying, right?

She stopped blaming Adrien in the end and didn't act like him saying "no, please wait one day", one time, equaled him breaking her heart and breaking up with her, because she cleared her head during an akuma fight and a friend crisis which made her realized that the whole cosmic thing wasn't happening in the first place.

And not because she realized that even IF the cosmic fate event had been real, then ADRIEN wouldn't have been the one in the wrong anyway because SHE was the whole reason, in numerous ways, for why he said "no".

There is a difference here that the episode was not willing to actually clarify because the end scene would play out exactly the same even if it were only "Marinette letting Adrien 'off the hook' because she realized that the cosmic event not being real now makes HER the guilty one. Hence why she looks sheepish and apologetic".

But that tells us nothing about how this would have ended if she still were convinced fate was real. The episode, seemingly, just suddenly had her drop that belief during or after the akuma battle. Definitely nowhere near on-screen and explained. So the end scene, contextually, does not correspond to all the Adrinette set up we saw. Those are two very different circumstances.

During the set up, she thought fate is real. During the end scene, she already let go of that belief since yesterday. And that's a pretty significant thing to sweep under the rug again regarding Marinette's consistent characterizations. Cause this IS fully in character for her to do and it's only made worse by Miraculous often implying, or sometimes even outright SAYING, that fate, destiny and even LUCK are real cosmic forces that run their universe. You know, for example the way Tikki herself made a lucky charm specifically for a renounced MARIBUG in the second half of "Kwamis Choice" and the universe fucking maneuvered that Lucky Charm right into Marinette's arms all by itself? Yeah. That counts. And its only one of countless of times they do stuff like this and it's always consistent writing wise.

So what does it say about our main character that they just dropped this point without clarifying whether she actually got her head out of the gutter? Cause that's all they did: they dropped it in favor of making it all about the girls squad message. The end scene doesn't prove shit and the writing went out of its way to leave it like that.

I dont wanna say that I'm having faith in the long-term writing, but I am saying that I'm sick of not treating this show like the well-planned product the writers demand it to be. Not my fault or problem when the product doesnt hold up what we're being told. In that case, I just have more proof that they COULD be telling a cohesive and interesting story, they just refuse to.

[stayteezdreams]

Hold Still

Plot: Wooyoung asks you to do his makeup for a costume party, but it's only an excuse to get close to you.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Gn!Reader (established relationship)

Prompt: 'Trying to paint their face but they won't stop trying to kiss you' -- Requested By: @tumbleboof

Warnings: Slightly suggestive content + Kissing.

Words: 1.2k

As you looked over all of the makeup you had set out on the counter, making sure you had brought everything, Wooyoung watched you with an adoring and excited smile.

He knew you would say yes to helping him with his makeup for the party. And the excitement you showed only made him even happier that he asked.

The makeup he wanted wasn't complicated, just the basic dead, pale zombie style, with a few of your own personal touches thrown in. When you asked why he wanted your help rather than just doing it himself, he said that he would make it look bad.

You didn't necessarily disagree with this, so you decided you would help him.

Truthfully, Wooyoung was going to do it himself, he didn't mind how it looked all that much. But he wanted an excuse to be around you.

With how busy he had gotten, he hadn't been able to spend as much time with you as either of you wanted. And Wooyoung was getting...needy.

"Okay, ready?" You asked as you looked over at him.

He smiled and nodded, doing as you instructed as you began to prep his face.

You were fully aware of how Wooyoung's eyes never left your face. You also noticed the smirks he gave you when you got particularly close to him, and how his hands would gently hold of touch your legs or waist.

He was always like this with you, so it didn't feel particularly new. However, as time went on Wooyoung began making your job a lot more difficult.

Leaning close to apply vein-like details around his eye, Wooyoung took the opportunity to strike.

The second you looked away from him to grab something he smirked knowingly. As you looked back, you felt his lips press against yours, catching you off guard.

You blinked in surprise as he grinned proudly. You let out a soft laugh and shook your head a bit before continuing with his makeup.

You mistakenly expected it to be a one-time thing, but before you could even finish one detail of his makeup, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of your mouth.

