#otp: you can keep your pity

[fleur-bbyy]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ GET IT UP! s. gojo (0.9k)

is satoru’s call really more important than you?

warnings: oral (m receiving), suckin’ him off while he’s otp, pet names (like excessive pet names), slight throat fucking, nickname toru, MDNI!!!

a/n: eepy and whoreknee

“Can’t really do this right now, baby.” Satoru was never one to deny his own pleasure.

He’d already been reduced to shaky breaths by you just kissing your way down his body. Taking your time to find every bump and ridge in his skin and marking it with your mouth. Simultaneously fumbling with the button and zipper on his pants and practically gleaming when you saw his heavy cock spring free.

“Y’got the sweetest fuckin’ lips, angel, but we really can’t right now.” His voice wasn’t as firm this time. It was breathier, unstable.

You were a second away from taking his cock into your mouth when the incessant buzz of his phone began to vibrate the desk above your head.

“‘M sorry, baby, told you I had to take it.” He caressed your face before gently patting your head. “Just give me a minute, babe, and I’m all yours. I promise.” You still rolled your eyes as he pressed the ‘answer’ button and held the device to his ear, not annoyed at him, but whoever was on the other line.

“Please?” You mouthed, gesturing with your eyes down to his cock and back up to him. A pitiful, pleading look painted on your face. Satoru pouted back down at you and shook his head, whispering a small “I’m sorry.” before bringing his attention back to his cell phone.

That short minute quickly turns to five agonizing minutes of having to listen to talks of curses and you already felt yourself growing bored. Resting your head on his lap from where you’re perched on the floor in front of him, trying to find something to keep you entertained. Your fingers quickly grow tired of tracing shapes on Satoru’s thigh. In an act of rebellion, your eyes dart up to his to make sure he’s still engrossed in the phone call and you experimentally run a finger over the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. Smirking when he shoots you a warning glare and mutters a quick “mhm” to whoever’s on the other end.

The warning doing nothing but spur you on to continue. With a coy smile, you begin to take him into your mouth. Relishing in the feeling of him twitch inside you when you begin to run your tongue over his tip. Not taking him in all the way to tease him even more. He sinks down further into his chair and a light sheen of sweat begins to make his forehead shine, causing a few strands of his soft, white hair to dampen and stick. He was too focused on trying to control his breathing and not let any incriminating sounds slip out to notice his hair hanging begin in his eyes. You almost laugh when you hear the man on the other end of the phone ask your boyfriend if he’s feeling alright.

“Yeah, y-yeah. Just… can I put’cha on hold for a sec.” You can’t see him mute the call, but you know he does by the way he lets his moans spill from his pink lips. Letting one of his hands fall to your head and push himself deeper into your throat. You allow him to shallowly thrust his hips up into you, throwing his head back before speaking again.

“Gotta lot of nerve, sweetheart,” He stops again, biting his lip to hold back a whine, “call’s important. Y’know that.” You pull yourself off of him and he groans at the loss of warmth.

“I just wanna have fun with you, ‘Toru.” He audibly groans at the nickname. The sound going straight to your aching core. He knows that you know what that name does to him. You replace your mouth with your hand and begin to gently pump up and down his length. Running your thumb over his flushed, leaking tip and using his pre as extra lube. Your eyes dart back and forth between his cock and his growing-pink face.

You can tell he’s debating something by the way his nose scrunches and his eyebrows furrow. He looks back to his phone to see how long he’s had the man on hold before looking back to you and softening his face.

“Okay, okay. Wha’dya need from me, baby? Tell ‘Toru what’cha need.” You smile victoriously, removing your hand to slip his cock back into your mouth once more. Bobbing your head up and down a few more times to give him a taste of what he could have if he focused all of his attention on you. Pulling off to give his length one more slow, tantalizing lick from base to tip.

“Hang up and you can have whatever you want from me.” Your voice was smooth, music to his ears. He plasters a cocky smirk on his face before bringing the phone back up to his ear.

“Hey… something just came up. Gonna have to get back to you at a better time.” He doesn’t even wait for the man to respond before ending the call. Lazily dropping his phone to his desk before turning his attention back to you.

“Now, I believe you owe me one, sweetness.”

[augment-techs]

Now that I have access to good quality pictures of The Coinless #1, I believe I can give it a proper review~

SO LET'S GET STARTED!!

I'm gonna start with saying the art here was fucking gorgeous. And I’m not gonna cover the basic points, too many people already have. Just lil things that held MY attention, knowing all the plot twists and spoilers~

Does this mean Drakkon DID have public executions in the street??

Bulk/Kim crumbs!!! Bulk is such a Simp man. OHHH

and and and— he tells Skull everything. Every part of his day. And I think skull hears, Skull understands.

This might get a little out of order now, but

It’s so sad the way she sits here bundled up like this. It also melts my heart. And she misses Zack So MUCH. And the guilt is swallowing her whole.

SHE IS NOT YOURS—

You know what I’d be up to kill him too if I were in this world.

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE MOMENT OTP DOUBLE TEAMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!! Please I love THIS SO MUCH.

Bro deserved this shot ngl.

…now why do you have this stowed away like this, huh jason? Are we keeping the trauma like a trophy?? Are you going to wear that when you leave your little recluse’s hut???

Untreated PTSD made worse by more incoming trauma. This guy got so fucked up and yet he finds a way for ME to be annoyed at HIM.

Baby. Baby. Babyyyyyyy. Ultimate himbo Simp. BBY!!

These women are in LOVE by the way. For the record. Just so you know. And every single scene they had deserved a post of its own because HHHHH

But this one in particular. They’re SOFT but they’re pretending to be so tough. They just need a HUG. That’ll fix like 99.9% problems.

Also does anyone remember what did happen to the scorpina of that universe??

This is so funny to me and I don’t even know why

Iconic shot. Could hear the BONK noise in the background.

Glad finster got this moment. Even if it was short lived~

Zack what are. You. Trying. To. Achieve. Why does he keep calling her out like this?? Like he's ridiculing her for what happened to HIM?! WHAT. IS. THIS.

Also does this mean we get lava zombie kim???

HE SAID HIS NAME HE SAID HIS NAME HE SAID—

oh he betrayed them.

oH buLk is hurt.

aSDFGH

Like i said, the art was GORGEOUS. Drakkon was annoying as fuck. I needed to punch him in every single shot he was in.

This feels like a potential redemption arc for him, and I don’t LIKE IT. I don’t like redemption arcs. 99.9% of them. They’re almost never done right.

Obviously, this COULD be something really good, but I feel like

Also the fact that all of the characters not explicitly mentioned are all zombies now saddens me beyond explanation. It somehow kills scope for fanfiction to me?

But on the bright side, Bulk’s development is some of the best of the BEST. He’s the glue that’s holding the team together, he’s also the guy who thought he’d never get this, the underdog, the guy who thinks he doesn’t deserve any of this, and yet, and yet in every interaction of the team, he shines through. He’s the one who’s holding them all together, even though his own world— aka skull— is collapsing.

and i hope we get more development for him.

And please please PLEASE can we have everyone turn back to normal when this shit ends?! These people need a goddamn break.

[orionsangel86]

You know, I thought we were done with the ageism in fandom thinking that its purely for teenagers? Because it doesn't help anyone to have the attitude of this (now blocked) anon. People don't stop having passions and being fans of things just because they get older. Fandoms thrive BECAUSE older people put in the effort to MAKE them thrive. Do you really think that 100k word perfectly written epic fanfic that you adore so much was written by a 16 year old? Because I guarantee it was more likely to be written by a 35 year old mother of 2.

That amazing cosplay of your fave character you saw at a recent comic con that took phenomenal skill and probably a good deal of expense to look perfect wasn't put together by a 17 year old high schooler, it was perfected through years of passion into a hobby that more than likely required a full time job and a savings account to afford.

That amazing fanartist who has the BEST art of your OTP that captures their likeness in a really gorgeous style? They weren't born with that talent. It takes years to develop a personal art style, and capturing a persons likeness in art is a skill that has to be nurtured. The best artists are the ones who've had years to develop their skills. They aren't school kids. I have had mutuals on this site for a decade now and I have seen how much their art has improved and become absolutely beloved. These are people who at their youngest are in their late 20s now. Most of my mutuals are in their 30s, some of the best fanfiction writers I know are in their 40s and 50s. The meta writers I know are also in my age group. Hell, do you think teenagers run AO3? You'll be surprised just how many "old people" make the best fanworks. If you removed them from fandom spaces, I guarantee you would remove most of the talent, because no offence to you kids, but that talent is something that is nurtured over time, and time and aging go hand in hand i'm afraid.

The people who make fandoms what it is, the ones running events, pouring themselves into analytical posts, providing the best fanart, coming up with the amusing memes and textposts that go viral? Do you REALLY think they are all school kids? Fandoms are made up of PEOPLE, and newsflash assholes, people AGE.

This attitude always amazes me. There isn't an age limit in fandom. This isn't fucking Logan's Run (bet you the kids won't understand that reference) and honestly if these kids genuinely think they need to give it up and quit at a certain point in their future I just pity them.

Fandom thrives because of the older people that have nurtured it for years and carved out a space where younger people can enter in comfort and safety. Which are only possible BECAUSE older people built online fandoms and continued to put in the work to keep them going. If we all had to stop caring and leave fandom at some specific cut off date, the fandom landscape would be a vastly different space - and probably a lot worse for being predominantly run by hormonal teenagers - heh, I guess it would be a lot more like TikTok and we all know how dreadful TikTok has been for fandom so far. If nothing else that alone proves my point.

At the end of the day, no one can stop the passing of time. Even the horrible children who send adults nasty anons. Eventually, they will be the "fandom elders" and receiving their own anon hate from a future generation of brats, I personally can't wait to be the very old lady laughing at them when that day inevitably comes.

