#leave humanity behind with me. stop loving this family. stop being so attached to these dreary things

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Does a bad ending ruin a good story? A comprehensive guide to my feelings on the Arcane finale

*Spoilers for Arcane season 2*

So. You just finished the show, and you're staring at the screen in bewilderment. Perhaps you’re even with some friends, shouting words of confusion to the rolling credits. Try as you might, you can barely hear them, because a single thought echoes in your mind and pushes away any other:

“What the fuck just happened?”

If this happened to you, then boy oh boy, we're on the same boat. If it didn't, well, I'm glad for you friend! We might not have been looking for the same things from this story. But this is my post, meaning I will give my opinions (which are objectively correct because this is my blog and I'm the mayor here) on everything that Arcane broke and failed to deliver in its last 2 episodes.

Let's start with characters, and why none of it mattered.

Jinx symbolized the fear we all have of not belonging somewhere, of not having anything to call home or anyone to call a family. Her anger stemmed from wanting to carve a place in a society and a world that had so harshly rejected her (i.e., Vi leaving her). Her existence was a huge middle finger to all that refused to let her live, a fight to build herself something wholeheartedly hers (hence her being an inventor). It was proof that despite the world telling her she was better off dead, she would never stop fighting to prove it wrong.

… and she died.

She died, and that means all the suffering she went through to exist simply amounted to nothing. She left nothing behind either, no trace of a legacy, something that would have left her mark on that world. Isha, the child she raised as a daughter, died. Silco, who she taught love and care to, died. Vander, who she brought back from years of trauma and torture, died. Jinx fought so hard to live, and in the end, it was as if she hadn't lived at all.

Viktor is most certainly the character that made me the angriest, because of how attached I am to the person he is in season 1 (and even the first two acts of season 2 to an extent). Everything that made him so beautifully complex… gone, in about 10 minutes. There was NO reason to make him the surprise ultimate villain. Viktor had always, always been a pacificist. That's why he was so adamant Hextech not be used as a weapon. That's why every time there were chances to test hextech to hurt, he tried to learn how it could heal. Yes, his fusion with the hexcore had changed him; but NOT into a man who didn't care for human life. He wanted to help all the hurt done to his people. People like him, living day to day in the undercity, but who had never gotten a chance to crawl out of their hell. His community was about HEALING, not controlling. The very IDEA that he would accept killing innocents and ally with Noxus, the warmongers, is so ridiculous I could genuinely laugh if it didn't make me so angry. The show needed an easy, black-and-white showdown to conclude a story that would have needed so much more time to tell. And they chose Viktor. Because it was the easy way out. It was the perfect foil to the return of the Golden Boy. And that PISSES me off.

There is this really shitty concept in popular media that the handicapped/chronically ill character is always in the pursuit of being “cured” and that they need outside help to realize “that their imperfections make them perfect”. Fuck. You. As someone with chronic illness and who just finished beating blood cancer, fuck you. That realization, that you're you with every part of your being, even the ‘bad’ ones, cannot come from outside. It's YOU who needs to learn it. It's you who needs to discover how your body and your mind are so much stronger than you previously thought them to be. Not your lover, your family, your friends, or God forbid your able-bodied lab partner. You. Others may tell you as many times as they want your illness doesn't define you; it won't matter until you, yourself, have understood why and have accepted it. Having someone swoop in and “fix” Viktor with a “you don't have to change uwu” is just….. so reductive I can barely find the words for it. That was VIKTOR’S path to find, and not Jayce’s role to find it for him.

Also… Viktor wasn't trying to ‘fix’ his leg; he was trying to find a cure to a deadly illness ravaging his body and no doubt the bodies of many in Zaun. The HELL is the message here??? That he should have just rolled with it because the deadly illness was part of him??? Again, as a cancer survivor. Fuck right off.

Of course, I can't just ignore the hideous get-up they put him in at the end. The man who laughed at Jayce's narcissism….you want me to believe… he would put on that fucking edge lord costume and not DIE of embarrassment??? The design makes no sense from a narrative standpoint either: if his cane has become the sceptre, why is he still keeping it? He doesn't need it anymore to walk, and it's a reminder of his weaknesses as a human that he apparently hated so much. Why the hell does he keep it then? And the hexclaw. Where did that bad boy come out from?? Did you all see a secret extra bonus scene where he steals it from the lab, because I sure didn't. It doesn't add anything to his sets of powers either it’s… it's a fucking laser gun. WHY. And oh sweet god that mask… there would have been so many ways of designing a mask more meaningful than the one from LoL. This one is just. A piece of metal he spawned in embryo. Get it? Because he's made of metal now and also hiding his face means no more humanity? Get it?? Of fucking course you do, because this was the easiest and worst possible way they could have integrated the mask.

Viktor and Jayce had a fantastic dynamic in that Viktor had started out as the loner, the underdog scientist from the slums; while Jayce was the leader figure, living in comfort that made him attachingly naive, his face plastered on posters stroking his ego. The shift is delightfully slow, as Viktor gains in confidence and determination to see his invention through no matter what, while Jayce is confronted with harsher and harsher truths about the world he so blissfully ignored. By Act 2, they have fully switched roles: Viktor is now the leader figure, a symbol of the future for the people, while Jayce is desperately alone, both physically in the hexcore anomaly, and mentally in being the only one who has seen the devastating future. Excellent stuff. What would be a great way to push these parallels further and to show the complexity of these characters, and perhaps how they can balance each other out? Well, Fortiche sure didn't know, now Viktor is the bad bad guy and Jayce is mister hero. Zaun bad, Piltover good. All nuance, gone. Proving that indeed, the man from poverty and inequality turns out evil, while the one from comfort and wealth turns out to be the hero of the story. The whole “giving a warm speech to the bad villain about how you care for them, somehow immediately changing their ways, and dying together to save the world” can work well in shounen anime where friendship is magic, or in the Ben 10 live-action movie (yes, that's the plot, I thought that wasn't deep when I was like 7 years old so imagine now), but not in a show like Arcane. Not with the ethical and moral nuances they have accustomed us to.

And now, let's explore...

Plotholes and incomplete storylines galore.

Ekko’s tree and the contamination of Zaun from Piltover? Fuck that. The huge showdown between the two opposite yet sister cities, like Jinx and Vi, that has been built up for two seasons? Fuck that. And for what?

For the Noxus sequel teaser.

Mel’s plotline about finding her mage origins had NOTHING to do with the main plot. Absolutely nothing. It added 0 twists or intrigues to the story, and served no purpose except making her a deus ex machina for a broken ending. All it was there for was to lay the base for a following show on Noxus and the Black Rose. Time that could have been spent either giving Mel a proper arc related to the plot, or giving all the other rushed character arcs more development.

Finally, and I deeply regret having to say this, but… the end of Vi and Cait's relationship was majorly disappointing to me. As an LGBTQ+ person myself, who feels attraction to women, it was a delight to have such a realistically portrayed w/w relationship on screen. Popular media tends to portray m/m relationships as these doomed, sinful feelings between two repressed guys, while w/w relationships are shown to just be all sunshine and rainbows and teddy bears, because two women together are a cute little accessory to have on screen. It’s non-threatening. But not Cait and Vi; their bond was raw, and rocky, with violent lows and passionate highs in a world that seemed to want to keep them apart. Their separation and the introduction of Maddie showed the reality of a w/w relationship, where fights and cheating ARE things that happen, because they're two adult women with different beliefs, objectives, an trauma. Putting them back together, as if nothing had happened, without giving us anything about how their relationship would have evolved from the breakup? I'd never thought I'd say this, but it's too easy. How about Caitlyn's literal descent into fascism??? We’ll just ignore that? Vi will just ignore that?

As with everything else, this last part of Arcane destroys all the complex emotions that exist between these characters, the resentment, the anger, the frustration, built upon years of different social conditioning… gone. Because they had 2 episodes left to wrap it up, and there was no way to make a coherent and natural transition to them getting back together with that kind of time. And can I just say. The decision to have Vi, symbol of Zaun, go down on Caitlyn, symbol of Piltover and enforcers, in a prison cell that has held innocent Zaunites and represents their complete lack of freedom as individuals by a cop state that oppresses them….. yeah, bad. So bad.

And… the multiverse. Yup, they went the multiverse route. Now, that's not necessarily a bad thing: the concept of multiverses itself is interesting in a vacuum, and quite a few properties have managed to make it work coherently. But it has been terribly overused and bastardized in serialized content in the last few years, for the simple reason that it's extremely practical. Why make a new, original series when you already have worlds and characters that are developed, and come with built-in fans? It's a money-saving hack! Why dedicate yourself to an ending that is meaningful in its finality and wraps the story properly when you can just say “It's just one ending in the multiverse!”. It takes away any accountability to the fans, and leaves the door open to a potential other version of the story! The perfect combo!

…except in practice, it comes off as lazy in a medium where that trope is overly saturated (don't start me on Marvel), and like a cowardly way of escaping from the responsibility of really taking the time to craft a good, solid ending to end your story.

So, with all that said: does it ruin Arcane for me? No, absolutely not, and I don’t think it should be for you either. The intricate artistry and raw talent that went into making the first season (and I would say a majority of the two first acts of season 2) is undeniable, and will stay undeniable. Nothing can touch that story. It will forever be one of my favourite pieces of animated media, which is saying a lot because I'm currently getting my master's degree on that topic.

However, it does give Arcane, as a whole rather than two separate seasons/entities, a very bittersweet feeling that is hard to forget. Thinking of what could have been, just if a little more time had been given to the minds behind the masterpiece you so loved… it's its own form of heartbreak. Academics have even compared it to experiencing a form of death of a loved one, before they ever got to reach their fullest potential and live the life they deserved. It may sound dramatic, but the feelings you feel in this moment, watching the horrible end of a fiction you have so much love for, are real. No one can take those away from you. You're allowed to grieve the loss of something that meant a lot to you.

Tldr; No, Arcane is not a bad series because of its rushed and incomprehensible ending. As they say, it's all about the journey, not the destination, even if that's one of the parts we tend to remember the most. And I don't know about you, but this was one of the best journeys I've ever been on.

[stackslip]

claws at my face. ahhhhhhhhhh

[heloflor]

Was in the mood for some teen + adult Timmy Turner headcanons (3.2k words below):

- Not actually teen related but still about Timmy: I like to think he actually got his fairies when he was 9 (which as I learned after watching “Abra-catastrophe” is actually canon, though in New Wish the fact Timmy had fairies for 7 years raises some questions on that front, like did he lose them at 16 instead of 18?), Poof/Peri was born when he was 10, and by the end of the show Timmy’s around 12-13 (since Poof/Peri turns 2 in season 9).

- Speaking of the end of the show I’m kind of ignoring season 10 for those headcanons, or if I do include it Chloe only had Cosmo and Wanda for a few months before not needing them anymore, hence them going back to only having Timmy (and it was probably awkward for Timmy to interact with her for a while after she lost them. Unless Chloe moved away afterwards or something).

- Vicky stopped being his babysitter when he turned 13, hence why Peri remembers her as a nightmare (if fairies age at the same speed as humans, Peri would have been 3 then). Oh and she stopped being hired because his parents thought he was old enough to take care of himself, and yes he still needed fairies even with Vicky out of the picture.

- Not sure when exactly (between 12 and 15) but at some point he just stopped bothering with his parents. They still mainly interact with him to tell him they’re going out so he just stopped engaging with them. As far as he knows, Cosmo and Wanda are his parents.

On that note, the more it goes the more those two would genuinely see Timmy as their own and raise him as such, even with the knowledge that they’re meant to leave eventually (and it wouldn’t surprise me if by the end of their work with Timmy, Cosmo and Wanda got yelled at by the Fairy Council for being unprofessional by getting too attached to their godchild).

- Timmy would start having Cosmo and Wanda go to school events where you have to bring your parents or similar stuff. If his parents catch wind of those events, Timmy would tell them bringing parents is optional, which they would be happy about bc they’d have something planned for this evening anyways.

- Timmy would also casually start bringing up Poof/Peri in conversations with his friends, calling him his little brother who his parents never talk about because having a second kid is difficult and also you guys can’t meet him because he’s in a boarding school and only comes home during the holidays.

- I could also see him start talking about Cosmo and Wanda, being like “oh yeah they’re family friends who are like my godparents and they’re great! No don’t worry about how weird they’re acting, just don’t question it and don’t bring it up to Crocker” especially for family events.

Tbh if he starts talking about those two he would probably also admit that his little brother is their kid who he calls his brother because “I’ve been in his life since his birth and I’m close with his parents so you know!”

- You just know Timmy and Poof/Peri were being gremlins growing up together. Like Wanda refusing a wish and convincing Cosmo not to do it either, only for Timmy to ask Poof/Peri for it behind their backs. Then one day when Peri’s around 6 years old Cosmo and Wanda don’t want him granting wishes without one of them around anymore because he “hasn’t lost his baby strength” meaning he might be as powerful as Cosmo and they want to avoid disasters (huge fan of Cosmo being op as hell). Timmy wasn’t very happy about that.

- And since I keep talking about Cosmo and Wanda being like parents to Timmy, a word about why Timmy is so special to them compared to other godkids.

First off I believe that Cosmo and Wanda remember every single godkid they had and genuinely loved each of them. Hell in “Hassle in the Castle” when seeing the girl who caused WWI Cosmo happily greets her and Wanda calls her “sweetie”. They care for those kids no matter how difficult some of them were.