"Wooyoung." You grumbled as you tried not to ruin the makeup.

He giggled softly, which you had to admit, made your heart flutter.

"What? I can't kiss my partner?"

"You can, just not when I'm trying to do your makeup."

He pouted, "That's no fun."

The third time, you saw it coming. You saw the way his eyes flicked to your lips, then to your hands. The second he moved, you stood up making him almost lose his balance as he collided with nothing but air rather than your face.

He met your eyes and saw the smirk on your face as he pouted dramatically.

"Heyy!."

"What?" You asked innocently, making him laugh in frustration.

The fourth time, you caught him again, but this time, by placing your hand to stop him.

"Hold still."

He groaned and stomped his feet a bit, "Y/nnnn"

"Wooyouuung" You mocked his tone. "Unless you want to look like a Nosferatu reject, let me finish." You chuckled.

As you began applying makeup to his lips, he kept pulling away with fits of giggles. "It tickles!"

You laughed but grabbed his chin to keep him close to you. "I said hold still."

You saw the spark in his eye as you did this, but ignored it.

Making the mistake of looking away to get more product, you shouldn't have been surprised when you felt his lips smash into yours when you looked back.

Instead of a quick peck however, his hand cupped your chin as he kissed you deeply.

When he pulled away with a grin, you immediately saw the smeared makeup and groaned, knowing you would now not only have to fix it, but remove the makeup from your face as well.

He laughed at the sight of makeup on our lips, once again proud of his actions, as you smacked his arm playfully.

"I'm never helping you with your makeup again."

"Aww, come on!" He said happily as he pulled you towards him, making you sit in his lap.

You tried to glare at him, but the pull of your lips was too obvious as he giggled, pressing a kiss to your cheek and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You can't escape now!"

"Well then I guess you are going to the party like this."

You showed him his face in a small mirror and he laughed, seeing just how much he smeared his makeup.

"You can fix it like this can't you?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye as he squeezed you softly, not wanting you to move.

You rolled your eyes but grinned, feeling butterflies at his need for playful affection.

"Fine, but I swear to G-'"

"I'll be good." He cut you off with a grin you didn't believe for a second.

"Mhhmm, you better."

"Or what?" He challenged and you glared playfully at him.

"Or else I'll apply the rest of your makeup with permanent marker."

He laughed at your threat, watching you lovingly as you finished applying his makeup.

"You know I asked you to do this so I could spend time with you right?"

You grinned as you nodded, "Yes, I know. That's why I agreed to it too."

He grinned and leaned forward but you caught his eye with a small "Tsk".

He pressed his lips into a thin line and you couldn't repress a chuckle. Leaning forward, you pressed a soft and fast kiss to his lips, hoping the makeup had dried enough to not transfer.

Wooyoung grinned at the action as his hands squeezed your waist in delight. Looking over at the makeup, his eyes lit up as he got an idea.

"Can I do your makeup?"

"Absolutely not."

"Aww, why?"

"One, it will never get done because you won't stop trying to kiss me. And two, you have no idea how to do it, I'll end up looking like some Ronald McDonald rip-off."

He frowned, wanting to argue, but decided against it, knowing you were probably right.

"Fine." He sighed, admitting defeat.

You smiled at his tone as you set your brush down. "Done!"

He grinned happily as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"I knew you'd do a great job!" He said cheerfully, before he looked back at you with a more serious gaze.

"What?"

Leaning closer he whispered. "Hold still."

The seriousness of his tone caught you off guard as you froze. He hooked his fingers under your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips. He made sure not to give into his desire fully, not wanting to ruin your work again.

Pulling away, you saw a familiar twinkle in his eyes that made your stomach swirl. He swiped his thumb over your lips to get rid of any color that transferred.

He met your eyes and hummed. "I'm tempted to blow the party off."

You let out a soft laugh "And let all my hard work go to waste?" You shook your head and he chuckled.

"Fine, but you're all mine when we get home alright?"

