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Love the way my parents know I'm a 50s bitch bc of the songs I put on AHHH
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If I had the ability to led on a grown ass man (without even doing much) for 5 centuries I'd be proud as fuck, lemme tell ya...
Mor probably...
#And I don't even have to do anything!!#Like he's just gonna stay in love with me all this time while I fuck other men (secretly women too... mostly women)#as if I haven't made it FUCKING CLEAR that I don't want a relationship with him...#I lost my virginity to another man to not led him on and make him think we can ever be more than just friends and family#And then I'm literally going through the most traumatic experience of my life and he confesses his great love to me#I'm not in the right place whatsoever and obviously its not a right time he's an idiot and doesn't read the room haha *awkward silence*#AND I just don't say anything and leave (I'm literally at loss for word at this point)#but it doesn't end here... he just doesn't get it!!!#even after that he doesn't try to get close to me and make me comfortable enough to be with him so we can share this strong friendship no..#he stands in the corner of the room look at me weirdly and broods waiting for a mate bond to snap...#I guess *flip hair over shoulder* *teehee* I'm just THAT bitch you know😌💅🏼#part of this man's brain doesn't work istg...#morrigan#the morrigan#pro morrigan#morrigan acotar#I'm sorry for being messy hehe#but I just couldn't resist it#it's both Mor and Azriel week lmao#I had this in my draft for like months!!! and I think now it's a right time to post it lol#this is not exactly an anti post#this mostly toward Azriel stans iykyk
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#coming to tumblr for the first time in three days just to bitch because i feel like shit <333#sorry if i havent responded to your message i will as soon as i get a grip but rn im just too busy#both with uni and with crying because a friend said a mean thing to me lol#and because im tired of this new friendship already and tired of hearing this girl talking how great she is lol#am i jealous? fuck yeah i am.#and it's not like she's mean like straight up. cause like.#when i say im really considering quitting and dropping out she tries to encourage me ig#but then she follows it up with 'ofc *I* never had a problem with this and that because it always just came naturally to me teehee#but yknow. dont give up uwu'#and she keeps sending me recordings of her singing to tell her how good she is and always tells me how her teacher praises her#and like. its cool. like i get it that its a nice feeling when you do something well and wanna share that joy with a friend#but idk. i just think its kinda. well not mean but a litt#*a little tone deaf? when ive just been telling her that im in a Bad Place rn and my voice isnt working as it should#and my pianist is bullying me and i end up crying on almost every lesson#and she hits me with a 'damn that sucks fuck that pianist dont give up tho <3#now do you wanna listen to me sing bel raggio lusinghier like a pro and my professor telling me i am sublime?'#also when i tell her that im sorry that im not very social and i just cannot stay and chat cause im having a horrible day today#and really dont feel well and she's like 'yeah i havent noticed anything you're always like that... *side eye*' in a way that suggests#im a horrible friend cause im not talking with her enough and yet again im disappointing her (aint that familiar lol)#i just. idk. the last two-three weeks have been absolutely horrible to me. i cant get out of bed i havent done a single colorful make up#in so long ive basically forgotten how to do that. and i loved doing fun make up looks that make people tell me i look like a clown.#but i just dont have the energy to do anything more than put on a random tshirt and spray dry shampoo on my unwashed hair#i dont even wear my rings anymore. ive stopped caring about being the pinkest slayest queerest looking bitch in the room cause i just. cant#and even some casual friend of mine asked me yesterday if im okay cause they can see something is Not Right. but SHE not only doesnt notice#anything. i have a feeling she feels like im disappoing and neglecting her because i cant be bothered to text with her 24/7#like idk. maybe its just my imagination but i barely even feel like an actual person. more like just a homunculus made to trail after her#and listen to her bragging about how pretty/talented/unbothered she is#oh and also for her to keep dissing m/ozart lol like idk why it hurts me so bad but then ig its not that unusual to feel shitty#when someone keeps talking shit about something you really love and are passionate about and making you feel like an idiot#because you like it. because its stupid and boring and you're a simpleton for enjoying it instead of liking sth more 'ambitious'
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Hey!! The ask you answered about some satosaugu fic recommendations kinda made me curious if you got any other fics to recommend. Pretty please? <33 (Also, I love your fics so much, been so fascinated with them ever since I found them. Please keep up the good work <3)
considering op didn't specify which fandom they wanted...I'm gonna go ahead and link every single one of my favorite fics mwahahaha
His Savior (geto suguru x reader)
Takes place right after Suguru kills the village and adopts his daughters. Reader is a non-sorcerer but is still able to weasel into his heart! For now its slice of life, super super cute
The Things that Lie beneath the Sea (Mermaid!OchaIzuKatsu x reader)
Reader is hinted to be recently divorced and decides to spend a year isolated on an island and meets three merpeople that are a bit too interesting. Even though im no longer in the mha fandom, i still go back to see if the author has added any chapters. Really really good! And it has a (sort of) language barrier!
Fight Night (MMA fighter!Sukuna x reader)
Reader gets tangled up with MMA fighter sukuna???? Yum???? it's like 80% smut buuuut the plot and they way they both bond is super cute too!
Zero day (Ghost x reader x Konig)
To avoid jail time, reader joins Task Force 141 as their tech support. Super interesting plot! I don't think it's being updated anymore:( but this is one of my favorite COD fics of all time!!!
Simple Math (Poly! Ghostsoap x Nurse!reader)
Soap and Ghost try to flirt with their oblivious nurse...despite soap being currently hospitalized
Bird Song (Jake sully x human!reader x neytiri)
Reader gets taken hostage by the Na'vi and becomes Neytiri's and Jake's babysitter. Yall its such a cute poly fic iloveitiloveitiloveitsosomuchhhh. Technically not completed but i think it ended perfectly!
Something (just like this) (Izuku x reader)
Reader gets hired to make pro-hero izuku a comic book based on his life and they bond! So so so cuteeeee ahhhhhh!!!!
Undone (Squid Game salesman! Kuroo x reader) (noncon)
Reader catches Kuroo with his latest victim player.
It's a vanasha fic. You already know it's gonna be amazing
Love, Death and Circuits (Android! YoRHa!Gojo x reader)
Reader wakes up ten thousand years in the future where humanity now lives on the moon. It's Android's gojo's first time meeting a human and they learn what happened while the reader was asleep.
THIS is the fic that got me into the nier automata hyperfixation for like three months. You do not need to play the game to understand this. It's a super sweet fic:) Yan gojo is there too as a treat!!!!
The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (Connor DBH x reader)
Post revolution. Androids and humans are trying to coexist. Reader is part of an organization to help ease this process along. Connor learns what it's like to fall in love
How many times have i reread this???? I'm not gonna answer that. It's so gorgeous. The author perfectly encapsulates a deviant connor. He's so lost and unsure but the way he keeps moving forward is so inspiring! And the mc and connor's blooming relationship is super cute to see. The world building the author is able to make from Cage's chicken scratch is amazing too! And philosophy!
I have like two thousand more but this is already long enough teehee. if yall read any pls pls pls give the authors a kudos/bookmark/comment!!!!
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Aizawa with a pro hero & highschool sweetheart reader finally talking again after months (or even years) of no contact 😋
a/n —hey hey anon!! thx for sending this in! I've never written for shouta b4 despite having read my fair share of media involving him lol. i hope i can do him justice for you!!! this is such an interesting prompt hehe p.s this was literally the funnest thing to write ever im actually incredibly invested. i might as well have fleshed out a whole au for this, not that it rlly reflects it i think haha!
blanca’s cafe event!
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Aizawa Shouta x GN!reader
Tags— semi-angst, awkwardness, mentions of injuries/war, bittersweet
CW/TW— Manga Spoilers?
note — quirk — Revitalize: the ability to heal wounds and injuries by simply touching the affected area. They can accelerate the body's natural healing process. Their healing abilities also extend to others. They must gain the energy to do so by taking it from enemies or using their own(think Moyra from overwatch, sorta. w/ a mix of bastille's group healing ability thing teehee).
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"Have We Met Before? by Tom Rosenthal, Fenne Lily"
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“ Will you know it when you see it? Have we met before?”
You hadn’t been in Japan for years, having been sent to America by the Hero Commission as soon as you had graduated from Yuuei. Adjusting to the culture (both civilian and hero) was a struggle, but you did well with your healing-centered quirk.
Once the war had taken place, the commission had called back all of the heroes they sent to foreign countries they could, and you just so happened to be one of them. All for One was a looming threat, and with the amount of casualties suffered, they sent you home to help the war effort.
You stand inside Yuuei’s walls, stomach rolling at the bleak sight. Cities had been razed while you were gone, and Yuuei had been converted into a base for civilians and heroes alike. People milled around almost aimlessly, no doubt restless, as they were afraid to leave school grounds. You make your way through the crowd, eyes focused on the building you had been directed to.
Yuuei hadn’t had dorms since you last checked, but amongst all the changes you’ve seen in your hometown, you didn’t have the energy to even question it. You hurry up the steps and knock idly on the door, rocking on your heels while you wait for it to open.