So to me what set Timmy apart from them is that 1. Timmy got a lot more involved in Fairy World business than former godkids and by the end of the show was low-key closer to fairy culture than human culture (granted this is mostly due to how the show stopped using most humans characters in the last two seasons from what I heard).

2. Timmy reunited Cosmo with his mom (for better or worse), helped him get a better relationship with his brother, almost helped Wanda reconnect with her sister, and allowed Cosmo and Wanda to become parents. So Timmy basically helped mend some of Cosmo and Wanda’s family relationships on top of being familiar with said families and getting along pretty well with them too.

3. Mentioned a bit more later on but Cosmo and Wanda getting a bio child seemingly made them become more parental towards Timmy as well, thus tightening their bond.

4. One episode shows someone losing their fairies as a teen meaning that while probably very rare Timmy isn’t the first godkid to keep his fairies until he’s 18 (at least that’s how I see it, like the teen we seen lost their fairies earlier but that doesn’t mean another teen didn’t keep theirs until they reached adulthood). That being said I like to think he’s Cosmo and Wanda’s first godkid to keep his fairies for so long. And add in the secret wish into the mix, it makes Timmy the godkid Cosmo and Wanda spent the most time with by far and the only one (so far) they raised up to adulthood.

- The months leading up to Timmy’s 18th birthday were very not happy for nether him nor his fairies. Constant apprehension, half-jokingly talking about stopping time for 50 years again, trying to spend as much time together as possible, possibly counting down the days for the last month, having to explain to Poof that he won’t be able to see Timmy ever again. Just really not a good time for everyone involved.

(btw about the stopping time thing, Cosmo and Wanda understood where Timmy came from but were still deeply unhappy about it because 1. It explained why their relationship was going down the drain being stuck in a small fish bowl for years surrounded by negativity and 2. Their son almost died because of it; they did eventually manage to put it in the past though)

- And since I bring up the Secret wish here’s my take as to why Timmy changed his mind after the ending of “Channel Chasers”: Ok so I’m pretty sure the answer is simply that he’s a 10 years old child who’s allowed to change his mind, but if you want a more satisfying answer I like to think that Poof’s birth is what caused it.

Because now Timmy has a little brother. And after rewatching some early S6 episodes, it honestly feels like this is the point where Cosmo and Wanda truly started to treat Timmy as their own, including him in family photos, having a scrapbook of him, showing no difference between how they treat him and Poof, openly calling Poof his little brother etc.

So not only is Timmy now closer than ever to Cosmo and Wanda, he also has a baby brother that he’s attached to. You could even put in “Wishology” which second part opens up with Timmy spending several days in Fairy World having the time of his life, and when going back home his parents had been on vacation without him this whole time and immediately go to a second one, forgetting about him twice in a row. On that note his parents’ neglect becoming worse could also push him towards his fairies.

So yeah, with all that in mind, I could definitely see Timmy panic as his 11th birthday is approaching, causing him to wish for time to stop. Btw I could see him make that wish late at night, telling Cosmo to come see him after/while Wanda is putting Poof to bed, and Cosmo wouldn’t exactly be the happiest about that wish but it’s not like he really has a choice + Timmy forces him to forget afterwards.

(Also this has nothing to do with this post but since we’re talking Timmy and Poof and I’m too lazy to go back and edit my season finale reaction post: I’m part of the people who, while having no issues in New Wish with Hazel having Cosmo and Wanda and Dev having Peri, I can’t help but wonder how things would have been had they swapped fairies, and I also think that them having each other’s fairies would be better for everyone involved, though again I love the dynamics we got in the show, it’s more curiosity over a what-if; but yeah long story short I realized recently that another reason why this swap could work for Hazel and Peri is that Peri can relate to Hazel’s issue of learning to let go of her brother, since he once was the younger sibling having to say goodbye!)

- The day of his 18th birthday, Timmy stayed up the whole night with his fairies, not feeling ready at all to lose them. When the time came I could see Jorgen have a message from the Fairy Council about how Timmy was both the best and worst godkid they ever had to deal with but at least he’ll be remembered by all of fairykind. Also Jorgen would probably give them an additional 15 minutes to say goodbye. Also also I could see Timmy give Jorgen a hug because despite all the bullshit Jorgen put him through (most of which Timmy deserved tbh) by the end of the day he’s going to miss the big fella, with Jorgen awkwardly patting Timmy on the head, having no idea how to react.

- That day, post losing his fairies, was also probably the weirdest day for Timmy. He spends the whole day feeling a sense of emptiness, his friends ask him about a couple and a younger brother he has no memory of which prompts him to realize he doesn’t remember half of his childhood, which he would likely freak out about.

- Giving more details, Timmy remembers the humans in his life but thinking about a specific day in detail leaves him with foggy memories. Worth noting that this is what would usually happen to a godkid but since most godkids only have their fairies for a couple months (2-3 years max) that fogginess is usually seen as forgetting some childhood memories. On the other hand Timmy has had his fairies for so long that this absence is much more obvious.

- Also Timmy would vividly remember feeling parental love which he knows for a fact doesn’t come from his own parents, and despite being a single child a part of him tells him he has a sibling. And with his friends confirming he was spending tons of time with two adults and bring up having a brother quite often, he would quickly start wondering where those people are now and whether he’d ever see them again.

Also not helping would be that, since he brought them up to his friends, he’d probably have created some lie about them moving to a different state on his birthday, which could also explain his friends bringing them up after the memory wipe like “it’s too bad those guys you like so much left. You’re gonna be okay without them?”

- I could also see Timmy often pause and stare if he sees pink, green, and/or purple objects right next to each other. On that note, my view for his adult design is basically the end of “Channel Chasers” but with three pins on his shirt (pink, green and purple). If he can’t bring his pins somewhere, he’d have three small earrings instead. He just doesn’t go anywhere without those colors. Also touching his pins gives him a sense of comfort.

- Needless to say Timmy’s in therapy not only to deal with his childhood trauma but also try to find a way to recover his memories. I could see the therapists he visits tell him he might be repressing some of his memories due to trauma. And yeah he’d see several therapists because that answer doesn’t satisfy him.

- That desire to recover his memories is why he’d be interested in AJ’s work (and I could see AJ actually try to help him with it, or even Timmy being one of the reasons why he decided to study the supernatural), though I could see Timmy keeping some distance to it (as in not thinking about it every single day and still looking up psychological reasons for his memory issues) since he’s afraid to end up like Crocker. Also he’d be confused as to why part of him is so convinced that looking for these people would make him like Crocker specifically.

- On that note, he’d probably hear Crocker rant about fairies again and try very hard not to think of the fact that the idea doesn’t sound all that crazy actually.

- If Timmy was to meet his fairies again (in human form), he would find them extremely familiar but not be able to place why (unless he has pictures of them in human form from his childhood I guess, in which case he’d recognize them though not remember them).

Btw I could see a scenario of them hugging him to try and jog his memory, which wouldn’t make him remember but he would realize that they’re the people he’s been looking for. If he were to spend more time with them, I could see him remember a few things like some insides jokes or finding himself call Peri “Poof” on accident (Peri would just start bawling at this because “he remembers me!!!”).

Ultimately, I’m not the biggest fan of the idea of him fully remembering them, for some reason I prefer the idea of him knowing they were important in his life and remembering how much he loves them but still building a new relationship with them, especially if you imagine them hiding their true nature to him (he’d probably figure out they’re not humans tho, but he would not sell them to AJ’s group). That being said he would very quickly start calling them his adopted parents/younger brother because again while the memories are gone the feelings are still there.

(Granted I could see the invasion from New Wish’s “Battle of Big Wand” bring his memory back, with him wearing sunglasses to avoid the mind wipe so he’d end up remembering his fairies, I still like the idea of him meeting them without remembering though)

- Speaking of Timmy not selling them out, I could see Dale Dimmadome figure out some of Cosmo and Wanda’s scribbles, at least the part about fairies, causing him to go to one of the meetings from AJ’s group, see Timmy, recognize him as the kid who saved his life and quickly realize Timmy might have had fairies given the effects of his lemonade, especially if he sees his pins and recognize the colors of the two people he’s stalking who suspiciously look like Hazel’s stim toys, on top of the purple color of his son’s headphones which Dale couldn’t find any info on online meaning it’s a one-of-a-kind and he has no proof of purchase (also maybe he saw Peri in human form with his parents, thus putting him on his radar as a potential fairy, and again the color matches up with Dev’s headphones).

But yeah if Dale tried to invite Timmy to try and negotiate with him (fairies info in exchange of potentially getting back his memories), Timmy would refuse bc he doesn’t want to endanger those people, even if he doesn’t remember them. Oh yeah and Timmy probably wouldn’t remember Dale since they only met once and it was related to magic.

(also this has nothing to do with his evil plan but I could definitely see Dale invite Timmy by saying something like “I owe you a drink”; yeah I like to think that despite being a huge piece of shit who doesn’t care about anybody but himself, Dale still can’t help but be grateful to Timmy)

Or another funny scenario I could see would be Dale calling AJ to tell him how he believes a fairy is spending time with his son and might be dangerous, showing some of the pictures he has of the fairy trio, and AJ would immediately recognize them as Timmy’s weird neighbors he’s been looking for. So AJ would tell Dale he’ll help catch Peri only to phone Timmy after the meeting to tell him he found his godparents. And if AJ does grab Peri, instead of trying to figure out how his magic work, he’ll just have him reunite with Timmy.

- Btw while Timmy would introduce Cosmo and Wanda as his parents to people, he still calls them by their first names. Not only because not everyone calls their parents “mom” and “dad” but also due to Timmy’s bio parents only being known as those “nicknames”, so Timmy would likely want to distance himself from them by not naming Cosmo and Wanda the same thing.

- Last three headcanons which have nothing to do with fairies; first of all I see Timmy as going full on no-contact with his parents. Maybe at first he tried keeping some level of interaction but quickly came to realize his folks are more than happy to pretend to be childfree. And obviously they didn’t give him any money for college or anything like that; hell I could even see them half-jokingly comment once Timmy turns 18 that he should start paying them rent. So yeah, needless to say Timmy quickly stopped interacting with them.

- I’m not really sure what kind of job Timmy would have. Given his grades and the fact he was failed by the system (Timmy can be a very clever kid but he’s clearly not made for academic work, which is the kind of work expected of him), I don’t see him get very far school-wise meaning he’d probably have an entry-level job, with maybe something on the side related to his creativity for additional money.

At the same time “Channel Chasers” seems to give him an office job and I don’t know what are the qualifications needed for those, then again from what I’ve seen in other cartoons some office jobs don’t pay well (think Nichole in TA/WOG with several episodes being about the Watt//ersons being poor).

So yeah ultimately I could see Timmy have a low-salary office job with a hobby on the side to get some “fun” money.

- Finally, I have no idea for his love life, mainly because I don’t care ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Between his job probably taking a lot of time, his not so great mental state (again he wouldn’t go to therapy solely for his memories) and research of his past, not sure he’d have time for dating. I also don’t ship Timmy with anyone bc I’m not big on shipping kid characters, even aged up ones. So I guess maybe he’d see someone casually? Maybe Tootie??? Idk

[crusty-chronicles]

🎪Crusty's Masterlist of Madness🎪

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons: Just a bunch of head cannons of characters (mostly anime) who I feel would thrive with a very stupid, yet incredibly strong S/O

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*old* The Guide To An Idiot's Heart: A Viktor x airheaded s/o fic.

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Hunter x Hunter

Multi chapter fics

Moon and Sun:(Platonic) Older reader goes soft after unexpectedly looking out for two boys. Whether it be troubled past or mutant ants, their promise to protect will never waiver.

🔞Forgiveness and Acceptance:

It's been a little over a year since the Chimera Ant Incident. A year since you'd made that fateful decision to run away during the fight with Pitou, leaving Kite behind in the process. A year of trying to cope with the aftermath. Blaming yourself for his death and subsequent resurrection, coming back as the very creature that had ended his life. Trying to navigate through your relationship with guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders. So much so that you'd do just about anything for him. Kite however, doesn't view your relationship through the same negative light you do.(Confirmed sequel to Moon and Sun.)

🔞Sandwiched Between:Getting a little too drunk, you and your friends start getting frisky. Unfortunately for you, you're sandwiched between a man who wants to ruin you and another who treats you like glass. PART 1 2

🔞Love Me Like I'm Your Last: A quickie with Kite leads to more than you expected. PART 1 2 3

One shots/Headcannons/Drabbles

🔞Med School Won't Pay for Itself: In which Leorio seeks a different means to make money for med school

Why MaS Reader Doesn't Get Along With Kurapika

🔞Kite with an S/O on Their Period

Kite As A Dad

Kurapika with a Phantom Troupe Hating S/O

HxH Men Throwing Down with their S/O's Plushies

Kurapika With An S/O Who Hunts Down Their Family

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Yu Yu Hakusho

Multi chapter fics

Not so Bad: The gang find a small, frazzled reader after being sent to stop a demon trafficking ring. Upon arriving to the location, they quickly realized everyone was dead, everyone except you. Reader is taken in and becomes attached to a particular demon with three eyes. PART 1 2

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One shots/Headcannons/Drabbles

Just Friends: In which our favorite fox realizes something while you tend to his wounds

Hiei Courting Headcannons: How our favorite three eyes demon courts Reader

Stubborn: In which our two favorite demons tend to and scold Reader for being careless during a fight.

