#this is a mess of rambles but i do think its so fucking interesting to view society via an anthropological viewpoint

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[lem-argentum]

playing ff.xiv blind as a th.ancred fan from the beginning is so funny. “hmm i wonder where than is- WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS POSSESSED BY ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL BEINGS IN THE UNIVERSE….....” “hmm i wonder what happened to than after he was teleported from the- HIS ABILITY TO INTERACT WITH THE NATURAL ENERGY OF THE WORLD WAS SEVERED AND HE HAD TO FEND FOR HIMSELF FOR MONTHS IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE????” “yaay than gets to help us with planning our defenses :D- DID HE JUST DIEoh he’s not dead his soul was just RIPPED AWAY TO ANOTJEJR WORLD????!?!?” “ohh he gets to fight r.yne’s awful guardian figure i wonder what he’s gonna- DID HE JUST DIEoh he’s fine nevermind he gets to have resolved character development now :)” “aww okay we get to go to the end of the universe together, and he’s already gone through so much so clearly nothing bad will happen to hDID HE J

[ileftherbackhome]

i think a lot about how the only people in america who were supporting amber heard in 2022 were black people and terfs for the most part. like i didnt know there was a famous ass bitch called jessica something who was a terf because my tweets about amber heard earned me a following on twitter from this person and i think we interacted a couple of times publically but never to the point where i knew she was a terf until i watched a youtube video last year about terfs today and she was brought up.

and on tiktok, i followed several black creators (they were autistic too for the most part which is very interesting to me) who supported amber heard that i was so grateful for at the time to see because it truly felt so grounding to see normal people speak out publically in support of amber at that time.

and i do think it's extremely telling that black young people were once again the only normal group of human beings during a big Societal Defining Event and it saddens me that they are harrassed and bullied for it only to end up on the right side of history every time.

like im thinking a lot about the public media response to amber heard and how it plays out within our demographics.

and this is before you even get to the fact that johnny depp's lawyer has literal ties to the russian bot misinformation operation. Like actual documented ties.

before we even talk about how in 2016, when all of this went down, incels were shitting on amber and calling her a golddigger and there was a huge overlap between the alt right accounts on tumblr supporting trump and hating amber heard. like these accounts, if they still exist, can be studied to show that amber heard hatred originated within the incel alt right communities.

and this is before we start talking about how mewing and like other literal incel racist ideology is super popular on tiktok now and tiktok was central to ben shapiro spending thousands of dollars on anti amber heard bot accounts.

like babe what the fuck why dont we talk about this more.

[nicksolemnlyswears]

COMFORT ME, STAY WITH ME

pairing: aegon targaryen x targaryen!reader

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: spoilers for s2e2 of HoTD, mentions of murder and death of a child, surprisingly i thinks there isn't any cursing or smut, maybe next time ;) just good old sad aegon

a/n: this is my first time ever writing for HoTD or GoT for that matter. please be kind to me. i tried to use appropriate wording for the time period. i'm somewhat successful but i have work ahead of me to become a pro.

i felt so enraged when alicent walked out on her grieving son to go fuck around with cole. what the fuck is your problem? i always gave her the benefit of the doubt but this episode just proves what a terrible mother she is. i figured the only person fit to comfort my baby boy aegon is someone raised by rhaenyras gentle heart.

lowkey want to make a throuple out of reader, aegon, and helaena. readers gonna be a little psychologist lol. she'd hold their hands and force them to kumbaya haha but obviously they'd be like this cant work without you. maybe they'll follow aegon the conqueror and have her as a second wife but idk would anyone be interested in that? i'm rambling. enjoy!

Helaena’s Turn

STAY WITH US

The cold stone of the Red Keep kept you company as you strode through its halls. The breeze of the night offered you comfort and aided your mind to forget the terrible events that have plagued the Keep.

And yet, despite your energies being depleted, you can't seem to find rest. Loss weighs you down and spirals you into a depth of overbearing thoughts, making sleep a mere idea.

The Red Keep, the place you once called home, has become your prison. For weeks, you were not allowed out of your chambers, and for a short time afterward, a guard followed you wherever you went.

It has all changed, though. The death of the King's son has diverted all of the guard's forces to find the culprit. The priority is to search for the monster that gruesomely and cruelly decapitated a child while he slept rather than to watch over a harmless Princess who is simply not on their side.

As a result, you're now free to roam the castle, granted there are eyes all around. You wouldn't be able to step foot outside the castle if you tried, and any suspicious activity would immediately be reported to the Hand of the King.

For an unknown reason, your feet guide you to the King's chambers, where indiscernible, muffled sounds come from. You look around and find that the guard meant to protect the King is absent. It's worrisome. You stand in the middle of the stone hallway, your hands clasped, as you make a decision.

While your loyalty lies with the Blacks, you cannot stand and watch more of your family be killed, including the Usurper. Daemon has always been 'kind' in mentioning that your gentle heart will cause your death. You'd argue it's an honorable way to go.

You slip through the ajar door quietly, getting closer to the sound. There is destruction across the room. The Old Valyria model your grandfather worked on for most of his life is scattered on the floor, beyond salvation. Goblets and spilled wine, thrown in a fit of rage, decorate the walls.

It is only when a sharp gasp and a shuddering breath echo around the room that you recognize the sounds you heard outside. They are cries.

You release a breath of relief. No one is in danger, although it does not signify someone is not hurting. You peak further into the room and debate on your next course of action. If the mess inside the chambers and the lack of guards mean anything, it's that the King would like to be alone.

But you know Aegon. You grew up with him. He's not one to reach out for help until it's too late. You make a haste decision. Aegon will not grieve alone tonight.

You know what that's like. Your brother, Lucerys, was murdered not too long ago, and you had no choice but to mourn alone. The Hand of the King locked you in your chambers, afraid your temper would lead you to do something drastic. It's the most horrid thing you've ever endured.

How you wished for Rhaenyra, or anyone for that matter, to hold you while you cried. A maid would've sufficed, but no one was allowed entry into your chambers.

Aegon sits by the fireplace, his head hung low, as he cries for his dead son. It might not have looked like it, but Aegon deeply cared for the boy. He wished to be better than his father ever was, and he was succeeding.

Until two days ago.

You've witnessed firsthand the blanket of sorrow that has covered the Red Keep, spent many hours by Haelena's side, offering her your shoulder, and never realized the King would need the same.

Why is Aegon alone? He should not have to go through this by himself. You expected he would have surrounded himself with his men and countless bottles of wine or sought refuge in Helaena's arms since they shared the same grief.

A heartbreaking cry snaps you out of your thoughts—his whole body trembles from loss. Aegon gasps for air to aid his burning lungs, yet he can't control the tears that track down his cheeks and the raking breaths that course through his body and limit his breathing.

He does not know what to make of himself. His fingers shake as he fumbles with the ring on his finger—the one with the dragon crest. Aegon doesn't know what to make of himself. He's never endured this sort of loss.

His sobs are the ones of a man who lost a part of himself. Jaehaerys, his legacy, has gone too soon. Aegon spent time with the boy the morning before his death, doting on him like Viserys never did to him.

He's so lost in his grief that Aegon doesn't hear when you stumble upon a piece of cast from the model. Being careful with your steps, you reach Aegon's side and place a hand on his shoulder.

Alarmed, he turns to face the person who disturbs him, only to find you—you who have been keeping the Hightower siblings together despite belonging to the other side.

"Leave me be," he sniffs, staring back into the fire. He wonders if that's how his son's pyre looked earlier that day.

You kneel on the floor, settling between his legs to cup his cheeks in your palms. Wide, glossy lilac eyes stare back as they fill with more tears.

As his tears fall, you wipe them away. It's enough to make Aegon crumble in your arms, releasing louder cries and questions that will forever remain unanswered.

It's so easy to let go when you know someone is there to catch you.

Aegon fists your dress like a child would to its mother. You rub his back soothingly, holding him as tightly as you're able. You press a kiss to the side of his head, whispering calming words.

Aegon never wanted to be king, yet the moment he tries to fulfill his duty the moment he tries to be a proper king, he is rewarded by his son being brutally taken from him.

It's not a fair world. The Gods have never been kind to him, and he's afraid he'll only ever live a life of torment.

Now, more than ever, he doesn't want to be King. It is a mere reminder of how heavy the crown truly is. It's a shackle meant to keep him in place while others act upon his name while he pays for the consequences.

"Jaehaerys was a bright soul. I am sorry this has happened. You should've never had to experience this pain," you whisper in his ear. No parent should experience the death of their child. It is a sad reality the Targaryens have experienced all too well.

Aegon nods in agreement, and only when he's calm enough to speak does he tear himself away from your embrace. He instantly misses your warmth and the smell of roses in your hair.

"Why are you comforting me when you should be celebrating my demise?" His waterline is stained red, just like the tip of his nose, and he's never looked more innocent than in that moment.

You tilt your head sadly, that same emotion reflected in your eyes. "I do not celebrate the loss of innocents, especially one that has gone too soon. I also do not particularly like the notion of someone I hold dear grieving alone."