[qwertycake]

cute squishy platonic otp prompts :) very fluffy and good smiley face

FOUND THESE ABANDONED IN MY NOTES FROM 2021! Some of these are very specific so feel free to alter them to suit your situation/tastes. Some of these are more targeted towards the mundane “imagine this” scenarios which aren’t great for writing an extended piece about but they can still get your creative juices flowing. These are all geared towards platonic and squishy, but I suppose they could be used in other contexts too. Enjoy!

“You’re very good at that instrument, Person A, but please put it away it’s two in the fucking morning” AU

“We went out to stargaze but you keep saying that every cluster of stars is Orion’s belt and I’m starting to think you’re trying to impress me with the astrology knowledge that you don’t have” AU

“You walked into our house/apartment/whatever sopping wet from the rain because you forgot your umbrella, here’s a towel and I’m making hot chocolate by the way let’s watch movies” AU

“That’s a cute bouquet and all but why are the neighbours’ gardens barren” AU

“We’re playing smash bros together on the couch and I’m teaching you to play and you kick my ass and the worst part is that I wasn’t letting you win” AU

“The party’s over and we now have a ton of helium filled balloons hey what if we drank the helium and prank called people come on you know you want to” AU

“We went to a rocky beach and now have a rucksack full of cool rocks that we’re never gonna use” AU

“Look I know it’s two in the morning— hey stop asking how I got in your room that’s not important— I need you to make a Hot Wheels track with me” AU

“We both keep dream journals and are sharing our weird dreams” AU

“We’re performers waiting outside the venue because we’re tired of the loud noise and need a breather, also hey is your group also going to the McDonalds afterwards? I’ll see you there” AU

“We’re camping and a random dog/cat just waltzed up to our tent and we don’t know where their owner is so we have to take care of it in a really small space oh my god” AU

“We’re both isakaied away into another world but you became a cool mage and I’m just Some Dude” AU

“We’ve been trying to get this goddamn plushy from a grabbing machine for literal hours to the point where we broke it and the poor worker, person C, just walked up and unlocked the chamber and gave us the plushy out of pity” AU

“We’re at a library and I’m intimidated because everyone looks super stoic and serious but then you waltz up to me with a kids encyclopaedia of dinosaurs and ask me which one’s my favourite” AU

“We’re having a snowball fight but we both can use insanely powerful magic and end up wrecking havoc on the whole area” AU

“Oh your winter clothes got wet, here have my hat and gloves I don’t feel cold— in fact you know what let me warm your hands for you, give em here” AU

“I’m driving us home from the airport/ferry port/whatever and its late and we end up falling asleep in the car park of a service station. You wake up before me and buy me service station food for a three in the morning breakfast and it’s really sweet until we realise that we still have an hour to go before we’re home ugh” AU

“Can you catch the bus with me I’ve never caught it before and I need to get used to it” AU

“We’re astronauts and we’re going into space together and it’s really scary but you’re pissing me off already and we’ve barely gotten ready for launch fuck” AU

“We both crash landed from a plane into a woodland and are staying in an abandoned shack and chatting over a can of warming beans” AU

“We’re in control of making the new universe and we can’t agree on anything stop putting cat ears on the humans and take this seriously goddammit” AU

“I work at a drycleaners and you’ve been bringing your bodypillow/ahaego hoodie/whatever here for the past three days and I just want to know why please you’re killing me” AU

“There’s only one bed but we actually get gradually more pissed off at one another as the night goes on because you kicked me and I took the blanket and whatever until I cave and sleep on the couch, but you make me breakfast in the morning so all is forgiven” AU

“You look depressed here have a bathbomb go have a bath I insist do you want wine” AU

“You’ve never made a pizza from scratch before? Here let me show you how” AU

“You’ve never played hop scotch before? Here let me show you in public” AU

“You’ve never built a death ray before? Here let me show you— hey hold on stop screaming it’s pointed away from you it’s pointed away” AU

“Mario Maker: Endless Easy” AU

“Whenever we go out to eat you always tell the staff that it’s my birthday when it isn’t and I always get happy birthday sung to me and I hate you now pass me that slice of cake goddammit” AU

[kyouka-supremacy]

Ryu for the ask game?

Omg thank you all for asking this character I totally didn't specifically ask to be asked about and who I love a perfectly normal amount giggles and twirls hair

Favorite thing about them: He really strives to be good. Good at something, anything, but just good. He constantly fights against his own narrative and I find it very admirable. He was doomed from the start to fail and I feel like he knows that, and I don't know how he finds the strength to keep trying anyway but he does and it's really neat. Maybe his skull really is too thick to listen to the words of a predetermined fate. Just the whole thing about being the tragic character of all time is very compelling to me. Also, his inherently meaningless seeking a validation to live he shares with Atsushi makes me like him for reasons similar to Atsushi.

Least favorite thing about them: MMMHHHH,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Like I really like his flaws, I'm happy he has them, I wouldn't like him the same if he didn't? But at least I can safely say it's someone I wouldn't like to deal with irl lol.

Favorite line:

<3

brOTP: GIN AND RYUUNOSUKE!!!!! They make me go insane. Holding hands while working in the darkness fr. Being lonely together. Someone who's seen you at your worst FOR REAL but still hasn't abandoned you for some unfathomable reason. I don't know what goes through your mind but I see your eyes and they're the same as mine. Also mmmmhhhh sskk. Chuuaku. Kyouka and Akutagawa though I'm not sure that can count as brotp. Lucy and Akutagawa.

OTP: Sskk is like, pretty cool if you ask me <3 Imagine a fully rotten individual who was never meant for anything but killing and making people suffer since they were born, loving someone. Imagine the “I will kill you” being replaced by “I will love you”. But also imagine being so deeply interlaced with another person, your existence just can't escape the other. Destined to be together and destined to fall apart at the same time. I'll never be able to move forward until I've denied your very being but if you die my existence will stop having a meaning. Don't tell me what to do. I will follow you to the end of the world. I will kill you. I will die for you. I just think them <333 Chuuaku too, have already spent countless words on them but. Finally a ship that's real and relatable. Finally something that doesn't feel ethereal and idealized and distant and untouchable, but real and stained and messy and human. What if I didn't understand you but I wanted to. What if we walked together home. They're neat <333 Other Akutagawa ships I vibe with would be Akutagawa × Beast Atsushi, Akutagawa × Tachihara, Akutagawa × Kajii, akuatsulucy...

nOTP: 🤨🤔🧐

Random headcanon: I think he's numb to pain. And I don't mean it in the “oh no he suffered so much he's used to it at this point :((( ” pitying way, I mean it in the “he's felt such very strong spikes of pain in multiple occasions, his pain detectors just gave out” way. The “he won't notice a wound because he just can't feel it” way.

Unpopular opinion: In the last period, it's been bugging me a little how Akutagawa and Dazai's relationship is portrayed in fancontent. It's just always so black and white, while actually I feel like there's so much nuisance to it that just gets lost in fandom. Yes, the way Dazai treated Akutagawa was horrible and inhuman. Yes, to an extent Dazai thought highly of Akutagawa's abilities and cared for him. Yes, Akutagawa was victim of Dazai's heavy abuse. No, Akutagawa isn't entirely subject to Dazai, he explicitly gave his consent to an hard training (which, I reiterate, doesn't justify it at all; but does give more nuisance to the whole situation) and did oppose him in multiple occasions. I just think sometimes Akutagawa is framed as this helpless damsel in distress and Dazai as this inhuman monster whereas their relationship is indeed unhealthy, but still so much more complex than that. And just, really, I feel like portraying Akutagawa so helpless in Dazai's hands makes him a disservice? Even though in canon he said to be willing to kill Dazai on multiple occasions, has punched him more than once, has told straight “no”s to his face. I just think... People tend to make Akutagawa a lot less aware than he actually is. Here, there it is, that's what really troubles me. Akutagawa does know Dazai hurt him. He does know Dazai's treatment of him was cruel, and unfair. He is aware of what Dazai did to him. That just can't stop him from seeking his approval, even against his will. But to think that Akutagawa is blind to everything Dazai did to him does him a disservice, because he really is not that stupid or with completely null self-awareness. The fact that he tends to run after Dazai despite knowing how much he's hurt him is just further proof of how complex and human-like Akutagawa's psyche is. Also, he does NOT like reading. All my homies hate booknerd Akutagawa.

Song i associate with them: Well, I associate with him songs I definitely shouldn't associate with him alcfjyalfiygaslfiya. One song I always listen to that infallibly makes me think of Akutagawa although it really DOES NOT fit Akutagawa is Patchwork Staccato by toa, with its delicious sewing symbolism and words of toxic codependent relationships and the line you, I'd really rather you just stop existing I just can't help but link to him. Or Vampire by DECO*27, which. self-explanatory. but really shouldn't be associated with Akutagawa. On the side of songs that do fit Akutagawa, Tokyo Teddy Bear (AKUTAGAWA SEWING SYMBOLISM MY ULTIMATE BELOVED) and Lost One's Weeping (“Who stained that heart black? Who was it? Who was it!?” “Can you untie the rope around his neck? Can we keep going like this? What're you gonna do? I don't care anymore!” “But why does this lump in our hearts // Say we want to disappear? Say we want to die?” “Can you remember the dreams of your childhood? Who threw those dreams in a ditch? Who was it!? You know who it was! When are you going to grow up!? What is a grown-up anyway? Who has the answers? What're you gonna do? I don't care anymore!”) and basically everything from Neru. And Rolling Girl by wowaka, obviously.

Favorite picture of them:

Favourite panel from the manga: The one above LMAO. I. Really like that scene and think it's the most beautiful climax Akutagawa's character arc could have ever had. Here's my second favourite though:

Favourite illustration: There's a lot of beautiful ones...

Favourite illustration in the anime art style:

BUT ALSO this please don't make me choose. And various anime screencaps. I feel like I'm cheating but maybe it's unethical to ask from me to pick a favourite Akutagawa picture in the first place.

