#this is a hypothetical i have never been asked my personality type

[notthesoup]

got a few ideas for your writers block

stoner vi and what she’s like when she’s high

athlete vi au and her reaction to you going to her games

what vi is like when she has a crush on reader like a massive one

PAIRING vi x fem!reader

TYPE headcanons

GENRE fluff

SYNOPSIS what vi is like when she has a major crush on reader (friends to lovers)

NOTES i will complete the other two prompts on a seperate post. not beta read!

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She loves the way you laugh, and though she may not admit it in the early stages of tour friendship, she’ll often do things to try to make you laugh.

In group settings she is often seen by your side. You both are inseparable in times of happiness, preferring to share it with one another.

Vi is a big listener, and loves to hear you talk. Though, sometimes she finds her mind adrift as she gazes at your face as you speak animatedly about a subject. In these moments, her mind is blank, but there is an overwhelming feeling of affection and appreciation towards you.

When she focuses back on the conversation after you’ve asked her a direct question, she quickly flounders. She thinks that her excuse as to why she wasn’t listening is enough to tide you over, but there’s a certain glint in your eyes when you contemplate why she started spluttering. Your fixed stare at her is almost enough to make this cycle repeat again.

Vi is a very physical person, always having a hand on your shoulder or arm, holding your hand in hers, or absentmindedly playing with your fingers.

She sometimes feels guilty/anxious about this physical aspect of herself though; throughout her life, fighting has been at the forefront of her mind, so to finally be at peace is a strange headspace to be in. Sometimes you’ll walk too quietly or turn a corner to quickly and she flinches, her fists clenched in instilled preparation. It’ll take a while, but she eventually unlearns these habits and exists in a more serene state, where she doesn’t have to be constantly vigilant.

Vi loves that she’s able to talk about stupid shit with you; what qualifies as a soup, what a hypothetical second winter would look like, whether cherry tomatoes are inherently evil, etc. The both of you could discuss for hours without tiring, even though you’d eventually talk in circles. It’s never a dull moment with you.

Vi’s love language is acts of service. She realizes her feelings towards you are more than just a crush when you surprise her with something seemingly small, be it a cute note or an offer to help her with errands.

Although she has a reputation of being a smug cocky bastard (affectionate), it’s mostly a bluff. When it comes down to it, she’s a very gentle and careful lover. After realizing the extent of her feelings towards you, she tries gauging your reaction by “subtly” being more affectionate.

In the end though, it’s actually you who initiates the romance between you two. Months down the line, she’ll ask you how you knew she liked you. You’ll then laugh, a very boisterous and happy sound, and she’ll store that memory with her like a picture in a wallet.

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[not-maggie]

Hypothetically, Of Course

A/N: umm, so hi! this is my first ever fic I've written but I do read a lot lmao. I was using a c.ai bot and it inspired me to write this because it was really cute! <3 this is lowkey a self ship bc I'm tired of seeing Y/N's who don't have a personality and are shy. nothing wrong with being shy ofc <3 just not who I am and I needed some self indulging. Anyway, enjoy! any criticism/comments are greatly appreciated!! (GIF not mine<3)

It was a cool afternoon in Stars Hallow, the dead leaves falling to the ground as the breeze shook them from branches. The bell above the door rings out as Y/N enters Luke's Diner, catching the attention of a certain brunette behind the counter.

Jess feels his heart stutter as she enters, silently cursing himself for having such a reaction. He throws on his signature smirk as she approaches the counter, "Hey, the usual?"

Y/N nods with a soft laugh, "I come here too often if you know it by now." She takes a seat on one of the stool as Jess begins preparing her order. "So, anything interesting happen today?" she asks, making conversation.

"Oh, y'know, annoying customers, Luke yelling at me for not working, the usual." Jess hums, turning his head to look over his shoulder at her. "What about you?"

Y/N lets out a scoff as she responds, "Y'know Brad, the quarterback on the football team? Total douche, anyway, had the audacity to ask me out, while I was in the middle of studying in the library. And, on top of that, got mad when I rejected him. Said something about winning a bet, total bullshit." She rolls her eyes, leaning against the counter.

Jess feels his blood boil, a bet? A bet to ask 𝘺𝘰𝘶 out? He takes a moment to collect himself before turning around and responding, placing her coffee down in front of her, "Wow, total dick move. A bet? What kind of bet? If he could get in your pants?"

Y/N rolls her eyes, "Don't know, and honestly, don't really care. I get the satisfaction of knowing he didn't win, whatever it was. Like I would ever go out with him," she scoffs.

Jess leans his arms against the counter, "Not your type?" His tone is teasing, his usual snark coming out, but there's a hint of genuine curiosity.

Y/N lets out a snort of amusement, "No, I would never go for a football player, or really any athlete. Anyone who doesn't know Austen is not worth it."

Jess raises an eyebrow, "Got high standards," he teases. "So, what, is, your type?" He asks, his head resting on his palm in a casual manner.

Y/N lets out a hum as she thinks, planning her answer. "Well, looks don't really matter that much. More into personality, someone who can keep up with my sarcasm. Funny, making me laugh is really important, and there's no way I can be funnier than my partner, that's a sad life. Well-read, I'm talking more than just Dr. Seuss and the Outsiders. Someone...spontaneous, impulsive, acts before thinking; adds fun to life. And, someone who isn't afraid to show me off, not saying we have to make out in town square, but hand holding, stolen kisses, stuff like that."

Jess's heart flutters as he hears her words, that's him. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. "So," he tries to maintain his casual, aloof appearance, "You got a guy in mind? That all seems pretty specific."

Y/N smirks at his words, "Maybe, it's kind of hard to find someone like that in this small town. You either get guys like Brad, high school has-been's, or Dean Forester. Perfect Dean Forester, although I guess technically he did move here from Chicago. But he has the 'Small Town Boy' act down."

Jess chuckles softly at her words, she was right, Dean did have that Small Town act perfected down to a science. "So, if there we're to be a guy, who matched this description, would he have shot with you, hypothetically of course."

Y/N grins, picking up what Jess was hinting at. "I'd say, hypothetically, if this guy we're to ask me out, or confess his undying love for me, I wouldn't shoot him down."

Jess straightens out, hip pushed against the counter as he leans in a bit. "So if this guy were to, hypothetically, say that he likes you and have for a while, you'd go out with him?"

"Yes, I would, but only if he told me directly." Y/N challenges Jess, knowing that he isn't big on sharing his feelings.

Jess stands up straight behind the counter as he meets Y/N's gaze, he takes a moment before talking. "I like you, have for a while." He runs a hand through his messy hair, "In fact, you drive me crazy. There isn't a moment when your'e not invading my brain, very distracting."

Y/N's smile grows as she hears him talk, "Well, I like you too. Just, don't start charging me rent for living in your head." She pokes his forehead as she teases him.

Jess laughs, 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴, at her words. "I'll let you live rent-free on one condition, be mine? God, that sounds gross and sappy." He groans at his words and how cliche he sounds.

Y/N let out a laugh, "Yes, I'll be yours." She smiles, "Bad boy Jess has gone soft."

Jess rolls his eyes but a smile tugs at his lips, "Shut up, I'm not soft....Okay maybe, but only for you and around you. And if you tell anyone..." He doesn't finish the threat, but they both know there isn't any actual heat behind it.

"Yeah, yeah." Y/N rolls her eyes, "Your secret is safe with me." She crosses her heart with a smile.

"Good," Jess hums with a small smile. "So, your mine now, huh?" He grabs her hand from across the counter, thumb rubbing across the back of her hand as their fingers interlock.

"Yeah," Y/N smiles softly, squeezing his hand. "All yours"

Jess's smile widens at her words, "That's right, all mine" He brings her hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "Mine to protect," he locks eyes with Y/N. "Mine to love, mine to cherish..." He leans in further over the counter, "Mine to hold, mine to care for..." His eyes sweep over her face, taking in every detail and memorizing them. "Mine to spoil," he reaches his free hand to cup her cheek, thumb running across her skin. "Mine to be with...and mine to love, forever." He closes the distance between the two, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tender kiss, expressing unspoken thoughts and emotions.

As he kisses her, he feels a sense of peace wash over him. He feels complete, whole. He's never been good at expressing his feelings, but right now, he knows deep in his heart that he means ever word he said.

He loves Y/N.

And he's never letting her go.

"That's the sappiest thing you've ever said."

[themainreactor]

"You are the most persistent person that I've ever met in my life."

In which, Megumi's sure he could never rival your bravery. You had the audacity to ask if he'd go on a date with you almost the exact moment the two of you met. By some luck, he finally agreed after he got stuck with you and his classmates in a mall and now he's not sure what to do with himself. He better not have fallen for a random ditzy girl.

"What?"

"Can you take me out?"

"..."

"..."

"Like... Take you out... With a gun?" Megumi squinted at the girl, deciding to play stupid to spare his mental stability.

He has not yet been able to decide if he's being tricked or tested in the thirty seconds he's been around you and your antics.

You were just a random girl carrying a volleyball in one hand and a drink in another. He had bumped into you and apologized but now you were just standing here and flirting with him as if you had nowhere to be. Heck, maybe you didn't have anywhere to be.

You had the straightest face too so he really wasn't sure if you meant that you wanted him to kill you or not. He was feeling like he shouldn't indulge you but he was going to let you anyway.

"You’re funny, but the answers no. I meant take me out on a date." You chuckle, an unbothered smile gracing your face.

It was a nice smile but it threw Megumi off. He had always seen confessions with people all red-faced and shy so this wasn't what he was expecting. You didn't seem at all embarrassed by your request for a companion on a date.

"... You... I don't even know your name." Megumi hesitantly replied.

"Y/N L/N, that's my name."

A small tick mark formed right under his eye as if he was frustrated with your presence. In reality he was just about to have his brain seize up if you didn't stop doing whatever it was you were trying to do. You just seemed so unbothered by your confession to liking him, a stranger, that it was messing up his composure.

How the heck does one react to someone they just accidentally bumped into asking them for a date? Who even were you? He was in a damn subway station with you so what were you trying to get into?

"... So... Would you take me on a date? Or would you rather I take you on one? Both seem like pretty good options." You joked, tilting your head to the side when Megumi avoids your gaze.

"... I-I don't get it, what... Why would you even want to date me? We just met." Megumi stuttered.

He was feeling an impending headache from all these direct questions and answers. In no way was Megumi hesitant about being rude and turning people down but there was something different about you and it was frustrating him. For some reason he didn't want to hurt your feelings even though there was no way he'd say yes.

At least you were pretty calm about your request, like you understood that it wasn't an appropriate question for the situation and you wouldn't be unhappy if he had said no.

"... Well... Huh, how do I explain this... I don't really have a good answer." You mumble quietly to yourself, tossing your volleyball up in the air before catching it again. "Hypothetically speaking, would me saying to you that I find you attractive not be a good enough response?"

"... Well... It's certainly a response." Megumi grumbled under his breath, looking away so that you wouldn't see his blush.

Megumi wasn't sure if he was dreaming or if he was sick because this was legitimately crazy. What type of courage did you have that you could just stand there without any shame as you told him that you thought he was good looking?

"... Not a good one I assume?" You asked.

"Not really." Megumi replied, just listening to that awkward silence between you and him.

"... So would you take me out on a date?"

Was this girl serious?

"I mean... I just met you."

"... Yep... So would you?"

"... Maybe... If we meet again."

"Well... That sounds like a plan." You playfully reply, finally blushing a bit before taking a sip of your drink.

Maybe wanting to see you blush was a bad idea. He wanted to see it just to make sure you were human but now it was making him blush. How annoying.

"You don't really seem disappointed." Megumi finally commented, trying not to make any type of expression as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head.

"Well I know it's a weird question to ask someone you just met and I can't force you to take me out on a date." You laugh, barely paying attention to the shuttle that just arrived.

"Why did you want to talk to me anyway?"

"I just thought you were a really romantic looking kind of person and I should talk to you. I figured you'd say no anyway."