"You did," he sniffs. He remembers hearing your cries that night; the whole Red Keep could. You cried and screamed the entire night until you fell asleep from exhaustion and starvation.

Otto prohibited them from coming to you. Haelena tried, but he dismissed the idea with the false notion that you'd hurt her in your grief. Otto confuses you with your parentage. Unlike them, you're kind and gentle and wouldn't dare hurt anyone.

"Which is how I know I would never wish it upon my worst enemy." You brush your fingers through his blonde hair, tucking the messy strands behind his ears.

"Is that what I am to you? An enemy?" He asks, disgruntled.

"No," you answer immediately, your hands coming down to rest upon his chest. His breathing has calmed since you first saw him. "At least, not yet."

His lilac eyes bore into hers in search of the truth; shyly, you hold onto his gaze with nothing to hide except your intentions to help. Sighing, he closes his eyes and bumps his forehead against yours. Aegon will take what he can get. There's seemingly no one else to help him deal with his emotions.

"Stay," he pleads, holding onto the hand that's placed on his chest. This is the most at peace he's felt in a while. He wishes to savor it for a moment longer.

"For as long as you need, my King," you reply, closing your eyes.

"Aegon," he says. He refuses to be reminded of what lies outside his bed chambers. For just a moment, he wishes to simply be Aegon.

"Aegon," you respond, correcting yourself. He squeezes your hand appreciatively, tucking your head on his neck.

He keeps you in his arms until late hours in the night, recounting memories he shared with Jaehaerys. The pain is real and raw, and he won't be well for a long time, but for this night, Aegon will seek solace in your embrace, where he knows he won't be judged or be seen as a burden.

In your arms, he's not Aegon' the Magnanimous.' He's not seen as careless or reckless or the lesser child of Alicent Hightower.

He's Aegon.

helaena’s part has been posted! HELAENA’S TURN

Final part! STAY WITH US

that’s it! it’s sweet and short. i just wanted to have someone comfort aegon like he deserves. during that scene i wished i could jump into t he screen and hug him. it’s all so tragic.

i wish i could do the same with haelena. my girl needs to be coddled. fuck alicent. fuck otto. most importantly fuck criston cole.

if you enjoyed this one shot please don’t forget to like or comment and if you want more of it feel free to let me know! i don’t bite (unless you want me to)!

[puckinghischier]

so hi.. i keep thinking about how hot (and probably hopefully rough) sex would’ve been after last night’s game. you do with that information what you’d like.. i just thought i’d share my thoughts y’know completely and utterly innocent like.

✶ hope you had the best day alli, baby!! ‹𝟹

oh harls, my beautiful, beautiful quinn lover.

of course quinn would be in the need of some…rage activities once he got home. he’d be seething the entire bus ride back to the hotel, thinking about how cocky those assholes on the kings were all night. i mean, the hit on brock? the multiple intentional penalties? the cheap move from clarke?

it was all he could do to contain himself until his penalty, finally having had enough of the nasty plays. and while he was letting himself seethe and stew in his hatred, all he could think about is the fact you’re going to be waiting in his hotel room for him.

when he walks through the door, you’re laying on the king sized bed, having received his text he sent you from the locker room directly after the game.

naked. on the bed. now. absolutely no touching yourself (trust me, i’ll fucking know). don’t move until i say so.

he made you send him a picture for confirmation, wanting to know you’ll be so worked up in anticipation by the time he walks through that door you’ll be putty in his hands.

and while he’s already worked up and agitated from the game, the sight of your hand snaked between your legs, head thrown back onto his pillow, soft pants falling from your lips, has him seeing red.

he drops his bag loudly, seeing as you were so lost in the feeling of your own fingers you didn’t hear the heavy door open and shut.

the sound finally startles you out of your blissful state, arms flying up to cover yourself in a panic, dropping them to rest on your stomach when you realize it’s just quinn. the look on his face, however, does nothing to calm your racing heart.

“thought i told you specifically not to touch yourself,” he grits out, clenching his jaw so tightly he could barely speak.

you still, having been so ready and needy you completely forgot about the rule. sitting there, bare pussy exposed to the chill of the room, was torturous in the best way. you could feel yourself drip onto the freshly made bed, so the initial contact was simply the swipe of a finger to try and prevent any further mess. but the warm contrast of your finger on the cold slick of your cunt felt too good, spurring you to give your clit just a brief touch. just enough to hold you over.

before you knew it, you heard the thud of quinn’s bag and clearing of his throat, not even remembering how you ended up knuckle deep in your own core.

“i-i’m so sorry. it’s just, it was cold, and i was so wet, so i tried to clean myself up a bit, but my finger was so warm, and then i thought just one touch wouldn’t hurt,” you ramble out one long run-on sentence trying to plead your case.

“oh, i see” he starts walking towards you, quickly stripping himself of his t-shirt. “you were so ready for me, that you couldn’t wait on me, is that it?”

your face heats, realizing how pathetic it all is, really.

“well, when you put it like that…” you can’t even make eye contact with him, looking down at his hands instead.

quinn starts to untie the string on his sweatpants, letting them drop and walking right out of them as he comes to a stop at the end of the large bed.

“yeah…that’s what i thought,” he smacks his teeth at you in disapproval, shaking his head back and forth.

you take in the sight of him before you. toned body, pale skin, and my god, the hair. you’ve always been one to love body hair on a man, but seeing his large, exposed thighs, and the perfect dusting of the thick, dark hairs all over them, has your hand itching to find its way back between your slick folds.

he starts to palm himself over his boxers, earning a whimper from you in return. the noise piques his interest, eyebrow raising as he looks down at you.

“oh…you want this?” he reaches down to free his thick cock, sighing at the relief of the cloth restriction.

you don’t know if you should respond or not, scared of the consequences either way. you decide on an eager nod, mouth nearly watering at the sight.

“yeah, figured you did. always so needy, so ready to be whatever i need you be,” he says dismissively. “and lucky for you, i need this tonight, too. or i’d make you sit here and watch me stroke myself until i couldn’t take anymore, spewing everything i have all over you and this bed before making you go to sleep needy and unsatisfied. your punishment for touching yourself before i could get here.”

he must be able to see the panic in your eyes at the possibility, knowing he’s upset but surely he’s not that upset with you.

“but,” he starts, rubbing his thumb over his pink tip, “i think what i have planned is punishment enough. plus, i need you tonight, my sweet girl. need you to be my vice, my cure for all these…feelings i have pent up.”

you feel the physical jolt your core does, causing your body to flinch.

quinn discards his underwear entirely, placing one knee on the plush bed to start making his way to your body. you’re still sprawled out, skin buzzing at the thought of his touching yours.

once he’s hovering above you on all fours, he brings his head down to place a feather light kiss to your lips. when he pulls away, you chase him, pouting at the barely there contact.

“nope. only kiss you’ll get tonight, i’m afraid,” he sits up on his knees, in-between your open legs.

you whine out, always loving the hot, open-mouth kisses you two share while he’s inside of you.

“ehh, no more whining, either. should’ve thought about that before you broke the rules,” he scolds you, bringing his hands down to move your legs up, bending both of your knees so your feet rest flat on the bed.

once your knees are bent, he takes your hands that were resting on your stomach and splay them out on their respective sides.

“now, since you didn’t do like i asked you to so nicely, even though i’m so, so mad tonight, no touching me,” he looks down into your eyes as he says it, making sure you understand his rules.

“so, no kissing, no touching, no whining? what, i’m basically your sex doll tonight?” you sass him, rolling your eyes.

now, you expected a reaction out of him. it was your intent, actually. you expected a small smack to the leg, or a wagging finger with a stern look.

what you didn’t expect was to feel his hand come up and grasp your face, squishing your cheeks together so hard you’re forced to bite them just to allow any sort of give from the pressure.

he jerks your face to look at him, bringing his own so close you can feel his hot, angry breath on your face.

“that’s exactly right. you’re my doll tonight. mine to use as i see fit. however i want. you know why?” he pauses, heaving breaths in and out as he waits, as if you’d actually be able to answer him. “because i’m mad. i’m mad that the stupid kings thought they could beat up on my team tonight and get away with it. i’m mad that brock was taken out during the first period because of a purposeful hit. i’m mad, because the one thing i asked you to do, you couldn’t fucking do it.”

he’s seething at this point, an animalistic kind of anger radiating through his body.

your heart races in both fear and excitement. you hardly ever get to see this side of quinn, and you don’t know exactly what all was said or done on that ice tonight, but you’re sure you’re going to be able to feel the effects of it all for the next few days to come.

he releases your cheeks roughly, standing tall on his knees.

“since you claim you were so wet earlier you just couldn’t resist starting without me, too drunk on your own fingers to know what you were doing, you shouldn’t need any help then, should you?” he asks, reaching down to feel the arousal pooling in your exposed heat.

you want to whine. you want to whine and protest and complain, but before you can even think about breaking another rule of his, your breath is knocked from your lungs.

without any warning whatsoever, quinn slams into you completely, leaving no inch of your canal untouched. on instinct, you start to reach your arms up to grasp onto him, needing to ground yourself to him.

