#losing my mind there’s no fcking WAY

[hualianschild]

finally started s2 of link click and may I say the intro is LITERALLY THE MOST SICKEST THING I'VE SEEN AND HEARD TOGETHER IN MY LIFE ??? LITERALLY CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY I'M NEVER SKIPPING THIS SHIT EVERRRR

[softkostyk]

oh my god…………. PH MY GOD *slams head against the wall*

Gay marriage was actually legal in California in 2008 for like six months before the ruling got overturned SO. jerejean could realistically get married next book

ANON ILL SCREAM THIS IS ALL I EVER WANTED

[acid-ixx]

you say Dick is (already) unhinged and is going to be GRASPING at air just for a crumb of affection from (name). would he do those protective sibling stuff? like "street crossing! hold my hand." or holding to them on a (not really)busy sidewalk to "make sure they don't lose each other, don't want you to get kidnapped!"? would he miserably fail at being casually affectionate bc of how fcking nuts he is or will he be shameless in his charge with broken excuses for why he's trying so hard?

— masterlist !

dick is all of the above. he's the type to overcorrect his actions, the person who would suddenly remember his past mistakes — which is a lot: a lot of broken promises, uncelebrated birthdays, empty nights where he's ditched you in a fast food restaurant even though he swore that he'll come the next time; and he's aware of that, feels utterly repulsed at himself for his ignorance and leading you on, except he takes accountability for his actions in extreme ways — then attempts to reconnect with you despite your insistence that you never ever want to ever spend a second's moment with him.

but because he's so ridden with guilt, so utterly desperate for a crumb of your forgiveness and your attention despite seemingly having always been disinterested by your mere presence back in the past, he'll tend to overstep your boundaries, tries to make you see that he'll do whatever it takes for you to see him as your brother. he's got the older sister complex, except you multiply that, pair it with overbearing physical affection— the tendency to feel the need to always feel a part of you, your warmth, in his palms: whether it'd be a hand on your shoulders, or his fingers play with the ends of your hair while you walk by the streets; as a means to ground himself from spiraling even further from his own thoughts, as a way to assure himself that you're safe in his arms, at least, even though you absolutely despise him.

he doesn't play pretend like he's done nothing wrong, in fact, all his excuses to hold your hand when you cross the street, or pay for your groceries every time he pops up is added with, "it's 'cause i never did this for you in the past, baby bird. let me do this for you now instead. to make up for all of it."

and although he never says 'you've always wanted this, right? don't tell me you don't.' you can feel its sole implication at every moment where his baby blue eyes prick at your soul, stare at you with such intensity, such worry that you feel like he's nitpicking every small feature of you and burning it into his memories.

like he fears you'll disappear at the moment's notice, like an apology for never really looking straight at you, from back when you were just a small, naive child looking up at him.

he's miserable, downright shivering in his boots every time he has picked you up, tossed you over his shoulder, or even held your elbows. but at the same he never asks for your consent, never minds about your boundaries because in his eyes, it's what a rightful brother should do. as much as you tell him off, admit that you've moved on past seeing him as one, he still convinces himself that he's still your sibling, he's still the same guy you once looked up to; except now he's finally changed in the ways he's treated you in the past, made sure that you see just how much his affection will go on for the long run.

because that's how a brother should've been all those years ago.

so even if that means he'll have to constantly force you to sit beside him and cuddle up on a couch while watching a movie you've once invited him to watch with you, though having never continued with his promise to do so until now; even if it means his hands will randomly cup your face and kiss your forehead every morning, afternoon and night just for him to whisper, softly, under his breath, that it's been long overdue; even if you could always feel those eyes watching you even though you're alone, even if you think you are alone—

you just have to learn to get used to it.

[cherryblossomfairyy]

Bejeweled

Pairing : spencer reid x bau!reader

Summary : y/n finally breaks up with her boyfriend. He caused her to dim her light. Now single and feeling great, she goes to the FBI’s annual gala. Where she has her bejeweled moment and dances with Spencer. Maybe he will stay the night with her? Along the lyrics of the song "Bejeweled" by Taylor Swift.

Masterlist

You used to dim your light for him. Not on purpose—not really. It was more subtle, like the way the moon fades a bit when clouds pass by. You didn’t stop being you. You just got…quieter. Less “bejeweled,” as your best friend had so perfectly put it one evening over wine.

“You used to shine,” she said, swirling her glass with a pitying tilt of her head. “You were diamonds. Lately, you’re costume jewelry. Cheap stuff. Plastic. Why?”

You didn’t answer her. You didn’t want to say that the reason you’d dulled yourself was you (insecure) boyfiend—or more accurately, the way his behaviour made you feel around him. It wasn’t your fault, not really. You felt trapped and his promises made you feel better momentaraly. The man was brilliant, soft-spoken, and kind when he wanted to.

"Baby love, I think I've been a little too kind."

The clock ticks. Rain hums outside. You stands in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped tightly around her. James lounges on the couch like he’s already over the conversation.

y/n quietly said, with silent tears in her eyes “I just want to talk about what happened at the party. You completely ignored me all night, and when I tried to say something, you laughed in my face.”

“Jesus, you’re still on that?”James answered her, without looking up.

“Yes. Because it hurt. And you still haven’t acknowledged it.”

He sighs dramatically before speaking. “You’re too sensitive. I was talking to people. Networking. You want me glued to your hip all night like a child?”

y/n, shocked by his reaction, trying tos peak calmly. “I never said that. I just wanted to feel like I existed to you.”

James let out a big laugh, still not looking at her. “Wow. Drama queen much?”

A frown appeared on y/n’s face.“Why do you always do that? Make fun of me when I try to be honest?”

“Because you're always making up these stories in your head. You twist everything into some attack. It’s exhausting.” James tells her, fort he first time looking up from his phone.

"Sadness became my whole sky."

“I’m not making anything up,” she said, voice firm but shaking slightly. “I’m telling you how I feel.”

He crossed his arms, his tone turning cold. “No, you’re making a scene out of nothing. Again. You do this all the time — create problems that don’t exist just so you can play the victim.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare call me the victim. I’ve put up with your gaslighting for months, and I’ve tried to make this work.”

He let out a laugh, dripping with mock innocence. “Gaslighting? Oh my god. You really think you’re being abused just because I don’t agree with your little fantasy version of things?”

“It’s not a fantasy when I live it every day,” she snapped. “You lie. You deflect. You deny things that I know happened. I bring up real issues and you make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“BECAUSE YOU ARE ACTING CRAZY RIGHT NOW!” he shouted, voice booming. “You’re blowing everything out of proportion! You always do this when you don’t get your way!”

"Baby boy, I think I've been too good of a girl."

Y/N spoke calmly, almost too calm. Like she was used tot his type of reaction. “And now you’re screaming. Again. Like that’s gonna fix anything.”

“I’m screaming because YOU DON’T LISTEN!”

The sound of bruising knuckles echos throught the living room as James slams his fist into the wall.

“I’m fcking drowning here trying to keep this together, and you just—walk away from everything like it's nothing!”*

She stepped back, her expression unreadable. “Wow. There it is. I finally see it. You don’t love me — you just love having someone to blame everything on.”

Her voice cracked slightly, but she didn’t flinch. “I don’t even know what we’re doing anymore. Every conversation turns into a fight.”

He threw his hands up, frustrated. “Because you keep picking at me! Every little thing I do becomes a problem.”