"Sure." He huffed out, feeling warmth engulf his face again. He was no doubt flustered again, probably beet red and it made him feel more embarrassed.

"Well is it okay if you tell me your name?" You ask, not wanting to keep him up any further since he was probably one of the people getting on the shuttle.

Megumi briefly looked at you, he was so confused about what was happening and for some reason he didn't actually want to leave yet.

"It's Fushiguro." Megumi mumbled before following everyone else onto the train.

"No full name?" You inquired, teasing him just a bit even though you weren't sure you'd even see this guy again. All you know is that you liked this guy a lot and wanted to talk.

Megumi almost groaned at the question. You were definitely persistent when it came to what you wanted, that was something he could respect at least.

"Megumi... Megumi Fushiguro."

"That's a pretty name, alright I won't hold you up any longer. Bye handsome." You waved, watching as he turned around entirely and walked into the shuttle without waving back at you. You embarrassed him to no end.

You sighed before walking out of the subway station, waiting right up front of the stairs where your friend had asked up to meet with you.

You figured that Megumi Fushiguro thought you were crazy but you didn't mind one bit. If you ever did see him again, you'd definitely try to shoot your shot a second time since he seemed so down to earth and cool.

...

"Fushiguro right?"

"Yeah, that's my name." He tiredly sighed.

"Can I call you Megumi?"

Megumi looked at you, another tick mark forming on his forehead. Naturally he would say no but the way you asked with your gentle tone and kind smile was making him cave. Great, this was humiliating.

"Uh... Sure I guess."

"Well... This is kind of like a date, no?" You almost laughed, trying not to bother the frustrated looking boy anymore than you already had.

It had been about two weeks give or take since you first met each other at the subway station. Now he had accidentally bumped into you yet again, almost dropping his coffee before he turned around to apologize and he recognized you.

Then he actually dropped his coffee.

Thankfully you offered to buy him another one and even though he didn't want to give in to you, he agreed… Since he still wanted some coffee. So now you were just a happy girl walking with Fushiguro to wherever he was going. You had bought him a coffee and had gotten yourself a small box of cake to eat for later.

"Uh... This isn't a date." Megumi corrected, not wanting to think that you had gotten what you wanted.

"Are you sure? This seems like it would be a pretty nice romantic walk don't you think?"

"Yeah I'm sure." Megumi sighed, looking at literally anything and everything but you. Why would you say romantic? It had him almost choking on his coffee.

"... Well how about we're just hanging out then?" You smiled at him, getting just a bit closer as you walked next to him.

Megumi sipped his coffee a bit before looking at you, feeling conflicted about it. It's not like he liked you or anything, cause he definitely didn't that was for sure...

He didn't even want to hang out, he was an antisocial person and he shouldn't indulge you anymore.

I mean c'mon, he knew the whole love at first sight thing wasn't real and he still barely knew anything about you. Though love at first sight seemed like you, as if you were some delusional hopeless romantic.

He could afford to indulge you a bit more... Right?

Just a little bit more.

"Sure this can just be a hang out." He finally replied, gaining one of the most precious smiles from anyone he's ever seen.

"That's good, then maybe I can get you to date me after."

"That's not going to happen."

"Why not? We know each other a little bit better now I think."

"Yeah? I still barely know you." Megumi smiled a bit, trying not to be too open with her even though he found her... Almost fun to be around.

"Yep, you drink black coffee and I like cake-"

"Most people like cake-"

"And barely anyone likes black coffee, that's something unique about you."

"But liking cake isn't unique."

"Jeez, you're missing the point." You huffed, feeling frustrated until you heard a small chuckle come from him.

"Well I think that's fine because I'm making my own point," Megumi replied, fully unbothered by your frustrated expression. "we're still technically strangers. At best we'd be acquaintances."

"Can't you tell me a bit about yourself if that's what you think?"

"Absolutely not." Megumi mumbled before taking another drink out of his coffee.

"Well can I talk a little bit about myself?" You ask, yawning a bit.

"Knock yourself out-"

"Cool, I just switched schools and I play volleyball there. At my other school I just used to be one of those people in the suits, like those big fluffy animal mascots? Yep, that was me and then I recently got a job at this skating rink-"

You just kept rambling as you followed him and honestly, Megumi wasn't expecting you to just dive into a topic about yourself so quickly.

As annoying as hearing you talk about yourself first sounded to him, he found himself listening as if he was enamoured in your life story, though it was all over the place and you jumped from one topic to the next.

Then of course there had to be this annoying, frustrating, mind consuming, grating voice that made Megumi want to find some painkillers.

"Megumi!"

"Oh, who's that?" You asked, tilting your head to look back at the white haired man with the black blindfold. Why was he wearing a blindfold?

"... That's my teacher." Megumi groaned, turning around to face the man.

"Hey! Who's your friend?" Gojo smiled at you, gaining a small smile back and a bow of her head.

"This is L/N-"

"Don't call me that, you can just call me Y/N since I'm calling you Megumi." You interrupted, getting Gojo to raise an eyebrow.

"... Okay." Megumi blushed, turning his gaze to the concrete instead of you.

"It's nice to meet you sir." You greet Gojo as he gives you a thumbs up.

"Nice to meet you too little lady, my names Gojo."

"Right... What were we even talking about again?" You turned to Megumi, watching as he continued to sip on his cup of coffee

"Someone name Yoko."

"Oh right! Then there's Yoko, he hates me for the most part so I don't mess with him even though I have to see him for advanced math almost everyday and then there's my teacher named Mr. Touya-"

Gojo's smile brightened ever so slightly, watching as this girl just kept talking about random stuff that most people wouldn't really care about. He then looked at Megumi, watching as he payed attention to you and Gojo already knew something he probably shouldn't.

He grinned before playfully elbowing Megumi, Megumi just grunted and smacked his elbow away but that didn't stop him from listening to your crazy life story.

"So unfortunately we lost that competition but at the same time I didn't expect much from it when I don't know how to dance all that well anyway and then my mom helped with- Oh my gosh you wanna know something?!"

Gojo internally laughed at how cute you were and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop any noise from coming out. Megumi jumped, almost dropping his cup again from your sudden yelling. You scared him for no reason.

"What!? What happened to your mother!?" Megumi frantically asked.

"Huh?"

"...Huh!?" Megumi yelled, his eye twitched a bit. You were talking about your mom and then you suddenly asked if he wanted to know something in a panicked voice. So what the hell did you mean now by 'huh?'

"Huh what?"

"What happened to your mother?" He asked again, taking a breath and lowering his voice ever so slightly so it didn't seem like he was yelling at you. Gojo just started giggling, silently thanking himself for setting up this time that he'd meet up with Megumi since he got to meet you now.

"... Oh! Nothing happened to my mother but I just remembered that my dad is making plans to take me to Paris in like a three weeks since he's working there overseas!" You yelled in excitement, smiling at Megumi as if nothing was the matter.

Megumi is pretty sure he just short-circuited cause how are you able to jump from one conversation to another like that? He could say it was annoying but instead it made him want to know more even though it was drastically draining his social battery.

"Yep... So that's my life, what's yours?"

"... Um... You think just because you've shared your life with me you'll find out about mine?"

"... Well why not?!" You asked, shrugging your shoulders. I mean, you did just tell this boy everything interesting about you and your life in the span of ten minutes.

"It's because he's antisocial but don't worry, I'm sure he liked it-"

"Shut up." Megumi harshly glared at his teacher before sighing when he heard you laugh.

"I guess that's alright then, well I'll see you later then huh Megumi?"

"Yeah I guess-"

"Oh wait! Can I ask you again?"

"Ask me what?" Megumi plays dumb again, hoping you won't pursue this while Gojo's here.

"If you'll take me out."

"Oh! That'd be sweet but now that I think about it, he's getting some of his teeth removed in a few days so maybe not!" Gojo interrupted, teasing the situation even more whilst getting hit in the back by Megumi. He didn’t care since his infinity stopped the attack anyway

"I mean, no I'm not taking you out... At least not yet." Megumi mumbled the last part, Gojo looking at him before pouting while you just smiled.

"Alright then, I'll see you soon and hopefully I can get you to change your mind."

"Bye little lady!" Gojo waved with a bright smile, Megumi just nodding his head in your direction before continuing his walk.

And with that, you were off, waving goodbye at the two as you parted ways.

It was silent for a good twenty seconds and even though Megumi had hope that Gojo wouldn't talk about this, he knew not to believe in it fully.

"So who was that lovely girl?"

"She's L/N, I just met her like two weeks ago... Don't lie about me like that again with her-"

"Are you guys dating? Oh my gosh Is she your girlfriend? You two don’t take each other’s innocence ! You're too young for that!"

"What the hell!? No! We're just acquaintances damnit! Now drop it!"

...

Megumi didn't ask for this. Megumi didn't want to be here right now. Megumi would much rather be cooking with Maki than in a mall with you.

Nobara and Yuji had wanted to go to the mall to buy some clothes and other things so that's where they were going, Megumi unfortunately not having a choice as Gojo brought him along.

But somehow, he found himself meeting you once again and accidentally bumping into you... Yet again. He of course apologized but it seemed like it was no longer a coincidence that he kept bumping into you, it couldn't be.

The only unfortunate thing about this was the fact that he was with his classmates and annoying teacher and it made this so much more embarrassing when he knew what would happen.

Gojo had already ratted him out to Nobara and Yuji about you, claiming you were his girlfriend even though he had to yell over Gojo to correct him. If they saw you now with him, they would embarrass him to no end just like they did with the random woman that had asked him for directions.

"Hey Megumi! How are-"

"Don't be so loud." He mumbled, grabbing onto your forearm to move you to another part of the store as quickly as humanly possible.

"I wasn't being loud, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just don't wanna be here."

He wasn't trying to get caught in all of this because you were so bold and he was so reserved there was no way his dignity would survive, especially since you liked him so damn much.

"You're being kind of pushy y'know that? Are you taking me on that date now?" You replied giddily, happy to see him as you walked with him and left your area to follow Fushiguro.

"Don't ask me that question anymore, you're the most persistent person that I've ever met in my life."

"Aw c'mon, it's not like I'd be boring. I could be a great date-"

"Y'know what? Fine, I'll take you out on a date later just shush!" Megumi hissed and finally he let you go, sighing and turning around before his face froze up. Shoot, not Yuji. He always tattletaled when Megumi talked with any girl.

So Megumi quickly got on all fours to crawl under the clothing racks, not bothering to bring you with him and just opting to peek his head out to converse with you.

"Where are you going?" You quietly asked him, flabbergasted at the sight of this stoic boy bringing himself to such a desperate place that he was hiding from someone.

"I need you not to mention me at all okay, they don't need to be asking-"

"Who?"

"Nobody, they're just annoying people that brought me here today against my will."

"Then I guess I should thank them since I get to see your handsome face again don't you think? And you're going to take me on a date." You smile, not caring a bit when Megumi's face got all red again.

Hr groaned when he looked behind you. Yuji had found his way towards this scandalous situation.

Yukon wasn't expecting Megumi to be crawling under something like that and talking to a cute girl whilst they talk about dating. She called him handsome, how sweet.

"Um... Hey, what's your name?"

You turned around, facing the boy with pink hair and the same school uniform as Megumi had.

"Y/N L/N, what's your's?"

"Oh! I'm Yuji Itadori, I've heard a lot about you!" He greeted, giving you his hand to shake.

"Really? That's nice."

"Hey Kugisaki! Gojo Sensei! Guess who Fushiguro found?!" Itadori yelled, gaining the other two's along with literally everyone else in the stores attention.

Megumi embarrassingly crawled out of his hiding space, regretting even coming here because he didn't want any of this. Though now that he thinks about it, it seemed kind of impossible for you to feel flustered so it was more like he didn't want to be thrown under the bus in front of you.

"Who?" Nobara walked over, yawning as if she was fully uninterested in what he had to say.

"The girl that Megumi's into!"

Megumi cringed when Yuji had said it that way and took it upon himself to smack Yuji upside the head while you were preoccupied with everyone else.

