#she just didn't quite fit any of the categories

[gabbiecasso]

Just me and my reflections on Shikatema

I've been weirdly hyperfixated recently on Shikamaru and Temari, and so I reflected a lot just to properly dissect the reasons myself because I initially couldn't really understand why I liked them when I was really young, more so as an adult (and as demi/ace) LOL so imma yap

As a demi, I've always struggled with romance themes. I always subtly feel like my circuits are frying when I watch anything romance or I often just plainly feel indifferent. Thankfully I managed to spot a few patterns by spending a lot of time in my head; one of them is that I prefer romance when it's not under the spotlight (idk I noticed I always prefer the side pairs more than the main pairs in any story HAHA) I guess that was one of the categories that Shikatema falls under.

I spent more than a decade watching/reading Naruto and it was enough time for me to have a close affinity with these characters and love them for creating such a huge impact in my childhood without the heavy emotional flairs that Naruto and the rest of characters put upfront. They ultimately became my two favorite characters in the series because I share the same traits and tendencies as them. It also wasn't a surprise that two of my favorite characters ended up together because their relationship was slowly developed and it didn't come off like shocking news.

Unlike the other pairs in Naruto where it seems to have characters fixating on someone or characters overshadowing the other, Shikatema operate on a level playing field. They're each strong leaders and strategists in their own right, both competent enough to recognize each other's strengths. They don't feel the need to change the other nor prove their worth. They're their own person and it clearly shows early in the series and even as it progresses to Shippuden.

I personally dislike being the center of anyone's attention or constantly feeding someone attention so I gravitate more to people who are deeply more passionate about purpose/duty/service/something more than about me and my presence. Shikatema has that dynamic where their relationship feels more like a partnership than a romance based on dependency. They both have important (political) roles in their own respective villages, and they know their purposes and the weight that they carry very well—which prolly explains why both are self-sufficient, independent, and capable. They both take their duties seriously and you don't see a scene where one craves for the other's attention (it’s funny how actively and arduously they work on their duty while in each other’s presence so you can definitely say they were literally there for (and with) each other as they fulfilled their roles as diplomat escort/advisor and diplomat/royalty)

Another that I value DEEPLY to my core is individuality, and I've always adored how Shikamaru and Temari preserve their individuality while still thriving together. It's one of the main factors why they see each other as equals and why none of them overpowers the other.

Shikamaru, laid-back and often understated, complements Temari’s directness and assertiveness. His relaxed demeanor helps her stay grounded and objective rather than just taunting in combat or in general LMFAO

Meanwhile, Temari, who is confident and comfortable taking charge, gives Shikamaru's abilities more buoyancy—she openly calls out his BS and he welcomes it because he knows how unassuming, and, at times, self-deprecating he can be. He never seeks the spotlight and often downplays his own abilities and it's where Temari's outspokenness fits the bill (this energy is also quite evident in Shikamaru Hiden)

Both characters also challenge gender norms (I'm inclined to believe that their characters' subtle sexism when they were first introduced in the series was part of the writing, there is an active discussion about this somewhere and I genuinely believe it has its purpose) Young Shikamaru yaps about her being too troublesome because she's incessantly outspoken/spunky. Young Temari yaps about him being too emotional because he didn't seem to receive emotional training.

Yet in the long run, Shikamaru's honesty and vulnerability allow Temari to soften up and witness the act of kindness by someone who wears his heart on his sleeve (which was first seen during the Sasuke retrieval arc at the hospital where Shikamaru had an emotional breakdown) and Temari's unwavering strength and energy nudges Shikamaru into action when he might otherwise hesitate (Temari often banters with him to make him commit to his decisions and not spend too much time in his head)

Both characters also have innate leadership. I noticed that one of my main attraction points is leadership (as an act of service girlie) and these two have that strong nature: Shikamaru leads with his introspective nature, while Temari leads with her assertive nature.

It was evident first during the Chunin exams when they were pitted against each other—both read their opponents exceptionally well and they both show a strong sense of battle awareness while keeping their cool and executing their strategies effectively. It's no surprise that Shikamaru was promoted Chunin and Temari was promoted Jonin & Ambassador (it wasn't clear when Temari was promoted, but in the early episodes of Shippuden, she was already a Jonin & Ambassador who frequently visits Konoha) They both learned to grow as leaders who first serve their people before themselves in their respective villages and it stretches further during the war arc where they serve not just people from their respective villages but the entire Alliance.

Both were also Chunin exam proctors, so ain't that great LOL I think it was one of the many factors why I never doubted their parenting (and Shikadai did grew up to be such a fine and disciplined shinobi with a strong moral code) Both did seem to question each other's parenting styles since Temari favors intense training while Shikamaru advocates leisure (which I believe is a great balance) but both parents have fostered Shikadai's agency; allowing him to come up with his own conclusions and decisions based on his critical thinking because both Shikamaru and Temari share the same values in their youth.

In the series, high intensity emotions are almost always present in every relationship but their relationship has a subdued nature—They don't need long stretches of dialogues to understand each other because all they needed was experiences, and a little observation and deduction.

They didn't need to prove their worth to each other (or to anyone honestly) because it's built on deep understanding rather than overt passion. Altho it had a different interpretation in the manga, both characters even agree that marriage is troublesome LOL (but welp)

Last one is that both are strategists. Chess is my sport and puzzles/tactical games that require mental effort has always been my comfort, I guess it's natural for me to gravitate to these two. (I like any strategic characters who also wear their heart on their sleeve)

They also approach strategy differently: Shikamaru’s intellect makes him highly logical and analytical, often relying on foresight to plan for every possible outcome. Temari is a decisive, action-oriented strategist; often has the courage to commit to a decision quickly. She also heavily thinks on the fly to understand an opponent's motive and naturally adapts.

This was again exhibited during the Chunin exams where Shikamaru's strategic skills allowed him to use his environment to his advantage while Temari displayed her adaptability and quick-thinking capabilities to counter Shikamaru's offenses since she's a heavy thinker herself.

Temari may not be as exceptionally creative as Shikamaru but she highly values intel, reason, and logic in order to come up with a counter. This was exactly the reason why her battle with Shikamaru was further stretched; up to the point where Shikamaru exhausted his chakra.

I deeply adore how both characters value planning, precision, and patience in combat while other characters in the story value power, tenacity, and speed. Irl, I value the same set of values as Shikatema in chess/games/puzzles and so I guess it’s no surprise. I get to just admire the intellectual aspect of their relationship where it allows them to not just connect emotionally but also challenge each other mentally in every screen time they had.

Thanks for coming to my yapping thread if you ever made it in the end LOL

[orangetintedglasses]

Wolfwood doubts that Vash bothers celebrating Christmas, and he can't blame him. He doesn't really either, he just does the gift-giving part. Usually the people celebrating the holiday worship the two Angels, and while Wolfwood will gladly get on his knees for Vash, he'd rather not think of him as some holy deity, thanks. Angelic, yes. An actual angel? Well, he'd expressed discomfort with the idea in the past, so an angel Vash is not. Finding a gift for someone who doesn't ask for anything other than a box of donuts from time to time is harder than it seems. How's he supposed to pick out a gift that fits perfectly between the 'casual' and 'you may as well propose to the guy' categories? He hasn't even had the courage to tell Vash how he feels about him yet either, so maybe this would be a good opportunity to. Maybe. Hopefully. It'd also be a good time to give Vash a different kind of present, but that's neither here nor there. Trinkets of any decent quality are rare finds on Noman's. Rarer still are the ones without any kind of religious inspiration. Eventually Wolfwood finds an eclectic collector's shop with myriad baubles. Immediately, what catches his eye is a whiskey flask with the words "Holy Water" printed on it, so he of course needs to pick that up as a little gift to himself. It'll probably ignite one of Vash's contagious laughs—a brilliant light in an endless dark void. What in the world is worthy of being given to Vash the Stampede? He grumbles over this for some time before the owner of the shop takes pity on him and approaches, concerned. Immediately, she picks him out as a 'boyfriend getting his partner something for their first Christmas' type. As embarrassing as it is, Wolfwood relents, which leads to the present moment, when Vash convenes with him at their hotel room: "I know you… probably don't care about Christmas—I don't really either—but I wanted to get you something," he begins, nervous as all getup. Wolfwood pulls a gift bag from behind his back, then offers it to the blond. "I like to do stuff for the kids, you know? But this time I had to give a gift to you as well. You're pretty hard to shop for, has anyone ever told you that? Jeez…" Inside the sparkly red bag is an instant-print camera and a brand-new journal—oversized, presumably, to fit photos into. "I know you got a photographic memory, but… thought it might be nice to, uh, keep some, I guess. You know, in case you go forgetting stuff again. And also for the sake of those of us who don't have the ability to remember what they had for dinner 75 years ago. Might be nice, is all." He turns away to avoid watching Vash's gaze, but remembers that he's absolutely guilty of wanting to see the way those blue, glassy eyes glimmer with excitement, so he braves the fear and meets them head-on, determined. "I… have another gift for you but I still… need to wrap it. Go get us some hooch or something and come back in an hour." @forgivenpunishment

Well now! Didn't that put his little gift idea to shame?

In a funny way, of course-- Vash didn't actually think of it like that. It was just kind of a funny coincidence that Wolfwood had also gone out to find him something for the whole holiday thing, and apparently had a difficult time of it. Which was fair; he'd been told quite a few times that he was hard to get gifts for in the past. Partly because he didn't really ask for or openly want anything, and party because he was happy with anything people were willing to give him, which apparently just made that even more difficult? But even just thinking about him was more than enough--

This, though, this gift was... not only very sweet, but extremely thoughtful. Both of which had seemingly caught the Plant a bit off-guard as he looked into the bag.

"This is..." even just those two words, ushered out with the tail end of an exhale and barely audible, sounded completely awed by what Wolfwood had found. Vash lifted his gaze from the contents of the bag; summer sky blues positively sparkling with adoration as they caught the light at that angle.

Then Wolfwood mentioned having another gift, and that sent dark brows shooting straight up.

"Something else...? Y-you didn't have to-- I mean, this is more than-- I--" the poor thing blustered, flushed and a bit all over the place (and a little confused: he needed another hour to wrap something else when this had been put in a bag?) now that the situation called for his brain to be put to use. Eventually he caught himself, and just... nodded. Smiled and nodded. Beamed and nodded, really-- "y-yeah, okay. An hour. You got it~."

He did still have to set the gift down for safekeeping (no way was he risking bringing this outside yet!) and grab the rest of his cash before he set off as requested... buuut not before stealing a quick kiss from the undertaker; catching his upper lip in something sweet and warm and, again, quick--

"Thank you. Seriously, this is... really amazing, Wolfwood." he said. Decent as he usually was at withholding his lovesick glances until Wolfwood's back was sufficiently turned, the blond just couldn't help himself this time. His moony gaze drifted slowly from his boyfriend's light blue eyes down to his mouth, then back up again before he finally pulled away to get himself sorted and headed out the door.

The Plant was reluctant to part, but Wolfwood had specifically asked, after all.

"Be back later, yeah?"

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Pedro boys smoker matrix

Friendly discussion and even fiery debate welcome as always! 🔥

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Chain smoker

Javier

The OG who makes these sucking on these cancer sticks look sexy AF, he is the only one out of the Pedro boys who deserves this accolade. Whether he's lighting up, talking around a cigarette, staring into space smoking on one - it doesn't matter what he's doing with it, he sells it.

Stress smoker

Tim Rockford, Dave York, Marcus Pike, Maxwell Lord

I wanted to put Tim in the chain smoker category, I'm convinced this stressed detective easily smokes a pack a day, but since we weren't treated to any evidence of his smoking habits, I decided to put him in this one instead. The others are pretty self-explanatory given the nature of their jobs, but can I just say - I would kill for a glimpse of Dave York smoking.

Social smoker

The Thief, Max Phillips, Nico, SNL Charlie

You know these guys wouldn't miss the chance to schmooze, especially over a cigarette.

Weed only

Dieter Bravo, Ezra, Oberyn Martell, Javi Gutierrez

I mean, if they had weed in Westeros, Oberyn would be all over it, it fits right in with his lifestyle. Both Dieter and Javi do recreational drugs in the movies, and Ezra? He gives the vibes that he grows his own weed.