The door creaks open, and an eye with a black sclera blinks at you before it opens wider, revealing a yellow-eyed, pink girl. She grins tightly at you, obviously confused by your presence.
“Hello, can I help you?” She said, and you take note of her for just a second. Young, most definitely not any older than 17- and tired. Her demeanor screamed of exhaustion. You smile gently at her.
“Hi, Nezu directed me this way. I’m looking for your teacher. This is 2-A, right?” You say, taking a step back just in case you had gotten it wrong (which you hoped wasn’t the case, seeing as the dorms were marked with the class names). The girl nodded and opened the door further, shifting to allow you room to enter.
“Yeah! You’re in the right place.” She says, and you enter the building quickly. You take your shoes off and place them into one of the cubbies near the door, and you note the number of shoes already in the cubbies. It reminds you of school, and you can’t help but smile at the sight.
The girl hands you a pair of guest slippers, and as you put them on, she grins a little softer.
” I’m Mina, by the way.” She says. You nod, both of you making your way out of the genkan.
” You have a very pretty name, Mina. I’m Revitalight, but you can call me y/n.” You reply, and she squints a little at you.
” Revitalight? I’ve heard that name before…oh, and thank you.” She says, startled out of her contemplation as she remembered the compliment. You nodded, a soft laugh leaving you. Even with the war, she was kind and very much a child. It both saddened and warmed you how her demeanor did not wholly mirror that of the community outside.
You both make it to the couches, where another group of teenagers are milling around. Their idle conversations pause as you stand at the edge of one of the couches. You wave politely, and Mina gestures toward you excitedly.
“Please welcome American Pro Hero: Revitalight!” She introduced, and you don’t have it in you to fight the American label- you’ve been a Pro in America for longer than she’s been in school. No point in telling her you went to Yuuei, too - or that you were still under the HPSC’s rule. The others say hello enthusiastically, waving from where they were sprawled out on the couch.
“Please, call me y/n.” You say, sitting on an unoccupied section of the couch.
Mina explains you’re looking for their sensei, and a girl with frog-adjacent features stands from her place on the couch.
“I’ll get Sensei down here for you then.” She says, voice horse how you’d expect a frogs to be. You send her a grateful smile.
” Thank you.” You respond, and she does little more than nod and disappear down the hall.
“Why are you here, Revitalight-san?” A boy with glasses says, and you pause to consider what you can tell them.
“The commission asked me to return, and I’ve been dispatched here. Principal Nedzu said I should head here before finding Recovery Girl.” You explain, trying to ignore the way the kids around you sober up quickly at the mention of the Hero Commission. You didn’t know how much they knew, but you hoped it wasn’t much- for their sake.
“What’s your quirk do?” A blonde asks, and you can see his curiosity blatantly on his face. You smile and raise your hand, gesturing toward him. He straightens from his flopped-over position and stands excitedly, opening his arms.
” Hit me!” He says, pouting at the bespeckled boy when he tries to get him to sit down.
” Denki, we don’t know their quirk. What if it’s dangerous,” he cautions, and you laugh a little to ease his worry.
“Don’t worry, um,” Mina whispers into your ear quickly, “Iida-kun. This won’t hurt him at all.” You reassure, and Iida settles back into his seat without further complaint.
The kids watch as you flex your hand just slightly, and suddenly, a bright yellowish-white light floats slowly from your hand to Denki, curling and moving in the air. The glow hits Denki straight in the chest, and he takes a deep breath.
“Woah.” He says, shaking out his body and looking down just in time to see the glow follow lightning-like patterns below his skin and fade down his arms. You tilt your head and eye the lightning bolt in his hair.
“Your quirk is electricity, right?” You say, prompting him to nod. The way the kids stare at you makes you want to laugh, but you hold off in case they take it mockingly.
“I can tell from the patterns it made. I only see those jagged lines from people who have lightning quirks or have been exposed to high voltages.” You explain, and Denki brightens at the information.
Mina’s about to ask a question when someone clears their throat behind you, and the kids all deflate into exaggerated whines or pouts.
“That’s enough, all of you, to your rooms. Or anywhere but here, really. If you even think of eavesdropping, I’ll have you scrubbing bathrooms for a week.” The voice says dryly, and you grin as the kids file out quickly, whining, “This is a common area; it’s not eavesdropping,” and “Sensei’s such a buzzkill.”
You turn to face them with a sheepish smile already in place.
“Sorry for intruding. Principal Nedzu said I should speak to you before,” You pause, finally registering who exactly you’re talking to. The gaze you get in return is similarly dumbfounded.
“Shou- Aizawa-san.” You stutter, correcting yourself. The man before you is every bit the boy you remember, even with the injuries you can see littering his body. The same tired eyes, pitch black hair, moody expression.
And still, you’re hit by his age. The mature structure of his jaw and the strong frame that screamed, well, Pro Hero hit you more than you’d think. Most of all, his height struck you. Last you had seen, Aizawa was pretty short for your age. He stands in front of you at six feet at least, and you wonder when a growth spurt that big hit him.
You flick your fingers anxiously, and his eyes follow the gesture for just a moment.
“Y/n. It’s been…a long time.” He says, crossing his arms in an attempt to seem casual. You can see the awkwardness of the action, though, in the way his shoulders tense and his brow furrows. The familiarity makes you a little light-headed. You smile, nodding.
“Yeah, it has. 12 years, now?” You say, looking around for just a moment to avoid his gaze. His hair, longer than you remember it being, is tied into a half-up, half-down style. He nods, and you lace your fingers together in front of you.
“Nedzu said the commission was sending someone, though he didn’t say it’d be you.” He says, and you try to find some emotion in the statement. When you don’t identify anything negative from his words, you shrug.
” Principal Nedzu didn’t tell me you were the teacher I was meeting either. Speaking of,” You hum, stepping closer. Aizawa shifts, obviously watching you but not moving away. “Sensei? Didn’t know you wanted to be a teacher, Aizawa.”
Aizawa grimaces slightly with a sigh and drops his arms from his chest to shove them into his pockets. “It’s not really my thing. But someone has to do it.” He says, and you squint a little at his response. With his hands hidden in his pockets, it clicks in your mind, and you bite back a smug smile. Aizawa had a similar tell to you- his hands start motioning to crack his knuckles, even if no pop comes of it.
You let a calmer grin settle on your face, staring up at him.
“Totally. Either way, I think it’s pretty cool of you.” You compliment, and his mouth twitches faintly in response.
“Why are you here?” He asks suddenly, and for a moment, you can see in his face that he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
You huff a sigh, “Same reason as everyone else. The war effort needed help, so the commission sent me home.” You explain. Aizawa nodded absently, reaching up to rub at his neck as he thought.
“You’re here to help Recovery Girl, then?” He says, face serious. You shake your hand in a so-so motion.
“Yes and no. I’ll help RG here for now, but I’ve been told they’ll send me with patrol groups and into war zones when needed. I can heal en mass in a way she can’t.” You shrug. Aizawa frowned, and you could tell he wasn’t happy with how the hero commission seemed comfortable throwing you wherever. Still, they’ve been this blasé with your life since you agreed to the program years ago, so it wasn’t something you concerned yourself with anymore.
“That doesn’t seem sustainable at all,” Aizawa says, critical as always. You give him an unimpressed look.
“War generally isn’t, no. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you say, waving your hand casually. “Anyway. I meant to ask, what’s up with…this.” You say, gesturing toward the eye patch. He pursed his lips briefly.
“War causality. Still getting used to it.” He rumbled, and you smiled gently at him.
“If anyone can kick ass with one eye, it’s you, Aizawa.” You hit his shoulder playfully, almost in slow motion as a joke. The movement is familiar, and for just a second, you remember how this same punch made him hiss like a disgruntled cat and glare at you, teetering away from the force.
Now, the stare he levels you with is unimpressed; mouth curled upward. He hadn’t budged. Your stomach flutters for a moment. “You’re ridiculous.” He mutters. That is familiar. The warm tone in his voice makes you painfully nostalgic, and through the ache in your chest, you laugh at his response.
“One of us has to be,” You tease, backing up and crossing your arms. Aizawa shoots you a look and rolls his eye. Without another word, he turns back down the hall he came from, and it only takes you a beat to realize you were supposed to follow.
“C’mon, Mic would wanna see you.” He calls, waving a lazy hand to gesture you over. You follow eagerly, almost tripping over yourself.
“Oh my GOD, Mic’s here too?!”
#gn!y/n#mha x reader#bnha x reader#aizawa x reader#my hero academia x reader#shouta aizawa x reader#aizawa x you#boku no hero academia x reader#eraserhead x reader#mha x gn!reader#aizawa x gn!reader#neev.doc
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new followers! here's what you need to know about me :
*disclaimer i am extremely proship, so i genuinely do not care what you do on your own time with your own ships and hcs, this is just my own personal opinions on my own personal blog!! fiction stays in fiction!!!
+ i am of age ! pls do not reach out to me if u r a minor !!!