“i wouldn’t, if i was you,” he growls out, pulling out completely before slamming into you again, gripping one of your hips for stability.

dropping them back down to the mattress, you grasp the sheets so tightly you worry you’ll rip them.

your body jolts with each slam of his rigid cock into your hole, completely removing himself each time before snapping his hips so forcefully you swear you can feel it in your throat.

“god, have no clue how fucking angry i’ve been tonight”, he huffs out, not faltering his pace. “all night, watched those smug goons think they could do whatever they wanted, to whoever they wanted. then the refs wouldn’t even let me return the favor when given the chance. it’s bullshit,” he spits with a particularly harsh thrust.

you’re trying your best to lay there, unmoving, occupying your hands with the soft cotton underneath you. a choked sob of pleasure makes its way out when he hits a spot so deep inside of you, you had no clue it existed until this moment.

“but knew i was gonna get to come home to you,” he continues, distracted momentarily by the bounce of your tits with each thrust. “my sweet, sweet girl who always listens to what i say. who’s always so ready to do what i need her to do for me.”

he reaches up to pinch one of your hard nipples. you flinch, but remember to keep your hands down.

“and imagine my surprise, when i walk in the door to see you already making yourself feel good after i told you to wait on me,” he switches his hand to your other nipple, show it some attention. “made me so fucking angry all over again. was so prepared to come in and take care of you, low and slow all night. a treat for you and for me. but you just had to go and ruin it, didn’t you?”

at this point, even if you wanted to speak you couldn’t. you’re quite literally being fucked dumb right now. the effort of keeping your body still isn’t even a challenge anymore, limbs so heavy with pleasure you’re basically his to manipulate and use as he wishes.

you don’t even feel your orgasm approaching. one second you’re listening to his frustrations, the next you’re half deaf and seeing stars.

quinn stutters only slightly, abandoning his touch on your tits to move his hand to your throbbing clit.

“god, this was so fucking easy. this turn you on? me mad at you, not letting you do what you want, just like i didn’t get to do what i wanted?” he talks you through your bliss, watching your body shake and shiver while he continues his deep thrusts.

his fast circles on your clit don’t ease up, even after you’ve come down from your high. you try to wiggle your body away, your sensitivity making you squirm.

quinn’s grip on your hip tightens, halting your movement.

“don’t fucking move,” growls at you, basking at how easy it is for him to glide in and out of you, his dick covered in your release. “you’re gonna give me another one, i don’t care how sensitive you are. know you can do it. my own little slut.”

the name surprises you, quinn never really has been one for using stuff like that in the bedroom. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t cause the feelings of another release to start swirling again, though.

his resolve starts to deteriorate, but he’s determined to milk one more from you before he enjoys his own release.

“c’mon. it’s the least you can do f’me, really,” he grunts, somehow rubbing even faster circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. “after no one at the game would let me retaliate, and after i had to sit in the fucking box for two minutes for just returning a little bit of what they dished out all night, giving me all you’ve got isn’t a lot to ask, is it?”

you try to shake your head, but the increased pace of his forceful thrusts causes your head to bob all over the place.

he can feel your walls starting to flutter again already, knowing it won’t take much to send you over the edge.

keeping his hand in between your legs, applying both pressure and friction to your clit now, he bends his body over to attach his mouth to your tit, showing the the area attention once again. he swirls his tongue around your sensitive nub.

the feeling alone is delectable, causing you to writhe in pleasure. but the second you feel his teeth encase the delicate bud, biting down, you explode yet again.

you don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your life. you cry out, so loud and so pornographic quinn worries someone will complain, but loving every second of the sound.

you’re convulsing underneath him, tears leaking from your closed eyes at the intensity of the pleasure radiating throughout your body.

“fuck, that’s it. swear your pussy’s trying to trap me in there, doesn’t want me to leave,” quinn groans, feeling like his dick is literally being suctioned into your body.

after a few more sloppy thrusts, his balls tighten and he coats your walls with his release. he moans out, mixing with your perfect whimpers and whines as the shocks of his own orgasm cause you to twitch.

after he’s sure your body has sucked him dry, quinn pulls out of you, pushing your knees down so he can roll over to the side of you, throwing his own tired body in the mattress.

you both lay beside one another, panting and letting your bodies catch back up to you. he reaches over to grab your hand, every ounce of anger having left his body through his orgasm.

he’s back to being his usual, soft self, as he rolls over to place a kiss to your temple.

you’ve come to a little bit, turning your head to look over at his smiling face.

“maybe…maybe i should start a pact with these teams you play each week to make you mad and rile you up during games more often,” you softly speak, voice slightly hoarse from your orgasmic screaming. “if this is what i get in return, think it’d be worth the price,” you smirk at quinn.

he lets out a quiet chuckle at your words, bringing a hand to brush some hair out of your face, finally placing a real kiss to your lips.

when he pulls back you open your eyes to admire him, but are met with a serious, stern expression.

“don’t push it.”

[still-fatemeh]

...Passion Is the Gale.

16! Stormbringer chuuya x reader

(Part 0)

(I gave the reader a name because I hate writing y/n but ya'll can read it as your own name. Note for the uncultured people, Takako was the poet's wife. I thought since Nobuko Sasaki was the name of kunikida's lover both in real life and in the Osamu dazai's entrance exam (kinda), I could do the same thing with chuuya.)

"You're sooo tiny, chuuya..."

"huh?"

If she wasn't shit-faced at the moment, he would've thrown her out the window like yeeting a fucking piece of trash outside.

Takako came closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. His nervous system went haywire, blood rushing to his face as she looked up at him through her lashes. How could he forgive her so easily in the blink of an eye when not even a minute ago he was planning to toss her out the window? Heh, weird...

God, it hurt. His head felt dizzy, eyes unable to focus. Maybe he'd gulped down more champagne than he could possibly handle. His surroundings were blurring, his grip on reality was starting to crumble. He was about to faint. Interesting... But he couldn't feel the buzz of alcohol quite yet, the sweet feeling of release, the same one that filled his head with momentary peacefulness and a feeling of happiness. He was at ease.

But now, at the moment, he wasn't. His mouth was dry, it tasted like blood... He felt like times when dazai was wasted, when that guy drank, he couldn't escape his thoughts, he couldn't bask in the same sense of satisfaction and ease as the rest of them. Dazai, with whiskey, further drowned in his own agony, his thoughts were leeches, sucking the will to live out of him. Like a wounded animal choking on its own blood. No, maybe that wasn't dazai...

That was him.

He felt takako's lips pressing against his skin, soft and gentle unlike every other touch he's known. He could feel her shifting on his lap, giggling. God, she was perfect like that... And he had her all to himself. Ane-san was right. Maybe... Just maybe... He could maybe spend the rest of his life drunk on her affection. And she was willing to give it all to him, after all she had no one else to cherish. This was the only way this girl ever got affection. So she kept him around like a precious doll she could love...

Her mouth reeked of alcohol, her breath felt hot against his face. Takako was right there, she was looking at him, she was kissing him, she was right there...

SHE WAS RIGHT THERE...

Chuuya was feeling more human and hooked on his flesh. It wasn't wrong, right? That felt raw, human... when he pressed her down on the couch, having her lay on her back with him on top. Her cheeks were rosy and it was as if she'd just remembered to act all shy and embarrassed. She kept glancing away from him, unable to hold his gaze but she was all he could look at. Her hair was splayed out on the couch like a masterpiece from the greatest of the great artists.

He reassured.

What he did... felt strange, but right. It wasn't wrong to act on his instincts, was it?

She laughed... takako would laugh at him for thinking like that, probably asking him "what 'bout that felt wrong?"

and he'd answer: "Me. I don't know what possessed me to do that..."

"Ha! What? that was amazing~ oof, really... Fucking amazing..."

She was right, it was amazing. *She* was amazing.

"Shhh, not another word. What's with the sudden change of heart? You wanted to have lit candles and stuff for your first time? How about roses? We can make like that next time, if you're still interested..."

He could almost see her clearly, hear her talk, tease him, ramble, curse... Oh God, his eyes were playing tricks on him.

His vision swam.

Takako was asleep... but her chest wasn't moving up and down. She was laying flat on her stomach, her arm loosely hanging over the edge of the bed, almost touching the ground. Black hair splayed out as beautifully as ever and... there was peace in her expression.

Her room didn't get as messed up as The Old World after verlaine's visit. She wasn't dismembered or brutally murdered. He wished she wasn't. He couldn't imagine the thought of...

She'd put up quite the fight, apparently. Face bruised, and when he lifted the blanket that was so carefully brought all the way up to her neck, he felt his stomach churn in disgust.

Takako's leg was missing from the knee down. The sheets were red, bloody red. He looked down at his bloodsoaked gloves for a moment, before lifting her shirt.

He took a step back.

It was no pleasant sight, but in all honesty, he'd seen worse... But this was takako, SHE was the one whose skin was peeled off like peeling an orange.