You laughed as you nodded your head, "Deal."

xx End xx

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[radicaldreemurrs]

just found your blog from that stupid twitter post: im incredibly sorry people are being mean to you. i feel like theres some sort of disconnect in how people view online discussions: if people dont like your tone they can be rude back, even though youre talking to yourself on your own blog and theyre coming in to harass you. maybe due to people forgetting that a tumblr 'blog' is supposed to be a journal of sorts. i hope you dont feel the need to temper your own expression for others. you arent giving a lecture.

anyway: i read through much of your posts describing your interpretation of the story. theres many things i could say but i dont find most of them relevant. people could stand here poking holes in each others arguments with facts and logic for hours and it wouldnt accomplish much of anything (especially since this argument stakes more on thematic preference and gut instincts than anything else at this point). where we are in the story any sort of read will have holes because we have half the story. people can try and 'get you' by asking how you justify the soul reading noelles thoughts or whatever, but its mostly to make themselves feel better that theyd sweat if someone asked them how theyd justify whatever else holes there certainly are in their takes. its easy to be insecure when your work will always be unfinished because youre working with paint that still has years to dry, i guess.

i find your read on the game completely fascinating and its making me consider facets i havent before. i think it provides incredibly nuanced reads of kris noelle and ralsei that people should look into whether or not they 'believe' you as i thnik theyre relevant anyways. the way i see it, honestly, is that the idea that the game about dissociation is true no matter how you look at it. in this interpretation, that is literal while the player commentary is a metaphor to service that. while in a standard read, the player commentary is literal while the dissociation aspect still exists as an allegory. they work in tandem and so i think people would find a lot in reading your work. that would make the game more complicated, of course, which i suppose is what people are afraid of.

theres really no point in people getting mad over your opinions differing from theirs seeing at the POINT of art is to interpret it in a way that is personal and meaningful to you. as someone with different life experiences, i cant fully agree with you, but i wouldnt be surprised if by the end of the game you were right on the money. who knows exactly where tobys working from after all. not to mention how undertale pulled the same trick with making you think flowey has meta awareness before rugpulling.

i hope you have a day that is not ruined by whatever obnoxious people are certainly currently in your askbox with me.

this was a very nice thing to receive today.... thank you very much for saying so. that's all i can ever hope for when i pose my own ideas, that it'll help people consider alternate perspectives and come up with interpretations of their own that relate to their experiences too, i always just wanna open up discussion and get new angles going. and yeah you're right, people could just try to keep poking holes in my argument thinking they're pulling some absolute gotcha but unfortunately for them i'm an adult human being with better things to do, and i don't owe my time to anyone who doesn't care to understand my experiences. i know this well by now, trust me.

and don't worry, i'm very stubborn. it would take a lot for me to change my temperament just cause some dickheads online didn't like the way i expressed my points. if it were that easy, i wouldn't be where i am now, heheh. i hope you have a good day too, this was very thoughtful of you to express.

[stealingpotatoes]

last 4 jedi au asks!

got a fair few last 4 jedi asks so theyre getting their own askpost!!!!! all below cut:

i think cal's trying to smooth things over with:

anon dude this is perfect this is exactly them. 10/10 you're getting an A* in last 4 jedi class i'm in awe at how accurate you got it

VERY GOOD QUESTION!!!! i think it's difficult to convince Din to wear anything that isn't his really basic flightsuit armour and cape. it was hard enough trying to get him to wear a cape more worthy of the Mand'alor nobody's pushing their luck w a poncho

rey would ABSOLUTELY wear a poncho but ben is too emo you're right. it doesnt fit his gothgirl aesthetic

cal is BABY!!!!! the babiest!!!! yes im aware he's a fully grown 23yo man in JS and he has facial hair n stuff but. he's still baby. very fair mistake to make

@a-rebellious-waffle HUGE fan of nontraditional lightsaber combat class, spread the gunsaber propaganda my boys!!! but DAMN this is so indepth omg!!!!!!!!! you have all the fancy lightsaber form names n stuff!!!!!!!! this is so impressive omg!!