Favourite Mayoi card:

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[bardcore-jaskier]

♡ My thoughts on Yennskier + headcanons ♡

(Edited post)

- What makes this whole thing so funny and exciting to me is that Yennefer used to think that Jaskier was just some annoying sing songy twit before. While Jaskier's dramatic arse used to consider Yennefer an enemy until she saved him from Rience XD XD XD

- I adored the everliving FUCK out of their scenes together in season 2! Their dynamic is so fucking good! AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

- Yennskier, the ship we didn't know we needed, but definitely deserved! Their chemistry is so fucking perfect and their dynamic works so well!

- Personally I think that this ship is actually, currently, THE healthiest and most wholesome one of all my Jaskier ships! At least as of season 2! (Even if Geraskier remains as my OTP)

- In Oxenfurt, when Jaskier and Yennefer got to know eachother better without Geralt's presence to distract them both, ever since they saw the real, raw and vulnerable sides of eachother and became friends, I couldn't help but notice how absolutely toothrottingly perfect they are together!

- Legit, and I kid you not! I can't picture Yennefer and Jaskier having anything other than that deep kind of connection where you know that you are loved, appreciated and adored, despite all your flaws. The kind of love where you know you're not alone, that this person is your family and will always have your back no matter what.

- Yennefer, despite being one of the most powerful sorceresses on the entire continent, treats Jaskier as an equal by the time Ciri gets possessed. (Bro, like even Geralt doesn't do that! Jaskier is his friend, sure, but I've never seen Geralt treating him as an equal.)

- Yennefer and Jaskier have a mutual respect for eachother, they trust eachother, they enjoy eachother's company. All of those things are A CRUCIAL part of having a solid foundation to build a honest, sturdy, long-lasting and happy relationship upon.

- From compatibility POV, they work together a lot better than Geralt and Yennefer did. With Jaskier, there are no djinn related consent issues, there wouldn't be any communication issues and he would probably be a positive influence on Yennefer's mental health.

- Whereas her relationship with Geralt was quite frankly chaotic, explosive, sometimes even toxic. It was built upon a shaky foundation of lust, djinn magic and exchanged favors. Like c'mon, their time together as an on-and-off couple mostly consisted of having kinky unicorn sex, trauma dumping, dealing with magical, gorey and insanely dangerous situations, then talking about said situations until they have a fight! Leaving eachother every time in the end because they can't seem to make it work long-term. They're incompatible because in canon, the only thing that finally made them stick together for good, was an orphaned girl in need of protection. It's not right, kind of like parents who are postponing their divorce until their daughter grows up :/

- Jaskier on the other hand, despite his magic-less ordinary humanity has a hilariously witty, optimistic, stupidly brave, highly empathetic, loyal and supportive personality. Yennefer would have an understanding partner who loves her, cherishes her, acceptc her for who she is without judgement nor pity. A partner who would make it his life's mission to help her see the good things this world has to offer, to make her happy because she deserves it!

- Damn it all, they both have been through enough, they both deserve a break. They actually GET eachother. I can already feel a drabble forming in my brain, set a week or so after the whole Voleth Mier shebang, Jaskier is struggling with PTSD and nightmares about Rience, Yennefer is struggling with guilt and shame because she put Ciri in danger. So while Geralt is too busy with Ciri's training to be there for Jaskier and he feels too betrayed to be in Yennefer's company, neither Yen nor Jask have anyone to turn to in Kaer Morhen, except eachother. Three months confined to a witcher keep together? Now that is a LOT of time to spend with someone you can be openly vulnerable around, bond with, heal and share joy with, unexpectedly falling in love....

- Yennefer too is an extremely good match for Jaskier, it's almost uncanny how much she completes him! Jaskier would finally have an understanding and loving partner who truly saw him when others didn't bother. And Yennefer liked what she saw, the familiar face of a simple human bard who offered kindness and compassion to strangers even if it could kill him. She saw courage, honesty, forgiveness and so much good, a collection of rare qualities she had never thought could exist within one single person all at once. After Voleth Mier, all that goodness was given to her so freely, it is still being given to her everyday, so she knows a treasure when it looks her right in the eyes with such easy warmth. She would make it her life's mission to cling onto him with everything she's got, to love and cherish him the way he deserves, to protect the only person she deems worthy of holding her heart!

- They have a lot in common too. From both having a knack for fashion, both being mischievous little shits at heart and both having high standards when it comes to personal hygiene. To also having similar tastes in both alcohol, humor, luxury and entertainment.....if Yennefer's kinky orgy party and Jaskier's reputation as the biggest slut on the continent is anything to go by.

- Speaking of sex, both of them having a high libido and exceptional skills in bed aside, they're fucking GORGEOUS people! Why wouldn't they find eachother attractive?

- Yennefer is basically a Goddess, beauty personified! She is elegant and breathtaking, everyone knows it.

- However, since a majority of the Witcher fandom usually dismisses Jaskier in favor of simping for Geralt, I can, I must and I WILL gush about how pretty Jaskier is! Cuz clearly some of them bitches be blind, Yennefer is one lucky witch!

- Jaskier is like only 1,5 inches shorter than his grouchy snowman friend. Meaning he is tall as all hell and he definitely isn't lacking in the muscle department either, that bard is jacked yo. His voice is soothing and his vocabulary is extensive enough to make the most experienced of whores blush from pillow talk. He has VERY soft looking hair and he has one of the most angelic fucking faces I've ever seen. His eyes are the clearest shade of blue and his expressions + mannerisms are absolutely adorable! Ok, I'm done gushing, onto the next point....

- Unlike Jaskier, I don't think I have a dummy thick enough of a vocabulary to express how much dopamine Yennskier fanfics give me, more specifically when their husband and wife act from Oxenfurt becomes an inside joke for them, leaving the rest of Kaer Morhen's inhabitants confused as fuck.

- Geralt getting a bit jealous? His brothers wondering when that could have happened? Ciri feeling bamboozled as well?

- It's all shits and giggles until somebody giggles and shits. It won't take long until their inside joke is no longer a joke. They already bicker like a married couple anyway XD

- I can not help but also headcanon Jaskier as not fully human. It would be sad if he up and died on his dear immortal wife. I don't necessarily picture him having chaos or other powers in this scenario, but when I do, I think that they would discover them together on accident.

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: The Robber Girl (The Snow Queen)

No one asked me, I just felt like sharing because I've been thinking about this story lately.

Favorite thing about them: How remarkably complex she is for a fairy tale character, especially a little girl. She's introduced as a savage little brat, in total contrast to the gentle, innocent Gerda. Yet from the start Andersen hints at her better nature, as she saves Gerda from being killed (albeit for selfish reasons, to force her to be her playmate), and her eyes are described as melancholy. We realize that she's a product of her upbringing, as we see her vicious drunkard mother and the un-familial way they treat each other. And of course, she eventually proves her inner goodness by becoming a genuine friend to Gerda and letting her go with the Reindeer. Yet she does this without losing any of her rough-and-tumble demeanor. There are very few characters in children's stories quite like her.

Least favorite thing about them: Her habit of casually threatening to kill Gerda in the earlier part of their acquaintance, and the way she teases the Reindeer with her knife and laughs at his terror. Did Andersen need to give her that much of a sadistic streak?

Three things I have in common with them:

*I'm broad-shouldered and have dark eyes.

*I can sometimes be selfish, but compassionate and caring too.

*I love animals.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm not a robber.

*I don't sleep with a knife in my hand.

*I don't torture animals for fun.

Favorite line:

This passage as she lets Gerda go, with its blend of rough yet sincere kindness, lingering selfishness, and irreverent humor:

"Here, take back your fur boots, for it's going to be bitter cold. I'll keep your muff, because it's such a pretty one. But your fingers mustn't get cold. Here are my mother's big mittens, which will come right up to your elbows. Pull them on. Now your hands look just like my ugly mother's big paws."

Her words to Kai when she meets him for the first time near the end:

"You're a fine one for gadding about. I'd just like to know whether you deserve to have someone running to the end of the earth for your sake."

From the Faerie Tale Theatre adaptation:

"Fraidy-cats like you give girls a bad name! The forest is no place for sugar and spice and everything nice! If you run with the wolves like me, you gotta be quick as a cricket and brave as a bear!"

"If word gets out I took pity on a city girl, I'll be booted out of the robbers' league for sure!"

brOTP: Gerda.

In crossover-land, I might also like to see her meet Éponine from Les Misérables, since they have a lot in common. Both are the abused daughters of ruthless criminals, both are wild, hardened, amoral girls as a result, both can stand up to a band of armed robbers and get their own way, and both sometimes skirt the edge between "good guy" and "bad guy." Yet both become deeply attached to one of the protagonists, which reveals their capacity for caring and unselfishness, and they both help to bring the story's innocent girl and boy together. Of course there are key differences too. The Robber Girl is a child, while Éponine is a teenager; the Robber Girl is robust, fierce, and aggressive, while Éponine is more frail, ghostly, and whimsical (in the novel, at least – I've seen productions of the musical that played her more like the Robber Girl); and of the aforementioned boy and girl they help to reunite, Éponine is devoted to the boy, while the Robber Girl is devoted to the girl. But I still wonder if Victor Hugo drew just a little inspiration from Hans Christian Andersen in this case.

OTP: Maybe Gerda, if you view Gerda's love for Kai as sibling-like.

nOTP: Her mother, or any of the adult robbers.

Random headcanon: This isn't a rare or original headcanon, but I'll cite it anyway: she's a baby lesbian with a crush on Gerda. Now, I won't pretend this is the only way to read her. She can also be seen as just a lonely, mistreated child desperate for a friend. But in a story written by a bisexual author, she wraps her arm around Gerda's waist as they ride together, insists that Gerda share her bed, sleeps with her arms around Gerda's neck, and playfully insults Kai (her male "rival" for Gerda's affections) when she eventually meets him. Does that seem entirely platonic?

Even Disney seems to have seen it, since when they very loosely adapted the story as Frozen, they made the Robber Girl's counterpart into a male – though Kristoff isn't a criminal, or as wild or initially nasty as the Robber Girl, he's still the gruff, unsociable reindeer-owner who becomes the heroine's unlikely friend and helper – and made him the love interest of Gerda's counterpart Anna.