"Oh really?! I'm Nobara Kugisaki, the best girl here besides you of course." She immediately smiled at you before placing her hand on her hip with some sass. Now she was fully interested in what was going on.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N!" You smiled, taking into account what Yuji had said. If you really were the girl that Megumi was interested in, then maybe he'd finally say yes this time.

"Well little lady, we were about to go eat together. You wanna come join us?"

"I'd like that, if it's okay with you Megumi." You nodded, Fushiguro sighing before he replied with a small 'sure'. Yuji and Nobara almost squealed at you calling him by his first name.

So you and everyone else finished buying whatever they had gotten from the store, Nobara immediately decided that she would get you some cute dresses and stuff while Yuji just talked to you.

You seemed interesting enough and you must have been a pretty impressive person to get Megumi's attention.

"Yeah that's how we found out that not only is Megumi dislexic but he has like twenty different varieties of gel for his hair. Not to mention all the romance novels he has-"

"I do not have romance novels in my dorm room." Megumi growled with a threatening glare pointed at her. She just laughed and continued talking even though Megumi having to correct her every ten seconds about what she was saying to you.

He shouldn't have cared, it shouldn't have mattered to him whether or not they tried to tease him and you. After all, It's not like he actually liked you... He couldn't like you... At least not really, he just met you like three weeks ago.

"Yeah Kugisaki, don't lie about stuff like that when they'd be so cute together. Just like Gojo would say, "Get off of him, you damn homewreckers!" Though the gel thing is completely true." Yuji teased, only adding fuel to the flame.

"I'm going to kill all of you." Megumi grumbled in-between his teeth. You just laughed, almost dying at how hilarious it was that they were teasing him.

"You shouldn't kill us." Gojo stated with a teasing expression. "especially when we're going to be the ones at your wedding-"

"Stop it!"

...

"So where would you take me?"

"I don't know... Probably like a cafe or something." Megumi replied, almost forgetting that he had actually said yes to you by some miracle.

Though he kind of realized that he had been lying to himself for a bit. It's not like he outwardly liked you like you did him.

But he was lying about not falling for you. At least he wanted to be around you and that was something since he almost never wanted to be around anyone.

"Well it's a good thing you gave me your phone number so now I can text you about it later." You smiled, looking up at the sunset colored sky.

"I guess."

Yuji, Nobara, and Gojo were trying their best to be inconspicuous about spying. Megumi and you had just walked out of the food court to talk outside and they couldn't help themselves since they were like annoying, eavesdropping children.

"What that boy Itadori said, was it true?"

"What did he say?"

"That you're into me?"

Megumi had to refrain from letting a scowl come onto his face. He was definitely going to smack the shit out of Yuji when they got back to campus.

Then again, he might as well tell the truth. Was he into you at the moment? Hypothetically speaking he shouldn't be since the two of you still didn't know each other that well but in reality, yes he was into you.

He blames you for it, it's your fault he's into you.

"Yeah." He finally responded, making you surprised. You didn't think he would actually say yes, you were just bringing it up to tease him.

"... Really? I'm into you too."

"I know that, you started off with that when we first met." Megumi chuckled, looking at you with a calm face.

He wasn't annoyed, stressed out or frustrated, he didn't look like he might strangle someone at that moment and it just made you more excited. He had a soft side that he was sharing with you for just a bit.

"Right."

"..."

"..."

"I can't actually believe you're going to be taking me on a date!" You smile, having quite the hard time holding your excitement in.

"Yeah, well I can't really believe it either. I can't even really believe that I like you so imagine how I feel."

Nobara sighed, getting bored as she watched the love birds stand in silence. It wasn't like this was annoying she just wasn't trying to wait this long to see some results.

"Shh!" Yuji whisper yelled, elbowing Nobara only to get elbowed back.

"Ow! Quit it!"

"Shut up! I don't-"

"They're gonna notice us." Gojo lifted up his blindfold while talking to the two, effectively getting Yuji and Nobara to be quiet.

"Welp, I gotta go anyway but it was nice to see you again, and meet your friends." You smiled at Megumi, getting a nod from him in return. The spying company had successfully evaded your attention.

"I'll see you later."

"Alright, bye- Oh wait!" You quickly turned around and surprised Megumi when you came close enough to him to kiss his cheek.

And then you were off, waving Megumi goodbye as if you didn't do anything at all. But Megumi knew what you did and he felt it, a light and yet tender kiss.

His face got all red again, he could feel it and his chest did the thing where it beats way too fast. He was gonna have heart failure soon If you didn't stop.

"Woah!"

Megumi turned around, looking at the voice only to glare at the three that were hiding in a bush. They weren't even quiet about it, they looked so obvious it was annoying.

"Did you see that? It was so cute!" Gojo gushes, eyeing the picture of the two that Yuji took.

"Hell yeah it was! The picture turned out great!"

"It did?! Let me see it! Oh my gosh that's so sweet! And they're going to have their first date together too?!" Nobara smirked.

"This is so great damnit and they have so much chemistry! I'll bet you ten hundred yen that they'll end up in the same bed in like a month-" Yuji started, already taking out some money to show off until he got cut off by a voice.

"I'm giving you all five seconds." Was all Megumi said as he stood in front of the bush and that was their cue to get their asses back into the mall before he called one of his shikigami to eat them.

[pokegyns]

alright so an argument i’ve recently had with a particular person on here is what initially motivated me to make a post about this, but it’s something that’s overall been bothering me a lot in trans spaces, so i have decided to talk about it.

it’s a known fact that trans people are very sensitive to any talks of biological sex, and that they refuse to analyze or hear out any form of sex-based oppression, however sometimes this discomfort can truly delve into a more dangerous territory. if we cannot talk about sex-based oppression, we cannot have feminism. something that has seriously been circulating around trans spaces recently is a very serious form of sex-based oppression denial, one that crosses the borders of “i’m uncomfortable with talks of biological sex because i’m dysphoric”. the outright refusal to acknowledge that female people are legitimately oppressed in ways that male people never will be, the outright denial of deathly forms of misogyny such as medical & reproductive misogyny that systemically only harm those born female, bold & vocal statements such as “transmisogyny is worse than misogyny” [why are you borrowing & coining a word that originates in *misogyny* if you are going to blatantly & boldly undermine the existence of misogyny?]– those aren’t harmless statements, and are actually actively contributing to the medical negligence of female bodies. they are supporting the continuation of this mystification of female bodies, the underresearched nature of female bodies; by refusing to acknowledge the very factual reality of the male body being seen as default, creating fallacies, hypothetical situations & people, engaging in whataboutism & overall denial of reality, to support their weak arguments of female oppression not existing on its’ own & genuinely asking questions such as, “what makes an afab person more oppressed than an amab person?” [but then again continuing to use the word “transmisogyny”, when, by their logic, the word would be an oxymoron, since they do not recognize misogyny as an actual axis of oppression], they are essentially saying, “medicine is correct for neglecting the female body, following the male model as the default, and should continue doing so”.

“what makes an afab person more oppressed than an amab person?”, they ask. “there isn’t some inherent oppression faced by afabs!”, they shout. well, i’m about to answer their so kindly articulated questions, although i’m very aware they are going to dismiss my words as bigoted attack against transfeminine people, as bio-essentialist propaganda, and “terf shit”. although male people absolutely can & do face sexual assault & rape [and the rates of prostituted & sexually exploited & brutalized trans women are alarming; which is something that should most definitely be discussed in feminist circles, as it is an issue of transmisogyny, which is equally damaging & oppressive], the ability to be impregnated is an additional vulnerability. the ability to get someone pregnant puts you in the privileged position here, no matter how uncomfortable that makes you feel. next up, female puberty is a very traumatic experience, as is female socialization. the stigma surrounded around “girlhood”, being locked away from freedom while seeing all your male peers enjoying a childhood of leisure– how is this not an advantage? add on the societal stigma around growing breasts, getting your period, developing a more adult-ish female body type– all of those are female-specific issues [trans women can add their insights about their experiences with hormone reassignment therapy & share their struggles with gender childhood trauma & unique discomfort with socialization + forced/unwanted male puberty, and their insights are more than welcome & appreciated]. furthermore, female infanticide is still unfortunately a form of oppression that we have yet to end, and bringing up the homicide of trans women is not at all comparable to this. a parent does not know their male infant is going to be sex incongruous, and this very much protects the male baby from being aborted or literally femicided after birth for being female, which is, quite literally, tangible proof of female-specific oppression existing on its’ own, starting even before or from birth, without any other accompanying & contributing factors. to add on, female genital mutilation is likewise still a sexist practice that is yet to be stopped. as is the existence of child brides. as are abortion bans.

strawmanning & using whataboutism, such as “there are cis women who cannot menstruate! there are cis women who cannot get pregnant! there are cis women without uteruses! there are cis women without *insert female organ*!” is not going to negate the fact that *trans women inherently remain without uteruses*. it is not going to negate the fact that historical medical misogyny, such as the misogynistic claim of “female hysteria” was intrinsically linked to uteruses. it is not going to magically make trans women the primary victims of the abortion bans. it is not going to negate the reality of negligence of female bodies in the medical field. it is not going to negate the historical reality of female people being unable to open their own bank accounts up, and male people of all sorts being able to. in no way am i saying that medical & reproductive misogyny are the only sorts of misogyny, nor am i claiming that period stigma is *the central* aspect of misogyny & *the deciding factor* to who experiences the worst of misogyny; all i’m saying is, that even female people who personally cannot menstruate/don’t have specific female sex characteristics/are intersex– still are systemically affected by medical misogyny & period stigma. trans women can experience female-specific misogyny when assumed to be female, medical misogyny is not the only form of misogyny nor is it the most important one, trans women can & do experience social misogyny, economic misogyny, cultural misogyny– but they are not experiencing medical misogyny. that being said, medical transphobia can absolutely be deathly, and should not be ignored in feminist discussions.

it is not a violent threat to your humanity to acknowledge that oppressed people are oppressed in different ways, holy fuck. it should not be seen as a direct attack against a minority group to analyze intersectionality & different forms of bigotry. we all have experiences that are equally valuable & we can all equally contribute to the fight against oppression, with all of our differing struggles & diverse battles. neither oppression is worse. both are fucking bad, and both suck equally, having both overlaps & differences in their manifestation. you just have to realize that you sometimes are, in fact, the privileged one. cis women may be at advantage in other situations, but you are at advantage in other situations. we all need to be good allies to each other. medical neglect of female people is real, but so is the medical neglect of transfeminine people. they manifest in different ways, which isn’t dangerous to point out, and it should be pointed out. neither is inherently worse or more traumatic & important than the other. both are oppressive to the core, and both stand in the way of feminism & anti-patriarchal action. it’s not going to fucking kill you to just be mature for once. i promise you.

– mod zoroark

[k3igol0ve]

Small silly drabble; [Suggestive/ Slight Nsfw] Leaning more towards self indulgence

Thinking about how Keigo would play online games with you if you asked, I'm thinking games like stardew valley, animal crossing, and all those other co-op indie games just to wind down for the week.

Roblox; Roblox if you're both up to it, so let's say a specific game in roblox; Bingo. It works like normal bingo, one line, two line and full house. He's normally silent during the round, which is quite unusual. That game is very much so infuriating, because I can imagine Keigo getting frustrated, right when he was one away to that full house on ALL 3 cards, someone called out 'Bingo' . He wouldn't do anything extreme though since he has his anger controlled [unlike a certain someone] , well at most times, until it's been 2 hours and he hasn't got a single Bingo. At first he'd start making sounds; groaning, sighing and tsking. His wings ruffling with a tinge of annoyance. Then this man would start bullying kids, in a kids game just because they keep calling Bingo before he does, he won't openly type it in chat; I'd assume he'd start spewing out those; "I hope ____, ex; I hope both sides of your pillows are warm, I hope your charger stops working... etc", and he'd probably go into cursing their whole bloodline.