@just-prime LMAO you know what go merrin. keeping the jedi safe as she should!!! i don't think anyone should let a skywalker have nightsister magic, they're already half eldritch beings having magic would just ruin the safety of the galaxy loll

[respectthepetty]

The colors are coloring in the ninth episode of Break Up Service as Black Brooder Boss stands in front of the red wall that the broken picture of his business partner's failed relationship hangs on while he casually rests between his love interest and the guy she is dating.

The team is tasked with defeating Destiny, but in their attempt to take on Cupid, Boss learns a few things about the red (his job) and yellow (Jued).

Because when it comes to the couple they need to break up, the yellow and red are still there in small ways, but which will win?

Sidenote: I'm heartbroken the show opted for a European-style tea service now that I know what a Thai-style tea setup could be. Nobody wants those busted cucumber sandwiches, dried scones, and crusty macarons! Give the people golden thread! It would've aligned even better with the color coding!

But it doesn't matter because as much as Black Brooder Boss tries to ruin the couple's happiness with his company's evil tactics, he can't seem to win.

And it's because Heavenly Human Cupid came prepared for this fight.

She, with the other Heavenly Humans, explains that her company saw the potential in Bee and decided to invest in him.

Because even angels have to lie sometimes.

So it's officially a battle between Destiny and Break Up Service or in this case, good versus evil.

Which means Boss runs to Blue Boy Oat to help him sort out his feelings regarding the red and the yellow.

Did I forget to mention that Oat is a loyal and stable Blue Boy? Because he is!

So as a Blue Boy, he tells Boss he is standing too long without making a move, so he needs to move on, but he isn't just talking about the pool game.

Black Brooder Boss is the lightest he has ever been but he needs to pick: red (his job) or yellow (Jued).

Boss picks his job and shows up with Rose in red to complete the mission, and these name keep giving me EVERYTHING!

And knowing that Tee picked out the pink-ish dress Jued wears is interesting because if I wasn't against Tee, I would think he was part of Destiny attempting to bring Boss and Jued together.

But Heavenly Human Cupid seems to be the only one working hard to keep a couple together here, yet she is outnumbered by the Break Up Service.

And just when she thinks she sealed the deal, a red pot shows up in her perfectly planned date to indicate that evil has won.

Rose lives up to her name and color by being the thorn in Cupid's side.

Because Cherry, surrounded by warm yellow lights, realizes it's too late to make this relationship work.

And Bee sadly does too. He waited too long to be what Cherry needed, and now the love they had was lost. Maybe he needed a Blue Boy best friend named Oat to push him along?

The team celebrates the break up in their newly decorated office which serves as the perfect setting for a reflective moment.

Because Yellow Yal Jued with the yellow lights in the background is realizing she is feelings emotions she wasn't aware of before this moment.

And even though Boss is speaking to Rose, he is covered by the yellow lights that show he is thinking of Jued.

So when Jued safely wakes up after drinking too much in an attempt to drown her newly emerging feelings, she assumes Tee took her home and tucked her in after quickly washing her.

But the black frames and the red bike on the shelf tell us that this is work of another man.

And in a beautifully shot scene, Boss finally reflects on everything that happened this episode and decides he doesn't want to miss his opportunity to be with the person who is right in front of him.

SO HE CONFESSES!!!!

Which allows Jued to return fully to her true color.

And gives the perfect entrance into next episode where we get to see the other (yellow) half of his business partner's failed relationship.

This will also allow us to see how this man became so red that he dedicated his entire life to breaking up other people while Black Brooder Boss lingers in the background.

This is going to be delightful!

[kityana]

just wanted to bring this up since you commented on this in the tags of my post.

but i brought up Stolas and Ozzie's actions with defending their respective love interests because the episode showed a parallel to Stolas and Ozzie for the time they were in Stolas coward down and didn't defend Blitz or his relationship with him because he didn't have the courage at the time as he was still in that mindset of him being a goetia and the like. Mammon was doing to Ozzie what Ozzie did to Stolas and tried to embarrass him in order to get him to back down from protecting Fizz, but unlike Stolas, Ozzie didn't coward down.

It wouldn't be until Mastermind (which i did mention in the post) that Stolas would show his love for Blitz in the same manner Ozzie did.

so with Ozzie's that was meant to show Stolas at his weakest, then with Mammon's musical we were shown a glimpse and possible foreshadow for what Stolas must do, and Mastermind was the pay off.