“I’m not picking,” she said sharply. “I’m asking for basic respect. Like not disappearing for two days and then acting like it’s completely normal.”

He fell silent for a beat. His chest rose and fell, shallow and fast. His jaw clenched. There was rage in his eyes — but something else too. Desperation. Fear.

“You’re being ridiculous,” he muttered. “You’re emotional and paranoid, like always. Go take a walk or something. You’ll come back and realize you’re overreacting.”

She stared at him, calm and certain now. “No. I’m not coming back.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh please. You say that every time. You’ll be texting me by morning.”

“Not this time,” she said, voice soft but solid as stone. “I finally believe myself more than I believe you.”

She grabbed her keys. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her hands didn’t shake. He didn’t move. Just sat there, watching her like he still expected her to sit back down.

“So what,” he said bitterly, “you’re just gonna walk out like everyone else? Coward.”

Y/N with a deep sadness in her voice, but staying strong. “No. It takes strength to walk away from someone you love who keeps hurting you. You want to scream and blame me? Fine. Scream into an empty room.”

She grabs her coat from the hook, hands trembling.

James voice breaking as he realised that this time she’s serieus about leaving him

“y/n… wait. Please

After a silence that lasted no more then five seconds, his anger came roaring back.

“You’re nothing without me.” He muttered.

As y/n paused in the doorway, she said, in a low, final tone “I was nothing with you.”

“No, wait—y/n, don’t do this. Don’t you dare—”

She shuts the door behind her. And for once — she doesn’t look back.

"And by the way, I'm going out tonight."

The whole team knew of your difficult relationship with him. They offered their help and advise, but you didn't want to hear it back then. You told them little lies, about how you two were doing better now and that they didn't have to worry.

"Didn't notice you walking all over my peace of mind."

But Spencer had a knack for seeing through things—especially you.

Spencer saw how hard you tried. How often you dressed up, hoping maybe one day your boyfriend would notice how great you actually were. You were always just a friend. A teammate. The girl he wanted to ask for dinner, but was too afraid.

But tonight was going to be different. after a short screaming match, only him. You officially broke up with him, now he's just one of your exes. No longer a man that slowly started to break you down.

Tonight was for you.

You slipped on the dress you’d buried in the back of your closet. The one that shimmered like starlight and hugged you like it missed you. You painted your lips red and lined your eyes with defiance. You slid on heels that clicked like a warning.

You were going to the FBI’s annual gala looking like the woman you had once been before you started hiding behind subtle smiles and quiet loyalty.

You were going to sparkle.

''Best believe I'm still bejeweled."

"When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer."

The room was full of light—chandeliers glittered overhead, and the BAU looked stunning in tuxes and gowns. You caught JJ’s eye first. Her jaw dropped. “Y/N…you look incredible.”

You smiled. “I know.”

"What's a girl gonna do? A diamond's gotta shine."

Confidence wasn’t cocky. It was truth. And you had earned the right to own it.

You passed by Hotch, Rossi, even Morgan, all of whom gave you compliments or double-takes. And then, finally, you saw him.

Spencer.

He was at the bar, nervously twirling a glass of soda water in his hand, wearing a deep navy suit that made his brown eyes darker, more intense. His tie was crooked, of course. You always liked that about him.

He turned—and stopped.

His eyes widened.

“Y/N…” His voice was soft, almost reverent. “You look…”

You raised an eyebrow, lips curved. “Bejeweled?”

"I can reclaim the land."

He blinked, caught off guard. Then he smiled, and it was slow, shy, and so Spencer it almost hurt.

“Yeah,” he said. “Exactly that.”

But you didn’t stop. Not yet.

You walked past him, hips swaying to the rhythm of your own self-worth, giving him a wink as you grabbed a glass of champagne. You chatted with Luke, laughed at one of Penelope’s wild stories, danced with Morgan to a song that had too much bass and not enough subtlety. You lit up the room.

The music pulses through the floor, low and heady. Colored lights spin lazily over a packed dance floor. You’re standing by the bar, laughing at something Penelope said, when two guys, agents from a different branch, approach — confident, smooth, probably a little too charming for their own good.

One leans in with a grin. “You look like you’re having a boring night. Wanna change that?”

You arch a brow, amused. “Depends on your definition of fun.”

The other nudges his friend. “We’re not bad dancers, if that’s what you’re asking.”

You glance toward the dance floor.

So you smile. “Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The music shifts to something sultry, bass-heavy. They’re decent dancers, easygoing, clearly trying to impress. One twirls you around. The other steps in too close, then laughs it off. You laugh with them,

"And when I meet the band. They ask, "Do you have a man?" I can still say, "I don't remember"

And Spencer watched.

It wasn’t until the fourth song in—a slow, sparkling tune that sounded like it had been written by stars—that he approached you.

“May I?” he asked, holding out his hand.

You hesitated, just long enough for him to worry, then took it.

"And we're dancin' all night."

His touch was tentative. But his eyes? They were clear. Finally seeing you. "Diamonds in my eyes."

“You know,” he murmured, swaying with you, “I think I’ve been waiting for too long.”

You tilted your head. “You think?”

“I’ve always known you were beautiful,” he said honestly. “But tonight… I see a version of you i have missed for so long. The real you, the one who shines. A friend told me to stop hiding from my feelings.”

And you smiled. Because you weren’t doing this for your now ex-boyfriend. Not anymore. But for yourself. It felt good to be seen again. And it felt right that it was him.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” you said.

“I know,” he replied, and his voice cracked just slightly. “But if you’ll let me…I’d like to start making up for that. One dance at a time.”

You let your head rest against his chest, just for a moment.

Because tonight, you were glowing.

Not for anyone else.

Just for you.

But maybe, just maybe, you’d let him bask in the light too.

The car ride back to your apartment was quiet. Not awkward—just thick with unspoken things. Spencer sat beside you in the backseat of the Bureau-issued black car, his hands folded neatly in his lap, eyes flicking to you when he thought you weren’t looking.

But you saw him. You always saw him. The difference now? He knew it.

When you reached your place, you expected him to say goodnight. But when you turned to do the goodbye-smile thing, he just said:

“Can I come up? Just for a little while?” "And you can try to change my mind."

You hesitated—not because you didn’t want to. God, you wanted to. But you weren’t sure if your heart could handle Spencer Reid in your space, with his hands maybe brushing yours, with that look in his eyes that said this is new, but I’m not going to pretend anymore.

But you nodded.

Upstairs, you kicked off your heels and dropped your clutch on the entry table. Spencer lingered in the doorway until you waved him in, watching him as he scanned the apartment with those observant eyes. He took everything in—your books, the throw blanket on your couch, the framed photo of the team—but it was you he looked at the longest.

You moved to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of wine. When you turned back, he was closer. Not touching. But closer.

“You’re still glowing,” he said softly. “Even in this light.”

"I polish up real, I polish up real nice."

You let out a breathy laugh, taking a sip of wine to steady your nerves. “It’s just makeup and good lighting.”

“No, it’s not,” he replied, setting his untouched glass down. “It’s you. It always has been.”

"Sapphire tears on my face."

Your eyes met his. He didn’t flinch away this time.

“I feel like I missed out on you,” he continued. “Like you dissapeared and I didn't know how to help and I… I was too wrapped up in my own head.”

You walked toward him slowly, standing close enough to smell the faint scent of cologne and vintage paper—Spencer always smelled like old books and warmth.

“You didn’t miss it,” you said. “I was just hiding.”