Stardew Valley; Farming simulation basically, you both start a co-op and start on a selected farm. While you are farming, Keigo is probably strolling around the place trying to find trinkets, he'd be the type to check all the trash bins in the game every time a new day starts. I think he'd be more into foraging. He'd mine sometimes too, but when you guys unlock the first barn Keigo WILL be naming that first chicken 'KFC', and he's going to look after that chicken like his own offspring. Fishing, the fishing system or controls on Stardew is a bit,,, annoying persay sometimes. Keigo would struggle a bit on it, but quickly learn how to handle it. Though he does get frustrated when he does lose the fish just because he clicked too fast or the meter went up a little too high. His eyes would furrow in irritation because of it. Okay so lets say, hypothetically perhaps you have someone you like in Stardew valley, and as much as you are loyal to Keigo you'd want to pursue that bachelor/bachelorette. Let's just say Keigo doesn't like sharing what is his. He would personally make it his daily job to go up to that person and give their hated gifts everyday, and just to make it a little more funnier he'd glare at the pixel through the screen in irritation. He doesn't get back at you by finding his own though, he just doesn't like the pixels on the screen that you have chosen because frankly you belong to him only. He's jealous but he'll never admit it. Though he probably would say; "You know I'd love you so much better than [Character name]. " With a small pout on his face, he's like a little kid sometimes, or sometimes he'll ask, " Do you love me or [Character name] more? " And well, if you're petty and decide to show attitude by comparing him to chosen character, he'll have his way with you and by his way, I mean fucking you so hard into the mattress until all your mind can comprehend is his name. Whining and moaning his name so prettily, his favourite song from you. ' Fuck, I'd be so much better than that character- fuckin' givin you everything you want ' To think he'd be jealous over a few pixels. As a bird, and more importantly as Keigo; he's insanely petty.

[Roblox was self indulgent, wrote this because I'm petty. Played this w/ my friend and all of us got frustrated]

[olderthannetfic]

I always see people who have never been antis, talking about/questioning how some antis even ARE antis when you look at their taste in media - ie the ever famous joke of "Hannigram is #problematique" "but it's a show where he eats people" or whatever.

I thought I'd weigh in as someone who could, hypothetically, be called an ex-anti (which, thankfully, nothing ever really came out of it - it was just very 2014 keyboardwarrior-esque behavior of me being a chronically online young adult who would share posts in a group chat making fun of certain shippers, or reblog posts about how 50shades is The Most Problematic Media Ever to exist -- basically I was an anti with anti-lines of thoughts, but i never, like, a ran a Shipping Discourse Blog or whatever)

For me, personally, it was a few different things. I can now see how it's incredibly hypocritical that teenaged me shipped Light/L, while still thinking that Dramione was Bad And Abusive. It ultimately boiled down to a) being pretentious, and b) just not understanding media or what proshippers REALLY believed, with a side of c) not realizing that nuance exists. like i was pretty late to join tumblr, I think I immigrated here during PEAK "yourfaveisproblematic" era which definitely did have an impact on my opinions and my tastes.

to elaborate, a.) being pretentious. i mean this one just kinda goes without saying. "I engage in media in a way more intellectual way than you do, don't you know that? You're a filthy and disgusting person who writes Snape/Hermione because you're an actually disgusting pedophile IRL who would probably date your own student that you're abusing if you could. Meanwhile, I'm a very smart, good, and pure person. When I read Uncle Vernon/Harry, I'm doing it in a G-d honoring whump way that clearly condemns abuse, incest, and rape. Unlike YOU who only writes harmful stuff as a way to get people off :/"

(as an aside, i think this line of thinking will ALWAYS be present in fandom and popculture in some way, sadly. ie the recent trend of people hating on booktok bc the books are 'trashy' and how these porn addicts should read real classic literature instead.)

as for b.), not understanding media - i cannot emphasize enough that i was GENUINELY stupid and disconnected enough to think that proshippers REALLY WERE pro-All Of The Degenerate Dead Doves That They Wrote.

why did i feel this way? why did i understand that Lolita clearly isnt pro-pedophilia, but for some reason i thought that someone shipping weecest was? well, first of all, i think that fanfiction is (generally) seen as Less Serious than classic literature, and fandom is a fun place, so i guess i somehow thought that every fanfic/fanartist who wrote Problematic Things, especially Problematic Things that they portrayed as Sexy, really DID enjoy the thought of that Actually Happening To Real People.

and i think THIS is the bulk of why antis ARE antis. i'm not calling them all stupid - i do think BEING an anti is stupid, but at the same time, there are people who are truly smart and good-intended people who just have some really off color opinions about, like, homestuck ships or whatever. Lawlight is okay because notebooks that kill people don't exist so it's IMPOSSIBLE for the Harmful Aspects of Light/L to be romanticized! but schoolyard prejudiced bullies DO exist and are a REAL problem so Drarry is BAD (*truly completely unaware of the fact that there's 'realistic' aspects of the Light/L dynamic and 'unrealistic' aspects of Drarry - such as, for example, Hogwarts arguably being even MORE of a fantasy setting than DN is.*) I know that media literacy is the hot buzzword of the year to throw around in 2024, but, like, i really did not have media literacy.

as for c.), not realizing nuance exists - ok "nuance" might not be the best word here, but i dont know how else to describe it. like, each time ive typed the word "problematic" out in this ask, i've done so in a very tongue in cheek/ironic/retroactive way, but, like, those posts about how Everything Is Problematic, Including Your Fave ARE true. and i didn't like the fact that my favorite media or favorite person might've Made A Mistake! i need to Talk About Its Issues Because I'm So Betrayed That My Dear Sweet Comfort Media Would Do This To Me. I Need To Prove I Clearly Condemn It.

like, i legit morally could not justify reblogging a twilight post without adding in the tags '#this is my guilty pleasure it sucks that the books were so racist though' or whatever. Most people were lucky enough to avoid that line of thinking, but there was an actual group of people who felt a genuine need to virtue signal all the time, partly bc, hey, they WERE passionate about talking abt #issues in media, but also bc of a subconscious fear of If You Reblog A Singular Piece Of Hetalia Fanart, You're Literally A Nazi And Will Get A Callout Post Written About You.

and during all of this i was at the tail end of my high school experience (yes i know im younger than most of your audience, ha). i was going through A Lot emotionally, going through a lot of life changes, and lived in a very . . . interesting household/place where i couldn't do ACTUAL good in the world that i was passionate about. so to make up for the fact that i was genuinely in no place to do legit activism, clearly i had to save the gay community by arguing about johnlock queerbaiting or whatever.

^ and honestly i do think that is the position of most antis. theyre isolated and cant seem to do Enough in the Real Scary World so they have to resort to talking about how bad of a person someone is for "shipping abuse", bc theyre not in a situation where they could, for example, ACTUALLY fight the good fight to end abuse or raise awareness for it.

There was way more to it and way more that I could say, if I wanted to, but this post is long enough as it is and probably doesn't make much sense.

I feel bad for antis, honestly, or at least the ones who are antis in the way I used to be.

--

Oh yes, passionate young fools who think they can at least fix the internet if not their lives make up most of the cannon fodder. Some of the ringleaders are just mini dictators and wannabe cult leaders, but most anti-leaning types are just traumatized or clueless, even a lot of the ones who do serious damage and don't just mock shit in private with their friends.

[strawbeerossi]

Just Know, I Love You

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Reader hasn't been her usual self after a breakup months prior. Spencer takes notice of this, using her love of Valentine's Day and his own plans to try and bring a smile to her face while telling her how much he cares about her.

Content Warnings: Nothing bad, tooth rotting fluff, Spencer being sweet, pining, admitting feelings, ends with a kiss 🩷

Word Count: 1.1K

This blurb is my most favorite thing that I have ever written. Enjoy this little blurb that I thought of today on my lunch break.

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“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope." Maya Angelou

Spencer was never one for romance, mainly because he wasn't the type to have women falling over each other to get to him. He would admit that he didn't have a clue on what he would do anyway. He wasn't going to trouble himself with those thoughts for any hypothetical relationship.

Y/N was a great exception to his rule though.

It was a few months ago that she and her boyfriend ended up breaking up. Spencer could recall her coming into the office looking purely broken and exhausted. From what she had told him, they were doing well.

They were even looking for houses, he remembered. However, things came crashing down on Y/N's world when she was made aware that her boyfriend was cheating on her the entire course of their relationship.

Now, personally, Spencer didn't even understand how anyone could ever think of finding anyone else when they had her. She was the whole package; a good sense of humor, kind, a beautiful smile, and the best laugh that he'd ever heard. One that he missed terribly.

Y/N used to come in with a big smile on her face every morning, bringing coffee for Spencer because those two liked more sugar than the bitter black coffee that they would see Hotch or Rossi drink. They would joke about how they had to have had sugar packets hidden in their offices, maybe even hidden creamer and other things.

Valentine's Day was coming up, it usually being one of Y/N's favorite holidays. She was a hopeless romantic, loving the idea of a whole dedicated to nothing but love and appreciation.However with a sour view of love, she wasn't as upbeat as she was.

He noticed her all week, quietly moping around the office. It killed him inside. Spencer even asked if she wanted to decorate the office with him, something she usually would've been way too eager to do. This time though, he was met with glassed over eyes, a sad smile that even had a little bit of a lip quiver, and the assurance that the day was just any other.

That killed him more than anything. She was hurting to the point where she was avoiding the day entirely.

Spencer had a plan. So, the morning of Valentine's Day, he was picking them up an overly sugary coffee, stopping to get a red velvet cupcake from one of the bakeries in town, then Spencer even stopped to pick up a bouquet of yellow roses. the night before, he was racking over all the ideas in his mind for what he'd write on the little card attached to the flowers, he still had time to write something up.

When he made it to the office, he was letting out a sigh of relief when he realized Y/N wasn't at her desk just yet. He hoped she wasn't going to try and pull off a sick day, mainly because his whole goal was to make this a Valentine's Day that she'd never forget.

After the flowers, the coffee cup that was elegantly decorated for the holiday, and the cupcake box that was wrapped in a beautiful satin red bow were placed in an aesthetically pleasing set up, he was sitting at his desk while doing his best to quickly write down the note that he hoped wouldn't be overly sappy.

Boy, Penelope was gonna be so proud of him for this set up, she'd definitely approve.

Even if Y/N wasn't there yet, the rest of the team was. Emily watched in amusement, a smile on her face as she leaned back against her chair. "You know that you are really gonna brighten up her whole year, right?" She asked, making the youngest on the team peek up from his writing.

He felt a rush of pride run through him, his cheeks and ears starting to get hot from his blushing over the thought of seeing that beautiful smile spread across his coworker's face again. "You think so? I really hope she does. I like her a lot.. I just want her to see that she still deserves to feel appreciated." He rambled on while keeping his gaze on the card.

"Pretty boy, I'm almost jealous." Derek commented, ruffling Spencer's hair while looking over the spread with a chuckle. "You gotta give me tips, kid." He was teasing, though he felt like a proud big brother watching his younger sibling make his own moves.

By the grace of god, Spencer had placed the card on the flowers as soon as Y/N was making her appearance into the bullpen. Like Spencer suspected, she looked like she just didn't wanna be there.

However, her whole demeanor changed as she approached the desk, her eyebrows raising in curiosity. "What's all this?" She asked, looking to the coworkers who were close by. "No idea, mama. I seen all of that sitting on your desk when I got in this morning." Derek commented, a smile on his face as he was leaning against the edge of the desk. "There should be a card." Emily also commented, the two making a point to hang around the desk just a little longer.

Which Y/N had already had a small smile on her face from the surprise, as soon as she picked up that card though, her smile was growing wider, the appreciative tears already starting to burn her eyes.

'We both know I don't know how to do stuff like this. So I am gonna leave you with a quote that means a lot to me, almost as much as the amount that you mean to me,

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." - William Shakespeare.

I hope you know that no matter what you may be going through, I'll always be here for you.

Just so you know, I love you. -Spencer.'

The note really tied the whole ensemble together, Spencer turning in his chair as she began to read the note allowed, a smile on his face. He felt so proud of himself for pulling this off, especially after feeling like he was going to royally mess it up at some points while planning.