I simply didn't bring all that up because it had nothing to do with Ozzie and Fizz in that episode, so i do think my comparison was fair.

I hold no hate for Stolas (if you check out my earlier blog i went into a lot of detail talking about him to show why he's so sympathetic) but i was being fair in showing a flaw that he had which he did overcome by S2's end.

I also don't hold anything against you this is just me trying to explain why i made the post the way i did.

hi! thanks for the reply. i didn't think that your post was aimed to hate on stolas at all! i'm just stating my view on things.

i just don't think there's a lot of place for comparison as i said, because ozzie and stolas were in very different places in their respective relationships and their feelings about it. i don't even think it had anything to do with stolas being a goetia.

we don't know how long ozzie and fizz have been together, but even by "ozzie's" it's clearly been a while. they live together. there's art of them together on ozzie's walls. even tho they try to keep in a secret, it's pretty well known they have a thing. even crimson, who lives in greed and probably doesn't care much about gossip, is aware that they're together. they're secure in their relationship, even if it's a secret.

stolas and blitzo? by ozzie's they've been sleeping together once a month for maybe 6 months. they don't really have a relationship. blitzo asking stolas out on "ozzie's" is the first time he'd done so. stolas is still struggling with his home life, trying to get away from his abusive wife and Octavia, who's clearly unhappy about her parents splitting and her father's relationship with blitzo. and ocatvia is definitely the most important relationship in stolas' life- this is very contrasting to ozzie, who's hiding the relationship with fizz to protect his own reputation, but doesn't have any interpersonal relationship on the line that could be damaged as a result (that we know of).

and now to the episode itself- in "ozzie's", stolas is excited about going out with blitzo. he doesn't mind being seen in public with blitzo. he didn't mind it in "loo loo land" or "the harvest moon festival" either. when verosika and fizz cornered blitzo, stolas was fully prepared to get up and help him until ozzie turned the spotlight on him.

and mind you, blitzo has spent the episode treating stolas very poorly. he lied to him about his intentions (stolas is sure this is a real date, but blitzo is just using him to spy on m&m) and he acts as if stolas is nuisance he has to put up with the entire night. now stolas is being put on the spot by a royal and getting called out for ruining his daughter's life?

of COURSE he's going to hide his face. he's not standing up for blitzo OR himself. because his relationship with blitzo is new and shaky, blitzo isn't giving him any reasons to think it's going anywhere, his homelife is a wreck, and ozzie has just turned a spotlight onto it.

you can call this cowardly, but it's easy to not be a coward when you don't have so much on the line. like, say, if you're a deadly sin in a secure, loving relationship getting called out by an equal that you don't even like in the first place.

like i said, i just really don't see any place for comparison here. stolas has his flaws, but not standing for blitzo in "ozzie's"? that's not one of them.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Since you named it in the Halsin x Ace!tav headcanons, now please do also gale because I'm curious!

- a very ace ⚙️

Alright, by popular(ish) demand:

How Ace!Tav Reacts When They Realize Gale is Into Them

An expansion on this headcanon: Ace!Tav's Reaction to Halsin Propositioning Them

Based on: Astarion x Ace!Tav Masterlist

Okay, now I feel bad because I feel like I've thrown my man Gale under the bus for this, but it really isn't his fault, just a lot of miscommunication

This one is a slower build since Gale is just in the party longer and it's just how he roles

Ace!Tav and Gale form a connection fairly early on

Tav knows they're not the most book smart and so does regularly ask Gale for his input (or to read them something without asking any questions)

Gale is happy to be useful, and just so thrilled to have somebody beside his cat who will listen

This is probably where the miscommunication begins

Gale takes their active listening, and ability to recount the information he taught them as a sign of deeper interest while Tav actively listens because that's just what they do

They're a bard who never learned how to read, listening is the only way they learn anything, plus they have a memory like steel trap

This all comes to a head at the tiefling party

Astarion approaches Tav about having a "night of passion" which Tav turns down because it's obviously not their thing, and they don't really want to have that conversation with Astarion; why spoil a good thing (read I Want I All for more on that subject)