Quit after kids

SNL Meemaw, Joel Miller, Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels

Don't @ me, Jack didn't lose his baby and his wife, he had two more kids and is living happily ever after 😭 We saw Joel's reaction to Tommy smoking, and I like to think that Frankie quit smoking and drugs after his baby arrived. And you just know that Meemaw used to smoke cos she's badass.

Never smoked

Din Djarin, Pero Tovar, Edward, Ricky Hauk

Din for obvious reasons of his religion, and Pero because I did some *research* and the movie is set in the early 11th century, which is before tobacco was introduced to Spain or China. But I just know that Pero would be a chain smoker in another life. It's so much fun including the two baby P's in this compilation - I've never watched Buffy or Touched by an Angel, but you can't convince me these two literal angels have ever touched a cigarette.

[linkemon]

Start in your head (Yuri Plisetsky x Reader)

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"ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙᴀʟʟᴇᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ." ᴍᴀᴋꜱɪᴍ ᴡᴏɪᴛɪᴜʟ

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴘɪʀᴏᴢʜᴋɪ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀɴ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴄʏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2. ꜰᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇ́ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴀ ᴘɪʀᴏᴜᴇᴛᴛᴇ

[Reader] looked around the rink. She had been coming here for a week in a row and these visits promised to be a new, quite interesting tradition. Partly because she enjoyed teasing Yuri on most occasions and it was an interesting new form of an old game. Whenever the boy saw that she came to stare, he immediately gave her the best kind of taunts. The day before yesterday, he even deliberately extended the training to see if the girl would leave. However, he failed to achieve the intended effect and she returned with him chattering all the way.

— What are you doing here again, you idiot?

— Nice to see you too, Plisetsky. — She grinned so widely that Yuri swore her jaw was about to stretch.

It was hard for him to admit it to himself but deep in his heart he was surprised at her behaviour. Most people hated him from the beginning (or didn't want to be friends with him after some time). He weeded out a lot of those individuals who fit into the two categories because he didn't want to associate with them. Apart from his fans and family, with whom he already had problems, he was left with only a small group of people who wanted to see him and whom he allowed to do so. And she was slowly starting to belong to that group.

— I told you not to come. — He started unlacing his skates.

— Nothing new. — She leaned against the board. — Today we're going to town.

— For what reason? — he huffed.

— They opened a Russian food stand near the park and are selling pirozhki.

This was his weak spot. [Reader] knew well how much Yuri appreciated his grandfather's delicacies.

The boy was aware that the taste probably wouldn't be as good as what he usually ate but the thought of a warm buns after training almost made his mouth water.

— Okay, let's go. �� They better be edible, though — he muttered.

The walk to the park consisted mainly of [Reader's] monologue but it was nothing new. Since the ballerina arrived with Lilia Baranovskaya, he managed to say goodbye to silence for long moments.

—... and then I do a pirouette, and she says... — she stopped abruptly. — Wait a second!

The skater was about to comment on how he wouldn't freeze like a fool on the street in sub-zero temperatures when he saw where the girl had turned.

— Who is sweet and charming? Who is? You are!

[Reader] was just lifting an adorable, furry, ginger ball into the air. The kitten snuggled into her shoulder, clearly craving warmth.

At the same time, his second, less trusting companion appeared around the corner and, after sniffing the girl's shoes, he gave up her company in favour of Plistesky.

He looked a bit like Potya, so he started stroking his fluffy head without hesitation. He already missed his pet.

— I don't think they're strays — [Reader] said, examining the collar that should have a contact address on it.

Before she could add anything, a young couple with a child turned from the main street into an alley.

A little girl who was missing several baby teeth stopped shedding tears as soon as she found the kittens. As if on cue, both of them obediently jumped from the teenagers' arms and wandered over to her.

She mumbled a thank you, which her parents told her to repeat, and then disappeared.

— It's a pity. — [Reader] glanced at her now empty hands.

— It's not a pity. They found the owners.

— I know but still... — An unfinished thought hung in the air.

Without any further obstacles, they finally managed to reach the booth. The girl had to admit that it looked quite pretty in the pastel colors of the Russian flag, lit by a row of light bulbs.

While standing in line, she managed to argue with Yuri three times. The customers closest to them looked at them strangely and parents covered their children's ears. And when they reached the ordering stage, she was afraid that the seller simply wouldn't serve the two of them because his murderous look indicated exactly that. However, nothing like that happened and she received her pirozhki.

The girl sniffed it, and then reluctantly bit into her portion.

— Wow, it's sooo good! — She looked at the filling, trying to guess the composition of the it in the dim light of the lamps.

— Tch — he snorted. — My grandfather makes better ones — he said but he ate the rest of his portion.

After this trip, it turned out that it was the first but not the last.

[Reader] liked Russian food so much that she dragged the boy to the booth every day, ordering new delicacies.

The system added a new item to the menu every day and worked quite efficiently. When they were halfway through the list, one fateful afternoon occurred.

It was starting to get dark. The boy's training was almost over and the girl still hadn't shown up at the ice rink. Baranovskaya stood by the board, which never happened at this time. As usual, she was accompanied by a careful look and a frown.

Yuri drove towards her in a fluid movement.

— Was [Reader] here?

The question, short and to the point, required the same type of answer.

— NO.

— If she does show up, tell her to come to me. It's true that she took second place and she can do better but for God's sake! Instant break down? We have to fill out these papers and she disappears right after the competition. — She waved the stack of papers angrily and walked away.

The skater had no desire to return to training. He left the rink, wondering if [Reader] had told him anything about the ballet competition. However, he came to the conclusion that despite letting some information out through the other ear, he would still remember something so important.

It was hard for him to admit it to himself but the ballet mistress's words and tone worried him.

He searched the Internet for recent news. The photo in a recently published article showed the lucky winner of the gold medal. However, it was not [Reader]. He managed to find an amateur video showing the performance of the girl and her competitors.

He called her once but only silence answered on the phone.

With quiet hope in his heart, he decided to go to the park. It was a bull's-eye. It's true that the girl, although she didn't choose their usual bench, didn't really hide. Her cheeks and nose were pink from the frost, and delicate snowflakes settled on her hair. Moreover, she was bathed in the dull light of the park lamps. She would have looked beautiful if the image hadn't been spoiled by her red eyes from crying. [Reader] held the unfinished pirozhki in her hand, her eyes fixed on the dead center. She only broke out of her trance when she saw familiar shoes and their owner a few meters in front of her.

— What are you doing here, idiot? Baranovskaya is looking for you — he huffed.

— Then call her and tell her I'm here — she replied in a flat voice.

Yuri was speechless. The girl had never seemed so emotionless to him.

— I won't handle things for you, call her yourself — he provoked again.

— I'm not going anywhere. — She shrugged. — Nothing will happen if I don't sign these papers. I want to quit.

— What exactly? — He frowned.

— Ballet. — She bit into her food. — I've spent a lot of time here today thinking about it, and I think it's a pretty good idea. No more training and competitions. I will finally be able to return to normal school. Plus, seeing family every day sounds good too. I won't have to spend half my life abroad. By the way, you're a damn hypocrite. You kept saying that I was dragging you here by force and now you came of your own free will.

This was too much for the boy. Her condition, so different from what he had been accustomed to over the past weeks, was getting on his nerves. He couldn't deal with it.

— Have you gone completely crazy? — He asked in the coldest tone [Reader] had ever heard from him.

Yuri pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed, and then sat down on the bench next to her.

— I saw both performances online. You may be on a similar level but you are better than her. Just look at your fouetté at the end. Those damn judges must have been blind when they gave you half a point less.

The girl raised her head to look at his face. She had rarely seen him talk about something with such conviction. She was ashamed to admit it but she didn't suspect Yuri of ever being able to give anyone a compliment. For that reason, however, this one had a stronger effect on her than most she had heard about her dancing before.

The Yuri's green eyes seemed sincere. The decision she had made that afternoon now seemed to her like a less than fantastic vision, driven by the impulse of failure.

— I'm grateful but...

— If you think I'm just saying this because I want to comfort you, then...

— That's not what I meant — she quickly denied. — I appreciate what you said but I still need to think about whether I want to enter the next competition. Go back and tell Lilia not to worry.

— But if you do, just know that at the next competition I'm going to sit in the audience and watch you beat the crap out of all of them and...

— Yuri!

The boy rolled his eyes and stood up from the bench. [Reader] did one of the most spontaneous things she had ever done. She ran to him and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

— Thank you again — she whispered and returned to her seat.

The Russian smiled to himself, feeling a feeling of warmth spread throughout his body.

That night neither of them could sleep.

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Clueless

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1,075

Your makeup bag sat on the counter as you dabbed on foundation in the dusty ballpark bathroom. You didn't used to be a makeup person, but a new job in a professional setting had changed your tune. Now you wore it almost every day, except when you were playing softball, of course.

Your thighs were burning from an hour and a half of playing catcher, and you knew you'd need an extra bit of green-tinged concealer to negate the raging red in your cheeks. You'd changed out of your dirty shorts and tank top and into a baggy pair of pink trousers and a band t-shirt. You were just starting on your eyebrows when Casey emerged from the stall behind you and moved forward to wash her hands.

You'd only lived in the city for a few months, but you'd already made several friends, thanks to the local LGBTQ+ softball league. Casey was probably the one you were closest to so far. You often went out for lunch or drinks after your Sunday games.

"You look good," Casey said, eyeing you. "Like really good."

"Thanks!" you chirped, brushing mascara on your eyelashes. "You too!"

Casey did look good in her light high-rise jeans and tank top. But, then, Casey always looked good. She looked stunning. You'd been deeply awkward around her at first; she was so pretty you often stumbled over your words in her presence. But after you'd hung out a few times—and convinced yourself that she was way out of your league and, therefore, solid friend material—you'd found your stride, able to be your awkward, quirky self.

Unbeknownst to you, your awkward, quirky self had Casey in an absolute chokehold. Casey had dated a lot of women and, fair or not, she often found herself categorizing them. As soon as they fit somewhere, she got bored. It was her job to predict people, but she didn't like to be able to do it in her relationships. She wanted someone who didn't fit in any of the categories. And you. You didn't quite fit anywhere. Soft and strong. Masculine and feminine. Serious and smart with a wickedly sharp of sense of humor. Awkward in a way that somehow made you cool at the same time. Every new thing she learned about you—and there was a lot to learn—made her like you more. The only problem was that you didn't seem to be getting the hint. Or maybe you were, and you just weren't interested.

"What are you doing after this?" Casey asked, pulling out her own makeup bag and trying to sound uninterested.

"Going out with Emmy and Tom," you said, smearing on a little blush—you'd overdone it on the concealer. "To that place with all the frozen margs. I can't remember what it's called."

"With Emmy and Tom," Casey repeated, trying not to sound as jealous as she was.

"Mmhm," you said, dabbing your lipstick with a bit of paper towel. You threw it away and turned to Casey, leaning on the bathroom counter. "You want to come? I'm sure they'd love for you to join."

"I was thinking," Casey replied, "that me and you could do something."

"Well, yeah, sure," you said, twirling your fingers next to your ear—you didn't know it, but it was Casey's favorite of your stims. "Obviously, I can't today because of, you know, Emmy and Tom, but we could grab coffee or something later this week?"

Casey stared at you so intensely that you had to look away; you didn't do well with prolonged eye contact. "Promise me you'll look this nice?" she teased.

"Please," you said, shrugging your shoulders and throwing your makeup bag into your backpack. "I always look this nice. Well," you faltered. "When I'm not feeling lazy, that is. Which..."

Casey laughed and ran a hand through her hair. "Damn," she said. "You are so clueless, you know that?"

Your face flushed, and you worried that you'd missed a social cue. Maybe an important one. Your brain raced backwards through the conversation, trying to figure out where you'd messed up.

"Y/N," she said, leaning down so her eyes were level with yours. She was so close you could smell the perfume on her neck—something woodsy and intoxicating. "When I say you look nice, I mean it in a gay way, not in a friends way."

Your stomach flipped. "Oh," you said quietly.

"When I say we should do something just us, I mean I want to take you out on a date. I'd like to kiss you. And I'd like to take you home after, if you're up for it."