"Thank you." Y/N smiled, her gaze now on her best friend in the office while she was heading over to wrap her arms around Spencer with a tight hug, making Spencer hold her just as tight.

"Although.. I do have one thing to say." She spoke while pulling from the hug. The words made Spencer's heart fall into his stomach.

What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if this is weird? Oh god, what if-

His thoughts were coming to a screeching halt when he felt a pair of soft lips against his own.

Oh.

"Just so you know, I love you so much more."

[keen-eye]

What is your opinion on Wincest?

thank you for asking. i hope you're ready for me to go very in-depth into my personal opinions about the ship and about the fandom, but if not:

TL;DR: take it or leave it, but you cannot deny that sam & dean do not act like normal siblings. because of this i think that i have some level of an objective view on it (or maybe not, idk). and most importantly, bullying is never okay. these are fictional characters

okay here we go ⬇️

if someone hates wincest they should block the tag/blog and move on, it's as simple as that. i myself had the tag blocked when i first started my rewatch. they are only embarrassing themselves by coming on here and crying about it. if fictional incest upsets you so much then i don't think this is the right show for you

jared and jensen have insane chemistry, they and the crew recognized it very quickly. so when you have two people with that much chemistry playing siblings their relationship will come across as very questionable and the audience will pick up on that. they didn't make it up out of nowhere. also, the cast and crew joke about the ship outside and within the show. it's not that serious

do i personally ship wincest? i guess technically i do. i follow a few wincest blogs, i've made a couple joke posts. but i never watch shows for shipping, i never watch shows just for hot people. power to those who do, though. i watch this show because i've never come across a more unique character than sam (reasons too long for this post). so the content i engage in/the blogs i follow are centered around sam and his and dean's canon dynamic, sometimes mixed with this hypothetical version of their relationship because i find it interesting to speculate on. because i do believe something more explicit than what was already shown could absolutely have fit into canon. and that's the only type that i find interesting, where they are not regular boyfriends but as they already are: brothers with a very fucked up and power imbalanced relationship. but i am not actively wearing shipping goggles when i'm watching

i understand that incest makes people uncomfortable. but the show was (originally) a gothic horror. taboo subjects, like incest, are a fundamental part of that genre. emotionally incestuous undertones were ingrained into the show from the beginning. sam & dean are not normal about each other. if you think that they act like regular siblings then i don't even know what to say. and even though the show shifted genres their codependency only intensified as it went on. many characters commented on their weirdly close relationship throughout the show

on that note, this taboo has been around literally forever. it's in literature, it's on tv, it's in porn. it will never not be a subject many people want to explore in fiction. on that note, i see a lot of people say that fictional incest ships will affect reality. i can promise that it will not all of a sudden make everyone want to start fucking their family members. and if someone believes this then i'd also expect them not ship other "problematic ships" (e.g., hannigram, a relationship between a murderous cannibal who physically and psychologically tortured the other person). sam & dean are serial killers but you don't see people saying that being okay with that in a fictional show makes someone a bad person

i can't say from personal observation (because i only joined tumblr in october last year) but i have seen many mentions that more people are becoming increasingly sensitive/engrossed in purity culture compared to fandom years ago and this is evident in how they behave on social media (i can at least corroborate that last part)

for example, seeing someone's sam & dean edit and freaking out in the comments about whether it's meant to be wincest or not before they reblog. or joining in bullying wincest shippers to fit in/appease other antis. or making a post about how disgusting wincest shippers are and directly tagging wincest. i don't know if this is something from the new generation or maybe something else but i will say that when i see people acting like this my immediate thought is that they are children who never learned social media etiquette

attacking and insulting anyone over any ship is extremely wrong and immature. going after people who worked on the show for not condemning a ship is wrong. i also see a lot of people say to wincest shippers that they are probably attracted to their own siblings. once again, these are fictional characters. if you feel comfortable saying that to a real person and without any shame then that says a lot about you. people ship things and explore subjects in fiction for different reasons and it does not mean that it is a one to one reflection of their morals

and lastly, maybe slightly unrelated, saying that wincest shippers have invaded tumblr, ao3, or now rednote is dumb. they were there first, they've been around since 2005. they made these platforms what they are today and they aren't going anywhere no matter how much others bully them

if you got this far then thank you for reading

[measuredingold]

with you, anywhere will be my home

author’s note: hiiiiiiiii. it’s been a minute, huh ? i’ve honestly been sitting on this for 2 weeks 😅 but happy i’m able to finally get this out for yall ! think of it as a v-day treat 🥰 i love this universe i built with folio and reader and have so many ideas for them lol as always, please enjoy and feedback is appreciated ! and requests are open btw, i’m in a rut and am not sure what people wanna read :) title a translated lyric from bts’ song home

pairing: nick folio x reader

word count: 2.2k

cross posted on ao3

cw/tw: miscommunication 🤥, fluff fluff fluffffff, first time saying i love you, nick is so smitten with reader it makes me sick, 18+ minors do not interact

It's almost a no brainer when Nick decides to ask you to move in.

It makes perfect sense. You're always together when he's home, switching between one place or the other, and it just makes a lot more sense than having your own separate spaces. He doesn't want to be separate anymore. He wants to know that when he's coming back from tour he's coming home to you, in a space you both share and make your own.

There's only one hiccup to this no brainer decision - he hasn’t even said I love you yet. Neither have you.

It's only been 9 months. Not a full year yet, but Nick thinks by month one he was fully in love with you. He might've been from the jump. You were the only person he thought about, the only person he yearned for. Which is crazy to think, because Nick's sure he's never yearned for a single person a day in his life. But it's different when it comes to you.

You're who he sees when he thinks about the future. When he plans out the rest of his life, coming up with every single possibility that could happen between now and then, you somehow manage to be in every single scenario. At first it was jarring, you popping up into his future daydreams, but now it's comforting.

If you asked him right now to spend the rest of his life with you, he'd say yes before you even finished your sentence.

So why hasn't he said it yet? Hell if he knows.

It's not that he doesn't think you love him because deep down he knows you do. Can see it in the way you look at him, in the way you smile, in the small gestures that you make. He stares at you just the same, smile way too big that it hurts his fucking face, and those same small gestures.

You love him the way he loves you.

Which is why he's decided that when he asks you to move in with him, he's just going to say it. No more silent looks and shared smiles when saying goodbye. Nick doesn't think he can go another day without telling you that he loves you. It's corny, but he needs you and just about everyone in a hundred mile radius to know immediately.

So, he'll tell you tomorrow. Easy.

...

Not easy.

Nick never thought he was much of the anxious type, yet here he was pacing outside your front door. He felt hot, hands clammy as he stared at the only thing separating the two of you. He has a key. He can let himself in. Yet, he can't seem to get himself to do it.

Because he knows once he goes in, there's no going back.

He isn't scared of your rejection because he knows that's not the likely outcome. He knows you love him. He thinks he may be a bit scared of what comes next. This is probably the most serious relationship he's ever been in, and he doesn't want to fuck that up. He doesn't think that he would, intentionally at least, but the what if of a hypothetical fuck up has been eating at him for hours.

His eyes flutter shut as he takes in a long deep breath before he finally braves unlocking your door.

His hand shakes as he twists the handle and he mentally swears at himself to fucking calm down, it’s just you, everything’s fine, but when he finally sees you, it’s like the world stops for just a moment. You look up at Nick from your couch, book in your lap, and the smile that spreads across your face makes Nick relax for maybe a split second.

"Hey baby."

"Hi."

He doesn't move, just stares at you from where he's standing, and your expression turns from happy to amused, arms crossing over your chest.

"Babe?"

He blinks. "Yeah?"

"...Whatcha' doin?"

"Um." His face burns at the sound of your giggle at his unusual behavior, but truthfully he doesn't know how to act right now. "Standin'."

"Oh yeah?" You arch a brow at him, more laughter escaping. "Why don't you quit standin' and come sit with me? I missed you."

He'd been gone a few days, out in California to put down some tracks for the new album. He'd just gotten home the day before when he decided he was going to ask you to move in with him because he couldn't stand coming back to an empty home. Nick blinks at you again before he smiles, warmth spreading across his chest as he looks at you seated on the couch.

This is what he wanted to come home to. He wanted to come home after a tour, or after a few weeks in California laying down some drums, to you reading your book on the couch.

"It was only a few days." He hums out and makes his way towards you, flopping himself down beside you.

"I always miss you when you're gone." You shrug before pouting at him. "Did you not miss me?"

His heart speeds up, pounding against his chest and he immediately shakes his head. "I wasn't saying that I didn't-"

"I was just messing with you," You cut him off with a laugh, face softening as you looked at him. "What's goin' on? You're acting weird."

Nick chews on his bottom lip before moving his gaze to the muted television, shoulders going up into a shrug. " 'm not acting weird."

"Yes, you are."

Okay. He is. He knows it and he knows you know it, but he just isn't sure what to say. How do people bring this up? Hey, I'm in love with you. Let's live together. It seems easy enough to say in his head but the second he gazes at you again, his words fall short.

So much for easy.

"I..." Nick starts and then sighs, sliding a hand down his face. "You ever have something to say, but just don't know how to say it? In my head it's so easy but every time I try to get the words out, I lose everything I even wanted to say."

Your face softens. "What happened?"

"What?"

"Something happened when you were gone." Your eyes narrow. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." He mumbles out, eyeing you for a moment. "I just... realized something, but I don't know how to tell you."

"Oh."

For some reason, the detached tone in your voice makes his stomach turn. You shift on the couch, moving your eyes away from him as you look to the side. It's silent between the two of you now and Nick hates it. It's never felt this awkward before. Uncomfortable. He fucking hates it.

"Babe-"

You cut him off. "...Did I do something?"

"No." He's quick with his response, shaking his head quickly. "Fuck. No, you didn't do anything."

His stomach turns at the way you don't respond and wrap your arms around yourself, your arms being some form of protection. From him. Fuck. That's definitely not what he wanted to do. He shakes his head again, eyes pleading as he reaches out for you.

"You didn't do anything."

"Well, it sure feels like I did." You laugh, strained, and Nick swallows down whatever lump was building in his throat. "This feels awfully like a break-up, Nick."

"What?" His voice comes out a lot louder than he expected, and he hates the way his heart breaks beneath his chest at the sad look you finally give him. "I am not breaking up with you. That is not what's happening."

"Then what's happening, Nick?" You whine out, lips dipping into a frown. "You're being weird and saying you have something to tell me but don't know how to tell me. That sounds a lot like I want to break up with you, but I don't know how to tell you."

Nick pauses for a moment, eyes scanning over your face before he breathes out a quiet "Fuck," and shuts his eyes.

He messed up - majorly.

All he had to do was just fucking tell you that he loved you and this would've been all avoided, but instead he had to go and do whatever the fuck this was.

"Babe, listen to me." His eyes open to find you still staring at him, your frown somehow much deeper than it was moments ago. He hesitantly reaches out, silently asking if it was alright to touch you. You nod. He's gentle when he slips your arms away from yourself, finally able to slide his fingers in between yours. "This... I'm not breaking up with you, okay? I'd be fucking crazy to do that."

You don't say anything, just stare at him with that same sad look. He sighs.

"What I realized is that like," He pauses, searching his brain for the right words. "I like coming home to you. After a short tour, or a long one, it feels... good to know that once I'm off that plane, I'm coming back to you."

Your eyes soften momentarily. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He smiles, small and a bit timid, and continues. "Then it made me realize that I'd really love to have a place to call home, you know? Instead of doing all this back and forth. It's fine if that's what you want to keep doing, but I think I'd really like to have a home... with you."

The silence ringing between you two makes his stomach turn. You stare at him, wide eyed and mouth open and the nerves from before come back because he thinks he may have fucked up, but then your hand squeezes his. He can see the tears welling in your eyes now and he watches you blink them away.

"...With me?"

"Yeah?" He's nervous, not sure how to take your response. "If that's okay? Like I said, we can keep doing what we've been doing. Back and forth between here and my place if that's what you want, I don't mind-"

His words are cut off by your lips, a bruising kiss suffocating whatever he wanted to say. His eyes widen for a moment before they flutter shut and he finally kisses back, before chuckling softly against your lips. You sniffle.