And then Gale says he wants to show them how to experience the weave later that evening and so, they decide to go with him

Tav knows they're in touch with the weave through their music, but never fully understood why or how, only that it works, so to have Gale show them is an experience they can't pass up

Besides, they know how passionate he is about it, who would they be to deny him

So, Gale shows them the weave and when he asks them to picture the concept of harmony, what they imagine is music, the way it fills their body and brings them peace; melody strumming not just through their ears but their whole body into their soul

It's an intimate sensation, one they haven't been able to express with words and for a moment Gale feels it

He tells them he feels like he owes them an apology for being at bit...well, dismissive of their form of magic, it's truly beautiful

And then Tav sees it, a flash of his own mind, and the anticipation of a kiss

That snaps them right out of it, letting the weave disappear around them

Gale, realizing what they saw, is quick to apologize but the moment is ruined and the pair of them quickly make their way back to their own tents to wallow and over think

Tav feels unbelievably guilty, not helped by Astarion's comments the next morning

Astarion isn't jealous, why would he be? But he can't help but ask what Tav and the wizard got up to, using every teasing innuendo he can think of

Tav finally snaps and tells him nothing happened and that they need to talk to Gale

Gale has been properly wallowing and keeping unnaturally silent until Tav pulls him aside to talk

Gale once again apologizes, but he really did think there was a connection between the two of them

He knows he's not much of a wizard these days and he's also very well aware that there is something going on between them and Astarion, but he did hope...well, no point in that is there

Tav feels even more guilty, but is quick to assure him he did nothing wrong, they just don't see him that way

In truth, what they really want, in the deepest part of their hearts, is to be his friend; to be honest, they don't have that many

Gale tells them, "Somehow I doubt that. I can't imagine you being lonely"

Tav only gives him a sad smile, saying "what can I say, I contain multitudes"

Gale sees it then, that they are, in fact, lonely and for a moment sees it in himself; that maybe his feelings he started to develop really do come from that same place of loneliness

Tav watches him carefully asking, "have I hurt you terribly?"

Gale shakes his head, "just a bit bruised, nothing that won't heal. Admittedly, I think it's more my ego than my heart"

He assures them that he does value their friendship, he just might need a minute to recover

He also tells them that whoever they do give their heart to better know how valuable it truly is

It does take Gale a little time to come back to himself, but eventually he's able to become a true friend to Tav with none of the remaining awkwardness

He also makes a point to assure Astarion of the same thing after he senses the vampire glare one too many daggers into his back

As much fun as it is to tease Astarion, he doesn't want to have to sleep with one eye open, if he can help it

[littlepeakydevil]

New Blog Username, New Me

This got long so if you don't want to read all my ramblings and just get to the point of this post, you can scroll to the bottom to find a summary of the changes I'm making.

Oh, boy.

Over the last few weeks I've been really re-evaluating how I go about participating in fandom and my own writing. And I've come to the conclusion that a lot of the habits and expectations that I've been putting on myself are not healthy and have been causing me a lot more stress than I even realized.

Originally I was going to start a whole new blog, but decided that I can't be bothered to go through all the headaches that would most likely entail. But I am going to be changing my username.

Of course I still plan to interact with everyone's fics and OC postings. None of that is likely to change. Regarding Lucy and my fics, that's another topic...

There are some changes that I want to make to Lucy and her story. I started writing fics with her years ago, and at the time I did not expect her to become my primary OC. And now, I fully expect that I probably won't have another leading OC again, because I can't imagine ever letting her go. The stories I work on will likely always center her (and Tommy since they're a package deal) in one way or another.

However. There are a few adjustments I desperately want to make to her, but have avoided doing so because I felt like I couldn't for one reason or another.

Most of the changes won't impact what you all overall know about her. I need to whittle down and reorganize her family tree because it's a mess and way too large for me to handle. But generally I'm not changing her story in the fics I've already posted. Though I will tweak a few things here and there.

But the big thing I want to change about her is her name.