You were, quite literally, stunned into silence. You had never had a girlfriend, never even had anyone interested in you. And because you were comfortable on your own, you were perfectly fine with that. But a girl could dream, right? And here was an absolute dream of a woman who said she wanted you. You hadn't even tried to be cool around her, so sure were you that you'd never have a chance.

Casey's confidence was waning the longer the silence went on. "I mean, if you're not interested, that's okay. Just say the word, and I'll back off."

"No, no!" you exclaimed, working yourself up to meet her eyes. "I'm definitely, definitely interested. I would love to do something just us. But, uh, still not today because Emmy and Tom."

"—Emmy and Tom," Casey's voice overlapped with yours. She tried and failed to hide a ridiculously big smile. "How about Friday?"

"Sure!" you said. "Sure, I can't wait!" You knew your stims betrayed a little more of your emotion than you'd like, but you couldn't help yourself, eyes pinching shut and fingers shaking frantically next to your ears. You felt your cheeks growing red in embarassment.

"Great! I'll call you," Casey finished, throwing her softball bag over her shoulder. "By the way," she said as she walked by you, your hands still twitching at the side of your head. "You're really cute when you do that." You blinked in surprise. Casey planted a quick kiss on your cheek before walking out, letting the bathroom door swing shut behind her.

You waited a beat before meeting your own eyes in the mirror and grinning like a lunatic. "Holy shit!" you squeaked. "Holy shit!" You fist pumped the air a few times before stimming your fingers and eyes again, a little less self-consciously this time. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and walked out the door, knowing it would be torture not to tell Emmy and Tom and maybe everyone you knew about your date with Casey. But you didn't want to jinx it. Not when someone like Casey Novak was on the line.

[tookishcombeferre]

I love the Sorcerer's Secret Episode. It might be my favorite one in the whole series? But, one of the things it highlights as kind of important for me is that Cedric might be the only person in Sofia's life that she learns from and doesn't perpetually have to rescue all the time. Despite the fact that she does pull him out of his seclusion by being there for him, he does, in fact, teach her things (if begrudgingly so) with eventual enthusiasm. However, Sofia is a child who, all too often, has been required to be the maturest person in the room full of both adults and other children. She saves her animal friends. She constantly apologizes for mistakes that any child would make. And, really, at the end of the day, she has to learn a lot on her own. Yet, despite being sort of a curmudgeon, Cedric really does guide her. He's gruff. He's sometimes self-interested. And, yet, somehow he's the adultiest adult in her life who actually understands the nature of what's going on. And, deep down, we see that he loves to see her succeed. It's clear in his posture. It's in his face. He can't hold back his joy even if he tries to cover it in his words. Whoever animated Cedric is a genius. The way they lit his eyes and did the fluidity of his body movement just speaks volumes about how he actually feels. And, Jess Harnell obviously kills it as his voice because the way he conveys the "I actually want to do this, but I seem like I'm disinterested" tone is just so perfect. Obviously Miranda is there for Sofia. But, by the nature of being from the village, just doesn't really "get" all the magic stuff. We see this in the finale. There's so much she misses because she's not trained to understand it. Once she does, she's on the warpath, and I love that. It's so genuine. She couldn't have understood everything. It was impossible! And, the more I watch the series the more I see the weight of the absolute world on Sofia's shoulders, and I realize that it's nice to know that she has an adult, outside of her parents who just don't understand magic well, who cares even if he can't quite make the words fit at first. It's nice to know that she has a mentor who genuinely protects her, unlike Chrysta. I like to think that Sofia calls Chrysta on her bad mentoring BECAUSE she KNOWS what a mentor is supposed to be like. She's HAD a good one to compare Chrysta to. And, I think that's important. I've had teachers in my own life who were closer than my folks because my folks couldn't, or wouldn't, get where I was at. They didn't understand the passions I had for things. We didn't align. Even as an adult, I have adultier adults in my life that "get" me. However, I've been thinking a lot about being in high school. Maybe hitting a milestone birthday in a month or so is making nostalgic? I remember a teacher who could never have kids of his own and his wife died relatively young. And, I remember so many of us who had him as a teacher were amazed by his ability to use feeling to connect with us. There was a lesson he taught about the play Our Town that I still remember as vividly as if I were still in that classroom at 16 at almost 30. We all had to write our own goodbyes to things we loved like Emily. I still remember what I wrote, what my friends wrote, what my teachers wrote. They were all scrambled together and then read aloud. But, you could tell who wrote what. It was the first time I think everyone in the room saw each other as people. Real people. And, he made that happen. All that to say, I think it's important to think about how mentorship is almost in a category onto itself. We see it in Cedric and Sofia. We see it with Dr. Dillamond and Elphaba in Wicked. We see it in, hopefully, our own lives. It's healing on both ends - for the mentor and the person being mentored. I know this for a fact because, now that I'm older, I've been on the mentorship side of that equation. It's a different feeling than being mentored, but the pride? the joy? that you feel at your mentees success?? There's nothing like it. It's indescribable. 

[anthrophobixx]

can u share with us why/how you chose the typings for the characters like why karen fairy, why oliver ghost and so on

of course !!

Karen got the fairy type because fairy types are mostly known for being quiet, calm, collected, but also very hard hitting, which I feel like resembles Karen quite well

Oliver got ghost because of the spooky mansion !! At the end of his good route he talks about how the cinema was indeed haunted by ghosts, but he managed to befriend some of them. This was actually suggested by a different tumblr ask, since we originally wanted to give Oliver the electric type :]

Randy got poison, since poison types usually live in conditions that are deemed "poor" by humans, but they're infact optimal for them. That's kinda how they found Randy actually. Bro is also probably a walking hazard so it only makes sense. Not to mention the kind of poison type pokemon that exist that just...scream Randy Jade (eg garbodor, who's actually his strongest guy)

Gabby got electric since she works at a phone shop and her job is to fix phones, printers, typewriters, all that good stuff. Since she fixes items that require electricity we thought electric type was the most fitting. Even if electricity isn't always needed when repairing things, pokemon such as magnemite, magneton and rotom can be useful regardless as shown in the games

Jerry got normal since he is probably the most casual citizen in dialtown. He's just livin his life, got nothing too special going on, he's just a regular guy

Norm got fighting and I feel like it's kinda self explanatory why. Fighting types are known for being angry and aggressive, but also reasonable and kind once they get used to their trainers. Some fighting type pokemon are also known for wanting justice and they fight for whatever they feel is right (eg lucario). Sounds kinda like Norm imo

Mingus got dark because she's a corrupt mayor, but also because the dark type has the most cats. Majority of dark type pokemon are sassy and they all give off this weird mingus energy I can't put into words.

Callum got steel because he works with metal. His arms, legs and his head are made out of metal. There's pokemon that shed pieces of metal when they evolve (aron) so he doesn't only use his pokemon in battle, but also in his workshop, kinda like Gabby. I can't explain it any better sobw

Bunny got ice since he's "cold as ice" iykwim. Tried to give him as many passive aggressive pokemon as possible (and this includes alolan ninetales somehow)

Gingi doesn't have a specific type since it probably ate the gym leader guide book it got from the higher ups. It also doesn't keep it's pokemon in pokeballs since 1. no money 2. the concept of big ass creechurs being trapped in tiny balls terrify it and it doesn't want its pokemon to be "put in ball prison". Gingi also resembles the player in this au thing

Abel got fire since fire does resemble anger, but also power. Abel owns a whole ass funfair and is also part of the minglings !! Bro got plenty of power !! He is also angry at Gingi for wasting his time, bothering his employees and pissing on one of his attractions I totally didn't forget what it was but I remember it happening !! We tried giving him all the passive aggressive fire type pokemon we could find in the dex (he's also matching w his boywife bc love wins)

Mr. Dickens got psychic since psychic types are known for being the wise, knowledgable pokemon. Like fairy types, they're also calm, quiet and collected, but they got a lil touch of wisdom in there. They also represent the power of the intellect, which is pretty mr. dickenscore if I say so myself.

Theoroar got the dragon type, since theo doesn't actually give a damn about building a bond or relating to his pokemon. He wants the rarest, most powerful pokemon under his grasp and dragon types just so happen to fit in both of those categories. His logic is that his pokemon work for him and whatever gets him to the top he will use it

Hobo got all the gods. Dialga, the god of time, Palkia, the goddess of space, Xerneas, the goddess of life, Yvetal the god of death and Arceus the creator of it all and the being above everything. He probably has Groudon and Kyogre in his pc, since they're the god of land and the sea respectively. He got herdier for good measure, it's kinda like Red's pikachu in the johto games.

Tango and Billy are both rocket executives so they don't have a specific type they specialize in, but Billy has a more offensive team no pun intended, while Tango has a more defensive one

Shooty and Stabby well....they obv don't have a type they specialize in since they're pretty much just rocket grunts. Their goal is to become executives one day

[changingplumbob]

Glenn had a good sleep his first night, like his body was relaxing into the surroundings. When he woke up the sun was shining and after going for a quick run and showering he headed to another spellcaster's house. He had meant to visit Harmony yesterday but Drusilla had kept him too busy. Practicing his smile, he knocked on the door of the house she and Koko shared. He stood for a minute before hearing the sound of it unlocking and took that as his cue to go in.

Glenn: Good morning

Koko: Morning. Harmony this is Glenn, I met him last night during a gap in my meditation

Harmony: Nice to meet you Glenn. Are you getting settled back alright?

Glenn: For sure, I did miss all my plants when I was gone

Harmony: *chuckles* I know exactly what you mean, they're like my kids. I'd hate to be parted from some of my favourites

Glenn: You're in to gardening?

Harmony: I enjoy nature. I'm not a massive academic on plants though, I just have a few favourites. I enjoy water based magic, not as much as Marisol obviously, but enjoy using all the elements together

Glenn: So your powers are like Jackson and Coleman

Harmony: Not quite. They mainly deal with the transfer of heat, I work all elements and make new ones

Glenn: New ones?

Harmony: I have a gift for conjuring

Glenn: Like Carmine then?

Koko: Harmony is more powerful than her

Harmony: I'm just older and have been at this longer. Carmine transfigures, she takes what is there and changes its form. Similar to how Gillian changes her form. Conjuring is different

Glenn: I thought they were the same

Harmony: Not quite. Conjuring is crafting something from nothingness. The creation of matter rather than the manipulation of it

Glenn: I mean... is that even possible

Harmony: I've conjured a lot and I assure you, it's possible

Koko: It's just your science brain telling you it's impossible

Glenn: I said I don't follow science much anyway

Harmony: But you like plants, yes? There is science in that. Ph of soil, grafting of different types-

Koko: How much light they should get, that's super important

Glenn: I suppose. I just didn't think it was that technical since I understand it so easily

Harmony: Lesson one Glenn, never downplay your talents

Koko: Others will do that all by themselves, it's best not to help them

Glenn: Well... I guess I do have one good trick

Harmony: Care to share?

Glenn: Well, I can tell what a flower is going to be

Koko: Like what species

Glenn: That sure, that's easy if I've seen the type of plant before. But I mean like when the flowers are starting to bud, I can tell what colour they'll be when they flower, even if I'm not sure what type of flower they are

Harmony: Oh now that's pretty cool. See, we'll have you shouting about your talents in no time

Glenn: I'm normally pretty good at showing off. The whole bc experience just shook me a bit I think but I want to get back to who I am

Harmony: Sounds fair. First time I got my heart broken I was awful company for months, it really stifled my practicing

Glenn: Practicing! I almost forgot that's why I'm here. Phoebus wanted me to check in with you for any magic tips. He said you're the best at untamed stuff

Harmony: Untamed is just a category for stuff people can't fully comprehend but sure. I might be able to teach you to conjure small things, or umm... you enjoy plants, can you move the earth?

Glenn: Move the earth?