He looked down at you, hands still at his sides, every inch of him buzzing with restraint.

“You don’t have to hide anymore.”

You reached up, fingers grazing his tie to straighten it—a habit you’d always wanted an excuse for. “So what now, Spencer?”

His breath hitched. “Now I stop pretending I don’t want you.”

Then he kissed you.

It was slow at first—hesitant, testing. Like he didn’t believe you’d kiss him back. But you did. And then you did again, deeper this time, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging gently until he groaned against your mouth.

He backed you into the wall, hands cupping your face like you were a piece of something sacred. It was messy, breathless, years of wanting packed into each desperate brush of lips and teeth.

When you pulled back, your lipstick smudged and eyes hazy, he whispered, “Tell me to stop.”

But you didn’t.

Instead, you took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

And once the door shut behind you, there was no more hesitation.

He undressed you like he was solving a puzzle—carefully, reverently. His hands memorized the shape of you, his mouth tracing a soft path along your collarbone, down your chest, making you gasp and arch and feel. You watched his brain click into overdrive—not analyzing, just worshiping.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. “I should’ve told you every damn day.”

You pulled his shirt over his head, pressing your palms to his chest, fingers splayed over his heart. “Then start now,” you said, voice breathless. “Make up for it.”

And he did.

With every touch, every moan, every whispered I see you now, he rewrote the silence you’d endured. You weren't just shining—you were on fire, and he let himself burn in you.

Afterward, tangled in sheets and sweat and laughter, he whispered something against your bare shoulder.

“I don’t want to go back to the way we were. I want to know you—every part. Not just when you’re glowing. Even when you’re dim.”

You turned in his arms, touched his cheek, and kissed him slow and sweet.

“You’ve got me now, Spencer. All of me.”

And in the soft light of morning, you weren’t hiding.

You were bejeweled—and finally loved for it.

[captaindowagerblog]

Fcking come at me but Idc...

I want to hug mr martin and strangle him at the same time. God, his little lip wobble! It's endering, okay. All the love being poured out on all the characters except mr martin makes me mad. He's so interesting and scary at the same time.

I still trust him more than Janet and idc. They've (tried way too hard in my honest opinion) painted Janet as some innocent little saint and she ain't. How the fck do you not immediately smell gas when you enter a room that's been closed off?! And then you immediately start lighting shit?!?! Things haven't been explained enough! When Rhonda overheard them at her party, she threatened him with "you don't know what I'M capable of," and she burned a whole ass house down. And she can stop things from resetting?! So far i haven't seen mr martin do anything like that?! idc out of the two i trust the guy who was just gonna kill himself and couldn't go through with it and died anyways. And also-fck mr martins fiancée! Wtf the man you supposedly love loses his job and you IMMEDIATELY dump him?! Shows me what kind of woman you were, you btch! Gddamn I hope she had to live with his death on her mind until the day she died.

Thank you for reading my tedTalk-Until otherwise proven I'm gonna go with, yes, he's still sketchy af, but I'm still inclined to believe he's a complex morally grey sort of ghost and not a bad guy. He needed therapy(like all of them).

I have MUCH more racketing around in me right now and I feel sick because I don't have the answers I wanted or needed.

Also, fck Janet's dad! 🖕and fck alice once again. I hope you were sleeping with him AND got pregnant AND had to live the rest of your life with a carbon copy of Mr. martin.

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

hey so how do you think Azul ashengrotto would deal with him offering to play a game with his crush, he’s like “we should make this fun. I wonder what I should make you do if you lose? >:)” and his crush is like in all her genius “If I win, the loser gotta kiss me”. His crush isn’t normally so flirty, they’ve decided to fluster him cuz he’s acting all arrogant even before the game begins. He becomes flustered and crush calls him a scaredy cat with a cute giggle? (Whenever he acts arrogant, his crush always has to fluster him in some way).

A/n: OMGGGG ANOTHER ASKK SORRY FOR REPLYING LATE I WAS IN A FESTIVAL WITH MY FAMILY 💋💋( this scenario is so cute tbh, blushing Azul is best Azul 👌) I'm not sure if you wanted a fem or gender neutral or a male, but since you placed the pronouns she/her this will be fem!reader !!!

I'm not sure if you asked for a hc, one-shot, scenario, or simply asking for my thoughts abt this !!! I'm so srry but your a bit vague, dear Elusive Angel !!! Please, enjoy @nesting-dreams !!!

Warning: Cussing (bc of my recent encounter), I'm a dumbass at writing Azul, so delusionally, I will be putting my own hc of him, and of course keeping the rest of his Canon self, OOC(?), flustering Azul bc you're feeling like a little shit today, Azul is losing (game) his sanity from being affectionately attacked, the "game" is vaguely mentioned (since I can't come up with one , like monopoly. Please for the love of the holy spirits I can't name mind games for sht) fem!reader, you have been warned this is my first.

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto

Genre: fluff, romantic, a little bit of comedy (after getting yelled at, gotta cope), nothing suggestive (Maybe idk), anonymous ending cus idk wtf I'm going to do with the ending so up to you whether you both start dating or nah.

Countered Love- Attack

Okay, so maybe it was a bad idea to accept the invitation from this fortunate, living, takoyaki. Man's smirking when you did, why didn't you read the signs???? Like bro, even a fish would flop back to sea if he ever tried to make an offer. But, let's say your good with these games (thank you, Idia for yapping 12 hours straight abt each game, smart-ass.) And thankfully, the game he offered you to play was one of the many recent rants from Idia, you've miraculously remembered. Keep in mind, once you lose, this fucker comes up with outrageous requests.

... speaking of outrageous... why don't you turn that favor back to him? Ah, well he'll never see it coming.

So, as soon as you entered his club, right? He was there smugly looking at you like he knew your phone password. "Ah, prefect, you're here!" Exclaimed Azul, with arrogance. Oh, your going to love this.

"Yeah, I guess I am." Obviously, who tf did he expect? A penguin to come in? Okay, maybe you did look like it but beside the point. "Alright! But, before we start the game..." Azul paused to let the dramatic effect take in, like he's about to throw a grenade at you. "What." Just straight to the point prefect 🙏. "Fufu~ eager already?-" "Please, just get to the point." You said exasperated. "Hm, alright. I just wanted to make this game a bit more... fun, shall I say." He said with so much fcking vague implications, atp you don't know what to make out of it, so you just embrace for whatever crazy shit he can come up with, while thinking of a counter attack to deflect it. Hmm...

Weren't praises and compliments his weakness or smth? Considering the fact, he wasn't praised or complimented as much in his life... how about you give him a little, pleasent surprise...?

"Making it fun? How exactly?" You question (don't ask on what face your making, it's up to you for imagination), "Well, the rules are simple. Whoever wins, gets to ask the loser something! Simple, right?" Oh, so it's the typical 'I win, I get. You lose, I take' thing. "Fufufu~ I wonder, prefect. What you're willing to do once you've lost?" And this man gives you a smile like this was some sort of gambling game (okay maybe it is considering your imagination). "And if you lose and I win, Ashengrotto?" You questioned mockingly. "Hm? If I lose, I do whatever you say. It's only fair we-" "And if I win, then tell you to kiss me, on the lips specifically. Would you do it?" You smile (or smirk), damn. You freaky freaky. But question: does he match your freak?