"Chuuya-sama, are you well? You don't seem to be in a very good mental state, I'll figure out a way to cheer you-"

Adam was interrupted by the sound of someone puking.

Chuuya knelt down to catch his breath.

Goddammit... Why did he feel like crying like a little kid? He didn't even when the flags died, but when even his so called 'family', The Sheep, betrayed him. Not when he betrayed them.

He'd failed to protect her, he'd failed to protect them all. Adam rushed to his side but he pushed the european detective aside.

He got the massage and didn't step forward.

Chuuya wiped the corner of his mouth, looking at the vomit on the ground that was mixed with blood. What a nasty combination...

One last look at her face, and he was done.

Takako was dead.

[ndostairlyrium]

okay, major spoilers + me being very critical and rambly so feel free to dodge

who is this person?

what mess, specifically?

why is Harding the only one that gets mad?

how did they think this cutscene was a good idea?

I deliberately chose the smug / angry option to have a legit "stay at your place kid" reaction from her, because I think one of the things that unites all the Inquisitors is that they cared. They fucking cared and were taken advantage of. They were treated like a pawn from the beginning, and they fucking subverted it. What is the mess she's talking about? Being there when it was needed the most? Stopping a legit apocalypse? HOW DID SHE MAKE THE SOUTH VULNERABLE OMG she fucking strengthen it!! It was at its lowest and I'm betting that without the Inquisition it would have been destroyed entirely, even without Corypheus. And she shouldn't need fucking scout Harding to tell a kid to shut their mouth, if that was the real Inquisitor, he would be on the floor crying for mum

We stopped Mages and Templars from mauling each other, and possibly revolutionized their relationship. Prevented Grey Wardens to self destruct and (possibly) helped them to raise their numbers. Put an end to the stupidest civil war in history. We picked the most influential cult leader in the south (the ma' thing had me screaming like, out of everything you could say the Divine has done for the struggle, you're telling me that this is all she can bring to the table? Just reassure Harding she's safe, like, why are you bragging?). Not to mention all those war table missions that are *useless*, like idk, mediating between Ferelden and Orlais? Just to pick one. But everything is inconsequential, apparently. "Hey, Ferelden and Orlais are finally working together in an united front against the Darkspawn" <- that would have been SO COOL

Morrigan being like "she worked hard these past 10 years" is the cherry on top, really. Basically all the hours spent planning my worldstate are limited to "upsidupsi things are bad, have a statuette" with the grey hoodie like an influencer that sold molded lipsticks to their followers. Do I really need someone to reiterate that she's awesome? Can't you show me instead? Are they really recommending the fucking inquisitor??

Give me someone BIG, someone that wears the struggle, with travel clothes, eyebags, dirt on her fingertips, a battered prosthetic. Tell me visually that I'm talking with someone that's leaving the battlefield (with tremendous costs because, like, one of your generals is kilometers away) to bring help and ask for help. I really hope that statuette is worth the costs in lives, because if that statue is a fucking mcguffin I'll scream. In this cutscene she looks more like one of those generals they use for recruitment posters rather than an actual person and I'm mortified for her

Dude, I'm fuming. Fuming. This is fucking ridiculous.

What she should have answered: "Who the fuck are you to judge, and where is Varric? I need to talk to an adult." / "Leave Harding and go do something constructive"

Ankh, they did you so dirty oh my GOD

Do you know how many more interesting scenarios could have been exposed if we had kept some of our decisions?? I guess I'll stick with the "I'm incompetent" version, not that the other options are better...

This meeting could've been an email

[shoezuki]

rambling bout divinity au in the wake of the new fic:

sampo Did in fact wipe gepards memory of that night. but at this point in the rough timeline i have in mind sampo has fucked w gepards memory So Much and hes... not really good at it like thats fuli's job. so gepards building up a resistance

sampo has a tendency to wipe geps memory a Lot and often for stupid shit. like mid chase sampo trips and eats shit? oo thats embarassing cant have gep remembering that.

(another fic idea is the first chase where gepard actually catches sampo and sampo is so flustered he causes a localized ecological disaster around em and accidentally grows plants n flowers around gepard and then wipes geps memory)

gepard 100% knows that sampo was the one who arrested elias/the dude who stabbed him. he knows that sampo somehow got around all of their guards and security. he knows sampo tried to mess with his memory somehow.

i dont want gepard to seem like an airhead in this. kind of hard to balance it because his obliviousness to aeonic influences is central to the whole au but at the point of this fic. he Knows theres something not 'right' w sampo

at this point gepard knows sampo isnt human or has some inhuman things going on. hes decided its not relevant to the records against him and refuses to mention it or allude to it.

serval was mentioned for exactly 1 line but i have a fic planned from her perspective. she knows sampo isnt human and does her own investigations against him which leads to her butting hands with natasha. pela also knows 'something' is up w sampo but moreso about how sampo feels bout gepard.

gepard shuts down all insistances that sampo is abnormal esp from serval and pela because he doesnt want anything to change for sampo. its sort of his own way of being protective

i cut out that segment where sampo goes to natasha before finding elias but my idea is that sampo goes to natasha for comfort very often. they have a strong mutual understanding and shes kinda like an older sister/maternal figure sometimes to him

(his 'childhood' was shit and he sees his own experiences in the underworld children. so hes envious of how nat treats them lovingly because he never had that and has never had any supportive older figure considering hes not human)

i loved writing the segment with lan because lan's origins as an aeon are interesting to me.

considering lan rose to aeonhood from a hatred for Yaoshi, how sampo felt when spiralling in his anger towards elias is how lan 'feels' all the time. Lan is an aeon but is a very... emotion based aeon.

thats why lan reached out to sampo but never aha. he could feel sampos anger and relate to it. (lan's message was almost a warning as well as a jab at sampo being 'weak')

sampo thinks gepard is an emanator of qlipoth but hes so wrong.

sampo considers making gepard his emanator. he wouldnt though. if he was aha? absolutely. but hes human now and knows doing something like that and altering gepard without his knowledge would be a betrayal. gepard isnt suited for elation anyways

people who know sampo isnt exactly human: gepard, natasha, serval

people who know sampo is so down bad for gep: pela, seele, natasha

i dont think anyone fully realizes hes an aeon though. because thats so unimagimable. nat is the closest though

[nightlyrequiem]

Be Still My Heart

Chapter 4- Business

Masterlist AO3

New Chapter Every Saturday

You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: Boring business stuff, but also Valeria being internally vindictive and angry.

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH20.), Dual POV

"Well, I have a date. "Well, I have a date. "Well, I have a date." "Well, I have a date."

A glass astray shatters against the wall as Valeria hurls it in anger. Its shards glitter and catch the glow from the lamp, looking like really big crystals of the yellow meth. She scowls at the mess she's made. You have a date. Who would even want to go out with you, she wonders. You're odd and reclusive and don't blink as often as you should. Everyone who works under her thinks you're... peculiar, so who asked you out? Valeria of course has an interest in you but that's because she's intelligent enough to appreciate the complexity of you.

Valeria rubs a hand over her warm face, her fingers itching for another cigarette. Valeria has dumbly assumed that she'd have no competition, that she wouldn't have to compete for your affection. She leans down to pick up the glass, she's lucky all the pieces are big. She stews in her anger. She doesn't enjoy the idea of you out with someone else. Smiling that toothy, lopsided smile at their jokes, focusing that tense stare on them. Maybe you'll even go on to ramble about all the 'fun facts' you know about everything and anything. Valeria won't let this slide, naturally. She has never been the type to let go of the things she wants so easily.

After she's finished cleaning up the astray, she sits down in her chair. There's a new dent in the wall, which only adds to her irritation. She'll stop you from going on that date. First, Valeria needs to speak with Diego first. Handle business and then she's free to fix this. She forces herself out of the comforting leather embrace of her chair and sets out down the hallway to find Diego. She passes by a room with the door open and halts in her steps. The two men inside who are supposed to be packaging the product are currently testing it out. She slips in silently and slaps the bald one upside the head. Startling the other one into backing up.

"What the hell are you doing?" She hisses "¡Maldito idiota inútil, no usas el producto!" 

The man's eyes are bloodshot. She can see the red veins snaking through the whites of his glassy eyes. His mouth hangs open slightly from shock, revealing teeth in the beginning stages of rot. She glares at him, weighing her options. She lashes out again and catches him in the nose with a foul right hook, sending him to the floor with a heavy thud. Valeria isn't done though. She grabs him and hoists him to his feet.

She levels his friend with a dangerous look.

"Hold him steady." She demands. He just gapes at her like he can't understand the very simple words coming from her lips. Moron. "HOLD HIM!" Valeria repeats loudly. He grabs his friend, and Valeria grabs his right hand, slamming it on the table. His fingers are thick, hair growing on the knuckles. His nails are short but caked with dirt.

"What are you doing?" The bald one asks nervously. Valeria ignores him and grabs a knife from her belt, stabbing it down through his hand. He screams in either pain or surprise or both. He almost jerks his hand away but clearly thinks better of it.