Koko: Earthquakes *makes rumbling noises*

Glenn: I don't know about earthquakes

Harmony: There are smaller applications. Scooping dirt and moving it with magic rather than your hands. Being able to tell what bugs are in the soil, that kind of thing might be helpful

Glenn: For sure. Oh, do you reckon I could cast a barrier to keep aphids off the plants

Harmony: Probably but with such small creatures it requires a lot of finesse

Glenn: I'm good at finesse

Harmony: Okay. Well I'm often busy with my own studies in conjuring but I'm sure I could fit in some tutoring once or twice a week

Glenn: That would be amazing

Koko: Oh if you're wanting to learn more everyday type of magic you should talk to Elise

Harmony: Oh absolutely! She's right next door, gems are her thing

Glenn: Alright. Well thanks for the chat

Harmony: Any time Glenn, good luck with that confidence building

Koko: And happy dreams

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[shinyrhinestones]

Two doors down

Summary: Reader has had a bad day, and tries to cheer herself up by going to a party she has been invited to, where she ends up meeting a cute boy. (Yes, it’s based on the Dolly Parton song). Reader doesn’t work at the BAU.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader

Category: Oneshot

Genre: Fluff and smut.

Warnings: Alcohol, partying, kissing, Reader has quite long hair, Reader is studying to become an archaeologist, but Reader is about the same age as Spencer. Smut, soft intercourse, petting, protected intercourse, making-out.

This is my first time writing a little more explicit so it might not be that good…

Also English isn’t my mother tongue, so there will probably be some mistakes.

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Bad days happen, and that's okay. But they definitely don't make the targeted person feel very good. I guess, it's only a bad day if you let it be. But honestly today had just been straight up a horrible day, and I wasn't sure if any of that could be saved. The day wasn't over yet, but still, it felt like alot to make up for. First of all, the weather had been horrible. It was raining heavily. Thunder coming every now and then giving me a shock, because of how loud it is. Everything had been so irritating today. My sleeves kept getting stuck onto doorhandles, kept dropping things and my hair wouldn't cooperate with me.

The rain drops had felt like sharp diamant pieces falling onto my skin and hair. I had let out a deep sigh entering the warm building of my school. But it was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world sitting on those unbearable chairs in my school, and just walking around in general with completely wet and soaked socks and pants. And my long hair dripping onto the floor. My classmates had been obnoxious. Maybe I just felt that way, because I was already in a bad mood and on edge.

I had completely forgotten about the whole party my friend, Elle was having. Work had been taking up my whole mind that day, that when I looked at my calender I almost had a heart attack. Luckily, I didn't need to worry about the weather and having to find a way of transportation in it, because Elle lived just two doors down from my apartment.

I didn't know what to wear or if what I wanted to wear was even clean. So I decided to worry about that later, and jumped into the shower. One thing at a time.

The warm shower, helped with relaxing and clearing my mind. Also, that meant my hair could sit better, than it had the whole day. I found some clothes that fit a party, like the one I was going to. It wasn't going to be anything wild, but just a gathering with some music and games. I never really went to wild parties anyways.

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Music was playing at a fitting volume, with people chatting and some playing games like limbo. It was entertaining watching how low people could get until it was just impossible, unless you wanted to break a bone. I was watching some of them, smiling and laughing at it. I did feel a little tired, rubbing my eyes here and then, but I found the athmospehere of my friends apartment too comforting to leave. Also, I didn't want to just show up and then quickly scram from the whole event. Unless, I had a good exuse, and I didn't. So I was sitting there on her black couch, leaning an elbow on my leg and resting my head on my fist. I had a can of beer infront of me, but I had only taken like one sip from it. I really wasn't in the mood for getting drunk or being hungover. I felt the weight on the couch shift when a young man sat next to me. I looked over shortly to see who it was, and to my surprise I didn't recognize him. I knew everyone else at the party, except for him. I straigthened my posture a bit, studied his side profile as he looked at the limbo that was happening. He had a sharp jawline, cute button nose and dark hair. Hair that wasn't to short nor was it too long. "Hi"I softly said. The man turned to me, with raised eyebrows and curious eyes. I already loved staring into those brown doe eyes. "Hi" He replied. A small vague smile formed on my face, and I could see one on his face too. "I'm Y/N" I said, and studied his face further.

"I'm Spencer" He said like he had been holding a long breath. He nodded a little at me, as his way of greeting me, and I must've mirrored his gesture. "How do you know Elle?" I asked, and started fidgeting with the can. The can had gone warm, after just sitting on the coffee table for so long. "I work with her. We're really good friends from work" His lips went into a straight line alot of the time, and I couldn't stop staring at them. They were pink and looked so kissable.

Elle had recently gotten the opening at the BAU as a profiler. Maybe that was why she held this little party, to celebrate in a way. I'm not sure. She didn't say so. I looked over at Elle, who was already eyeing me and Spencer. She smiled at me, and then looked back at the game she was occupied with.

"At the BAU?" I asked, knowing the answer already. But it was just to hear more from that pretty mouth of his. He nodded. "Yes, we work as profilers." He said a little low, like he didn't actually want me to hear him. I felt a warm feeling spreading through my chest, just by looking at him. His own fingers were fidgeting, and he looked around alot. Behind me, infront of himself and only managed eye contact for a few seconds. He tucked his hair behind his ears, and I really wanted to touch it myself. Run my fingers through his dark hair and feel the hopefully soft and nice feeling. I could only imagine it being delicate.

"How do you know her?" He wondered. "I met Elle, when I moved here. I wanted to see if law enforcement was for me, and during my search for maybe my law enforcement education I met Elle. She worked with sex crimes." He smiled the whole time I was trying to find the right words, for my explanation. He nodded along the whole time. "So did you choose law enforcement?" He asked. "No. It felt like there was other great stuff out there for me. I think law enforcement would've been fun, but I feel like there was just more fun stuff out there" I tried to explain my best, but I was truly nervous around this beautiful man. Everytime I meet a handsome man, I find it hard to not be anxious just a little. I bounced my leg up and down, looking around the apartment. The window had been opened to probably ease the smell of alcohol. A cold breeze was lingering in the apartment. Cars were driving by and stars were shining down onto earth. "So what do you do?" "I am studying. I want to become an archaeologist."

Spencer had seemed very intrigued by my interest in history, and talked to me almost all evening about facts and stories including the past. I listened to him, finding it cute the way he was talking and rambling. And honestly, I was happy to have met someone who was interested in something I was. After alot of talking, people were moving over to the living room to rest, and sat down around where me and Spencer had been sitting.

"Hey, do you want to maybe go somewhere more private? A lot of people are moving over here. We could talk about it more, if we just moved." I leaned in close to Spencer, so only he could hear me. My voice was almost a whisper. Spencer felt my breath on him, which only made his fluttering heart go wilder.

He'd been feeling so lucky to have been able to keep a conversation with a stranger, and that that person made him feel that special and rare feeling inside.

"Oh..yeah- uhm..sure" He looked down, not being able to look at me anymore. I could see a small blush being painted onto his pretty cheeks. I stood up, and waited for him to follow my lead.

I stopped walking for a moment to talk to him shortly. "We could just go to my place, it's in the same building"

Spencer had agreed with a shy: Yes. And a nod.

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Elle had given me a funny look, when I told I was leaving as Spencer did too.

But it didn’t really matter what Elle was thinking because I was now in my own apartment with a guy who was very attractive both physically and personally.

He was shy, kind, clever, sweet and understanding. He seemed to actually listen and be interested in what I was saying. I did go to school with a bunch of people who are also interested in it, but none of those people made me feel the way Spencer did. He had a soft nature to him, and it was almost like I could see the goodness ray and shine around him.

“You have a nice place.” He complimented. I wasn’t sure if he felt obligated to say that, but I appreciated the kindness.

“Thank you.” I replied, and sat down on my couch. “You can look around if you want” I’m not sure why I said that, to a man who I just had met, but it slipped.

He looked through some of the books I read, and kept going on these ramblings about facts and whatnot about what these books reminded him of. And I just sat there and listened with a soft smile, and probably pink cheeks.

He sat down next to me, and a small silence filled. He didn’t really look at me, when he sat down. But at one moment he did, and that’s when my I didn’t even think before I acted. I kissed him, and brought my hands up to his face. I let my hands caress his cheeks, and up to his hair. I felt his own hands wrap around my body holding me closer than before. His lips were so soft. I could feel every single butterfly basking it’s wings in my belly.

At one point we had to pull away for air.

We just looked at each other. In to the others eyes, studying them. I know, I could look into his pretty ones for an eternity. I tilted my head while looking at him. My arms rested around his neck, and his were still around me. They were careful and gentle. His hands were large and honestly so beautiful.

Then I kissed him again. I swear I could see the almost hypnotized look in his eyes, and the way his breath got caught in his throat. But he melted into the kiss, just like his body did. I couldn’t keep my hands away from his hair. He started to lay his body on top of mine, which I was only happy to experience. Feeling his weight on me, but of course he didn’t lay all of his weight on me. But it still felt nice to have him so close.

As we laid there just kissing and letting our hands wander on each other, we both got more into it.

So I asked him. Carefully though. I really didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I wouldn’t know if he wanted to if I didn’t ask. He seemed completely hypnotized in some way. He mumbled a yes, and I had pushed him off me to sit up on the couch both of us. I think that had scared him. That he had done something wrong, but that was not my intention at all. I just wanted to ask him about his boundaries and what he likes, and then I told him my own aswell. I’ve always found it important to know each others boundrasies and no-go’s in order to have a good time together.

I normally wouldn’t really have gone this far with someone I’ve only known for a few hours.

I guess, the reason why I did it was because I had had a bad day and just needed something to relieve all of my tension and frustration.

I remember holding his hand and guiding him to my bedroom, with him following me like a puppy in a crowd.

The light in my room wasn’t too bright because I just turned on the bedside lamp. I went over to close the door, and when I turned around Spencer was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. I decided to just lay down on the bed guiding him on me.

He started kissing down my neck and went down to my collarbone. His hands slid under my blouse, and caressed the skin under. I had reached for the buttons on his shirt and started unbuttoning them. I immediately let my hands roam over the already exposed skin on his chest. We didn’t even break the kiss, while we snuck our hands under each others clothing.

But at one point we had to break the kiss to get off each others clothing completely. Being intimate with Spencer was a time worth remembering. He was a lover who really cared.

We were both bare at this point. He had taken my shirt off and didn’t even throw it. He just let it fall from his grip onto the edge of the bed, not even looking where it landed. He kissed down my neck and down my collarbone. I sighed, and my hands ran through his dark hair. His hands slowly and carefully brushed down my belly, and right when he was to touch my most sensitive spot, he looked up at me.

His brown puppy dog eyes looked up at me through his eyelashes. “Can I?” His voice was low and comforting in a way. “Yes” I looked back at him with a subtle smile, resting my weight on my elbows. He ghosted his middle finger above my already wet folds. He didn’t put any pressure yet. He kissed my belly and kissed down my hips, and then let lingering kisses on my inner thighs. I closed my eyes, enjoying the gentleness from a man like him.

I opened my eyes again, looking at how pretty he was exploring me. He caressed one of my thighs with one of his large hands. His other hand softly sliding through my folds, before hus middle finger ended upon my clit. He started to rub his finger against it in circles. I started panting just a little, my breath getting heavier. I let out a barely audible whine, but because it was quiet in my quite small flat, and it was just me and him, he heard it.

I reached for a condom in drawer of my nightstand.

“Could you wear protection?” I asked so I wasn’t just doing stuff without being thoughtful.

He noddded. “Oh- No, yes of course”

I remember how his eyes were observing my figure. He looked completely star struck. I probably had the same look on my face. It was rare for me to see a man who was handsome, cute and beautiful but Spencer was definitely all of those. His eyes were a mix of brown and green, shining with admiration. His hair framed his face perfectly even though it was messy, and all over the place.

My finger traced down his nose. I opened the condom and let the wrapper be on the bedside table.

He had been hard ever since I guided him on top of me. He was holding himself up with his hands on the sides of me. I put it on him, and held him closer to me right when I got it on him.

I kissed him and he immediately kissed back. His thumbs were sliding up the sides of my waist and I slowly guided him towards my entrance. I sighed, and held my arms around him, caressing every now and then. Before I let him enter I reached my hand down to wrap my hand around him, and letting it stroke a few times. His eyes fluttered, and he let out a short moan. Hearing him moan like that, made me a little impatient. It only made me want more of him. I kissed his jawline and then left kisses on his throat, holding him closer to reach him.

I then guided him towards my entrance letting him enter this time. I took in a breath, feeling him like this was a little surreal. This man was so sweet, and here I was being this intimate with him. Spencer let out soft moan, and kissed him on my lips. He didn’t move, until I let one hand reach his lower back and told him to.