+ safe space for lgbtq+ & poc friends , jkr stinks !!!
some things i may post:
mostly drarry / some romione (my top 2 fave ships --- i do ship others, mainly snape centric, but otherwise go ham)
pro dumbledore and snape (those my bbgs)
the malfoys and the blacks (family dynamics/angst is sooo good and rich with these two)
platonic snily brainrot (i could talk about them and their relationship forever, i love them both so much)
also like cursed child and hogwarts legacy (scorbus and sebinis)
prefer bottom harry teehee (in any of his ships, im not picky lol)
some things i dislike:
dramione and jegulus (i generally don't really ship draco with anyone but harry so...)
canon and fanon marauders (james's biggest hater, canon wolfstar ur on thin ice, fanon wolfstar ur dead to me)
strictly bottom draco malfoy (yawn boring! switch it up! give us something new!)
fanon stereotypical hyper-fem gay male characters (draco and sirius let me save youuu)
extras:
i don't like jkr but i do mostly stick to canon and i dont hate the epilogue oops (including cursed child)
mostly sfw , can be nsfw or suggestive
i do not draw nsfw , but i write it on ao3 ;) (minors dni)
+ sorry but strictly bottom/hyper-fem draco enthusiasts will be getting blocked - nothing personal, i just want to curate my own experience (does not apply trans!draco or fem!drarry)
i think thats it! might adjust later if things change, but if u want to unfollow or block me, no harm done !! ta!
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Dancing with Our Hands Tied (Part Two of Things We Lost in the Fire)
Summary: A lot of angst.
Warnings: language, allusions to smut, mild violence
Word Count: 5.4K (teehee)
A/N: Everyone has convinced me to write a part two, so here ya go. I got carried away, so there will be a third and final part as well.
Read on AO3
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Which is worse: to live a loveless life, or be forced to love in utter secrecy? After the tryst in the Undercroft, Sebastian had explicitly swore to break things off with Imelda; a feat that was proving to be easier said than done.
“Sebastian—I’ve witnessed you cast unforgivables without so much as a second thought, so why is this so difficult?”
Perched on a table in the Undercroft, you dug your fingers into the side of the wood, trying to channel all of the frustration into the ancient furniture and not directly into the side of Sebastian’s head. It’d been weeks of clandestine meetings and stolen kisses in vacant corners of the castle, and frankly you were exhausted by all of the sneaking around.
He groaned loudly, raking both hands through his hair, “She’s just—we’ve been through a lot, and she was there for me—“
“—and I wasn’t?” The anger threatened to boil over as you leapt off the table and grabbed your school bag.
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, “That’s not what I meant, you know that…” he growled.
The both of you stared at one another, true equals in almost every way, refusing to bend to the other and back down. Unmovable objects; twin wildfire flames threatening to consume the other.
“I’m going to be late for class,” you mumbled, turning to lift the gate to leave. The fatigue in your bones was starting to get too heavy; tired of Sebastian’s empty promises, tired of sneaking around, tired of never having a moment to just…be free. There was always something hanging overhead, waiting to fall.
Sebastian stepped forward quickly, grabbing your waist and burying his face into the side of your neck, “Stay with me, Ominis can give you the work later…”
The timber of his low voice gave you goosebumps. Every beat of your heart was pulling you into him, the warmth of his body pressed against yours was calling you home.
“I can’t, I have an exam,” It was a lie, something that rolled unnaturally off your tongue as you spun to face him. His dark eyes were almost black in the dim lighting of the Undercroft, deep pools that dared you to dive straight in. Taking his face in both hands, you ran a thumb along his cheek, tracing over the freckles you’d be perfectly content on mapping for the rest of the day. Sebastian leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for longer than a blink as you leaned in to kiss him softly. He begged for more, tongue attempting to gain entrance as you refused. Pulling back you tapped his cheek with your hand, not quiet a slap, but a warning.
“Sort out Imelda,” your voice was stern as you lifted the gate and headed to Charms, Sebastian’s wide eyes watching intently as you disappeared up the stairs.
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Professor Ronen was shutting the door as you ran up and slipped inside the classroom just in time, shooting him an apologetic smile and taking the empty seat next to Ominis.
“Busy morning?” He whispered as you pulled out your textbook and quill.
Running from the Undercroft had left you breathless, trying to keep it together while Ominis hid a smirk beside you.
“Yeah—I was finishing up some…homework,” Though he knew about your feelings for Sebastian, Ominis was completely in the dark about your secret romance; as far as he knew, the two of you had rekindled your friendship, nothing more.
“Was Sebastian helping you?” Ominis drew out.
The words had you choking on the little air that was still struggling to enter your lungs.
“—what?!”
He tilted his blonde head towards you, “I can smell him on you.”
Shit.
“Oh, um, yeah…I saw him this morning before class. He—he needed to give me some notes for Professor Hecat’s class,” you were a terrible liar when it came to Ominis. He always had a way of seeing right through the bullshit, whether it was yours or Sebastian’s.
He hummed in acknowledgement, dropping the subject completely to listen to Professor Ronen, but something in his expression made you suspect that he might be catching on.
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As if seeing Sebastian in secret wasn’t torture enough, his lack of progress when it came to breaking it off with Imelda meant that you were subjected to stumbling into them in the halls between classes. She’d wait for him outside of Defense Against the Dark Arts, wrapping him in an overly indulgent hug that never ceased to make you roll your eyes. His hand would snake around her middle, and yours would clench into a fist. The places where he had touched you mere hours ago burned, yearning to have your fingers in his hair again, hearing him whisper your name over and over like a prayer. But instead you watched as the lips you had memorized with your own traced the mouth of someone else.
Time spent in the Great Hall was undoubtedly the worst though. Imelda, being the overly boastful Snake that she was, made it a point to put on a show for anyone within earshot. Her laugh would echo across the hall, stinging your ears and stealing the attention you had been trying very hard to not give the Slytherin table. Most days, Ominis opted to sit with you instead, complaining of Imelda’s constant wandering hands that threatened to turn his stomach over. The image of her touching Sebastian under the table flashed across your mind and acid rose in your throat. If you were a vindictive person, you’d walk right over, climb onto the table and shove your tongue into his mouth to let the entire school know he was yours. But as much as you didn’t necessarily like Imelda, you didn’t want to hurt her.
So you tried your best to pretend. Pretend like you were alright; pretend that the dull ache in your chest wasn’t a direct side effect of the boy on the arm of somebody else; pretend that every night you weren’t entangled in a mess of limbs and lips that was so ferocious it would make a Graphorn cower.
Thank Merlin for Crossed Wands, the one place you could turn to get out any pent up aggression and emotion.
Lucan’s voice carried out into the corridor, echoing off the stone as you approached the Clock Tower Courtyard.
“—hey! Save some of that energy for the matches!”
Two Ravenclaws were zapping each other from across the room as you entered the cavernous space, Lucan trying his best to manage the dozen or so students that made up Crossed Wands Dueling Club. The group had grown slightly since you’d joined last year, adding a few younger members that (so far) showed a lot of promise. The more senior members lingered on the outskirts of the room, talking and showing off some wandwork to anyone that would listen. To the left, Ominis nudged your arm, slinking off to sit against the steps at the far wall. Meeting Lucan’s eye, you gave a little eyebrow wiggle in a silent “excited to be back”, and went to take a seat beside Ominis.
Leaning back on your elbows and kicking both legs out, you took a deep healing breath. Not dueling properly since last year (you refused to count the charade with Sebastian in Hecat’s class a duel) had left a small hole in your heart. It felt good to be back, the smell of the damp clock tower permeating through the smoke from the torches lining the walls, the crack of spells being tossed around; it was rejuvenating.
“Alright, now that everyone seems to have arrived—“ Lucan called out from the center of the room, eyes drawing away from the latest arrivals. Sebastian shot a rude gesture over towards the leader of the club, making his way over to where you and Ominis were seated, a smaller dark head following close behind. You groaned audibly.
“What’s wrong?” Ominis leaned closer.
“He brought Imelda,” the statement was laced with venom, something added completely on accident. As much as the thought of new members excited you (new opponents, new victories, new lessons), Crossed Wands had always been a ‘you and Sebastian’ thing, not a ‘you, Sebastian, and his girlfriend’ affair. You’d never seen Imelda duel, but there was not doubt in your mind she could probably hold her own. To an extent, it was unnerving; not because you were afraid of being beaten, but because you knew if paired together you wouldn’t be able to hold back.
Sebastian sat on the step just above your shoulders, his knee brushing your arm in a way that you knew was intentional. Imelda sulked behind him, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as she silently judged the entire room and all of its occupants.
“Good turn out,” Sebastian turned to you and Ominis, “It’s good to see some new blood in here.”
You nodded, “Can’t wait to show ‘em up, hmm?” The look you gave him caused the both of you to smile.
“The Dynamic Duo is back, or should I say, the Destructive Duo…” Ominis smirked, reminding everyone about the explosive duels that occurred the previous year; you’re pretty sure the scar from a rogue confringo shot was still etched into your thigh.
“Welcome to another year of Crossed Wands!” Lucan called from the center of the room, “For the returning members, it’d good to see you back, and for the newcomers, keep your mouths shut when you leave this tower.”