Well, apparently you got your self-explanatory answer right there because he literally cooked himself into takoyaki. Look at him, prefect. You broke this guy. Poor octi. "W-what? P-pardon m-me- AHEM! Pardon m-me, but that was... was completely!-" "But you said I can ask of you whatever I want and you'll do it, right? What's wrong? Shy, my dear?"

Now, you little shit. Your playing with his feelings aren't you? That's...that's not fair! He was supposed to make you flustered, not the other way around! Why are you playing with the strings in his heart? He was like, red. Like, Riddle type of red. He- he was supposed to be the one that rizzes you! But.. it's not that bad... BESIDES THAT.

"Ahem!- Nonsense! Alright- let's just start the round already!" He stammers like a little kid with anxiety.

Thank the sevens, Idia told you about this one. But, maybe your memory is faltering, oh well. Let's hope lady luck is on your side. Whoever loses, gives the winner their reward.

After a few rounds of [TWST'S GAMES OR WHATEVER]...

You've somehow won all a few rounds. Phew, at least you haven't gotten robbed of anything of your (non) valuables. In some rounds, he'd win, in other rounds, you'd win. But mostly you've started to make moves on Azul Each. Time. You see an opportunity in doing so. And no, it wasn't meant to distract him in the game (technically it is, but shhh), it was more like doing this out of a will. He's just, so cute whenever his cheeks are pink. Are they biteable, though? Eh, not sure. But Azul looked pretty when he was so focused on the game. The way his brows furrowed in concentration, his eyes sharpening with intent and calculations, his lips in a slight frown, and oceanic blue eyes darting to theorize every move you'll make. It's cute, really. So much that you've actually breathed out: "You're truly beautiful... Why aren't you mine, yet?" Your breath hitched, you wanted to pass out on the spot. Azul paused mid-play, "W-huh...?" His deep-sea eyes widen in surprise, completely off-guard with your sudden compliment, "P-prefect... if this is one of your jokes or teasing again, please don't..." His heart couldn't take anymore of it, it fucking hearts bro. Like, complimenting him whenever he won against you, praises when he did a move correctly, and even admiring his eyes.

It was all too much for the poor mer, you were enchanting to him. Far too charming than he could admit. Being praised and complimented by you, he felt heat rushing to his cheeks, fades of pink hues kissed on his cheek. "Pink really suits your face, Azul. And no, I'm not joking this time." You said, finally brain-absent, just Azul. Rent-free. The game had paused, he didn't know what to say. The praises were overwhelming, the compliments were luring him in towards you like the call of a siren, eyes alluring and it gleams in admiration, soft expression paints your face, for him.

You and Azul were just staring at each other, game forgotten. Well, until-

Tap.

"I win, my Azul."

Were the words you said, still making eye-contact with him. But, even in this state he could still manage a few words, the only thing that was getting in the way, was stuttering. "A-ah, w-well... uhm... I guess you've w... won this time, prefect..." He said whilst averting his eyes elsewhere, he was too embarrassed to look at you in the eye. "Ahem- s-since you've won, well, What may you ask of me?" Azul Ashengrotto, a man of business, a successful man, a shady mer, the sea merchant, and many more names, was defeated by you, both from mind games and the chase of cat and mouse. You've ensnared his heart a very long time ago, though. And this was your final... well, let's say affection counter.

"What I ask of you? Hm, I would like a

Kiss."

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P.s SORRY IF IT WAS SHORT, ITS NIGHTTIME AND JUST GOT HOME SO I HAD TO HURRY, SORRY MY LOVEEE !!!! But anyway your blushy Azul is served!

💋🪽

@nesting-dreams

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: I think it's going to be so exciting to see how this develops. I absolutely love to see the Red Team come back, you know, this whole kind of, you know, unity that they've put together that's put them in front, I love that. I love to see that. And now, I kind of want to destroy it now, right? I feel like that's like my character's purpose now. It's like, "Damn, my team is losing, let's find a way to not lose anymore." But yeah, I don't know, I– ramble over. I just love this.

Bagi: And I think it's a great addition for the role playing that we are going to do after this because we need to kill each other. And then after this, man, it's a lot of crazy stuff going on. I mean, Cellbit just killed me today, and I was like, in shock because I was standing still. I was just looking at his face. I couldn't even bring my sword, I was just looking. And then, man, after this sht is gone, we are going to have the craziest conversation ever.

Quackity: Yeah, so that's a really cool part. I saw that clip, and I feel like this is giving everyone a really good character development because keep in mind that right now, we are playing with no fcking rules, right? We're playing with what we think is right, we're playing with the cards that were dealt. But what I want to see is the development of everyone's characters right after.

There's gonna be... interesting conversations to be had. There's gonna be interesting arcs to be had based off of this event alone, and I think that's absolutely wonderful. And if there's something I can implore people to do is to not take it seriously. Like, this is literally for entertainment purposes, and I feel like for creators themselves too, it gives them an opportunity to develop– if they want to develop a character arc, that's cool. If they just want to play, that's cool too. I think people should not take it seriously, it's for entertainment purposes only, and I personally am so excited to see all the development that's gonna come after because we haven't even seen all of Purgatory yet.

[shunshunrika]

I just saw your megumi smut and need morrree! How about hanging out with the other sorcerers where he has to pull you away to have his way with you because your coyly teasing him.

(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠).... I don't want to make it coy towards Megumi though:( so see if you like what the devil on my shoulder made me write~

It's so fcking long tho, sorry bout that but I needed to flesh it out or my brain would explode.

content warnings: Okay y/n is a bxtch and megumi is too. afab!reader x megumi fushiguro, SMUT. unprotected rough sex, oral(f! recieving), overstim, penetrative sex, dacryphilia, humiliation, restraints, orgasm denial, consensual, petnames, gags, and the like. I am NOT proofreading this monstrosity.

minors dni

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The glass bottle takes a decisive turn before its neck points indisputably at you.

"Y/N. The bottle chooses you. What do you pick?" Panda asks, a Cheshire smile gracing his face as the game of Truth or Dare between the adults draws on. It was Jujutsu High's 10 year reunion and all of you were grown ups and seasoned sorcerers now.

"Well since all of you pussies were choosing truth." You say, lifting your chin, "I choose dare!"

"Perfect!" Panda claps his paws together with Inumaki nodding beside him "Tuna Mayo!"

"I dare you to kiss one of the people here except Megumi ofcourse, for 10 minutes"

Well fair enough. These perverts won't make you kiss your sweetheart of 7 years in front of everyone. It won't be spicy enough since the two of you were practically a married couple to them. They wanted some drama and today out of all days, you felt like giving it to them.

As soon as the dare escapes Pandas mouth, Megumi lays a hand on your thigh under the drink ladden table.

Earlier in the day, Megumi had the balls to tell you to act 'civilized'. Recently, Megumi had hit the age where he looked a bit too irresistible (yeah, ironed formals, shadow of a clean shave, light lines of age and the sparkle of a young ceo, iykyk) and you were leaving no chance to smooch your sweetheart in public. Megumi didn't want you to showcase such behavior in front of your mates and former senpais.

Cool Megumi, then someone else will get your smooches and you knew already who the group favorite was to receive your kiss.

"w-w-why is everyone staring at me?" Yuuji Itadori quacked out, his faces barely hiding his embarrassment.

"We know you still like Y/N Itadori. Although Megumi's put a ring on her pretty much" Nobara elbows Yuuji mischievously while Megumi's grip on your thigh tightens.

"This is your time to shine,BROTHER" Aoi Todo (Yuuji's +1) slaps Yuuji's back hard, knocking the air out of him.