"Are you telling me you want to move-in together?"

Nick notices the first tear that falls when he pulls back, reaching a hand up and brushing it away with his thumb. His timid smile grows at the feeling of you nuzzling into his touch.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm telling you."

"Are you sure?" You actually sound nervous, staring at him with wide eyes as you asked.

"Of course I'm sure," He doesn't have to think twice, words falling from his lips with ease, "I love you. I want this, if you do."

It takes him a second to realize he had said it, and feels slightly embarrassed at the butterflies filling his stomach at how easy it was to say. His face flushes as your eyes widen more, lips parting as the weight of his words dawn on you.

"...You love me?"

His stomach turns again, and he nods slowly. "Yeah?"

"How long?"

"I think I loved you from the start." He replies sheepishly, cheeks burning at the wide smile you give him.

You blink away your tears again, leaning more into his palm that's still rested against your cheek. "I think I have, too."

Your words are soft, almost inaudible, but he hears it. His stomach turns and he can feel his heart pounding against his chest. His entire face burns and his ears are probably red, too, but fuck it. He doesn't care.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." Your wide smile falls into something softer, much smaller, and he swears your eyes twinkle as you hum out, "I love you."

Nick doesn't know what to say besides smile at you, cheeks immediately hurting at how wide it's stretched across his face. "I love you, too."

"And I really want to live with you." You rush out. "I've been thinking about that too but I was worried I was moving too fast. Didn't want to scare you."

"Honey," He starts with a chuckle, "I think you could've asked me two weeks in and I would've straight up said you know what? Hell yeah."

You laugh, all thick with emotion and fucking beautiful that Nick can't help but lean in and press his lips against yours again. Your arms raise to wrap around your shoulders to bring him closer to you and he can't help but make a noise, a happy sound, and deepen the kiss. You pull away first this time, forehead resting against his.

"So, we're doing this?"

"Yeah. I think we are."

The two of you smile at each other in silence and Nick wishes nothing more than to bask in this moment a little longer. He doesn't know if he's ever felt happier. Knowing that you love him right back makes him feel things he wasn't sure he's ever felt before. It's in that moment, with the way you're staring at him like he hangs up the fucking moon and the stars, that he's going to ask you to marry him someday.

And it makes him feel damn good knowing that you'll say yes.

[vickyzangels]

% “..you know who's callin' even though the number is blocked.”

# synopsis ; sfw and nsfw headcanons pt 2 yippee 🎉

# pairing ; tom kaulitz x reader

# word count ; 646

# tags ; nsfw further down “keep reading” (mdni)

a/n ; i’ve had hiccups throughout writing this entire thing and i’ve been miserable

sfw

he has a specific look for you. every picture you’d ever see of him and a fan that he was guaranteed to have flirted with, he never looked at those fans the way he did at you

the way he looks at you like you hung up every star in the sky regardless of the situation, “absolutely enchanted by your beauty,” he’d say when you asked him why you kept catching him staring

y’all look like this religously: 👁️👁️ 👀

he always goes over the top for getting you gifts for events but he never understands what is “too much” and maybe for valentines’ day or something he bought you a fucking mercedes and dior like it was nothing

my gut feeling is telling me that he genuinely loves traveling so much, and for him to be able to travel and sightsee with you is extremely intimate to him

horror movie marathons where he puts on the most gruesome, gut wrenching movies not only cause he likes them but because he gets to be gripped on by you when you get scared

even if that means you nearly dislocate his arm

he’s a lana del rey and norman fucking rockwell girlie (now i’m just projecting my bad)

group conversations with the band, you, and him might be the brightest you’ve ever had cause it’s every single time that you barely even start talking, within minutes it gets difficult to breath cause you’re laughing stupidly hard at tom’s jokes

the type of guy that sits on your bed in your room and just lovingly stares at you as you go on with your life, but the way he looks at you when you’re getting dressed up a little for an event is SOOO🧎🏻‍♀️

domesticity looks so good on him. the few times that tom has woken up before you have (which is very few because he’ll stare at you till you wake up), you’d walk into the kitchen to see him making you a small and simple breakfast just to get your day started

branching off of food, he pays EXTREME attention to everything about you, to the point where he’s memorized an elaborate coffee order and when would be a good time to order it just for you

nsfw

you two fuck like bunnies, the walls vibrate every time you’re both in the building and you both have definitely caused an earthquake

he got jealous when he found your vibrator and swore that he hated it knowing that it got to touch you before he did, but him and the vibrator became great friends when he was using it on you while you two fucked 😇

i’d say usually till you’re both crying but that takes like 5-7 rounds average. every single time.

he has this thing where he’s entirely willing to get off just by grinding on you which comes very handy when you’re on the tour bus (assuming bill didn’t make you get another way of transportation just to make sure you two wouldn’t raw dog on the bus)

do you understand how many quickies you get on a regular basis. in the venue bathroom, their dorm living room while everyone is away doing something, i really meant it when i said like bunnies

he’s so fucking loud?? moaning and groaning into the air and he’s not even inside of you yet

say hypothetically those dick piercings he constantly mentions were, i don’t know… authentic…. he takes great pride in the pleasure it gives not only him but you, especially you

omg he’s DOWN BAD for marking like he loves constantly giving you hickeys or biting you but when you give him hickeys or bites he goes into cardiac arrest

it makes him feel closer to you somehow, probably cause he sees the marks as personal and reinforces your guys’ relationship to him

a/n ; multiple things, 1) thank you so much for 110 followers??? i swear to you i was at 13 5 days ago thank you so much wth 2) working on a request from my inbox next, stay put for that 👍

© ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO VICKYZANGELS. do not steal, repost, plagiarize, or use my work for anything.

[kindnessoverperfection]

Feel free to ignore this, but I'm a disabled writer who tends to focus on representation in my works, and I came across your posts about having npd while doing research for a side character in a story of mine. I really appreciate you taking the time to write out a description of npd that shows the roots of the issues and the way they affect the people who have it rather than how outsiders perceive it. I just wanted to ask if there were any traits of npd that you personally would like to see in npd representation/ if you have any thoughts on how you'd like to see characters with npd represented in media? I know at current there's basically no positive npd rep, which sucks for sure, but in a hypothetical situation where there was a character with npd who wasn't villianized for it, what sort of aspects of npd would be comforting for you to see reflected in a story?

Once again, feel free to ignore this ask if I'm overstepping at all, and I hope you have a wonderful day <3

Hi!! ♡ Apologies for the late reply, I wasn't on tumblr for a few days, then my alter was out for the next couple days and I wanted to be the one to respond-

I really appreciate that you're taking the time to research and create thoughtful representation, and I'm glad my posts could offer some help with that!

My first two thoughts are:

Characters whose symptoms present differently than the common portrayal of NPD

It's super common for people to not recognize NPD because they have this very limited view of what it is and how it can present - so it would be nice to see representation that shows variety in the way it can manifest.

For example, it's actually very common for someone with the disorder to primarily "lash in" rather than "lash out", but I never see that represented (intentionally, at least).

There's also a very limited perception of narcissistic characters being blatantly arrogant, grandiose, braggy, selfish, power-hungry, etc. But really, there's an unlimited number of ways someone can present outwardly, because the only thing that's crucial to the diagnosis is the internal experience - how it affects the person who has it. How they appear outwardly to others can vary wildly.

(I'll admit, some of these "stereotypical NPD" characters feel very relatable due to shared symptoms and vibes and power fantasies. To the extent that I have one of them as my pfp on some accounts lol. But if you met me IRL, my vibes are just "confident and bubbly, polite, quiet and distant, fashion-oriented, straight A student, cutesy, braggy, adventurous", and I always make the effort to be kind to people even though I can be somewhat distant and goal-oriented.)

It's also common to think of someone "flying into a rage" when they feel criticized - but anger (whether external or internal) isn't an inherent part of it. The issue is that someone perceives criticism as a threat, so their fight/flight/freeze/fawn response kicks in, and there's a large multitude of ways that can show up.

(Personally, I go into either fight or fawn mode. But the vast majority of the anger I've felt has been entirely self-directed, manifesting in the form of self-criticism, self-hatred, self-destruction, overworking, eating disorders, etc. I will occasionally feel outwards anger, but when I do, I give myself time and space to process it by myself so that I don't upset anyone. And even for those who feel external anger much more often than I do, it doesn't mean they'll express it in an aggressive or harmful way.)

tldr; I'd love to see a variety of outwards presentations, with the NPD being shown via their internal experience, rather than only displayed through stereotypical external behaviors.

2. Humanization for characters with NPD who make mistakes

People with NPD are human just like everyone else, which means that mistakes happen. Everyone accidentally fucks up, hurts someone, lacks self-awareness in certain areas, etc.

The level and type of interpersonal struggles, and the reasons behind these struggles, are all across the board. That's understood with any other disorder (or any sort of identity), but there's so much extra baggage and stigma applied when NPD is involved for some reason.

So for characters with NPD with higher interpersonal conflict, I'd want them to be humanized in the same way that anyone else with any other identity would be humanized. And I'd also want it shown that characters who don't have NPD can have high interpersonal conflict as well, that it's not limited to this disorder.

"what sort of aspects of npd would be comforting for you to see reflected in a story?"

In terms of specific aspects-

Personally, I'd love to see a character who like... tries to be perfect. Is externally very put-together in some way - maybe they're very kind and soft-spoken and sweet, or they're silly and happy and energetic, or they're quiet and serious and protective, or calm and mysterious and self-assured, doesn't matter. But everything seems okay on the surface.

But internally, they put so much pressure on themself. They hold themself to impossible standards, and feel like they HAVE to be seen a certain way and never show weakness. They have to handle everything perfectly. Just... so many symptoms and struggles that are hurting them internally, and overtime it ends up bubbling out in small ways, or like. Tbh I'd love it if someone would just... notice.

Notice the perfect bubbly happy straight-A student who's always kind and never shares their own opinions. Notice the quiet, highly-skilled protector of the group who somehow always knows the right thing to say and the right way to act.

And give them permission to be imperfect. To be human. Show them that they aren't their reputation or their skills or how impressive they are, they're so much more than that.

They can see the pain they're in, and instead of treating them as this untouchable perfect being, they treat them in a human way.

The super bubbly character seems completely unaffected by recent tragedy? Okay. Their friend doesn't ignore that. They don't push and prod, but they don't ignore it. They sit with them, spend time with them, hold them, they know it affected them.

I'm imagining a scene where the character w/NPD fucks up somehow, and they seem fine, but someone close to them suddenly Realizes and they just. Go to find them. And they're just having a massive breakdown, but the moment they see their friend, they quickly try and shove everything under the surface and act cool and unaffected and "normal", but their friend goes over and just holds them and. Ungh. 10/10

Couple months ago I did actually see an episode of a show like that, and both times I watched it, I bawled my fuckin eyes out lol.

Different people may have different answers in terms of what they'd feel most comforted by, but for me personally, I'd love this so much, because this is how I present and I desperately want to be Seen and Loved and have someone see my self-worth as being inherent and not tied into how "perfect" I am.

Closing thoughts:

Personally, there's not much that I'd feel offended by. To be honest, in addition to characters who fit the above points (various presentations, average-level interpersonal conflict, etc.), I also write characters who have that "stereotypical" presentation. I don't think there's anything wrong with it as long as it's not done maliciously, especially if there's other types of characters shown. (Similar to having both gay villains and gay protagonists or side characters, y'know)

The only thing I'd dislike / that would hurt my feelings is like... seeing a character be heavily demonized for their traits*, or the only characters with NPD being horribly abusive, or the usage of stigmatizing language (aka, if the character is spoken about the way buzzfeed articles speak about us).

*aka, demonized for the symptoms. Totally fine if someone does something shitty and it's pointed out as being shitty / if people dislike them for that lol.