The wry smile on your face was unstoppable, stealing a glance at Sebastian who was wearing a matching one.
“Why don’t we kick things off with our reigning champions—“ Lucan turned to face you, eyes gleaming with excitement, “—Opponents are your choice.” He bowed off to the side as you and Sebastian shared a look that only the two of you understood. There was always a weird, indescribable magic that occurred when you dueled together; you knew each others next move without saying, could anticipate every spell as you danced a dangerous waltz in complete harmony.
Sebastian stood and offered his hand to help you up, “You can choose the others, I trust you.”
Scanning the room as he pulled you up, your eyes landed on two old opponents that were always good for lively round.
“Natty and Leander!” You called, smiling as Natty shot to her feet in excitement.
As the two sets of duelists took their places on opposite sides, Lucan emerged in the center once more, “Okay, you all know the rules: just don’t kill each other!”
Sebastian leaned over as you kept a careful eye on your opponents, “I’ve missed doing this with you,” he whispered.
Your eyes flickered to Imelda standing just beyond Natty and Leander. If looks could kill, you’d be in a million pieces.
Lucan backed away to let the match begin, the four of you adopting the proper stance awaiting his starting call. On his shout, you immediately threw up a shield, knowing that Sebastian would start off with a bang. Sure enough, he shot a quick confringo blast across the room, narrowly missing Leander’s shoulder. Natty quickly focused a rebound assault, multiple rapid-fire spells bouncing off the shield covering you and Sebastian. As a particularly strong cast flew to the right, he stepped closer to you, placing a light hand on your back for stability. The touch broke your concentration for a split second, dropping your shield while Leander took the opportunity to cast a summoning charm. The pull of your clothes was alarming, you knew if you struggled there was a chance they could rip entirely and you didn’t think you’d be able to survive the embarrassment. Attempting to fire something, anything, at Leander to break the charm, every shot was dodged or fell short, the pull of your sleeve messing with your aim.
“Levioso!” Sebastian called from behind, Leander rising into the air and severing the invisible string dragging you closer. The instant you regained a normal footing, you took a few quick steps backwards, Sebastian wrapping a strong arm around your waist, pulling you to his side quickly as he held his wand steady to keep Leander airborne. Both of you tended to lose yourself during duels, ignoring everything except for the opposing foes. The move wasn’t something new, there’d been plenty of times when either of you had to physically push or grab the other out of the way, this one not being any different. To an outsider, it was loving, caring, and protective, which honestly wasn’t too far off—you felt all of those things for each other.
Leander broke the levitation charm, falling to his knees as you cast a quick stunning spell, followed by Sebastian’s loud expelliarmus. His wand leapt from his hand, caught on the sidelines by Lucan. Breaking her concentration for a moment, Natty glanced at Leander. The window was there, and you seized it. Another stun orchestrated by Sebastian, followed by a disarming spell from you, Natty’s wand landing on the opposite side of the room. You smiled at your old friend, who graciously nodded in acknowledgement of defeat.
“THAT’S HOW IT’S DONE, FOLKS!” Lucan called, clapping furiously as the rest of the room cheered.
Sebastian walked up beside you, discreetly squeezing your fingers, “It’s been an honor…” he whispered.
Forcing back a smile, you met his eyes, which quickly left to join Ominis and Imelda. As you looked past his retreating form, Imelda was glaring at you once more, the unmistaken rage etched into her features.
Not wanting to make the tension worse, you sat on the opposite side of Ominis, noticing immediately how Sebastian eyed the choice skeptically.
“Alright, who’s next?” Lucan demanded from the middle of the floor.
From behind, Imelda cleared her throat loudly, pushing her way between you and Ominis (another move you knew was deliberate), walking to the other side of the room, wand at the ready.
“Any takers?” Lucan called to the room, scanning for another volunteer. A 4th Year Gryffindor stood up to join, one of the newcomers.
Imelda scoffed at the competition, “I’m not dueling some infantile lion cub that can barely cast a proper protego shield.”
The young Gryffindor sat back down, the blush on his face clashing horribly with his scarlet tie.
Lucan searched the room again, most younger students had grown afraid of Imelda due to her outbursts on the Quidditch field, so they sat on their hands. His eyes fell to the three of you seated on the far end of the clock tower; raising his eyebrows pleadingly with Sebastian. Shooting him a questioning glance, he sighed and stood up, “Fine, I’ll do it.”
As the duel began, you quickly noticed that something was wrong.
It’d been over a year since you met Sebastian. Over a year of dueling alongside him through Crossed Wands, Trolls, dark wizards, and even Inferi; you knew he could hold his own, and had the prowess to take down even the toughest opponents. So why was he now just standing in the clock tower with a protego shield while Imelda fucking Reyes shot spell after spell at his rigid body.
“What’s he doing…” you muttered, leaning forward in concern.
“What’s happening?” Ominis hissed. Too distracted by the bizarre antics, you had completely neglected to give him a play-by-play.
“Sebastian is—not fighting back?” The words came out slow as you watched Imelda hurl more and more violent incantations. The purple shield surrounding him began to falter, as you watched his jaw clench.
“Stupefy!” She shot right through the shield, shattering it completely. For the briefest moment, the two of them stared at one another, eyes unwavering in anticipation of the next move.
Before Sebastian had the chance to cast another shield, Imelda struck.
“Incarcerous—“ her voice was steady and loud as thick ropes exploded from the tip of her wand and wrapped around Sebastian’s body, rendering him immobile, his wand still clutched in his fist.
“Sebastian!” You called from the side, “What are you doing?!”
His focus drifted to you for a second, eyes filled with something you couldn’t place. Was it…shame? Unsure, you silently pleaded with him to fight back.
Imelda smiled, flicking her wand to cast a single diffindo cut, sliding the side of his cheek. He hissed through gritted teeth as you focused your screams on Lucan.
“Call it! Lucan, call the match! It’s not—“
Lucan shrugged, giving you a look that let you know all of it was well within the rules. The determination in Imelda’s eyes begged to differ; you’d seen it before when she was flying. It was a look of almost complete dissociation, her competitive drive overtaking her small body entirely. To her, it was kill or be killed, and Imelda refused the latter.
Another shout of diffindo, this time Sebastian cocked his head just enough for it to miss.
“IMELDA! Stop it!” You screamed, her eyes darted to yours as she raised her wand again.
“Piertotum locomotor—“ her voice was emotionless as the swords mounted on the crest above the main door broke free, hovering just above Imelda’s head, waiting for instructions.
She held your gaze, eyes as cold as the ice currently running through your veins. Two spells were shouted simultaneously, one directed at Sebastian, the other towards the ceiling.
“Oppugno!” Imelda slashed her wand, sending the swords careening through the air towards him. His eyes shut tightly, face contorted in anticipation of the pain.
“Bombarda!” Your wand pointed upwards, blasting away a large chunk of the clock pendulum that came crashing down, stopping the swords before they could strike.
“IMELDA, ENOUGH!” You bellowed, chest heaving as the dust settled around the room.
Looking at you through her lashes, the corner of her mouth twitched, “Well, this has been fun, but I’ve got more important things to do than play fight with a bunch of children.”
With a flick of her wand, she released Sebastian’s restraints, letting him collapse onto the floor. She stopped beside you as she turned to leave, “Notice how he couldn’t even bring himself to hurt me—“ Her green eyes drifted to the thin silver scar that ran up the side of your neck, the one received in the Scriptorium last year. As she stared at it, tracing the line with her eyes, you could almost feel the curse shooting through it again, “—shame he could never share the same sentiment with you.”
Imelda might as well have cast crucio right then and there, the sharp needles of pain and betrayal piercing through every part of your body as she shoved her way out of the crowded tower.
———
Slytherin Quidditch practice was your favorite time of the week (obviously besides nights spent in the Undercroft), because it left you, Ominis, and Sebastian alone to do whatever you pleased, which usually resulted in the three of you just wandering around the castle, or lounging in the grass by the lake. It felt like old times, back before the realities of the repository, before Sebastian lost his way, back when you would spend your time goofing off and trying not to get caught by Peeves.
After the horribly frigid winter, spring had come barreling in like a dragon. The grounds of the castle were in full bloom thanks to the heavy snowpack, and the warm temperatures were so enticing that most Professors were choosing to hold instruction outside. Today wasn’t any different, the sky perfectly clear and the sun bathing the entire highlands in a glowing haze. The three of you had scored a spot by the large oak tree on the banks of the Black Lake, soaking up the gorgeous day. Ominis leaned against the trunk, quietly opting to read amongst the shade while you lounged beside him, legs outstretched in the grass. Sebastian had taken to throwing rocks across the Black Lake to try and get the attention of the giant squid, determined to try and befriend the mysterious creature. After a rather aggressive toss, he groaned, face scrunching up in mild defeat.
“Y’know,” you sat up on your elbows, squinting into the midday sun, “I heard the squid really loves toast…maybe you’d have better luck with that?”