Unpopular opinion: Her appeal for me isn't because she's "badass." Repeatedly I've seen critics fixate on her feistiness as the reason to like her. But while it is endearing – and I do like that she's not "tamed" in any way, but gets to end the story by leaving her mother and setting out with a stolen horse and pistols to explore the world – that's not what matters most about her. It's that she has all the potential to be a villain, and at first she seems as if she'll be one, yet she feels compassion for Gerda, and as a result, without losing her hard edge or changing too much to believe, she chooses to do good.

Song I associate with them: None in particular.

Favorite picture of them:

This illustration by Arthur Rackham.

This illustration by Margaret Tarrant, showing her protecting Gerda from the adult robbers.

This illustration of the same moment by Nika Golz.

This illustration by Milo Winter.

This illustration by Honor C. Appleton.

This illustration by T. Pym, with Gerda.

This illustration by Henry J. Ford, showing her letting Gerda and the reindeer go. I like that strange, exotic (and probably stolen) outfit she's wearing!

Another illustration of the same scene.

From the 1957 Russian animated film.

Linda Manz in the Faerie Tale Theatre adaptation. (Too old for the role, yes, but it works because Gerda and Kai are aged up too. I wish I could find a good full-body picture, though, because I like her androgynous, fur-covered costume.)

@ariel-seagull-wings, @themousefromfantasyland, @thealmightyemprex

[bluewithpurplepolkadots]

I’m sometimes wondering about the irreparable damage the whole idea that ‘your otp reflects what you want irl about relationships’ has done to writing in fandom. Like not only in like people hating people for shipping pretty innocuous things like a bog standard and not even that offensive enemies to lovers. But even within the more considered acceptable pairings (or hell even the maligned ones desperately trying to prove they are perfect) the quality is just… not there.

It’s all wish fulfilment and no story like that claimed statement.

Like I’m sorry but your blorbo doesn’t really seem like the type to really be a passionate and emotional feminist when he keeps calling the main heroine a little girl.

Like.. maybe he can go through a character arc? Isn’t that a little more interesting? Or maybe he can just get punched in the face and later whine to one of his minions and they have pity sex instead. That’s fine too. It’s a little weird to have a character speak like a therapist trainee on YouTube when he canonically has the emotional constipation and the temperament of a donkey with bowel issues.

[storiesandstars]

Year of the OTP March Prompt: Acceptance

Read on AO3 | Feat: Mako-chan from Sil Mil: Tales of the Gods

“Y’say you’ve been summoned by the Lady? For what? To tame tha’ great beast we jus' barely managed to get into our paddock?” The grizzled driftsman rubbed his short, grey beard and looked over Lita quizzically. He turned to a boy who was standing beside him as if the teen would clear up his confusion. She could well imagine what he saw looking at her, standing there clad in her Amalthean travelling cloak.

Lita shrugged, holding up the envelope containing the request from the Lady Rhean herself. Granted, it was a request the Lady had put forth to Lita’s father but as he’d already been dispatched on caravan business, it was decided that Lita should fill the request. It wouldn’t do to disobey the caravan Matriarch's orders. Or to keep the Regent’s favourite cousin waiting, of course. Lita had no other choice but to accept, not that she would've gone with any other choice.

“Well,” she exhaled, “Not necessarily for your great beast. I gathered that the summons was for us to provide our knowledge on gryphons in general.”

The driftsman squinted at the envelope before turning to one of the several young men at his side, telling one of them to get someone from the estate to verify the envelope and request. A young man took off at a steady lope through the ranch, headed towards the sprawling mansion to the northeast. Lita eyed the six men, of varied ages, standing around her working at their various stations. Some of them stared boldly at her, their gazes ranging from curious to doubtful. Others merely turned back to what they were working on, unwilling to waste too much time on some strange girl.

She gave in to the urge to look around and gawk at one of the largest gryphon refuges across Jupiter. Excitement had been humming under her skin her entire journey here. Settled in the majestic Rhean Valley, and surrounded by the craggy, ancient Tinian mountains, this pioneering ranch served to rescue and rehabilitate endangered gryphons. It had been the first of its kind.

“Well, young lady, we’ll hafta wait until someone comes from the estate. Y’understand,” the old driftsman explained, his eyes already drifting away from Lita as his attention waned. There were likely many things he could be doing, could be completing if it weren’t for her taking up his time. She opened her mouth to say she was fine waiting right where she was, but he spoke up again before she could.

“What’d y’say your name was?”

Lita cleared her throat. “I actually hadn’t said my name. I’m Lita Shelan of Caravan Shelan.”

His dark grey eyes were now sharply assessing as they swung her way and he looked at her anew.

“A Shelan y’say? By Apollo’s bow, y’oughta be related to Zev Shelan then?” he boomed, his tone insistent.

She nodded and looked around at some of the wide eyed stares she was now receiving from those who’d heard her introduce herself.

“He’s, uh, he’s my father,” she admitted with a quiet pride. “I was sent in his stead.”

The old man huffed out a laugh that sounded more like a wheeze and he heartily clapped the young teen beside him on the back in amusement. Lita pitied the boy, who winced under the hefty hand.

“And what can I call you, sir?” Lita ventured when no name was offered in return.

By now, any of the driftsmen that hadn’t wandered off during their transaction were chuckling at the old man who took the ribbing in stride.

“Bah! Don’t y’dare call me sir. Y’can call me Bron.”

A piercing shriek sounded from where the wild gryphon was being kept in the massive domed paddock to her right. Her head swung in that direction, her eyes wide. The gryphon sounded furious with their captivity.

“That does not sound good,” she murmured, not looking away from the struggling gryphon. The domed paddock, the first of its kind that Lita had laid eyes on had to be a marvel of mercurian origin. Slender metal poles forming triangles provided structure to the massive spherical dome.

Bron walked up beside her, stopping at her side and gazing in the direction of the domed paddock.

"The dome-" she began.

“Aye. It's the latest joint venture between them Mercurians and the Uranians," Bron interjected.

The boy who seemed to be following Bron around came to stand by Lita on her other side. Curious, she glanced down at him, nodding in greeting. He looked to be in his early teens, perhaps slightly younger. He had similar colouring to Bron, perhaps they were related?

His eyes, a serious, dark grey, studied her for a moment. Looking her over with an equal curiosity, eying the pattern of her cloak until his eyes caught and stayed on her hair. Lita knew the deep auburn colour of her hair wasn’t usual, but it wasn’t exactly that rare. His slow, careful nod in return told her that she’d passed some kind of test she hadn't even known about.

"This dome doesn't have glass panes like the others that have been built in Ganymede and Io," he explained. "Each metal triangle creates an expandable energy field of-"

"Uranian energy," Bron cut in, sticking something in his mouth and beginning to chew. Loudly.

The boy continued on as if there hadn't been an interruption.

"We didn't want to risk hurting the gryphons we rescue with glass."

Lita blinked down at the top of his dark head and hummed with interest as he gazed back out towards the dome and the rescued gryphon. She hadn't expected all of that information from him.

“When did the gryphon arrive?” Lita inquired, unsure how much more they would want to share with a stranger.

“He was delivered to us three days ago,” the boy answered. “Brought in by Apollon rangers.”

Lita nodded. “Has it been like this the entire time?” she questioned further.

“Aye, that it has,” came Bron’s heavy answer.

The boy cleared his throat to gain her attention and she gave it to him, meeting his eyes.

“We think it could be a Thunder gryphon.”

Right then, that changed everything. Thunder gryphons were godtouched gryphons, the chosen steeds of the All-Father himself. Bron grunted in agreement before beginning his own interrogation.

“What d’you reckon? We’ve never encountered a Thunder gryphon before.” Bron held up his hand up as the boy opened his mouth. “Oh aye, we nearly had one sent our way years ago but the palace caught wind and since yer caravan was up that way, well, there was no more need for us to interfere.”

She’d been too young to accompany her father at the time, but she’d remembered what it had been like to watch him come home with a new title, Storm Rider.

“My father never spoke much to me about his experience with that Thunder gryphon,” she admitted truthfully. “All I’d be able to offer is my knowledge based on the care of regular gryphons.”

Bron hummed and rubbed at his beard after hearing her words.

“Well, perhaps direct observation might better inform your advice?”

All three of them turned around at the sound of a woman’s voice.

“Mom!”

“M’lady.”

The boy beelined for his mother, ducking out of the way reflexively when she reached out to ruffle his hair affectionately. This had to be Lady Rhean, cousin to the Regent of Jupiter. Lita bowed and straightened, getting a good look at a woman she’d admired for a long time.

The lady was smaller than she’d imagined. Lita herself was tall for a woman and this woman merely came up to her shoulder. Her eyes were a hazel-green, unlike her son's eyes but it was very clear where he'd gotten his dark head of hair from.

“You’re Zev’s daughter, aren’t you? I’ve not yet had the pleasure of meeting you. Your father has managed to keep you hidden all of these years!”

Lita smiled at her, a bit uncertainly, unable to ignore how keenly the lady was observing her.

“Yes, my Lady."

Lady Rhean hummed still taking her in with bright eyes. She appeared to come to some sort of decision internally, because she lifted her chin and began marching past Lita and Bron. Her son was quick to follow in her footsteps.

"Come along, little Shelan. Let's see about a Thunder gryphon."

Lita gulped nervously, but followed regardless, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

I'm going to finish this prompt challenge whenever the hell I end up finishing it. Mwahahha. Ugh, no, but what if they come out with a new prompt list next year? x_X

[sonofthesaiyans]

So it’s come to my attention.....

Apparently there are elements of the Eremika fandom out there that really cannot stand to see their favorite ship called out for the flagrantly toxic pairing that it has slowly devolved into. For one stubborn faction out there in the AOT fandom, Eremika still reigns supreme. 

You know, even after.......