When I first created her, I thought I would just do the Love Me Where I'm Most Ruined series (though not nearly as big as it ended up being) and that would be it. So I just slapped a placeholder name on her and then somehow I never got around to changing it. And then didn't change it because I felt like I was "locked in" to using it.

This is something that has been bugging me for over a year, and it will continue to bug me for forever if I don't change it. I want to make it clear that I don't at all expect anyone to go back and change her name if you've used her in any of your own fics. And if you prefer to keep referring to her as Lucy in your stories, you are more than welcome to keep doing so.

As of right now, I'm planning to repost the rewritten versions of my fics to both here and AO3. So please bear with me while I do that, as it may take a while. I plan to keep up the older versions of the fics--at least until the rewritten ones are all up.

Good grief, this post ended up a LOT longer than intended, so I'll wrap things up here, and if anyone has any questions about any of this, feel free to leave them for me in the comments/reblogs or my askbox.

Love you all, and thank you for your support, always. 🖤

So, the gist is:

Username changed from @mischievouslittlecreature → @littlepeakydevil

Lucy Winters name change to → Lily Callaghan

Was I using the name penname Lily to try to trick my brain into being okay with it not being her name? Maybe. 🤭

My penname → Lauren

Tagging some of my moots who will probably want to be made aware of all of this: @shelbydelrey @moral-terpitude @zablife @call-sign-shark @cillmequick @runnning-outof-time @peakyswritings @brummiereader @justrainandcoffee @evita-shelby @lunarubra @toms-cherry-trees

[yuseirra]

**alien stage final round spoilers**

I really enjoy looking at the feelings and relationship dynamics between characters when I see a work. I feel I got a better grasp of/understood that aspect after seeing that most recent alien stage video, so I'd enjoy talking about it. Before I begin, I respect all the canon interactions and appreciate what they give us. The major "ships" for this, I am aware of, they are all very valid and I find all of them intriguing and interesting to see!

This particular stage, I feel, shows a really good insight of how Ivan and Till's love's are conveyed in contrast to each other.

Ivan appears to be very mannerly and he's very kind towards the fans, giving a lot of fanservice, he's the "good boy" of the group (excluding Luka who's simply "made for the stage") while Till tends to be the rebel. He swears towards the aliens, tries to run away, and does the unexpected on stage, he's a loose cannon as they say, but when it comes to "love", their attitudes tend to be the complete opposite.

It appears that Ivan's feelings towards Till is very complex for it to be defined simply as "love"(although I believe it is) although he's reserved on the outside, I feel he's the one has the hardest time dealing with his own emotions, since it does exist, but even he himself can't actually make out what they are. Idk how it's been translated but I saw him defining what he had towards Till as "shallow(얄팍한)" and apologizing to him as being his victim of it, I think it's the contrary. It's way too muddled and complicated, the artbook also mentions that he'd be the only one who can know what that feeling he has towards Till is. And I'm not even sure if he himself does in a complete sense. What I can see is that he does care. However, it seems like Ivan doesn't know how to care for Till in a way that'd come across to Till in a way that he'd like. In turn, he keeps acting in a way that'd provoke him to make the guy look back at him. He ruins the flowers Till treasures that he's received from Mizi, punches him, follows him around, nudges him, and acts pretty imposing and unpredictable when it comes to Till, he does things that Till doesn't want. It's out of his interest and fondness but it just can't come across to Till as a good thing. He doesn't hate him (he's still pretty fond of Ivan when I read the artbook) but finds him annoying. The artbook defines Ivan's feeling as one-sided, and sadly, it is very much that way. Ivan is the one that looks most mature out of the 4 kids that grew up together (Sua, Mizi, Till and Ivan himself) but they phrase Ivan as someone who's grown in terms of body but has never matured from being a child (P 208, 211 in the artbook) The problem here is that he never learned how to express his feeling properly. It always... ends up in a way that hurts Till. Till fails to comprehend or make out just what's happened as he sees Ivan dead in the final moments of stage 6. While Ivan manages to achieve his desired results of having Till finally look back at him, that's also all he gets. It was predictable, though. I feel like they'd have had a much friendlier relationship if they grew up in a normal, humane environment. In the end, Ivan does realize he's being selfish. I personally believe it's both selfish and selfless, a bit similar to how Sua was towards Mizi. They do things for the other but also, they do realize it's what the other party wouldn't enjoy/fully comprehend while they do it. But they can't help it since they want the other to survive.