Hands Off: What happens when someone tries to woo Hiei's very stupid S/O. What happens when they move in to kiss. Absolute madness is what.

Hiei with a Tall S/O

Reactions to Reader Being Hit On and Going to Them for Protection

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Receiving Flowers

Revelations: It's no secret Kurama's soft on you. But when his demon form finally sees the light after hundreds of years, the fact only further cements itself.

Jin With A Human Bookworm S/O

Hiei Bringing His Airheaded S/O To Demon World

Kurama With An S/O Who Loves Plants

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Reacting To Their S/O Singing

Hiei and Kurma Seeing Their S/O at the Dark Tournament

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[cultofdixon]

You will always have a piece of my heart

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • From an argument…to an emotional goodbye. Life changes for everybody, but you’ll always have each other • ANGST/SFW • TW: Canon

Requested by: Anon

From strangers to friends…

“Hey”

Daryl flinched to the unexpected voice that was attached to the Alexandrian enjoying the night sky by themselves on their porch.

“Uh…hey?”

“Sorry I saw yea comin’ from Aaron’s. Don’t think we’ve met” They started and in a sense, expected him to say his name first but guess they did come off a bit creepy when startling him. “Alright uh. I’m Y/N. I saw your group come in but didn’t want to introduce myself then”

“Daryl, and why not?”

“New environment. Shits scary. Y’all wanted to get a feel for it before letting us insiders in”

The archer couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth in his chest just from a total stranger being considerate instead of shoving their existence down their throat.

“Welp!” Y/N smacks their knees before rising to their feet. “I’m here if yea ever need me. I don’t bite” as they made their way to their front door that’s when Daryl whistled for their attention.

“Yea uh. Think yea can show me around more tomorrow?”

Now it was them that couldn’t help their smile and their own sense of security with the warmth in their chest.

“Sure Daryl. I’ll see you in the morning”

“Goodnight Y/N”

“Night” They smile on their way in closing the door behind them..

Leaving Daryl to fully smile in the streets of Alexandria before making his way back home.

“Y/N?” Aaron called out for them as they were hiding away in their new place back home. He cautiously walked the place until he found them sitting on the floor propped up against the wall. “Y/N, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

Y/N looks up at him with tears running down their cheeks as that led for their best friend to kneel in front of them checking their person for anything. But they quietly pushed his hand away when it got took close to their face. Aaron frowns trying to understand just from body language but he was receiving nothing.

“Y/N…what happened? You were so happy reconnecting with our family but then—-“

“He’s leaving”

“Who…Oh, oh. I thought you knew Y/N” Aaron frowns sitting on the ground before them as they shook their head covering their face in their hands.

“…Why does it hurt this much Aaron? Why does it still hurt so much”

“Because he’s leaving. To find someone we’ve lost years ago…who’s confirmed to be alive somewhere.” Aaron sighs. “It hurt you in the past…being alone when someone you love chased dead end after dead end. Now you’re not together…you fell apart and rebuilt yourselves…but there will always be a piece of your heart connected to him, that makes him leaving hurt like your first heartbreak”

Friends into lovers…

“Ha! You what?”

“I love you” Daryl confesses to the confused Y/N as they were currently covering from enemy fire from the Savior’s side. “I needed to say it now”

“Or what? You’ll die with regret when I would never let anyone hurt you ever again?”

“…What are you saying?”

“My own version of I love you too” Y/N exhaled as the firing stopped for just a moment as they brought their hands onto his face bringing him in just enough for their lips to connect. “That son of a bitch will meet my wrath for hurting my favorite person.” They state once they part as Daryl instinctively brought them close when the firing started back up for a temporary moment.

As the first battle comes to an end, Daryl kept Y/N close until they were alone for the night. Y/N brought Daryl into their home bringing him into their arms protectively crushing them in their grasp.

“I’m not going anywhere sunshine”

“Please don’t ever”

Daryl straightened up while holding them in his arms returning the same amount of bone crushing protectiveness in their hug. He hid his face in the crook of their neck trying to get as close as humanely possible.

They were never going to let go of the other

Daryl sat alone for a moment at the fountain that carried metal placards that bore the names of those they’ve lost. He needed to go back to Y/N and talk it more thoroughly instead of the heated argument they had that lead to them pulling themselves away from a supposedly happy reunion as a whole group.

‘You look lost’ Connie signs to Daryl as he didn’t sign back immediately, all he did was look back down at his feet. She sighs audibly to get his attention as she brought herself to sit with him. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Y/N is upset’

‘Why?’

‘I’m leaving. To help find Rick’ Daryl has told Connie some time ago about the bridge fire and the time before their group joined Daryl’s. So she knows about the recent news. ‘I don’t know why they’re so upset with me’

‘Because you left before. Refused to come back. Fell in bed with another. Had a life you envisioned with Y/N, with the wrong person. Then expected everything to go back to how it was and that blew up in your face’ Connie was hitting him hard with everything. ‘The two of you separated but you have pieces of each other still embedded in your heart and your soul…that you will always be drawn back. But separating after all this healing, regardless that your romantic relationship is no longer there…they will miss you and don’t want to lose you forever’

Daryl knew what he had to tell them before he gets on his bike and goes to who knows where…and he was thankful for this moment. As was Y/N for theirs with Aaron.

Which led them watching Daryl saying his goodbyes to the kids and to Ezekiel, thanking him for keeping an eye on the two knowing Carol will also be there for them. Y/N kept their distance until they were ready for their turn but also to not cry in front of the man.

“You be safe, okay?” Carol smiles fixing the poncho on her best friend as Daryl nods giving her a smile before turning his attention toward Y/N. “You two will be together again. In this lifetime or another. Who knows”

“Keep an eye on them for me?”

“They can handle themselves. We know this, but I promise if it calms your nerves”

“I just want them to be safe” Daryl tells Carol in the softest tone he’s ever been as he waited for Ezekiel to finish talking with Y/N before making his way to them.

You know they will

As they want you to be as well

The two didn’t say a word yet, even when they were a foot apart from one another. Then Daryl quickly looked them in the eye when he heard them sniffling as that lead them to finally make eye contact with him.

“I hate you for doing this”

“That’s okay”

“You’re very important to me, D. I won’t forgive you if you didn’t come back”

Daryl felt that uncomfortable yet familiar weight return to his chest but when Y/N brought themselves close, wrapping their arms around him. That weight disappeared as he brought his arms around them. Using that old force of his protectiveness he had with them knowing he won’t be able to hold them for a long time.

“…I really hate you for doing this. But we fought too much in the past about this” They whisper keeping their grasp on him as if he’d disappear when they part. “Just please tell me…you will come back”

“I will, and not alone”

It was time, whatever that may be. The light was still shining bright upon the two as they parted from the other. Daryl looks them dead in the eye and don’t give it a second thought before saying…

“I love you”

I love you too D “I know” Y/N smiles warmly feeling Daryl gently hold their face planting a kiss on their forehead before getting onto his bike.

The archer sat there a moment glancing back to Y/N who stood there with a smile on their face as he was waiting for something. Something that never escaped their person even when he remained still for just a moment longer.

Then as he started his bike and started to drive away from the new Commonwealth that they both helped rebuild for a year. Y/N felt themselves fall apart as they watched him fade into the distance…

“You’re my person yknow that? You will always be my person”

“Even when my heart belongs to you?”

“You can be hate me till the end of time, but I know I will always go to you regardless”

And strangers again…

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Your avatar!grace headcanons made my heart so happy ugh I miss her and wish she could be part of the story still. She’d use Jakes kids to bully him constantly I just know it. When you mentioned the part about Grace knowing Spider is stressed because Quaritch is trying to get him back do you have any headcanons for if Quaritch kidnapped him like in the movie?

I feel like the moment Spider was taken she would realize there was no way to get him back and it would kill her inside and she’d feel mass amounts of guilt about not being fast enough or strong enough to get him.

Also do you think she’d be more like Jake or Neytiri when it came to the decision of leaving the forest? I imagine she’d be a mix of both especially because she has Kiri still to protect but Spider was taken so she wouldn’t want to leave him behind but she knows she has to protect the child she still has right in front of her.

My angst meter is going off. Thank you so much for asking me this so I have an excuse to write angst 😭 click "read more/keep reading" for angst!

Grace wasn't spiritual before Eywa saved her, but she is now (still likes science and wants to understand Pandora in a scientific way) and Kiri inherited that from her (so Kiri still has that connection to Eywa as we see in the film). Grace understands that she won't be able to get the answers she wants out of studying the flora and fauna of the world. She knows that some things will remain a mystery, and I would like to believe Mo'at would be the one to tell her, "Eywa sometimes does not provide the answers. She is mischievous as well as merciful. She wants to keep you guessing, hungry, for more answers."

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that when Spider is captured by Quaritch, Grace feels helpless. She's not a warrior, so she couldn't do anything to stop her adopted son from being taken. The only thing she can do is pray. Pray to Eywa.

"Please protect him. Protect my boy. You may not be able to sense Quaritch in his new body, but you can sense Spider. I know you can. Protect him, please, if you are all powerful. He is more your child than either Jake or me. Spider was born here, raised here, and loves everything you have given him and expects nothing in return. He is more Na'vi than me, but he's forever cursed in the body he was given. Just-- please keep him safe. And if you have any influence over Quaritch, give him a gentle soul. At least make sure that the sonovabitch treats his son gently. If he is to be his father from here on out, please help him See Spider through my eyes."

She doesn't want to leave the forest. She tells Jake as such, "We can do good here. We can make our stand HERE. We can help find my son HERE."

Technically, Jake can't force her to go with. Since she's alive, he never adopted Kiri. But she grew up alongside his kids. She was raised beside Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Tuk like they were her siblings. So was Spider. Jake wants them all to stick together. "Sullys stick together."

That card doesn't work on Grace, so he takes a different approach. He plays the Sylwanin card. He plays the Hometree card and Tsu'tey card. Grace's attachment to those lost souls is what tugs at her heart strings. Jake knows that Grace blames the humans for the deaths of her brightest students, children she misses dearly. Jake reasons with her. He says that all of that will happen again if they stay. If the Sky People come after them, then the Omaitkaya will die. Anyone who harbors Jake and his family will died, and Grace will be forced to live through that guilt and pain again.

And, let's remind everyone loud and clear. Spider is her boy, but so is Jake. Jake was her first boy and she may be hard on him and pushes him around and uses his kids against him, but she can never stay mad at Jake and can usually never say no to him.

So anon, you're 100% right. Grace sees both Jake's and Neytiri's point and it's a constant battle in her head and in her heart.

She's forced to say goodbye to Mo'at and all of her students, little kids who cry as she leaves with Kiri and the Sullys. They cling to her and her daughter, calling them 'sister' and 'mother' in both Na'vi and English because Grace is such a good teacher. It only makes her feel worse. Not only is she leaving her boy behind to keep her daughter safe, but she's leaving the rest of her children as well.

Neytiri is holding Tuk's hand in one and Grace's hand in the other. All three are crying. Grace doesn't have an ikran, so she flies with Kiri.

So I know I mentioned wanting to see Grace on a skimwing. But for some reason, I don't see her riding an ikran. Like I said, Grace wasn't a warrior before Spider was taken (therefore, she couldn't save him). She was still a scientist at heart and just wanted to figure out how things work. I think once Spider is taken, things change. Yes, she still loves trying to figure out how things work, but now she's motivated to do more. To be more.

She starts training alongside the Metkayina. She learns to hold her breath, learn the sign language, and especially learn how to hunt. She tames a skimwing the first time, determination flowing through their bond. The skimwing she chose to ride knows that she's motivated to one day go after the man who took her son and that skimwing is all for it. It respects her immediately and pushes her to be better at riding.

She's not going to be helpless the next time her children need her roams around.

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I'm making this a whole new tag and putting it in my official masterlist! So keep leaving requests, discussions, and asks in my ask box! My masterlist is the top pinned post and the tag for this whole au is #avatar!grace lives au

[thepenultimateword]

Claws and Fangs

The werewolf stretched across the large bearskin rug, the half-moon's pale light draped ethereal across their shoulders. The last several hours had been spent in lazy quiet, the fire in the hearth filling the empty room with warmth and light crackling.

The werewolf hated it.

At the other end of the house, the front door creaked open, jolting them upright with twitching ears and crazed intent. The rug skidded out from their feet as they pushed off down the hall. Even in their human form, they were always dominated by the feral instinct of their condition.

"Fangs!" the werewolf cried, bowling their lover into the entryway table before the vampire could even finish removing their earrings.

"Hey! Hey!" the vampire cried, shoving them back while simultaneously chuckling at the nips and kisses the werewolf littered their face and head with. "Give me some space to breath."

The werewolf reluctantly undraped themselves from the vampires shoulders and stepped a few inches back. "You were gone for ages."

The vampire finished undoing their second earring--a ruby drop on a long gold chain that reached to a cuff on the rim of their ear--and dropped it into the overstuffed jewelry bowl on the tabletop. "Clan gatherings are rather hard to put together when we live so spread apart, so they tend to go long. No one wants to say goodbye first. It's sort of like you're pack."

The werewolf winced.

Sure. Sure, it was like a pack. The werewolf may have never met the vampire's family, but they didn't need to see how close-knit they were to know it was nothing alike. If it were, the vampire wouldn't be here. Or well...perhaps they would, considering, but...well, still. They all lived so separate.

"What?" The vampire's slender index finger traced the furrow in their brow.

