#this took a while bc i had to add more to his board bc it was very small lol

[themapleleafdiaries]

✨Let's talk about OCs!✨ How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation!��️ Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation!❤️

Ill do Xaphan bc I just think he’s neat (insert meme here)

Personality

Asshole. Quick to judge, has a bit of a mouth on him. Burnt out as hell. But he is fiercely protective of those he cares about.

Aesthetic ✨

here have some pins from his Pinterest board

Fun Facts About Xaph’s Creation

long ago back when i was still in highschool, one time i was listening to the radio while getting ready for school and Without Me by Eminem came on and i was like….Xaphan song…. i smell it…….

the original inspiration for him was Arsonists Lullaby by Hozier but i think he has evolved into something quite different

he is one of my most developed ocs, an S tier oc of mine. Other S tier Fackum OCs include: Nayru, Marcus, Cyri

[saetoru]

this blog is now archived !! find my MASTERLIST here !!

hi guys, and here’s a long overdue post that i wanted to take the time to make after collecting as many screenshots as i can for a lot of rumors that i think need to be addressed. before i do that, i wanted to apologize to all of my mutuals who ended up wrongfully harassed in their inboxes for simply knowing me—the irony of this issue being about bullying all the while people on this app have been simultaneously being genuinely awful to other writers who have zero involvement has been ridiculous.

i would’ve made this post sooner, but december was very busy—as you all know, i’ve been working with two separate companies for my capstone projects, and i had final presentations with boards to worry about. and then a cruise which was fun, but i was offline. now that i’ve finally had time to enjoy my break and collect my thoughts, i’d like to voice my own side to the discourse i’m sure you’ve all seen posted by @/garoujo, who is now @/gojoath.

first and foremost, i’ve been on tumblr for almost 4 years now, and while i may not have the brightest moments on here (no one will be spot-free in that amount of time), i’d like to think that if i actually went out of my way to vicious or bully people, this would’ve come to people’s attention a lot sooner. i’ve had a relatively large following across all 6 of my blogs in my time here, and while i don’t like to get into the metrics of my blogs, the reason i point this out is because i have willingly started my blog over 6 times. 3 of these were sfw blogs under my nickname tee, another 2 of which were my previous nsfw blogs under a different alias, and saetoru which is the current one, where i finally decided to combine my sfw and nsfw writing into one space. i just wanted to bring that up because i had quite a habit of leaving and restarting blogs before this one, and had i been obsessed with outperforming other writers in terms of follower counts, i would not have left the previous ones as often as i did. 

that being said, i’ll also go through a timeline of events and how they’ve snowballed into an issue that is not as one-sided as most of you might think. i’ve been mutuals with emmie since my first blog, and i’d been mutuals with her through most of her blogs as well. we’ve never really had issues until her last blog @/garoujo, which she’d started after deactivating @/atsymu due to discourse regarding racism accusations. the reason why we had a falling out was because i felt that there were a series of odd coincidences that felt slightly purposeful, but i was still questioning whether or not i was looking too deeply into it to actually point any of it out.

admittedly, when i saw her first set of banners, i felt our layouts were a slight bit similar, but i really didn’t mind too much because i had been planning to change my banners anyway because i was bored of them. so i took that as an opportunity to do so. it just so happened that within a day or two of every time i changed my banners, hers would be changed too—i never said i owned the color gray, and i even fully acknowledge that the last two sets of banners, at first glance, wouldn’t be a red flag. because, like i said, i was more uncomfortable with the pattern of coincidences than the actual layouts. then i switched to my instagram theme, and not long after, i noticed her add instagram story visuals to her navi. again, no one ever said instagram was my original idea, and that no one else could use it, but it was an unsettling feeling having the same moot continuously make changes around the same time as you, and changes that are different enough that you can’t exactly point out an issue, but slightly similar enough that you can’t exactly ignore the slight oddness.

coincidentally, the same day, another blog (who i will not name bc they’re not very active anymore and are also not very relevant to this story) made the same theme as me and i was a bit peeved because this same blog is someone who has copied a few other things from me and a handful of other moots, so i made a subpost on my moots-only personal blog at the time. keep in mind, i made this post fully aware that emmie was on this blog because i didn’t intend for that post to seem like it was about her. but she reached out to me, and i explained to her the situation, and i even provided the relevant screenshots to show my points. i still considered her a decently good friend at the time, and even with the slightly off feelings, i was still adamant about brushing them off and considering them coincidences that perhaps i was being a bit too critical of.

it wasn’t until i woke up a few hours later after changing my theme and going to bed that i noticed she’d then fully switched to the insta theme. again, instagram is an app used by millions and, at one point, was a very popular theme used amongst most people on this app. i’m not entitled enough to believe i was the first person to do it, but like i said. there are just off vibes most of us will not help but feel when a series of coincidences continue to happen back to back to back by the same person.

there were, amongst these things, a number of other small touches that made me feel off. most of them i don’t remember by now or have screenshots of, so i won’t bother to go into all of them, but for reference, one example i’d also like to point out that i’d had the phrase “you’ve reached the hanmas” in my inbox when she was still on @/atsymu, and sometime after, her sfw blog @/loveatsu had the phrase “you’ve reached the miyas.” small things like this are not things i make an issue over and am more than capable of brushing aside, but like i have said and will continue to push firmly is that i felt there were multiple instances of emmie, in particular, making small tweaks to her blog shortly after me that made me feel were not all coincidentally similar. the issue was never themes or thinking i am the first or only person to do something a certain way, the issue has always been me countless times feeling that one particular individual is exhibiting a behavior that is persistent and uncomfortable no matter how minuscule the instances may be. maybe they were really just unfortunate coincidences that happened with poor timing, or maybe they weren’t. but i stand by the fact that anyone in my shoes would be valid to question the timing of each of these events over and over again.

i would also like to bring up kinktober (though this happened a while after the rest of what i will get into) because this was the first public discourse that emmie and i got into due to an anon’s claims of similarities between our posts. i had received an anon who told me “i think someone copied your kinktober masterlist” which i answered to ask if they could let me know who. they had come back to say it was garoujo, and i did not reply to the ask, instead, i made a post to vaguely tell the anon that i appreciate them letting me know, but i will just leave it be and continue on with my kinktober regardless of emmie’s mlist. i do think there were some vague similarities, but honestly not enough to really question it, so i figured a confrontation or issue was not necessary. a while later, several moots had messaged me to let me know they had received anonymous asks saying to “block @/garoujo she copied @/sakusins and she’ll copy you too” (or something along those lines, i don’t remember exactly.) i myself was very confused (and upset) by the situation because i did not, and still would not, want to be publicly name-dropped in other people’s inboxes over issues that do not involve them. unfortunately, it led to some not-very-kind asks to both of us, and while i am sorry she had to deal with that, it is not an apology from a sense of culpability. that situation was, and still is, entirely out of my control. i would not have seen the masterlist unless the anon had mentioned it, and i did not take part in having people send asks about her to other writers. especially not in a manner that was pretty much social suicide for me as well. 

(this is a poorly made collage i know lol but i hit the picture limit bear with me here.)

i would also like to point out that i am not the only individual who has had issues with emmie and feels she had copied them. although i cannot disclose urls (they have been blocked out for privacy reasons) here are a few conversations i have had with my own mutuals, and i would wager there are more people whom i haven’t talked to who also feel this way. they might be small enough instances that sparking issues over them was not worth it to all of these people, therefore she has never heard from people herself about this issue, but the point does still stand that this claim about emmie is not one i alone make, and is one that i have heard countless times before. her never being approached by these individuals for the sake of peace doesn’t erase that they have been, and are, upset by these events, and it’s a habit that she seems to continually partake in. i would also like to link this post where she has been called out by another writer while she was still atsymu, which was posted while we were still friends. i’ve actually had a discussion with emmie about that post, and at the time, i had quickly skimmed the post and felt it was perhaps a reach, but after my own experiences, i went back to reread the post and considered perhaps there was validity to it, and that this might not be a one time occurrence. plagiarism in manners such as this will always have conflicting opinions, and it is hard to sometimes tell if something is a coincidence, a popular and overused idea, or something that has actually been copied. my point is that a number of people have all felt that perhaps there is a good chance this was not an accident, and please consider that so many instances of people feeling this way might suggest that there is a certain degree of validity to the claim.

at the beginning of all of this, when the masterlist banners had first started bothering me, i was upset, and i chose to vent to an ex-moot of mine who most of you would recognize as munsonsins. abby has deactivated a long while ago, but she’s relevant to this because i had chosen to vent to her at the time, and this is more or less what later caused this situation to escalate. at the time of venting to her, i knew she wasn’t mutuals with emmie because, as you can see, she’d told me as such. 

one thing i would like to point out is that there were a handful of people i had vented to about my frustrations with emmie, but one thing i had always been mindful of was ensuring these were a) individuals who i considered close friends and not just random individuals, and b) were not friends or moots with emmie in the event that i accidentally made people who she cared about think lesser of her. had abby been mutuals with emmie, i would not have shared my feelings, and once again, i was not loose-lipped enough to just tell anyone because they’d listen. i told abby in particular because i had felt we were sufficiently close individuals who talked one-on-one and were able to vent to each other. a bit after i vented to her, though, she befriended emmie, which i had no such issues with because abby was/is her own person and is an adult who can interact freely and befriend whoever she wanted/wants to. 

not long after that, on the night before eid (this detail is relevant in the future) an ex moot of mine @/kazuwhora reached out to me. if you guys remember, there was a discourse last year that was all over dash about how writers on this app should be open to criticism. a lot of people (including me and kc) were upset by that sentiment—which is still valid. please don’t give constructive criticism to writers without their explicit permission !! but regardless, kc sent me a screenshot of a mutual of mine who had posted their opinion on this discourse, and their point was clearly that while constructive criticism is important in some aspects, writers do not have to be subject to receiving it should they not want to. unfortunately, i felt as if kc misunderstood what this individual was trying to say, and i was trying to explain it to her, but we got into a small argument over how we interpreted the post. i felt some of the things she was saying about this individual were inappropriate, and i had made it clear that i was very fond of this person, and it made me uncomfortable to be having this discussion. regardless of whether she saw my interpretation of the post or not, i wanted to drop the discussion, especially because it was the night before eid. eid is the one holiday i celebrate, and there are traditions i quite enjoy the night before, and i didn’t want them to be spoiled with a poor mood over a silly argument. unfortunately, she wasn’t very willing to drop the topic, and it ended up making me upset. so i posted this screenshot to my moots only personal from the conversation that consisted of my messages only and said, “tonight i had to explain what a debate is.” it was petty, perhaps, but very harmless, seeing as there was no context given and no names/pfps to indicate who the person was.

truthfully, i had vented separately to cat, eris, and abby about this argument because i was friends with the three of them at the time, but needless to say, venting to your friends about arguments is a universal action, and i believe it is something all of us have partaken in. 

eventually, i decided to softblock emmie because i felt it would be more comfortable for me on my blog to do so. after a bit, i was informed of a subpost that seemed like it couldn’t be about anyone other than me—to make things clear, emmie subposting me was not my concern. i did not hold it against her because she is more than entitled to have her own feelings and vents on her own blog, but the thing that did concern me was that it seemed slightly evident that she was aware of my feelings when i had never explicitly had a conversation with her. it made me question who would tell her, and as you may have guessed, the only person with whom i had shared my concerns who could also be in contact with emmie was abby. 

at the time, eris had also voiced concerns that they had trusted abby with the ending of the plot for the diluc series they were planning, and coincidentally, one of abby’s friends had posted a fic idea eerily similar to their concept, to which abby had been commenting and reblogging more brainstormed ideas under. all of these ideas were very close to the plans eris had for their series plot, and understandably, they felt that it was not a mere coincidence that their entire plot was being brainstormed on dash by a person who was fully aware of their outline. i’d voiced my concerns with believing that abby may have also been sharing things i trusted her with, and as a result we both had made a few vague subposts that we liked from each other—a petty behavior, i will admit, but not something that i think is very out of the norm for a lot of people on this app. sometimes, we all just want to vent out our frustrations, and because we all more or less use tumblr as an outlet, these can sometimes be vaguely taken to dash. it’s not something that is ideally recommended (i’ve learned the hard way) but it’s also ?? not exactly something that only i’m guilty of, or is even a rare behavior. i think to shoot down one person for this behavior is quite frankly hypocritical. again, subposting isn’t a habit i would like to push as mature but it’s something i’d like to point out is very normal in this community, and is not something only i take part in. beyond that, i take to ensuring that whenever i do, i’m not explicitly exposing who i’m talking about in order to keep them out of unnecessary issues. 

after this conversation with eris, it kind of solidified in my mind that i did not want to trust abby with any more personal vents, or information, and i had ultimately decided to soft block her too. i had also decided to take the opportunity to softblock kc as well because i figured i might as well just remove individuals who i felt made me uncomfortable. this is, again, my right to do so to curate my own space. not long after, cat, eris, and i had been softblocked/hardblocked by a number of moots, and we were a bit confused, until cat ended up having a conversation with kc. many accusations were made about all three of us, more specifically, about me to kc by abby because the two of them had been discussing that they’d both been softblocked by me recently.

the list of accusations we were told of is as follows:

me, cat, and eris have a “burn book” where we “blacklist people.” it’s important to note that every time this discourse resurfaces (this is now the fourth time), the “burn book” has fundamentally changed in its composition—it has changed from a discord server “burn book”, to a google doc “burn book”, to the current rumor that it was an entire blog that was used as a “burn book.” it is consistently changed to fit whatever narrative is trying to be pushed, and regardless, the rumor itself is entirely untrue and has been addressed multiple times. cat has had a tumblr theme, a collab theme, and a server theme all dedicated to the film mean girls. she simply had a channel that was to share the urls of minors to block for interacting with nsfw works, or people who were anti-dark content—this is something that i have seen in all servers i’ve been in during my time on tumblr, and is not a new concept for many of you either. it’s simply a precaution a lot of servers take to warn writers about potential minors to block, and potential anti-dark content harassers. the name of this channel happened to be “the burn book” because it was a mean girls themed server, so the name just fit. nowhere in this channel were other writers in the community “blacklisted” or spoken negatively of, and here are the screenshots of the channel. this was simply something abby had twisted in order to paint us negatively. here is the link to cat’s post addressing it for proof and explanation (i run out of pictures or i would include them myself.)

abby also claimed that i was using this channel to talk poorly about kc and a handful of other moots. this is also false bc this server had several strangers (as it was cat’s server and i didn’t know all her moots), but it also had several of kc’s mutuals/friends in this server as well. i’m not so dense as to talk poorly about other writers publicly in a server, let alone a server i know has people who are friends with kc

now, this next part, emmie has conveniently painted out to be about me, as i apparently harassed and blacklisted people for liking itto from genshin impact, but i have been playing genshin for over a year on this app, and quite a large number of you are my own followers who see my rambles and my writing and i don’t have to explain that i have never written for itto, nor explicitly expressed an interest in him apart from perhaps one or two posts from back when i did his story quest. i never had, and still to this day, have no interest in the character itto. i’ve skipped his banner, i plan to skip his upcoming banners should they come, and i have never written for him, nor do i plan to write for him. this issue with itto is between eris and another individual, and i do not have the details to this, as i was new friends with eris at the time, and i’m no longer friends with eris as of current time. quite frankly, even if i knew the details, i wouldn’t go out of my way to share them because it has nothing to do with me. plain and simple.

as you can see, there were a number of rumors spread here to kc by abby, and as you can see, all of which led me to seem quite vicious in character. i’ve provided, to the best of my ability, screenshots and receipts of why each of these is quite drastically out of context and far from true to what abby has claimed. 

i did in fact, after these events confront abby because i was genuinely appalled by the way she knowingly and purposely twisted things conveniently to villainize me. she expressed that she was upset and paranoid by the subposts that she figured were about her once i’d soft blocked her, so i apologized for the posts. she had conversations with both me and cat about the rumors she’d started, and she also apologized for them to both me and cat.

the rumors that emmie has claimed about me in her post, which she conveniently provided no evidence of, are all rumors that are more or less a result of my differences with abby and kc. unfortunately, despite cat trying her best to explain to kc the falseness of most of these rumors, she didn’t really believe them—which is her business. to each their own. i’m sure if i had been in kc’s shoes and in one night, someone i had considered a friend had been painted to do a series of nasty things behind my back, i also would not know what’s true and untrue, and she is entitled to piecing together what she believes is her truth. what’s not fair, however, is for emmie to have no involvement/understanding of these events apart from a twisted narrative she heard from one person and dog pile them into her claims of my behavior to further paint me as a villain. emmie is more than entitled to have her beliefs on my character based on her own experiences, which she has provided her own evidence of, but simply slapping an “and i heard she also….” does not necessarily make claims true, and is very manipulatively thrown into the post to add a list of things that make my character questionable to further validate her point. 

not only this, but she has made a point to openly admit that she and her friends have collectively mocked me for my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, who they have apparently labeled as my “fake” boyfriend that i used to get attention on this app. quite plainly, i get enough attention on my blog that i don’t need a fake boyfriend to amp that up. but furthermore, i am a south asian, muslim individual. my parents are immigrants with very strict religious and cultural beliefs that i feel are very restricting at times, and though i love my family, i struggle with my identity quite a bit as i live in a very western culture that clashes quite a bit with my cultural norms. i do not get to freely explore my sexuality or even romantic life in general, unlike some of you. my parents have been kept in the dark about my relationship because them knowing about it is something that could quite literally create a rift between us, and i find it very insulting and almost suspicious that a white girl is making a mockery of my cultural struggles and my personal life. many of you are either desi or muslim or simply children of strict immigrant parents with quite stubborn traditional views. i’m sure plenty of you understand where i’m coming from when i say that i have to keep my relationship hidden from the majority of the people around me. tumblr is the one place i can anonymously share bits and pieces of my life without worrying about if it will literally cost me my relationship with my parents, so sometimes i may have overshared silly or pointless things, but that is because it’s my own way of being able to express myself and my relationship the way i have always wanted to. apart from that, dragging and making a joke out of someone’s personal life is quite unnecessary in this case. the issue is about tumblr discourse, and i find it very hypocritical that i am being labeled a bully when people, more specifically a white and privileged individual, is plain and simple mocking and poking fun at my personal life and situation that i have no control of. that is my piece on that. whether some of you believe i had a partner or not is not my business, nor do i have to go out of my way to show you evidence of my personal life. what i will say, however, is that there are a handful of close friends i have on this app who are involved in my personal life and have seen evidence of my love life through pictures and private stories on social media. quite frankly, these are the only individuals who i have to justify the validity of my personal life to, and it’s honestly quite violating for someone to stoop to dragging someone’s outside life into issues about tumblr. i extend a very genuine fuck you to every single one of you that have ridiculed my personal relationship and just know that you are extremely bold to consider yourselves above bullying when this is the type of behavior you admit to engaging in. individuals with complex familial relationships, and identity struggles between cultural norms, their ethnicities, and the western world are not your playground to make a joke out of. some of us have very real struggles, such as not being able to pursue careers in favor of arranged marriages, not being able to pursue actual relationships that mean something to us due to a lack of familial approval, being forced to bear children at young ages due to familial pressure, and so on. they are not laughing matters, and are a part of my reality. and before some of you get started—yes, it really is that serious. i have struggled my entire life with having white girls poke fun and tease at my cultural norms, and i refuse to allow another white and privileged individual who already has a record of racially related discourse walk away with once more poking fun at my personal struggles and not be called out for it. i hope you had a good, long, satisfying laugh emmie.