“Move Spencer” I whispered against his delicate skin. I whined when he started to move at a steady pace. I knew he was trying to hold in his own sounds. I saw him biting his bottom lip, and how he only let out small huffs every now and then.

“I wanna hear you, Spencer” I said in between breaths. Everytime he hit a spot that really felt good I let out a real moan. But it wasn’t that loud. Not that it didn’t feel good, but normally I’m not that loud. Whenever someone would be moaning with their chest I knew they were faking it. Its supposed to come from the down in the stomach, where the pleasure shoots up. He hid his face in the crook of my neck, before he finally let himself relax and let sounds and noises go.

I closed my eyes, and held him as close as I could. “Hold me” I muttered and he immediately obeyed. His long arms and large hands held me securely but gently in his grip. His chest close to mine.

I’m not really sure how much time had passed, but I guess that doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that it felt good. He was doing it just right, hitting the right spot inside of me. I was panting much heavier now along with Spencer. I felt it building up in my stomach. “I’m almost there” I said almost breathless. “Spencer” I barely whined. His lips parted a little his eyes studying me before he let out: “Oh god” I felt his thrusts getting more slow, but it still added onto the heavenly feeling. My body tensed. I held onto him for dear life, letting out a choked moan. He started leaving butterfly kisses on my jawline, before he let more lingering kisses on my neck. My back arched a little, and my head leaned into his touch.

Shortly after I felt himself let go. I heard his low moan, and felt his body almost collapse on me. His body was sweaty and his eyes closed in a moment of bliss. I relaxed in his embrace and let myself rest against my bed. I let out a final sigh and Spencer smiled at the sight of me. I saw his soft smile at me, when my eyelids fluttered open. A breathy giggle came out of me, and I caressed his cheeks, as he leaned his face into my hands. He crawled next to me and sat up. I admired his figure, before I got up myself to get cleaned up just like him.

Even though the day had started badly it ended up becoming a good day. Or atleast a better day.

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[sapphicdib]

"i could gush about my sig headcanons all day but auuughvjgghh". You know what, do it. I dare you. After that sleepy iterators post I'm itching for more headcanons to ponder.

SORRY THIS IS RLLY LATE, IVE BEEN WORKING A LOT

THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME HAVE AN EXCUSE TO HAVE A CATEGORY 10 AUTISM MOMENT ON THE DASH. this is legit about to be a better essay than anything ive ever turned in for university so strap in, obv everything is gonna be under the cut bc this is prolly gonna be long as fuck

Okay! My main headcanons for Sig are:

He uses he/she/it pronouns, but mainly he/she!

He's a bioengineering dork.

She's a specialized medical facility!

She doesn't really care much about the great problem, and thus has a lot of hobbies. He knitted her own scarf!

She has a lot of friends, even outside of the local group. He's incredibly close with Chasing Wind.

He's a mid-gen iterator, (Ages being: LTTM, SRS, SOS, CW, NSH, UI, FP), so his emotional AI is a lot more advanced than Suns' (there's quite a gap between the two, Suns is closer to Moon in terms of age).

She considers Hunter to be her daughter, Hunter calls him her dadmom and Moon her mom.

He tends to bury these emotions down for the sake of others, which leads to...bad situations.

She's terrified of being alone :)

Sig just gives me gender fucky-wucky vibes. Her pronouns are the/bit and he's committed to it. There's not really a basis for this in canon but it just fits his personality of being pretty laid back and goofy when not in um. emotional distress. Also the accessorizing to his puppet (ie the scarf) makes me think he likes to experiment with her appearance and presentation. To add on to this in the streamer au she goes by any pronouns and is pretty androgynous, so none of his followers can tell his AGAB, and its funny to him to watch the chat argue about it. (He's AFAB, tbh I can't see her as anything else). No one can guess his sexuality either, the only "confirmed" thing seems to be polyamourous, but other than that it's "whatever makes it gay", or "whatever pisses you off most".

Sig obviously has a knack for bioengineering, as he was the one who started investigating the idea of using purposed messengers to stay in contact with others once the comms degraded, not to mention the creation of the slag reset keys. Yes this is my incoming rant of "Sig is not bad at making slugcats", since sometimes people tend to act like "Sig didn't follow Suns' instructions" or something like that, and that's why Hunter is sick. There are MULTIPLE points in their conversations where it's outright stated that Sig was the one who did it first:

Sig was the one who showed Suns the process:

SRS: I purposed a messenger, and sent the information by land via a data pearl. NSH: How original of you. SRS: I learned from the best.

Sig clearly has experiences with messengers, and Spearmaster happens before Sig begins working on Hunter:

NSH: I feel like I need to be simplifying my speech patterns. Is that something you do when conversing with your messenger?

SUNS SAYS "ANOTHER" MESSENGER, AND THEN LATER SIG SAYS "ANOTHER MESSENGER" AS WELL. SIG HAS MADE MESSENGERS BEFORE:

SRS: Do you suppose you'll ever raise another messenger?

NSH: I'm tempted to start work on raising another messenger as a last ditch effort, but to be honest I don't think there is any point.

And then, in her reply, she says, "*I* started investigating the method".

NSH: If the need arises, I certainly would. After all, I started investigating the method out of the inevitability of our situation.

And just to nail it down that Sig was the one who purposed them first, the gossip between Wandering Omen and Pleading Intellect:

PI: You haven't heard about what No Significant Harassment did? WO: All I heard was the complaining. Didn't he send an iterator something distasteful? PI: Well, yes, but more importantly, he trained a purposed organism to deliver it!

WO: How do you even get a dull creature such as that to follow orders? I may consider asking him to teach me his ways.

So yes, Sig was the one to purpose the messengers first. She had already made at least one in the past, to send the "distasteful message" to someone. I'd honestly say he probably made more between that/before, to test the efficacy and also just to mess around with the process.

This leads into my next headcanon: Sig was a specialized medical facility! Five Pebbles mentions to Hunter that "I was not a medical facility even when the equipment was functioning," so I believe that there were some more specialized iterators built. Sig's knowledge of bioengineering could be an indication of this specialization, not to mention it fits with him not really caring about the great problem to the same degree as everyone else. Purely headcanon after this point, but when Sig was first built, Moon was very nervous about getting a new model of "specialized" iterator that she wouldn't be able to help train as well! Moon was a more generalized iterator as she was older, so she does have knowledge about medicine and bioengineering, as all iterators did for the health and growth of her city, but nothing to the degree Sig would need. Thankfully, iterators are fucking supercomputers, so its not like Sig needed much "training" in the way of that, but still. Moon wanted to be a good mentor to her! And she very much was, considering how Sig turned out. That's why they ended up so close.

After the mass ascension, he became the resident "doctor" of the local group. Pointing back to the slag reset keys, Sig seems to have shoved as many as he could into that thing, since Pebbles reacts to the amount of them with surprise, so he knows his way around iterator biology. In pure headcanon mode now, when they develop my tangible projections thing (which Sig and Moon were heavily involved in), it meant that she could actually help others by preforming repairs on their puppets, and even their structures by sending her overseer into them. Moon's inspectors enjoy head pats from her whenever he's passing by.

Her being a medical facility also means she doesn't give as much thought to finding the Triple Affirmative as others. His processing power was delegated more towards finding cures, aiding the sick, and engineering better production techniques for medical equipment and such. His city is also highly accessible and optimized for the disabled and elderly. When you're a medical facility, your goal is more to keep people alive than perma-kill them! I mostly get this headcanon from the fact that when Suns is faced with "what to do" other than solve the great problem, they respond with "What else CAN we do? You're stuck in your can, and at any moment you have no more than two alternatives: Do nothing, or work like you're supposed to.". Meanwhile, Sig responds to Suns' question about purposing another messenger with "There's nothing better for me to do with my time, though.". Not to mention, he was already purposing messengers before this, so she certainly wasn't dedicating all of her time to iterating the great problem! Of course, he probably did iterate on it, just not to the degree his peers did. He also jokes about it in that broadcast where Wind is telling everyone about erratic pulse, saying "Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along!" so it really seems like he doesn't take it very seriously.

Her disinterest in solving the problem led to her developing a wide range of hobbies. He's an iterator after all, they probably get horrifically bored if they're not doing something! She taught herself to knit (telling his citizens it helped her focus so they would provide her with needles and yarn), and eventually learns to make garments as well. I headcanon he plays video games too, especially with Chasing Wind, mostly just because she probably wanted to see if an iterator could run Doom for the lolz. Probably also trolls in the group chats sometimes, considering the "distasteful pearl", and I think her being being NGI ("No Great Ideas") would be funny as hell. This also makes it pretty obvious why I made the streamer au, Sig's a top level player for multiple FPS games and has won some pretty prestigious awards in esports tournaments. And then she goes home and plays Hollow Knight randomizers with Pebbles in a maid outfit.

Sig's personality also lent itself to having a lot of friends. Her and Chasing Wind were built less than 50 cycles apart (Wind is older), so they're practically attached at the hip. Wind isn't in her local group (He's in Sliver's), but they're still very close. It's not really explored much in canon since we really only see her interact with Suns for the most part, but given her personality, I don't think it'd be a far off assumption for him to have lots of friends. Because she's younger, she also has a more sophisticated emotional AI...which can be detrimental at times, but is helpful when it comes to maintaining friendships!

AHAH So here comes the um. SAD portion of the rant lol. I feel like Sig buries her emotions down a lot, for the sake of others. In her conversations with Suns, we do see him get snappy with him, but for the most part he remains either calm or sympathetic, at the most a bit pessimistic towards the end. When she finally does call Suns out for their bullshit, he (presumably) stops replying to Suns for a short time before apologizing and continuing to talk to them.

SRS: I'm in noticing you are becoming more defensive. This obviously wasn't the end result I was aiming for, you know. SRS: Please respond to my messages. I don't want to leave it like this. I need someone to talk to. NSH: I don't mean to be cold, I'm just very worried.

After this interaction, Sig seems to either just reply with facts/possibly explanations for Moon/Pebbles' actions, or completely changing the subject to Suns' messenger, which then leads to the broadcast where Suns is telling her all the ways they modified their messenger to sneak past Sig's overseers, by not giving them the mark and hiding the pearl, we see Sig's replies become very short, single sentence answers.

This to me reads as slightly passive aggressive, but Suns doesn't seem to pick up on it. To be honest I in my head I hear this as Sig hissing this shit through clenched teeth if he could, but it's just text so I suppose we'll never know.

Additionally, he still does let his emotions overwhelm her at points, (such as during the "Your plan was a complete failure" broadcast), but the most blatant is probably in the messages she sends to Moon and Pebbles.

Starting with the Pebbles one:

NSH: Five Pebbles, I will say once again. You need to stop. Immediately. NSH: I know you are going to trash this message like the rest, but... NSH: I hope eventually when you are out of this state of mind you will look back at these. NSH: Look back and reflect on all the regrets you've set yourself up to have.

Sig is angry. Like he shows no sympathy for him, and just hopes he wallows in regret for the rest of his life. She does express his dislike of Pebbles while talking to Suns as well, but manages to still be nice by saying "I think a lot of us were like that in the beginning.", and such, and then drops the subject by the next broadcast by talking about Suns' messenger. He only ever talks about Moon's condition, likely to keep himself from being a dick about Pebbles in front of Suns because talking directly about him is obviously pretty touchy. But this broadcast is straight up mean. She doesn't manage to hold back her emotions but to be honest? I don't think he actually cares, if he burns that bridge with Pebbles then fine, because Pebbles burned it first.

Pebbles took away one of the few friends he still had in this dying world.

I really and truly believe that Sig's biggest fear is being alone. She makes the slugcats as a way to keep in contact with others after the comms arrays degrade. After being snappy with Suns, she immediately backtracks, apologizes, and keeps talking to them, even if it hurts. His messages to Moon also emphasize this:

NSH: Moon? Moon, are you able to communicate?

NSH: Moon? It's me again.

NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay.

The fact that we are provided two of these broadcasts and not just one seems to point to the idea that these are not the only two Sig sent. "It's me again." There is more desperation in her tone compared to the messages he shares with Suns, possibly because he's more comfortable expressing his profound distress with Moon because they're closer. A part of me headcanons she...never stopped sending messages. He needs to know she's okay. You can even find a green overseer in outer expanse and subterranean, locked out of the facility but still searching, still looking for any sign of Moon...or Hunter.