"Don't steal our fucking product again. Do you understand me?" Valeria growls. It takes a second, but he nods.

Valeria turns away abruptly and storms out of the room. The surprise act of violence has barely quelled her anger. He's not really the person she wants to hurt anyway. Valeria shakes her head and continues her search for Diego. She finds him in a back room with his personal cellphone up to his ear. He's speaking softly into the receiver, calling whoever it is on the other side baby. Valeria curls her lip in disgust at the sight of her right hand acting so soft. Or maybe it's jealousy at the fact she doesn't have that. she stands in the doorway with her arms crossed until Diego notices her. He does and furrows those thick brows. He quickly gives an excuse to the woman on the phone as to why he has to go. They exchange sappy 'I love yous' to each other. He hangs up and stands straight. All business now.

Valeria clears her throat.

"We need to discuss this new meth." She speaks. Leanings against the yellowing wall. Once upon a time it was pearly white but one too many people shared a cigarette in this room and stained it.

"I still think it's coming from Pajaro Azul." He says gruffly. Valeria nods. She already knows where you stand on this. You don't think it's even coming from a city in Mexico, and you don't want to deal with it if it is. You aren't making the decisions here though. Valeria still feels a little hesitant about travelling down to Pajaro Azul. She begrudgingly admits to herself that the reining cartel over there is strong, and they could get offended if Las Almas started sniffing around. It could spark into an all-out war. and while Valeria has no issues with violence or death, a war would be inconvenient and cost them money and men.

Diego continues.

"We should go down there and look around, to hell with the cartel if they don't like it."

Valeria holds a hand up to her face to inspect her nails. The pink polish is chipping and looks grubby. She really needs to repaint her nails. "Maybe." She concedes. "I think we should do that if this sweeter batch isn't a success."

Diego frowns. "It probably won't be." He says snidely. Valeria can feel herself bristling at his tone. "Her other stuff is selling less and less, at this point she's costing more than she's making."

Valeria resists the urge to jump to your defense. You were making them a lot of money before the new stuff popped up. Valeria knows you'll make them more money again after this situation is dealt with. "She's a worthwhile investment."

"What kind of a scientist can't figure out a way to make a better meth recipe?" He retorts.

"Chemist, Diego, and she didn't go to school for chemistry." Valeria replies with annoyance. "Considering that, I think she's doing pretty good. Besides, an actual chemist would cost more than she does."

There's also the matter of finding one willing to cook meth.

Diego just shrugs. 

"Maybe an actual chemist would give us something useful." He says stubbornly. 

"I'm not firing her." Valeria snaps. This conversation is irritating her. "If this new stuff doesn't sell, I'll send people down to Pajaro Azul." Valeria concludes. she can tell Diego wants to go sooner than that, but he also isn't making the decisions here. Not anymore.

"Alright." He agrees reluctantly. 

With business concluded Valeria can move onto more personal matters.

"Are there any... fraternizing amongst my workers?" Valeria asks. Diego leans back, confused by the sudden topic switch.

"Like fucking?" He asks.

"... Sure, or perhaps relationships?" She presses. He spends more time with the others than she does. Why would she willingly spend any more time around them than she has to?

"Oh, I think Corra is pursuing someone around here." He says. "She was talking to her brother about asking someone out. I think it was your little chemist."

Corra? She scowls. Corra. It enrages Valeria that she genuinely sees Corra as competition. She's younger, friendlier, more feminine. Is that what you're into? Valeria decides Corra is making a fool out of you. Asking you out as a means of humiliating you, why else would she show interest in you? She doesn't know you enough to like you. Not like Valeria does.

"I see." She says.

"That a problem?" Diego asks. Able to see the obvious dislike on her face.

"Not at all." Valeria lies. Relaxing her face. "As long as everyone does what they need to do I don't care who they do."

Except Valeria does care. Valeria has more money and power and so much more to offer. Not only that, but she's certain Corra only asked you out to make you the butt of a joke. She knows you could never be fulfilled with Corra anyway, but you don't seem to know that. You'd be wasting your time with Corra and if you get invested into a relationship with her only to find out she was leading you on for a quick laugh. It could devastate you and affect your work ethic. That's fine. Valeria will... guide you on the right path. You're a sheep and she's your shepherd.

[minluce]

Hello, I really liked your analysis of Wolf Keum, especially the parallels between Wolf and Gray. Do you think if circumstances were different, say if they went to the same school or if they had met before, they could have become friends? Maybe similar or to the same extent as Gray and Stephen were close? Sorry for my bad english, its not my first language :p

Hi Anon, sorry for not responding to this sooner! I've been super busy with irl and stuff. But tysm for sending me an ask, I love to ramble about my interests. Here's my thoughts:

Okay so. Honestly? I think it could depend on how you headcanon middle school Wolf. Based on the tiny snippets we see of him in canon, we kind of get this mixed image where he's still unhinged enough to be getting into fights and allegedly tormenting Grape, but as many have pointed out, he's also weirdly not on anyone's radar up until High school. He's introduced as a "Dark Horse"— someone who rose up the ranks quickly and unexpectedly.

Another thing worth pointing out is his appearance: but specifically how it reads to other characters in-universe. Phillip Kim (iirc) refers to him as a "Four-eyed normie" in the chapter where he's having a flashback to first meeting Wolf, so basically with his short purple hair and glasses he absolutely looked like a huge dork and probably attracted opportunistic bullies all the time. Which contributes to the idea that middle school Wolf was more of a "loser" than a "king".

He also gets very sensitive about people stealing and messing with his belongings (see: the whole Union Thief debacle) and if you go back to reread his whole monologue while he's beating up Rowan and Eugene, it sounds like something he's used to experiencing in the past. Getting his stuff stolen or messed with, and then the culprit lying about it and pretending to be innocent.

This made me think about Eugene's own experience with bullies: getting his math textbook stolen, his glasses smeared, etc. by that Eunjang student who wanted to buddy up with Gray. When Eugene tried to confront the guy about it, he just shrugged it off, or even just straight-up pretended he didn't do anything at all. You could clearly see how being on the receiving end of this kind of harassment could quickly become something of a pet peeve; combined with Wolf's unexpected rise to power, it ended up translating to spinning a misunderstanding completely out of proportion.

So this is all to say that I think "loser"-era Wolf could absolutely be friends with Gray, albeit I still get the impression that Wolf would have been the type to get angry and be prideful even before he had the strength to do anything about it. And I think both Wolf and Gray aren't the type to be outwardly social, so their friendship would probably start off with some kind of altercation, before smoothing out once they find somewhere to meet in the middle.

However, I think their relationship would be of a different nature than what Stephan was to Gray, because Wolf and Stephan are fundamentally different types of people. Stephan volunteers at the local soup kitchen after school, Wolf is chain smoking cigarettes under the bleachers. And I think Stephan's optimism and compassion was something that really resonated with Gray— who might have been the type to just stay in his little studying bubble if it weren't for Stephan inspiring him to stand up before injustices.

In contrast to that, I think Wolf would have brought out Gray's "mamba" side much earlier, had they met in middle school. They would have become "beating up bullies in the parking lot" kind of buddies. This may even result in a completely different High School era Gray— still studying-obsessed, but far less concerned with the ethics of beating other people up. But, I think as much as Wolf might draw out Gray's dormant "mamba", I think exposure to Gray might encourage Wolf to use his head more often— there's no way Gray could successfully turn Wolf Fucking Keum into a good student, but I do think there would be gentle nagging to "do your homework, Wolf, or I won't help you next time you start a fight with Sam Lee in public".

In conclusion: Wolf would make Gray slightly worse, and Gray would make Wolf slightly better, and they'd meet in the middle somewhere and become the most terrifying friendship in Yeongdeungpo.

[zayray030]

Over-Exaggeration

Summary: Ace understood that over-exaggerating something is common. However, he would like to have whoever said dating Leona would be a pain to be burned at the stake for blasphemy.

OR

Ace and Leona are dating and reveal it to a few people. They're also disgustingly in love.

Note: This is a gift for @lummyzzz . I hope you're doing okay and to congratulate you on Lionheart

Other note: I am also doing comissions. All info is on my pinned.

If Ace had to say one thing that everyone was good at it would be over-exaggeration. And see, the thing is he gets it. It is so easy to embellish or to stretch out what truly happened and sometimes people cannot help but to add a little sparkle to their words. He understands, okay? Hell, he’s almost the kind of over-exaggeration when it comes to being in pain. So, he can forgive and understand why people might sometimes not tell the full truth and might be dramatic.

However, he would like to have whoever said dating Leona would be a pain to be burned at the stake for blasphemy. Because in all honesty, it is the best thing that’s happened to Ace.

Sure, dating the Lion can have its challenged. For one, he rarely ever texts back and when he does is the slowest and blandest texter. Quite frankly he can get more riveting conversation from talking to housewarden Riddle about Hedgehog maintenance. Also, the other has the tendency to be far too logical about things which can cause him to sometimes stream role through Ace’s feelings without taking a moment to think about them. Also, the other has a temper with a short handle on it.