onto my next points based on claims @/anantaru has made about me. the main thing i’d like to really point out here is that anantaru and i have never, not even once, interacted to the extent of my knowledge. they claim that cat and i cannot stand it when people cross us in numbers and that we go through people’s likes in order to find minors and blank blogs to explain all the notes. a) i am very bad at checking for minors and blanks in my own notes, so this is not even a logical approach on my end, but b) this claim is made because cat made this post under the tags of a post going around last year that asked to hear unpopular ficblr opinions.

what cat means to articulate here is that sometimes, when she is scrolling on dash and interacting with moots and their shit/talk-posts, she peeks at profiles she sees in the notes and has happened to catch minors lurking. cat, firstly, has never followed anantaru, so they are not a “victim” to cat glancing at their likes, but secondly, this is not nearly as psychotic as it’s painted out to be. cat is not, and was not, jealous of other blog's notes. quite plainly, she’s not exactly a tiny blog either, and she’s only stumbled upon minors in the talks-posts of moots, including me. shit-posts/talks-posts are easy to notice minors lurking on, and while most people recognize that it’s quite impossible to catch every minor and ageless blog in writing posts with numerous notes, a simple shit-post on dash is more simple, and her unpopular opinion was simply that blogs that grow rapidly need to be better about catching those minors because they are susceptible to having more of them lurking. it’s a really harmless sentiment, and she’s gently reminded me as well on more than one occasion to be more responsible about my habit of being lazy when scouting for minors in my interactions. 

this is not out of jealousy, nor is it some sick and twisted habit she has to “explain” why people get more notes than she might get. it’s also out of a place of concern for her own content ?? i myself and plenty of other large blogs reblog from mutuals, and they are well within their right to be concerned that perhaps minors are lurking on our pages and interacting with works we reblog from our mutuals. cat has voiced this concern to me before, also out of goodwill and simple concern for my content, her content, and minors in general. there is simply no need to twist it into her viciously looking down upon large blogs and their notes counts and claiming they’re “only because they don’t block minors.” admittedly, though, i do need to be better about catching minors, and i have always appreciated her trying to keep me in the habit of being responsible about it. more importantly, it was a small passing comment under a post of unpopular opinions, a lot of them were hot takes, and this is hardly a serious one to get so heated over. 

i’d also like to point out that anantaru has claimed we blocked them for being a gatekeeper and because we’re jealous of their notes. 💀. a) i am very grateful and very happy with the level of interaction i get on my writing, as more people than i imagine leave me countless comments and reblogs. i have never had an issue with comparing my interaction with that of other writers because i have always been abundantly content with the interaction i get. i have no other comment on this other than cat and i blocked anantaru at the same time because we happened to see a post of theirs reblogged onto our dash that made a joke that we felt was a bit insensitive to/alluded to SA—i’m sure it wasn’t meant to be taken that way, but it made us uncomfortable regardless. while we are both dark content supporters, and i myself have read more than one fic that includes noncon in particular, it doesn’t mean we have to like/enjoy everything related to it and we simply decided to block them. i’m not going to bring this post up bc it’s simply not important. they are an adult who is more than entitled to make jokes on their blog and cat and i do not have to like them !! we simply did what we were well within our rights to do, and that’s blocking them.

there’s more they go on to say about receiving hate asks and that apparently it’s because of our “group of friends.” cat and i don’t have a group of friends. i don’t have any group chats with her besides the one with her boyfriend because i get along with him sometimes as well, and we used to play genshin together a lot when i was in low ar. not that i have to explain my friendships here, but i quite literally do not have a group of people to “send after” anantaru because people are well aware of my close friends, who i text with my personal phone number. i’ve posted silly screenshots of convos on my blog multiple times, and none of these friends overlap because i do not have a “group” of friends, just individual friends who i talk to one on one. cat is not friends with my other friends, and my other friends are not friends with her. there are no inner circles that conspire together to send anyone hate because i “tell them to.” and if there are screenshots of me explicitly encouraging someone to send hate on anon, i would love to see it. if i had sent my anons after anantaru, it would have to be a public post, and i’m sure if there were a post of such nature, it would have been brought to light by now. they have also claimed they were given multiple urls of mine to block. i only have ONE writing blog, @/saetoru, and the only other two that are still up are archived blogs @/hanmine and @/katsuphilia, which are side blogs attached to saetoru and have been inactive for several months. there are however, multiple individuals on this app who also go by the name “tee,” and perhaps we have unfortunately been mixed up as the same person, but the only blog i have is saetoru, so there is no other active blog they have blocked me from that belonged to me and was able to harass them.

not only that, but anantaru has claimed that one person off anon sent them hate with a kaeya url which they insinuate to be me. once again, you are all more than aware of my history of urls, and many of you have all been here to see them. i’ve never once had a kaeya url, nor have i ever been particularly interested in kaeya outside of a small number of posts on a rare occasion. my genshin favorites have always been characters from sumeru and, at one point diluc, and once again i don’t have to ?? explain my selfships to you all ?? but literally, i have nothing to do with a kaeya blog or kaeya account, and im unsure why it’s being thrown into my name. quite frankly, i’m not sure  what their moot has told them we have said about them, but the only conversations cat and i have ever had about anantaru was that one about the noncon joke, and that’s it. outside of that, there is literally no evidence of us speaking about this person because it simply doesn’t exist. 

i implore you all to, instead of starting public discourse over things you hear, confirm them first. had anantaru reached out to me or cat and expressed that they are upset that we are supposedly spreading false rumors about them gatekeeping, then whatever misunderstanding it might have been could have been cleared. i would like to also point out that it is not above bullying when you simply dump numerous accusations that you have heard through half whispers from moots and provide 0 evidence for them. i am perfectly aware of why emmie may consider herself to have issues with me, but i have never had an encounter with anantaru, and truthfully, i’ve never actually even read their writing before. my main (and pretty much only) experience with them is seeing the joke i saw reblogged onto my dash, and as i stated earlier, the only thing i did for that was block and move one.

and lastly, the other point i’d like to make is that numerous blogs who i have been objectively very kind to have come out to take the opportunity to stomp on my character and reputation. for example, tumblr user @/osaemu, who used to follow me and interact with me quite often. i have always been excited to interact with her because she was really supportive of my gojo writing, and at one point, i had a small area of concern with her using the same exact title as me for a gojo fic. below are screenshots of our conversation regarding the titles.

i am quite confident that this is a very polite interaction, and i was very clear that i didn’t think that her writing elements, including gojo’s parent dynamics and his dynamics with the reader, were copied or even something that i felt she needed to change. i pointed them out as a way of indicating that between these parallels and between the fact that i know she reads my rb! gojo series, i find it difficult to believe that our fic titles being exactly the same is a coincidence, and it made me uncomfortable—my concern was not how she wrote gojo’s parents or his dynamic with reader. i never accused her of stealing ideas that were mine alone to use, all i simply wanted to do was shed light on the fact that based on these parallels, i figured the names being the same was a touch difficult for me to brush aside as a chance similarity. i was very clear to outline that i know these dynamics and themes in writing are generic, and that people can pull inspo from them because i have done the same thing. my only concern was the title, which i politely asked her to change, and she agreed. case closed. i have been, again objectively, quite kind to osaemu, and i had no intentions of blocking her like a moot had suggested because i felt it was a very silly issue to block over since she was very lovely to me. 

i did, however, block her because she posted one-paragraph posts with multiple characters tagged. that’s not a crime on her end, and i’m certainly not here to police her posts in the tags, but as me and plenty of other people on this app have voiced multiple times, it is a bit irritating and feels like spam to see posts of these kinds in the tags so i blocked her. this is a very popular opinion and i refuse to be considered problematic for it. i am not here to police what constitutes an appropriate post to tag x reader tags on, and while i have made posts simply sharing my opinion on what i feel should and should not be tagged, osaemu is more than welcome to post whatever she feels she would like to into the tags. i do, however, block anyone who i come across who makes those kinds of posts because i simply don’t like them, and i don’t like seeing them. i don’t owe an explanation for why i block anyone, but seeing as i have been painted as some bitch for doing so, here is my reasoning. quite a lot of people agree on this sentiment, and to each their own, but i don’t enjoy seeing those posts. i did also unblock her at one point, as she mentioned. this is simply because a mutual of mine had voiced that they felt someone had copied the concept of their drabble, and i was helping them word a message to send, so i went back to this exact conversation to look back on what i said because it was a similar situation. as you know, blocking someone hides their dms from your dm list, so i had intended to temporarily unblock her just to see how i worded my message to help formulate a message for a mutual. there were no screenshots sent, i simply wanted to jog my memory of my points, that’s all. i did forget to block her again for a bit but eventually did, and that’s the extent of our interactions. i don’t recall posts telling people that i condone sending anons with death threats like she has claimed, and if she could point out the particular posts i have made where i encourage people to send anon death threats on my behalf, i would be more than happy to clear them up, or address them. 

i have admittedly, on a few occasions said in my responses to anon hate itself, the phrase “kys” out of frustration, and there are i’m sure conflicting opinions on that, but i do not regularly use this phrase in my vocabulary. i have been on the receiving end of graphic sexual and violent asks in my inbox regarding me, my teenage sister, and my mother, during my time on here, and sometimes out of frustration i have said less than dignified things, but this is not a constant behavior, and frankly, i think once people make graphic, violent, and inappropriate comments about my 16 year old sister, saying “kys” in response is not the greater of the two evils. it is a tad bit hypocritical to expect benevolence from me to an anonymous hate ask just because there is “another person” at the end of the screen when they have not extended the same sentiment to me.  

all of that being said, jumping on the trend to trample on someone while you have the opportunity to because you’re bitter they blocked you is also no better than bullying. apart from blocking osaemu, I have taken careful steps to always be respectful to her due to the very kind comments she’s left on my writing. leaving nice comments on my writing is deeply appreciated and welcome, but that doesn’t mean i have to subject myself to seeing posts i do not want to see on my dash on my phone. i pay for the phone bill, so i will cater my phone to show me what i want to see, and if that includes blocking a few people, i am allowed to do that !! i should not have to apologize for or be crucified for blocking someone and their feelings being hurt over it. 

not only this, but several of you have somehow started a rumor that i am 26 or even pushing 30. that’s nowhere close to the truth. i’m 21, soon to be 22, and i have stated multiple times i am an undergraduate college student. of course, there is no timeline to college, and people of all ages complete their undergrad degrees, but i have made it a point to vent about my concerns numerous times that i am very stressed about taking extra classes every semester to compensate for changing my major late because i want to graduate on time. my graduation year is 2024 (as would make sense seeing as i will be 22 years old), and if you don’t believe me, i have celebrated my bday on april 12th of every year this blog has been active. you’re more than welcome to check my archive to see if that’s true, and for further reference, here is a picture i have sent to mods of servers i am in to be accepted. (note that my url used to be hanmas before saetoru.)

although there is no shame in being 26 or pushing 30, the reason why i wanted to address this is that i wanted to point out that yet another rumor has been fiercely pushed on my name and has been believed to be the truth. no one has to walk away from reading this post assuming that i’m a saint and i have never done anything wrong or that i have been faultless in differences i’ve had with other people. but a lot, if not all, of these claims are exaggerated with 0 evidence, and people have just run with claiming them as true. i physically cannot deny a large majority of these rumors with evidence or screenshots because half of them are made by people i have never interacted with or talked to, and i cannot produce evidence for interactions that never happened. i have seen blank, burner blogs post stories of their experiences with me, one in particular that claims i dm’d them to tell them their hanma fic was breathtaking before i harassed them about their theme, boyfriend, and parents. a) i do not dm anyone to compliment their fics because i am simply too shy to do that. i would have only reblogged the fic with comments if i enjoyed it. b) again, there is no evidence on their part, and i cannot dispel this story with evidence of my own because evidence of conversations that never took place does not exist. and c) i would like to think i do not come across as dense enough to attack someone in their dm’s viciously about their boyfriend and parents openly with my account, where they could easily spread the proof around if it had actually happened. i am not responsible for people’s internet literacy, and if people believe every story that is shared with not even a small piece of proof that it took place, i cannot do anything besides simply urge you all to formulate your opinions based on what you see, not based on what you hear. 

i would also like to end things off with an apology to all of you—mainly because there was no reason for so many of you to be dragged into something that did not involve you and also because there are very disturbing and important issues going on right now in real-time in the world that are affecting a lot of people. i never want to be involved in something that takes attention off of important discussions such as genocide, and while many of you like to claim i am deflecting, i think it is quite telling that some people have posted nothing about something this important but have made multiple posts regarding discourse. i did not feel it was appropriate at that time to focus on discourse, and i still do not think so, but i wanted to leave off with my own statement.

i would also like to apologize if i have ever come across as unkind during an experience with me; it is never my intention to be that way purposely. i have a habit of being petty sometimes and can be a bit short-tempered, and it’s something i work on. with as large of a following as i have, sometimes it’s better not to say anything at all than say it—however vaguely it might be. i hope some of you who also have larger followings keep that in mind so that you can avoid discourse erupting into something grand scale. please vent to people you trust and be wary of having a habit to subpost. but mainly, please remember that people trusting you with their feelings and troubles is not something you should take pride in spreading. there is nothing to be proud of about sharing people's private socials, urls, and conversations. while i am not always able to keep my temper under wraps, and while i have had my fair share of petty moments, i, to the best of my ability, have always made sure that i don’t come across as intentionally cruel or mean, nor have i purposely broken someone’s trust. sometimes i have retaliated back a bit fiercely, but i stand by the fact that i never purposely chased or drove anyone off, mocked or belittled them, or sent people over to dislike/hate them. i have at times vented to those who i believe are people i can trust, sure—but this is something we as people are all guilty of. there’s no way any of us can hold one person more accountable than others for partaking in closeted conversations that are never meant to get back to people and hurt them. 

i genuinely loved, and still love, writing very much, and i have always appreciated every ask, every reblog, and every comment. writing is a hobby i am greatly passionate about, and it’s always a hobby i was very excited to share with people on here because i don’t get to share it with people irl. i don’t willingly tell people irl that i enjoy making elaborate plots about anime characters, and i have always been very excited to share that hobby with you all, whether you are a reader or writer. i’ve read fanfiction for a very long time before i ever decided to try my hand at writing it, and i would never want to knock other people down simply because they “surpassed” me. i enjoy finding writers to read from, especially those who write better than me, because they are where i draw the most inspiration and motivation from. the moots i look up to most are moots who are in my opinion, far stronger writers than me, and moots who i always firmly believe deserve much more reach than i do on their stories because they’re far more fleshed out and in-depth than anything i can produce. and i am proud of them !! and even those of you who feel you are stuck not getting as much reach as you would hope, i am proud also of all of you for picking up a google doc or pen and writing and trying, whether you choose to share it or not. i will always strongly encourage you all to try your hand at writing if you have ever considered it because i have genuinely built such a better sense of self-esteem when being able to incorporate pieces of myself in my stories and express parts of who i am—i think some of you might really enjoy the catharsis that writing brings, and if you ever debate on trying it out, please do !! you might become really passionate about it. 

anyway, this post is abysmally long. none of it is to clear my name in hopes that i will be “un-canceled” (LOL) because i have decided saetoru is long overdue to be put to rest. i hope you can all, at the very least, allow other writers some peace and stop harassing them in their inboxes for knowing me (because that is also bullying and very ironic of you), and i hope you all got some sort of understanding of where i am coming from. if you think poorly of me, that’s okay. i have an opinion of myself, and the close people who surround me, that i am confident in, and while i may not have always handled things in the brightest of manners, i am well aware of what my intentions have always been. 

i’m deeply grateful to all 41k of you, and thank you for reading my works and allowing me to write for you !! thank you for all the very, very kind asks that i never got a chance to fully answer each one of, and thank you especially for all the supportive comments and love on the writing i’ve posted. they might be silly fics you read once and moved on from, but they’re all pieces of me, my life, and things that are important to me, and as cringe and cheesy as it sounds, it means quite literally everything to me when people read them and take away something from them. 

also, as a parting gift, i will be posting the nerd gojo, ex-convict geto, and a marriage rb! gojo fic to my ao3 (also saetoru) for those of you who have been patiently awaiting those wips to enjoy. please (a little more patiently) keep your eyes peeled for those <3 i will no longer be posting or active on saetoru, and in the event that i keep writing, it will be posted on my ao3, so you all will know where to find me !!

so for the last time, i love you my little runts !! wishing you all the best, and goodbye to my lil saetoru bestees. 

mwah !!

— tee <3

ps. i also have turned off reblogs for this post and limited replies to people i follow only. a lot of you will jump to say that it’s simply because i am “hiding,” but it is solely because i have said my piece and i intend to move on. thank you and have a lovely day shawtee ✌🏽

[batsandbirdbrains]

Can you imagine the absolute psychotic break Dick would have if he found out Deathstroke was his biological dad? So anyway on that note

The one where Dick is actually Deathstroke’s son

Dick legitimately has no clue in this AU that he’s not actually the son of John and Mary Grayson. Let’s go ahead and make this one also right after the end of young justice season 2 where everyone is pissy bc nightwing was “secretive” and “too much like Batman” bc he did the absolute correct thing in not telling the whole goddamn team abt Kaldur’s deep cover op. I’m still mad they gave him shit for that if u can’t tell like im sorry u all got ur feelings hurt but dick and Kaldur’s plan literally saved the world like hello ur welcome. Anyway.

Dick is utterly Depressed and he’s isolating himself in a Blüdhaven safe house, basically falling apart at the seams bc he’s terrible at taking care of himself when he spirals like this. Everyone’s mad at him and he’s blaming himself. He’s throwing himself into the Nightwing shit and running himself ragged beating up baddies, but he’s also just exhausted and not eating right or sleeping well and he has a shitty job at dive bar or a strip club as a busboy. Should we age him down to 17? Let’s make him 17, for the added angst of not even being a legal adult but having to take care of himself and make a fake ID so he can even get a job. Not that his boss even really looked at it or legally employs him, but still. If he’s 18+ let’s make him a stripper/dancer for the extra tips and to add to the whole desperate for cash thing. Plus he’d prob get a lot of intel for his night job, actually. Idk idk

So also, instead of Artemis going undercover to help out with Kaldur, she refused. She and Wally had no interest in returning. So Dick had to maintain both his role as Nightwing and go undercover as Renegade, Deathstroke’s apprentice.