The look Sebastian returned was one of immense confusion, mixed with mild shock and amusement, “Are you joking? What am I supposed to do, steal a stack from the Great Hall and toss it at the lake like I’m feeding ducks?”
You shrug casually, face turning upwards to face the sun again, “I’m just saying…”
He walked over and stood above your head, “How do you know?”
Looking up, the sun cast an ethereal halo around his chestnut hair, his features shaded in the eclipse.
“I heard it from someone,” you closed your eyes again, playing this game of cat and mouse with him was always fun. He huffed as he sat beside you, resting both forearms on his knees. Long gone were the dark school robes, shed earlier in the hot sun and tossed into a heap beside Ominis under the tree. You turned to look at Sebastian once again, tracing up his exposed forearms, sleeves cuffed haphazardly and tie hanging loose around his neck. Barely visible was the small purple mark just below his collar, the one that you had left a few nights ago. You silently wondered what sort of lie he had concocted for Imelda, or if she’d even seen it at all yet. The thought of them being together intimately struck you like a landslide, pushing it as far away as you could and continuing to explore Sebastian with your eyes.
As you landed finally on his face, cheeks lightly pink from the heat, you saw that he was staring at you with the same intensity. Watching closely, his eyes raked over your body as you reached up and ran a gentle hand against his arm. He took your hand and quietly kissed the inside of your wrist.
“Who told you?” He kissed up higher on your forearm, “Amit?”
Another one inside your elbow, “Everett?”
Bicep, “Garreth?”
The warmth swirling throughout your body was almost unbearable.
“—If I didn’t know any better Sebastian,” Ominis called monotonously from under the tree, never looking up from the book in his lap, “I’d say you were jealous.”
A kiss to the side of your neck had you gasping.
“…and what if I am…” he whispered in your ear, low enough for only the two of you to hear.
The far away screech of a whistle broke both of you from the embrace, Sebastian leaning over to see the stream of green uniforms leaving the quidditch pitch in the distance. It was time for him to leave, rather than have Imelda stalk over and invade the little bubble the three of you had been blissfully living in for the past few hours. You didn’t acknowledge him as he stood, instead focusing out on the lake, if you stared hard enough you could see a little hamlet on the opposite shore. You thought of the people living there. Were they happy? Did they have families, and friends, and lovers? Was life easy, or at least simple?
You hoped so.
Sebastian threw his robe over his shoulder, saying goodbye to Ominis and silently creeping back to your side. Sliding a hand against your cheek, he stroked a calloused thumb along your skin. Turning and kissing his palm, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him as he left, knowing he was once again choosing her. Was all of this worth it? All of the pain and pining, the secrecy and lies; who was winning? Your thoughts swirled, mentally toying with the frayed piece of rope that you found yourself at the end of.
“So,” Ominis’ voice startled you out of the spiral, “How long has this been going on?”
Shit.
For all of the lies you and Sebastian had been using to cover everything up, your brain couldn’t seem to grasp onto one long enough to use at the moment. Maybe you’d just jump in the lake instead, let the giant squid put you out of your misery.
The nervous laugh that escaped your mouth made you cringe internally, “I'm not sure what you’re talking about—“
“—Oh please,” he scoffed, “I might be blind, but I’m not stupid, you two aren’t as stealthy as you think.”
There was no point in fighting it, not with Ominis anyway. For not being able to physically see, he was the most observant person you’d ever met; he was bound to figure it out at some point.
You groaned loudly, burying your face into your hands, “…just after winter holiday…”
He hummed from behind, an acknowledgement that he had been correct in his assumption.
“I’m sorry Ominis, I wanted to tell you, really, but we couldn’t because—he won’t leave Imelda…he keeps saying he’s going to end it but then I see them together the following day holding hands or…kissing,” you swallowed a gag.
Sensing the discomfort in your voice, he patted the space beside him under the tree, an invitation you gladly accepted, settling in against his side and resting your head on his bony shoulder.
“That’s unsurprising,” he said, voice unreadable.
“How did it all start? He keeps saying that she was ‘there for him’, but so was I…I don’t understand…” the words died in your throat.
Ominis sighed, setting his book down on the grass, “After everything that happened with Solomon, Sebastian—lost his way. Anne refused to speak with him, he was barred from going back to Feldcroft. He spent all of his time either in the library researching Merlin knows what, or down in the Undercroft. Before you arrived at Hogwarts, back when Anne was still here with us, her and Imelda were thick as thieves. When Sebastian shut everyone out, I knew the only person that could possibly bring him back was Anne, so I asked Imelda to send an owl to Feldcroft asking her to reconsider allowing Sebastian to come home for the summer. I’m not entirely sure what Imelda said, but Anne relented; she still refused to speak to him, but he would have a place to stay. During the summer holiday, when I would visit Anne, we would reminisce about our times together at school, and she expressed interest in seeing Imelda again. Selfishly, I once again thought it could help bring the twins back together, so when I next paid them a visit, I brought her with me.”
At the feeling of your body tensing, Ominis wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders.
“Imelda and Anne rekindled their close friendship, and by midsummer she had begun to stop by almost daily to help care for Anne, she lives close by in a neighboring hamlet. Her presence brought back some of Anne’s mischievous nature, and soon enough the two of them were picking on Sebastian like old times. Over the course of the summer, we saw bigger glimpses of the old Anne, something that Sebastian attributes directly to Imelda. He feels indebted to her, which is probably why—“
“—he can’t hurt her…” you breathed. Ominis nodded slowly.
The air grew oppressively stifling, turning to poison in your lungs. Imelda had been able to do the one thing you had tried and failed to accomplish: help Anne.
“I can’t keep doing this, Ominis,” the words struggled to leave your mouth, “It hurts…”
Ominis leaned his head against yours, “I know—I’m sorry.”
Unwilling to speak about it further, the two of you sat in silence under the tree, watching as the sun traveled across the lake. Off in the distance, a grey hippogriff soared out of the Forbidden Forest. The rare sight took you back to the day Sebastian first escorted you to Hogsmeade, the winding journey along the cobblestone pathway, him pointing out every minuscule detail along the way (you never did use that special lacewing spot). When the pair of hippogriffs flew low over the trail, the pure awe in his eyes was something you’d never forget.
It was the same one he had when he saw you use ancient magic for the first time.
It was the same look he had the first night you spent together in the Undercroft, wrapped in his cloak, lips pressing any bit of exposed skin he could find.
You loved Sebastian, that would never change, but he needed more. He needed to save Anne, and you weren’t sure about your role in that anymore.
So you let go of the rope.
———
The decision to end things with Sebastian was destroying you. Ominis hadn’t tried to sway you either way, reminding you that it was your decision alone and he’d stand behind you regardless. As you walked to the Undercroft, flashbacks from the previous year flooded your vision. The choice between turning in Sebastian or keeping his secret had been almost too much to bear, yet the answer was so simple in your mind.
This decision wasn’t based on life or death, so why was it more difficult to weather?
The gate closed behind you, the sound of the metal causing Sebastian to look up from the table he was leaning against and rush forward, taking your face in both hands to deliver an impassioned kiss, one that had been building up all day. You leaned into it, knowing it was the last. Clenching your eyes shut tight, the tears you were fighting off gained the upper hand, slipping out and staining your cheeks. The feeling of them running onto his fingers caused Sebastian to pull back, his look of confusion fading quickly to despair.
“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?” His protective gaze searched every inch of your face for any inkling of pain.
“I—I can’t do this anymore…” you whisper, eyes closing with the hopes that you’d disappear completely.
You felt his hands pull away.
“What are you talking about?” Sebastian’s voice was low, his face still riddled with questions.
“This,” you motioned between your bodies, “I can’t do this anymore, it hurts too much—“
His face dropped as he realized what that meant, but he made no move to speak.
“—I can’t love you in private, Sebastian. Do you know how it feels? Seeing you with her every day, touching her and doing all of the things I’m only allowed to do when we’re hidden away—“ The words weren’t stopping, the dam had finally broken, every thought overflowing your mouth and out into the open.
“—I love you, Sebastian, I’ve loved you since our first duel in Professor Hecat’s class, d’you remember?”
His eyes didn’t move from the floor.
“I knocked you flat on your ass after you talked such a big game,” you smiled, not allowing yourself to release a full laugh at the memory, “I loved you throughout everything with Ranrok, though everything with your sister and Uncle; I don’t think there’s a way I could ever stop. But I can’t be your second choice.”
“You’re not—“ His voice cracked, glassy eyes trained on the stones below.
“—I know what Imelda did for you—for Anne, and I’m so thankful that she was able to bring even just a little bit of happiness into your lives, but it’s breaking my heart to see you two together when I know I can only have you behind closed doors. I love you…but I refuse to be your secret anymore.”
You watched as his hands clenched to fists at his side, knowing that he was struggling to contain every emotion like he always did. Reaching out, your fingers released one of his closed hands, squeezing softly as he looked up.
“I can’t lose you, not again. I won’t survive it…” his confession speared you right through the chest.
“You’re not losing me—we’re not going back to what we were, we’re just…friends now,” you pinched his hand, eliciting a soft hiss from Sebastian, “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Sallow.”