Yeah. Even after this, there are fans out there who still want these two together. Fans who refuse to hear out that these two truly never had a chance due to their clashing priorities and personalities.......And the fact that Eren was revealed to be a sociopathic POS the entire time (That’s still a fucked up twist, I don’t care how you try to rationalize the ending). 

In light of a recent incident where I came under attack for expressing my growing distaste for this “couple”, I just want to set one thing straight. 

This is most definitely NOT a Pro-Eremika blog. This is NOT a place where you’ll find me empathizing with this idea any more than you’ve ever seen me take pity on that bitch Gabi Braun. That is simply not the case here. 

It should not be news to anybody that Eremika in more recent time is blamed for holding back Mikasa’s character growth, and I am in the crowd that firmly believes it stunted her badly as a character who truly could exist on her own without Eren as a crutch. And it pisses me off to say that because Mikasa was my initial favorite of the series. 

This ship is emotionally abusive. Eren never regarded Mikasa with much more than passing acknowledgement and any time where she voiced her affection for him, it left negligible impact on him. They may have been heavily reliant on each other in battle but the relationship is entirely from Mikasa’s side, NOT Eren’s. And the fact that he manipulated her and all his allies to kill billions is somehow not a dealbreaker for either herself OR the fans who stand by it.....

Wow, why not we go back to that forgotten time where we shipped Mikasa with Levi? (Thankfully I was too late to the game for that one) Next I suppose someone will suggest I invest myself in Fucking Falco and Garbage Braun. And yes, I will get back to my actual opinions on Falco later, as I earlier hinted....

A lot of people think I’m harsh in my opinions and my attitude......

And, you’re not wrong. 

But that doesn’t mean I can’t freely express my opinions, and the most recent time I expressed my opposition to Eremika, I think I was being fairly tame in my comments. 

So if someone wants to give my shit because I spoke ill of their favorite pairing, to you I say this.....

Yeah I don’t care if you disapprove, and I don’t like fans who try to control what I say because I simply expressed disagreement, and certainly not with anybody on a personal level in this instance until they tried to order me around. 

Over a bloody anime pairing, and certainly not one that should be taken as a case of a healthy relationship. 

This place is most definitely not one you’re gonna like if you’re a hardcore Eremika fan. Sorry, but if you wanna be salty with me over that, you’re wasting your time. This is why I don’t involve myself with shipping, it makes fans CRAZY. And I hate to see what kind of relationships these fans want in life if Eremika is their OTP. 

So no, there’s no haven for Eremika around here, don’t like it? Look another direction. I’m not an Eremika shipper. By now anyone who’s been here for five minutes should understand I ain’t a fucking Eren fan any more than I am a fan of Gabi or that goddamn ending. And right now I can only can Mikasa a pitiful waste of potential. Because of Eremika. 

Not looking for trouble with Eremika fans, but you keep it to yourself, I want no part of it. This is not a blog for Eremika, and if you see the occasional Eremika criticism, not the end of the fucking world. 

[lurrywrites]

cale's friends+family finding out he has a lover?

Ooh I'm so exited for this! Thank you for requesting, tho I didnt understand if you meant like in an imagine or headcanons so I opted for headcanons. My grasp on his family's character is not the best-

It truly depends on a lot of things but let's assume you're some close ally Cale was friends with but he never introduced you to them. They knew you're here, they just never aknowleged you

Deruth Henituse

He was not prepared for this, at all

Yes, he was sure that something beetween you two changed, but he was still surprised

Like his son fell in love with someone

HE LITERALLY REMEMBERS WHEN CALE WAS JUST BARELY BIGGER THAN HIS PALMS WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE

Tries to keep calm, accepts it and asks if you're serious with eachother

And when you positively reply, he just smiles and leaves you alnone

After thinking a little has what I call "Parental Realisation That Your Little Kid Is Not So Little Anymore" while his wife pats his back.

Violan Henituse

The elder woman be like 'okay'

Not surprised to be honest, just happy for Cale and you

Orders someone to check your back a little if her husband didn't do that already

Looks up your family tree and who your family is close to so in case things go south she can do something

She sent you an invitation to talk to you in the next few days and guess what

She approved of you!!!

Basen Henituse

*Windows loading noises coming from me cause I do not know what to write*

He'd just be happy for his brother honestly

Buut he definetly not gonna like you that much at first

You've gotta meet his standarts, dear

He may or may not look up information about you, wheither his sister asked him to or he just felt off

Also my little hc: he, as well as his mom and Deruth to some extent, knows a little about phycology tricks and he WILL use them on you. Will provoke you, and will ask you very specific guestions to see how you'll react so I wish you luck

Lily Henituse

Depends???

She will look down on you a little bit more than Basen, and would be salty

But nothing much besides that

She would challenge you to a duel if you know how to fight decently so it wont seem like she's beating up a baby being unfair

If you behave even a little like Clopeh she will beat your simp a$$ up no cap

But Lily must agree, her big brother is amazing!!

Warms up to you with time, but seeing Cale with you will make it last less

Alberu Crossman

Sceptical. Very sceptical.

Thinks this is some trick or joke but shows no sighs of suspecting it

Was polite but behaved like you're going to marry the redhead tomorrow

Basically, like a shipper with his otp

If you're nervious and dont talk much he will think your acting skills are poor

When he realizes this is no joke? When the next day he saw you peck Cale on the lips and call him 'love'

In front of THE KIDS

He was so confused and the prince also pitied you

How do you survive with this bastard as your lover? Haven't you got any heart attacks? You alright here, mate?

Respects you a lot more for keeping your composture and not leaving his dongsaeng after each of his sheningans

Choi Han

Respects you A LOT

How do you put up with Cale-nim? Just HOW?

When he become your friend he has THE POWER to threaten your lover!

What happened? Oh? Cale is sacrificing himself again? No problem, we've got (your name) on our side!

Cale: *smirks*

Choi Han: Whatever it is, (Your name) would not like that Cale-nim *innocent smile*

Cale: *gives him an side-eyed glance and plans something less dangerous*

You've now become his super-duper effective weapon against The not-so-single mother Cale Henituse!

It was fun writing this, althrough you can see with who I've had some troubles

[tickly-trashcan]

Kamisato Housekeeper {Thomato}

A/N: ahhh thank you so so much for the prompt!!!! I haven’t written for these two together yet (aside from that little ask a bit ago) AND IT WAS SO FUNNNN omg i think they’re a new otp for me bc honestly i loved writing this waaaaah! I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day and stay hydrated!! :DD

Summary: Ayato and Thoma are playing a game of shogi when Ayato decides to play something new.

Word Count: 2.1k (under the cut)

It was quiet in the Kamisato Estate. Ayaka had gone into town with the Traveler and Paimon to do some sightseeing, leaving Thoma behind. He didn’t mind, though, and used the time he had to work on some of his housekeeping chores.

He was helping prune some of the garden when he heard some footsteps on the gravel behind him. He turned, about to greet them when he realized it was none other than Ayato, who greeted him with a smile. Thoma fumbled slightly, making Ayato chuckle before he stood up straight.

���Good morning, my lord! How are you?”

“I’m rather well, thank you. The Yashiro Commission’s work has been rather lax as of late,” He said, looking behind Thoma at the bush he had been fixing up. He smiled, turning his gaze back to Thoma.

“I see your work has been keeping you busy enough. Would you care for a break? I’ve been wanting some tea.”

Thoma nodded, smiling brightly. “Of course! What kind of tea can I get you?”

Ayato hummed thoughtfully, hand on his chin. “The milk tea around Hanamizaka is rather good, but it’s quite a far walk just for tea… How about you brew some for us and I’ll set up a game?”

Ayato started to walk into the estate, Thoma following closely behind. “What kind of game?”

“Does shogi sound alright?”

“Of course! And I’ll get started on the tea,” Thoma chirped, brushing past Ayato to get himself into the kitchen where he would brew some tea. He fumbled with the different varieties they had, trying to decide on one that he thought that Ayato would enjoy. He finally picked one, setting a kettle on the stove as he poured it over the tea leaves, allowing them to brew. 

Ayato called for Thoma when he finished setting up the board, and Thoma carried in the tea as well as some cups for the two of them. He sat down across from Ayato, pouring a cup for him and himself. Thoma handed a cup to Ayato, who took it and sipped it. He smiled faintly, looking at Thoma appreciatively.

“How about you take the first move? This tea is wonderful, I’d like to savor it just a moment longer,” Ayato said, and Thoma nodded, taking a look at the board. He pondered for a few moments before making his move, confident that he would win. 

Thoma wasn’t terribly good at shogi, but that never stopped him from trying his best. He had won against Ayaka once or twice, but he wasn’t sure if she had just let him win out of pity. 

Ayato set down his teacup, scanning the board. He made his move and leaned back, watching Thoma as he made his next move. Ayato hummed, having predicted that move.

He moved one of his pieces and Thoma groaned before chuckling in mild defeat. “My lord, I think it will take me years before I’m finally able to beat you.”

Ayato only hummed, watching as Thoma made his next move, trying to recover. Ayato didn’t expect him to make the move he did, but he had a decent countermove that put Thoma in a pickle. Thoma put his hand on his chin, furrowing his brows as Ayato sipped his tea, completely nonchalant.

Thoma made a few more moves, all of which were easily outdone by Ayato’s moves. Thoma finally crumpled in defeat when Ayato made the winning move, making Thoma chuckle softly.

“Congratulations, my lord!” He said, still wearing a smile on his face. “Would you like to play again?”

Ayato thought for a moment, glancing at the board before looking up at Thoma, a small grin growing on his face. He set his teacup down, gesturing to the spot beside him as Thoma raised an eyebrow.

“I have a different game in mind, now. Here, sit.”

Thoma was a bit hesitant, but he figured that if Ayato was offering, Thoma wouldn’t be overstepping his bounds. He sat down next to Ayato, who then told him to turn around. 

“Erm… May I ask why, my lord?”

“It’s for the game. Ayaka and I used to play this game quite often when we were younger. I want to see if you’re better at it than her.”