However, Leona is also incredibly perceptive and is always able to make up for whenever he messes up. He also knows what to get Ace, what Ace likes and so much more even though he pretends he isn’t paying much attention to Ace when he’s rambling.

Leona is also extremely comfortable to snuggle, and surprisingly he is always up for cuddling, even when it doesn’t seem like it. He’ll just casually pull Ace into his lap or his bed, wrapping his arms around the younger and burying his face in Ace’s neck as he holds him as if he is the only one that matters.

And the dates! They vary based on the mood of the couple and whilst sometimes the other might not initially want to do something, they enjoy seeing the other happy. Like when Leona took Ace on a mini shopping spree even though he had no interest in being around all the noise, but seeing his boyfriend giddily find matching outfits and jewellery for them had been worth it. And Ace playing a game of chess with the other, simply because he enjoys seeing Leona so confidant and smart and simply being at ease with where he is.

Their relationship worked. All the way from Leona convincing Ace to grow out his hair by caring for it himself, to Ace indulging Leona’s wandering hands and possessive tendencies.

The problem was informing everyone. Especially after almost 6 months of dating.

Fuck.

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“So Acey, what’s up? Why the nerves?” asked Cater, looking up from his phone to find Ace nervously fidgeting with his magical pen as he cast his eyes over Cater, Riddle and Trey one-by-one almost as if assessing which one is the biggest threat and danger.

‘Oh shit, what did he and deuce do now?” thought Cater mentally as he thought of ways to pacify Riddle, already watching as the other had crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows expectantly.

“Yes Ace, what is the matter? Did you do something?” asked Riddle, anger in his tone. Both Ace and Trey winced at the tone and Cater wondered, not for the first time, if this was the day that Trey was going to finally start developing grey hairs.

“Well technically, I didn’t do anything.” Ace tried to argue back but shrank back down when Riddle’s glare grew. Cater raised an eyebrow the reaction, because this was typically where Ace got even more jokey and sarcastic. “So, I just wanted to tell you three, because you are by dorm upperclassmen, and you deserve to know first before discovering it from an idiot who can’t keep their mouth shut.” Ace started rambling before a pointed cough from Trey caused him to pause and take a deep breath. “I am dating someone. In this school. And no, it isn’t a 2D portrait” Ace gave him a pointed look, as is sensing the joke that was about to come his way.

It was silent for a few seconds, before Riddle smiled brightly at Ace and gave a light chuckle. “Oh, is that it Ace?” he asked, shaking his head and getting up from his perch on the couch. “There was no need to be so nervous. We would never judge you for this.” He talked as he approached the younger, standing in front of him, smile relaxed. “So long as you are safe and happy, that is all the matters.” He patted the youngers shoulders.

Clearly, their reactions were not Ace was expecting because he stood there, jaw dropped as if someone told him that Riddle had told a particularly funny joke or that Deuce had gotten 100 on a written exam.

“Riddle is right.” Nodded Trey, smiling teasingly at the other.” There was no need to be so nervous.” The older got up and made his way to the kitchen with Riddle following him. “Now pie, anyone? I’m sure I have a few spares…” he trailed off, walking into the question with Riddle behind him.

That left only Cater and Ace in the room. Cater gave a smirk before swaggering over to Ace who already seemed to dread the conversation that was about to happen. “So Acey-pie?” cooed Cater, resting an arm on Ace’s shoulder, “Who on earth are you dating?” he asked the most vital question that seemed to slip from the other two’s mind, most likely just grateful that Ace hadn’t gotten into any major trouble. “There is no way you would be just scared of coming out to them. So, Who. Are. You. Dating?” asked Cater, punctuating every word with a finger to Ace’s chest.

Ace stared at the older wordlessly, before letting out an annoyed sigh, and ruffling his hair which Cater noticed had some considerable length to It compared to the previous hair style.

“And I thought I was gonna get away with it!” whined Ace, pouting at Cater.

“Nope!” giggled Cater, as he threw his arms fully over Ace’ shoulder and brought him closer. “So now, spill!”

Ace paused, as if almost contemplating if running was worth getting cornered later on before he sighed and turned around to fully face Cater. “It’s Leona.” He answered.

Cater froze. A part of him wanted to laugh it off as one big joke and teased Ace into telling him who he was actually dating but one look at Ace’s face made the words dry up his throat.

His eyes were wide and honest, almost scared as if sensing the incredulity that Cater had. Cater stared into Ace’s eyes for a moment, almost as if hoping to see if there was a sign of a lie but there was none. Instead, Cater threw him arms around Ace and gave him a tight hug. “Make sure you get that bag, Ace,” He whispered jokingly to the younger giving him a quick squeeze before letting go and going into the kitchen. “Good luck telling everyone else!” he called behind him, waving at Ace.

“Ace, who’s face had gone cherry red at Cater’s first sentence, immediately paled dramatically as he realised what’s going to be instore for him and Leona.

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“Hey crabby!” called out Floyd as he watched Ace dress quicker than the other has ever done before. “Whatchya doin’?” he asked.

“Getting changed?” replied Ace, slightly perplexed at the obvious question. He was already halfway dressed and now in the customary wite collared shirt and school pants, whilst everyone else was still taking their time, discussing the club session and improvements they can do to beat RSA.

“Duh!” snapped Floyd annoyed, crossing his arms at the tone. “Buy why on earth are you of all people getting changed so quick?” he asked, his mis-matched eyes furrowing in confusion before lighting up with teasing glee and loudly asking “Got a hot date?” asked Floyd, leaning into Ace’s personal space.

“Can’t a guy just wanna leave a locker room after a sweaty club session and get away from the smell?” asked Ace, pouting at getting asked such an embarrassing in front of everyone, who all seemed to latch onto the bait like eager sharks.

“I mean, that could explain why he tried so hard at today’s club session.” Slinked in Jamil, mocking smile on as he watched Ace jump a foot in the air at the sudden appearance. “Wanted to brag about becoming the new ‘star’ of the club?” he teased, enjoying the red on Ace’s face as he spluttered at the accusations. The rest of the club let out little titters at the red-heads reaction.

“I have no idea what either of you are talking about!” Ace huffed as he used one of the cherry clips gifted to him by Leona to clip back his hair. “1) I simply wanted to impress Vargas -sensei so I can have an excuse to skip out on the next PE lesson.” So, Leona can use him as on over-sized pillow. “2) Everyone here smells like ass, and I simply do not want to have to walk all the way back to my dorm with that lingering on me.” Also, Leona gets incredibly jealous when he smells other people on the redhead and Ace had just ordered a cool new top and he would like to wear it without his neck looking ravaged. “And 3) If I did have a date, it would be none of your concern.” Leona was planning on having Ruggie bring something form the monstro-lounge as a little mini date.”

At the end of his little mini tirade, he had finished stuffing his clothes into his bag and swung it over his shoulders. “Any questions?” he asked, turning around to give them a petty glare.

“Yeah, the hell did crabby mean when I smelt bad?” glared Floyd, rage clear as he stood up and advanced threateningly towards the younger. Ace cringed and cursed his big mouth and his emotional response. Thankfully however, his ticket out had spawned.

“Exactly as spikey said, you all smell like a barnyard.” They’re stood Leona, ears twitching in annoyance, leaning on the door frame for his boyfriend. “Don’t get mad at him for telling it how it is.” He flicked his tail at Ace in a come-hither motion. Ace eagerly did so, sidling up to his tall boyfriend and leaned up, wanting a kiss. Leona, reciprocated, to the shock of just about everyone in the room. He finished off the kiss with a quick nip which promised Ace more when they were safely back in Leona’s room before said boyfriend turned to address the room.

“Deodorant and anti-perspirants are fucking cheap and if Ruggie can afford them then you fuckers have no excuses.” He left them with this final message before wrapping an arm around Ace’s shoulder and guiding him out of the room and to Leona’s dorm room so they can have their date.

The basketball club stood there silent before a rare Igihide student turned to a Diasmonia student and held their hand out. “That’s 100 thaumarks, thank you very much.”

“What?” asked Floyd irritably, turning to glare at the two students.

Rare Igihide must either be dumb or far too excited about winning money to care about Floyd’s tone and now hightailing it out of there. “We had a bet to see whether Ace or Leona would get together prior to Leona leaving for his internship.”

“And what made you think Leona and Ace would be dating?” asked Jamil, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Ace is one of the few students that Leona allows to interrupt his naps, Ace has started to wear extremely expensive watches and jewellery. Leona has started to carry out more hair bands and Ace has also started to grow his hair out more. Ace has also been spotted wearing a few of Leona’s shirts, even the dorm shirt one time. Also, Ace has had multiple wounds on his neck which he plays off as mosquito bite, however if you look carefully at this bite and compare it to a lion’s mouth, they do look similar.” The Igihide student had taken out notebooks, all filled with evidence of Ace and Leona’s relationship, and they were standing in front of everyone holding the imagine of a lion’s mouth and a grainy picture of bite wound on Ace’s neck.