Hopefully this isn't getting too long, but to give an example of what I mean, something I saw that did hurt my feelings was like-

There was an episode of a show where a character got super braggy and confident, and was relishing in the praise and admiration she was getting. Hinging her self-worth on that recognition and success. And her friends got annoyed and pissed off, simply because she was braggy. There were a couple of things here and there she did that were kind of insensitive, but that was never really pointed out or seen as the main issue, it was only her bragging that was being demonized for some reason.

And then her friends all ganged up behind her back and did something to intentionally trigger a crash and make her feel insecure and terrible about herself, all to "knock her down a peg". And the narrative framed that as being justified, framed her friends as being correct in this situation. They never once showed concern for her mental health or the fact that she was hinging her self-worth on other people's opinions of her, they tore her down for her bragging instead of either a) supporting and uplifting her, or b) showing concern for unhealthy mindsets, and they never even tried to approach her or communicate with her about the things she was doing that actually were insensitive.

Hopefully that wasn't too much of a tangent lol, but that's the type of thing I mean by "being demonized for their traits". Hate when all a character is doing is bragging and feeling good about themself and the narrative frames them in an extremely negative light for it :(

Okay I will wrap up the post here as it's already pretty long, but hopefully this helped a bit!! Thank you for the question, and good luck with your writing! ^^

[feniksido]

For some reason my post about the Heist in the Hells has been getting some traction recently so I thought maybe it's time to talk about my actual thoughts on what I would like to see in the hypothetical Heist in the Hells DLC (my personal hell)

I was trying to figure out a whole bunch of stuff about Mephistopheles and the 8th layer of the hells! First, the vaults are in Mephistar, a citadel on top of a Glacier named Nargus, which is piloted by Mephisto all over Cania constantly on the move. Mephisto has his slowly melting throne at the very center of the glacier, and the rest of the city is like a mini-hell with 3 terraced levels where the lowest level is with “lowly least devils” and mid tier for mid devils i guess and then hellfire masters and nobles and the wizards on the third higher levels. It’s heated on the inside of Mephistar! It has baths and scented fires (not sure what they smell like but I assume something other than fire?)

The rest of Cania is just like barren wasteland full of just the weirdest left over arcane energy cus of Mephisto’s experimentation, its cold as fuck and it has constant surveillance against spies, mostly spies sent by Dispater, mr THE Arms Dealer of all the planes, so you know that motherfucker mephistopheles is very used to these types of people showing up and trying to go into the vaults and such

NOW Helsik very specifically used the words “I punched a portal into the Archdevil’s dusty vaults”, so I assume it was directly into the vaults that they fell into. I'm not sure how this is even possible but i'm not one to ask questions that i will never understand the answers to (lying, im seething) 

However, regardless of the fact that I don't know how Helsik the queen that she is did that, she did do it. I imagine the vaults are huge and incredibly elaborate and probably several stories? Layers? Deep. The items and scrolls and information must all be neatly cataloged and kept track of in the most particular way because Mephistopheles is nothing if not obsessively controlling of all his knowledge and information

However the whereabouts of the actual physical objects must be like.. Constantly changing or magically protected so that those with no authorization cannot find their way through the vaults

Mephistopheles’s filing system is… insane but i do think he would keep track. Or make someone else keep track. He’s very busy. He typically hands down experiments he ran out of time to deal with in his busy schedule to his lessers so I wouldn't put it past him to have someone else also take care of the cataloging. The Crown of Karsus is NOT high on his priority list so i understand how this was potentially feasible to Gortash and The Dark Urge

Actually Talking about the heist itself now: 

I imagine that if a whole heist dlc (don't think we’re getting one but a man can dream) did happen it would start with a bit of exposition. Probably explaining a little bit of the Letters between Durge and Gortash. Specifically these ones:

Then we cut to a scene where they’re already at Helsik’s place. They’ve discussed the plans in depth, they’ve been doing test runs for this in the House of Hope and now it’s time for the real deal. 

Helsik “punches” the portal into the Vaults and they jump in. The portal closes behind them, Helsik will not allow herself to be implicated in anything. They take in their surroundings; they have to be quick, although it is heated inside of Mephistar the frigidness of Cania cuts deeper than anything Baldur’s Gate could ever manage. I imagine that they, having never been here before, look for something that can help them navigate/orient themselves in the vaults. Perhaps that whole cataloging system I talked about earlier. You can choose to ignore it and just go straight forwards checking every room making it substantially harder and less efficient which makes Gortash a little pissy at you for not taking his advice and helping him look for that or you can look around for one but the actual system for cataloging is encrypted 

Maybe a mini puzzle game can take place here, like the one with the brain in Moonrise Towers 

The thingy would then lead deeper into vaults where they would fight Gelugons (the main residents of the 8th layer also known as ice devils) and other assorted devils including pit fiends and pain devils. Maybe a couple dire polar bears also who knows who Mephisto but on his security team

At one point i want to come across an ice devil that much like Yurgir in the house of hope in act 3, can be convinced to side with you and become a temporary ally (perhaps it holds resentment towards Hutijin, mephistopheles’ second in command, and just got sick and tired of the monotony and wants to stick it to the man, i just want a devil in my party even for a second) 

If you manage to successfully persuade this devil to join you, Gortash might be impressed and tell you about how tricking a devil is no easy feat, you can ask him to elaborate on that and he might tell you a bit about his time in the house of hope as Raphael’s unwilling guest Who knows

Moving on, I’d like several more puzzles to delve deeper into the vaults, some that lead nowhere some that lead exactly where you need to go, if you did the earlier puzzle Gortash will be able to guide you and say which ones lead nowhere and which ones are the ones you need to do 

Eventually I want a mechanically engineered door to be the next hurdle which Gortash takes upon himself to solve on his own since he’s more well suited towards this kind of thing, during this, rounds and rounds of incoming security swarm around you both, and Durge has to defend Gortash while he works on getting the door open. Much like the quest for Halsin looking for Thaniel in the Shadowfell, you gotta keep the portal open but instead of “keep the portal open” its “keep Gortash alive and not distracted”

When the rounds of enemies are done you get a little cutscene where you see Durge being overwhelmed by the many devils and it cuts to Gortash who has just opened the door and he takes less than a second’s pause before he decides that instead of going through the door and escaping to relative safety on his own, leaving durge to die he helps durge and they are both able to get through the door sealing it behind them, now in relative safety, they both take a second to breathe 

You as durge now can talk to Gortash and have the dialogue options to say Thank you, scold him for dragging you away from the bloody slaughter, or question his decision to come back for you

I THINK IN MY MIND that the response for all these options would basically be the same, because Gortash is a well practiced speaker and knows exactly what to say but his body language would sort of give him away for the way he’s feeling about the option you choose 

Thanking him would lead to a more defensive “pushing away” way of saying “I still require your assistance, we’re not done. Don’t expect it to happen again.” tsundere ass but like imagine that but better written 

Scolding him would get a sorta like “I cant fucking believe this” as if he expected durge to be a little more practical about things and not lose focus in the madness that was that slaughter and rampage, like i said still the same but just “Argh! I still require your assistance! We are NOT done. DO NOT expect it to happen again if you intend to act this way.” He needs you to focus, not lose yourself in blood

Questioning and challenging his decision but not outright saying you disapprove would probably be playing right into the whole “equals who challenge each other” thing that he likes to do so it’d probably make him slow down, talk slower, make him really think about why he did it and do the thing where while talking he can't look at Durge in the eyes so he looks off to the side or down at the floor “I still need your help. We’re nowhere near done. Let’s not expect this to happen again, yes?” Like acknowledging that yes that was in fact weakness that neither of their masters tolerate (because obviously the correct thing a baneite would have done is let the bhaalspawn die so that he alone already so close to the crown could take it for himself) and almost regretful that he didn't have a better excuse

You continue forward and finally come into the room with the Crown of Karsus and the portfolio labeled “Accelerated Grand Design”, there they encounter a boss fight, probably not mephisto himself cus they’d be dead tbh but maybe a simulacrum or something idk here things get a bit dicey for me cus what the fuck! How do they get out? I thought maybe they do the fight and once they grab everything they need or want they maybe have an enhanced cloak of dimension door or maybe a scroll of teleportation or something to get them out of the deep deep VAULTS themselves and into a place where they can “safely” create another circle on this side with the components and specific instructions Helsik gave them 

They’d arrive home back in Baldur’s Gate and celebrate their victory briefly and bada bing bada boom the dlc is over. If i had it my way at the end right there those two idiot geniuses would get so horny from the powerrush and bloodlust they just experienced that they end the dlc with durgetash fucking nasty 

[whateverisbeautiful]

Spicy question for you after seeing the one about Lori 👀: What if Andrea had lived? Do you think TPTB would have went forward with Richonne? One the one hand, Rick and Andrea hadn’t developed a relationship as of her death and we know Gimple had (subconscious?) plans for Richonne. On the other hand, those plans could have been because he knew Andrea wasn’t long for that world and a lot of development can happen in 2.5 seasons (assuming the timeline remained the same). And if I’m being honest, the absolute UPROAR that would have occurred if Richonne happened while Andrea was still alive would have been something! Rick and Michonne definitely had more chemistry from jump but I don’t think they would have had the guts to make that big of a change but *Kanye West voice* “I guess we’ll never know.”

Ooh thanks for asking. I love 'I guess we'll never know' cuz it's very true. 😌 Any alternative scenario that some out there might've wanted will always have to just be hypothetical because Richonne and their epic love story is forever the reality of this TV franchise.

And the way I see it - even if Andrea, Lori, Jessie, or any of these ladies had lived, Richonne is still inevitable. But I definitely had to write out more of my thoughts on your questions below. ⬇️😊

First; I just have to say thank goodness things played out the way they did, because if the show tried to put TV Rick and Andrea together it would have been giving dry. 🏜 That scene in season one, when Andrea asks Rick about if she can take the necklace for her sister, seems to be one of the rare times the show even really attempted to hint at a potential romance between them. And I'm glad they scrapped it quickly. Lincoln and Holden played off each other best when Rick and Andrea were more genuinely at odds imo.

You're right about how the Richonne uproar would have been even more out of hand with Andrea still alive. 😟 Even if people thought TV Rick and Andrea had no romantic chemistry or disliked TV Andrea, there'd still be people irate that they didn't put them together anyway just to be comic-accurate (or really just to ensure Rick ends up with a blonde woman of his race no matter what.)

If Andrea had lived and still had her history of being with Shane and The Governor, I personally don't think TPTB would put Rick and Andrea together, even if they didn't put Rick and Michonne together. Or at least I hope they wouldn't, because it would just be way too messy to feel rewarding if Rick and Andrea got together after all that. Like they'd really be pairing Rick with yet another woman who preferred Shane. 😕 Rick deserved more than that.

And he got so much more too. 😌🙌🏽

I could see there being a bit more fear from TPTB to pair Rick and Michonne together with Andrea still alive tho, simply because of the response from certain parts of the fandom. But I still stand by my Richonne is inevitable belief. So even if Andrea was alive, I'm choosing to think they still make Rick and Michonne a couple. Even before it was officially in the works, Richonne is what the story so clearly and organically wanted.

Plus, Andy & Danai's chemistry as Rick and Michonne is too undeniable to overlook, so it almost would be more trouble to pretend like those two characters aren't soulmates than it would be to put Rick and Michonne together romantically like they're meant to. These looks and more are just not the type of things that happen between two people who strictly stay besties forever. 👌🏽

Overall, I'm just very grateful that Richonne was in every way destined to be a reality. 🙏🏽

[cheriden]

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투바투 ˙ . ˚ ₊ OT5 ꜝꜝ

using white dad vernacular 〔 💭 , 🩰 〕 in kindergarten 〔 💭 , 🩰 〕 most to least likely to have a corruption kink 〔 💭 , 🏩 〕

수빈 ˙ . ˚ ₊ SOOBIN ꜝꜝ

otonablue 〔 🍓 , 🩰 , 💌 〕 Celebrating your entry to senior high school, you decide to change your style up a bit. → The realization that he’s been gaping at you for a while hits him hard, clearing his throat as he comments, “You look stupid.” You fake a punch midair at his oh-so-insightful critique, pouting. Soobin notes the pink sheen that coats your bottom lip, feeling his heart stutter on itself.

liar, liar 〔 🍰 , 🎀 , 📨 , 🔞 , 🏩 〕 Yeonjun drags you to a party and you get caught up in the middle of truth-or-dare. → "Thought people wanted college to be over. Looks like they never want to let go.” Soobin jokes. You look down, swaying your feet out of shame for being one of those people.”