Wasting no time, you get up and head over to Yuuji's side of the table and slide between him and Maki as Yuuji literally starts to lose consciousness.

"Yuuji, I can't believe you still like me" you say, holding his face and looking into his teary eyes with passion. You decide to take it one step further and start unbuttoning his shirt gingerly while everyone lets out a gasp of horror.

"Y/N! The dare was to kiss not have..have..s-s-" Maki says nervously.

"You can't have sex here in public. Besides what about Megumi?!" Panda voices and all eyes turn to Megumi. Megumi who is known for having a composed nature didn't look quite composed in this moment. You smirk at your boyfriend.

"Aw. Megumi won't mind. Would you?" You coo at him, palming Yuuji's muscular chest.

"Well then" you say, lowering yourself to close the distance between you and Yuuji while Yuuji sweats bullets, unable to make decisions and wondering if his bestfriend will beat him up later.

In the last second before your action you saw Megumi's eyes go wide and heartbroken. You turned your head swiftly to kiss Maki on the cheek instead earning a shriek from everyone at the table.

"h-huh? Huhhh?" Maki goes, covering the cheek you kissed.

"What y'all really thought I'd kiss another man? How low is your opinion of me!" You say, pouting as you hear Yuuji and practically everyone else sink into their chairs in relief. Everyone except Megumi who gets up and grabs his belongings.

"I'll head home for the evening guys. Have fun" he says, making eye contact and smiling at everyone except you. You feel your jubilant smile drop quickly as you hurry to be beside him.

"W-well, guess I'll be going too" you say awkwardly, waving a goodbye to the stunned group.

Megumi ignored your declaration as he headed to his car without waiting for you and you had to practically chase him down before he could leave without you. You got into the Mercedes just as its engine purred to life smoothly.

"Megumi!" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Are you nuts? Were you going to leave without me?" You asked in a panic while Megumi remained as cool as a cucumber and gave you no reaction nor response whatsoever. He simply drove at lightspeed, hands not letting go of the steering while you pleaded with him.

.

"Megumi. It was a joke alright." You said, hastily removing your strappy heels, cursing at how difficult they were. Megumi had already shut the door behind him as he entered the house. When you managed to open the door again, you screeched "You're fucking overreacting!"

Dead silence.

Megumi had stopped in his tracks to turn to look at you with fearsome eyes bearing a shadow of hostility. You gulped at his aura.

"I am overreacting? Huh?" He said, approaching you and pulling you by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm overreacting? Let me see. That means I can call Nobara here and fuck the brains out of her no?" He asks, his eyes guaging your reaction. You are unable to speak, struggling under his iron grip.

He opens the door to your bedroom and pushes you onto the bed.

"You want me to bring Momo and Miwa here and overstimulate the daylights out of them right in front of you? I'd like that to be honest. It really turns me on you know. Ahhh."

"Me-Megumi, stop that." You say, looking up at his towering figure from the bed. "You don't have to go that far."

"What's wrong?" He asks. "Feeling bad?" He deftly removes his striped tie from his collar in one go and wraps it in rolls around his hand.

"You're so dramatic Y/N." Megumi smirks. "I'm not doing anything, I'm just voicing my thoughts. You should get the joke" he says, grabbing both of your hands in one of his and tying them up with his tie.

"I'm sorry." You say timidly. You'll be fine after all. He's going to have makeup sex now.

After every argument you have ever had with Megumi, he always turns to makeup sex as a way to express his apology incase the fight got too heated. He hasn't ever used his tie as a restraint during makeup sex before though, so that left you curious and directionless.

"Nobara." He declares. "that's the safe word." An evil glint in his usually kind eyes.

"Are you serious?" You ask.

"I make jokes less frequently than you do" he says, hands waiting on the hem of the velvety skirt you are wearing. This was his way of asking for permission. For whatever he has set up, till now and whatever he's about to do. You gulp, intimidated and excited at the same time. If you were to voice refusal, Megumi would stop instantly.

"Fine then. Nobara it is. Not like I'll use it ever." You say, sticking out your tongue to him.

With that greenlight, Megumi wastes no time stripping you off your pencil skirt and halter neck top as you squirm with your arms behind you, getting eager by the second.

"Wow, look at you." he says, grabbing you by the jaw. "Humiliation doesn't affect you at all."

"It's because it's my Megumi." you grin at him. "Kiss me." you pout, trying to hoist yourself up despite your restraint but Megumi backs up swiftly.

"Nuh-uh." he smirks. "You won't get to lay a finger on me today."

"What?" you gasp and plop back down. "That's not fair. I want to suck on your lips right now!"

"Sounds like your problem." he says, cocking his head to side, removing your lacy panties out of the way - a practice of several years. Right when he's about to go down on you though, his phone buzzes with life.

Megumi looks over his shoulder to check as you protest when he proceeds to pick it up. He holds it between his ear and left shoulder, continuing to descend on you.

"Yeah, Itadori, what's up?" he says, licking a stripe up one of your nether lips. Your body freezes at that. You can faintly hear Yuuji's voice on the other end since he's so LOUD.

"Hey bud. I just wanted to check if you and Y/n are okay. Y'all left so suddenly. I'm really sorry about what happened, I told Panda senpai off after that and Maki senpai contributed a few punches."

"Hey, you're worrying too much." Megumi says, grabbing your hips and placing a kiss on your swollen clit earn a moan from you.

"Huh? What was that?" Yuuji asks on the other end, and you shake your head furiously at Megumi.

"Hmm... nothing. You're hallucinating." Megumi says, sucking on the nub, making your wrap your thighs against his head.

"If you're having a popsicle or something I'll call later yo. Eat in peace." Yuuji says, innocently, cutting the phone as you sigh in relief.

"Ah what a killjoy." Megumi curses, kissing your inner thighs.

"What are you relieved about?" he asks before plunging tongue-first into the depths of your pussy and staying there to explore the walls with his muscle. The inability to use your hands to grab on to something, his hair, the sheets, anything was really messing with you. You just smothered him with thighs to maintain your grip on reality. Your hips raised up and away from him when he found a particularly sensitive spot inside you. He placed a hand on your belly to keep you from moving. "Where are you running away, baby?"

"M-m-megumi. I am so close." you stammer as he continues his assault on your womanhood. "- so, so, so close. GOD." you gasp.

At that moment, Megumi removes his mouth from your vagina, making your eyes go wide in horror and anger.

"What? H-hey, get back on there. What are you doing?" you say, struggling against the sheets.

"Y/N. I'll do things my way, okay." Megumi smiles at you. "And shut up for a bit." he says, stuffing the panties he discarded earlier into your mouth. Your head spun from your own potent scent. You don't know how he dealt with it.

You watched him silently as he wasted time kissing your thighs and pussy lips again. He knew exactly what he was doing. This was no less than a declaration of war.

You still had reign over your lower body so you thrust your hips up and onto his mouth, surprising him. This time, he continued what he was doing, but it was a restart for you anyway.

More suckling. More tongue dives. More muffled moaning later, another orgasm blooms inside you and your eyes roll back. But Megumi let's go moments before you're about to climax.

"Mmmm!" you whimper, unable to say anything. Your eyes well up with tears. Megumi spots this and removes the fabric from your mouth. He leans in a bit too close to your face and coos at you. "Why is my bratty baby crying?" his brows go up in sympathy. "You feeling overwhelmed?"

At this point, you pool all of your strength to raise yourself up and chase his lips and he backs away again.