Slade was surprisingly on board for going along with Dick’s charade, because there’s no keeping secrets like that from Deathstroke of course he knew it was all a ruse. Dick just had to promise to actually follow orders while out as Renegade and to actually put effort in when Slade trained him. Dick couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to get Deathstroke to agree, he knew it would eventually come back to bite him in the ass, but he was desperate and running out of options so he took it.

So one night when Dick comes home after getting the shit kicked out of him by some run of the mill baddies, he finds Slade Wilson sitting on at his wobbly kitchen table, drinking coffee out of Dick’s favorite mug and looking like he’s judging the state of cleanliness (or lack thereof) of Dick’s apartment/safe house. Dick is too tired to even question it and just falls face first on the couch, pressing his face into the cushion until he sees stars.

A muffled “What do you want” brings a short laugh from Slade, and it just makes Dick feel even more exhausted.

Slade basically talks shit about the so called heroes who threw Dick away when they didn’t like the way his plan worked, Dick starts tuning him out because of course he’s going on a monologue when all Dick wants to do is go rot in bed for the next 18 hours. But then he says something in such a casual tone that it takes a moment for Dick to register what the words mean, and he snaps his head up so fast it feels like he snaps a muscle in his neck like a broken rubber band.

“Shut the fuck up,” he chokes out. “There’s no way I heard that right.”

“Denial’s not a good look on you,” Slade snorts.

Because Slade had just said moments ago that Dick is his long lost son, he ran a DNA test and everything.

“Long lost son,” Dick mocks, “that’s bullshit. What is this, a soap opera?”

“You were kidnapped when you were two years old,” Slade says, his voice calm but serious. Not wavering. “I’d been on a job. Your mother was called away by her father. You were left with a nanny we thought we could trust. That was a mistake. And I’ve regretted leaving that morning every day of my life since.”

Dick can’t stop staring at Slade. This has gotta be a joke. He’s so full of shit, there’s no way.

But Slade isn’t wavering at all. He’s not smirking. He’s not smiling. He’s just watching Dick so intensely, and Dick feels like he’s under a microscope.

He shows Dick the documents. The proof Slade even has a third son at all. Pictures that look an awful lot like the toddler he’s seen in pictures from the boxes of old stuff from his parents’ circus trailer. A toddler playing with Slade’s two older sons, Grant and Joey, who Dick may or may not have briefly met while Renegade.

And then he drops another bomb on him.

“Your mother is Talia al Ghul.”

Dick feels like his lungs just popped like a balloon.

He doesn’t know what happens, but next thing he knows, Slade is sitting next to him on the floor, counting out breaths and talking him down from what was probably the worst panic attack Dick has had in at least a solid week.

“I hate you and you’re full of shit,” Dick gasps, his chest aching. Definitely only because he’d been kicked in the ribs earlier by a thug, no other reason.

Slade just laughs. Not like an asshole smug laugh Dick is used to hearing from him, but like he’s actually genuinely amused by Dick and his antics.

It’s only a little bit of a mind fuck.

Slade convinced Dick to come with him, at the very least just so Dick can use the equipment Slade has to run the DNA test himself and confirm whether Slade is telling the truth or not. And maybe to have a meal that isn’t instant ramen or cereal or a rotisserie chicken.

And Dick hates how comfortable he is with Slade, because he slips right back into the role of Renegade like he never left. And Slade actually treats him like a son, like he’s proud of him, like Dick isn’t just a weapon or a pawn to be used. Slade isn’t throwing him away as soon as he’s gotten all he can get out of him.

And if Slade is maybe putting some biased thoughts about how the Justice League and their junior team treated him into his head, Dick steadfastly ignored that fact. Because it’s true, they treated him like shit. Like he was expendable. They needed his plan to save the world from the reach, and then tossed him out on his ass and called him manipulative for it without so much as a “Thank you, Nightwing, for coming up with a plan that saved us from the alien overlords.”

And then he meets Grant and Joey. As himself, as Dick, not as Renegade. And they’re his big brothers, and they’re so excited to see him, they missed him so much, he was so little last they saw him. And it’s such a stark contrast from how Tim was so mad at him last they spoke, because Tim thought he should’ve been in the loop about the deep cover op, but Tim is still a newbie who almost tore his eyebrows off taking his domino mask off wrong not even a month before the invasion ended, how the hell was Dick supposed to involve him in such a terrifying mission?

And if Dick is out as Renegade with Deathstroke one night and runs into members of his old team, runs into a confused Kaldur who doesn’t understand why Dick is still going out as Renegade, well then maybe they should’ve worried about what Dick was up to before Deathstroke sunk his claws into him.

Because now Dick isn’t sure if he even wants to go back to them.

[fraise8910]

MORE LORE

Sorry it took so long. I don't have any excuses honestly

TEACHERS I DIDNT ADD(I lost the p.e teacher and the redesign of the libarian)

Sammi

The libraria is an alien who happened to land on school property and the principal was like "Yep you got a job"

Shes the same height as most students(june) so she's pretty small but that's because her planet has small caves and they adapted to that

Has an adult brain. Children are the size of infants btw

Ms funny

The ??? Whatever Grimshaw is bc idk the name

Shes the mom of June and April

She instills the fear of God into the kids when she walks through the halls

The janitor is lit Murdock. Not much to say about him except he's much more approachable even with that huge scar

THE MAIN TRIO:

Michell mellowed down a lot when he arrived at the boarding school mostly bc he didn't want to get in trouble again.

He got expelled from strange hill high bc him and Lucas basically filled the cafeteria with some foam and while Lucas got off with a week's expulsion Mitchell was expelled permanently and the boarding school was the only school that accepted him during the middle of the school year.

Somehow he is the 3rd best of the class being behind June and Mark not bc he studies but bc all the things they're learning he learned them at strange hill.

He will pull pranks once in a while but they aren't big.

Also he sits next to June in class

MARY���🗣🗣

So she went to a school I'll call School Of Peculiar Oddities or SPO high school and she was facing horror like bro is traumatized

So in SPO she had 1 singular friend and everyone else was jackasses or did not care and her friend would Die every. Single. Day. And she got used to it after a while bc when your dealing with dentist trying to rip out your teeth, a witch that you found in the bathroom trying to kill your bullies bc she mistook you for a royal and a monster quintuple your size revealing all your insecurities and fears in front of your classmates having your friend die and revive constantly isn't much of a big issue.

Until it was when one day he died outside of school, right in front of the doors, and she didn't care until the next day when he was still lifeless on the ground.

So she got bullied mercilessly and bc of that her parents took her put of the school and put her in the boarding school.

So she's fucking traumatized and the only reason she isn't bullied as much as Mitchell now is bc

1: she's friends with one of the bullies(the snake bully) bc they share room and

2: she's quiet and is quite literally a sad dog so people feel bad to bully her and

3:her cousin goes to the same school and is fucking terrifying(I'll post her later)

Fun fact: she wears the oldest uniform of the school that was given to her by her Nana bc her parents didn't want to pay for a new uniform

Alex went to Academic for Young Scholars or AYS and he had similar things going on but he didn't notice them. It happened in the background and he wasn't affected even once.

He also had no friends bc he wanted friends who would be able to match his speed while running but nobody did so he didn't want to be his friend. He also wasn't bullied bc he's dense and doesn't realiz3 he's being bullied so they gave up.

He got expelled for poor grades except in P.E. he excells in p.e

He wears the basketball uniform but he's like in 4 different sports clubs but not the football one(this will be important)

AND SAMANTHA WHO ISNT PArt of the main three. Or nicknamed Doe that's also a nickname but she doesn't really like that.

Shes part of the plot that will be explained later on but for a bit of knowledge on her she sits at the back of the class and never talks. She's spooky and despises the principal and history teacher

She is the main subject of an old school rumor where at night in the boys dormitory halls you can see an odd figure. The halls become damp and cold and the lights flicker. But the figure is seen to have long ass hair and Samantha has short hair so it couldn't possibly be her. Right?

So yeah that's everything for now until I go into more detail so here are some more fun facts

The school is named "Boarding School of Unfortunate Events" or BSUE

Yes the name is inspired by a series of unfortunate events

The school is structured like a collage of sorts

They don't have an art teacher but their music teacher is the one from SHH bc she quit and went there

Yes she and Mitchell felt o so fucking depressed when they figure out they went to the same school

The blue thing Samantha and Mitchell have on their blazers is the school symbol

The schools football club is called "The blue flame" and the basketball team is called "Ivory kangaroo"

Alex goes to Basketball, Tennis, Track and swimming

Mary goes to an art after class bc they do have that

Mitchell goes to the football after class

Samantha was originally named Jane Doe

[not-your-bro]

do you have any ud hcs? It could be anything idc

ooh, free rein! sure sure. josh + chris are def the characters i most frequently rotate in my mind, so some stuff about them off the top of my head...

josh

film studies major. i must admit i don't adhere to the psych major he's given in canon, though director/producer roles aren't my first choice for him either. he goes all-in on tangible stuff for his prank, so i put him in the practical effects arena.

artist in his spare time, but big surprise he's cagey about it. like, chris sees josh's sketchbook in josh's room all the time, but he's never actually looked inside.

with both movie sfx + art, josh is practical > digital, and he only dips into digital effects or art when he absolutely needs to. i just think he's a tactile sort of guy who prefers to make things with his hands, so creating on a screen alone doesn't give him the same satisfaction.

on social media in that he has accounts, but they're sporadically active at best. he can be slow to respond to texts/dms and his responses can be short, which gives off the impression that he's disengaged or bored. he isn't, he just doesn't want to be on his phone.

this is a longstanding hc of mine that i've absolutely mentioned before, but: designed hannah's butterfly tattoo! didn't really understand why, he was like you know your tattoo artist can do one for you, right. but she insisted, and he obliged.

gay as fuck. realized young, came out young, very comfortable. as demonstrated by the fact that, much to everyone's annoyance, he wears shirts that say shit like 'employee of the month at the dick sucking factory' in public.

chris

ok, so i've reached the point where the chris in my mind looks different enough that i get a little jumpscared when i see him in-game LMAO. i hc him both taller and heavier. he's gotta be at least 6 ft. and a chris hartley who's thin is no chris hartley at all. not to me.

does not come from money, like lower middle class. i have two totally different hcs about his family that both feel real to me: one is that he's an only child, his parents divorced when he was a kid (old enough to understand, but not quite a teenager), and he lives with his mom. the other is that his parents are not divorced, and he has a big family - lots of siblings. i've been going with the former in my fic lately, but both work for me. the constant is that his family's economic situation is more precarious than most people in the friend group, and family trips with (and funded by) the washingtons were his primary vacations.

has adhd. i find 'always on his phone bc he just loooves technology' less interesting than 'always on his phone bc he has existing attention problems.' this went undiagnosed for a while, and his performance in school suffered for it.

speaking of, he is not all-around school smart. like, emily may have strengths and weaknesses (even if she'd never admit them), but she can swing As across the board. chris cannot. he's getting good grades in classes that interest him or cater to his solution-oriented brain, but he's terrible in any class where there's no right answer. english, art - he does not get it. love him to death but his media literacy is Bad

bi as fuck, but it was a journey. thought he was straight for a long time, dismissing any attraction to men as a 'who hasn't had gay thoughts' kind of thing. i think it took him a while to come to terms with it bc he had a lot of internalized shit to work through. if a friend came out as bi, he'd have been like cool 👍 but him? surely not! he got there eventually though.

wowee this is long. as a lil bonus hc for another character, i'll add that i don't think jess went to college - i think she went to a hair/beauty school. she loves what a social job it is, getting to chit chat with clients all day, and like josh, she does best when she's working with her hands.

[asmallpinkfan3]

HII back from being grounded bc I want to a party but ya pookie is back :3

Anyways I would like to order a iced toh goes to a public school!

I've been watching the old gacha and cringing (ifykwim unless you didn't watch them then I'm sorry TwT)

-your local rizzless rizzler Peachy<3

The rizzler themselves also I was a Gacha kid myself, your not getting my YouTube channel.

But here is your order sorry I took so long to answer this.

Toh + public school!

Warnings: mention of anxiety, and just a little bit of bullying.

(I really like this king gif^)

Luz didn’t have to much trouble of convincing most of her friends to go to school while they were in the human realm, except one.

“Hunter I promise you’ll be fine.” “WHAT IF THEY KNOW IM A CLONE OF A CLONE?!” “they won’t.” “WHAT OF THEY KNOW IM A GRIMWALKER??” He yelled in a panic stare and Luz only looked at him for a second before speaking. “They don’t even know what that is.” “Oh”. Hunter looked away a little bit if embarrassed blush on his face because he felt like he made a fool of him self.

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“This is a bus, it’s so much different then the one at hexside.” Willow said as she sat in one of the rows of seats hunter sitting by her as he’s got the window part of the seat looking out. “Awesome! It’s more human things I can add when we get home!” Gus whisper yelled to himself as he sat in the back of the bus near amity and Luz. Amity looks out the window as she’s got one hand on her chin and the other one is in Luz’s hand. “Hey amity it’s gonna be ok, I promise.” Luz says as she leans in close to her girlfriend and amity smiles a little. However their sweet moment was ruined by some kid turning around and looking at Luz as they snicker. “Hey your the girl who held snake skin when you were younger”. They laughed and Luz tenses up in embarrassment. “You held snake skin?” Gus looked at Luz confused and amazed. “That’s so cool! What’s a snake?” (I don’t know if the boiling isles has snakes so please forgive me if they do) Gus asked and Luz looks over at her before pulling her phone out and showing gus someone pictures of snakes and she hands him her phone to look at the photos on google to show him. “Whoa, their like noodles.” He says in a amazed tone suddenly wanting to know everything about snakes.

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When they arrived to graves field highschool gus was looking at everything, “whoa your lockers don’t have teeth?” He asked as he looked around and Luz nodded her hand still in amity’s. Hunter and Willow walked behind them as hunter fiddled nervously with his thumbs and willow noticed as she looked over at the boy and she gave him a reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s gonna be ok.” She says and hunter gives her a smile one back as they reach their classroom with Luz, when they entered the classroom everyone’s eyes were on them, specifically on luz as some gave a annoyed look some nearly laughed at them as they all went up to the teacher. Hunters grip on his lunch That Camila made them all is tight as his grip is nearly tearing the bag.

Taking a seat Willow looked out the window and she had seen all the plants with pretty flowers and petals and she gave them a soft smile however there was some that was nearly dying and she forgot for a slight second that she wasn’t in hexside and she moved her finger around while under the desk and the flower came back to life as she smiled at it but the touch of someone’s hand on her shoulder made her head turn. “Willow, we aren’t at hexside be careful.” Gus said to her and she nodded as she looked ahead at the board where the teacher was speaking and teaching math or something.

Amity looked over to Luz who was just drawing circles on her desk with her fingers as she looked a little stressed and amity frowned, she didn’t like that her girlfriend was stressed so she just ripped a small piece of paper and wrote “you look pretty today”. And Hanes it to Luz to try to cheer her up and take her mind off what ever was bothering her. Luz took the note gently and read it her eyes softening as she looked over to amity and smiled.

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at lunch they all sat at one table some kids whispering around them from behind as hunter could have swore he heard someone talk about the scar on his face and that made him only lord down in embarrassment. “Wow your moms a good cook.” Gus said as he bit into the food that Camila had made them all for lunch. “Yea, my mom is a good cook.” Luz added as she took a bite from her lunch. Willow noticed hunter not eating because he’s stiff and nervous from the other people in the cafeteria and so Willow tapped him. “Hey hunter you ok?” She asked as she broke him from his trance and he nodded stiffly trying to convince him he Was ok as he took a bite from his lunch and Willow didn’t believe he was ok but she’s just glad he was eating something.

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After school on the bus was just them being tired Hunter had a small red mark on his face from where a dodgeball hit him, even with those fast reflexes of his the ball managed to catch him completely off guard. Willow sat beside him on the bus as she put the ice pack from their lunch on hunters red mark. Gus was watching videos of how snakes work, eat, defend themself, etc. amity and Luz were in the back seat of the last row as Luz had her head on amity’s shoulder the afternoon sun flowing into the bus windows as they went back to Luz’s house.

(Sorry if it is bad I haven’t been writing recently and I am a little rusty so I hope it’s not to bad)

[dayurno]

more than a woman is the ultimate kevin day song to me……. im so glad you agree…… i knew you would understand. i was listening to that playlist the other day and realized i HADNT added it yet and it felt like an oversight so i had to fix it immediately. it was very important to me the whole playlist wasn’t sad. i stsrted my kevin playlist in the height of me losing my mind about him last year in july (i read the books for the first time at the end of may!) but it only made me crazier so i held off making the jean one until november LOL. his is def a little more sad but i think a good portion of the songs are hopeful :-) and YEAH jean is soooo hozier to me. i gave myself a limit on how many hozier songs i could add. it will probably be broken eventually

UR PINTEREST BOARD that fic is going to kill me. im so excited every time you share something about it…. the dynamics seem so fun ^-^ also the richard siken tweet in there Took me Out. i own and have read crush by him so many times like it’s such a big part of who i am and relating that to kerejean makes me. sbdjebx. sweating. nauseous. so excited. the vibes are so good, it feels very nostalgic and warm already….. btw your jean playlist hit me over the head and gave me a.Concussion. i wanna get better???!?! under the table???? OOM SHA LA LA? that song changed my brain chemistry like three years ago and im going to associate it with him forever now. your kevjean playlist being so long is so very real too….. i need to sit down and listen to the full nine hours of it.