Till's feelings for Mizi has been always there, I kind of feel it could get overshadowed a lot from how immensely big and impactful Ivan's actions have been portrayed throughout the series, but I really appreciate how they acknowledged Till's feelings for her's also something that's very genuine and what's gave him light. I read that the idea that Till had a crush on Mizi was there from the very early stages of development from the artbook. That's a crucial part of his character. And unlike how the usual "reserved and gentle" Ivan can get pretty aggressive to get a reaction out of Till (nothing against Ivan, just analyzing) Till's love is also pretty much unrequited, but he acts very selfless and gentle towards Mizi, he never does anything that'd.. affect her in a strong sense except for trying to express his feelings through music. While Ivan pokes, punches, grabs, kisses his love to get his attention, Till tends to blush and run away. This guy is very aware of what his feelings towards Mizi is, yet I think he understood his position and how much Mizi loves Sua so he keeps at a distance. His commentary about Mizi is that he believes "she's the most beautiful being in the entire universe and he felt reborn when she smiled at him." Oh wait?? he's an INFP??? REALLY??? Looking at the artbook and..;;hshshg to imagine an INFP acting like him.. oh, he must have suffered A LOT;; I guess he was always on edge in those harsh conditions then. His feelings towards Mizi didn't really come across so much either, as it is said she thought Till was evading her, she wanted to be more friendly with him being the jolly and sweet person she is though.

The outcome for these two are very similar but different. When I watched Till's fate..(yeah, I was shocked he almost NEVER stood a chance against Luka despite how good he is too;;) I think I felt sad, but I was.. also happy for him that he realized Mizi does genuinely care for him. What Ivan got wasn't mutual, Till didn't understand.. and he was engraved, but as a source of trauma (I find this inevitable though seeing how that stage played out). Mizi smiled at Till and he was so happy to see her again he immediately lit up and tried to reach out to her while the stage was still going on, their eyes meet, the way Ivan and Till did on the previous stage, but it was welcoming and out of glee. Of course the one Mizi loves is Sua, but it was sweet to see Mizi really caring for Till as a friend. He's also what she's wanted to save, and Till was suffering after he thought Mizi was gone, but he got that sense of relief in his last moments. There was a comment I found that I found was quite insightful about this situation. He doesn't ask much in return, he always was that person that'd accept and appreciate what she gave him. Was that really enough for Till? I'm not sure but, he was still happy from everything Mizi had given him. I do see Ivan having a harder time being the same way because Till would have been so focused on Mizi to look back at him if he was as passive and accepting as Till was to her, and besides, I think the type of "love" they have may not exactly be the same although it can be categorized as "love". "Love" comes in many different forms and it grew in ways that were affected by their environment and personalities. I appreciate how that was depicted. I feel Till's love towards Mizi is just as powerful as Ivan's love towards Till was, it displays the different types of one-sided love.

I can talk about Sua and Mizi's dynamic too, with that I'd be talking about all the four major ships (I talked about Hyuna and Luka in another post earlier!) but maybe I'll do that another time.

However, I'd still like to mention what I found interesting in the artbook! They say that Sua wanted to protect Mizi's naivety and shield her from reality, because she found salvation in it. It was a place of escape for her, they say (p44) she gave Mizi hope that there would be a good ending, and that's how Mizi completely broke down the moment Sua was gone. Mizi really didn't see it coming while Sua actually did as she sang. Sua wanted to remain in that moment forever with Mizi, they say (p39) she depended on Mizi as much as Mizi did for her. The artbook gives out a really good insight in terms of about how the characters feel about things and it's very colorful and thick and great to see in general, so I recommend you to buy it if you are interested in the series. I'm not a hardcore fan of this piece (yet) but it was still worth every penny to me so, I bet it'd be a gem for those who really care for it~