Thoma chuckled awkwardly. “Well, I doubt I would be any better than her if I can’t beat either of you at shogi.”

Ayato clicked his tongue thoughtfully. “Ah, you will find this is quite a different game than shogi. It’s quite easy as well. All you have to do is keep your arms raised above your head for as long as you can.”

Thoma couldn’t help but turn his head at that, glancing back at Ayato. “It’s that easy?”

Ayato nodded and Thoma grew suspicious, figuring there must be some catch. “Do I have to hold something while I keep my arms up? And if I lose you’re not going to make me eat any weird food, are you?”

“My, Thoma, what do you take me for? No, you don’t need to hold anything. And I won’t make you eat any of my food, don’t worry. Now, raise your arms,” Ayato said, his tone lilting slightly as he put his hands around Thoma’s wrists. Thoma couldn’t help but feel himself flush.

“My lord-”

“Raise them, please.”

Thoma nodded his head, lifting his arms and holding them above his head. He waited a few moments, and nothing happened. He flexed his fingers awkwardly, craning his neck to look at Ayato. He was about to speak when he felt a sudden sensation running across his sides, making him gasp.

“Whahat!?” He laughed, his arms coming down as he squirmed in his seat. Ayato tutted, continuing to lightly tickle Thoma as he teased him.

“Seems your not as good as Ayaka at this game. I told you to keep your arms up!” Ayato drawled, Thoma giggling profusely under his hands as he shook his head.

“Buhuhut – But it tihihickles!” Thoma whined, and Ayato stopped his tickling for a moment, taking hold of Thoma’s wrists again and raising them. “Noho!”

“Do you admit defeat then?”

Thoma bit his lip, stifling his giggles as he shook his head, lifting his arms. “Never!”

Ayato chuckled in amusement. “Good.”

Thoma held his arms up, flinching a few times when he saw Ayato’s hands, but they didn’t touch him. They only ghosted around his torso, as if trying to find the perfect spot to strike, which only made Thoma giddy and nervous as he sat there, squirming.

“My lord, you’re taking an awfully long time,” Thoma said with a chuckle, squeaking when Ayato finally decided to pinch his hips.

“Am I now? Then perhaps I should get on with it~”

“Wait-!”

Thoma couldn’t take back his words, however, and soon Ayato was scribbling his fingers across Thoma’s stomach. He lurched forward and laughed, his arms coming down slightly but not too much. Ayato raised an eyebrow in amusement as he watched Thoma dance in his seat to try and get away from the tickly touches.

“Nohoho! Not thehere! My lohohord!”

Ayato chuckled. “You can drop the formalities while we’re playing this game, Thoma. Ayaka would sometimes curse at me while we played this.”

Thoma couldn’t even imagine Ayaka cursing, and he couldn’t imagine himself dropping the formalities. But when Ayato squeezed Thoma’s hip and made him jerk backwards, he found himself shrieking out Ayato’s name.

“Ayahahato! Plehehease! How muhuhuch longer??”

“Until what? Until you win? Well, I don’t know. Normally I just go until you bring your arms down, but that would mean you lose.”

Thoma could hear the grin in Ayato’s voice and he felt himself growing embarrassed and flustered under the touch of the Yashiro Commissioner. There was no way for him to win this game, but his pride was on the line as well. What would he say when Ayaka asked him what games they played? Would he just tell her that he lost to tickling?

Thoma kept his arms up, wheezing as Ayato crept up from his hips back to his stomach, pinching and prodding at it.

“Five minuhutes!” Thoma managed to get out through his laughter. Ayato raised an eyebrow, not slowing his tickling as he realized what Thoma meant. Ayato chuckled.

“Are you sure you can last that long? If you do, I’ll count it as a win on your end. Maybe there’ll even be a prize waiting for you~”

Thoma nodded, squirming as he raised his hands up higher than before clenching his hands together in one big fist to keep his hands from coming down. “Okahahay!”

Ayato hummed, deciding to raise the stakes. He crept his hands up to Thoma’s ribs, making him whine and arch his back in an attempt to wriggle away. Ayato followed easily, however, wiggling his fingers against Thoma’s ribs and tickling them expertly. 

“Keep your arms up~” Ayato teased, leaning forward to talk directly in Thoma’s ear. Thoma squealed, scrunching up his shoulders and shaking his head as Ayato snickered. 

Thoma’s arms were starting to falter the closer Ayato got to his underarms, and he was dreading when that was going to happen. Ayato sighed, continuing to tickle Thoma as he giggled profusely and squirmed.

“This must be a rather long five minutes, hmm, Thoma?”

“Yehehehes! How lohohong has it beeheen??”

Ayato looked at the clock on the wall. “Perhaps… I think maybe two minutes? Two and a half if we’re being generous.”

“Lehehet’s be generous thehehen!” Thoma laughed, shrieking when Ayato darted for his hips again, squeezing them. The sheer surprise of the new sensation nearly made Thoma bring his arms down, but he managed to somehow keep them up.

Ayato looked again to the clock. “Now I’d say it’s been two and a half. You’re nearly there, Thoma. Though, there’s one spot I haven’t tried yet,” Ayato drawled, his hands traveling up Thoma’s sides, up his ribs.

Thoma squealed nervously when they stopped at his upper ribs. He squirmed, laughing frantically as his cheeks grew warmer. “Dohohohon’t!”

“Don’t? Why not? Will it,” Ayato leaned forward, whispering in Thoma’s ear. “Tickle?”

Thoma felt a shiver run up his spine as Ayato spoke, his giggles becoming shaky from nervousness as Ayato hummed. 

“One minute.”

Thoma nodded, shrieking suddenly when Ayato dug his hands under his arms. Thoma brought his arms down slightly, not expecting the sensation. Ayato clicked his tongue and Thoma quickly raised his arms again, laughing and squirming as he shook his head.

“AYAhahato! Ahaharchons, plehehease! Stahahap!”

“Not yet, Thoma, just a little while longer.”

Thoma nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he laughed helplessly. Ayato eventually began to count down from ten, only making it even worse for Thoma as he scribbled his fingers ruthlessly under Thoma’s arms, trying to make him take his arms down. 

Ayato finally pulled his hands away after he finished the countdown, chuckling when Thoma snapped his arms down and flopped back, exhausted. He didn’t even notice he was laying in Ayato’s lap until he opened his eyes. He flushed, scrambling to sit up as Ayato chuckled.

“Good job, Thoma. Now, for your prize,” Ayato hummed, making Thoma ponder. Thoma’s heart sank for a brief moment. Was Ayato’s prize going to be that awful sea ganoderma milk again?

Ayato took Thoma’s chin in his hand and pulled him forward, humming. “Perhaps this will suffice.”

Thoma felt his cheeks warm, warmer than they’d ever been as Ayato closed his eyes and placed a quick kiss against Thoma’s lips. Thoma didn’t pull away or push Ayato aside, though his eyes were wide in surprise. Ayato pulled away, a faint pink on his own cheeks as he smiled.

“M-My lord,” Thoma sputtered, touching a hand to his lips while Ayato watched him, snickering in amusement.

“Did you not like your prize? I’m afraid I can’t offer a refund. Unless you’d like to play again-”

“No! I liked the prize! It’s just-” Thoma paused, realizing what he said and immediately shutting his mouth. Ayato looked away, color dusting his cheeks as Thoma looked down. The two of them sat there for a few moments before Ayato looked at Thoma again, humming. 

“You liked it? I must say, I did as well.”

Thoma looked up at Ayato, his cheeks bright red as he nodded, making Ayato smile. “Well, I can always give you another one. If you can keep your arms up for another five minutes, that is.”

“W-Wait! My lord-!”

Thoma’s pleas were drowned out when Ayato’s hands were under Thoma’s arms again, drawing out his sweet laughter once more as Ayato didn’t even care about Thoma keeping his arms up. He’d tickle him just a while longer, then perhaps they’d share a kiss or two more.

[solomonish]

selfless (to a fault?) [demon brothers]

CW: allusions to past toxic relationships. minor description of injury in beel’s. belphie’s is a bit sad (happy ending! just melancholic vibes) and alludes to chapter 16.

no problem nonnie! i hope this is to your liking <3

nowdateables: here!

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Lucifer

Honestly, he'd be a tough one to get to allow you to do anything for him. You know, the whole avatar of pride thing….and he also just generally has a habit of holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He thinks - no, he knows he can handle everything on his own

If he's letting you in enough to help him - not only trusting you enough to think the tasks he delegates to you will be done to his liking, but allowing you to help and opening up the possibility that he might be risking his image of perfection - he can only expect you'll let him do the same for you. It's like your own special love language, right?

He does NOT like how jumpy you are about the subject. At first, he's miffed. Do you not think he can do the task to your liking? Has he given off the false impression that he cannot take any more work than he already has? Was your offer to help not based on affection, but pity??? It really ruffles his feathers.

He's the type to confront you head-on. At first, his voice is harsh because he's talked himself into thinking you've offended him, but when you start backing away and trying to dodge the conversation, apologies falling from your mouth about how the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, he softens. He doesn’t understand yet, but something is upsetting you and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

Not one who would pester you about opening up to him, but the sooner you do, the more of a show of good faith it is. He’ll trust your word entirely regardless, but it does a lot to soothe the upset of his own creation if you come back to explain sooner rather than later. After all, being vulnerable is perhaps Lucifer’s greatest show of love - it does not go unnoticed when you do the same.

Doing his best to talk through a solution is act of kindness #1 - and it helps you adjust a little since you worked with him rather than completely handed him the reins. He starts off his own plan to help you out by bringing in things he was already going to do for himself - offering you coffee when he gets his own, for example. He uses the fact that you’d feel bad for refusing against you for a little bit, but he means well!