"I left my pack. For you."

The vampire's face immediately twisted up in confusion and something akin to defensiveness, amber eyes flashing, teeth just poking out from their under lips. "And?"

"I'm just saying..."

What were they saying? Of course, the vampire should be allowed to visit their family. Did the werewolf want them not to because they were jealous? That was a horribly selfish thing to wish. It wasn't as if they'd been forced to leave their own family. They made a choice.

They just wished they'd known beforehand how it would feel when they left. Like having something amputated--or being something amputated, a mere limb of a bigger whole, useless without the rest of them attached.

It was worse that the vampire's house was so big and solitary and far away from everything. Whenever they left, the werewolf felt like they might go insane from the quiet. That is if the soul-crushing loneliness didn't get them first.

No. Stop it. Their lover was back now; they shouldn't be thinking about this. They should be happy to see them, not upset that they left them behind in the first place.

The vampire raised their brows as the werewolf trailed off. "You're saying...?"

"Maybe you should bring me."

The vampire's breath hitched in their throat. "What?"

The werewolf wasn't exactly sure what that tone meant. Surprise? Offense? Was there a rule against inviting werewolves to inner family gatherings? In any case, they found themselves blabbering a retort.

"I'm with you, so that makes me technically part of the clan. That's how it would work in the pack at least. So, I definitely should be going to clan reunions with you from now on. I mean, I think it would be better that way. I haven't even met your family yet. You sort of met mine; it's not fair if I don't meet yours."

"I don't think that's a good idea," [Vampire] grimaced.

"Because I'm a werewolf...?"

"Because of lots of reasons. Look, I love them, but they're not always great. Why do you even want to meet them? Haven't we been fine on our own?"

"I'm a werewolf without a pack," they said bluntly. "I'm not fine."

The vampire's intense gaze fixed on them, really fixed on them. Maybe it was a vampire thing, but whenever they did that, it made Werewolf's skin crawl, like needles prickling from the inside out instead of from the outside in. They must really be thinking about this. They quickly regretted their statement; the vampire had done a lot for them. It really would be selfish to ask for more.

Suddenly, the vampire scooped them into a bridal carry, evoking a sharp yelp from the werewolf's throat. Despite the werewolf being the bulkier one in the relationship, the vampire was never remiss to remind them who was stronger physically. Luckily the werewolf liked being babied.

"Alright," the vampire said. "If it means that much, you can come."

The werewolf yipped, craning their neck to snuggle beneath the Vampire's chin. They must have snuggled a little too hard though because the vampire groaned softly through their teeth as their mouth was forcefully snapped shut. Instead of letting them back down though, they simply grumbled the next piece of news through the spaces in their molars.

"Since a few of the clan are sticking around a while, the next reunion is in two weeks. I've been pressed to spend an entire weekend. I originally said no so as to not leave you alone, but if you're coming along..."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" The werewolf couldn't control their excited squirming. If it was the time of the month for a tail, it would be wagging. "I'll be super polite and impressive! Thank you!"

"It's really not that exciting though." They had to readjust the werewolf in their arms to keep them from slipping, also taking the opportunity to tip them back and look directly into their eyes. “I don't want you to be disappointed when it turns out to be a bunch of stuffy old people hanging out."

The werewolf tried not to fall into a drooling daze as they stared into their lover’s hypnotic gaze. They weren’t sure if it was the vampire part or the being totally smitten part, but somehow they were always losing themselves in that molten amber stare.

“You’re only a little stuffy.”

“Oh, really?” The vampire grinned exposing the full glory of his elongated fangs. “Well, you’re only a little chaotic.”

“Only a little? I better step up my game.”

“Don’t push your luck, Claws.”

The vampire nuzzled their face, fangs skimming down their cheek before pressing their mouth with a gentle kiss.

***

The werewolf’s suitcase was nearly packed to overflowing. Mostly because the vampire had stuffed it with about a dozen different changes of clothes that they'd never even seen before, let alone worn.

"Dinner, tea, eveningwear, nightwear," they verbally labeled as they laid out each clothing set.

"What's this?" the werewolf said, picking at a silken charcoal suit complete with an emerald floral vest and tie. The thread making up the design was colored a glimmering gold--or was that real? The werewolf really wouldn’t put it past them.

"Dress clothes. In case we do something fancy."

"Is doing something fancy, likely?"

They already weren't liking the look of that tie. They bet that gold thread was scratchy.

"60/40."

Ok, too much of a chance to convince Vampire it was unnecessary, but perhaps there were other ways to make them ditch it.

“And it’d really matter what I wear? You really change clothes this much when you visit?”

The vampire blinked at them as if they’d just said they planned to walk around the whole visit in the nude.

“Yes.”

“Ok, ok.” The werewolf held their hands up defensively. “I’ll wear the suit.”

And so here they were, a little after 6 o’ clock, hefting their overly large bag into the back of the vampire’s sleek black car. The sun had gone down a little less than an hour ago, and though the windows in the car were all tinted dark to keep out the terrible, deadly blaze of the sun, the vampire still always preferred to drive at night.

"Claws!" the vampire called as they hesitated by the trunk of the car, deciding whether this was actually a terrible idea. They really only had experience with the one vampire. What if this wasn't a cure to their loneliness but a bigger assurance that they were making a mistake?

"Claws!"

The werewolf jolted, quickly slamming the trunk closed and sliding into the passenger seat. "Sorry."

"You ok?"

"Mm. Just nervous."

The vampire laughed lightly, something between amused and nervous. "I'd say don't be but..." They shifted the gear into drive and began the long winding descent from their villa. "Maybe it is best if your guard is a little up this weekend."

The werewolf tipped their head. "You think they're going to hurt me?"

"Physically? No. Emotionally? Well...that depends."

"On what?"

"On how they take it."

"Take what?"

The vampire briefly took their eyes off the leaf-blanketed drive to nod in their direction.

It struck the werewolf like a bag of rocks.

"Wait. You haven't told them about me?"

"I have. Just not...details."

"So my species...?"

"Never came up."

"Ugh!" A low growl vibrated in the werewolf's throat, and they slammed their fists on their knees. "I can't believe you!"

"It wasn't exactly easy to bring up."

"'I'm seeing a lycanthrope.' There. That easy."

The vampire's gloved hands creaked on the steering wheel, amber eyes pinned straight ahead. "You obviously don't understand what it's like for me."

"I told mine."

They weren't certain whether it was meant as an argument or a comfort. Certainly, they understood more than anyone else what it was like to confront one's family with such irregular news. There were reasons vampires and werewolves typically kept to their own kinds. The reaction to their sudden declaration of love hadn't exactly been smooth, but it had been a relief. Having everything in the open was easier than holding their feelings, heavy and secret, to their chest.

"That's different. They weren't actually your family."

The werewolf went rigid. Such a response didn't even merit a growl.

The vampire pressed their toe to the break, coming to a stop in the middle of the pitch black road. Their eyes glinted in the dark as they turned to face them.

"That came out wrong. What I meant was, you weren't born into your family, you were chosen. The expectations are different."

"They expect me to be happy," the werewolf challenged. "Don't yours?"

The vampire sighed deeply, slowly revving the car back up to the speed limit. "It's not that simple."

The werewolf thunked their forehead softly against the passenger window, squinting out at the shapes of trees and bushes. They hated the distinct implication in the air that the vampire had decided they just couldn't understand. And maybe they couldn't. Wasn't it that simple? If someone loved you, they wanted you to be happy. Right? Sure, nothing was perfect, but the foundation was there.

They huffed, their breath clouding up the glass, and closed their eyes, concentrating on the soft hum of the engine and the whir of passing road instead of whether they may have made a mistake.

They must have dozed off because the next time they opened their eyes, they were approaching an enormous black castle, crooked spires stretching toward the wide, haloed moon. Why were vampires so pretentious?

"This is your parent's house?" the werewolf mumbled with a large yawn.

The vampire jolted a little at the sound of their voice before putting out a hand to squeeze their arm, an acknowledgment and an apology wrapped in one. "Summer home. We came all the time as children, but now it's just for reunions."

"Are all vampire families obscenely rich, or is that just a you thing?"

"Shut up," the vampire chuckled, parking along the side of the drive behind three or four other ridiculously pretty vehicles. "You don't live this long without getting some perks."

They popped the door and the werewolf followed them around to the back of the car, stretching their long limbs with each step.

"So how are we doing this? Am I carrying you over the threshold? Go in side by side? A little behind me?"

"Definitely the first one," the werewolf said, accepting their bag. "I don't know, doesn't really matter I guess. They do know I'm coming, right?"

"Yeees."

"Only checking. I guess we could, like, link arms or something?"

"Or just hold hands?"

The werewolf blushed a little. "Yes, that would...be more natural."

"We can link arms if you want."

"No."

"Come on, it wasn't a bad idea."

"No, it's silly."

"It's not silly. Let's do it. "

"I don't want to--"

"It's ok, I just wasn't imagining it right, but if you want--"

"Fine!" The werewolf abruptly hugged the vampire's arm. "How's this?"

The vampire's breath hitched, and when their voice came out it was soft. "It's nice."

The werewolf nodded curtly, making their grip a little tighter as they turned toward the entrance steps. It was suddenly hitting them that they were walking straight into a vampire den. Their original prejudices and anxieties about vampires had been mostly eradicated, but even the most open-minded person would wonder at the wisdom of entering a house full of immortals with the power to crush your skull like an eggshell. Especially when those immortals habitually drank the blood of mortals like them to live.

The vampire placed their hand over the werewolf's knuckles as they approached the double door, cold thumb stroking lightly across the back of their hand. This was fine. They wanted this. They were getting another family. It was fine. Everything was fi--

One of the great wooden doors swung open.

...

I'm sorry to cut this off right at the good part, but this was getting super long and I have no idea when I'll reach another good stopping point. So stay tuned for the family meeting in part two. Also deciding whether to actively call them Claws and Fangs 😂 obviously not their real names but maybe they could acknowledge each other that way. I dunno.

Part Two

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[princesspastel8]

Chapter 67

Third POV

It's been a week. An eventful one. Slenderman has tried to find Eboni's good side, better understand that girl- but she wasn't & wouldn't make it easy. Both of them know that he's trying this hard to find a way to manipulate her into his control - and they both know that'll never happen with Jeff glued to her side.

To say he's become more overprotective would be an understatement, not that Eboni minds. He doesn't allow her to leave his sight longer than one minute. It's now become a habit for him to count down if he feels she's been gone for too long. The way he's grown so attached is also scaring the smiling killer. He doesn't believe in superstations, despite witnessing many things of the supernatural.

But the thought of Eboni suffering the same fate as her mother because Zalgo threw a temper tantrum scares him. He thought he lost her once, he can't bare losing her again. These thoughts of worry aren't voiced, however. Jeff understands the need for revenge - it wasn't until he met Eboni. The killer has always lived his new life with no regrets, except for the deal with slenderman. Besides that, he has been content with life- killing or beating anyone he held a grudge against or tried to cross him. So, who is he to stop his girl from seeking much needed revenge for the parents that actually loved her.

"What's on your mind?" Eboni asks, taking the brush and adding more black permanent dye to his roots.

The two are currently in Jeff's bathroom. The killer is sitting on a stool facing the mirror while Eboni stands over him, glancing at him from the mirror. Jeff does the same, glancing up at her. "That fucking witch." He sighs, irritated.

That's half true. Luna has been lingering in the back of his mind for awhile. I hated how swift she was in almost turning his girl against him and how she almost succeeded. Sure, he knew he would win. He had other methods that'd succeed in a win- methods that aren't humane, not that he'd care. Jeff would do anything to keep Eboni his.

She sighs, leaning down to kiss his cheek and then neck. "I need information on Zalgo, Daddy."

"I know, princess....its just -"

"Shhh... I know. I know." She whispers to him, pampering him with loving kisses all over his face. "Nothing is gonna happen to me, as long as I'm next to you - remember?"

Jeff can't stop his body from relaxing into her affection. This girl really has a hold on him. "Yeah, whatever - just.. get back to work."

Eboni rolls her eyes, giggling. "Yes, Jeff."

She finishes brushing the black dye all over his hair. She places it into a messy bun so it wouldn't stain his neck & face. "Alright. Let this sit for forty-five minutes, then I'll wash it out. Now, you hungry?", she asks while taking off her plastic gloves.

Jeff stands, stretching a bit. He grins, leaning down to kiss her. "You know I'm always up for your cooking."

The two leave his bathroom and room, smile dog following behind. On the way to the kitchen, a few proxies give them odd looks but shrug it off. Most have gotten used to Eboni, wanting to start a conversation with her- but Jeff won't let anyone come near her. Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Sally, and BEN being the only exceptions.

The two make it to the living room, greeted by Luna, Iris, Toby, and Hoodie. The two girls look at Eboni and make a b-line towards her. Luna pulls the girl into a tight embrace, Iris joining in. The sudden affection makes Eboni tense.

"Oh goodness....you're alright.." Luna whispers.

"Uh... yeah? Why wouldn't I be alright?" Eboni questions, wiggling out of their suffocating embrace.

"W-We saw the news....there's a h-huge manhunt a-after you.." Iris stutters.

Eboni grins as she walks back to Jeff's side. "Really? Well, isn't that great?!"

"....so you really did kill them? Luna questions, disappointment in her eyes.

"Of course I did! Those pieces of shit deserved it. But I had help." Eboni shrugs, pointing to BEN & Jeff. "The 'Brown' family name will die with me. They deserve their fate for what they did to my parents!"