DBSIDBSID. the kandrew beef is Personal and it’s so funny. i am working on making them get closer it just takes a lot of time bc andrew simply does not like to stick around. he comes to a sort of truce with them at some point, mostly after he and jean have a Talk alone, but he still doesn’t like kevin for a while. there IS side andreil tho…. neil is 26 :3 he comes to visit kevjean in paris for a bit and immediately causes problems. but the problems help them get their shit together so it’s fine! andrew is of course intrigued. most of it happens in the background tho bc they like to disappear together…… but neil actually ends up in foster care and gets adopted by wymack when he’s around 13, which is around the same age andrew is adopted and meets jeremy, so they understand each other still :) they do a lot of sneaking around and do not want their relationship perceived at all vs jeremy knox head of the PDA committee and very happy for his own friend finding love.

the biting…….. jeremy falls somewhere in the middle of the spectrum but he does suffer from the most intense feelings of love anyone has ever felt and will latch on like a dog and not let go sometimes. it really depends on his mood and what they’re doing how hard he bites ^-^ jean almost never complains but kevin always does. as is how they are. and they really both love attacking kevin. sitting there biting at his neck and shoulders and jean in particular likes gnawing on the wrist bone. jeremy is only a few inches shorter than kevin but will not hesitate to push him around….. dreamy sigh. at first he’s very nervous about overstepping Anything around either of them but once he knows that they actually like him he becomes such a menace. it’s his life’s duty to make kevin day, his childhood celebrity crush, a little embarrassed and whiny. both he and jean are soooo happy to tease kevin and kevin complains constantly about being ganged up on. jeremy is actually still IN college too, he turns 23 toward the beginning of the fic (i. hc him as a cancer!) and he and andrew have their fifth year to get through so he’s really just some college kid nibbling on and picking on them and taking over their apartment. trust that jean gets teased too he wouldn’t want anyone left out!

JEANFO….. jean….. my apple strudel….. there is so much i could say about him but it feels hard to do him justice…… he really is so special. he’s a little more healed of course bc he’s 28 and has always had kevin keeping contact with him. kevin got out at 14 so jean was there for 6 years without him and it’s really. it’s not a good time for him. but kevin refuses to lose contact and even sneaks across state lines to see him at 16 when he gets his license (with 14yo neil). jean has always had something to hold onto and live for. so jean is doing okay……. he still struggles and he’s very stubborn so he would rather AVOID things and kevin isn’t the kind of person who’s going to push him to face them (kevin has his own things to avoid) but he gets a good push from jeremy. and he LOVESSSS keremy. it’s one of his greatest joys that the two people he loves most care about each other the way they do. he’s so obsessed with them and so excited to show them off when they get together with friends. he’s really a little bit of a clingy freak :-) ESPECIALLY if he gets drunk. he’s a very needy drunk and if someone doesn’t kiss him (or if he doesn’t get to bite) his whole night is ruined and they certainly can’t have that. he learns quickly he cannot keep up with jeremy Party Boy knox tho. he’s a silly guy <3 sooo bitchy to everyone outside of his boyfriends but tender with them…. they’re trusted with his girlish little heart. i could talk about him for ages but i fear tumblr will cut me off LOL our responses to each other are getting so long like we’re writing letters by candlelight to be sent post-haste…..

HELLO MY LOVE im sorry for the late reply my pc was out of commission and answering asks on mobile is terrible but i am back now as your penpal. I LOVED MORE THAN A WOMAN OFC i understand i think i've had so many kevin day playlists since i first read aftg in 2020 (which feels like such a lifetime ago!), so i try not to keep too much track of them and not to take them or myself too seriously either. in a way all the playlists i've made have been an abstract of my life at the time of making so i want to preserve them that way! which is why my kandrew playlist is 6 hours long. because i am preserving.

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY PINBOARD i wanted this fic most of all to be an ode to friendship. in kandreil i think theres so much history and tension there that sometimes it's easy to forget that there are other reasons people can stay together, so i wanted to write a kerejean where they felt like they were genuinely friends before it ever started careening into romance!!!! i think it's working. Probably. it's a very joyful and warm fic (or at least i hope it is) and i've been having a lot of fun with dialogue specifically because so much of friendship is just talking! anyway ah i have to stop myself before i spoil anything so just know it's going to be fun. hopefully. and there's a scene where jean calls kevin the first flower of edgar allen (direct rip off from tlt but bear with me)

I LOVE THEM BOTH TEASING KEVIN!!!! is there anything more genuine than teasing your crush together.......... that's the kind of thing i live 4 in relationship dynamics................ ohhh i just know this fic will get me so bad if it ever sees the light of day (heh).... ALSO HE'S STILL IN COLLEGE KEVINNNNNNNNNNN kevin youre letting a man still in college boss you around youve been better and more dignified endings. AND I LOVE DRUNK JEAN THANK YOU especially needy aiyayayaya..... my favorite senseless hc is that jean is a lightweight and he cant keep up with neither jeremy nor kevin nor renee. he's drunk off of one glass while the other three compete to see who can get liver failure first. he has been consistently getting drinked under the table by kevin for years. our beautiful apple strudel....... our little cabbage as the french say. :-)

i hope my candlelight letter reaches YOU post-haste and ofc im sorry for the wait!

[thefandommind]

Eli Notes from a friend who doesn't know anything

A while ago, one of my friends gave me the all go to info dump and explain everything about the Eli Monpress series. Use a white board, they said, give me everything they said. I did not have a white board, so i instead made a Google slides presentation. It took me over 8 straight hours of hyper focus, and by that time I had lost point of the presentation, and it wasn't as well constructed as I would have liked.

What was then added onto these ill planned spark notes, was my best friend of 15 years offering the idea that instead of myself, who knows everything about this series presenting this creation, they, who knows nothing about it, would present the slides as if it was their own project.

To add to this once more, my other best friend, who also knew nothing about the series, while one call, announced they would take notes to further help my original friend who requested the presentation, but couldn't make it to the call.

Thus, here are the notes, typed as fast as possible over an hour long presentation, telephoned from one non fan to another. Effectively, a blind man improvising facts of a subject he doesn't know, to a very focused, well intentioned, deaf man. Who we then passed the notes onto someone who was actually looking for information.

content warning, crack, and lewd humor.

The Eli Monpress Manuscript Notes

From Professor Barens

Nothing Sensuallllllllllll…………

Everything has a soul called spirits that have existed longer than us and have their own cultures and societies.

Humans were made by sexy white shepherdess

Organizations

The council of thrones: the eu, all kingdoms united, capital, alber whitefall is the merchant prince. Council of thrones runs the council bounty list

Spirit Court: cps of council of thrones, they think spirits are treated equally

Spaper Mountain: they are spacial wizards, they follow the shaper mountains teaching and refer to it as teacher, they are secretive and very cultlike

YOU CANNOT LEAVE YOU CANNOT LEAVE YOU CANNOT LEAVE

Maincharacters

Worlds greatest thief: eli Monpress, is greatest theif, wants highest bounty

Worlds greatest swordsman; Josef, prince but not twink enough, has too op minecraft sword

The one to catch him: miranda lyonettem tryna catch eli, is repressed bisexual, just wants some good pussys, is apart of the catholic church, obsessed with respectibility politics, gross, fake leftist, thinks hes ruining spirit court cuz hes theif bisexual and naughty ;)

Biblical picture of akutagawa and atsushi

The triangle is a metaphor for eli bc they/them pussy and frogs, stream they/them pussy by butt piss

Miranda Lyonette -Spiritualist, obsessed with spirit rights -doesnt like theifs -doesnt like bisexuals cuz internalized biphobia -believes all spirits should be treated well -hates insufferable men, cuz shes secretly attracted to them -short temper, runs straight into trouble

Canon vs interpratation Miranda

Canon -long curly hair in tight braid -left finger has spirit court -giant ghost hound named gin -her family tries to marry her off -not anarchist, fake leftist, her first time with anarchy

Fanon -has undercut cuz heavy hair, no curly girly hair products -bisexual, -married to work and has gold nose piercing -gin good boy -her wind spirit tries to prank -family cut contact, little sis lesbian

Has a sea spirit which she keeps iinside her, dont think too much about it Has a wind, tone, moss, mist, bonfire, spirit Bullied a storm to giving her extra powers Sea spirit inside her, his name is mellinor, which is the towns name, so shes tied to the city, takes over river cuz hes a coward, is asserting dominance not in a sexual way

Sex appeal: 10/10, redhead, angry, loving, loyal, likes to fuck but she assosiates with catholics so shes in denial Piercing: gold nostril hoop Sexuality: bisexual, likes fem men but not twinks, hates men Ass; huge booty, v curvacious, tall and good figure Relationship: single, doesnt have feelings, but gets gay panic

Final thoughts she is hot

No circumfrance for butt but she curvaciious

Sara

Elderly milf, hates children, invented ollor relay, commits spirit abuse, smokes, bitch, hates men, eats cold fish to make boobs bigger

Canon: -forced man to give lungs -she says they/them pronouns dont make sense -not homophobic -elis mother, have been in the same room 6 times -has long cigarette holder, has multiple addictions -makes a cannon to use fire spirits -idea of famiy reunion was arresting husband for high treason, (treason when high) shoving son into an oubliette, forgetful -has a spy in elis town home, eli is not tru anarchsit _says mirandas pretty but not pretty as expected

Sex appeal: 6/10 pretty, powerful and cunning, cant keep relationship Ass: none Sexuality: straight but milf Relationship status: unhappily married

She is cunt

Etmon Banage (elton john)

Rectior spiritualist, head of spirit court, father of eli, adopted father or miranda Probably fake italian, has salt and pepper hair, married sara, raised son in tower, made him kinky, fought in war with immortal emperess, big guy in charge of spiritualist, committed treason, said son was worthless, squints when angry, doesnt yell

Sex appeal: 7/10 Piercings, no Sexuality: straght ace 4: man asss Relationship unhapily married

Giuseppe monpress

Og greatest theif, buguar, prefers to rop blind people, adopted eli, real italian, is gentleman thief, likes opera, concerned about son (disagree)

Canon: Not a wizard, spirit deaf, doesnt know what eli does 90% of the time, Likes money, refers to miranda and nico as dear, taught eli is catchphrase “first rule of being a thief is being homosexual” Knew his sons type is large blonde men, have eli a look when he met josef

Sex appeal: dilf 8/10 Piercings, ear piercings Sexuality: old gay Ass: man ass Relationship: old gay

Shepherdess, benehime

One of the three powers, daughter of the creator, she has favs which she calls stars, is naked

5000 years old, created humans, made then blind, curvy white woman always naked with long white hair, shes legit white not pale has a sphere that is the world to watch her favorite, current fav eli, she has a man who is a sword, he is her sword, his name is lord of storms, black hair grey eys, keeps him aroound cuz she cant have eli, touch burns you

Sex appeal; 9/10 hot but crazy piercings : no Seuxlaity pan Ass; big ass Relationship: obsessed with eli, cant love

JOSEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF Liechen

Mother hen of the group, big buff man, knives strapped all over, stay strapped or get clapped, has powerful sword, runaway crown prince , josef liechen thereson esinlowe fullname, not twink prince but gets married off, not run away, au he and eli dated but broke up, cut a boat in half, found naked lady in mountain and are besties, cant die, convinced eli to keep demon, is spirit deaf, talks to his sword, oblivious when people are attracted to him, can cook , can clean, calls eli many names, says bastard, but doesnt say bitch , respects women but hates everypne

Sex appeal: 10/10 he is best man big tit is top Piercings: any Sexuality: bisexual, has type, mentally ill brunettes Ass: big ass, works out Relationship: dating comrades but doesnt like wife cuz shes a commie spy

He is my type 100% would let him step on me

Nico

Daughter of the dead mountain, demon seed, lost head, got picked up by sexy men, sweet girl, self doubt and anxiety, thinks friends will leave her, pushes herself tryna prove herself, has consumed men, has trouble eating food, deserves sweet, cant be killed, used to be from shaper mountain, was taught by unkillable man how to be unkillabke, then watched unkillable man be killed by another unkillable man, then she killed the unkillable man

Sex appeal: 10/10 can murder anyone Piercing: ears Sexuality: bi but likes her boys Ass; no ass Relationship: dating her mens

THE MAIN MAN ELI MONPRESSs

Thief, got second biggest bounty, he fingers doors, makes squeaks, cheats friends outa money for fun, DONT LAUGH AT GRETA COMRADAS

Ran away as child, got kidnapped by shephardess, likes being caught so he can escape, almost died, is best friends with josefs demon, wakes up spirits by rubbing them, extremely petty, he is manchild and insufferable, is easy going but will commit chaos, he relies on his ability to speak, has horrible trauma and not good relatiobshop with parents, ran out of window to avoid mother, hates smoking loves drinking,

Sex appeal: 10/10 (debatable) insufferable, man propaganda, good with hands Piercing: ears and knows Seuxlaity: likes blond men (me too) Ass; has ass 5: relationship, has crush on josef, is jealous when jossef and nico date

HE IS BRAT BOY UWU

[those-fucking-marvel-fans]

Time to talk about my Marvel oc bc I have no where else to talk about her

Meet Justine Silver Hammer aka The Crimson Cowl

I will come back from time to time to add/change things

Justin Hammers cyborg clone daughter (let me explain)

ENTJ

Transfem & Aroace. She realizes and tells Justin shortly after he begins teaching her about sexuality and gender.

After Iron Man revealed himself as Tony Stark, Justin felt personally challenged by his rival and began his scheming on how he and his 'superior brain' may finally surpass Stark.

He began to study biology and biochemistry, and after much time, effort, and money spent, he learned to make a clone of himself - Not only to have an heir to his empire, but also to mind virtually the same as his around at all times, making someone he could put all of his faith and trust into.

He basically raises her as his daughter.

She doesn't technically have a birthday, but Justin liked to celebrate hers on the day her cloning process was completed - December 24th, 2010

Being a clone, Justin was able to control the speed of her aging process so she's able to age years in the span of two days.

When she's 'complete', her age would've been around 20.

Though she is an exact genetic duplicate, she was a rushed genetic duplicate, which admittedly caused several internal problems on Justine's part (cirrhosis, Anemia, Agranulocytosis, E-Asthma, Brittle Bone Disease).

The public doesn't know about Justin's clone daughter, and she is kept within Hammer Industries, where he teaches/houses her.

As a sort of 'first birthday present', Justin has an extra lab, complete with a computer built into the wall, made in the basement, which acts as Justine's room and own personal laboratory.

One day, while going through the extravagant antiques and trinkets Justin had on display in his office, Justin comes across a long, red piece of cloth kept behind a glass container. The fabric looked to be like a scarf or head covering of some sort, and when she asked Justin about it, she discovered that the billionaire knew nothing of the cloths origin, only that it was one of the more expensive pieces in his collection, he then proceeded to tell Justine that she could keep the cloth if she desired, so she begins to keep it on a shelf in her lab, kept behind a glass container.

Her first experiment, roughly a month after she was completed, ended in a disaster, and though not terribly damaging her lab, resulted in a small explosion, which caused her to break her left arm.

After this, Justin contemplates on the opportunity before him - not only one more way to best Tony Stark, but maybe a way to help Justine as well.

What's more impressive than an Iron Man suit? A living Iron Man, who is not only acts as his successor but a superhero of his own creation.

So he (experimentally) replaced the internal parts of Justine's arm with a mechanical one - Looking, acting, and feeling as though it were the real thing to Justine, who couldn't have been any-the-wiser of her clone father's doings.

After seeing how well she took to her new arm, Justin began looking for an excuse to continue the cyborgification of his clone child, so Hammer Industries temporarily became a slightly hostile work environment.

(At least in the places Justine most frequented)

Loose floor boards, broken chairs, loose handrails, wobbly staircases - Things not too noticeable on their own, but when combined with Justine and her weak constitution, helped Justin reach his goal within three months.

During this time, though Justine was concerned with the frequency of the proceedures and tests she had been having, and even more so with her fathers eagerness to do so, she stood firm in her decision to trust him and his judgments. Besides, she had been getting better, and if it were going to help her to keep getting better, then what would be the harm in a few surgeries?

After two more broken bones, Justin had managed to essentially turn Justine into a cybernetic organism - All except for her brain, which he knew would be virtually impossible to do without her knowledge.

He had managed to somewhat convince his clone daughter that 'Medicine' and 'Nutrition Injections' had been the cause for her newfound strength and rejuvenation along with her sudden loss of appetite, and when asked what exactly had been done during the procedures only said that he had "fixed her problems." But Justin could only ponder and speculate what would happen if he were to meddle with her brain in any way.

So, after one last surgery, he completes Justine's robotic transformation by adding a sort of USB port to the back of her neck, which connected her body to the 'Master Computer' in her lab - Essentially making her robotic, silicone layered body a metal shell for her brain, supplying it with the essential nutrients to keep her stable and alive.

While asleep during this surgery, Justine has a dream of a woman cloaked in red cloths and beckoning her with an open hand. She began walking almost subconsciously, and it became harder to walk the closer she came to the mysterious figure, and she started to become more and more aware of the cold, lonely lab she was in with each step. When she came face to face with the woman, clad to the point of mummification inside of red cloth, she took their hand and felt only limp cloth fall from the space of that once occupied their body.

When she awoke from her dream, she quickly felt every piece of her puzzle fall into place and finally became aware of just what her clone father had done to her. She looked around, noticing the lab had been emptied of people, and the red cloth had fallen from its perch above her desk, glass scattered across the floor though the cloth itself was nowhere to be seen - That was until she clenched her fists, and felt the fabric strain against her grip.

She doesn't let Justin know that she's now aware of what he's been doing, though keeping the information close to her chest.

When Justin begins working 'alongside' Ivan Vanko, he heavily involves Justine as a way of teaching her "how business is done."

Though she knew could've helped her clone father, warned him of Vankos' inevitable deception through the bits of mumbled Russian she now found herself able to translate, she preferred to let Justin be his own undoing, and watch as it all blew up infront of his face.

Rather than bother with her clone father, Justine decided to learn more about the strange cloth she now found herself in possession of and discovered that it was indeed an artifact of great antiquity, which provided the user it's otherworldly powers at a grave price.

On its own, the cowl allows the host the powers of teleportation, flight, telekinesis, and when paired with a human host, the ability to manipulate their opponents' blood.

As she continued to study, she learned that the cowl showed signs of being a living entity that required a host to survive. The host was granted the cowls abilities, and the cowl a body to do its bidding. Though the cowl knew to choose its host wisely, knowing that the average human could only access its power, at the most, twice before expiring - But the cowl had known Justine, and it knew that the real human side to her was now all but non existent, making her a host able to contain it's power.

Being a cyborg, the cowl also grants Justine the ability to manipulate electric waves/electricity.

The cowl, able to alter its own appearance, often disguises itself as Justine's tie.

Now, under the cowls influence, as she watches her father continue to dig his own grave, she can't help but begin to resent him. The man who, throughout all of her existence, she had trusted, the man who she, mistakenly, put her life in the hands of. She watched him stride about his empire and boast of all his achievements and could now only feel growing hate in the pit where devout loyalty once dwelled.

So, when Vanko inevitably betrayed him and he struggled to solve the problem from Hammer Industries, Justine managed to steal him away to her lab, throwing him to the ground and cornering him as he attempted to back away from her words of hate.

Hate for what he had done to her, hate for all of his empty promises, hate for the destruction in the name of rebirth, hate for the hubris he had cursed her with, that for their shared gene pool, and eventually, hate for the entire race she was forced to share a space on this planet with.