You might notice him going softer on you for just a little bit - don’t say anything about it. He’s worried that he gave off the impression of using things against you because of how much of a disciplinarian he is. Besides, the two of you normally don’t get into arguments (he doesn’t have the time to let things simmer - if he’s that upset about something, he’ll try to address it immediately), so he doesn’t really know how else to change his behavior. He just hopes that allowing you the opportunity to open up to him again, should you need it, will alleviate the feeling that he’d ever use your kindness against you.

Mammon

The first time you stiffened up after he tried to help you, he thought you were crazy. Lucifer had just given you a punishment for one of his schemes that you took the fall for (and he still isn’t sure why Lucifer let you take the fall when it was obviously Not You), and you insisted that you could do it by yourself! He wasn’t too keen on cleaning every window in the House of Lamentation himself, so he left soon after placing the offer, but his time was spent mindlessly wondering about you.

The next time was shortly after, when you came into his room and crashed on his bed. He offered you a hand massage, although he did it in a very muttered voice with dark cheeks - and you said no again! Forget being offended that the romantic hand-holding idea he totally didn’t get from a magazine he was reading waiting for you (that would’ve somehow ended in disaster anyway) wouldn’t play out - he was getting worried.

He doesn’t bring anything up immediately, but he worries about you and watches you intently. Sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you, and he flips out when you ask him what’s up. The only clue Mammon gathers is that you don’t seem to be angry with him, so what’s up? He’s used to his backwards advances working against him, but he’s making a genuine effort here!

He finally gets pent up in his frustration and asks you head-on. Mammon isn’t known for his tact - “Oi, why won’t you just let me take over once in a while? Cut yerself a break, MC!” - but there’s a certain...desperate tinge to his voice that makes you realize he really does care (and is driving himself crazy trying to figure things out on his own). When you DO finally tell him, he sort of deflates and his voice goes to that softer, more genuine tone.

“H-hey, I would never do that kind of thing to ya…” He starts shuffling in place, kicking at rocks (if there are any) and you realize he kinda looks like a kid. “You do so much for everyone, and it makes me feel real good inside. I just wanna make you feel that, too. Besides, we don’t need TWO cranky workaholics in the house. Lucifer is plenty.”

He knows one moment of honesty isn’t going to fix your entire way of thinking, but he goes right back to his blatant offers after that. Maybe if he desensitizes you to it, you’ll feel less weird about accepting his help! It doesn’t work, so he shifts to little things. Catch him running across classrooms as soon as you’re dismissed so he can grab your textbooks to carry for you off the desk before you can. 

Once he realizes you’re more receptive to him helping you, he’s ready to breathe a sigh of relief and be annoying about it again. Generosity doesn’t come easy to him, okay? Besides, he’s The Great Mammon! You should’ve known he’d be better than any other guy you’ve been with!

Leviathan

Of COURSE you wouldn’t want someone like him to help you out. He’d probably mess it up, anyway…

Seriously, Leviathan is very sensitive to rejection, so the moment you politely decline any offers to help he backs up about a thousand miles and sulks when you’re not around. It’s hard for him to get out of his own head, and he’s so ready for you to just tell him what everybody else is thinking and how much he sucks…

It dawns on him, though, that you never gave up on him when he pushed you away. It’s totally not poggers sucky of him to just give up on you like that. You’re his henry! You’re his s/o! He’s totally ready to fight any boss for you!! …..after he levels up a little more.

Levi spends a TON of time looking up ways to talk to you, one-on-one. He isn’t good with emotions like this but he is capable of them and having deep, serious talks. It shouldn’t MATTER that his research material is a bunch of feel-good romance anime scenes that he based his most recent Top 10 OTPs of the season post on! 

Surprisingly enough, he brings it up relatively smoothly one night when you’re chilling in his room and he’s playing some relaxing simulator. You’re complaining about the things you have to do in the morning, and when there’s a lull in your conversation Leviathan turns and tentatively asks, “Hey...why don’t you try letting me help you out?” He can feel your refusal before it comes so he hurriedly adds “Please! I just- you stress yourself out so much and what good am I if I can’t even help you at all?”

Is it his impassioned plea for you to let him in? Is it his willingness to obviously step out of his comfort zone? Have your walls just conveniently crumbled at this moment? Whatever it is, you don’t have it in you to reject him when he’s so open about wanting to help you (and the pain it’s caused him not to). Either way, you sigh and give him a few, small tasks that you think you both could manage him having and he swears to do them well!!

Truly opening up to him about the reason why you were so hesitant on letting him help takes a while, and he doesn’t exactly pick up on it himself. Once you do tell him, though, in your journey to help yourself let him in, he holds you a little tighter and mumbles that he’ll never do that to you. Levi knows better than anyone that words can only mean so much, but he’s grateful for the chance to prove it to you. He won’t let his Henry down!

Satan

Satan is perceptive, and he knows how to talk about emotions. He might even have suspicious about the root cause before you even think about letting him know what’s up. He’s already started doing a few things for you - carrying each other’s books, for example. Small acts of kindness to get the both of you through the day.

However, one thing Satan isn’t good with…..is dealing with emotions head-on.

He spends so much time keeping his own under lock and key! After doing his best to keep the most calm, analytical front he can, Satan tends to uh….forget about the emotional part of emotions.

So. When he asks why you won’t let him reciprocate in the relationship, attempting to display that he just wants the two of you to be on equal ground and he is worried about you, he sort of comes off...as cold. And like he’s accusing you of feeling a certain way. He definitely presents it as “I’ve noticed you feel x and i think y would be helpful for us to fix it” rather than “how are you feeling? What is causing you trouble? How can i offer assistance in a way that translates well to you?” And if that doesn’t bring back some memories…

He feels awful, and at the end of it all you’re crying (or presenting your stress and bad memories however you normally do) and he still doesn’t know how to fix things. Counterintuitively, he looks through his books for an answer, and it takes him a few days to realize that’s what got him into this mess.

So he goes to you directly and, albeit a little clumsily, apologizes and asks what he can do to help you through this. You say that’s just the problem - you don’t want his help - and he sits next to you and just asks why? The two of you wind up talking for hours, sitting next to each other and just...really talking. You aren’t the only one feeling vulnerable - Satan is talking about his emotions full-on rather than through a scientific lens and it makes him just as nervous as you are.

Satan doesn’t get into arguments with you. He runs from the possibility because he’s worried about what his wrath could do to you. But he promises you that he could never hold anything against you, especially something like asking him for help. It’s an honor that you let him this close, and he can only return the favor in kind. He hopes you have enough faith to believe in him until he has the opportunity to prove it beyond a doubt.

Asmodeus

Asmo does things for people without asking. He gives unsolicited makeup and relationship advice, he offers to touch-up any products you may have on, he lends you clothes just because he felt like he should…

The thing is, Asmo will start before you even have a chance to ask him to stop. He’ll start before you’re even wondering if you like him. And at first, you’re ok with it. Well, you’re not, but you can decide he’s just testing the waters or that this is some weird demon way to earn your friendship or tell you he considers you a friendly presence, like cats. But it still rubs you the wrong way.

However, Asmo always notices that you...aren’t receiving it the way he wants you to. He invites you out and leaves you an outfit on your bed, and you come out wearing something entirely different. He leaves you a bouquet of flowers, and suddenly the dining room has a new bouquet in the center of it. (and you always avoid his gaze during those dinners, which is totally weird.) It’s almost like you’ve recognized the face he makes when he’s about to touch up your makeup, because you pull out a pocket mirror and check yourself over before he even has a chance to!

Are you leading him on? He doesn’t think so, but you are quite literally the only person he can’t literally charm the pants off of, and he isn’t quite sure how to navigate the signals you’re giving him. You seem fine with the relationship - it felt pretty genuine to him, and you looked thrilled when he made the romantic moves on you - so what was going on?

He finally caves and asks when he’s going through your wardrobe, sifting through it with you on the bed to make room for a shopping spree the two of you had been planning, and sees all the outfits he’d bought you hanging, still in their outfit bags. Some of the bags even had DUST on them!

He turns around and puts on a gentle voice. Though Asmo doesn’t know what’s happening, he can feel the air in the room shift and he knows he’s encroaching on some sensitive territory. “Hey, do you not like when I give you gifts? I haven’t been able to understand what’s been bothering you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

He does NOT like the way you turn your face away from him, but he sits a respectable distance away and keeps his hands in his lap. Asmo is as good at genuine advice as he is at gossip, so it isn’t hard for him to get you comfortable enough to open up to him. You don’t have to tell him everything at once - he’ll listen to whatever you’re willing to tell him, letting you lean against him when you’re ready.

Asmo is known for being petty, but you bring out sides of him nobody knew were there. He’ll swear up and down that he’d never turn your good heart against you - after all, it’s one of the many things he loves about you - but he does understand where you’d get that impression. If you’ll let him prove it to you, he will - and he’ll start by only pestering you to let him buy one outfit for you on that shopping spree!

Beelzebub

Listen. Beel is a generous soul (for a demon) ((to those he really loves)). He just doesn’t ever really find himself in possession of anything worth sharing. Really, the only thing he is ever in the possession of is food. When he isn’t at his sports practice, working out or studying, he’s eating, and he’ll gladly share his food with you.

Oh? You don’t want it? He gives you a confused look - he’d ask if you were feeling well if he hadn’t eaten lunch with you just an hour before - but shrugs, his growling stomach winning over his concern. It’s not like you’re skipping meals, anyway. It isn’t until you get hurt helping him work out and refuse to let him pick you up to carry you to medical attention that he gets VERY concerned.

He feels awful enough as is. It was his fault you were even there - he just wanted to add more weight to his workout. (And, he won’t admit it, the idea of using a bench you were sitting on to lift over his head may have been a bit overkill. But he saw that little spark that said ‘that isn’t possible but man i wish it was’ when you saw it happen in that show and mmmmmmaybe he wanted to impress you. How was he supposed to know Mammon had broken it and left it there?) He could practically feel the pain in your ankle from the sound it made, and you were clutching desperately to your shin, wanting to press on the wound but knowing it was a bad idea. MC, there’s no way you can walk on that, why aren’t you letting him help?