"Murder is never the answer! I tried to warn you, Eboni, but this path will only lead to your death!"

"Yeah...yeah- not gonna happen if your father's curse words don't come to pass."

Luna stood their stunned, eyes widening in horror. "No...no no no no no..." she whispers, now pacing. "To fast...this is all happening too fast..." she mutters.

Eboni raises a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. "What's happening too fast?"

"Eboni....that vision I saw when we first met has been turning into dreams.."

"What kind of dreams?"

"You know Zalgo is my father, I'm connected to him whether I want to be or not. I have visions of all new people I encounter, but they only turn to dreams when my father has some sort of involvement. When...I was trying to keep you away from Jeff, I had a dream - him cursing your life. Now, a week into the new year and this...Eboni, you are going to die. You can't escape death."

Eboni wasn't taking this seriously. She won't become her mother, she isn't like her mother. But Jeff, for once, he isn't taking this lightly - though he's not showing his worry. Jeff the killer is anxious. How can he keep his girl safe when even Zalgo's daughter is accepting Eboni's fate?

She sighs heavily, shaking her head. "Look, I don't want to hear anymore of this shit. I wanted to talk about your shitty dad. Everyone is tired of him. Everyone wants him dead. You have to be planning something, years in the making, maybe? You have to have found some type of weakness." Eboni rants on, growing irritable.

Luna turns to Eboni, shaking her head. "You aren't planning to...take him down- right?" She questions hesitantly.

"Wrong! The fucker was the key to my life being complete shit. So I wanna-"

"No... NO! You can't!"

Jeff doesn't appreciate this witch raising her voice at Eboni, so he steps forward but Eboni turns to place her hand on his chest at the same time Toby stands to place his hands on Luna's shoulders. Both opposite parties calm down, looking at their partners with frustration.

"You aren't strong enough. Neither of you are." Eboni sighs, referring to Iris.

"Eboni listen-"

"Slenderman isn't either. So he set out to create an army strong enough to take that demon king down. That's when Zalgo decided to make offspring. Tick for tack, right?"

"Y-You know n-nothing!"

"She knows enough ticker." Jeff challenged, "I get so much slack cause I refuse to be a mindless slave like the rest of you." He snaps.

At this point, Toby & Jeff begin to bicker back and forth - defending their partner while Luna & Eboni share a staring match - waiting for the other to break. Luna has secrets, many that she only trusts Toby with - but Eboni is relentless much like Jeff, a trait she's always had before encountering the smiling killer. The girl won't let up, not until that grotesque demon is knocked back into hell.

"I am strong enough..." Luna whispers, but this statement is enough to put the killers' bickering on pause.

"Wh-What? But Luna you -"

"It was the lie." She said softly to him with a smile. "A lie to protect the ones I care so deeply about..."

Toby eyes show a hint of hurt, but he tucks it away- pulling away from Luna, and moves to lean against the wall, waiting for her to continue her explanation. They'll have a conversation later anyway, that much he deserves.

Luna takes in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. "I knew I was stronger than him the day he...th-the day he took my mother's life, but I was too young to understand the power I possess. It's the power I never wanted anyway. Zalgo knew this and, in turn, used my trauma filled state and took every means to break me mentally in order to control me. It worked, but Iris came into the picture. I started to rebel, wanting to protect her from the same fate I was forced to endure. But her mother is nothing like mine. She's cruel, heartless, and power as well."

At this point, Iris begins to cry a bit. The thought of her mother always makes her cry. Hoodie quickly moves Iris onto his lap, rubbing his hand up and down her back for comfort.

"That woman didn't care what Zalgo did to Iris, but I did. He tried to kill her and take her soul in a ritual, but I stopped it. I... made a deal with him."

"Which was?" Eboni questions, empathy lacking in her tone.

"I give my will to him..in exchange for Iris life. He accepted. I became his slave, doing what he asked no matter how heinous...h-how disgusting...I do it, to keep my sister alive. But he failed to understand that all deals have loopholes."

Eboni grew intrigued, wanting to know more - needing to know more. She isn't well versed in the supernatural, after all. "Elaborate."

"The deal was to take my will, but no set time was named. I never agreed to be his slave forever, and he never bothered to have my powers limited. So I took time to grow and practice my craft - though I had the power to end him, my body wasn't big enough to use it to its capacity. But now? - I want to kill him. I've wanted him dead since the moment he killed my mother."

"So what's stopping you? Why haven't you done it now? Why keep that fucker breathing!?" Eboni presses.

"He has an army of his own."

"Army? What kind? Thought that fucker works alone most of the time." Jeff said, now in the kitchen to grab himself some Jack Daniel's.

"My father is a copy cat, always had been. He tried making his own proxy army, but they grew unruly, or he'd become impatient and kill them. He had two children, and it still didn't make a difference. Slenderman was right to send most of you after this new growing gang - the same gang Taylor became a part of."

Just the sound of her name is enough to make both Eboni & Jeff eyes twitch. "....what?"

"He's pulling the strings, using the leader as a puppet - the face of it all you could say."

"And how did you figure that out?"

"Taylor told me. Came to my house two days after Christmas, covered in blood. She killed her mother and needed a place to stay. She...told Iris & I everything, but left the next day with Masky. I haven't seen her sense."

Eboni wants to ask if Luna still think she made up Taylor being the one that shot Jeff, but seeing how the witch took her in after everything she's done- her heart still cares for the back stabbing blonde.

"Mhm...so what now? Kill all the members then go for the big man?"

"It's not as simple as you put it, Eboni." Luna sighs, pitching the bridge of her nose.

"I don't mind getting more blood on my hands if it means killing that bastard. We have enough fire power so -"

"But we are missing key players that would make this operation a success."

Neither Eboni nor Jeff favors what Luna is implying. Neither of him can stand being in the presence of Taylor, let alone Masky. The thought of having to work together makes them sick to their stomach. She shakes her head, clenching her fist.

"The fuck do we need that blonde bimbo for?" Jeff said first, Eboni following afterwards.

"What use could she possibly be. That bitch is a jealous coward!"

Luna doesn't deny Eboni words but answers both questions. "She's the only one that can draw a clear map of their hideout. They have guns, so many of them. We can't go in their blind, so we have to sneak in - catch them off guard."

"Mhm...ugh.."

Eboni hates to admit it, but that's a solid point. No one can dodge a bullet - maybe Luna and Iris, but no one else. A sneak attack is the best option. The girl is about to ask a few more questions, but the front door opens - relieving the faceless creature.

At the sight of Luna, his faceless face tenses up into a look of rage tendrils flying out of his back and aimed directly at the blue witch who doesn't even flinch. Toby is quick to move in front of her, reaching for his hatchets mounted onto his back.

"What is SHE doing in my domain, Tobias!?"

Toby, being addressed by his real name, causes the male to freeze his movements, eyeing Slenderman in hesitation. He opens his shaky lips to speak, but Luna quickly answers.

"I'm here to offer you a proposition."

"And what could I possibly require from the spawn of Zalgo!?"

"A way to finally end him once and for all."

[iameliseposts]

Away From Home - Lucifer x MC

So I found this in my docs and I thought I’d post it! I wrote this years ago when I started playing Obey Me and completely forgot about it. I’m a Lucifer simp after all~ I hope you enjoy!

Imagine being in the human world just waiting. You know this wasn't home, so why stay. Why are you here? You don't belong here. No one wants you here. Your friends might, but who were they anymore? You knew you couldn't care for friends when your family was so far away. They were far away.

You held your D.D.D. in your hand. Texts came through, making a little ding every couple of seconds. It felt comforting knowing they still cared, and how could they not? They loved you no matter what.

Leaving was painful. A place that people fear and yet, you made it a home. Not just to you, to the people who lived there as well. It's why it was ever so painful. You had to leave them to pursue a life here. You had to leave him. You can still remember that last night you had there. If time could ever stop, you wish it would rest there. The way you both snuck back in Lucifer’s room. The way his hands cupped your face. The way you both slept peacefully without a care in the world. You longed for home and somehow longed for Lucifer even more.

You missed shopping with Asmo and gaming with Levi, you truly did. However, nothing can make you feel the way you did that one night. And while being in the human world, away from them, it's something that would never occur.

Now, imagine a demon pacing in his study. Paperwork pilled on his desk that never seems to end. Seems impossible, hmm? The Avatar of Pride would never let anything distract him from his duty. Yet, the only thing on his mind was the human, his human.

That night was fresh on his mind, turning the past events over and over again in his head. The night he claimed you. The night agreed to bear his pact. So then why did he feel like you were the one who owned him? From body to mind to soul, you've already taken those from the pact and since that night you have stolen his heart.

Lucifer smirked at the thought. Its no wonder Mammon is so attached to you. You've managed to take everything from Lucifer, not leaving anything behind. What a greedy soul you must have. The smirk left his face as he let out a sigh. To keep it simple, he missed you. Everyone did, he wasn't special in that aspect and yet, he felt special while think about that final night. After all, he was the Avatar of Pride. And as such, he can't spend all his time thinking about you.

However, he just can't bring himself to concentrate. He stared at his door, hoping you would waltz on in, demanding that he would spend time with you. Once he realizes it wouldn't occur, he ran out of the room to Diavolo's Castle. It was time to swallow his pride or you might never be back home.

[evilsoup]

Moral Orel is insanely good. It's so good that it's hard to write about; what's really good is the series taken as a whole, such that I'd need to write a whole big essay to really get at it (may do this at some point). It starts off as a standard edgy Adult Swim black comedy cartoon in which there's a combination of absurdity with some realistic psychological harm, but there's a point about halfway through the second series at which it stops being a comedy.

There's an effect that I associate with certain novels, in which the reader gets a 360-degree view of a social world. There is not much television that gets into this territory -- the wire attempts it on a larger scale. Moral Orel has a more modest in scope -- a small town, with a special focus on one family, rather than the city of Baltimore -- but this limitation lets it really drill down into the lives of its subjects.

It's easy to create sympathy for a child who is being abused. To create sympathy for the abuser is harder. To create that sympathy for the abuser without ever minimising the wrongness or severity of the abuse they are perpetrating is a genuine artistic achievement.

In the opening of every episode the viewer is put into the position of God, and what we see in the third season of this show is some approximation of a God's-eye view, unbound by time or subjectively. Orel wonders why his his parents, who hate each other, got married, and so we find out; we see the cold childhood his father lived through; we see the home life of the school bully; we see the desperation of the useless priest; and so on.

(There is a theological implication to all this, one that directly challenges the Evangelical vision of God all the characters believe in: any being that could know the harm, the fractured narratives of love, the cowardice and weakness and conformity that sit behind the perpetration of evil could not possibly want to consign the evil to hell -- not if he were truly the being in whose image human beings were made.)

Overall it's a depiction of an entire fucked-up community. It's bleak and, fuck me: content warnings for everything that you'd want content warnings for. But also...

I find the invocation of family and love to generally be boring, because it's obvious that there things will never be allowed to fail. Both of them fail in fundamental ways within Moral Orel. It's bleak, but this means that the few times that family, love, even basic decency win out even partially and incompletely, these things have meaning.

It was cancelled halfway through the third season. There's a flash-forward attached to the end of the last episode assuring us that things turn out ok in the end; this is unsatisfying, but telling -- the creators of the show must have fallen in love with the protagonist, Orel, such that it was intolerable to leave him in the depths of doubt and despair. I think anyone watching the show would have to feel the same. I love this little guy!

[fantasyinvader]

Shit, I feel like an idiot.

We talk a lot here about Nirvana, the three poisons, the animal path and how this all relates to Three Houses. The three poisons are represented by three animals: pig (delusion/ignorance), rooster (greed/attachment), snake (hatred). It’s easy to tie the last two to Edelgard, leader of the Black Eagles Class who works with TWSITD, but connecting her to a pig? Outside of how I used to jokingly call her Piglet, correlating her to Xi Jinping and how Winnie the Pooh is used to mock him, I came up with nothing.

But then Ferdinand’s line after Gronder in Verdant Wind hit me. He compares Edelgard running amuck to Dimitri, the BOAR prince.

Ferdinand: No. If a leader's emotions overcome them, others must step in to prevent poor decision-making. Why did his followers not intervene? His attendants? I used to call Edelgard my leader, and now she is running amok. I am duty-bound to stop her.

That’s the link, that Edelgard is running around like someone whose emotions are out of control. Dimitri’s state of mind is destructive, which goes with moha and further ties him to the pig. That’s Dimitri’s poison/flame, he’s too emotional and it’s cleansed by wisdom and insight (amoha). Just check what Ferdinand says if Dimitri lives through Gronder.

Ferdinand: If he can make thoughtful decisions, unswayed by his emotions, he may make a fine king someday.

Byleth: Kings can’t have feelings?

Ferdinand: No, they cannot. Kingly judgment has to be wholly separate from the emotions of the individual.

But then, how does Claude fit into this? This one’s a little trickier. Dragons are in the Chinese zodiac, representing Enlightenment, but that’s because the Chinese didn’t have the same concept of a “greater serpent” as Indians. They used dragons to fill in the gap. Claude is a Wyvern-rider, wyvern’s being a lesser dragon whose forearms serve as wings rather than having four-limbs in addition to a set of wings. So while greater serpent = dragon, wyvern/lesser dragon = serpent.