When Sig sends Hunter to Moon, the pearl he sends is goofy and lighthearted. He doesn't want to bring her down when she's already suffering enough. It's short, and sweet, because anything longer would probably devolve into something unpleasant. She's holding the words on that pearl together with tape and glue. Once again, hiding the pure grief he feels for the sake of others.

I also think that's why Hunter is sick. Once again, pure headcanon, but Sig mentions this on the pearl:

Excuse the unorthodox delivery method, equipment eroding etc etc.

I kinda interpret this as Sig pushing herself too hard to make Hunter in time to save Moon, and in turn, irreversibly damaging himself in the process. An emergency shutdown occurred after he ignores the 50th pressure warning his systems desperately tried to get her to pay attention to, causing Hunter to become sick thanks to the sudden disruption in his concentration, much like Pebbles and the rot. This is also why no other messengers were sent after this, Sig simply couldn't make any more that were healthy. She loved Hunter, and I fully believe that, as Hunter's last vision in the void sea was to return to his arms. Continuing the pure headcanons now, but he treats Hunter like a daughter and knits her a scarf for her journey. She tells Hunter that Moon is her mom. She gives Hunter a name, which were held in very high regard in ancient culture, a gift so she can at least be remembered for her sacrifice: "Hunting the Stars, Moon's Savior."

All and all, Sig is desperately trying to delay the inevitable, watching the walls of loneliness close in as she loses contact with friends, slowly encroaching on her until he's locked up in a box. Alone.

HOWEVER!

I for one, absolutely adore the goofy, flirty personality the fandom gives Sig. I really do believe when he isn't in extreme emotional distress, she is like that. The motherfucker uses tildes in his texts and teases Suns and makes jokes about slimers and lizards. I just like peeling apart the little snippets we see of him, which are mostly at pretty low moments unfortunately, and just seeing what I can extrapolate from that. Even if some of my headcanons are far-fetched and shit, I do at least try to keep most of them at least slightly in character with some explanation.

I hope you enjoyed my unhinged rant about my favorite guy!!!! I put this in google docs and its literally like, 2.4k words, I could genuinely have turned this in to one of my fucking college courses LMFAO. It's probably better than some of the garbage I DID turn in tbh. If you want more I am totally happy to provide, cuz I could make a whole OTHER ramble about Hunter that's just as long LMAOOOO

(Oh also none of this applies to rot au Sig. that freak deserves her own post bc at this point he's 50% oc and 50% No Significant Harassment Rain World LOL)

[mizu-chin]

Yes My Lord "The Encounter with the Undertaker"

*English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes*

The Phantomhive mansion was in a frenzy that morning, with Ciel ordering everyone to prepare for an important visitor. The Undertaker, the enigmatic and eccentric funeral director who acted as Ciel's informant, had requested a meeting. The Undertaker's arrival was always a peculiar event, marked by his eccentric personality and macabre humor.

S/n was in the library, reviewing some documents related to the ongoing investigation, when Ciel entered, closely followed by Sebastian.

"S/n," Ciel began, his voice calm but urgent. "We're expecting an important visitor. The Undertaker. He may have crucial information for our investigation."

She looked up from the papers and nodded. "Understood, Ciel. Should I prepare something special?"

Ciel shook his head. "Just be present. Your observational skills may be useful."

Sebastian remained silent, but his eyes tracked every movement of S/n. He knew that the Undertaker's arrival could bring complications, especially because the eccentric funeral agent had a tendency to show interest in things that were out of the ordinary. And S/n, with her strength and mystery, certainly fit into that category.

Later, in the main hall, S/n, Ciel, and Sebastian awaited the Undertaker's arrival. When he finally appeared, his characteristic smile and sinister laughter filling the room, all eyes turned to him.

"Ah, what a delightful gathering!" exclaimed the Undertaker, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And who is this fascinating creature that I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet?"

Ciel stepped forward. "Undertaker, this is S/n. She has been a great ally of ours."

The Undertaker's eyes fixed on S/n with a curious glint. "S/n, what a charming name for such an intriguing lady. May I ask, my dear, what brought you into the company of young Master Phantomhive?"

S/n held her gaze steady but friendly. "I was hired to assist Ciel in his investigations. And it seems our collaboration has been quite fruitful."

Undertaker laughed, a deep and resonant sound. "Fruitful indeed. I see the young master has good taste in allies."

Sebastian, who was watching the interaction closely, felt a pang of jealousy growing within him. He knew that the Undertaker's interest was not merely professional. There was a genuine curiosity and perhaps something more, something he didn't want to admit to himself.

"What have you brought us today, Undertaker?" asked Ciel, trying to steer the conversation back to the main focus.

"Oh, just some information about a recent move by our common enemy," replied the Undertaker, not taking his eyes off S/n. "But I must say, I'm more interested in learning about the new addition to your group."

S/n, sensing Sebastian's discomfort, decided to intervene. "I'm here to help Ciel, nothing more. If you have information that can assist us, I'm eager to hear it."

The Undertaker smiled even wider, a gesture that seemed almost paternal. "Direct and to the point. I like that. Very well, let's get down to business."

As the Undertaker began to detail the information he had gathered, Sebastian couldn't help but observe the interaction between him and S/n. There was something in the way the Undertaker looked at her, something that made the demon inside Sebastian stir. He had always considered S/n an ally and, more recently, something deeper that he was still trying to understand. Seeing another show interest in her stirred up feelings that he preferred to keep hidden.

After the meeting ended, Ciel retired to his office, taking the documents provided by the Undertaker with him. Sebastian and S/n were left alone in the room, a tense silence filling the space between them.

"You didn't like the Undertaker, did you?" asked S/n, breaking the silence.

Sebastian looked at her, his eyes darkening with conflicting emotions. "The Undertaker is... peculiar. And his curiosity can be unsettling."

She smiled, a soft and understanding smile. "He's intriguing, for sure. But don't worry, Sebastian. I'm here for Ciel, for our mission."

He took a step forward, the intensity in his eyes growing. "It's not the Undertaker that concerns me, S/n. It's what he might uncover about you."

S/n tilted her head, curious. "And what could he discover that would bother you so much, Sebastian?"

He hesitated for a moment, his conflicting emotions reflected on his face. Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but laden with intensity. "You're more than you appear, S/n. And that worries me. Not because I fear for Ciel, but because... I fear for you."

She reached out, lightly touching his arm. "Sebastian, I'm capable of protecting myself. And I trust you to help me with that. But there's something more here, isn't there?"

He looked away, a rare display of vulnerability. "Perhaps there is. But it's not something I can easily admit."

S/n stepped closer, her eyes locked on his. "Then maybe we should start by trusting each other. There's much we still need to uncover, both about our enemies and ourselves."

He looked at her hand, feeling the warmth and strength in her touch. "You're right, S/n. Maybe it's time to let some barriers fall."

As they stood there, a new understanding began to form. The Undertaker's presence had stirred up emotions that both were trying to deny, but perhaps it was the key to understanding what they truly felt for each other.

Sebastian finally looked at her, his gaze softer. "Let's face this together, S/n. And whatever may come, we'll face it together."

She smiled, a smile that lit up the room. "Always, Sebastian."

As the two shared this moment of connection, Ciel discreetly watched from the doorway of his office. A feeling of gratitude and affection enveloped his heart as he witnessed the interaction between S/n and Sebastian. He subtly realized that S/n was not just an ally but a maternal figure in his life, a comforting and protective presence he had been missing since his mother's death.

With a slight smile on his lips, Ciel returned his attention to his duties, knowing that as long as S/n and Sebastian were by his side, he would have the strength and support he needed to face any challenge that came his way.

[granolawriting]

Could I request a platonic piece with Anakin and a teenage Padawan reader who’s having nightmares she thinks are visions? If this isn’t your style that’s ok ^^ If you do write it, plz tag my sideblog, eternalwanderlustvagabond

Oh sweetheart, this is totally my thing! I just don't see all too many people wanting it, is all. I will gladly write any kind of fic, and this one was a sweet deviation from the norm. thank you for the request <3

·˚ ༘ fears of a padawan; Anakin comfort text ·˚ ༘

word count: 1.2k!

request for @eternalwanderlustvagabond :)

Screams. That's the thing that you remember most. Alongside the clashing of blades and the thuds of bodies dropping, that's all that stays in your mind as you wake up covered in your own sweat. Heavy breaths, petrified over what you’ve just seen. 

For weeks now it seems, every so often you’ll have a dream, perhaps, of what seems to be all of your friends, family in a sense, in a battle they can't win. It haunts you. You don't even want to sleep properly anymore, anything to get away from the prospect of those visions returning. 

Visions. They have to be. Despite being only a padawan, you found yourself to be quite the well-versed one. People had a lot of faith in you, they roped you into the same category they often did Anakin-- which undoubtedly made him one of your closest confidants. Both having been picked by the council to train past the average due date, and both displayed grand abilities with the force. But he just seemed to have such a better time handing such a blessing and a curse. You were in awe of him. 

These dreams, premonitions, began to affect even the way you trained. Staying up until late into the night, and limiting your sleep to short increments that don't lull you into enough comfort to dream, doesn't do too well with days that require mental strain and physical fitness. You began falling behind in a way, and people noticed. You were stuck at a crossroads of sorts; did you relieve yourself of having to handle these visions you had, or did you rest yourself well enough to perform at the level everyone expects you to? 

Then, it’d hit you. You'd never properly talked to anyone about this, you never told anyone how you felt, keeping it locked away deep inside of you you’d rather carry your sorrow by yourself and bear the consequences of silence than speak up about it. A part of you felt as though it wasn't important enough to justify a council meeting, that your pain didn't warrant any help, and you didn't want to be a burden to anyone else in a way. Who could you even talk to about this? Surrounded by younglings who wouldn't understand, or padawans focused on their own training, and heaven forbid you spoke to the higher-ups on this matter-- when they have actual pressing matters to attend to. Some worse than your dreams. You decide to stay to yourself once more. 

The soft clacking of blunt heels echoes in an otherwise empty hall-- another unsuccessful training session under your belt, apparently. You felt dejected, and those around you grew curious about your behavior. Another night you would spend awake in your room, tossing and turning over the fears that you couldn't tell anyone about. Or, so you thought. 

A second sound of feet growing rushed in the hallway you both shared, an unfamiliar tune of what seemed to be an even unfamiliar stride draws ever close to you until you look behind you to see who could greet you at a time like this. 

“Hey, do you think we could talk for a minute?” 

It was Anakin. You had almost forgotten about him as you were so wrapped in yourself, but this question makes your heart drop. Is he here to talk about your low performance? Did your master send him? Did something really happen and you never said anything? 

“Oh, of course, what's the issue?” 

You respond in the most casual tone you can muster, just barely coated over the fear and worry lacing every syllable you speak. 

“Is, everything okay with you? I mean this genuinely. I've seen the way you’ve been training recently-- it's not like yourself. And I know you like I know myself. You are strong, and something really must be getting to you right now, I can almost see it in your eyes.” 

You stand there silenced for a moment. 

“Oh- but, please, correct me if I'm wrong. I don't mean to assume I just wanted to check on you. I care for you.” 

You feel a tear well in your eye at the sound of that. He was your friend. And as you stood there, a mouth slightly open as you tried to get the words out you felt that realization wash over you. Maybe he could do something about it, maybe he would understand what you were talking about-- maybe, he's experienced them too. 

“Anakin, I've been having visions. Visions of our masters, our friends, they were-” 

Getting choked up on your words for a moment you pause to compose yourself. Anakin looks at you with eyes full of attentiveness, not a smidge of judgment is found within his eyes focused on you, a mouth closed to allow himself to listen and even more let you compose yourself without interruption. 

“They were, in a battle that can't be won. I watched them get hurt, and fail. There was nothing I could do, it was like I was an outsider to my own future. And, I can't sleep over it. I can barely eat anakin. To be honest I'm a mess. And I just don't know what to do, I don't want my family to die.” 