The guilty puppy face he’s giving you is making the whole situation worse. It’s taking everything you can not to snap on, from the overwhelming pain in your ankle to the negative thoughts racing in your head to the knowledge that you’ll have to give in eventually. Finally, you face him head on and decide to just rip the band-aid off. “I don’t have the best experience with letting people do things for me. If you’re expecting to use this against me, I’m going to be out of commission for a while, so remember that.”

He is. So confused. Are you really mad at him? What are you talking about? It’s not that he’s stupid - because really, he isn’t - this just kinda came at him from left field and he does not know what to do about.

“What? I’m worried about you, MC, and there’s no way you can walk on your ankle. Come on, please let me take you to get help. I won’t mention it ever again if that’s what will make you happy.”

So maybe it takes a while to get to the nearest infirmary, and maybe he’s going extra slow so as not to jostle our injury, and maybe in the meantime he’s being so contemplative and quiet that you have a heart-to-heart. Beel’s too genuine not to trust him when he swears he’d NEVER use your kindness against you, but he understands it’ll take a while to show you.

Belphegor

So. Um. This is awkward.

Belphie is a smartass, and he’s the youngest and used to getting his way. He’s definitely the type to dig his heels in and fight dirty in an argument, just because he’s used to winning. He’s also sadistic and has plotted with you to use his brothers’ weaknesses against them for fun. So he gets it. He totally gets why you would think he’d do it. Honestly, that’s basically what he did to free himself from the attic, only with more violence involved. He gets it.

Since Belphegor hasn’t exactly been the nicest to you in the past, he isn’t about to make you pity him with words like “yeah, of course you wouldn’t trust me after what I did to you…” First of all, on the off chance that it’s completely unrelated, he doesn’t want to put that idea in your head and give you a resentment you never had, but also he’s getting a hang of this redemption thing. Yes, on an average day he’s still a bratty, selfish little shit, but he does show you how sorry he is for using you and hurting you. It shows in the way he checks up on you in situations he knows you’re uncomfortable in, in the way he cares for you in that gentle way that’s so subtle you wonder if he’s even actively doing anything. (He is - offering you the best spot in a blanket nest, suggesting your favorite meals when the brother on dinner duty needs ideas, little things - and you both know it.) But how does he repent for something he doesn’t even know if he’s doing?

The way you stop cold when you peek in the kitchen and see him (and Beel) cooking the dinner you just complained about wanting hurts. The two of you have a stare-off for a moment, and Beel gets the message to slide out of the room. Belphegor clears his throat.

“What do you want?” You ask with narrowed eyes. Ouch, way to be a Lucifer. He instead says, “Nothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” “And you don’t want anything in return?” “Have I given off the impression that I would?”

You sigh and step into the kitchen to wash your hands, asking if he needs help since Beel left. He grabs your wrist. “You’re welcome to keep me company, but I want to do this for you.”

He doesn’t like you looking at him distrustfully, but is relieved you sit at the counter instead of leaving. He wants to ask you what’s up, but something is stopping him - he ignores that what’s stopping him is fear that you’ll have another thing to add onto the list of the unforgivable sins he’s committed. If you feel like telling him, he’ll listen - but until then, he’ll go back to quietly trying to prove his worth to you, hoping one day you’ll see that it’s genuine and let him give you all the good things you deserve.

[secret-yansim-blog]

i've only got one braincell so: megami, osoro, daisaku, and reiichi for the headcanon asks?

Megami: Lesbian, her interest in Taro isn't romantic, but rather she sees that pattern of what happens to girls who get close to him and she wants to put a stop to it. She doesn't trust anyone aside from the other student council members, and she's especially close with Aoi, who's the only person she opens up to about the stress she's under trying to live up to her father's expectations. She doesn't let it show, but she resents her family for forcing her into a strict mold of perfection.

Osoro: Pansexual, she develops feelings for Taro, but also has feelings for Asu (it's my OTP okay), which stem from the two meeting up from time to time at the gym and developing a friendship over time. She's super protective of all the male delinquents, if you hurt her boys she'll beat your ass. She's harsh with them, mainly because she has a hard time just being nice, but all of them know it comes from a place of love. Her mother is deceased and she lives with her alcoholic father, who's usually too drunk by the time she gets home to notice if she's there or not, she doesn't hate him, but rather pities him, and even worries about him, not that she'll ever say it. Because she basically had to raise herself, she's actually a pretty decent cook.

Daisaku: Gay and in a relationship with Reiichi. He became a delinquent in middle school as an act of rebellion against his strict parents, who constantly pressured him to get perfect grades, and after awhile the stress caused him to lash out. It wasn't until he met Reiichi that he turned himself around. The two met because, as a delinquent, Daisaku was always causing trouble, and Reiichi, as the student council president, was constantly having to deal with the trouble he caused. This at first started as a rocky relationship that later became an awkward friendship. Over time Daisaku developed feelings for Reiichi and felt that he was just dragging him down, that he wasn't good enough to be his friend, and so decided to turn his life around. At some point after joining the student council he confessed his feelings and the two began dating, though they keep it on the down low.

Reiichi: Demiromantic and gay, and as I said above, in a relationship with Daisaku. Like Daisaku, Reiichi has strict parents, however instead of lashing out like Daisaku, Reiichi has followed their wishes to the letter. That's not to say it's easy on him though, he often stays up far too late studying to try and keep his grades perfect, not that he'll let anyone get close enough to realize he's stressed out, except for Daisaku, who he can relax around and bond over strict parents with. He doesn't make friends easily because of his icy exterior, so when Daisaku started hanging around him he didn't really know how to act, and was awkward at first.

[99fandomproblems]

My bestie moved on from our otp. I miss her so much, fandom isn't the same without her.

Hi, Nonnie!

I'm really sorry to hear that.

It can be a pity when our fandom friendships come to a natural end. People's interests change, it isn't anyone's fault, this just happens.

There are some things you can try!

For instance, has your friend gone completely offline, or can you still reach out and ask her how she's been? You can maintain a friendship outside of your ship/'otp' (one true pairing) and fandom. You may have other common interests, you can certainly reach out to her and try.

Some people are still happy talking to fandom friends even if they leave a particular ship/fandom.

Try asking:

• How have you been?

• Have you been anywhere nice recently?

• Have you seen any movies or shows that you liked?

• Have you tried a new food recently?

Things like this can open up a conversation that goes beyond fandom. If you ask general questions and the other person responds positively and chats to you, that's great. It's probably a good sign that they're willing to keep chatting with you outside of that one ship or fandom.

On the other hand, some fans do leave online spaces entirely, and you must be prepared for that.

If she doesn't reply when you reach out, you must respect her space. There could be things going on in her life that she hasn't talked about online, it's possible she's very busy and doesn't have the time for fandom or online friendships right now.

Give people time, sometimes they come back. 

But in the meantime I'd definitely advise to talk to more people in your fandom, and make new friends. Just because some friendships come to a natural end, doesn't mean you won't find new friends! Lots of people are there online, waiting for friends too. You deserve friends, Nonnie!

Look after yourself!

[browneyelumi]

Modern!Reader Shenanigans (LE, Part 3)

Modern!Reader's first meeting with some of the gang members. Honestly, with how the Reader is written. I feel like the only way for them to not be kicked out of the gang is if they were to save Dutch's life like Swanson and Micah, or to be completely helpless that Dutch takes pity on them. (Though, I can't believe he would allow a completely helpless person in the gang. [Someone who doesn't know the safety protocols of a firearm, or how to, you know—live in the 1800's—a good portion of what a person needs to learn, to survive, was tossed out the window less then a century ago.] With his short temper, his need for money, and the need to have others work for him, he would probably try to get rid of them once Arthur isn't around. Well, that is if they couldn't prove that they were of any use to him.)

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Reader: Oh, so you're a cowboy?

Arthur: I'm not—

Reader: Name every cow, Arthur.

Arthur, slowly pulling out his journal:

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Reader: I can make it into chicken nuggets

Charles: Wouldn’t you need a chicken for that?

Reader: No, if I make it as small as a nugget and shape it into a chicken, it’s still a chicken nugget.

Charles:

Reader, whispering: breaded chicken shaped bison nuggets

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Hosea: How are you feeling today, Reader?

Reader: I don’t know

Hosea: You don’t know what you’re feeling, or you don’t know how to explain it?

Reader: Yes.

[Later]

Dutch: How are you doing, Reader?

Reader, leaving the table Hosea is sitting at: That’s what we’re trying to figure out, Dutch.

Dutch:

Reader: I think we’re onto something, here.

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Reader: Your view on everything revolves around Evelyn Miller’s writing. Do you really have the need to suck his dick that much?

Dutch: Why do you always have to—

Reader: You just don’t like that you can understand me.

—

Reader: What’s your name?

John: Jim—John Milton. I mean “Marston”

Reader, whispering: Jim John Milton Marston

—

Reader: Do these chickens have any names?

Lenny: Uh... No?

Reader: Alright, this one here is Pablo Escobar. That one is Tiber Septim, and this one right down here is Killer the skull crusher!

Lenny:

Reader: They are named after the dog that died snorting too much cocaine.

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Sean: Oh, hey. Arthur's looking for—Why is there a chicken in your tent?

Reader: That's Pablo

Sean: Why is it wearing a crown?

Reader: Pablo is a drug lord

Sean:

Reader:

—

Reader: Is this your card?

Trelawny: You didn't ask us to pick a card beforehand

Reader, with tears in their eyes: But, do you want this to be your card?

—

Reader: Yessss. Shipppp.

Mary-Beth: Is that... my book?

Reader: Is it? Well, I got hooked and now I want these two characters together

Mary-Beth: Uh...

Reader: They're gonna be my new otp. I need something to simp over, keep writing pleaseeee.

—

Reader, pointing at Kieran: I am going to feed this man—

Kieran: Oh, thank goodness!

Arthur: Reader. If you feed him, I'll toss you in the nearest swamp

Reader, whispering: The lurches

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Part Four