"Hmm.. no."

Now you practically have a river flowing down your cheeks. Your pussy hurts from almost hitting peak twice or thrice. It sucks. Megumi sucks. Yet, yet... you were somehow still turned on.

"Megumi." you say seriously. "You know I haven't thought about anyone except you for a decade right?"

"I rejected Yuuji four times because I was so in love with you back in school. Do you not remember? And Yuuji still had it better than me, because you rejected me a dozen times throughout school, you ass!" you remind him. It was true. You fell first. But he seemed to have fallen harder over the years. He had given you one chance on graduation day and you had completely capitalized on it.

"It had always been you Megumi. My first one and my only one." you say, now crying for real.

"Shh.." Megumi whispers, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Y/N." He kisses your forehead and nose next. "You really know how to turn the situation your way, you smartass." he says, snaking a hand under your body to grope your ass. His hands brush against your tied up ones.

He makes you sit up and unties you, checking to make sure there aren't any marks. Fortunately, there aren't. The first thing you do is swing your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. "Never stop me from touching you again." you mumble into the crook of his neck.

You feel something sticking out and poking at your thigh and you find Megumi's angry cock dying to grab your attention. Megumi gulps as you eye his member curiously.

"Megumi." you start. "Should I do to you what you did to me?"

"Nobara." he says.

"HUH?" you raise your voice, unable to understand why he suddenly took her name until you remember it's your safe word.

"What? You want to stop?" you ask him genuinely.

"No, I don't. But if you deny me my orgasm. It might be too much for me to handle." he admits embarrassingly, pursing his lips.

"Megumi, you are too cruel." you say, hoisting yourself up and impaling yourself on his hard on. You appreciate how it fills you up completely. "I am not letting you get away." you add, starting to bounce up and down on his cock, angling yourself so it hits your good spots. You also make your chest is suffocating Megumi at all times as you let a symphony of moans and whines flow out of you.

You hold on to his muscular shoulders for dear life as your nth orgasm of the day creeps up onto you. This time you don't tell him you are coming and let yourself get undone on his cock, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

"Oh my goodness." you cry out, leaning away from him. You look at his face and realize by his fucked up expression that he probably came alongside you. This gives you a brilliant idea as you quickly recover from your climax.

You don't stop moving around his cock. You keep up at it like you never came and Megumi starts to scratch at your back, clearly overstimulated but not saying anything. You proceed to then crash your lips against his, twisting his nipple in your fingers as he whimpers. Eventually, it becomes too much for him to bear.

He separates from you, drooling. "Y/n. W-wait. It's too much!"

"It's not." you say teasingly. "Just once more." You keep up your pace, making him thrust in and out of you. Before you can best him though, he recovers too.

He grabs your waist and changes positions, pushing you into the mattress and into a mating press, thrusting into you like a monster.

"M-m-megu-" you are unable to speak from how hard you are being moved. You come again. and again. and again. and Megumi keeps going. Like a crazed animal.

"Stop I'll die now!" you scream, your knees bumping against your chin from the position.

This is when Megumi finally releases for the second time, and collapses on you.

"Payback, for all those times I didn't let you -"

"Megumi, you're really - " you manage to whisper as you feel your eyes starting to shut.

The both of you doze off just like that, entangled and dirty with juice.

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(okay boys, thanks for reading! LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS. I do have an idea for part 2 of this where Megumi feels gulity about how he behaved and tries to make it up to the reader. it'll be fluffy and romantic. I'll write it if this gets enough hits and enough people want a part 2. PEACE :) )

[theacemagpie]

Mahakumbh Mela: The Once-In-144 year event, mixing Faith and Science!

aka- Me losing my mind over the science and logistics and geeking out about space for a full 15 paragraphs!

Before I start, I'll give a brief overview of what Kumbh Mela is for all my Non-Indian, Non-hindu friends and Indian-Hindus (like me) that didn't know much about this.

Kumbh Mela (or Kumbha Mela) is a major Hindu pilgrimage taken by devout followers every 12 years to mark one revolution of Brihaspati (Jupiter). There's several types of Kumbhs outside of the 12-yearly cycle that is the Ardh (half), celebrated every 6 years and Maha (major), celebrated every 144 years!

The last one is the one we have this year!!! It's been 144 years since that happened- ie. The last Mahakumbh in Prayagraj was in 1881!

Anyway there's religious and cultural significances that I'm not the best person to explain but you can read it in articles and all- IM HERE TO TALK ABOUT THE SCIENCE AND THE COOLNESS OF THE EVENT!!

Okay so despite being a religious festival there's a significant amount of cool science here-

It takes Jupiter approximately 12 Earth years (4333 days) to travel once around the Sun. That's the event thats marked by each Kumbh mela, which means we can literally calculate the years when this happened all the way back to when this festival started!!!!

Also know why the Mahakumbh is every 144 years? It's cause there's 12 cycles of revolutions that's happened in those years making it extra culturally significant but ya know what that means?

Jupiter's been around the Sun about 12 times since 1881!!!!

Like cmon that's such a cool fact to know! I love that! Fck yeah I didn't need that information but I love that wooo!

The Kumbh Mela is also one of the largest peaceful gathering of people in the world and the world's largest congregation of religious pilgrims!

THERE WERE 50 MILLION PEOPLE IN ATTENDANCE IN 2019???!?!?!

50 fcking million! That's the largest public gathering of Hindus ever recorded- and guess what it's only estimated to increase.

Anyway yes this year from Jan 13th to Feb 26th is going to be insane in Allahabad. The amount of organization and logistics of planning and maintaining order with that huge a crowd is going to be insane!

It's approximated about 40 crore (400 million) people will show up to Prayagraj, Allahabad for this once in a lifetime event!

Sorry I'm just so geeking out over how huge this is. Like I'm an Atheist but the sheer devotion in that many people just woah!

Anyways yeah I doubt anyone cares but I thought this was cool and I had to geek out somewhere. I've probably missed a lot of stuff so feel free to add to this!

[adolins-heart]

NO ONE TELL ME IF IM RIGHT I WANNA FINISH THE BOOK FIRST.

I have a Wind and Truth theory that is either totally fcking insane or right on the mark and idk if I'm just trying to ignore the possibility that any of my faves could die

SO. Szeth has been set up to be a new Herald and be of the Oathpact in one way or another. And Shallan was the child that Chana hoped had inherited the oathpact and take the struggle from her. So. What if. Instead of defeating Odium now, they merely succeed in binding him for long term again by creating a New Oathpact, of our various newly healed and open minded heroes.

The entire book has been subverting expectations of these characters, Kaladin is learning to allow himself to be Okay, he's recognizing he can help people without losing himself to it. Shallan is learning a similar lesson, but also learning to trust herself and process her experiences and traumas. Dalinar is being confronted with the fact that changing doesn't make up for all he's done, that even though his intentions are better now, he's doing the same things he always has. Navani is learning to question all she's known about history and science, to question the way she's always done things with fabrials and trying to do better. Adolin feels that he is obsolete in the current world, while time and again doing things that are vital to the continued resistance of Odium. He's also the first proof that deadeye Spren can heal and learn, and he cares so deeply about everything. Renarin is learning how to be strong and look out for himself, but also that it's okay to hold people close, it's okay to say what you're thinking and find a way to communicate with people who assume they understand you. Rlain is learning the true history of his people, learning that peace doesn't mean one side defeating the other, as much as he understands the need for retribution for his people. Venli is learning what she wants to do, learning to care and set aside the easy route in favor of what is RIGHT. Szeth has been learning that no matter the horror he has wrought, of his own accord or others, that there are no black and white answers, and that it's okay to want to heal and be better and set death aside. Jasnah has just had all of her failings in her own personal moral code laid bare before her.