Everyone stood there silently as they watched the crazed student, all who were close to him, moving back a few steps as to not catch whatever crazy he had.

“Man, you’re even creepier than seagull.” Floyd told him, pulling a face at his peer. He grabbed his bag and stormed out of the club room, with many following suits, not wanting to be alone with the other student.

“You know.” Jamil began as he and Floyd walked side by side to the mirrors. “Polyamory is always a thing.” He said cryptically before walking to the mirror to take him to his dorm.

Floyd stared at the mirror, almost hoping to summon the snake back before he sighed and ruffed his hair. ‘Too many emotions for the day.’ He thought to himself.

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The first years all stared Ace down as he attempted to ignore them and focus on his cherry pie that Trey had baked him as an apology for Riddle’s earlier outburst.

Eventually, Sebek had finally lost his patience. “HUMAN!” he yelled loudly, attracting attention from all the poor people who happened to pass by.

“Idiot.” Replied Ace, as he ate another part of his apology pie. He isn’t gonna lie, hearing Sebek splutter over the insult was so far from his favourite memory of the other.

“Ace.” Began Epel, sitting down next to him and shooting the cherry pie a quick glare before turning soft eyes on him. “We’re sorry that we didn’t believe you about Leona and laughed at you when you said you were.” Apologised Epel, big eyes growing even wider. “Can you please forgive us?” asked Epel, leaning in closely.

“So long as you stop glaring at my pie as if killed your entire family.” Replied Ace pettily which caused Epel to let out a little snicker and punch him lightly on the shoulder. Ace finally looked up to the rest f his friends and was both shocked and pleased to see them seem genuinely remorseful.

“Leona gave me an earful when I got back to the dorm, and I really am sorry.” Ace couldn’t help but feel slightly bad, especially at the kicked puppy image that Jack was exuding. “I just thought that you would never go out with Leona because it didn’t seem like you two would get along and from what you told us about your ex, I just thought that you were in general not looking for a relationship.” Ace had to give it to the other, for as much as he tried to play the tough guy image, he can be incredibly sweet.

“I forgive you as well.” Sighed Ace and tried to not laugh as Jack’s tail began waggling excitedly.

“I believed you from the start!” declared Ortho and Ace smiled as he wrapped an arm around the younger’s shoulders. “I know you did.” He said, squeezing the other into his side, so far, his favourite first year.

“I APOLGISE FOR THE DISRESPECT I- “

“I GOT IT!” Interrupted Ace, absolutely not in the mood to put up with such foolishness any longer. “Sit down.” Ace demanded before turning to Deuce who immediately crashed into Ace. Ortho, thankfully, already sensing what was about to happen, jumped out of the way just in time and the rest of the friend group watched as Ace frantically attempted to comfort a near-crying Deuce.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-.” Apologised Deuce over an over. He had bene the last one to find out that Ace was dating Leona and that had come from an extremely loud screaming match between Ace and Riddle over Riddle finding out that Ace was in fact dating Leona. It had led to hurtful words coming from both sides with an eventual pie apology from Riddle, who seemed shameful of his actions. Clearly getting chewed out by both Trey and Cater had been the wake-up call for him.

“Okay I got it!” Yelled Ace, trying to not let out any pained noises as he tried to get used to the pain on his back from being tackled by his best friend. “I forgive you just let me up so I can finish my pie!”

And because all of his friends are assholes, not a single one attempted to help, instead they all just sat there laughing at him. Thankfully, they all hated cherry too much to eat his pie.

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“You know, we could have just made out in the cafeteria to reveal everything.” Leona grumbled as he brushed Ace’s hair for him.

Ace gave him a non-committal hum and continued scrolling through his messages from people congratulating him on his relationship to still complete disbelief about his relationship with a prince. And then there was Azul trying to pressure him into having a date at the monstro lounge. Sigh. Businessmen and their schemes.

“You could have also made sure that Rook was turned into a sand sculpture.” Replied Ace sweetly as he tilted his head back, pouting his lips for a kiss. Leona allowed it and leaned it. They held the kiss for a few slow moments before Ace pulled back, eyes twinkling. “However, I must say watching Riddle-senpai beat him up with his staff for asking how we ‘mate’ was the best part of the week.” He grinned cheekily.

“Really?” asked Leona, raising an eyebrow at the freshmen. “Even better than when I took you to that dessert shop and let you pick out as many things as you want?”

“Yup.”

“Even better than when I got you than new watch and let you get it custom made.”

“Yup.”

“Even better than when I put you in front of my mirror and fu-.” The rest of Leona’s world were muffled as Ace sprang from his lap and turned around; face beat red as he glared at his boyfriend. Unfortunately, that glare had no affect and only caused Leona to let out a low laugh.

“Okay, no, but still. It was pretty great you have to admit.” Pouted Ace at getting teased.

“Can’t disagree.” Agreed Leona as he turned Ace around and finished doing his hair. When he finished, he planned several kisses on the back of Ace’s hair. “Let’s sleep now.” And it would have sounded like a demand if Leona were talking to anyone else.

“okay.” Ace turned around again and planted a kiss on Leona’s cheek before flopping down on the bed.

Leona joined him and cradled him in his arms. And with that, the happy couple fell asleep in each other’s arms.

[corpseontheloose]

Hii! Can I please have some hunter sylvester headcanons where he has a fem s/o who has a fairy kei style and is very sweet and innocent, but also loves the same metal and things he does?

|Hunter Sylvester x fem!reader with a fairy kei style|

Note: HI ANON!! You're actually my first ask, and I'm so exciteeeed because my style is also fairy kei with a mix of lolita and this got me all smiliiin'. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. It's not the best and I'm so sorry TwT

Warnings: none

Hunter was dumbfounded when he saw you

Like literally.

Would question Kevin and/or random people about you

He would constantly beat himself up about this weird feeling,

Because having a crush on someone exactly the opposite of him was 'not metal' of him

"Dude just ask for her name"-Kevin

*visibly goes red*

Everytime he sees pink he thinks about you

He literally wrote a song about you and how much you're messing with his head

He randomly fixes his hair when sees you walking in

"Emily knows her. We could ask her"

When he hears that he would literally beg for that to happen

One time he almost crashed his car when you appeared in his mind

Would look at you in classes, questioning about this 'weird' style you have (you don't. He just doesn't understand it)

Does Google research about this

BRO LITERALLY BECOMES SHAKESPEARE AND WRITES POEMS

He smiles to himself when he thinks about you

"you good?" - Kevin

"yes, just the allergies messing with my muscles"

"????" - kevin

Emily told him your name so now he knows his mysterious crush

Literally gets TikTok videos with 'soulmates' with your initials 😭

He thinks he's in some type of spell

Totally denies his feelings sometimes because he's not used to it

At some point he talks to you

"nice weather outside, am I right?"

He literally goes ;-; and face-palms himself mentally

His eyes wide when he realises you're laughing

BABY BOY SO NERVOUS

compliments your clothing style

When he learns that you like his style and music taste, he goes blank

No thoughts, head empty

His heart races with 100 per/mile

"t-thanks. Its the trauma"

He's so awkward, he's just scared to not scare you off

That joke literally came out of nowhere

He would start talking about fairy kei because he memorised everything from Google just to impress you

You literally think it's cute

HE HAS A HELLO KITTY BACKPACK KEYCHAIN DONT ASK FROM WHERE HE JUST HAS IT

He gifted it to you

He would give you stuff every day at school, such as hair pins, bracelets, cute accessories, small stuff that reminds him of you

Would plan a picnic date night in a nearby forest with fairy lights in trees n' shit

HE PLAYS THE GUITAR FOR YOU

Would ramble at some point, talking about his favourite bands and their history

When he realises that you're listening and actually interested in what he says, he falls in love. Literally.

He's VERY surprised that you are also into metal

He actually opens up a little bit to you about his past. Just a little bit

Starts questioning on how you chose this style

Would listen to every single detail you give him

EMILY THINKS Y'ALL ARE THE SWEETEST

Would put his rings on your fingers, even if they're too big, just to see something of him on you

CONSTANTLY BLUSHES

He never thought about loving someone the opposite of him

PEOPLE ARE SHOCKED WHEN YOU TWO ANNOUNCED YOUR RELATIONSHIP

Would put stickers on your face

HE LETS YOU USE HIM AS A PERSONAL ACCESSORY TESTER

"Do you think this is cute?" - you

"Let's find out"

HE. KISSES. YOUR. HAND

"How's my floating cotton candy doing?"

You're literally his will to live 😭

His life so boring and grey, until ✨ you ✨ come in picture

People are whispering about you guys but who tf cares?

"You're like a heart"

"how so?" - you

"without you everything dies around"

💳 💥

OVERALL Y'ALL FUCKING CUTE

[thelesbianluthor]

I am a few years late on the discussion but I don't care I have to ramble about the kate-anthony-edwina situation it's a very layered and interesting dynamic.

I am gonna preface it by saying that I actually understand all the characters motivations and they are all guilty of something.