She held her father to the ground, lifting her left arm above her head as it began shaping itself into a knife, and she noted the tears beginning to swell in her clone father's eyes before plunging her arm downward, Justin's eyes squeezing shut before the sound of a door being thrown open fills the room. Justin's eyes open, and Justine is nowhere to be found.

That night, Justine gains access to her father's files and research and learns how to upgrade her tech, seeing now how much of a rushed job she was.

Justin Hammer is sent to prison, and his daughter takes over his empire, publicly rebranding from weapons manufacturers to a medical enterprise and changing their image in the public eye for the better.

They continue to privately sell weapons (obviously) and eventually team up with Mysterio with plans of stealing his tech for her own gain.

Idk how to end this, but this is pretty much all I've got for her so far, but if yall have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!!

[jjungkookislife]

Okay. I need to gather my thoughts cause that was one heck of a chapter 😮‍💨 Finally finished the new update of Butterfly Tattoo Studio and my feelings are all over the place 🫠 I had to pace myself while reading it cause I both didn’t want it to end but also had to read more 😫 It was the much awaited date and I felt butterflies on my stomach from how adorable both of them were the entire time. The nervous jitters and the overthinking, it was very realistic and quite endearing to see. I loved how you portrayed both of them. And I also loved how you showed both of their wariness regarding Hobi and his other boyfriends. The way he explained their relationship was also great and I love how he was so reassuring and made her comfort his priority. Like come on, he was the sweetest and made sure she understood that they will go at her own pace and only do what she is comfortable with. With him being in a poly relationship, i liked how it showed that it really does require a lot of trust, honesty, and communication for all the parties involved in order to make it work. I am honestly excited to see her interactions with the others now that she knows their dynamic. And also, that smut? 👀 you did it again with making it both hot yet still heartwarming. It always makes me go from 😳 to 🥺 and I just love it ☺️ and Jimin, that dude needs to chill cause 🥵 I’m really looking forward on what happens next but ofcourse, as always, please take your time in writing.

Thank you for this amazing update, I loved every bit of it. I hope that you are doing well and not overworking. Please take care of yourself and stay healthy and happy 😊

I had to pace myself while reading it cause I both didn’t want it to end but also had to read more

THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME!!! I AM MELTING! THANK YOU SO MUCH <333

i feel like my greatest talent in life is overthinking and i was worried the overthinking was too much but that's how my brain works lol I'm glad you liked seeing both sides of them. i had fun writing their date, i think after dinner dates Hoseok was more inclined to it

thank you so much, i was nervous to post bc it wasn't supposed to be a series originally just a hobi birthday one shot but now i feel like i jumped the gun a bit so i guess the guys weren't looking to add to their relationship when oc showed up but the fact that it happened and they all heard about it from Jimin and Hoseok, they were on board to befriend oc and possibly consider dating her if she liked them and they liked her on a case by case situation. i might have to include that somewhere lol

ah the smut is the reason this took so long and I'm not super happy with it lol i tried to write it a sentence at a time and i struggled up to a certain point. but I'm glad you enjoyed it!

There will be a little more Jimin soon! 🥵 he's a total menace and he says what he's thinking without a care lmao i adore his character so much! i have a drabble coming this week maybe Wednesday if not on the weekend because I go back to work tonight and it needs editing and a banner and formatting :( bleh i hate doing those bits lol

Thank you so much! <3 take care as well and thank you for such a lovely message, it made my day <3

[your-dearest-sunshine]

Leon and his Bodyguard!Reader

after reading this post from the lovely @bellafragolina and writing this drabble in their inbox about bodyguard!reader, they gave me praise so i decided to write out the drabbles into full posts :D here's part 1 with Leon bc i was too tired to finish Raihan and Piers lol (who will be coming out int the near future)

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Leon never thought about getting a bodyguard on his own. He was the champion, the strongest trainer in the region, so why would he need someone to protect him? He could do it just fine.

Well, the Pokémon League’s Board decided otherwise. They acknowledged that while, yes, Leon was the most capable trainer in Galar, he was also prone to getting into sticky scenarios due to his lack of direction and popularity. It was known that he was very kind to all his fans and that he had a hard time saying “no” to any of their requests, even if they were being unreasonable. They needed someone to help him in times like those.

So when the board told him he would be getting a bodyguard soon, he was a little peeved. Leon wasn’t a stupid man, and he felt like the board was babying him after they described the bodyguard’s duties like a glorified babysitter.

He was told a lot about you before your official meeting. Turns out, you practically grew up at the Fighting Dojo in Kanto’s Saffron City. It was a world-renowned place where martial artists were truly tested on their fighting and battling skills. You were the real deal.

Leon even tried to find you on social media beforehand. When he couldn’t, he outsourced Raihan for help. But, even the dragon trainer fell short. You were seriously kept under wraps. You must’ve been terrifying.

So, when he walked into the Pokémon League Office in Wyndon to officially meet you, he was pretty shell shocked.

His bodyguard was you? The most attractive person in the room? You, with the pretty face and prevalent muscles?

That…was not what he was expecting.

You introduced yourself and your partner: a rather vicious looking Arbok. You were calm, collected, and level-headed. You spoke smoothly, but also rather impersonally. It was obvious you took your job seriously. Well, you had to. He was the unbeatable champion of Galar, after all.

Funnily enough, your snake seemed more friendly than you did at first. Arbok shook Leon’s hand with the end of its tail, hissing happily. You barely even offered a warm smile.

You were, as expected, phenomenal at your job.

While most Galarians were drawn to Leon’s recognizable outfits and large grin, your apathetic stare made most of them waver.

Arbok, however, was the nail in the coffin for those who lingered.

If anyone slightly nefarious or rude-looking so much as even looked at Leon, Arbok stretched itself tall and spread out its menacing hood. Arbok’s glare stunned even the most strong-willed people into stillness. It would add a hiss in too, just for good measure.

Also, imagine if any person tries to grab or touch Leon without permission…they’re getting whacked. 

Arbok’s tail is pure muscle, and they’re lucky that it holds back its strength just enough so it doesn’t break anyone’s bones.

Nobody's ever tried to reach for Leon a second time.

There’s a few times, however, when he has to do things in locations where Pokémon aren’t allowed. You excel in times like those.

Anyone approaching Leon? You step between them and him with a firm shake of your head and a polite, but firm, dismissal.

“I’m sorry, but Champion Leon isn’t meeting fans right now.”

After a glance at your stone-cold features, most people apologize and leave. If anyone persists, you knock them down a few pegs (verbally, of course). Nobody’s stayed around long enough after that to see what you would do if they were even more stubborn. Leon knows that it wouldn’t be pretty.

He always feels bad for his dejected fans, but he also appreciates what you do for him. The League was right, having someone to say “no” for him really was helpful.

After a short while, Leon realizes that he doesn’t feel much closer to you than when he first met you. He doesn’t like that realization.

He noticed that he was going to be spending most of his waking hours with you, so he’d better make the most of it.

Leon worked hard on becoming your friend. Any time he could, he tried to fill in the silence with small talk and conversations. He wanted to get to know you, after all.

Over time, you would reply to his questions with longer and more detailed answers.

Do you have any other Pokémon? Yes, but they preferred to stay at home.

“Will I ever get to meet them someday?”

“Maybe. Most of them aren’t as experienced as Arbok for this line of work, however.”

Are you experienced with battling? Yes, however you don’t do it recreationally. Only as a form of defense or strength training.

“You have to battle me sometime!”

“Leon, I’m your bodyguard, not your training dummy.”

Have you been in Galar a long time? No, you moved here from Kanto after being personally chosen for the job.

“Your Galarian is very good for only being here this long!”

“Thank you, Galarian is one of the seven languages I know.”

“...what?”

Turns out you’re versatile in countless subjects. Languages, geography, history, and stealing Leon’s heart. Oh, did I forget to mention that earlier?

It took some time, but you eventually drop most of the formalities and treat him like a friend. He didn’t mind how long it took, just learning about you every day made the whole process worth it.

This man is whipped.

He notices the way your smiles make him swoon and how your rare laughs make his heart stutter.

Leon is somewhat anxious about revealing his feelings to you. I mean, you’re very serious about protecting him. What if you resign from the job because his feelings complicate everything and you see that as unprofessional?

He’s thinking about what he’s going to do about his emotions during the train ride to Wedgehurst. He’s so stuck in his own thoughts that he doesn’t realize he gets separated from you when swarmed by the crowd waiting for him outside of the station.

Snapping back to reality, Leon greets the Wedgehurst people and goes into one of his regular champion-esq spiels. He walks while he talks, not even noticing how far he’s already wandered inside of the town (while also moving away from Postwick, his destination).

Suddenly, his iconic cape is ripped from his back and the perpetrator starts to sprint their way towards route two, moving quite fast. The crowd, obviously, explodes into a mob of yelling and becomes a mini-stampede. Leon can barely move.

Then there’s a hiss so loud and so threatening that it would cause a Gyarados to cower like a Whimpod. The crowd parts like the Mauville Sea and Leon can only catch a glimpse at your Arbok darting after the thief at extreme speeds before you grab his wrist and start running.

You yank him through the crowd and down a few side streets before rushing towards Postwick. Every movement you make is definite and calculated. You know exactly where you’re going and Leon can’t help but be mesmerized at your collectedness and efficiency.

Together you arrive just outside his childhood home. On the way there, your hand had somehow slipped into his. You don’t even let go or allow him to catch his breath before speaking.

“Are you alright? Did they take anything else from you? Why did you wander off so fast from the train station? Couldn’t you hear me when I called for you?”

Your worry, the feeling of your hand intertwined with his, and your unwavering composure makes his heart thump wildly.

He wants to kiss you so bad.

“I–”

“Lee, you’re home!”

The tension snaps like a rubber band and you and the champion turn to see his younger brother run up towards you both.

As you drop his hand, Leon turns to glance at you like a kicked Yamper before Hop throws himself into his champion brother’s arms.

Of course Hop was waiting for him outside. He shouldn’t even be surprised.

With his brother in his grasp, and you by his side, Leon thinks he’ll confess to you another time.

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i like this so much omg. if you can, spare me a like, comment, or repost and i'll be very happy :) stay tuned for parts two and three!! if you like my writing, check out my previous Dad!Ingo post here! it's like double the length of this one and i love it a whole lot too. also, requests are open if you want okay bye ily

[violetarks]

Arguing With Them/Making Up With Them

Games: Fictif/Arcana

Characters: Asra Alnazar, Julian Devorak, Felix Iskander Escell, Sage Lesath

A/N: Kind of went over board with Felix, oops, and spoilers for asra's route in his part, but really just minor spoilers. ALSO I COULDN'T ADD THE PHOTOS BC TUMBLR SAID I EXCEEDED THE LIMIT >:((, please tell me if you spot any use of pronouns for y/n!! i've tried to fix it because i previously used she/her by accident

Asra Alnazar:

getting into a fight with you would not benefit either of you

it was obvious how much you two liked working together and time apart would not help

and fights don't actually happen frequently, only once every few months

asra is a very grounded person and they don't enjoy it when the two of you ever have an argument, no matter how minor the actual problem is

but they would always be the first to apologise, coming to terms with the way you viewed things and ultimately understanding it

so fights never lasted too long with this person because of how much they really love you

you'd be back in their arms the next minute, because Asra could've fathom the idea of not having you at their side as they love you that much

fights never lasted more than just 30 mins with them, truthfully

you couldn't bare to leave it more than that because it hurts to be away from each other for too long

which is why asra finds it difficult to go on trips without you after you two make it official

and you'd apologise first a few times too, since you knew when you were wrong and didn't think asra was the one who really needed to say 'sorry'

nevertheless, you always came back to each other

this time, however, it went further than expected

this fight had lasted hours, most of it yelling back and forth

you and them were going through with your normal routine when you had suddenly dropped a specific potion that Asra had been keeping to themselves for a while

it was smeared on the floor and you couldn't help but feel upset at yourself, no matter how many times the white-haired person in front of you had dismissed it

you could tell they were very disappointed that they no longer had a stash of it and frustrated with himself for not getting spares

so you had sought off to get some while asra was away on another trip, and they again hadn't told you how long they'd be away, so you believed you had some time to retrieve it

you were originally going to close the shop for the time being, but then asra's parents had come around at the perfect time

they had offered to take the shop until you came back

it took you longer than expected since you had to track it down yourself, asking people around town and ending up at a merchant just outside of town who gave you the directions and specific instructions

you recognised the name of the town they mentioned, which is the same town on the lable of the bottle, so it had to be right

you were dead set on wanting it to be a surprise, and returned home around two weeks later, opening the door to see Asra pacing around the room

they were still wearing their large scarf and their bag as well as their hat was carelessly thrown onto the chair, so it was obvious that asra had just arrived home recently

their parents were nowhere to be seen, so you assumed that they had left already

asra's head turned at the sound of the little bell above the door and they widened their eyes once they saw you, rushing and engulfing you in a big hug

you thought asra was just happy to see you, since they had been separated from you for a while

y/n: "hey, did you miss me more than usual?"

asra: "..."

y/n: "usually, i'm the one who jumps on you like this, heh. what's got your panties in a twist?"

asra doesn't reply, only tightening their hold on you

which was definitely weird

asra would almost always have something sneaky and flirtatious to say in return, but not this time

you clench the back of their vest before pulling away, now realising the frustrated look on their face as they looked back at you

asra asks where you were in this tight voice that seemed unfamiliar, and it only got worse when you admitted where you had headed

it was dangerous, from what asra remembered and the thought of you being there made their chest tighten

and asra was correct, it was dangerous, but you made sure to stick to what you were taught for protection and look, you made it out without a scratch

but asra didn't see it that way at all

asra let all their waiting in agony come at you in a loud yell that had shook the candles hanging from the ceiling

you were shocked, holding onto your bag tightly as asra continue to tell you off for what you were doing

sometimes you'd attempt to support your decision, but that was lost in asra's words

asra: "y/n, do you realise how reckless you were? that place is swarming with trouble and it's even worse for someone who hasn't been there before!"

y/n: "i was only there for a few nights, i booked a hotel the rest of the time on coming back home—"

asra: "but you were still there! how am i supposed to protect you when i don't even know where you are? you should've asked me, and i would've come with you."

they would go on and on about how you should ask them and such, and throughout the whole entire thing, you held the souvenirs in your bag close to yourself

you didn't know how to give it to them now that they were mad at you

and you were frustrated as well, because you've grown so much and you're able to do whatever you please

it made you bring out your sarcasm more, which was a habit you had picked up ages ago

it had developed over the years of asra shutting you in and out of danger bc they're too scared of what will happen when you're alone

you two are rarely ever apart from each other already bc of your living situation, sharing the bedroom and the whole shop

y/n: "asra, i believe i am fully capable with taking a trip like you do"

asra: "i know, i just don't want you going there, y/n, i don't think that's too hard to follow"

y/n: "oh, i'm so sorry asra, why don't you tell me where else i'm allowed to go?? am i back on my leash with you, huh? can i go to the bedroom, master?"

asra had blinked at you a couple times before feeling themselves break, a few tears forming in their eyes

the word you used to address them as always made their heart pound in the worst way possible

because that's what you used to call them before they let you go, and now asra hates that word with all their being

you were so irritated with them that you hadn't noticed, now pacing around the room like asra was as they stands there, struck

asra: "don't... don't call me that..."

y/n: "oh, so now i'm not allowed to say things?"

asra: "i just want you to be safe! isn't that what you want too—"

y/n: "no, asra, i just want to do what i feel like and not have you breathing down my neck about it, alright? i understand that you don't want to lose me and that you love me, but that's exactly how i feel about you and i still trust you enough to go out there without me or any other form of help"

you're not even looking at them at this point

if you were, you would see that asra's actually crying and they're just staring at you

you're looking at the floor as you clench your fists at your sides, one holding the strap of you satchel

y/n: "i'm not the helpless person from years ago asra, i'm stronger now. i hate depending on people when i'm perfectly capable by myself."

asra: ",,, so you don't need me anymore? is that it?"

this is the moment where the two of you are just staring at each other, finally linking gazes

asra was already crying, it was silent and slow

they tend to do that, cry quietly so nobody had noticed unless they looked directly at their face, even then they tried to hide

they trained themselves to keep their voice steady when speaking as asra cries because they would rather not warn the other person about it

you were on the verge, angry and sad tears already forming

you were aggravated by yourself, knowing full well that you should've at least mentioned it to asra. they worried about you a lot, and that was a fact regardless of what they really thought of you

you were sad at the two of you for even starting this fight, they could've solved this better with just talking normally and not shouting

y/n: "i never said that"

asra: "but thats what you meant, isn't it? you... you don't want me to worry about you, and i can't..."

this time, you walked towards them with a focused expression

they were wiping their eyes before seeing you waltz up to them, utterly surprised by the look on your face

asra goes to say something when you suddenly bring your hands forward to collect their tear-stained cheeks in your palms

the two of you stop, another time to take a breath

you looked them right in the eyes, you heart beating hastily before biting your lip as you tried to hold back your own tears back

asra's fingers brushed against your elbows, holding onto them in reassurance

y/n: "i'm... i'm sorry for not telling you where i was going. i just... wanted to replace what i broke and i wanted it to be a surprise. but it was reckless of me. i should know better by now..."

asra: "no, i just worry about you too much. i want to protect you and be there for you but... it's like you don't need that anymore."

y/n: "asra, i don't need you to protect me. just... just be there for me. love me until you can't anymore. in return, i'll do the same for you."

you couldn't ever see yourself not wanting or needing asra ever

you two have been through so much and you're together til the end, you will make sure of that

having asra's face in your palms, you kissed their forehead lovingly and slowly, telling them what you had thought about that

it would not be the case, ever

asra was embedded in your life and you couldn't imagine anything without them

asra: "but what if something happens?"

y/n: "i'm sure that we'll both be able to handle it. i don't want you shielding me. i want to stand beside you, asra. aren't we equal?"

asra: "of course! i'm just scared of what might happen..."

y/n: "you don't have to be."

as you spoke, asra only pulled you in closer, wrapping their arms around you

you dig your head into their shoulder and hold onto them like they were doing to you

the two of you cry together in the middle of your shop, nothing but hushed whispers leaving either of your lips

after a while, asra mentions the lateness of the day and brings you up to the bedroom

the two of you go to sleep right after that, asra laying on top of you as you brushed fingers through their hair

a habit after fighting is always being the closest you can with each other, letting the other know just how much you forgave them and still loved them