I think a new Oathpact formed of this group, human and listener, could be a really fascinating option. I think it would result in a LOT of the people they know passing on while they can't save them, but I feel like that's already happening as it is?

Idk it may not go this way at all but I think it's still a fascinating direction to consider

[smoll-tangerine]

UN AMOUR D’ÉTÉ, a timestamp mini-series (3/5)

[14:45] → [11:27] → [10:00]

[a/n]: abOUT FCKING TIME I UPDATED THIS TIMESTAMP MINI-SERIES LMFAO. anyway, this ain’t proofread so apologies if you see mistakes

you visit a small town with your friends and you somehow keep bumping into this really cute boy at every place you visit.

[10:00] “Are you sure you don’t mind going to the museum for our first date?”

Jaehyun looked at you with a lopsided grin and nodded at your question. “I like the sound of that.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Like the sound of what?”

“You said first date.” He chuckled. “That implies we’re definitely going on more dates in the future.”

You scrunched your nose in response. You didn’t know whether you should feel embarassed by his teasing or flattered that he was interested in going on more dates with you. You also didn’t know how to feel about the way his chuckle would make your tummy be filled with butterflies.

You’d always enjoyed going to the museum on the first date. They allowed you to see just what kind of person they are as they peruse through the artworks. The silence and serenity that came with museums, in your opinion, shed light on whether they were a compatible partner or not. And even if it turned out that the person was a complete ass, at least you got a free museum visit out of it, you were never really on the losing side.

The exhibition showcased multiple artworks by Picasso, and it was one that you were really excited for. As a matter of fact, before you even met Jaehyun, you were already planning on checking the exhibition out alone since your friends were not too interested in museums, to begin with. While you didn’t mind visiting the museum to begin with, it was still nice to have some company.

“What do you think?”

Startled, you made a confused face as you missed what he asked you. Jaehyun chuckled and leaned down to be closer to you, and you lended your ear.

“I asked you what do you think?”

Jaehyun’s deep voice tickled your ear and sent butterflies down your stomach. His voice was too attractive.

You went on your tippy toes so that you could reply while Jaehyun leaned down further. However, it seemed as if a miscommunication between the two of you occurred and your lips ended up on his cheek.

“Oh.”

Jaehyun seemed surprised by the small kiss on his cheek, though pleased at the same time. He gave you a small smirk and chuckled lowly.

“Was that your answer?”

You scrunched your nose in response. While still shy from the accidental cheek kiss, you were relieved that Jaehyun didn’t tease you too much about it. So you decided to tease him back further.

“So, an accidental peck on the cheek is all it takes to satisfy you, huh?”

But your small plan kind of backfired on you as he replied, “Want to test that theory and see what it takes to satisfy me?”

Your jaw dropped slightly. You were evidently flustered by his words, which was funny since you knew from the start that Jaehyun was a flirt, but you didn’t know just how much his words could affect you.

Abashed, you quickly made your way to the next painting, wanting to get away from Jaehyun just a little just so he couldn’t tell how hot your cheeks had gotten.

You then felt a hand snaked into yours and it pulled you back slightly. You quickly turned around, to see that Jaehyun was the one who was holding you back. (Who else, really?)

Jaehyun must have seen the questioning look om your face and squeezed your hand gently.

“Hold onto my hand,” he said. “Wouldn’t want to lose you in this crowd.”

“Okay,” you said with a subtle nod of your head and squeezed his hand back, reassuring Jaehyun that you were more than okay with this.

As he pulled you to the next room, you couldn’t help but giggle at how red his ears had become. Turns out you weren’t the only one feeling bashful.

And you couldn’t help but think that this was something you could get used to.

[judeswhore]

i always imagine jude being so excited when u tell him ur pregnant like he legit breaks down and kisses all over u after u tell him. and it’ll happen in the cutest way, maybe y’all order some takeout and ur fcking that shit up and he’s giggling all “babe, slow down” and ur like “it’s obvious that i’m eating for two?” and then he looks at u processing what u just said and then his eyes tear up “you’re….?”, and you’re nodding ur head with the best smile on ur face and he just scoops u into his arms, mumbling how happy he is and how you’re so perfect for him. overall such a giddy baby daddy :(( would most def lose his mind when the baby starts kicking, he’s just so obsessed with u

him just being so happy and excited throughout the whole pregnancy bc he really can’t wait to be a dad and he’s gotten into the habit of when ur laying down together he’ll have his hand on ur bump just rubbing over it so softly. and youse will be laid in bed one night just watching tv, jude curled up against ur side, his palm rubbing soothing circles over ur bare bump and he’ll suddenly feel a soft kick and his entire face wld just light up and he’d get all excited wanting to feel it again and ur just giggling at him bc you’ve felt it so many times now but jude just always missed it. he’d feel so emotional tho if the baby started to kick like in response to his voice like he’ll talk to ur bump abt his day or something and ur baby wld kick and he’d look at u with such a big grin all “definitely gna be a daddy’s girl/boy” which just has u rolling ur eyes. always kisses ur bump too before he leaves!!! like kisses u to say goodbye and then drops down in front of u to kiss ur bump and goes “and one for my little bug too” and it always puts a lump in ur throat bc u can already just tell he’s gna be the perfect dad

[the-last-magpie]

Can you share some more of your thoughts on Hook/Bonecrusher? Love them together

Oohh dear, this ask makes me happy. Also I didn't know there were more of us out there. I'll gladly answer.

In general, I think they are the perfect duo for a mix of rage, disfunctionality, passion and growth. They are dissimilar and also so very alike. Hook fights his emotions, Bonecrusher is sometimes very led by them, and viceversa. This of course creates friction in their interactions, sometimes it is stimulating and sometimes it's just disheartening. They pass the majority of their life together so this salad of things escalates. In my personal view, Crusher is somewhat attracted (this is not acknowledged, at least in the beginning) by how Hook is just simply untamable. Hook speaks his mind and doesn't care most of the time, he feels so above, with reason often, and this confusing mix draws Crusher to him, like he has to crush this stubborness to perfection. All right, he won't express it healthily, so he jabs him. He provokes him. And Hook, being very touchy BUT also very in the need of always having someone giving him attentions, just let's it happen in time. Because he IS intelligent and knows that he is often hated for how he is, but he has this unstoppable force (Crusher) that somehow keeps, silently, chasing him. Also I don't see BC as an incompetent, not at all. They work together, BC is a good "nurse", in spite of what he is supposed to represent. They clash and sometimes come to blows. They are never still, they can't because there's sooo much going on. In the end I can see them getting so attached (not in a corny way maybe) because it can get addictive. Always having someone fueling your vulnerabilities and make you question them (and yourself) when you win or lose against them. Hook is not so cold and BC not so fervent, that's what they learn and there's peace in that. You know what they say about opposites? I fcking hate that sentence BUT it applies. If they can survive all this and come out alive then baby that's love~

Also if I'll have the guts I'll maybe try writing something on them in the future, even a one-shot ff, because this needs an essay.

THANK you so much for the ask dear anon, and you can share your thoughts too if you want!