A frown forms upon Anakin's face, but it's a sentimental one. Empathetic, even as he opens his arms for a hug and you with tear-ridden eyes follow his embrace. His arms folded around your back he soothes your sniffles into his robe with a thumb tracing your back, and a soothing reply;

“Oh- oh, it's okay. I know what you’re talking about, truly. It's okay to be afraid of those. You love us, and we all love you just the same. There's no reason to feel bad to be so scared of things like that, it's more than natural. But listen to me okay?” 

He raises his hands to your shoulders, as means to look directly into your eyes before what he says next; 

“You don't have to worry, okay? You and I are alike in so many ways, and I can promise you, they’re not visions. No matter how vivid they may be, the force can't do that to us. You can't see into the future, not even master yoda can, okay? So don't feel like you have to bear that kind of burden. You’re just afraid, and that's okay. I am too. Every day I walk these halls I worry I won't be good enough. And sometimes, that seeps into my dreams as well. And I feel hopeless, just as you are. But you can't let that overtake you. The only way to overcome these dreams is to overcome the feeling of not being good enough to help those you love the way they help you. And the first way to start is knowing that you help me, just as I help you too. We’re in this together okay? And we always will be.” 

His eyes are stern, but they’re coated with care. Said with a small smile on his face to comfort you, he brought you into an embrace once more. 

“You’re a wonderful person, okay? And I will always be here for you. Always."

Is said close to your ear, a comforting voice and body overwhelms you and he holds you once more, and as you allow the tears to subside the words he said to you truly resonate with you. You are more than your fears, and your insecurities. And he's reminded you of that. Those who are strong, first have to convince themselves that they are strong. And just like Anakin, you wish to be strong. And with him by your side, you’re sure you can do just that. 

[plaindangan]

I'm not entirely sure if Its the blog to ask it but eh, its danganesque enough! Oh nuuuuu, the ladies of project eden's garden are locked in a killing game, the DRAMA. Anyway something something plot, and to get out they must wear slutty costumes and show off their curves. Look I dont know what plot to put this around, basically a disguised tierlist of THICCNESS of the project eden's garden gals, like,tsumugi judging ranking and analyzing the SEX appeal of the girls (in front of them, and tsumoomoo being a total GOONER (who also takes her job very furiously, she wont hesitate to be harsh and even condescending to flatties plain er than plain!) (with each having a stat for boobies, butts, tongue length (as im told by people it matters) and body type (looking at u muscle mommy ingrid) as well as (if you feel like it) sexy costume wore)

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Bust Size

Ass Size

(Forgot Mara - she's in Big and Booty-ful)

Tongue Length

Body Type

(Not in order of favoritism, just a listings of body types so far)

Costumes

(Not in order of favoritism, just a listing of their costumes)

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"I hear someone wants moi's opinion on the new upcoming spin-off show of Team Danganronpa? Why, I'd be glad to give you a behind the scenes assessment of this nine beauties~"

Tsumugi's Report:

"Best Boobas: "C-come onnnn, this is torture!! Both Eloise and Ingrid are so damn FULL it's unreaaaaaaaaal!!! Who to choose?!! A usuall ynaked-apron having, sweaty, mega-pecs flashing, Ingrid?!! Or a walking wardrobe malfunction that can rival Cowede's in sheer TANK size?!! God it's so haaaarddddd!!....Least Toshiko is a breeze!! Sorry short-stuff, but while shortstacks are appealing, it's better to have some booba than none at all!!!"

"Best Booty: "Okay, this one was a landslide, but it's not as if the others weren't trying............it's just Eloise set the bar too darn high~ Her pudgy, clapcakes, are just, mmmmmhhhhhhhhh!!! Too damn scrumptious!!! It just blows everyone else out of the water, especially Grace - poor bunny has ZERO ass~ Honorable mention to Toshiko and Cassidy!! Toshiko really puts the STACK in shortstack and all those gaming sessions on her ass for Cass really paid off~"

"Best Tongue: Like the chameleon she's fond of, Diana's tongue is friggin' huge! You wouldn't believe me since she's so good at keeping it inside...but get her horny enough? Goddd, it's like if Genocider was a cutie-pie from the staaarrrrrtt! Also do have to give respect for those like Grace who almost cinched the win, Wenona (money can buy you quite the 'pop' sucker, huh?~) and Eva (can see why she gets away with so many lies~). Too bad this is also the category where Ingrid just lacked, admittedly. These days, regular plain-ol lickers just aren't doing enough for the audiences..."

"Body Sizes: "Feels like this is an accurate assessment over which beauty goes where. Though, personally, the network favors pushing girls that are on the muscle mommy side (like a certain ASSassin~) or kind of busty and thicc (a cow-ish pianist would know) As such, Mara, Ingrid, Diana and Eva would generally be the winners here."

"Costumes: Tsumugi's Rating Time!!! They were tasked with wearing a sexy outfit that corresponds with their animal theme!! Let's see how they did!!:"

Cassidy - "Gotta admire a good Spiderman cosplay....albeit, it would have been better if she didn't wind up buying the cheapest one around. All those rips, especially in the peach area, while it makes for good fanservice, it doesn't quite make for good cosplay. 1/5"

Diana - "Attention!! A slutty soldier enters the arena. AKA Diana with a rolled army shirt up to her boobs and a small camo green cargo shorts. But, that's not all!!! Any skin that was showing was covered in quite the impressive body paint as well~ Now that's creative! 5/5"

Eloise - "We really needed to get her a more fitting costume or suggest better stores for her to go to. The ballerina idea was a great idea, but whatever pinhead gave her that costume had it too small for her so....it was pretty much malfunction central~ 2/5"

Eva - "You might wonder how one can make a plague doctor be sexy given how much they cover up. Eva can tell you that at least~ On the surface she was dressed up in quite the thick set of coats...but that was just a feign! Once she took those off, she showed off her skin-tight, leather, bodysuit that was HUGGING her figure! Excellent misdirect!! 5/5"

Grace - "A pink bunny suit!!! Honestly, expected given the hat (if a bit on the plain side), but she really makes it work!! After all, what better than a dirty-talking Aussie woman shouting at you to throw her tips while she poles poles dances for you!! The viewers just eat those sort of things up!! 3/5!"

Ingrid - "I will forever respect Ingrid's dedication to the bit. Sure, her attire was just too darn short and exposed everything from minute one. Sure, she was a bit too rough in her movements and had top & sleeves midway through. Sure, her attempts at making ketchup art on eggs just...had her put too much force into it...but darn she tried and that's what matters!! 1/5"

Mara - "Our resident silent, but sexy girl!! She might not express it much, but I think she really loved dressing up even more than the others. Her ninja outfit had quite the incredible hip vents, that sarashi showed juuuust enough cleavage to it, and can appreciate the full-on face mask given her usual style. Also helps she brought an actual katana with her as well!! Props for her for doing her best!! 4/5"

Toshiko - "Stunning!!! She was a flamenco dancer with quite the moves to back herself up...and, well, back 'it' up as well~ Yeah, you can bet your own booty that Toshiko was shaking her's, and with her curvy hips going into overdrive, it was a performance that really highlighted that she knew her stuff. 4/5"

Wenona - "Money can't buy you happiness, but it sure as Hell can buy you a good berserker outfit. Fur capes, boots and, God that fur bikini was stunning!! It really highlight how goddamn beautiful this rich bitch was and it wasn't as if she neglecting the 'brutal' side of a berserker as well. She even got her own axe to to slice at some wood they brought in - and cut them clean in half!! Guess Wenona is just a perfectionist for these types of things~ 5/5"

"Final Rankings - the P:EG girls were judged and given points based on their placement in the categories, AKA the first two. Getting in first place nets you two points and getting in the second spot gets you 1 point! For the categories of Body Size and Costumes, judging based on how got a '4' and '5' for the latter, and for the former those who the network prefers gets a '2'."

"Now....tallying up the scores we get -!!!!"

"DIANA VENICIA!!!!"

"Congratulations!!! When it comes down to it, this girl just new had the perfect know how to blend in to this environment and be consistently in the top Networks eat cute, yet busty, girls like her for breakfast, that tongue of her's is just PERFECT for getting fantasies to go wild, and her cosplay game makes me just want to hire her for some 'less than safe for work' practices~ Ahhhhhhhh!!!~ She's bound to be a fan favorite for when Eden's Garden first chapter comes about, so all eyes stayed glued to her and her 'talents'~ Director Shirogane demands that of you!!!"

[mamichigo]

On his first visit to Alhaitham's bedroom, Cyno was surprised by the vanity in one corner of the room. It didn't quite fit with Alhaitham's preferences, its appearance clashing with the rest of the decor in the room. Despite that, it looked well used: lined with jewelry and fancy looking products. His eyes lingered there for quite awhile.

"Although I noticed the makeup on your eyes, somehow seeing the actual packages in your room threw me for a loop," he admitted after a bit, unable to contain his curiosity. "The vanity was beyond my expectations. Do you really use all of that?"

Alhaitham studied the vanity with a fond, melancholic look that Cyno couldn't understand.

"Not all at once, and certainly not everyday."

"I've… thought about using it. My job doesn't often allow indulgence, however." He traced the faint red line under Alhaitham's eye with his eyes, imagining doing it with his fingertips instead. "I can at least say I like how it looks on you."

"Are you complimenting me?" Alhaitham asked with a smirk.

"I don't believe I have to justify myself for admiring my partner's look," Cyno scoffed.

"Of course not."

Alhaitham held up a small brush and what looked like an eyeshadow palette as a peace offering.

"Do you want to try it?" He offered. "We'll start simple, that way you can just wipe it off if you don't like it or if it causes you any discomfort."

"We have the time, and the opportunity," Cyno thought to himself. He nodded. "I wouldn't mind it, if you're okay with sharing."

"There's very little I'm unwilling to lend to you."

Cyno raised his eyebrows in challenge. "Your toothbrush?"

"Hm." Alhaitham made a face, his nose scrunched up cutely. "I believe that falls into the 'very little' category."

"Good, I might have had to do something drastic otherwise."

"Would you hunt me down, dear General?" 

As if to show how little he was threatened by that prospect, Alhaitham steered him towards the chair by the vanity. He resolutely set Cyno down. He tilted his head to the side, expression as deadpan as ever, except for the slight crinkle to his eyes.

"May I?"

Cyno tipped his chin up in assent. Alhaitham took a step closer, slotting himself comfortably between Cyno's knees.

"Close your eyes," he instructed, words as soft as the summer breeze.

Despite himself, Cyno tensed. He became all too aware of his exposed throat, Alhaitham's hands hovering close to every vulnerable point of his skull. In his head, he counted to ten and inhaled. He could smell Alhaitham's cologne, the scent of old books, and the faint trace of roses coming from the makeup.

He was okay. He was safe. Cyno closed his eyes.

Alhaitham's fingers were gentle on his cheeks, and the makeup brush even moreso. Cyno realized he could easily fall asleep just like this, in his grasp.

The silence endured for quite awhile. When Alhaitham interrupted it, it was with a barely there murmur. The sort of tone he knew Cyno alone could hear well.

"You're curious about it. Not the just the makeup, or the jewelry. I could tell." A pause, as if Alhaitham was measuring his words. "I used to get into my grandmother's belongings and try on anything I liked."

"Did she mind...?"

"Not at all. She always said I did a much better job than her with the makeup. In fact, this was her favorite look." Alhaitham ran a thumb along his bottom eyelashes. "Just a little bit of black eyeshadow to the corner of the eyelids. She always jokingly admonished me for looking so 'provocative.'"

Cyno chuckled, a little incredulous. "Provocative?"

"She was convinced we'd have a line of suitors at our doorstep at that rate," Alhaitham replied, just as amused.

"I suppose it's just me, now."

Another pause. Cyno wished to see Alhaitham's expression, a sweet ache settling on his chest.

"It's just you," Alhaitham whispered.

He succumbed to his urge, eyelids fluttering open just a smidge. Like this, Alhaitham was nothing but hazy blur. But even that little glimpse sparked a fire in his stomach, the desire to kiss him on his bitten lips growing stronger. Cyno quickly closed his eyes again. 

"She sounds like a wonderful woman," he said instead.

"She is." Catching himself, Alhaitham ammended: "She was. I didn't inherit any of it, just the physical possessions. Her rings, her spare glasses… even this vanity was hers. There, I'm done with your eyes."