Julian Devorak:

julian was definitely a hard one to get into a fight with

arguments and disagreements were only natural for a relationship of any kind

but julian was the type to not voice his feelings purely because he was afraid of what the other person might say

he didn't want to lose you and if anything he speaks does that, then he could not forgive himself, so he thought it was better to just keep it inside

he hated disagreeing with you more than anything, which is why you would only get a statement or two about it before he decides to just keep quiet about it

a habit between that's formed because of this is that you tend to not push him too far

he made you more independent with your decisions but also take into consideration his points

there's only been a few times where you two have fought for real and it had taken a toll on the both of yous

one time was when you had been frustrated all day while making plans for a certain mission and you had gotten into a disagreement with julian about something small

it started off as something he tried to make sweet and joking

but he hadn't seen just how much today had taken a toll on you

nadia was busy with forming different groups to specialise in certain things and she was already trying to calm down her servants and city from the recent events that threaten them

asra was caught up with travelling around and getting information about the whole affair to help you guys win

so then you offered to help with setting up the plans and such for each group as well as the four of you, thinking it couldn't be that hard. just devise a plan that is foolproof. and it shouldn't be that hard.

but julian was talking a lot for someone who should be keeping an eye on the enemy in the chambers

y/n: "but why would we take the scenic route when the backway is way more safer for us?"

julian: "because, my dear, if this is really our last night alive, i'd rather spend it staring at the sunset with you."

y/n: "julian, i am not putting you on that ride if you're thinking that way, we don't need some saviour out there trying to get himself killed."

julian: "my, my, darling, what's going on with you?"

y/n: "look, i'm sorry, but could you leave for a few minutes? this is really important and nadia needs to set the fighters in place by tomorrow morning."

he gets the idea of it once you say that

he now understands that you are stressed from all the work you had taken on, and he even offers to take some of it off your shoulders

but you just say 'no'

and that stumbles him

you rejected because he had played his part already and you didn't feel right about giving someone else your workload when you took the responsibility yourself

but this is one of the times where julian wasn't quite sure how to handle situations like this

he was so used to himself being the one who was pulling away and you being the one to understand that and know when to stop

but it was switched here and julian didn't know what to do, or even how and when to pull away

so he stands there quietly as you draw lines on multiple maps for separate army guards to follow

all the two of you hear is your pencil against paper and you sighing out when you have to reach for the eraser

you could feel him watching you and just tracing your every move, which made you feel uneasy and frankly, make you work even worse than you were before

y/n: "..."

julian: "..."

y/n: "..."

julian: "... *coughs*"

y/n: "please, julian, leave."

julian: "what did i do?"

the breaking of silence makes you drop your pencil, resulting in you pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut

maybe that would help you feel better

but it didn't as julian begins to hum some obnoxious tune

you're looking at him with a very serious and annoyed expression, making him feel even more confused

it results in a fight in the study room that makes all passerby people immediately leave the area

they wouldn't want to be mixed up up in any of that just by the sounds of it

you're yelling because you just want julian to leave you alone for a few minutes, thinking it would help you get some things done before you can see him again, and you can't focus with him just looming over you

julian's yelling because he doesn't know how to deal with this and he's trying to comfort you, in the worst way possible, but it's something and he isn't used to leaving you alone while you're upset without him there

it's frustration and confusion hovering in the air

you were piling up in stress because of this and it caused you to say things you surely didn't mean

which caused julian to say things he didn't mean either

a few times, asra or nadia would nearly walk inside but hear all the commotion and decide to come back later

they knew better than to interfere

last time one of them did, the two of you stared at them for a while, ceasing all talking and expressions before just walking away from each other, now silently arguing with each other

having another party try to butt in made you two feel like you were blowing it out of proportion, so you thought it was better to just ignore it

you're already gathering your things

y/n: "yknow what? if you won't leave, then i'll leave. i can't get this done when you're constantly talking to me."

julian: "ah! hey, i'm just trying to figure out what's wrong! i'm—i'm trying to help!"

y/n: "julian if you really wanted to help, you would've left me alone when i asked you to. i really need some space right now."

julian: "space? from... from me?"

y/n: "for only like... an hour or two! you know how important this is is nadia and all of vesuvia. i need to get this done. if i don't, i can't even comprehend how many people will die and if that happens because of... please..."

julain goes quiet as he hears the amount of desperation in your voice

you're really stressing hard about all of this and it definitely shows in your tone and face

julian finally sees how much weight is on your shoulders and decides that he should give you what you initially asked for

he decides to leave you alone

but he doesn't do that without rounding the table and giving you a kiss on the side of your temple, whispering a small 'i'm sorry' and 'i love you so much' before he leaves

you finally get moments of peace and quiet in the room and yet your ears are ringing loudly

you can't help the frustrated tears that escape you and the way you harshly rub them away before getting back to work

all within one minute

of silence

and without julian

you end up getting all the work done within the next hour and a half and you can't bring yourself to leave the room after everything you said to julian and you know for a fact that he won't be waiting very far

a servant comes around after noticing the quietness and asks if you need anything, and you ask for a drink (wine, really, it's been a long day) and you get it the next minute later

usually, they'd give you a glass and hang around with the whole bottle

instead, the servant hands you the whole entire bottle itself and a chalice before leaving quickly

you silently thank nadia for her good choice in people

you're by the window, sitting on the table and taking a swing from your cup, when you hear the door being opened

you expect julian, but hear another voice

asra: "is there a reason you left this guy walking around the palace like a lost puppy?"

with your cup still to your lips, you turn around to your friend and see him holding the taller man by the elbow

your boyfriend looked like he just got caught stealing, refusing to look in your eyes and only away at the wall

asra knows full well why, but he just tugs julian along towards you

y/n: "where'd you find him?"

asra: "the garden."

y/n: "which one?"

asra: *points*

y/n: "ah. okay. thanks, asra. i'll see you at dinner. tell nadia that i've finished and we'll go over it tonight."

he nods and leave you guys alone

julian stands there like a kid about to get told off

you're sipping your wine as you watch the vines and flowers outside

y/n: "so you were waiting just outside the window, huh?"

julian: "... just in case you were in trouble..."

y/n: "i'm on the third floor. how would you help from the garden?"

julian: "i can climb."

that makes you chuckle, and julian sees that you're looser than before, meaning he can relax as well

he walks towards you, sitting himself down close so your legs are touching

you hold out the chalice of wine to which he takes, pouring in some from the bottle

he clinks his glass with your bottle before you both take a sip

it's a nice silence between yous before julian bumps his shoulder with yours

julian: "i'm really sorry about earlier, darling. it was completely unnecessary and you needed to get things done. i was wrong."

you can tell by his voice that he's really meaning this, and he's playing with the rim of the chalice

y/n: "it's okay, julian. i should've been straight with you and just asked politely, but i took it out on you. i'm sorry, and i hope you can forgive me."

he smiles at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a hug

julian: "only if you forgive me, my love."

he gives you that smile that makes you believe that everything is okay

because it is and he really loves you

Felix Iskander Escell:

fighting with felix is very,,,,,, interesting

he's very stubborn and always wants to get what he wants

sometimes you just cave and do it his way because you don't have enough time to fight

more times than he'd like to admit, it's over very silly things that is just a preference for his every day life

like once you two got into a little argument about laundry day and how he needed to get all his dirty clothes together the day before, but he thought it was preposterous how he had to dig up clothes deep within his wardrobe to wear until his clothes dried

it was very useless

but sometimes you wouldn't see a proper way around doing his idea, so you fight to do yours

sage and anisa didn't particularly like getting involved in you fights, mainly because you were both ruthless and vvvv stubborn with your own points, depending what it was

felix would tell anisa that she was too uptight to understand where he was coming from

you would tell sage to butt out because he's too drunk to hear the bullshit he's spitting

you both endlessly apologise to the both of them in the end, because it's just plain rude and they didn't do anything

one time, you guys were in the middle of a fight with troops made up of sage's friends and anisa's peers, against some horribly strong enemies

felix was not good with close range attacks, so he happened to miss out on some assassin drawing in close to you, who was covering his vanguard

he calls too late as you get slashed in the back and grunt before turning around and slamming them into the way, breaking their helmet and watching the blood drip from behind it

you take a moment before stepping away and tripping back on your feet, landing on your rear as felix calls your name and stays at your side while your coworkers did what they needed to

you hear sage call out your name but felix tells him to go on while he takes care of you

felix: "i need to get you out of here. now. a... a first aid station or something."

y/n: "we're in a battlefield, felix, and the closest thing to a first aid station is that bathroom over there."

it gets blown up as soon as you say that

y/n: "nevermind."

felix: "then i'll find a way to assist you here."

felix knew nothing about closing wounds and how to heal them quickly with magic

he once tried the same thing with sage and he ended up in a ghost form for two hours, where he haunted felix and messed with anisa's hair

he was panicking though

he needed to help you

felix pulls off his coat and wraps it around you, pulling your arms through the sleeves since he knew if anyone saw one of their leaders injured then they'd be disheartened

anisa had warned them about that

y/n: "not now, we have things to do."

felix: "but you'll bleed out before you can finish anything useful! y/n, just allow me to bandage you up."

y/n: "you'll have an easier time the faster we finish this fight, come on."

you stand up, ready to continue with your weapon in hand when felix yanks you back with some magic

you look at him confused

felix: "haven't you ever read those tales? the injured back away from the war, y/n, not rush into it again."

y/n: "this is all we've got. nobody else is going to fight for us except for us."

felix: "don't be so deluded! listen to me—"

y/n: "after."

and you sprint off with your weapon, heading towards the group anisa is leading

this area was clear, and you trusted felix to know better than to wander off without any help

you're doing well so far, since you were wearing a black cloak over your back

sage was fairly good with a sword so he had taught you to use one

you told anisa to go on ahead so that you could make a round to find any other enemies that would be holed up in this facility

the fight was continuing outside

just as you get the area cleared, you feel your arm being tugged in the opposite direction

out of pure instinct, you flip them over your shoulder and hold them down harshly

takes you a moment to realise it's felix

you immediately let go and get off of him, calling out his name in surprise

y/n: "god, felix are you alright? you shouldn't scare me like that!"

he doesn't answer you for a moment before he slowly gets up and turns to face you, hand on his head

felix: "i'm taking you home."

y/n: "we're not finished!"

felix: "i do not care for this stupid war! you're bleeding through your back and i can tell how much pain is residing within! do not test my patience! my decision is final!"

all the yelling runs to his head, making it worse as he grips his hair

when he pulls his palm away, blood begins to drip down from his hairline

you're staring at him

you must've hit him hard,,,

felix: "i'm... i'm fine..."

and he passes out

you're kind of torn, because you need to get out there and fight but you also don't know who can look after felix

you groan as you haul him onto your back, making way for a nearby tower that you could hide in

felix used to teach you a few things about offensive magic, but gave you books about it since he wasn't able to teach that stuff

so you were shooting magic fire arrows at enemies when felix wakes up, bandage around his head and throbbing pain everywhere

you only had just enough for him

you look to him for a moment, focused look before turning to the field

you hated arguing with felix

this might not have seen like much to anyone but this was a breach for you

you trusted felix in his study, making plans, doing crazy experiments

and he was supposed to trust you on the field and protecting the others

it was like he didn't think you would do right here

you hated that

you spent so long to earn the respect of people around you in Porrima and anisa had warned you that many fighters did not trust you

you needed to prove how good you were and how much you intended to help

you promised to be on the front lines

but now, you were in a tower providing sniper aid while your lover was trying to recollect what happened

you shoot another arrow, getting an enemy square in the shoulder

y/n: "done whining?"

felix: "excuse me?"

y/n: "i only stayed back to make sure you were okay. they're expecting me out there."

felix: ",,, you didn't even treat your own wounds, y/n."

y/n: "busy."

he's so confused

why don't you just take a break???

it's not that hard???

felix knows a certain telepathy spell that lasts a few seconds for him, so he decides a quick look into that head of yours should help him understand better

you were only a few feet away from him, pulling back another magic arrow before you feel felix tug on your arm, making your arrow shoot within the room

it sputters around the room, hitting all the walls around the both of you

you tackle felix down and hold his head to your chest, making sure he was covered so he didn't get hit and you're also getting irritated

the arrows shoots out the window and you pull yourself up, taking a breath of relief

you shoot a look to felix

y/n: "what the hell is going on with you? what were you thinking?"

felix: ",,,,,"

y/n: "felix, we don't have any time for this! we're in deep shit right now, i don't need you trying to pull me out of the fight when i need to be there!"

you stand up, grabbing your sword and opening a portal like how felix taught you too

you're about to walk through

felix: "you don't need to prove yourself to anyone, y/n."

you stop and turn around to him, asking him what he said

felix: "none of this is of your concern, y/n. this is porrima's affairs and you are not even from here. i don't understand why you would make this a problem of your own."

you're still confused as to why he's saying these things

the portal closes behind you, making felix give a sigh of relief

he stands, carefully

y/n: "i'm fighting for my friends and their home"

felix: "you're fighting for the sake of being known, being seen as someone. y/n, that is selfish and you know it yourself. don't let a dream like that delude you from what is reality."

his words are harsh and he knows this, because if he doesn't speak this way then he won't get his point across properly

you look like you've seen a ghost

you're horrified

because you know he's been through your mind

a part of you knows that it's true

y/n: "shut up. you don't know what you're talking about."

felix: "i was just in your thoughts, y/n, i know. you shouldn't think of yourself something you are not."

y/n: "i'm trying to help! what do you want?"

felix: "you need medical attention. you're... you're back is drenched in crimson and you look pained whenever you draw back an arrow."

you shake your head at him because you can't believe how selfish he is making you sound, so much that you'd risk your own life to be seen as a god in the end?

you throw your sword to the wall

and grip felix's collar harshly

he's startled at the sudden movement

y/n: "listen. i've become too close to everyone here to just let them die. you have to let me do this."

felix isn't worried about himself in this situation like he would be whenever someone stronger began to threaten him

he's seen into your head so he knows where you are mentally

he only holds onto your wrists

felix: "you don't always have to be the savior, y/n, there are other people in the world."

y/n: ",,, and what if they fail?"

you've been burdened with all of this because of the mystery around your sudden appearance making everyone either think you were a traitor/assassin sent to kill them all, or some powerful all knowing being

you worked hard to get everyone's respect and attention

no way are you letting that all down now

but you're pushing yourself way too hard

you're shaking and your grip is getting looser

felix: "well... if you really want to, then you should face them when you're healed and okay. no point in trying to save the world when you're low on health, correct?"

y/n: ",,, right. but... but i can still help them."

felix: "of course you can, but please allow me to heal your back first."

you nod your head before sliding off the jacket, letting felix see the damage done, it was a lot

after he finishes, you apologise immediately and he does so too

he gives you a shy kiss to show that it's fine now, and by the sounds of it, the fight has stopped

you two meet up with sage and anisa and explain the situation that had happened, and they understand immediately after seeing how much bandaging your back needed, in private of course. your whole area from your chest to your waist band, blood still seeping through your back

in the end, everyone praised your bravery and nobody blames you, making you feel a lot more better about yourself

Sage Lesath:

sage is

not the ideal person to get into a fight with

not only does he constantly hide his emotions from everyone else until the bottle can't handle anymore, but he also blows up and says a lot of hurtful things when he's upset

however this is with anyone, he just gets so frustrated that he ends up tearing the person he's arguing with a new wound

he gets very emotional when he fights

tears are almost a given

yelling and headaches

but sage tries to get better

when he hears it himself after he says it, he instantly regrets even opening his mouth

immediately tries to apologise to whoever he yelled at, but there are a few times where he's gone too far

that would mean the person he yelled at would need a day or even a week to fully forgive him for what he's said, and more often than not it's someone he's close with, which makes it even worse

but sage knows when he goes too far

it's just that he has a hard time getting over it himself

this has happened between the two of you at some point in your relationship

you guys had been on the rocky side of things because he had a fight with anisa and felix about something important and you had just walked in as it hit the middle of it

you asked what was going on, and when they explained it to you, you had agreed with the duo rather than with sage

that made him frustrated, because now it felt like the world was against him today

and he started yelling at you as well

y/n: "sage, there wasn't another way to go around it. anisa and felix made the right decision, they couldn't do anything else."

sage: "maybe if they listened to me, then we wouldn't be in an even bigger mess!"

y/n: "nothing has changed though. we're just in the same spot, so we can retry everything."

sage: "oh my god, but this was the perfect opportunity to move forward! and those two dumbasses wasted it!"

you tried to calm him down even more and the other two have stopped talking at this point

you don't like it when sage faces his problems without a good mindset, you can tell he is frustrated by what happened and can't see the bigger picture

sage just doesn't understand why you can't see things the way he is

both of them recognise that this is no longer about them but about you, which makes them confused

why did it suddenly change? was it because you were involved now?

sage had already had a go at anisa and felix, spitting some harsh words at them that the two only overlooked as they knew about him and how he acted at these times

however, it lingered in their head about whether or not sage would go that far with you

y/n: "calm down, please. it's already happened, so we might as well just figure out our next course of action."

sage: "oh to hell with that. where were you when all of this went down, huh?"

y/n: "i... i was here."

you backed down for a moment, feeling a little useless at this point

anisa realised how sage was going to take this and stepped in herself

anisa: "i asked y/n to stay, sage, that was my fault. if you are angry with that, then discuss it with me."

you didn't like it when either of them fought, but what could you do?

sage was in no agreeing manner and anisa held firm to her statement

it was incredibly hard to sort things out in this group

sage: "but that's it. y/n was here while we were out there risking our own lives. what's the point of you being here if you aren't going to help us?"

y/n: "i am helping! anisa asked me to gather whatever information i could about the opposition!"

felix was about to ask what you found, since you had asked him to transport you to a very enemy secluded area and he was worried about your safety

but he was ignored

you two were still going at it

sage: "well that's now fucking useless, isn't it? we lost."

y/n: "you didn't lose."

sage: "and how would you know? you weren't even there!"

felix and anisa seat themselves down

at this point, there's no trying to stop them or even separate them

this had gone on for too long to go back, so they had to ride it out

it goes on, your frustration building up so much that you start to yell just out of pure frustration with sage

he falls deeper and deeper into the hole, pulling out things that would surely anger you further from just hearing about it

it would usually be that the two leave the room, but they haven't seen you this heated before

it was strange and they wanted to be careful, especially considering that you haven't mastered using your relic yet

sage: "you're so single-minded, oh my god! i just want you to see things my way, is that so hard for you?"

y/n: "sage, you can't expect someone to put themselves in your shoes if you can't do it for yourself! anisa and felix could've died out there and all you care about is winning that one fight! there will be others to redeem yourself if your pride and reputation as a mercenary means that much to you!"

you don't mean that

you know how much he cares for his friends but you're baffled by the fact that he'd prioritise the mission over them

and you're sure that they are as upset as you are

they give each other a look before listening in to the both of you

you were usually the calm one in this situation and it would take a lot to rile you up

and these two didn't know if your relic would come out to play in these times

you weren't someone who would resort to violence in a fight but your emotions are tied to your weapon, so if you were pushed far enough then it would appear

sage: "i don't even know why you even got involved in the first place."