He smirked, eyes still holding back tears as you turned to leave. His hand held yours as long as it could until you reached the gate. As the metal slammed back onto the floor, separating the two of you, the struggle to push forward overwhelmed you. Not even a glance was spared as you ascended the stairs.
You couldn’t look back.
If you did, you’d fold.
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I used to be so radical about pro Palestine after October, but like 2 months ago, I put down my phone and sat on the floor and thought to myself: “this is an online war”
What I mean by that is that all of these leftists are literally pretending to give a fuck about Palestinians, they don’t actually care. They literally found a way to trivialise this shit. It’s not about the dead and dying Palestinians or Israelis, it’s about “my fav celebrity is better than yours because yours didn’t say anything!”, “omg I can’t believe that the hunger games is real now teehee 🤭.” Like this shit is actually real. Real people are dying. Real people are injured. Real people are kidnapped and raped. But social media has just turned this shit into another online beef thing. All of these people are just fantasising about some Katniss Everdeen rebellion, but they actually… don’t care. They just care about spreading hatred towards Jewish people and trolling online. Celebrity block lists because people don’t want Israelis to die, harassing people because they held an Starbucks cup in their hand, flooding the comments of anyone who is happy that the hostages are home, twisting the meaning of Zionism and colonisation to suit their narrative, bullying anyone who is Jewish, Israeli, or both, celebrating when Jewish people are attacked. It’s actually kinda baffling. The amount of power people feel when they hide behind a screen vs how they act in real life is so… strange. They’ll bully everyone for not saying anything about Palestine/israel but none of them are actually talking to Palestinians or Israelis, none of them are helping the communities, etc. Like it just dawned on me then that nobody (leftists) don’t actually give a single shit. They just want to hate and hate and hate.
it’s actually all really sad because the only people losing because of it are the palestinian and Israeli civilians who are asking for help. antisemitism is at an all time high and for what? palestinians still don’t have food, water, or medicine. none of the “demonstrations” thus far have resulted in any change or aid to gaza AT ALL. it’s all about social points, optics and online discourse. that’s it. just winning the online argument. there’s streamers and influencers fundraising millions of dollars “for palestine” but sending it to charities who give it all to hamas because they don’t actually care enough to do their due diligence, they just want to look like they care. it’s so hollow and meaningless and they’re absolute fools if they think we don’t know.
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As mentioned,,,, poly yandere erasermic right but now I raise you, poly yandere erasermic with an american tourist with a cat quirk.
Weird and specific I know but hear me out, the tourist darling in question doesn't have to be american just foreign enough that they don't know a lot of japanese, and cat quirk can be to what ever extent you want but my preference is cat ears, tail, fangs, nails, and pupils. I've considered whiskers and even some level of paw pads but if there's not fur around those it's strange to be yk. ANYWAYS.
Allow me to elaborate on the tourist feature again. For a while I've been considering what erasermic would be like with a darling that just doesn't speak Japanese or at least not very well. This was brought by the fact im leanring Japanese in college and it's very fun to think about Mic trying to first calm you down when they ya know, kidnap you, and then later giving you Japanese lessons so the three of you can better communicate. I'm sure Aizawa would also begin to practice some english as well with Mics help but i lean more towards them having a lot of fun teaching you. Not to mention having lessons and probably homework lends itself to some scenarios if you catch my drift.
It's also an added layer of helplessness because not only would you have more difficulty outside raw in Japan but being in a completely foreign country means it will be difficult for you to get home when the pair confiscate your phone, passport and id. They definitely tell you that a lot as well to make sure you're appropriately discouraged from attempting escape hehe :)
These could be completely separate btw it's just two traits I like to imagine on specifically their darling that makes it more fun and adds some more drama I think,,
Jump back to the cat quirk HERE ME OUT. Obviously Aizawa loves cats and I'm sure Mic finds them cute too. So when say Mic randomly sees you oh my god he HAS to tell his husband. Mic observes you for a while because of course he thinks your adorable and when Aizawa sees you they both start getting some ideas.
They're not the kind of people to randomly kidnap and helpless civilian they find cute but they're still psychotic freaks that watch you for a while at least out of curiosity. Eventually your mannerisms and persona wins them over and they become further obsessed with you for more than just your quirk. Maybe they see you feeding stray animals or maybe confronting someone who was rude to you, depends on you of course and whatever tf you do but I digress.
After you win them over with your delightful personality they kind of go about the same process of abduction as you would for trapping a stray cat. Cats have a natural intuition so instead of ever confronting you face to face they lure you into an alleyway like serial killers before blocking both exits. This is something extremely frightening and you try your best to escape but you're no match for two experienced pro heros. Hizashi is profusely apologizing for scaring you all while they inject you with a sedative to make the trip home easier.
They probably socialize you like a feral cat too now that I think about it but that's a story for another time.
Anyways I like both these concepts separate but something about the two together is rather special teehee
#silly goofy mood#mha#bnha#yandere bnha#yandere pro hero#yandere aizawa#yandere erasermic#yandere present mic#yandere aizawa x reader#yandere present mic x reader#yandere bnha x reader#yandere
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Unconscious Manifesting
hi lovelies!
something silly happened today that made me want to make a little post about unconscious manifesting.
firstly a quick explanation: What is Unconscious Manifestation?
well for this interpretation of manifestation we are taking it as the way our assumptions form the world around us. when you have a desire and decide to manifest it this is conscious manifestation. unconscious manifestation is basically what we do everyday without realising, where our dominant thoughts form and dictate the world around us.
This may be a bit of a complicated definition but this is just the background for the law of assumption - your assumptions form the 3D. Now a lot of the time when we are talking about unconscious manifestation we talk about becoming conscious of it and rewiring our dominant thoughts / assumptions to create a more favourable 3D that aligns with the versions of ourselves we want and choose to embody. Today i have a little anecdote of a fun/positive little unconscious manifestation that formed from a strong self concept.
One of the things i manifested last year (using a vision board and just affirming if i saw it on pinterest which wasn’t often) was those aesthetic sony headphones (the WH-1000XM4 ones? i’ll include an example from pinterest below:)
(photo by elia6k on pinterest)
However when i manifested this, it was before i had really learned not to settle for my manifestations, so a lot of them came in half baked, thus my sony headphones i got were black. for those wondering how it conformed in my 3D, i was looking for a HDMI cable in my parents’ office and came across the headphones in the closet. I asked my mom and she said she got them from work but never used them so i could have them.
The story about unconscious manifestation however took place today and the last couple days. I was writing up a list of all the things i had consciously manifested in 2023 in my journal, and remembered the headphones (i also manifested apple airpod pros and a gaming headset so i stopped using them). When thinking about them i was thinking about how they weren’t the colour i had wanted, i considered taking them with me to my room for uni and was debating if they would be useful or not and colour kept coming into my mind. After writing my post about not settling, i kept having random little thoughts about how i also shouldn’t have settled for the colour of the headphones but alas it was long ago and i didn’t use them.
Well low and behold today i went back home to visit my parents and see this on my desk:
i had unconsciously manifested another set of the headphones - and because i kept focusing on them being the wrong colour, got them in the wrong colour again haha.
I consider this unconscious manifesting because it wasn’t my intention to call in a new set of headphones, but my self concept has become so strong that if i want something (especially something i know i have manifested before) it comes to me this easily.
When i saw it on my desk it genuinely made me laugh a little for two reasons
1. realising how strong my self concept has become since last year and how quickly i - even unintentionally- manifested something
2. despite how far i’ve come, i’ve again allowed myself to believe i couldn’t get the colour i wanted.
It has definitely been a little lesson but i thought you guys would enjoy a real life example - with photo evidence - of manifesting at work - both conscious and unconscious.
that’s all for this post teehee.
EDIT 21-01-24 :
Officially have the grey/silver ones now haha, just because. Will add a picture when i feel like it.
love,
Saph
#law of assumption#manifestation#manifesting#sencubus#loa#loassblog#loassumption#conscious manifesting#conscious creator#conscious manifestation#wish fulfilled#manifestation success story
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the more i think about it the more i realize there are pros and cons to both glitchmimic and glitchwill that make me enjoy both.
I prefer glitchmimic being canon because i think it fits best with whatever steel wool has going on tbh, and I think it adds to the mimic and gives a good lore reason for the fnaf games existing in universe as well as the whole symbolism of williams legacy living on even while he does not
At the same time, I think glitchwill makes glitchtrap more interesting (with wills whole background) and it makes him much more of a character to me while also making the narrative continue nicely by bringing back our main antagonist and giving reason behind wills "i always come back" and also ucn existing (as a place for him to escape.
also glitchwill is funny to me i like william a lot but glitchmimic is better for the lore in my opinion
idk food for thought i like both teehee
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Night Shift - A SAYER fanfiction (Dr. Brady/Dr. Young)
So in my SAYER headcanon post I included a few doodles as a little extra and I may have played with one of the ideas a bit too much and ended up writing a short oneshot fanfiction teehee.