[obsidianpen]

see I think its the level of self loathing of V in NG that convinced me he's the most in love he's ever been compared to Hauntingly and B&G. I think in hauntingly was him learning what love is like a whole ass discovery that he can love and ofc out of everyone he would chose to love harry. B&G tom is the one with the least form of power imbalance given they both similar ages/adults so its strangely healthier cause of the boundaries & respect there and he considers things like his goals/future compared the more passionate adoration obsession love of hauntingly. But the thing about NG tom is his love is a mix of both he needs boundaries and I think does want a future with harry in which harry's mind and thoughts are imp like B&G but he has that toxic want and infatuation of hauntingly. But this mixage is horrible because when he loses control he loses it spectacularly and the worst we've ever seen any of the other 2 fics( the rape) but when he's good he's also good in a way he's never been before and to no one( like the only fic in which has his romantic love interest completely in his grasp not running away from him/or running a different game like in the other 2 fic but completely captive he's aware he's in love and he's still utterly and completely powerless)

Now my point on self loathing is in order to ahve the level of self loathing Voldemort has it requires him to put aside his ego completely to believe he doesn't deserve harry. that even if he could have him and have harry love him and say it he realizes he doesn't deserve him and that's an actual constant obstacle. where as I feel like in b&g and hauntingly if harry or hermione confessed they loved him he'd struggle trusting it but he would still believe it because he's selfish enough to want their love he wants to consume their light or mind enough he would take it. where as even if NG harry offered up his love I think his own understanding of his own horribleness would prevent him long term to be with harry and that sort of selflessness to reject what you want dearly indicates "more" love if you can quantify it. Idk if that made any sense hahah but thats my strange take on the whole thing.

I do get what your saying really, that’s part of why V was all sardonic and sarcastic in NG in recent chapters with his, ‘how would you feel to have the heart of a fcking monster in your keeping?’, because he already knows the answer - no one wants the heart of a fcking monster, because why would they, that would be crazy. It’s also why when Harry first tried to be all seductive (ulteriorly ofc) V called him out on it. What a mess they’re in haha

[master-of-stupidity]

Fuck it gonna put all my Tangled rants into a single thread that I'll just continue on if needed-

Oldest to newest btww (also spoilers most of these r about Eugene btw ik ik I'm a lil autistic spare me 💀)

That one part of Bruno is Orange but Eugene coded-

"Did you hear about that Father

Sent his own infant son away

And said "It's to *dangerous* for

you to stay so, I had to *save* you" "

I may be cringe but I am FREE

Yo omg ok so my brother is singin a Into the Woods song while I look at Tangled stuff n it made me remember a scene from the play where Gothel yells at the Prince "Rapunzel can think for herself!" n like- dude Cass said the same thing in Cassandra's Revenge to Eugene! Ooo girlll-

The way I would kill so many ppl if it meant getting a series about Lance n Eugene as kids like broooo imagineee-

Its crazy how like I'll be enjoying my day than suddenly I'll see a post of a mf going "Hey what if Eugene thought he was a yr younger cuz he was like a rlly scrawny kid?" Yeah ok sure n what if I hit u with a *metal pole*

My tangled ocs r so random its hilarious- like it goes from a bodyguard,a greedy businessman,a ringleader,n than that one serial killer who turns ppl into meat pies like how did we get here???? 😭🙏

I just remembered like just a few days ago my brother randomly said "vase" while playing Fortnite n my ass just said "vAHse" just to fck w/ him n like that kinda reminded me of that one scene of Eugene n Cass like damn they were sibling coded frrr lmao I miss em

Wdym there was a scrapped Eugene n Lance childhood episode??🧍And WDYM it's literally everything I ever wished for and more???????? 😃

Would love to see Eugene n Martin Kratt interact solely to see Martin be appalled n slowly lose his mind over how Eugene knows jackshit about animals 💀🙏

I think the Eugene genderbends look so weird to me because none of them kept the infamous goatee like cmon man don't be a coward give that girl some facial hair 🗣🗣

I should not be relating Heather's music to scenes from Tangled the Series yet here we r 😭

Omggg thinking about how Eugene proposing to Rapunzel in tts came from his abandonment issues n him literally not being able to see a life without Rapunzel omgg shut upppp leave me ALONEEE

Literally despise with every fiber of my being how the writers of the shitty Wreck it Ralph 2 movie had fcking RAPUNZEL of all ppl say "Do ppl assume all ur problems were solved just because a big strong man showed up?" They fcking HATEE the movie Tangled *so much* bro istggg

OMFG THE VOICE OF KING FREDRIC FROM TANGLED IS MR. FCKING KRABS WHAT?????

The way I wanna be bold n talk more about the "Over the Corona Walls" ep- esp about Staylan n Eugene n all the icky implications of that but I'm also so scared too cuz I fear ppl won't take me seriously or think I'm overanalyzing too much 😭🙏

Lowkey not over the fact Eugene was willing to trap himself back in an abusive relationship, "leaving" the one person he HAS died for n would die for again, all to save his best friend like bro don't TALK TO MEEEE

As u can tell I am totally normal n not at all ill about Eugene or this show 😁

What if I gave Eugene like- slight wedding trauma after the whole "Beyond the Corona Walls" incident??? I think it'd be kinda cool n in character ngll 🤭🤭

No but that prompt for the unaired Lance n Eugene episode STILL makes me so fcking ill bro stg can't STAND those mfss bro 😭😭

"And if I gave up on being *pretty* I wouldn't know how to be ALIVE" is SO Eugene coded idc idc idccccc

You think if I put Eugene Fitzherbert in The Amazing Digital Circus he'd be a walking dumpster fire considering he needs an identity to function n in TADC u like- quite literally don't have one??? 💀

Was listening to an audio last night n now I kinda wish we knew like- what Eugene's mom was actually *like* in a way considering I don't think her character was ever explored :((

Why is this plushie literally Eugene Fitzherbert omgg I want it nowwww

To the ppl who only see others as their pfps lowkey rlly hope y'all just see me as jester Eugene Fitzherbert cuz that'd be rlly funny n I'd love that 💀🙏 like yes I truly am just Eugene in a jester fit yappin my ass off on twitter dot com LMFAOOO (btw follow me @/theratbatjester)

[foxymoxynoona]

currently rereading flux, just finished chapter 41 and saw a comment i left when i read it for the first time

“istg if he takes sasha to the tattoo shop without even mentioning he was fcking that girl i’ll lose my mind”

bitch call me raven like i predicted that shit i’ve read this boi down to a filthy, if i didn’t know this story ends up with them married and happy i would be the first person with my pitchfork out advocating for sasha to dump his sorry ass

(fyi only read like 1 or 2 chapters from the new book and the moment i saw he would take her there i dipped, currently in the middle of reading their first big fight after he gave her the clap so im not his biggest fan rn, but hopefully when i finish flux and start the new book he’ll surprise me and i’ll be able to put my pitchfork down)

Ravennnnn haha.

It was great fun to me to watch people predicting the "worst" thing that could happen. I'm not sure if that means I"m doing a good job of making his behaviors predictable and accurate for his character or if you all just expect the worst from me 😂😂

I do think I've done a number on him and he has quite a bit of repairwork to do with both Sasha and readers. I kind of drew inspiration from the way the real JK has talked about the phases he went through when he was younger and feeling like he made it hard on everyone around him. It felt like a foundation for his character to be a mix of "I will make my problems everyone else's problems too" and "but I will not talk about them to get the help I need" haha, and can we see him grow beyond that...