#so it’s fine<3

[lcs-library]

Safeshiptember Day 7: Fantasy AU/Modern AU

Taglist: @dango-daydreams

Lu wiped a bead of sweat from her brow as she sat up, admiring the polished floor of the ballroom.

It was an average day for her, meaning she’d simply tidy up her parts of the castle, possibly have the soon-to-be king’s retainer bother her, and help the other servants with their tasks. Certainly not the most exciting thing, but it was satisfying and paid well, so who was she to complain?(Plus there was a bonus of a cute ruler, but she could never truly admit to that.)

She picked up her bucket, turning around to go to the next area of the palace, only to be met with a grumpy retainer in her face.

“Woah! Masumi, don’t scare me like that!”

“Didn’t mean to,” he deadpanned, sighing.

“Well? What do you want?” she asked, promptly dodging him to get to where she needed to go.

“Prince Sakuya needs you,” he said, following her down the hallway.

“He can have any other handmaiden, and besides, isn’t that your job?”

“He asked for you.”

“No he didn’t.”

Masumi took in a breath, deciding that it wouldn’t be best to argue with her.

“Okay, so he didn’t.”

“Thank you.”

“But I can’t find him.”

“Did you even try?”

“Not really.”

“Masumi, that’s your job!”

“He wants you more.”

“Well, he can have any other handmaiden in the castle, he doesn’t need me!” Lu exclaimed, hoping she could pass the red on her cheeks off as anger.

“He said he wants you.”

“Didn’t you just say you couldn’t find him?”

“Yeah, but he’s been talking about you nonstop.”

“He should know my skills are about the same as any other servant here,” Lu replied with a sigh.

“Just go. I’m done looking.”

“Masumi-“ she couldn’t get another word out, wailing as Masumi pushed her aside to casually amble towards the kitchen, once more abandoning his duties.

Sure, he was never the delinquent type, but the amount of times he pushed his work regarding Sakuya onto her was starting to get ridiculous. He never did this until about a few months ago, but why? Lu could only groan as she wiped the spilled contents of the bucket from her already messy frock, setting the supplies down to go look for the prince in his stead.

Her shoulders slumped over as she checked every room in the corridor, even if she already had her suspicions as to where he was.

Not in the parlor, nor in the music room, but surely, she found him in the library.

He looked almost angelic as she peeked in, his red hair sparkling in the light as he paced around the room, going over another monologue, even if he knew full well nobody would be in the audience. That was, aside from one person.

Lu. She’d often find him there, reciting pieces to himself when he was done with his daily lessons. It was why she’d always make sure to clean this area of the palace last, just to hear him improve each day, to hear the wonderful stories he wished to tell.

She sat for a moment, waiting until he finished his performance, before gently pushing open the large door, making the prince jump.

“Your majesty!”

Sakuya nearly shot out of his skin, dropping the script he was holding.

“Oh, it’s just you, Lucille. What brings you of all people here?” He asked, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Your retainer is failing at his job again.”

Sakuya had to laugh, kneeling to pick up the dropped book.

“It’s not like I need one, anyway. I’m eighteen now.”

“And your coronation is in a week.”

Sakuya’s expression fell.

“Right,” he said, defeated.

He glanced down at the script before going to place it back on the shelf. Of course, a king could never do these sorts of silly things.

Lu’s gaze followed his hand, silently wishing he wouldn’t put that passion away the same way he put away those “childish” desires. She hesitated for a moment.

“Masumi said you wanted me,” she finally murmured.

“Hm?”

“Masumi. He said you wanted me to come for you.”

“I never said that!” Sakuya exclaimed, his eyes widening a bit in shock.

“But do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you, erm, well, is there a reason you ask for me so often when Masumi’s not available?” She asked quietly, fiddling with her hands as she stared down at them.

“Well, you’re dependable and kind! Plus I think you’re pretty sweet, too, unlike some people here,” he stated as if it were fact, taking a seat on a couch near the fireplace as Lu approached him.

“Thank you,” she replied, making sure to bow slightly.

They fell quiet, leaving a silence behind them that hung thick in the air for far too long.

“The king and queen died fourteen years ago, right?” Sakuya’s entire demeanor changed, looking almost meek for a moment.

“What’s this coming from?”

“I need to stop.”