y/n: "because you're acting crazy at the moment"

sage: "you keep saying i'm overreacting when you won't even hear me out."

y/n: "calm down first. you don't know what you're saying when you get this angry."

he's walking up to you and is now standing right in front

he's glaring holes into your head and getting more heated up that necessary

you've never been afraid of sage and you aren't now

you know that no matter what, sage would never ever hit you

and of course he wasn't going to

standing right up in front of the person he was arguing with was a habit that he had formed after years of having to fight for himself with no one to back him up

it was like an unconscious practice between him and fighting with anyone

so when he got up in your face, you didn't think anything of it

sage: "you know, y/n, what you have to say doesn't even matter. you're just some random person felix brought from another world, you don't matter when it comes to our lives. you mean nothing to what we have to do. to us."

this was the first time that he had hit that deep part in your heart

a sense of alienation when it came to you and porrima

you had mentioned this to sage before when you were feeling homesick a few days after your arrival

you were very vulnerable at that point and sage was there to help comfort you

you never brought it up again because everyone had made you feel a part of their lives and more comfortable, considering you were in a whole different time

when sage hears what he said, his head begins to reel at his sheer stupidity but he doesn't let it show on his face

he still believes that he is right

his pride gets in the way a lot

anisa: "that is far enough, sage."

she's angry with him, mostly because she had never believed that sage would treat y/n the same way he treated them in arguments

she believed that y/n was the only one who could properly calm sage down but it seemed this was just a bit too much

felix is wide eyed at the both of you, still processing what was happening

this was the first

he hadn't pictured sage yelling at you like that

and what was worse is that you feeling alienated was more of a silent secret kept between the group because of the nature of you coming into this world

everyone had a hint of it

but you hadn't actually told them, which made this even worse

you trusted sage with this and now he just confirmed it and resurfaced the problem when you were so close to forgetting about it

felix: "sage, that was a bit much, don't you think? it was uncalled for."

sage: "you—... i just..."

anisa: "are you alright, y/n?"

everyone's eyes are on you now

you give your best calm smile

y/n: "i'm fine. i supposed that clears that up."

everyone knew you weren't talking about the argument between the three

you left to your bedroom right after that, feeling your face burn with embarrassment and your chest tightening

anisa and felix were lecturing sage about it, making his tail only brush against the floor beneath them

they leave soon after

you had originally gone in there to give anisa the information she needed, written on a few sheets of paper, so the knight took that and began on her way to building the next step

felix wanted to come along as well, seeing as y/n needed time for herself and sage wasn't in the companying mood

sage would be in the study by himself for a while

until it was dinner time

he went into the dining room to see anisa and felix seated down, already beginning to eat what was prepared

sage: "where's y/n?"

felix: "hasn't left the bedroom. i tried already, but my efforts were useless."

anisa: "perhaps i should try again."

but before she can stand up fully, sage is already scooping up the two dinner plates and utensils in his grasp, leaving the dining hall against felix's calls

he's in front of your room in under a minute, using his foot to gently knock of the door

sage: ",,, hey, um... it's me? can i come in?"

he's met with silence

sage: "anisa and felix said you didn't come down for dinner, so i brought it up with me here. i was hoping we could eat together... and talk...?"

he hears a few shuffles before you open the door, allowing him to come inside

he sets the plates on the desk before engulfing you in a tight hug, arms around her shoulders and head dug into your shoulder

he's apologising almost immediately, which stops you because it happened all so quick

y/n: "hey..."

sage: "i was such an ass to you and you don't deserve any of that. i know how hard it is for you and i didn't help. i don't think you're nothing, and those two sure as hell don't. you..."

his grip on you tightens as strands of his hair falls over your eyes

he takes a shaky breath in

sage: "you're the first thing to mean everything to me. so please, forgive me. i'll do whatever it takes to make up for this."

he's crying and you are as you wrap your arms around his torso

y/n: "please don't talk about that anymore..."

sage: "i promise."

y/n: "okay,,, i'm really sorry about everything i said. i know you were worried about the others and that you're better than your pride. but i... i still think they made the right decision."

he takes a moment before brushing fingers on the back of your neck as a reassuring act

sage: "i understand. they probably did, i have no idea what was going on, i was freaking knocked out."

you asked if he was okay and he responds with tilting his head so his cheek is facing you

sage: "kiss it better?"

of course, you obliged

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Hellaur, this is my first ever request. Can you write a fic about bangchan/ han jisung/ Minho/ changbin comforting sad/hopeless reader? Im having a very hard time keeping up my grades, I've been studying for 14 hrs everyday just to ruin my most important exam. All my friends seem to do well when they're not even working as hard as me. I'm ready to study more but I keep losing hope. Idk what to do, I'm losing hope for getting into my dream University T T. Thank you so much bestie, for listening to me.

hii love i’m SO so sorry this took ages i rewrote this so many times with so many different scenarios until i was able to decide on one,,,i hope you enjoy this!! also about your exams, i can’t quite say i’ve been in your place but i can imagine what it’s like,,, maybe try to give your brain a break instead of studying even harder bcs sometimes that just exhausts you and you’ll burn out and this won’t do you any good!! please take care of yourself and i’ll be rooting for you, you can make it!!♡

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genre: hs au, comfort

warnings: failure (not sure if i should put this here but just in case), use of “baby” platonically

minho+3racha x reader (friendgroup/platonic)

pls reblog if you enjoyed!!<3

the hallways were full of students with various emotions displayed on their faces. 

some were jumping up and down and cheering excitedly, while, oppositely, some others looked upset and confused, a few were crying even, and some just looked like they simply did not care.

it was results day for the midterm exams you took two weeks ago.

your friends minho, chan, changbin and jisung had already checked their results on the board that was hung up and were now gathered in front of the main entrance, waiting for you to come out; however, you were a nervous wreck in the restroom trying to calm down and build up the courage to go and look at your results, trying to convince yourself that it can’t be that bad.

after what felt like an eternity of deep breaths and positive affirming, you stepped out into the crowded hallways, making your way to the boards. as soon as you got to them you started searching for your name.

and that’s when your heart dropped.

oh.

it was even worse than you had expected…?

you were on the verge of tears, hopelessness creeping up on you. you had done everything you could and yet it was still not enough. so many people who were putting less effort than you were doing much better, so why was it so hard for you? 

with your head hung low, you started walking towards the exit wanting to do nothing but to go home and drown in your tears right now. well, that was until you heard your name being called as you were walking out of the building. 

looking up you could see jisung, one of your best friends, practically running towards you, the rest of your friends following suit behind him.

“y/n, i passed!” he nearly yelled in your ears, while shaking you by your shoulders.

"congrats, ji” you sent him a small smile; you were genuinely happy for him but your own grades were making it hard for you to match his excitement.

multiple ‘hey’s’ from the other three boys sounded as they got closer, making you lift your hand for a little wave in response, “hi.”. and even through just a little greeting, they could already tell your mood was off.

“y/n what’s wrong? is it your results?” minho was the first one to ask, to which, you gave him a nod, feeling your tears starting to roll down your cheeks. 

“oh, baby” jisung embraced you in a tight hug.

“all my efforts were for nothing, i spent weeks studying only for this to be the outcome.” you sobbed out. 

“it’s okay baby, it happens sometimes.” chan tries to sooth you, “exactly, plus it’s not like this is the end for you, we still have finals and we’ll prepare well together for those, okay?” changbin adds.

“oh, don’t even remind me,” you chuckled a little, lifting your tear stained face from jisung’s chest. “yup, we don’t wanna hear nothing about school or any exams for this whole break.” minho chimed “now, how about we go get some food and go over to my place? remember? we planned a sleepover?” 

right… there was something about a sleepover chan had texted you yesterday. you nodded and soon the four of you were running to catch the bus to your favorite food place.

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It’s Always The Quiet Ones... | college AU dark!Peter Parker x (slightly)naive!reader

for @nsfwsebbie​​‘s dream fic challenge, I was assigned to write something for @harryspet​​ which was vv exciting bc I love her stuff ;-; no pressure right? lol (also thank you to @evnscvll​​ for being my proofreader, sounding board, and partner for some very strange texting for the purpose of screenshots!)

Here is the prompt I got: peter is a dork and is weird and quiet, and the readers friends dared her to sleep with him. turns out he was really kinky and is really good at sex. can be dark.  And hoo boy, did I run with that.  I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut (it’s consensual but with dubcon undertones, manipulation, and implied coercion/dubcon at the end), stalking, blackmail, voyeurism, and general creepiness.  Oh yeah and there’s some degradation and dacryphilia in there for good measure.

You and your friends were in the middle of your daily cafeteria lunch, chatting about the same sorts of small talk you always did.  

“Oh god, it’s that weird guy from class!” Jackie blurted out suddenly around a mouthful of fries, pulling you out of the conversation you’d been having.  Everyone at the table whipped around and your eyes went wide. 

“Come on, don’t look all at once,” you hissed.  

“Who is this guy?” Cody asked, looking around with confusion.

“The guy in the blue hoodie over there,” Jackie answered, motioning toward him with her head.  It was Peter, setting down his tray of food and opening up his laptop, putting earbuds in.  He was pretty much always on his laptop, it seemed like.  He took a bite of his pizza before getting back to whatever he was working on.

“He looks normal, or normal-ish,” Mia shrugged.  

“No, no, you don’t get it,” you shook your head.  “We have him in Computational Physics on Tuesdays and Thursdays--”

“Plus Friday lab,” Jackie interjected.

“--and he’s… kinda…”

“Creepy,” Jackie concluded.

“No,” you denied, “not creepy.  He’s just… a bit awkward, I guess.”

“And he stares at you, like, the entire time we’re in class.  But won’t even talk to you.”

“Oh, that’s weird,” Mia agreed with a shudder.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it’s kinda… sweet, maybe?  I mean, he’s just shy, right?”

“Oh my god you are such a slag!” Jackie teased, shoving you on the shoulder.  “You’re into him, aren’t you?”

“No!” you denied with wide eyes.  

“You’re just into the attention,” Cody rolled his eyes.

“I mean, it’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?” you admitted.  Jackie laughed.

“You should go over there and talk to him,” she decided.

“Nooooooooo, no way,” you shake your head.

“I kinda wanna see this,” Cody smirks.

“Literally just go over there and flirt with him, his head would explode,” Jackie suggested excitedly.

“I don’t even know how to flirt,” you chuckled.

“So you’re considering it!” Mia accused.

“I didn’t say that!” you squeaked.

“Pleeeeeease,” Jackie whined playfully.  “It’ll be funny.”

“I don’t usually sleep with people for comedic effect.”

“I’ll chip in $20 if you do it,” she offered immediately.  She turned to the rest of the table, “come on guys, we need to pool together and make her do it.”

“I’ve only got a ten,” Cody mumbled, pulling it out slowly before Jackie snatched it away.

“Okay, $30, who can make it $50?”

“Jackie, calm down,” you hissed.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him for $50?  He’s cute!”

“I have $35 and 67 cents,” Mia counted, shuffling through her wallet.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

“Just do it, for me,” Jackie said, suddenly sounding oddly serious.  You didn’t understand why it mattered so much, but you decided it couldn’t be that bad if you just did it.

“Fine, fine, just shut up and don’t stare at us,” you instructed, getting up to a ruckus of cheers.  You didn’t even take the money.

You walked across the cafeteria, messenger bag slung over your shoulder, and hoped you wouldn’t totally make an idiot of yourself.  If you hadn’t already just by talking to a guy over a dare.

He didn’t seem to notice you when you stood by his table, still focusing on his computer.

“Um, hey,” you waved, and Peter looked up at you as he took out his earbuds.

“Hi,” he replied quickly.

“What… what are you working on?” you asked, motioning to the laptop.  He didn’t stop looking at you, and he didn’t say anything.  “I… we have comp together?  You know who I am, right?”

“O-of course I do!” he suddenly perked up.  “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off and turned to his laptop.  “I was just working on this model.”

“Can I take a look?” 

He smiled a little, and moved his backpack out of the seat next to him.  “Go ahead!”

You sat down and leaned in to look at his screen.  

“It’s-- it’s not finished but, basically I just put the kinetic energy of an object on the x-axis, the potential energy on the y-axis--” 

You used the laptop’s touch screen to move the model around, impressed with his work.  “And the z-axis is the conservation of energy for work done on an object,” you finished.  

“Uh, yeah, exactly,” he nodded.

“It’s beautiful!” you realized, appreciating the variety of colors as each data point was suspended in the graph.  

“Do you do any modeling?” he asked you, and for a hot second it felt like a line.

“Um,” you laughed, “no, not much at least.  Nothing extracurricular.”

“Oh.”

“I’m more into abstract math, if I’m being honest.”

He smiled.  “Oh, you’re one of those.”

You laughed, shoving him on the shoulder playfully, but regretting it as you saw his smile drop a bit.  “People are so judgmental about abstract math, as if it isn’t the study of the founding principles of mathematics.”

“So you think adding a pineapple and a banana is the foundation of mathematics?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay, there’s so much more to abstract mathematics than weird variables,” you frowned.  “Like basic functions on matrices!  Don’t act like it isn’t dope as fuck to add, subtract, multiply and divide matrices.  If you saw my whiteboard in my dorm you would understand.”

“If I had a whiteboard now I could prove to you that abstract math is overrated,” he countered.

“I’d love to see you try,” you scoffed.  You hadn’t really meant it literally.  

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day,” he shrugged.  It took you a moment to realize he was suggesting to actually come to your room and talk about math.  You weren’t sure if that was even what would happen if you went back to your dorm…

You opened your mouth to say that you were busy, that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t, so you were a little surprised when you heard yourself say “sure” instead.

And that was how you ended up sitting on your kitchen counter with Peter Parker between your legs, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.

It sort of happened all at once.  He just grabbed you and you were confused but went with it, because life is short and he was cute and his hands felt unexpectedly wonderful as they gripped your back.

You gasped a bit when he started to pull your shirt over your head but he didn’t slow down, quickly removing his own-- oh, hello there six-pack, nice to meet you-- kissing you again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and slid you off the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips.  He carried you to the bedroom with unexpected grace; he was so much stronger than he looked.  And he looked different than he ever had before as he tossed you down onto your bed and started to kiss his way down your abdomen while his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh god, Peter!” you yelped as he kissed along your thighs, pulling down your shorts and underwear and tossing them to the side.

“Say my name again,” he demanded before instantly latching onto your clit, sucking and licking directly onto the bundle of nerves.

And you really had no choice in the matter, his name pouring from your lips over and over, accentuated with a yelp as he shoved two fingers into you, finding and massaging your g-spot before you could even process everything you were feeling.

“Oh my god, fuck, Peter!” you hissed, your head falling back onto the mattress so hard it bounced a little.

You were barreling towards an orgasm faster than you probably ever had before.  This was nothing like the few other hook-ups you’d had since starting college-- it wasn’t even like the times you’d been alone with your hand or a vibrator.  This was like an assault on the senses, so powerful that you couldn’t even really keep track of the sounds you were making or anything that wasn’t his mouth on you and his fingers in you.

“I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come don’t stop please--” you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense.  How could you be expected to form a sentence in these conditions?

Thankfully, he didn’t stop.  He kept lapping at your clit as if he hadn’t even noticed your pleading, his fingers twisting inside you even as your walls clenched so tightly around them that it became difficult to keep up the pace.  Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face, your legs quivered as he refused to give you any reprieve from the sensation, but he kept going.

“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck Peter I can’t-- it’s too much-- oh god,” you babbled, but it fell on deaf ears.  A small part of your brain was confused why he wouldn’t stop-- you hadn’t told him outright to stop but it was kind of implied, right?  Wasn’t it some amount of not okay that he was still going?  It made your gut sink in a way that was equal parts disturbing and erotic.  

You were trying to pull away but his arms wrapped around your thighs and held you down.  God, he was strong.  He looked kind of skinny in those hoodies he was usually wearing, but now that he was actually exerting some force he was clearly muscular.  You felt helpless and it, oddly enough, turned you on.

“Peter, please, oh my god, slow down I-- I can’t take any more,” you whimpered; your voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky and it would’ve been embarrassing if you had enough brainpower left to care.  

He groaned against your skin but said nothing, using his teeth to lightly graze your clit.  Your whole body jerked at that, a sob tearing from your lips suddenly.  It felt like you were past the point of orgasm now and just lost in some sort of aggressively intense world of pleasure-- it neared pain, really.  You had never been pushed to your limits like this; you hadn’t even realized that there were limits which one could be pushed to this way!  It was exhilarating and exhausting and overwhelming.  You fought tears from forming because it would be so embarrassing to cry right now, and he would probably freak out and think you were hurt or something… maybe you were hurt, you couldn’t even tell at this point.  But at this point, it was unstoppable.  You were fucking crying from the overstimulation and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet.  Your face was so hot that your own tears felt cool as they poured down your cheeks.

Finally, he stopped when he heard your sobs.  But instead of concern or fear or confusion, his expression was simply joy.

“Oh, you look so cute when you cry,” he cooed, sliding back up your body to kiss your tears away as they fell.  Then he kissed your mouth, open and sloppy and aggressive, and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your head spin.

Before you could collect your thoughts, he pulled back and made quick work of his jeans and boxers-- fuck, he was big.  

“You’re too kind,” he grinned, discarding the clothes and stroking his cock a few times.

You hadn’t realized you had said it out loud, and you felt a little nervous but then he was on you again, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue into your mouth.  You felt him reaching down, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your folds.  You were soaked, and swollen, and nearly sore.  Every time the tip slid over your clit, you jumped a little.

He pushed into you ever so slightly, moving the head of his cock inside you and nothing more.  You whined with confusion and anticipation, but he continued on teasing you.

“Please,” you whimpered into his kiss.

He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes blown so wide that they looked like they’d gone black.  “What was that?” he asked, and you sighed because you knew he could hear you the first time.

“Please, Peter,” you repeated, louder, “I need more.”

“More…?”

You sobbed with frustration, and desire.  “Fuck me, please.”

He thrusted forward and you groaned as his cock stretched you open.  It was like night and day, how he went from slowly teasing you to slamming into your eager walls.  You cried out and gripped at his arms, just trying to steady yourself and maybe stop your skull from whacking the headboard if possible.

“You love it, don’t you?  You love my cock,” he growled.  His voice was lower, gravelly.  He sounded like an entirely different person.

“Yes,” you replied weakly.

“Say it,” he demanded.

No one had ever talked to you like this before and it made your cheeks burn.  “I-- I love your cock,” you stammered.  