Thought I'd upload it here because I'm way too silly (stupid) for AO3 and I may have some more relevant reach here,, soo if you want to read some toxic office yaoi (/j), i got you!
A few extra things i'd mention is that it's completely sfw and about 4 pages long, so it's a pretty light read. If there are still any grammatical/spelling errors, I apologise. Okie have fun <3
„2:34 AM…” Hummed Dr. for the last few days due to the stress he put himself under during the development of FUTURE. He felt bitter, knowing that from all of the wishes and goals Young with a tired grogginess in his voice as he looked at the time and rubbed his eyes. He had trouble sleeping he had, only the name he came up with and the development of Halcyon Minor ended up being used in the project. Yet he bit his tongue and repressed his thoughts of injustice for the sake of peace and prodictivity, but all that got him was tossing and turning for longer and longer each day and needless to say, he was growing tired of it.
He sighed, pressed his hands against his knees and stood up; might as well do something useful with all this time and catch up on some ’homework’ to perhaps get one step ahead than the majority. Surely that would earn him some recognition. He stepped out of his room and quietly but with a clear goal in mind, approached one of the elevators. Convincing PORTER to take you somewhere else than where you should be is no hard task once you get comfortable with its chatty nature; so all Dr. Young did was tell it that it’s a secret little adventure between the two of them. He’s not the kind to be all buddy-buddy with AIs, however when both of them are stubborn about their tasks and goals, he’s still the more flexible one in the end, so he had to come up with a little ’white lie’ as he thought of it.
Stepping out of the elevator on floor 13, a shiver ran down his spine. It was an eerie yet pleasant feeling to stand in the lab all alone with everything at his disposal. Well, everything he had personal access to anyway. He turned the lights on through the control panel of the room and covered his eyes at the sudden brightness, letting out a painful groan. He took a stroll around the lab, getting used to the lights again and then plopped into his chair at his desk, leaning back and spun around with it once, before booting up his computer. He logged in and skimmed through the files, wondering where he should start. He could either continue yesterday’s project with the risk of his little misadventure being found out, look at FUTURE’s current status in Halcyon Minor or read through the developer’s logs for a bit of a recap, however that sounded half as interesting as the other options.
Dr. Young propped his head up with his elbow on the table, inhaling deeply before quietly mumbling to himself, „Sounds boring but it might give me some inspiration… or just.. try and see what they eat up in Dr. Brady being team lead so much… makes no fucking sense.” He sighed in annoyance as he opened one of the many developer’s logs and put some music on to soothe himself. It actually didn’t take him long to get interested in what he was reading as his eyes grew wide at seeing his name on the screen.
„Huh? Dr. Young continues to shine. He even made a passing attempt to conceal his disappointment at not being named lead developer on this project, which for Howard, is pro- Man, screw you!” He frowned but he couldn’t stop reading, much to his luck as his opinion quickly softened as he finished this paragraph. His eyebrows were still furrowed, eyeing the monitor with suspicion, however a slight annoyed smile curved at the corner of his mouth, „He called Dr. Caulfield an asshole and he called me shining. Now what is that supposed to mean…? I wonder if he read the logs as well though… eh, it’s not like we’ll ever really know, but it’d be amusing to see his face.” He sat in silence for a while, staring at his desk not entirely understanding these mixed emotions he’s experiencing.
After that he quickly closed the log he’s been reading and switched to another one, finally being able to skim through the important details without any distractions, until he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He yelped and shuddered violently, resulting his headphones to fall off of his head, „JESUS! WHO THE” He turned around with fear and defensive agression in his eyes, as if he was a teen being caught in the middle of googling something strange, but instead of anything he could’ve expected it was Dr. Brady with a soft yet bewildered expression on his face, with a cup of coffee in hand.
„Howard, what are you doing here at 3 in the morning?” Asked Dr. Brady in a slightly hushed, inquiring tone.
Dr. Young turned to the other man completely with his hand still on his chest, „What are you doing here? A- And how did you get that?” He pointed at the coffee, trying to pathetically change the subject.
Brady crossed his arms, „I’m pretty positive I asked you first.”
Young looked away, flushed at having to explain himself, „Fine… I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d do something productive instead.” He frowned.
„Without supervision?” Brady raised a brow.
Young raised his hands defensively, „Listen I didn’t even get to actually doing anything, I was just reading the developer’s logs, I don’t need your babysitting for that.”
Brady rolled a chair next to him and sat down, „That doesn’t change your situation by much but I can’t sleep either so let’s humor the idea.”
„Well duh, I absolutely can’t fathom how you’re unable to sleep with coffee in hand.”
„Oh yeah, that. Came up with a pretty decent excuse as to why I need to be here and just asked for a cup… In reality I just had a gut feeling and well, here you are.” He took a sip of his coffee and scooted closer to Young, fixed his glasses and looked at the computer screen, „And did you find anything interesting?”
Young stared at the screen as well, idly scrolling the opened log up and down, „I just don’t understand. Why say those things about me? Why me specifically? I mean…”
„What? Oh… that. Listen, I know you’re unhappy about the way things are going here but I’m not your enemy. Your ambition and expertise is just what I need to keep things flowing, sure you’re argumentative and-” Young opened his mouth to argue back but he couldn’t say a single word before Brady pressed his finger against his mouth, „Howard, shut up for a second and listen to me. I just want to say that putting all of these negative feelings aside, which I mostly understand by the way, you’re an essential part of this team and you’ll have to deal with these emotions somehow as it wasn’t in your control, nor mine. But we have to adapt and make the most of it, the future needs us and it definitely needs you.” He finger gunned to try and lighten up the mood a little.
Dr. Young was baffled by this and had a rather complex expression on his face which included annoyance, sadness and embarrassment but it could be read from his eyes that he’s still trying to process all of these thoughts. It would be so much easier if Dr. Brady wasn’t this friendly. If he wasn’t trying to be understanding. Sure that’s not a team leader’s best quality, but It’d be so much easier for Young’s fragile ego and ruffled feelings. So he did what he deemed was best for hiding these weak points,
„That was so cheesy, I think I puked in my mouth a little.” Dumbass.
Dr. Brady blinked a few times, not sure how to react. Both of them are adult men, right? „That’s… a very mature reaction of you, but I guess you are right, it was kinda cheesy.” He chuckled awkwardly, looking slightly disappointed.
Dr. Young raised his eyebrows and looked away with a frown on his face, things didn’t quite land as he wanted, huh. Or did he even know what he wanted in the first place? „…Thank you. I meant thank you… it’s just ughhh…!” He buried his face in his hands, trying to regain his composure. Dr. Brady’s expression softened and put a hand on Dr. Young’s back, rubbing it gently.
„Do you want to talk about something else? I mean come on it’s the dead of night, screw work for once.” But Dr. Young didn’t reply anything intelligable, just let out a worn out groan. Dr. Brady took that as a reluctant ’yes’ and pat the other’s back, „Come on!” He said in a quick and firm, yet kind voice. Dr. Young looked up with a pained „Huh?” and was quickly surprised by staring right at Dr. Brady’s open arms, „Come on, I’m not gonna offer it twice, I can see that you need it.” Dr. Young flushed at the offer, his eyes darting from Dr. Brady’s face to his body and vica versa. Throughout his years of working for Ærolith Dynamics he completely got used to most genuine physical affection to be nearly non-existent, so he hesitated. He hesitated but after a few seconds his body moved on its own, scooting closer and leaning into the hug, quick and strong, causing Dr. Brady’s chair scoot back a little bit, „Woah- woah… hey, It’s okay.” He caressed Young’s back in a circular motion, „You can… stay as long as you need, take your time.” They sat quietly like this for a while before Dr. Young broke the silence,
„I miss Earth sometimes…”
„Hm? How so?”
„You don’t?”
Brady rubbed his chin with his free hand, „I mean I suppose I do sometimes, I’m just curious.”
„I mean, I get everything I need here and I have a very decent job, but wants are a whole different topic. I miss the breeze on my skin, choosing my own wardrobe, sleeping in just because I can… I miss the food…” As he said that, his stomach audibly growled, causing him to shudder and shrink into himself as much as possible out of embarrassment.
Dr. Brady pat the other’s back and and exhaled through his nose, smiling a little, trying to comfort him, „Hungry?”
Young relaxed and nodded, „I mean it’s so late, are you not?”
„Hmm the coffee leaves me good to go until the morning, sorry I can’t help you though.”
Young shook his head and sighed, „Nevermind. Actually it’s kind of a strange experience. I mean based on our schedules, SAYER would pretty much never let this happen. I totally get it why but it feels kind of rebellious now that I think about it. It will be so pissed in the morning.” He flashed a cheeky smile.
„Are you sure you’re not just trying to cope right now?” He teased, „But most likely yeah, I’m sure SAYER already knows about us, but it wouldn’t make much sense to interfere by now.”
„How fucked are we then?”
Dr. Brady hummed, „Most likely not fired but enough to just rather not think about it right now.”
„What if the others find us like this?”
„Well… do you want to leave?”
„…No.”
„Then we’ll just have to figure it out in the morning.”