Claude’s poison isn’t his ignorance of Fodlan, it’s hatred. His hatred for the Church of Seiros and Rhea, believing them to be the root cause of Fodlan’s problems and why he’s seen as an outsider. Suddenly, a few things make sense. Claude’s actions in Silver Snow, he uses the Church in order to secure the Great Bridge so he can march on the Empire, and when he gets his ass kicked and according to Word of God leaves Fodlan he lets the Alliance go to rot rather than hand it over to the Church. Compare this to him handing the Alliance over to Dimitri before leaving in Azure Moon. He’s not willing to support the Church or ask them for aid in Flower either. HOPES!

It’s only though Claude letting go of his hatred, getting Rhea’s side of the story and fucking emphasizing with her that he becomes the hero. Loving-kindness is what he needs.

So, does that mean Edelgard is the rooster due to her Black Eagles connection, and her sin is attachment? No. It doesn’t, as the Japanese script makes Flower out to be the animal path. She represents ALL three flames. Hatred, attachment, ignorance.  Leader of the Black Eagle Strike Force with feathers on her armor, corrupted by TWSITD to the point she’s associated with the Devil Arcana which also suggests she becomes like them, and running amuck like the Boar Prince. All three poisons, and she's the one robbing people of their humanity in order to create "war assets."

Overcoming attachment is the Silver Snow route, where Byleth doesn’t let that attachment cloud their judgement. Not only that, the remedy for attachment is meant to be generosity. We got the Eagles leaving their homes and families behind rather than serve Edelgard, Ferdinand and Dorothea helping those close to them flee the Empire, Caspar and Petra fighting back against the Empire, and Dorothea travels Fodlan helping people. They stop being the Black Eagles, they leave the animal path behind, and instead fight as part of the Resistance army. They remain spiritually human, just like Byleth does.

[mechformers]

What is spider life liked growing up with adopted mama Navi reader?

Hello! Hiiii! Hulu, Kitty!

I am so happy that you sent this ask. How Spider's life has been with his mama has been the red line throughout Ma Miles and I'm so happy that someone finally asked about it! We're actually going to look back on some memories in chapter 19 from when the reader first adopted Spider, which may have been earlier than most of you believe it to have been.

Anyway, from the beginning, the reader was drawn to Spider. The two could most often be found together, Spider attached to the reader's chest, while she helped with the orphans after the end of the war. Leaving Spider behind at night was becoming harder and harder until it just didn't work anymore. Spider is attached, the reader is attached and so, one night in utter exhaustion, it just happens that the reader falls asleep with him in her kelku (home). Norm, of course, (because bless his soul) notices, but who is he to stop the will of Eywa?

And so begins Spider's best life! Of course, he's still different from the other kids, but so are Lo'ak and Kiri. Together, they quickly form a tightly knit toddler rat pack, which again brings the reader closer to the Olo'eyktan and his family as their kids are inseparable. The learning curve is pretty steep as Spider's bones most definitely weren't reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber lol He's more helpless the first few years than Na'vi children, and oh my god, his teeth are falling out! Mo'at!!!!! Trust me, there were a lot of things the reader had to learn about to give Spider the best life she could. Norm was a huge help and together with Mo'at, they made a pretty great team whenever the reader needed help.

The reader always made sure that he got an answer to all his questions, even the ones about his father and mother (which luckily for her were few and far between). She comforted him on the days when being different was extra difficult and she made him feel confident in who he was. Spider knew, without a doubt in his mind, that he was loved and that if anything happened to him, he would be greatly missed. He grew up to be a great kid... Although he would always be the boy with human parents, he was accepted as the reader's child fairly quickly after some...less than nice scenes where the reader put her foot down and where Jake backed her up.

In other words, although acutely aware that he was different from the others, Spider had an amazing childhood where he was allowed to confidently grow into the fine, young man he is today, with his mother's love and support.

And yes, I do have feelings about the topic. could probably talk about it for hours XD I'm so sorry for making it so long lol I hope it answered some of your curiosity. We're going to learn a little more about Spider's childhood and the reader's steep learning curve as Miles tries to repair what he's broken.

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for your ask! Feel free to send more if there's anything else <3<3

[unohanaswetdream]

A Mortal In a World of Gods

Summary - Life as a mortal in a world of gods is no life you can be in control of

'Neither one of us, Wants to be the first to say, "Farewell, my love", Goodbye’

AO3

5.3k words

WARNINGS - 18+, swearing, sexual references, brief mentions of suicide and abortion

i put on an old playlist of mine and neither one of us by gladys knight & the pips started playing as i wrote this and made me die a little so i though to add it for ambience (the lyrics in the summary)

He always went above and beyond for his birthdays, but this time was way above anything you could have thought Gojo could’ve planned in that little brain of his. The ballroom was magnificent, reminiscent of the days of lords and ladies, the high ceilings decorated with gold carvings that simmered in the light of the clear crystal chandelier the reflection lighting up the dark oak floors. The smell of food almost too strong making you nauseous however the soft jazz playing in the background helped ground you. Looking around your eyes focused on the beautiful paintings full of colour covering the walls and ceiling, ones that hid the dark story of Acrisius and his daughter Danae, a story that prescribed that fate, destiny cannot be changed by a mere mortal against the world of Gods.

Were you perhaps a mere mortal trying to change your destiny in a world full of gods ? A daughter who tried to fight against their purpose of having their only role and fate of the Ookami family to be able to provide a male heir.

Yeah, you may not be Acrisius who imprisoned his daughter due to a prophecy delivered to him by the Oracle of Delphi about Danae’s future son killing him. But the string that attached to you both were your agency to fight against what the future had installed for you both, to do anything to change it so you could try to hold onto your freedom. Acrisius locked his daughter in a subterranean, bronze chamber to preserve her virginity and you ? You had dated who you wanted, acted how you wanted, dressed how you wanted.

But where had you both ended up ?

Acrisius ? Well dead. Danae ended up catching the eye of Zeus, who impregnated her with a son in the semblance of golden rain.

You ? Well dead on the inside. You ended up being married off turning into a stay-at-home mum of three, the more children you had the more it felt like being treated as a cattle for breeding, one out, another in.

Unlike Acrisius, you realised you couldn’t fight it anymore and just embraced the future, your destiny, your fate. You learnt to forget, you learnt not to feel, you learnt to put on a performance with a show stopping smile.  

But there were days where you remembered and felt.

Remembered the promise you made to yourself.

Felt the hatred you had for yourself.

The promise you would leave your family behind because fuck tradition, fuck preservation, fuck the elders, fuck the bloodline.

Leaving you on the floor, hyperventilating, trying to rip open a whole in your throat with your hand to try and remember what it was like to breathe without the weight of your family’s expectation and bloodline on your shoulders.

These moments made you seethe with repulsion and loathing, for yourself, your family, your children.

This was what you called the blame game.

You let your family control you, to bend you back into tradition with manipulation and insidious smiles while giving up in the struggle you promised you’d always fight. You left him without a fight for whose sake exactly  ? You never wanted to confront that answer. You believed it was better that way to not leave with him, that he would be happier without you and your family which always managed to wiggle itself back into your mind, the same family you let win in your relationship. While you believed that if you finally accepted what the family had offered for your fate, it would mean they’ll see you as an autonomous human.

Your family, they let you, their own child suffer, to become a shell of themselves a robot who cooks, cleans, and pops out heirs on rotation. Family is a group of people who should support their children no matter what but yours neglected your needs in order to conserve their stupid bloodline no matter the effects it had on the women and children. If you killed yourself ? No one battered an eye unless you did not provide the family with a male heir because to them ? Your purpose was already served. However, it was preferred you did not commit suicide, so the family did not have to come together to discuss a cover story as it was seen as doing too much for an ineffective woman. But it was done for the sake of the sacred family name and the family would go to any length to ensure their name would not be tarnished by a bitch used for breeding.

Your children ? You wanted to hate them so much, after each one was born you’d stand over their cot almost every night sliding your hand around their tiny fragile throat imagining how easy it would be to snap their delicate new born necks just with one bare hand to only crash into the ground, pugnaciously sobbing into your nightgown as your tummy would twist and turn like a captured snake at the sick vile thoughts that would fill your mind. Thoughts of killing a babe, your own babe that is completely oblivious to the world around them, looking at you with their bright eyes with gums showing as they would smile at you despite the horrid urges that crashed around in your mind like a tsunami. But in the end, you could not blame them because they were the product of your environment, they were not the problem but the result of it, the result of everything you were put through, it was unfair to blame someone that not only couldn’t defend themselves or survive on their own but someone who was wholeheartedly innocent. You lived for them to make sure they would not end up like you; empty, numb and drowning.

Yet, your children were all boys, and your family couldn’t have felt prouder but why did you not feel any better when the praises graced themselves out of their mouths ? It should have made you feel better, better about your fate of being a woman. ‘Fate of being a woman’, that sentence left a sulfuric taste in your mouth that made you want to scratch your tongue off till you drowned in your own blood. In your family fate and women were intertwined, only women had fate and that was to be bred, and to have fate ? You were expected to be a woman so you could fulfil your fate by providing a heir.

The Ookami family were not stupid, they knew they had to make producing heirs sound godlier and more mystical than it actually was. To groom women into believing that a future of getting married to serve their husbands and family forever and produce male successors was what they wanted as that was the myth of fate.

You remember the indoctrination starting so young, thinking about it now at your adult age made you nauseous yet thankful you did not have any girls... Well yet. You were in the family chapel atop of the hill which overlooked the 20 acres that belonged to the Ookami family, the architectural style of the estate reflected the age of the Ookami bloodline, Shiden-zukuri, remnants of old buildings dating back almost a thousand years ago. The layout of the buildings nearly perfectly symmetrical and interconnected with the main family house so all families could easily get to the elders when called upon.

Yet, the chapel that you spent most of your time in as a child was redolent of a Koshitsu Shinto shrine, a shrine meant for emperors and Ookami’s thought of themselves as such, especially the elders who spent all day there from sunrise to sunset preaching the word of fate to the women of the family. The word which you once clang to in amazement as it gave you the illusion you had meaning and purpose in the family instead of being a snot nose brat. As the elder would talk you’d look outside the window and daydream about finding someone where you could experience the feeling of falling in love, getting married, up late nights talking to your partner about the future and how many kids you both wanted so you can feel completed in fulfilling your fate.

However, as you got older the more and more you realised how brainwashing any session with the elders were, the more unenjoyable they became, the once bright and colourful daydreams became increasingly duller in saturation. And you started to hate the family and their stupid ideas you vowed to never follow. An empty promise that the gods will have you break.

‘Well, hello hello gorgeous, I was not expecting you here all by yourself’, Gojo’s deep voice reaching your ears causing you to smile.

‘Gojo, my dear happy birthday. My husband sends his regards, he unfortunately is stuck with the elders doing god knows what’, more like who, your voice sounding even throughout the whole sentence no matter what emotions boiled inside of you.

‘On a Sunday ? All of the major clans in Jujutsu society have a requirement to have a day off and that day is a Sunday’, his tone not hiding what he thought about your husband’s bullshit.

Your voice softened considerably to demonstrate to Gojo you were not blind to what was happening, ‘I know, I promise but there is not much I can do in my position’.

You were not liking where this conversation was headed and as observant as ever Gojo took the hints of your fidgeting and shuffling.

‘My sweet, it’s okay I did not want him here anyway, I only invited him because that was the only way you could come’, the words slipped out of his mouth like silk and it warmed you up, knowing you still had someone there for you.

‘Oh, Gojo watch your words I might fall for you,’ you giggled as you exaggeratingly dragged your hand down his arm as Gojo twirled a piece of his hair acting along with you.

‘Dear, had you said that before you were married, I’d definitely wife you up before him, should’ve told me were to sign up for possible suitors’, spitting out the  him.

Yet, before you could respond he continued, ‘please be good and stay here I have to introduce you to someone’.

You huffed at his little surprise, not seeing him as much as you use to made you less immune to his antics. You started running over all possible situations that could occur once Gojo came back, but none of them could prepare you for him.

Nanami Kento

Nanami

Kento

Kento

Nanami

Your first lover

Your first boyfriend

Your only love

The one you made a pack with yourself to leave your family for

You never thought he’d be back in the Jujutsu world, nor did you ever want him to come back so he could see how much of a weak hypocrite you were.

Your legs ? You could not feel them, you had no idea where you were, you felt like the butterflies in your belly were going to rip you open from the inside out causing you to vomit.

All your feelings and memories of being with him came crashing down like a mudslide.

You heard your name being called in the distance which was almost drowned out by the ringing of your ears.

‘Mhm’, was the only response you could make without letting your emotions take over your voice.

Gojo’s face finally unblurred, ‘you remember Nanamin Kento yeah ? Stupid question maybe because I remember hearing a rumour in third year that you both were dating’.

The tilt of his glasses showing off his gleaming eyes which told you this was all done on purpose, yeah right rumours you were about to punch him.

Gojo called your name again, this time sounding a little worried that maybe he had gone too far, ‘let’s get you a drink… hello gorgeous what do you have for us today… Oh aha sorry… Yeah that will do… Here.’

And without thinking your respond looking up from the crystal champagne glass, ‘I can’t drink that’.

Gojo had the knack of reading situations and people more than he let on, ‘no way, not again wasn’t number three a year ago’.

Trying to cover the humiliating slip in front of your past lover you try to make the situation less serious by slightly giggling as you replied, ‘ I wish, it was more like 8 months ago’.