Alhaitham turned the chair to the mirror, and the loss of his body warmth made Cyno shiver. It was quickly soothed by the hand resting on his shoulder blades.

He couldn't pay attention to the makeup, not immediately. Cyno could tell that little story had been calculated. Answering trust with trust. He would bet Alhaitham rarely shared it with others, if he did it at all.

Cyno caught the hand by his shoulder and kissed Alhaitham's knuckles. "Thank you for telling me about her."

"I'm doing myself a favor," he huffed. There was a waver in his voice Cyno had never heard before. "I'd be in deep trouble if I didn't introduce her to my partner."

"It's my honor to get to know her."

Alhaitham leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"I know she'd agree with me when I say you look beautiful."

At that, Cyno did look in the mirror. Not just at the soft halo of black eyeshadow around his eyes, but at Alhaitham behind him. Their hands caught in each other's, the adoring look in Alhaitham's eyes, and even the smile on his own lips. Being in love suited them, he thought with some surprise.

Seeing it reflected so clearly in the vanity's mirror, Cyno hoped it meant she, too, would agree with the sentiment.

[generalluxun]

So, I now we've discussed the Marinette Butterfly user Villain AU a bit and I wanted to share some musings I thought you'd find interesting.

I mentioned in talking I sort of had two distinct themes/ideas in mind that don't really fit together but that both are interesting to me.

So the basic set up is the same in both versions, something bad happens to Marinette's family over the school break. So she's got enough isolation from that when she's gifted a pendant as a comfort present, no one is present enough to notice her shenanigans.

She & her family are good people and they didn't deserve this (True) he resolves to access the power "Greater than Death" to right this wrong, & starts by sending out butterflies to locate the Miraculous.

With the broad empathy of the pendant & the more direct line via the butterflies, her perception of people becomes deeply bitter. People are becoming as miserable and angry as she is over the most minor of things! Leading to an increasing alienation from other people that makes her fall to villainy after a disastrous (Through butterfly) conversation with a transformed Fu.

This leads to "Dark Wings Rise."

Anyway the two variants I envisioned are as follows:

1: A deconstructive theme on the nature of "Good social skills VS bad social skills.

By which I mean, Marinette canonically is quite deft socially when not flabbergasted by her crush or super stressed. She offers genuine aid to those around her and gifts gives freely. This leads her to being very well liked.

In contrast, Chloe has terrible social skills in most casual scenarios she's exposed too and is actively disliked. & Lila, while well liked is only that way through using "Bad" skills, such as lying, rather than genuine one's.

The contrast would be in them, despite falling into the traditionally 'bad' category being her opposition. While Marinette uses her influence in the class to target them cos good skills can still be used for bad things.

In this context I imagine her Catalyst would be Sabrina. Whom she whisked away from Chloe and whose drive to be useful to others made her very easy to convert into an Akuma that existed to empower Marinette.

Lila's response to the class would basically be, "Is this a cult? Am I being educated in a cult class?" While Chloe's is more just "Everyone hated me anyway, & I don't trust anyone any-how bring it!"

The biggest hurdles would be Marinette's social skills not taking a dive with her head space. That she'd need to be transformed to use Nooroo's empathy power. & the fact she's not naturally that kind of schemer anyway.

2: A Good Victim Becomes a Bad Victim, VS a Bad Victim

Messily put, but fairly straightforward. A big issue many have with the show, and that can be analyzed inside it, even in the earlier seasons. Is how "Bad victims" who act out of hurt, ignorance or malice brought out in them don't usually get the same kind of empathy as the "Good victims". IE, the people whose trauma doesn't manifest in ways that are inconvenient or unpleasant or messy.

Let alone the perception of needing to earn people's assistance by improving before you get support, even when one is a child with no support networks, minimal guidance and struggle even identifying the problem. Yeah sure that may make it easier for people to help them but that's like asking someone with PTSD to stop having panic attacks before they get therapist for their panic attacks.

In this case, Marinette's not a character who canonically can easily grasp the "Bad victim" experience, or more subtle coercions. As a result, even when in a position like Ladybug she sometimes fumbles some major points or misses red flags Chloe & Gabriel/Audrey respectively.

So thematically she's unaware of it but her decline into villainy also involves her becoming a "Bad victim". One who chases away people trying to comfort her, if perhaps less overtly than Chloe, as her pity well taps out because "being embarrassed over a crush isn't as bad as what I went through but you feel as bad, how dare you!"

Meanwhile Chloe, largely due to circumstances is put in a somewhat better situation, be it a team, or via access to the Kwami or even just the admittedly clumsy efforts of Fu to stop her from getting killed by Akuma every few days.

The point is she's getting the help first and improving her standing in class and her mental health because of it. A fact which boggles Marinette who can't see how, or why, this is happening and perceives it as another injustice.

Her Catalyst would be Lila who sees the skilled seamstress has become socially isolated by her own hand. Her casual use of Akuma & efforts to see if Marinette can be a useful 'friend' lead her to becoming an accomplice. One who likely realizes too late just how out of hand this all is.

I think he big struggle with this idea would be how things got 'that bad' and 'that isolating' for Marinette. At least without making either her social network look shitty, or her own inclinations being naturally towards villainy regardless.

Conclusion:

I think over all the second version feels more coherent. Good social skills can be used for bad is more like an episode theme than a series theme. Plus as said it requires more explanations for how things go the way they do than the other.

Especially if Lila's less "Machiavellian villain" and more, "Oh she makes good outfits & has no friends, I can fix that & get free clothes! Oh she has magic powers, I want magic powers, I-... I think I am in over my head here... Double down double down!"

Notes:

Though it could also easily be linked with some other ideas I had recently. Like that more expanded villain cast from the regular AU.

IE, Sorcerers seeking the Miraculous, temple monk survivor after Fu, the Tsurugi's being anti villains/antagonists but not villains. Lila actually being Volpina, ETC.

Let alone the recent "Butterfly can do everything Peacock does with creative thinking" idea. Tough in that case explaining where Adrien came from may be hard without more of an overt AU...

Unless, the story starts into the school year, and Adrien, having befriended Marinette early on gives her his mothers pendant perhaps? Could still have Gabriel causing his own kind of trouble too... Hmm...

I muse, even as I know I likely lack the time to write this ><

Anyway I hope it was interesting!

I like the analysis. Second scenario definitely feels more viable. Drop senti-Adrien and the blending of the Butterfly/peacock doesn't matter. I would *not* bring sorcery/other stuff in. You already have a *lot* going on. You are past the point of adding complexity.

[itslouisan]

Headcannons: Urahara Kisuke

Heyo tumblr, for anyone that knows me it's no surprise I love this dork and have a slight bleach hyperfocus (not slight at all, thanks Philza for getting me onto it). And Urahara is probably my favorite character, not only in bleach, but in fiction, I do have a sort of list of characters I love in general and he is on number 6 in a list of 262 characters. So needless to say I got A LOT of hc of him.

Note: yes you can count some of them for C!Philza, bc I'm silly and Phil def got some inspiration writing wise.

Also thanks to @saranel (which is one of my fav blogs bleach wise even though it has no updates in AGES) since she inspires a lot of my headcannons and analysis for Kisuke.

Without further delay, let's get into it.

These headcannons are a bit all over the place but I talk a lot about science related stuff (but I do plan on making a separate post ONLY about scientist Kisuke, more specifically MAD scientist Kisuke) it's a bit of everything so enjoy

• First of all, Kisuke is a person with trust issues, this is obvious considering how he acts towards others during the series, but even more so when you notice we've never been shown his lab, room or any interiors that he spends a lot of time on aside from the shop, which makes me think he never lets ANYONE inside. The only exception being Yoruichi, Tessai, Ururu and Jinta. After all, they are the closest thing he has of family (a found family if you will), and spaces such as his room and lab are too personal, a place where he put his soul and time onto, not only to feel comfortable but bc is where he can hide from the outside and focus on his projects and curiosity without worrying about others or being too vulnerable.

• His lab is quite neat normally, but, when he gets IN THE ZONE. He definitely has a messy lab, coffee cups, snacks (if he even cares about eating), papers, components, materials, and everything scattered, probably has a futon laid on the floor (which Kisuke didn't want to place, it was Tessai worried for his friend's health since HE WAS SLEEPING UNDERNEATH THE TABLE OR IN THE CHAIR FOR *DAYS OR EVEN WEEKS*) which has some plushie and pillows and a single blanket, prob has a ton of books in the tables too and in general a messy place that only makes to him

• Kisuke IS a clingy sleeper, Yoruichi can't escape when they are together sharing the same bed since he clings onto her like a pale octopus, or a claw arcade machine and with a bear tight grip. So he def owns a couple of plushies or soft pillows for hugging when he can't have her near this way he doesn't feel alone

• Kisuke definitely spends some time searching about random science facts, experiments and so on, I like to think while he is smart, he is more smart towards technology,human mind wise and battle wise science fields, so he tends to search more about those specific topics in depth, being a poison master.

• Due to his passion for science, he started collecting books, rare documents and archives, rare samples of experiments, things like specific components still in development and so on, and keeps it all in a secret place in his lab

• Sexuality and gender wise, I view Kisuke as either bi or pan, he definitely experimented a bit of everything and that included different gendered partners and he found out he likes it, so yeah. Gender wise, Urahara in at least japanese uses non-binary but also female speech, which made me think perhaps he would be interested in crossdressing but also that he falls into the category of a man who doesn't care or want to fit the male stereotypes and expectations, plus probably wouldn't care THAT much for gender, so you can say either he is a cis man that only vibes with feminine stuff, or he is agender (which I like a lot), hell you can go as far to say he could even be genderfluid.

But in a resume so I don't make a whole ass post about this: pan or bi, agender or just feminine man.

• Video game nerd, BUT MORE IMPORTANT, A NINTENDO STAN. I view that his favorite Nintendo franchises would be Zelda and Mario, hell maybe he would even cosplay Link

• he totally went NUTS when Minecraft was released (considering bleach takes place in 2002 in the beginning so...yep) and def loves to play Minecraft (cof cof Philza) in his free time, would make a server for everyone to join, be a redstone nerd and only play in hardcore or in super modded servers.

• He would absolutely LOVE to make complex farms that break EVERY SINGLE LIMIT in the game scripts, plus make builds that take AGES to make and call it simple, plus he'd love the game since it's a great way to teach the kids stuff and practice everyone's creativity while hanging around in a fun way

• Would get famous in Karakura due to being a REALLY good player in any types of videogames, but then would brush it off as "just a hobby" to make kids feel better and keep trying to improve (while maybe selling merch in the shop to improve in the games.)

• When he came to the human world, he became CRAZY for coffee, he likes it pure black, no sugar, sometimes adds cream but that's it

• Loves to watch announcements of new technologies and discuss how he could improve them, or how he is impressed by how far they are coming, plus he loves 64 and 32 bits but was MARVELED at the first 3D he saw like a Nintendo 64 type or 3D and couldn't stop talking about "how realistic" it was getting and how he is excited for the future of technology

• He isn't a programmer, but I think he has knowledge of how to code stuff, I could imagine if he needed to expand his store or be away for too long or be needed in 2 different places, I can imagine Kisuke coding an 64 bits version of himself to welcome people to the store, kinda like a recording or prototype ai to talk with people about certain things while he is away and it would be a lot of different screens with different dialog and functions

• Loves to paint his nails and would make the craziest designs and show it off to everyone, but his to go nails are either:

A- plain black

B- green and white nails matching his hat

• I'm 100% convinced he owns multiple pairs of the same clothing. I'm talking like straight up 50 hats, same samue, same pants, same geta, SAME EVERYTHING. AND HE WILL POUT AND GET MAD IF FORCED TO CHANGE.

• autism codded. That's all I'm saying

• Probably a fan of metal music, baby metal too, hell he'd be CRAZY about vocaloid and his favorite would be Miku, Vflower and Len (perhaps kaito too)

• He is a big fan of going to temples to talk about the history of the place, how religion shaped the culture in Japan, why each temple is special, and despite being an atheist (and proud of it) he prob bought one or two fans from their gift shops because he finds them extra pretty and detailed

Well that's probably it for today, you can ask me anything about Urahara or bleach characters in general and I'll go bonkers with it and answer in the most complex way possible, so yeah, see ya chat