#sayer podcast#sayer#sayer spoilers#fancfiction#mlm#mlm fanfic#enemies to lovers?#i mean it's not exactly like that because it's one sided and implied but you know#fluff#hurt/comfort#dr brady#dr young#ship fanfic#auramoeba’s writings
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spare suzaki/amagai headcanon of the day please? 🤲🏼
of courseeee sorry this is so late ig it’s not the day anymore so this is a headcanon of another day teehee. anyways. i’m gonna discuss them being bi…lingual 😁
i like to imagine ryo and kohei are both bilingual. i definitely draw too much inspiration from yuta and ryoki in formulating their characters in my head. my fault. but yeah i think kohei can probably speak english with it being the language of international business, and he’s been learning it since he was born basically. it’s pretty much a necessity for someone of his birth and it’s one of the only aspects of studying he ever took seriously. on the other end, not a single soul knows how and why ryo speaks korean. in fact nobody outside his family actually knows he does because he doesn’t use it and the only reason his dad knows is bc ryo needed his permission to take the TOPIK but ryo speaks it so well he could basically live in korea like he was born there and it baffles the crap out of kohei when he finds out.
i imagine it happening like this: ryo’s father is driving kohei’s parents around and kohei’s father mentions an important business deal with a large korean investment company and how he needs to find an interpreter at incredibly short notice because his usual one backed out at the very last minute. suzaki’s father is like “ah my son is actually certified level 6 in the TOPIK” higher than me because he’s an ass that volunteers his son for bullshit without actually asking ryo first and kohei’s father, literally desperate, hires ryo on the spot and ryo gets a call from his dad like “hey son i rented you to the amagais again so we can eat properly this month thank me later”
so kohei walks into his house and is extremely shocked to see ryo sitting at the table with his parents going over some documents kohei can’t read. that’s when kohei first discovers ryo for some reason is natively proficient in korean for reasons still unknown to us because i can’t come up with a proper reason i just think yuta’s hot when he speaks korean sorry. ryo joins kohei’s father at the meeting, charms the crap out of the investors, helps secure the deal with ease, and thoroughly impresses everyone at the meeting. after that kohei’s dad keeps calling him whenever he needs a charming little guy who can speak korean like a pro and ryo’s like yay i have a real job now boooo i still owe a life debt to the amagai family 😑
and all that aside ryo definitely thinks kohei is sexy when he speaks english.
anyways like i said earlier this mostly draws inspiration from irl ryoki and yuta who speak the languages i attributed to szam. i think it’s fitting for their characters too and plus it honestly just makes sense to me lmaoooo
#high & low#high&low#high & low the worst x#high&low the worst x#suzaki ryo#amagai kohei#amazaki#🦙 anons#suzaama
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hi bestieeee
ive been following & have had notifs on for years. i actually dont even pay attention to kpop anymore AIDBBFHFDISO but ive always wanted to know sooo badly: how does LOOH end?
I know it's on indefinite hiatus but it doesn't seem like itll ever be completed, and the curiosity has always killed me 😭
"it doesn't seem like itll ever be completed" PLEASEEEEE i screamed but yeah youre 100% right LOL
its kinda hard to say how looh was supposed to end because i kinda write smaus on the go without indepth storylines lol (i.e. basically i bullshit on the go and fake it til i make it)
fair warning also that ive forgotten almost all of looh by this point... i used to have a notebook with my ideas for the smau but i lost it during my last move so this is what i can remember. apologies if there are inconsistencies but i genuinely dont remember LMAOOO its been (8)4 years...
i can give you an idea of how i was thinking of ending looh... under the cut for the sake of people who dont give af lol
i do know for a fact that i planned jimin and y/n to be endgame. it was going to be a long process of "will they or wont they" because of jimins underlying insecurities and y/n's inability to introspect would always be a hindrance in their relationship
i know i framed y/n as like a "really good person" but she really isnt perfect. i was gonna lay more groundwork to "expose" her for some of the fucked up shit she did in the past (i forgor 💀) and i was planning on exploring her internalized "holier than thou" complex
that was gonna be the second main conflict after the whole jimin vs tae conflict... kinda like a season 2 lol
BUT BACK TO SEASON 1... tae vs jimin lol so yeah tae releases that slander video on jimin and he runs away... y/n is supposed to have a big altercation with jin and make him release a statement proving jimin's innocence... jin ofc says no and y/n + jimin (+kook on the side) have to figure out a way to improve jimin's public image
my initial idea was that he tries to pivot towards becoming a professional dancer and joining hoseok's crew... i was planning on introducing a new character (likely seungkwan haha gotta keep with the seventeen member cameos) who was gonna be like a PR manager... they'd make a youtube channel and post content about their dancers. not just their dances, but interviews, challenges, etc. just to "prove" jimin is the good guy or something.
on the side, the seungcheol/jeonghan/yoongi drama... yeah seungcheol gets dumped by y/n like an additional two times LOL and for funsies, jeonghan confesses his feelings for seungcheol to y/n (shocker) and its all very messy mwahahah (yeah they both end up sad in the end my bad). as for yoongi... OH BOY
so yeah he got rejected by y/n which RUINS his ego and he doesnt give up for a while. then he starts crushing on seungcheol (who previously had a crush on him lol) and it gets very messy but overall he gets called out on his power tripping ways and ends up alone at the end teehee (he was gonna get an epilogue scene where he goes to the club all drunk and shit and a younger guy hits on him but calls him "sir" after seeing his face properly lol)
as for jin/hoseok/namjoon... uhhh yeah 2seok dont end up strictly together... theyre both chaebols with fucked up senses of humor (they both enjoy playing with people like chess pieces) and jin gets super pissed when he finds out hoseok has been playing with HIM on the side. they have a heated argument that causes the collapse of bang ent (hoseok has more money/influence than him and essentially grabs the company off jin's hands) and BOOM friends to lovers to enemies to ???
oh and namjoon is there. uhhhh yeah he becomes jin's little puppet for a while. essentially namjoon spies on y/n for jin and breaks her trust. this further strains kook's mental state because he feels super guilty about everything. i was planning on kook being pro-joon and breaking y/n's heart, but i wasnt sure. it all depends on how i was feeling tbh LMAOOO sometimes i like making jungkook cry (all the time)
as for tae... yeah he wins LOL he's essentially the main antagonist (its not jin... surprise) but he actually succeeds in becoming a very popular pornstar. even when hoseok grabs the company, he keeps tae on their roster and tae becomes very rich. he continues trying to slander jimin but he eventually stops when hoseok forces him to stop (out of guilt? bribery? revenge? who knows lol)
umm back to jimin and y/n... yeah they get together blah blah y/n confesses first, jimin gets hurt a lot, y/n is bad at relationships (shes got bad interpersonal skills), they have a large argument where y/n accidentally dehumanizes jimin (ouch)... so many things. all that matters is that they do end up together... maybe not so happily, but they'll get there. i think.
SO YEAH THAT WAS SO MESSY idk how coherent this was... again like i said, i kinda write smaus on the go so a lot of these things arent necessarily canon. i only consider things canon when stuff gets posted, but again like u said thats probs never happening LOL but in the meantime, if u have more questions about any of the points listed above, lemme know!! i'll try my best to explain further (sobs i am so rusty at writing u dont even know) anyway blessings be upon ye!!
#PHEWWWW THIS WAS SO MESSY LOL IDK#looh was written in 2019 isnt that crazy#people have graduated from hs/college at this point!! FAWK#I GRADUATED FROM UNI!!! CRAZY TIMES!!!#textau3#Anonymous#answered#sorry this took long btw lol i had to remember how to write (its hard)
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Since asks have been running dry I wanna do some hcs for Miché cus I love him!!!
(I need a reference for him actually)
Hes so lonely he has a single friend and its Samantha.
His rubix cube skills are off the charts wtaf he could go pro
Hes got a lot of sensory issues, mainly fabric and stuff
Miché is like those fictional goats in movies where they eat anything that will fit in their mouths. Dont test him he ate resin
His sleep schedule is nonexistent, he can rarely ever sleep and when he does constantly has nightmares (teehee)
Hes good at knife handling, he can juggle them, and throw them, and hes even good at catching them!
If you give him a gift hell keep it forever, hes so sentimental about anything hes given
Miché despises water, both a cat thing and a sensory thing
Hes.. hes been thru a lot gang please comfort him hes dying mentally
hes basically that one funny friend who has been to hell and can still make jokes about it
He, shockingly, is "friends" with Mach. Not exactly friends but they dont hate eachother
Pet names are his everything if you couldnt tell, everybody is "dear "darling" or some variation of those
If you really care he gives me mettaton ex vibes personally
He is the literal embodiment of theater kid
Hes jus like me fr hes got anxiety cus im projecting on him
Thats all for nowsers! (This is all ooc btw!)
#ooc post#Just for people who want a reference#hes so silly#and depressed#hes so babygirl#i love miché with my whole heart#regretevator#regretevator miché#miché#miché ask blog#miché regretevator#regretevator ask blog#regretevator stuff#ask miché#ask blog
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