However, that did not seem to be funny for the two men in front of you. Gojo’s glasses were pushed back to hide his facial expressions and Nanami ? You did not dare look in his eyes, instead your eyes landed on his mahogany leather shoes which shuffled, moving his weight from one leg to another in what you thought was him being uncomfortable.

You had said so little words in front of Nanami, yet you felt naked and ashamed under his gaze. You always told him how you would leave the sorcery world with him leaving behind your stupid family’s idea of fate and tradition only for him to stand in front of you for not even a minute to know it was all lies and that instead you are married with a fourth child on its way.

Connecting the dots Nanami’s baritone voice flooded your ears, so much deeper than it was 9 years ago, settling deep inside your core like a hot fire accompanied by a shiver down your spine,  ‘Congratulations on your fourth child, you must be excited’.

Excited

Excited

Did excited constitute you laying on the floor, face in the ground to mute your sobs with your hands around the front of your tummy deciding if you should let this one live ? At the start you were not going to fully let your family win by producing a heir, going to any lengths to rid it. However, the mutilation you caused to your body, the indescribable pain you never wanted to feel again, slowly ate away at you. Not only was it the physical ache; searing hot pain and crimson blood all over the floor but also the emotional ache, not from ridding the possible babe, but the reminder of where you are and who you are to this family, that you will never escape the fate the gods, no the elders with the destiny they have provided to you. You convinced yourself if you just gave them a son, they’ll finally love you and be proud of you.

But you learnt there is no room for freedom for a sheep in a wolf’s world.

And your husband ? How did he not know the things you did to your body in the sake of rejecting your fate ? Well, he though when fucking you, bleeding was normal, that you crying out in pain was normal because sex for him was about his pleasure and to breed you. You never meant anything to him as once he was done, he’d put his robe back on and go to his sleeping quarters leaving you to clean up the mess.

You fought and fought, however your fights became meaningless, like you were throwing weak exhausted punches, you fought so hard only to give up, in the third and final round. The life your family sucked out of you left you as a hollow husk of your once self, ready at every command and bid of the family. Why hurt yourself to feel something when you did not want to feel, hence the conclusion of your internal war with the family. You accepted your fate, letting them, your family,  swallow you up so you did not have to think and act on your own ever again.

If you did not know Nanami like the back of your hand or if you hadn’t once known him like the back of your hand you wouldn’t have notice the slight grit and tensions in his voice as he congratulated you. Yet, you did not want to mention anything not wanting to cause a scene.

Finally, you looked up at his face and almost collapsed at the beauty the graced itself before you, he looked like a god carved out of marble, his cheekbone settled high on his face while accompanied with a perfectly sculpted sharp jaw and nose reminiscing the days you’d settle atop of it. His broad shoulders and large biceps were shown off by the way his cream blazer clung to it just as you once did. You did not really feel guilty about your thoughts of him, you wanted him to take you right here, but the guilt was of all your decisions you made until now, it becoming hands to wrap themselves around your neck to slowly snuff the light out of you.

‘Aha thank you Nanami, as excited as I was to have the first one’, you voice coming out smooth and even despite the fact your heart was aching,  and the anxiety that had settled in the mid region of your body that manifested into you fidgeting with your necklace.

In other words, it meant you were not excited at all, you dreaded it, you did not even know if you’d make it pass the delivery knowing your body had weakened after each pregnancy, the doctor even warning the family, but they did not care because why ? You were valuable in producing male heirs they were not going to keep you alive while having you stop pushing out more sons. Them getting more sons was priority no matter the risk being you dying while giving birth so as long as you produced sons in a reasonable time frame before you died.

Gojo made sure to remind you both that he was still here by pushing you into the empty VIP room that was connected to the ballroom which Gojo used as storage for his presents and sending you off with a kiss on your cheek complemented by a smile, ‘seems like you both have a lot of catching up to do’.

You did not know if you wanted to punch Gojo or punch him as he dangle Nanami in your face knowing you could never obtain him, leaving feelings to resurface after nearly a decade. Gojo could read people amazingly like a seer, but did he really think you could amend this relationship despite being married to the future head of a sacred Jujutsu sorcerer family with nearly four young children. That you could just pack up and run away with your Nanami without any consequences after nine years when you let him wait weeks and weeks for you to come back to him so you could both leave the sorcery world for you to only stay with the family you promised to leave.

Nanami’s stoic exterior made it hard to read him at times, the only give away was the way his Adams apple bobbled up and down along with slight shuffling of his feet in what you assumed to be nervousness.

And to Nanami ? He too was in the same position as you, your family taught you well he thought at what seemed to be a calm and welcoming front, yet your give away was how you rubbed your neck than tried to play it cool by pretending to fix your necklace of the family crest, the one you refused to wear.  His heart shattered at the sight knowing that he left you behind with an abusive narcissistic family at the point of your life in where they drained out nearly all your fighting spirit. And him ? He was the last of it albeit this was not an outlandish accusation because he was logical and rational. And why ? He remembered how passionate you were about having him by your side, that having a partner and a network of friends while dealing with an insane family made you feel less insane yourself, less lonely, less isolated to know you had people who truly cared. But as the reality of both your schooling days were coming to an end, Nanami’s and your dreams of leaving this world behind came closer, the more reality sat in. For him it meant finally having agency over his life but you ? It meant your time to meet your fate and Nanami knew that, and his regret was never trying to console you, to make it easier for you to leave your fucking tight ass family behind, yet he pretended none of that was affecting you so he could enjoy his possible last months with you.

His stomach painfully knotted knowing he never ever tried to talk out your emotions for his own sake, so it would not tarnish his memory of your relationship. He always thought about the future, making plan A’s then B’s then C’s etc. but never did he once stop and embraced the present, the biggest down fall of your relationship. Yet, he knew you would eat yourself alive with guilt when you did not go to meet him, blaming yourself for the situation you and Nanami had ended up in. And he cruelly let you live with it to preserve an artificial memory of your relationship in his mind.

You had no idea what to do. What to say. You were so anxious you swore you could feel all your organs wiggling and crawling inside your body like worms.

Do I just pretend nothing had ever happened to us ? Do I act all fine and happy ? Do I get on my knees and grovel for forgiveness ?

Deciding to go along with the theme of question number one you turn from your side to face him, ‘So what brought you back to the Jujutsu world ?’.

His answer short and clipped like he was not interested in talking, ‘I was made to work over time, here I can set my hours and clock off on time’.

The pressure to apologise became increasingly more suffocating, you wanted a clean slate with him and right now seemed the best because were you ever going to see him again ? You felt like your body was going on overdrive, your senses overstimulated encouraging you to cover your ears and scream while pushing and shoving anything that got in your way.  You wanted to speak up, but you did not know if all your lessons from finishing school would be able to coach you through remaining tranquil and unbothered as you spoke. The tightening of your throat was warning you that this time you would not be able to keep a cool exterior.

You went to reach out for Nanami’s hand only for him to jolt back in what seemed to be surprise, you did not push it any further as the dejection settled in your heart.

‘Nanami’, you softly called him in.

‘Kento is fine’.

‘I want us to have a fresh slate, I want to start over again so I need to say this, so I don’t have regrets because I don’t know when I’ll ever see you again’, your pitch slightly sounding erratic and shaky as you inhaled.

Your eyes wondered up from his feet to his eyes, searching for consent to go on with the conversation. His affirmation manifesting as a slightly forward nod of his head.

‘It was a few weeks before we were meant to go off together when I got called up to the chapel by the elders to find my parents kneeling before them, the elders then went on to talk about my fate and how I have had the most amount of bachelors bidding for me the family had ever seen. My parents look like they had won the lottery knowing I had so many suitors calling for me and at the start I did not give a flying shit’, spitting out the last word like it was actual faeces in your mouth.

‘But I slowly got drawn in, they looked so happy, and I thought if I did this one thing, they’ll finally love me, accept me, understand that the Ookami family idea of fate is nothing more than a long-forgotten tradition that was outdated and predatory. Because all this time I was fighting against them I became so exhausted, I couldn’t put up with it anymore I just wanted to be seen by them. But it was a vicious cycle of if I do this one thing, they’ll be happy to they’ll start expecting something more back to if I do this one thing, they’ll finally be proud of me, they’ll finally love me, they’ll finally see me as their child. Yet, it happened over and over again it was like a twisted addiction where I could not break out of the manipulative cycle disguised behind bright words of validation.  Because I thought I had nothing, I did not have you, your dream of leaving the sorcery world had you and you had it, you always said it was ours, but it never was, it was just yours, mine was to feel accepted and I thought it would be easier found with my family. So, for that I am truly sorry for not coming to you that day and every other day instead of running away, if I had been more open with you, we would not be where we are today’.

Communication the make or break of relationships.

‘No matter how much I crave your forgiveness I recognise that it is not always in one’s best interest to forgive. I just want all unanswered questions to go answered because there is nothing worse than the unknown’, letting a breathily laugh towards the end of your monologue trying you make yourself feel better, despite throwing all this unwarranted venting onto him leaving him to deal with events that happened almost ten years ago. 

It was selfish to word vomit all of this onto Kento to make yourself feel better, but sometimes one needed to be selfish to be able to move on with their life, to finally put themselves first. In a roundabout way that’s how you tried to justify it, but one thing you failed to ever acknowledge is that you did not always have to be justified in your actions. 

This time it was Kento who took the opportunity to reach out with his hands to encase them in yours, his thumbs rubbing side to side just above your wrist.

Kento’s stiff tone piercing through to your ears as you saw him cast his eyes down through his glasses, ‘It was never truly your fault as your other half I should have given you strength when you did not have any in you and for that I acknowledge that I failed you and our relationship. While we focus on could haves and should haves it cannot change the past. But you cannot bear the full blame. I knew it was going to happen, I saw it, I saw you slowly slip away from me into the clutches of your family but I did not want to speak up about it in case it ruined my last memories of you. I refused to believe otherwise, I still waited three days in the meet up spot because I convinced myself what I saw wasn’t true, I still went week after week in the hopes I’d see you running up to me giggling with a big grin on your face to tell me you would never have to deal with you family again.

But I still thought about you, even now , my dreams were of you, how you felt, tasted, smelt, looked and sounded. I don’t think I have ever stopped loving you, remembering you, no matter how hard I tried to put my head down and work until I couldn’t walk home without passing out on the streets, I couldn’t rid you from my mind.

The only thing I need you to ever remember about us was that it was I who did not fight hard enough. It wasn’t your fault you tried fighting gods with no one by your side despite what you told yourself, you did not fail yourself, you did not fail me, I did. You had to deal with your family’s baggage and expectations every day, but you always managed to arrive at school with a smile on your face, an infectious laugh always ready to help someone in need. You always made time for me and your friends and to do the things you loved, you were mightily in the fight against your family, lasting as long as you did against their tyranny. You should be proud of yourself and if you don’t want to say it I will, I am proud of you’, your name followed softly falling out of his mouth like snowflakes adoring themselves against the dusk skies.

Your heart bursting at those words of validation you always craved, someone finally genuinely proud of you, not for what you did for them but for what you did for yourself.

Kento pulled his hands back from yours to place them either side of your face tilting you up to ensure the eye contact you had been avoiding so he could continue.

‘You still have Gojo and me if you ever need help with protecting yourself if you leave now. I’m happy housing you, financially supporting you until you are stable. I know and I’m sorry this sounds rash but  I still love you and I would do anything for you just say the words’, he sounded as though he was grovelling which made you understand how serious he was about fixing your relationship.

You knew some of what he said was due to the guilt he harboured over this relationship. However, this was not the time, the time had passed, and it was time to move on, he needed to understand that he did not always need to have the solution, that he couldn’t fix everyone and anyone.

Each step you took back coupled with the dropping of his hands from your face produced an unbearable pain in your chest making it feel as though you could not breathe anymore like someone had broke your ribs leaving one of them lodged in your lungs. You could feel your mind drifting away from your body to ease the physiological turmoil occurring inside of you. 

You could distantly feel your cheeks warming up from the tears flowing freely from your eyes, probably the first and last time Kento will ever see you cry.

‘I love you so so god damn much too, Kento, when I look at you I feel anew, fresh, loved, accepted and like a genuine human who can create their own purpose. I wish I could leave this world to be with you now that I have confirmation on how much you want to be by my side, it would make it so much easier, but I can’t. Not anymore. I cannot drag my kids into the mess I have made, I want to give them a life they deserve unlike mine, to make sure their needs and wants are always met, I cannot allow them to deal with the true wrath of my family, no more traumatised children in the Ookami family. It is too late but thank you Nanami Kento for the love you have given me, for that I will never forget you. You will forever be the only one who occupies my heart, now and forever, there only will ever be room for you, but for now I bid you goodbye, maybe we will see each other in our next lifetime. Farewell, my love, goodbye’.

[solardick]

So what cards to use?

Serpent comes back. Dove is flying.

Mission impossible.

Mother, i’m afraid.

It’s the cir_cle🎶 the circle of li_fe.

Is this what you need dear?

What is it that i owe?

A crow is where violence ensues. Harm. Death. The distant is closed in the now. With it all intent from the external. It means loss. Ravens well. Are a little more human. We say that its time. Prepare yourself. Its a hit. But when it happens with complexicity. You know extra attention is paying name. And i always fail. I don’t listen. The external wont leave me be. Im sorry if your trying to help me. You are the best moments of my life. And i look to you. And i know theres love. Its too bad that word is so god damned contaminated with bs. That one is afraid to say it. It not being hyped. Its always hyped. Its always spelt with a capital letter. People are stupid.