연준˙ . ˚ ₊ YEONJUN ꜝꜝ

across the room 〔 🍓 , 🩰 , 🔞 , 💌 〕 Yeonjun meets you at one of his parties, drunk out of your mind → He thinks you look stupid. Stupid is too harsh of a word—stupid in a sense that it’s endearing. His feet are planted in its place as you grow dizzy, seeking balance in the person beside you. Watching you stumble into the kitchen and laughing at nothing; he follows suit.

범규 ˙ . ˚ ₊ BEOMGYU ꜝꜝ

if you ever feel alone at parties 〔 🍓 , 🎀 , 🔞 , 💌 〕 Your best friend is oblivious to your feelings and you solve the unrequited love with alcohol. → Beomgyu sighs, settling beside you. “What’s going on between us?” He asks, taking your hand in his and rubbing circles on the side with his thumb. It’s warm. It’s friction. It’s the type of stuff you miss doing with him.

my "i love you" 〔 🍰 , 🎀 , 💌 , 🔞 , 🏩 〕 Your best friend with benefits (whom you have a crush on) blurs the line between friends and lovers further. → "You're so pretty, I love you." Brows furrowing, you tuck your mouth behind your teeth. Desperately trying to ignore his whimpers and profanities, you find it difficult as Beomgyu chants the phrase louder like a prayer.

not friends 〔 🍓 , 🩰 , 🔞 , 💌 〕 Beomgyu's a bit bothered by your relationship development with Soobin → “I would never bring a date here. They’d look at you and think bad things.” The panic over a hypothetical situation is evident on your face, and Beomgyu smirks. “Like we’re dating?” Your eyes widen in what seems to be horror, a dramatic gasp leaving you. “No! That we’re friends!”

needy streamer overload 〔 🍓 , 🔞 , 🏩 〕 The boy from across the hall hired you to assist in his streaming and admits his feelings for you on his livestream. → ‘Cause I don’t need a fucking mod anyway. I’ll deal with whatever comment is thrown my way because I’m not a pussy that needs to be kept in the dark.” If his solution is to fire you then date you, he may be as foolish as you feared. “You think that shit is easy?” You hiss, pushing him off you and onto his seat. “You know what people say about you, Beomgyu?” His body is trapped in between your arms, gulping down as you get close to his face. “They think you’re a fame whore who’s desperate for a click, and you should just slut yourself out for cash.”

태현 ˙ . ˚ ₊ TAEHYUN ꜝꜝ

yours to claim 〔 🍓 , 🎀 , 💌 , 🔞 , 🏩 〕 Your presumably fated familiar is averse to your relationship dynamic, and makes an all-out effort to convey so. → A bond supposedly as thick as blood. Together, they shaped what would become of their dynasty out of rubble and poverty. A rite so sacred and ancient it brings out envy from outsiders who wish to share the same oath. A vow so sanctified, it rivaled that of marriage.

휴닝카이 ˙ . ˚ ₊ HUENINGKAI ꜝꜝ

double extra large 〔 🍓 , 🎀 , 💌 , 🔞 , 🏩 〕 You’re at the grocery with your roommate, and as you empty the cart at checkout, you see a purchase that snuck itself onto the shopping list. → You grab his right hand without delay when he raises it to the cashier, and the item he’s been trying to conceal drops flat on the floor. The box shines in gold, the letters ‘XXL’ embossed in bold, large letters.  He quickly bends down to grab it. At the time that his head is level to yours and your eyes meet his, both widen with yours in shock, his in embarrassment

how to find out if your roommate is a vampire 〔 🍓 , 🩰 , 💌 , 🏩 〕 Your new roommate has been acting weird, and you've taken it upon yourself to get to the bottom of it.

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[polyklok]

Omg omg i love your writing!!! No words can describe how much I love it!

Imagine muderface with a s/o or crush that says the weirdest stuff, like some stuff that they have been through. It is so random! Like those tik toks that say "the Egyptians believed the most significant thing you could do is die" in the most randomest of situations.

Like imagine just chilling out doing nothing and y/n looks over at muderface and says "would a zombie apocalypse be a formal event? Like your buried in your best clothes?"

It woukd very so cool if you could write something for this but if you don't want to that's cool!

Just wanted to share my thoughts. No one I know watches Metalocalypse.

Thank you!!!

Have a wonderful day or night!!

(I didn't really check my grammar or spelling that well, I am sorry)

Murderface with an S/O that says ~random~ things!

“The color is actually named after the fruit.”

You baffle him daily. He never asked to be spoonfed random trivia, shower thoughts, or absurd hypothetical questions. And yet, here he was, eating it all up.

When William was first met with your verbal hijinks, he was just so, so confused. Why did you know this? Why were you telling him this?

“What?”

“Orange. Like, people just described the color as yellow-red or something before the orange fruit was spread around Europe and they got a new word for it. The color is named after the fruit.”

“…Okay???”

For a while, he thought you were trying to give him clues about something. He was just extremely suspicious of you. Like, surely there had to be a reason behind it, right? Well, no, and he soon just found it was a quirk of yours.

He was always told to shut up whenever he tried to pipe in or had an interesting fact to share, so you defying one of the fundamental rules of his life is a bit jarring.

As he grows closer and more comfortable to you, he gets used to your pondering and even begins to consider them. Maybe you have a point?

“What’s the minimum amount of ducks do you think it would take to fully kill an adult rhino?”

“I don’t fuchkin’ know. Probably a schit ton.”

“I bet, like, five. They’d just swarm him.”

“You are scho wrong. He’d schtomp them all to a pashte.”

Well now he’s gonna stay awake all night thinking about it. He can’t decide if you’re the stupidest person he’s ever met or the smartest. Either way, he gets a little flustered when facing the seemingly infinite expanse of your mind.

After a while, he begins to pick up your habit. In his own Murderface-way, of course. He had a pretty obvious interest in things like car mechanics and war history, but now he’s more willing to share all of what he knows with you. He’s really excited that someone finally seems interested in what he has to say, no matter how meaningless it is.

And once that door is open, he becomes more willing to open up on a deeper level. Even though he’s a dumbass, he does have a depth of intelligence, even if he isn’t great at articulating it. Be patient and you’ll get some fascinating conversation from him.

“Even if there isch a God…like, what the fuck, man?! You juscht gonna leave us all down here to suffer and schit? I might as well ignore you juscht to schpite you! What a dick move.”

William never realized how valuable it was to him just to be listened to. Simply talking to you slowly becomes one of the better parts of his day, everyday.

It takes a lot for Murderface to love and it takes even more to love him back. But the effort is well worth it with these types of riveting discussions;

“You have to fight a bug that’s 100 times its original size and you get one weapon from the medieval era. What is your bug and what’s your weapon?”

“Easchy. Butterfly, Croschbow. One arrow for each wing. Instant win.”

[thestartarot]

Virgo North Node / Pisces South Node Analysis

My own observations, take what resonates.

18 y/o and over due to sensitive topic nature. Thank you.

Soul color: Orange

Your Destiny point: find the meaning of forgiveness and peace. Be your own authentic self and embrace the warrior within.

What you have to overcome: forgive, let go of the inner critic, know that you are not meant to live in someone’s shadow, you are not parts of other people. Learn to care and be compassionate. Overcome perfection issues. Be strategic and logical in approach. Let go of ideas and patterns that don’t serve your best self.

Note****this does happen quite often for this placement, may toggle energy in life from Virgo NN and Pisces NN until finding the healthy balance of both. This journey isn’t as linear as other placements.

Childhood: This placement was born being told how perfect they are. They may have special skills, be an athlete, or a genius, or just wildly beautiful in the classic sense of the word. But, it was really never enough because it didn’t stop everyone around you from fighting and putting their needs over yours. This placement’s agency was heavily dismissed as a child by either the family unit or something social and cultural. There was a lot of tension in the house growing up. Persecution & the martyr Pisces being a big theme in this placement. You may have went to defend someone only to feel the same rejection they felt and it scared you to be so emotionally vulnerable and so much in the other person’s shoes that empathy wasn’t a lesson you wanted to learn again. You internalized the drama around you believing you needed to be perfect in order to be seen. Maybe even going to great lengths to conceal the craziness at home. It may have been tough to navigate the emotional drama around you, staying away from anybody in a position to yell at you, fight with you, etc. but don’t be mistaken, you definitely knew who’s bad side not to be on. There’s a lot of Astro critique that this placement needs to stop being so judgmental and critical, however in childhood the experience with, habitual fighting, constant struggle (possibly even financially), & the emotional volatility of others around them may have brought out the overtly objective Virgo making this placement quite numb and indifferent to others (key note for adulthood.)

This placement relied on the observation of patterns in behavior as tools needed for survival in such a competitive environment (home, school, extra curricular etc.) & Probably had siblings who were just as unique and magnetic as them (possible big gap in age forcing one to mature faster in order to stand up for oneself.) Parent may have fed off of this and used your assets to triangulate drama with you.

(Triangulated drama hypothetical ex: Your sister told me your dress looked bad, let me see the photos, maybe this color isn’t for you. ((Instead of raising your confidence in anyway)) —Placement then goes to sister and asks why that was said and sister says no I mean I said it didn’t photograph well but it wasn’t bad.) This type of drama fed into your need for perfection and could very well still be continuing in adulthood.

(***may translate into navigating the social media world and the expectations of perfection for younger generations with this placement. Plastic surgery or body altering aspirations)

Lots of piercings??

Adulthood: This placement remembers everything. Patterns of behavior in people you recognize from childhood are draining and you don’t have the time for it, making you look critical and judgmental. To move into Virgo north node, forgiveness is essential. It’s really the only way to give up the Piscean martyrdom. You don’t have to die over every slighted offense or every situation that brought you emotional pain and vulnerability. This placement may feel that in forgiving those that hurt them, they lose the armor they buried themselves in. Let go of what doesn’t serve you, but give it to God and practice forgiveness. Virgo is here boldly saying, “let’s look at this practically instead of allowing ourselves to get so emotionally worked up.” Looking at things from a practical approach and using the Pisces intuition from childhood will help you to dodge dramatic events more effectively rather than allowing yourself to become so embroiled and so enthralled. Learn to let go and live more authentically. Channel the Piscean qualities of mental compartmentalization into Virgo’s methods of actively organizing one’s life towards a more healthy one.

For this placement, I like the reference to the Bible that friendship is the ultimate goal but if that can’t be established at least forgive as you were forgiven. Don’t let the heart grow cold. I know it was a dog fight to get here.

How to overcome: forgiveness, forgiveness. You are not expected to be perfect. Nobody is. && understanding that you are your own person and not a lesser version than your siblings or friends will help you find authenticity. Finding out who you are instead of who someone made you out to be will help you to build confidence. Avoid the replay of childhood and refrain from losing all of yourself in a romantic relationship. That can get exhausting because you need to focus on constantly building yourself with love and peace. Silence the inner critic in you that wants to remind you of every mistake. We learn from life’s lessons. Don’t compare yourself to others. They ain’t all that. You absolutely were truly born gifted and everyone around you knows it. So allow that to be the stepping stone into being more confident and don’t forget that. Couple the Pisces that is charming, loving, and a real beauty with the Virgo that is logical and calculating and success will be abundant. Brush off the drama and walk through fire like you are dancing in the rain!!

You were born with a special gift and you don’t have to have the anxiety of looking for it, it’s already perfectly there. Be present, meet oneself where they are. Virgo NN wants you to know you have a fiery light that is to be loved and nurtured by you. Warrior.

— Casper

Aries NN next