Kate's mistake was not telling Edwina that she did have feelings for Anthony the moment she realized but with how used she was to seeing herself as undesirable and how focused she has been on her sister I understand why she would find it easier to simply (try to) ignore it all.

Since the first moment Kate had said to Edwina that she wanted her to choose someone whom she could love and Anthony WAS NOT the person for that.

Anthony was stubbornly focused on his duty and ignoring the idea of love bc of his trauma and his role as head of the family.

Both Kate and Anthony were pushing down their own feelings (unsuccessfully clearly) bc they were so used to ignoring their needs in favor of their family.

Edwina was infatuated with Anthony and what he could give, I don't think she is to blame at all for wanting to be courted by him when he had expressed his interest.

And of course Edwina was rightfully mad at Kate for not telling her the truth about her feelings.

The thing is that Kate had been trying her best to not let Anthony court her. She spent half of the season trying to stop it from happening but both Anthony and Edwina insisted on it. She only changed her mind the moment Edwina said she loved Anthony (which was obviously not true and just an infatuation) because at that point she thought her sister's feelings were more important than her own.

All three of them are guilty of messing up in the situation. Honestly I feel like stubbornness was the main point that fucked everyone up.

I will put more blame on Anthony bc being the rich man who had actually more power over the courting situation and deciding to actually propose to Edwina was the dumbest thing he could have done.

I do feel a lot for Kate especially because she had to bear the brunt of Edwina's anger and she was dismissed by Mary. Being called half sister and having your adoptive mother say go anywhere else but here was painful. Especially when you see her with Mary later and hear her express her feeling of inadequacy and how she felt she owed Mary for considering her a daughter and how sorry Mary was for putting all the weight of the family on Kate after her father's death.

The actress for Edwina talked about Edwina's anger against Kate being bigger bc she loves her, unlike Anthony who at that point was and would always be no one to her. And that's why even though it hurt to see that scene and see Kate hurt like that, I get it. When you are mad at someone you love you have the power to hurt them more than anyone else bc you KNOW them and they KNOW you.

I think s2, even with its imperfections, was a beautiful complicated story of yearning, repressed feelings and stubbornness. I loved the dynamics of the characters. I loved Edwina's innocence and gentleness and how she took a stand for herself and matured after she realized the truth. She was angry but she loved deeply and honestly still.

I loved how similar Anthony and Kate were, how they mirrored each other and managed to always be on equal footing even when they "hated" each other. The intensity of their interactions and the chemistry of the actors was incredible.

[mognamon]

hangry

Tsunami didn't get her mcfries

Au things below

Nami is such a fun character

Righteously angry and impulsive to the point of aggression. Potently exuding and reflecting my impulsive desires, I relate to her a lot. She's quick to bite and too stubborn to regret.

Exploring how that personality would translate to a very different Tsunami, someone who had a traitor for a father and a list of detentions ripe to bite her in the back. This Tsunami is a penal soldier, someone who spent time in the electric eel prison (depicted in the image) and found freedom in war. She's still impulsive and raging but it's more prickly and rather passionate.

Here's a compilation of ideas:

She's loyal and believes fully in the propaganda. Prideful and will do anything to prove it. Maybe it's stubbornness or some hopeful part of her thinks being a perfect soldier will give her a lighter sentence.

Tsunami before getting detained lived life quite normally as normal as you can get in war. She wasn't allowed to be a soldier due to her father so she took to craftsmanship, repairing dented armor and such to support the war effort.

She's imprisoned for no particular reason or mb the queen felt like putting the traitor's kid in jail finally.

Still friends with Riptide but ykno he has a personality (he's a lil secretive guy with a liking for radical thoughts)

Her hatred for fate is still a thing as well, she wants to avoid going back to her fate, to prison where she belongs bc her father's crimes and his fate became hers. She hates destiny bc its thrust upon someone who never asked for it, she didn't ask to have to live a harsh horrible but that's what she got for being born to the wrong father.

Nami's too far down the class to ever have met or seen the royals up close so all her thoughts and opinions on them are rather influenced by what she's read or heard. Coming from the eel eating masses so her education of things that happen above is scarce at best, Riptide is her source of info since he got into the army.

The idea that the Queens and royals are so alienated from the common dragons that not even our pov characters would meet them or only see them from afar would be funny (sorry i fucking hate how like nearly every mc is related to royalty in the pyrrhian books like plssss plsss can we not).

Nami's arc of thinking before acting and being more calm is pretty alright, it's one of the most simplistic character arcs in this series. Her guilt though is the most interesting thing about her. Since she's a soldier rather than tackling the guilt of killing her father it's killing other soldiers and kind of moral quandary of war. Nami never really let herself think about her actions, always ends justify the means even if she has to throw away her morality for a chance at freedom its selfish but understandable. She has to fight to survive bc what else is there, if she stops being a soldier she'll just get killed or thrown in jail, at least if she keeps fighting for another day she'll still be alive. The overwhelming guilt of it all would probably mess her up really bad in the angry self hatred way turned intense gung ho redemption mayhaps

lots of unconnected thoughts this time around

Thanks for readin my ramble!

[teshadraws]

System of a bunch of different pokémon (mostly) that literally (accidentally) writes pmd fic with a plural protagonist here. Plurality in the pokémon world is actually pretty interesting to think about. It's pretty common in that world for pokémon to be plural already, so it *might* be more understandable of a thing for most people.

That being said, if I got pmded into a spiritbomb bc I had DID I'd fucking lose it. I actually appreciate your answer as is. It's also plenty respectful imo if that's anything you're worried about.

I and my headmates (you can immediately tell I'm a host because I bitch out of saying "we") vary in species. Most likely it'd just be whoever was fronting at the time of the test would decide, so most likely the host. Maybe other systems that have any positive connection to their humanity would feel different, but I at least don't think there'd really be a pokémon that fit everyone. Trying that would absolutely do more harm than good. If mew/whoever had to figure something like that out it'd be really funny to like put it to a vote.

That being said if mew tried to split a system, that system would be so fucked. This is hard to explain but basically imagine you got transported into a new world but you left behind your ability to get out of bed in the morning and brush your teeth. How the system basically interacts with the world would be completely fractured and incomplete. Maybe others would feel different, but if I didn't have my headmates I wouldn't be able to manage anything about basic day to day life.

The one human body is already its own compromise, so any pokémon that made a number of headmates happy would be a huge step up. In a perfect world the system would be able to change their pokémon based on who's fronting, but I'm not sure if that'd feel like a genuine exploration of the compromise made living like this. It'd make good escapism, but idk. There are probably good stories to be had either way.

I forgot to have a point when I started writing it so I'm basically just rambling at you about the pmd implications of my child abuse disorder so. Do with that what you will

Mew making everybody vote for which body they’re going to be stuck in is kind of an amazing mental image, haha!

But thanks so much for weighing in on this!!! It’s super interesting hearing experienced thoughts on how a system might transfer over to the Pokemon world. I wonder if a Pokemon like zorua or ditto that could morph depending on who’s fronting would fit well for a good chunk of DID situations?

Regardless, I really appreciate it! I wasn’t thinking before about how badly splitting up a system would mess up their day-to-day functioning, but that makes total sense.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

so I skipped the scene with fake kim dressed up as shannon, every time it cut to them I skipped ahead, I couldn’t bear the cringe.

But i saw a post saying Kim dressed up as Shannon so Eddie would have sex with her. Was that implied during the scene? Cause that’s so manipulative. Or was that just a headcanon (in which case, fair).

I think different people interpret her intentions differently… i definitely think that the scene was originally written for them to end their conversation with a kiss as chris and marisol walk in, but that was obviously changed to be a hug (we got stills of them kissing AND in 7x10 ramon says chris told them it was a kiss but 7b was a fucking mess from a writing standpoint anyway so the continuity error is just 🤷) and in that case i think it’s DEFINITELY plausible to say that kim was there with intentions of possibly hooking up w eddie (i mean she was crazy enough to go out and buy a wig to dress up as this man’s wife so it’s not far fetched to say she would be against using this man’s fragile mental state to coerce him into sleeping w her)

not to mention her demeanor at the beginning of the scene when she knocked on the door and walked in the house was like very awkwardly flirty on her part… (like i don’t think devin is a bad actress and neither is ryan but the two of them have good chemistry for a broken marriage relationship, NOT for an actual relationship and the forced energy was very obvious from both of them in that scene like eddie calling her “baby” was so laughable but it wasn’t ryan’s fault it was just that their chemistry was literally 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️ but this doesn’t have to do w the ask im kinda just rambling so let me get back on track)

all that fo say is that i think to say “kim was there to have sex w eddie” is one way that scene can be interpreted, and it’s definitely not without implications from the setup (bc we saw that kim was definitely interested in taking things further with eddie earlier in the episode) but as far as it being heavily implied, i personally don’t think the average viewer would take that away from the scene.

so short answer i don’t think its a black/white situation of if it was intentional or a headcanon, but it definitely feels more like a headcanon to me, even tho it’s a headcanon i agree with.