And im an alien.

As is the dragon. Not American. It’s not attached to all that sin bs that american dragons are. Its more of a Japanese dragon. A mix of creatures. As is the spirit. Here less formed to that of an image of man. Same goes for the hindu’s description of life. Foe whatever that god’s name is. I like it.

The dove is tied with the dragon here as positive social involving strong and confident eye contact. Which creates a bit of a stir between two. And engages active participation. All unease is vacant. And trust on a leaF of fate. Not knowing where the wind will blow.

All life does. Is attack it. Attack attack attack. Attack. Bleed. Attack.

Randy’s Japanese toilet.

Ok so now im changing partners. With the little effeminate foreigner. I still lose. Still on script. Ugh.

Ok fine ill go full woman.

I font need to have any initiative i can be a lazy worker.

Il’ fuck the next guy that cums on to me. Go back to beign eight again. Maybe itll be his brother. I want a strong body pressed up behind me. Take care of me. Do nice things for me. And you can own me. Its all i know anyway. Being owned. They ain’t going to stop. Might as well. You’re no stranger. Give in to the lie. Maybe they’ll leave you alone. And stop hurting you. Give up the dream of ever having a family. Theres is no mother. There is no father. There is only childhood. Thats all its been for all these last years. Being shipped around. Owed. Beaten. To insanity and then passified. And raped.

May i get off this abusive fucken script now!? How many more peoplw want to line up and take their next turn?

In all those years. All fucken twenty or so only one person ever insisted and asked me what. One person. I. A way that wasnt aggressive or violent. Sll the violence is dtillt here. By ny fucken entourage. Leave me aline i cant fucken do it. Jesus fuck raoe your families.

Oh no! I got pressed and stressed at saying soemthig. Stupid again. Punish me. Build your own excuses.

What can one inject a chromozone into some one?

So i have to sabotage. Bye bye sunshine. Your a fake summer anyway. Still covid. Get out your mask and be conditioned to avoid everyone. And live the hermit.

Now i got some more cigs to smoke. Odd’y enough my lung isnt hurting. Chain smoked a pack. Scrounging butts. Alright. Oo card lets start my new life as estranged. While i wait on the in reasing depressiob to knowck me out of functionality again. Back yo square one and 20 more years of vegetation while being mistreated. Maybe ill goninsane again and i can get raped and passified again. For the miliionth time.

So the next p’ace i go to you gonna send other girls to sexuàlly harrass me and after i take the proper steps victimize me as the villain. Its becoming repetative. Where your imagination?

No stay home. What? Look dispointed im grttingg fucked with and now im sick. Look disapoited. What the fuck ever nan.

Im going back to bed and wait to see if im a member og the health and safety commity. Its its not just an insult. To have that posted now. The second i wàk inside i start choking almost puking little poor sleep coupelf with chain smoking an fthe recent griup endeavered fucking with me. Im out. Ok. Fyck off.

Consodering the union rep. Is best froends witha drug dealee. Doesnt inspire too mych confidence or trust. Oh no! Im intimidated. Or the drug dealer spazzing out and cowering everytime i raise my gand to through a peice of paper in the trash or the hippy mexican guy eho also told me he was a drug dealer. Both freak out. And engrandize my negaitve reactions. And yet. Im the one who gets hit by them. Yeah. Ok. Fuck you. Think im going to go all full core serioal killer violent on yous. What. Ao and then i get damage for the dame behavior others have done unto my all my life? Yeha ok. Sure why not. Its the guy driving hi s wife to the hospital that gets pulled over by the cops. While the drunk driver ahead of them. Keeps going. Serrounded by criminals victimizing me into being punished. Yap. Fuck life.

Of course im being herded. Who else whould i chose to work with. Within the limited options available. Its not me choice. It was already mande for me. Fuck rhe foreigners is probably a bigger criminal than the others combined gor all i k ow.

Born in a life serrounded by criminals. No wonder my dragon gets raped.

« As wise as a serpent. And as harmless as a dove. «  the bible. Uh, isnt that cool. I just saw that on greyhound. That was good movie. I watched it twice. Today. But thatd life. You find yoru way and then they rape it. And dump it out. Reaving with hatred. And rhen you need to be corrwcted while the laugh at you. Well that’s how i was raided atleast.

Im going to go massage my prostate with the hand’e of my toilet plunger. Later.

Oh no, easter id comming another holiday. Thats means another collective fuck you to me.

No iill try and go see Mother therapist once inknow i own my own life. And aint consistently p’aced with the criminal or the degenerate.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things. 

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait. 

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows. 

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.  

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again. 

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him. 

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia. 

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat. 

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

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[wri0thesley]

Well shit. The pet talk has me thinking about turning into a neko because of a curse gone wrong... would you like to write headcanons for the jjk men reacting to their crush befalling that fate? Who'd try to reverse it, who'd want to keep them that way? Who would use the chance to get closer or even turn it into pet play?

ahh to be a neko and be owned by a handsome jjk man.....

warnings: not sfw, afab reader implied, cat/neko hybrid reader, petplay mentions, master/pet dynamics!

♡ —-> below the cut: gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna, mahito <—-  ♡

♡ Gojo probably immediately figures out how to reverse it - but the thing is, right away, he doesn’t much want to. You just look so cute with the neko ears resting on your hair, your hands curled like paws, your tail curling around you so cutely. The light purr in the way you speak, the way your eyes keep contracting as you get distracted by a loose thread on his clothes or the light reflecting off his sunglasses. 

He’s going to take a lot of pictures of you; partly to make fun of you with later, partly because he just can’t help it. You’re adorable! As part-cat now, too, you’ve gotten a lot less good at hiding your affection. Gojo is suddenly being subjected to you batting your head against him, rubbing your face against his to mark him as yours - and he’s not complaining about it at all. 

He will very much use this as an opportunity for petplay. He’s got a bit of a power complex about being the strongest; you being a cute little pet at his knees, all helpless and mewling, is something he didn’t realise he’d want so badly. And you’re so sensitive, when he touches your ears or your tail. He kind of wants to get you a collar, to leave you like this forever - but he’s not going to, because at the heart of it, he’s a good man who wants the best for you.

It won’t stop him bringing this up all of the time afterwards, showing you the pictures, and buying you a cute tail and ear set to wear for him when the two of you are spending some alone time together, though. 

“Aww, kitty - that’s right, smile for the camera - say ‘nya~’!”

- ♡ -

♡ Nanami is more concerned than anything else. His first instinct is to protect you, and his second instinct is to be frustrated with himself for not protecting you thoroughly enough. He takes you back to his place before Gojo or anyone can see you, knowing that most of them won’t let you live this down and preparing to organise things himself. When it turns out Shoko can’t have a look at you until the next day, citing the fact that you’re not in any real danger, Nanami resigns himself to having to spend the night with you in this state. 

He tries to make you a bed in the spare bedroom but you crawl onto his bed anyway, nesting at the foot of it, curling yourself in covers. When he doesn’t pay attention to you, you sigh, rubbing your head against his leg, as if to say ‘well, go ahead, pet me’ - unfortunately, if you want Nanami to do that, you have to open your mouth and ask. He doesn’t want to take advantage of you.

When you finally do ask him with your words, he presses his lips thinly together but he also knows cats - you’re not going to let him rest until he does it. He finds himself soothed by petting your ears, the soft rumble of your throat, the way that his touch seems to make you relax. He hadn’t realised just how comfortable you must be with him. 

Nanami will not do anything to you in this state, even if you try and initiate it - when he gets to take you to bed for the first time, he hopes there will be no cursed nonsense present - just you, and him, and the beating of your hearts. But at least this little experience has given him some courage to push forward with his crush.  

“You really want me to stroke you? Well . . . I suppose I could . . . is this alright?”

- ♡ -

♡ Geto does not want to like the sight of you with your eyes big and wide and cute cat ears on your head and a tail extending from your backside as cute as he does. You’ve always been one of his favourite curse users, and perhaps he’s been nursing a crush on you for longer than he’d like to admit - but this just feels rude. You’re so cute with your head tipped to the side, sticking very close to him, fair brightening up when his hand so much as brushes your arm. 

He does want to fix you, of course - he doesn’t want anything to dull your sharp knife-edges, the cleverness thrumming beneath your skin. He thinks of the people he surrounds himself as family, and you as - as more than that. But he indulges in it for a little too long. Liking to watch your tail swish as you walk, your ears twitch - liking the noise you make when he runs his palm over your face. 

Geto, too, will indulge in a little petplay. How can he not, when you were so obedient and good for him even before this unfortunate occurrence? He soothes you with pets and kisses as you sink onto his cock, calling you his good kitten, asking you to purr for him and groaning when your slightly sharper than usual teeth nip at his neck and you mewl so prettily at the touch of his hands on your spine. 

Out of anyone, Getou is the most likely to tie a ribbon around your new tail and get you a cute collar with a bow and a bell on it. When you’re sat on his lap with his cock inside you, he murmurs softly not to let the bell jingle, be a good pet and stay exactly where he puts you - and for Geto, you’re a very well-behaved pussy-cat, and you do exactly what he asks you.

“Mm, that’s right - good kitten. You feel so right there. You’re such a pretty thing, so well-behaved--”

- ♡ -

♡ Toji should want to do something about this. He hates the idea of all of this cursed energy clinging to you - but he also knows there isn’t much he can do, and he isn’t willing to lower himself to ask for help from anyone who can do anything about it. So, welcome to your new life - you’re Toji’s cute little kitten now. He likes his kitten to lie on his lap, to nest in his bed, to eat off a bowl on the floor and wear their pretty collar--

He likes his kitty to be well-behaved, but honestly, Toji’s treatment whether you are well-behaved or not is much the same. He likes that you’ll sit and listen to him like everything he says is the most important thing in the world - likes that, now you’re his good little housecat, he is the centre of your universe. He’s rough with you no matter what, but you grow to absolutely love that sensation - love digging your claws into his back when he fucks you, love it when he groans ‘good kitty’ into your ear, love it when he stretches out beside you and lets you nuzzle into his chest, purring at him. 

He secretly likes it when you act up a little bit; if you spill your milk or if you purposely ignore him. He loves having an opportunity to tame the brattiness out of his kitten - to tug on your tail a little meanly, to remind you of who exactly you belong to.

“Aww, kittycat-- you’re really pushin’ my buttons today, huh? C’mere - lemme remind you who your owner is--”

- ♡ -

♡ Sukuna . . . if you’ve ended up like this and you’re Sukuna’s object of affection, we can only assume that Sukuna himself is the one to have engineered it. No other curse would dare to touch his property, after all - and if you are Sukuna’s, you are his property. You being a cute little kitty now doesn’t change the fact at all; if anything, it reinforces in Sukuna’s mind that you’re his pet. He owns you. You ought to be on your knees, your head bowed, practically quivering if he deigns to pet you or lavish you in affection--

You will be staying this way.

You’ll be learning exactly how a good pet behaves; how and when to use your tongue, how to respond to your Master’s petting of your ears, how to learn to roll over and present yourself when your Master wants to take you. Heaven help you if you go into heat, kitten - Sukuna’s deeply amused by your whimpering, by the way you keep nuzzling against his thighs and telling him that it hurts, please fill me up, pleasepleaseplease.

If you’ve been very good, he’ll reward you by filling you up fuller than you even realised you could be. If you’ve been very bad, you’ll be sobbing and clawing into his sheets and begging to be touched with your own need streaming down your thighs. Either way, in the end, you’ll be mewling into Sukuna’s kimono with tears on your face from the stretch, secure in the knowledge that you’re owned. 

“A good kitten walks on all fours, hmm? A good kitten obeys their Master. A good kitten knows to do it immediately when I tell them to open their mouth--”

- ♡ -

♡ Mahito wants to find out everything he can about this interesting new development. Chances are, if he has a crush on you, you already know it - subtlety is honestly not one of the curse’s strong points. Chances are, too, if he has a crush on you and you’re still around, you’re okay with is - but this is probably going to push it over the edge. His hands are all over you, petting and tugging on your ears and your tail, probably trying to see how they attach to your skin and laughing when you flinch or blush or a certain rub of his thumb across your tailbone makes a purr thrum in your throat.

He’s telling you how cute you are through it all, laughing - he’s talking earnestly about the way humans keep pets, how he’s always wondered about it, and now he’s had one dropped into his lap, and isn’t that just fortuitous? At first, he wants you to be as much of a pet as you can - on your hands and knees, purring, mewling, the whole nine yards! But once he’s exhausted that option (Mahito’s moods tend to be whimsical and over in a flash before he’s moved onto the next one), he wants to explore your new additions and how doing certain things to you makes them feel. Expect to be fucked from behind by Mahito pulling your tail - expect him, too, to be very interested in the concept of cats going into heat! You’re an endlessly fascinating new toy, until you’re not quite as fascinating--

And then Mahito is shifting his soul to have his own cat ears and tail, to be mess around with you some more and see if your reactions are any different when he’s made himself your cat-boyfriend! Eventually, he’ll get bored of you being part cat and he’ll figure out how to get you back to your normal self on his own, but by then the damage has probably already been done and some part of you is just conditioned - to purr when your head is scratched, to docilely sit at Mahito’s feet and paw at the front of his trousers.

“You’re so cute! Humans like to play with their pets, right? Let’s play, then! Purr for me, koneko-chan~”

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