“Stop what?” Lu asked, feigning ignorance.

“This! Running away, pretending to be someone else! I need to own up to it, rule the kingdom with a smile, you know?”

“But you can still act, right?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he hesitated, letting the words sink in, “how did you know I was talking about acting?”

Lu gulped, somehow avoiding eye contact even more than she already was.

“Well, um, I sorta watch you perform sometimes? I can hear it when I’m cleaning. It’s really good.”

“You think I’m good? Even without any true experience?”

“Yeah! I always get so engrossed in your world that I forget to work sometimes!”

“So you’ve seen me perform…that monologue?”

“The one you do over and over again?”

“From Romeo and Juliet. The balcony scene.”

“Of course I have. Why do you ask?”

“I wish for that.”

“To forsake thy house and thy name?”

“And run free. You know how they treat me,” he groaned, finally forcing eye contact.

“I do.”

“I wish it was us.”

“Us?”

“Us.”

Lu stood for a moment, staring blankly into space as the words processed.

“Us…”

“Lucille, I love you.”

Lu was stunned, backing away from him for a moment.

“Like any other servant?”

“No, not like that.”

“Like a sibling?”

“No.”

“A friend?”

“Lucille,” Sakuya said stubbornly.

“Call me Lu.”

“Lu. You love me too, right?”

“…yes.”

Sakuya stood from the couch, kneeling to take both of Lu’s hands in his.

“Then, let’s run away together. Just the two of us.”

“What?”

“Look, I know it sounds crazy, but I know you’re crazy too, so, come. We can be traveling performers. Just you and I, we can live out our dreams.”

“Are you kidding? I can’t risk that, and neither can you! Coronation, remember?”

“And? You know I’ve got tons of relatives, they can fight for it!”

“Your majesty-!“ Lu exclaimed.

“Call me Sakuya.”

“Well, Sakuya-“

“Please.”

He gripped her hands tighter, staring into her eyes earnestly while his own seemed to glow with anticipation and fear. And yet Lu didn’t feel pressured. A genuine plea for escape, for freedom from the hurt, and not just by playing house or pretending to be a different character in the wee hours of the morning, sobbing as the words came out all jumbled. A plea from a heart of gold and a shining soul.

Lu couldn’t refuse, she didn’t want to see her lord and love in pain any longer.

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Sakuya.”

“Yes, Sakuya. I’ll come with you.”

His eyes lit up, a gentle smile gracing his features.

“Thank you,” he said, ever so lightly kissing her knuckles, “we’ll leave at midnight. Be sure you’re ready.”

“I will, I promise.”

“Good. You should probably go, huh? Don’t want to worry anybody. I’ll tell Masumi everything. I know he’ll support us, and maybe even join in!”

“Alright,” Lu agreed, letting go of the prince’s hands, no matter how much she didn’t want to. “I’ll see you later, then.”

“Goodbye. Until we meet again,” he replied, bowing as his smile became ever wider.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[miss-jaye]

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

[lazylittledragon]

domesticating your vampire: a memoir

(beautiful high res version on patre0n)

[glitchedcosmos]

Yeah he’s fine.

[sanzundertale]

babygirl i will invent stages of grief you have never seen before

[milexa2000]

Me waiting for more Wolverine fanfics to come after watching DP3 like:

[t4t4t]

Hi !

I got bottom surgery on July 25th :3

I'm recovering well but I'll be on bedrest for a while. Collie and I will need rent help for September/food/gas/utilities/etc. Two disabled trans women. Anything helps ! Thank yall so much for all you've helped so far, it's saved my life ❤️

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[mag200]

forever will be so funny to me that buffy introduces their whole lore of vampires as literally soulless, unable to feel genuine human emotions, "a demon sets up shop in your body and it looks like you and it has your memories but it's not you", and then they introduce spike and drusilla and its like. well clearly all that wasn't fucking true.

[hilacopter]

conflating diaspora jews with the actions of the israeli government is not okay, yes, but have you considered it's not okay to conflate israeli jews with them either

[shepscapades]

Your highness… I don’t feel so good

[inkskinned]

so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[starhunter21]

I didn’t choose having a crush on Hugh Jackman, having a crush on Hugh Jackman chose me.

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

a couple scribbles i cleaned up. also i think i like drawing him in varying states of distress

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...