He smiled and you hoped you’d done it right, and that he wasn’t smiling at your obvious nervousness or lack of experience.  You didn’t understand how this was normally supposed to go, because you didn’t normally hook up with people so casually-- you had just never really been interested in it.  But now that he was fucking you so hard you could barely breathe, you were starting to get the appeal.  God, your last boyfriend hadn’t even made you come in five months of dating, meanwhile five minutes with Peter had made you a sobbing mess.  Even now you were biting your lip to hold back your tears from the sheer intensity of the sensations you were experiencing.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he pouted condescendingly.  “You don’t wanna cry but you can’t help it, huh?  You’re my dumb little crybaby aren’t you?”

You tried not to react to that but you knew he felt your walls clench suddenly.

“You like that?  You like being my stupid whore?”

“S-stop,” you begged weakly, feeling beyond humiliated.

“But you like it, angel, I can tell.  Don’t lie to me.”

He reached down to swirl his thumb over your clit, laughing at the way you tensed up and tried to squirm away.

“Is it too much princess?” he asked, but the nickname read less sweet and more mocking.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?  You asked me to fuck you.  Begged me.  Now you act like you can’t take it, like you’re this delicate little flower and not the dirty fucking whore I know you are.”

“I-- I’m not a whore,” you denied even as you struggled to suppress your obvious arousal from the derogatory nature of his words.  You felt a little guilty for being into it, and slightly insulted, but fuck if it didn’t make your back arch and your throat dry and your pussy so excessively wet.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he scoffed.  “But, maybe you’re not playing.  You really are dumb, aren’t you?”

You logically knew that it was too late to deny anything he said, but you still clung onto your dignity as best you could.  “N-no!”

“Not all the time, just when you’re wet.  Isn’t that right?  You get so desperate for cock and you don’t wanna be smart, you just wanna be somebody’s brainless fuckdoll.”

That sounded so appealing in some forbidden, filthy way and all of a sudden you were going to come again, any second now.

“Yes!” you nearly screamed, falling into your pleasure.

“Come on my cock, baby,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

You didn’t even sound like yourself with the noises you made, or maybe it was just that you’d never had the chance to make noises like that before.  Either way, your orgasm crashed through you and nearly punched the air out of your lungs.  Your toes went numb.  You didn’t even know that could happen.  And most important of all, your walls tensed and fluttered so hard that he began moaning into your ear.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna come inside you.”  You couldn’t tell if it was a warning, like he was asking permission, or if he was just informing you of his intentions which you would be powerless to stop even if you told him not to.  You didn’t have to find out because you were on the pill, but it made you realize all too suddenly that you should’ve had him put on a condom-- how could you have forgotten?

His moans turned hoarse and with a growl and a tightened grip on your hips, he spilled deep in you, coating your walls as his length flexed and twitched inside you.  For a moment you were just stuck like that, his weight holding you down as he caught his breath, and finally he rolled to the side and you could breathe cool air again.

“That was…” he began but trailed off, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder.  “You’re amazing.”

It was quite the shift from how he had been talking before.  It was comforting, but you were still a little confused.  “Really?”

He laughed softly.  “Did you not notice?  God, I’ve wanted you for so long…”

You were curious about where he was going with that, but then he suddenly sat up.

“Do you want some water?” he offered.

“Uh, yeah,” you smiled.  “The cups are in the cabinet just to the left of the microwave.”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the bed, slipping his boxers on over his still-hard cock which was now coated in your come and his, and dashing out of the room.

You were mostly content to just lay there, although you felt uncharacteristically sore between your legs, and quite… sticky.  You glanced over to your whiteboard and realized he never had any intentions of talking with you about abstract math.  Was this just a one-time thing, or was he going to come back and ask you out?  Were you boyfriend and girlfriend now?  Or were you just a clueless romantic who thought that sleeping together meant more than it really did?

You rolled over and saw Peter’s phone resting on the bedside table.  He must have set it there when he was stripping quickly while you two had been making out-- or that’s what you were pretty sure the order of events had been, it had all happened so fast…

At that exact moment, the screen lit up with a notification.  You were about to roll back and not look at all, until you got a glimpse of the words.

PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14

You furrowed your brow.  It looked like an alert for an upcoming class, except that this was your class, the one you had with him, and it wasn’t until tomorrow.  No assignments due today, either.  And what was with the row/seat thing?  Peter didn’t sit in the third row… you did.

You picked up the phone just enough to angle it to see the rest of the notification.  It wasn’t a calendar alert; it was a text message.  “PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14” was the contact name.  You could only get a preview of the message…

okay, it’s done isn’t it?  can you please delete those pic….

You were curious, or maybe just concerned.  Was the seat number supposed to be the person texting him?  How were you supposed to keep track of who sat where to know who it was?

It had to be somebody from your row, but it was just you, Jackie, and a bunch of random dudes that Peter had never seemed to have any interaction with.

You assumed you wouldn’t be able to unlock the phone to even try to snoop, which you didn’t want to do anyways, but when you slid your thumb over the screen, you gasped when it opened straight to the conversation.  Who didn’t put a password on their phone?

okay, it’s done isn’t it?  can you please delete those pictures now?  I did what you asked.  I won’t tell anyone.  just send me proof that the photos are gone, please.

You felt a little sick.  You had no idea what this meant but it scared you.  You saw the conversation from before but it didn’t make any sense.  You scrolled back up to try to figure out what they were talking about and gasped when you saw a picture Peter had sent to the contact.

It was Jackie.  But she wasn’t alone.  She was on her knees in the lab room, and you gagged when you realized what she was doing-- or really, who she was doing it to.  

She’d told you she had a casual thing with a new guy but refused to say who it was.  You realized why now.  She was fucking your professor, and you just knew she was doing it to get a better grade.  You had been trying to figure out how she was earning higher marks than you but never seemed to be able to discuss the class material.  It all made sense now, but it wasn’t a comforting feeling.

You scrolled down a bit to see the conversation after the photo, and your blood went cold as you read it.

You saw several more messages but you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of it.  You knew everything you needed to know.

You weren’t sure what inspired you to open his camera roll… of course you wouldn’t find anything comforting there.  But you had to see for yourself.

It was just a list of folders, so many you could keep scrolling for ages.  Each had a label and a thumbnail image.

The thumbnail of Jackie on her knees jumped out first.  PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14.  45 images.

A girl in a lacy bra posing for the camera.  PHYS 509, row 1, seat 8.  12 images.

Two girls making out in a crowded room, holding red solo cups.  ENGL 104, row 12, seat 5.  6 images.

A nude selfie in front of a mirror.  PHIL 108, row 2, seat 2.  14 images.

And then the one that made your heart stop.  It was a picture of you in a bikini, taken by a friend on spring break.  PHYS 507, row 3, seat 13.  1 image.

The second you jumped up, dropping the phone, he was there with your promised glass of water in hand.  

“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently.  Just a second of silence was enough for him to pick up his phone from the floor and realize what had happened with a grin.  “Oh, that,” he sighed, slipping it into his pocket after looking down at it with a sort of loving look, like he was proud of his work.  “I suppose it’s my fault for leaving my phone right there, without a password, knowing I would get a text from Jackie any minute.”

“You wanted me to see it,” you grimaced, “you wanted me to see what you did to my friend.  What you did to all those girls.”

“I didn’t do anything.  They do all the heavy lifting, I just hack them and get pictures of it.  Or, in your friend’s case, I hack them, find out they’re fucking the professor, and follow them to their next rendezvous.”

“You’re fucking sick,” you spat, and he just shrugged.  “You’d better delete those photos of Jackie.”

“I will, don’t worry,” he soothed.  “It’s a shame though, she was pretty prolific.  You, on the other hand, you’re a good girl.  You even had pretty good security, I respect that.  Here’s a tip: your ISP creates the intranet that your wireless webcam uses to connect to your laptop.  It’s password protected, but it defaults to your phone number, and most people never change it.  Including yourself.”

You shivered.  “You watched me with it, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had to since you didn’t have any good photos of yourself.  And you do a decent job of erasing your porn history… but not a perfect job.  You watch some interesting stuff.  And you look so hot with your hand stuffed in your panties, rubbing yourself to whatever nasty shit you’re watching...”

“Shut up,” you demanded, covering your ears, “stop, please.  This is so fucked up.”

He laughed a little.  “You look better in person though.  A webcam could never capture how perfect you look when you come.”

“Please just stop,” you sobbed.

“Stop what?  I’m just telling you the truth.”

“I should’ve listened to my friends.  You’re a freak.”

“Hmm, you seemed to like it before.”

“Just delete those pictures of Jackie… and let me go…” you seethed.

“I will,” he promised.  “But, I need something to make up for the loss of some great spank bank material.”

You felt sick.  But what else was new?

“I need to finally get some good pictures of you.  Come on, isn’t it sad that your folder is so empty?” he pouted, pulling the phone back out from his pocket. “I could ruin a lot of lives with these folders.  Just let me take a few photos and you can spare them all the humiliation.  Nothing I haven’t seen you do before.”

You really really wanted to just deck him, but you knew he could probably release those photos with just one push of a button.  He was prepared.

“Don’t post them,” you pleaded.

“You’ll be good?”

You clenched your jaw.  “I’ll be good,” you answered through your teeth.

“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, “such a sweet girl you are.  Helping out your friend even after she threw you into the lion’s den to protect her secret.”

You hadn’t thought about it that way.  A pit formed in your stomach.

“Now come over here and get on your knees,” he grinned, turning on the camera.    

[k3rm1e]

hi i just had an idea about what if Ranboo had an irl friend who also streamed and did the cooking stream with him and like idk doing irl streams with him aksjdaks have a lovely day hehe ye

papyrus kinnie

hi i just had an idea about what if Ranboo had an irl friend who also streamed and did the cooking stream with him and like idk doing irl streams with him aksjdaks have a lovely day hehe ye

hi! and i love your brain smaoabd  (i live for cooking streams, truthfully) have a lovely day yourself!

the title is only bc of spaghetti definitely not bc i have refueled my undertale obsession hahhahahahahah

papyrus kinnie:

  “so, https://www.twitch.tv/ranboolive viewers, today we will be doing an activity!” you had started streaming around the same time as ranboo and almost always appeared in his streams. since the stans knew you two were irls and lived near each other, they were constantly begging for an irl stream of any sort. finally, after so long of their begging, you had decided to deliver.

  “ranboo, my friend, drumroll please.” he began hitting the desk, making it sound like a drum. today chat, today we will be doing a cooking stream!” you and ranboo lifted your hands up to the ceiling in unison. grabbing the camera, you rushed to the kitchen where you had already set up some things for the stream.

  “ok chat, we are in, uh, the kitchen at the moment. and we need to grab the ingredients. i promise this was planned.” it was not planned. well, not planned for today at least. you hadn’t anticipated doing the stream this early into the month and were aiming to hold it a week or two, when most people were done with schools and exams. but when you have no ideas for a fun and interesting stream, this is what you land on.

  “yep. planned. i shall grab the ingredients now.” ranboo left the kitchen and walked out of frame, leaving you to quickly entertain the chat and set up music. walking back into frame with a reusable shopping bag, ranboo began explaining the plan for today. 

  “so chat, we all know and love the one and only clip in which i question the legal morality of putting a bag of spaghetti in cereal and whether or not it counts as federal crime. so, instead, today we will be making something, something dedicated to that clip.” he flipped the bag upside down and out came more packets of spaghetti than you could even count. after what seemed like an hour of the falling spaghetti boxes, out came 7 large, red tomatoes.

  you stared blankly at the camera. “spaghetti.” for a few seconds it was silent, until you spoke again. “let’s wash our hands, shall we?” ranboo left to used the bathroom sink as a way of avoiding a hand reveal while you quickly used the kitchen sink.

  “ok, now we need to fill the pot with water.” you took a decently sized pot from ranboo’s cabinet. looking back at the counter, you realized just how much spaghetti was purchased. “uh, do we need a bigger pot…?”

  ranboo turned to look at you, and even though he had the mask and glasses on, you could tell just how sheepish he actually looked. “eh, i’m sure it’ll be fineeee. there’s no such thing as too much spaghetti, and i can always keep the extra boxes for meals with my family and stuff.”.

  you handed him the pot and went to retrieve another one for later, when you made the tomato sauce. “if you say so…”.

  “well that’s good, because i do say so. thank, oh so very much.” he was filling up the pot with water, making sure he didn’t add to much or too little while eyeballing it. grabbing a knife that wasn’t too sharp, you pushed all the boxes of spaghetti off the cutting board, leaving only the tomatoes.

  “well, let’s get started.” you looked at the camera and began slicing up the tomatoes. 

  while you waited for the water to boil, you both worked on cutting the vegetables up in order to use them for the sauce. cutting each one into quarters, you coated each fourth with pepper, olive olive, and salt before roasting them and then puree-ing them. all was well, until you heard the sound of water hitting the hot burner.

  “ranboo i told you to watch the water for when it boils!” he turned around with a light “oh crap-” and turned off the flame, throwing in the uncooked noodles.

  “idiot…” you mumbled, before going back to your tomatoes.

  “it’s not my fault! you were being distracting! if this was school, i could have you expelled.” he was stirring the noodles and adding salt accordingly, making sure everything was cooked right.

  “yeah right.” you each focused on your own work, until after maybe two hours of cooking and goofing off, the noodle and sauce were done. it was time to feast.

  “chat, this looks amazing. i bet you i am the best cook on this platform.” ranboo was boasting about his creation to the viewers. “countdown, i want a countdown. one, two, three!” on three you each took a bite.

  it was not amazing. some spaghetti noodles were overcooked, some undercooked, the sauce was watery. big failure. “why ranboo, why are you like this.” you ran over to the kitchen sink to spit out the food. “why do you kin papyrus so much??” he was happily eating away at his plate, shoving the fork under his mask.

  “well, that was rude. it tastes good in my opinion. and i am not a papyrus kinnie. he’s a skeleton who cannot cook. i, i can cook.”

  you turned to stare at him. “...kinnie moment.”.

hello that is the fic i hoped you all enjoyed mwah! it is short but so am i so its okay. 

[damn-stark]

Arranged hearts ch.1

Kylo Ren x reader

Requested by anon “Can I request a fluff kylo ren x reader where they are already married (bc she was forced, but she accepted) and she has a secret that she hasn’t told kylo, and that is she has the darksaber and she’s force sensitive, and so one day someone comes up to the reader and challenges her so they can have the saber, she accepts and kylo is forced to watch and she wins and I don’t know what happens in end you can decide.”

A/N- Let me know what you thought...I really liked this request and I think this could be a nice series :)

Warning- Violence, some fluff, talks of blood, swearing, angst

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There had been secrets you had withheld from Kylo Ren. Important secrets that you didn’t plan on sharing with him because of the dilemma you were forced to be put into.

Not like marrying him has been much of a problem. At first he was intimidating, he was a big man, dressed in overly dark clothes with a cracked lightsaber in hand, and a dark reputation. But once you were at his side, living in his star destroyer, he was quiet, he let you have your own space and didn’t pester you.

Kylo, like you, never wanted to get married. You both didn’t want this forced life, but you had to live it.

But it’s because of your reserved life that you fell into the problem you did.

A knock sounded on your door and you hesitated to open it, you knew exactly who it was, he was the only one whoever came to your door. So you walked towards the door, but stopped as you let your hand hover over the control board and talked to him from behind the door. “Leave! I don’t want to talk to you.”

There's a moment of silence outside the door, it lets you believe that he had walked away, but then his fist pounds on the door and you prove yourself wrong. “Open the door, y/n!”

You drop your hand back to your side and shake your head even if you knew he couldn’t see it. “No, go away!”

“I’ll ask one more time before I force this door open. So open it, or I will!”

You hesitate again and rest your forehead on the door, clenching your fist and letting out a deep sigh. You drop your eyes to the ground and see his shadow peeking through the doorway creak. You have the growing urge to walk off and see if he’d actually do it, but at the last minute you decide to go easy on him. “You could ask nicer!”

You hear Kylo’s frustrated sigh outside the door, but he nonetheless decides to play along with you through gritted teeth. “Open. The. Door. Please.”

Pushing yourself away from the door, you push a single button to open the door, seeing his tall looming figure stiffly standing before you with an upset scowl on his features. You cross your arms over your chest and raise a brow to question his intentions. “What do you want? I'm busy.”

“You lied,” he sneered bitterly, stomping towards you and making you step back so his chest won’t collide with yours. “Your family, and you lied to me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and narrowed your gaze on his dark eyes, feeling his anger radiate off him like strong waves, but not knowing what it was he was accusing you about. “What are you talking about?”

“The Darksaber you possess, the fact that you’re force-sensitive.” He seethed.

You scoff at his comment and instead of continuing to back away, you stand your ground and pierce your gaze into him. “Why do you think I was forced to come to this hell of a place? To leave my life behind and marry a man I hate?! It’s obvious that I’m force sensitive, I never lied, you’ve just never taken your time to get to know me. Or know why I, out of all the other eligible women in my clan, was chosen to marry you.” You frustratedly point at his chest.

Kylo swallows thickly and simply keeps his eyes on you without a word to be shared. Letting you ask once again for his intentions. “Are you here for something, or are you here just to piss me off?”

Kylo clenches his jaw and finally tears his eyes away from you to answer. “A Mandalorian is looking for you. To challenge you for that darksaber.”

You hum in comprehension and shove past him to pull out a big silver case from under the bed. You place it onto top of the bed and throw the lid open to reveal the darksaber hilt on top of your black Mandalorian armor. Feeling chills travel down your spine at the feeling of the cold metal under your fingertips, feeling your breath hitch at how strange it felt to look at the armor that you once used to wear it with pride often.

Now you don’t wear it. Now you see it and feel sad at the life you had to leave behind. Your eyes drift to the darksaber and you feel the same way.

Even then...with your current feelings, you couldn’t let yourself lose the Darksaber. For as long as you could, you’ll stay a warrior. No one was going to take that from you. No matter where you were.

“Tell them I’ll be challenging them,” you tell Kylo over your shoulder as you take out your armor. You look back to what you’re doing and expect him to move out the door, but he only steps towards you and snatch’s the armor from your hand to place it back and swiftly turn you around.

“Do you have a death wish? You won’t be doing anything.”

You pull your wrist away from his grip and scoff as you turn back to start putting on the armor, feeling his presence and hearing his heavy breaths behind you. And that makes you groan and snap at him in a less venomous tone. “You have that little faith in my skill as a Mandalorian?” You turn on your heels to sit back on the edge of your bed and begin placing the armor on your legs. “Or am I to believe that you’re worried for my well-being?” You quirk your eyebrow and smirk as he only manages to part his lips in disbelief. “Go….please.”

He hesitates for a moment as he mentally debates with himself, but he listens nonetheless and leaves you to prepare for the fight that awaited you. That made your stomach knot tightly together. That made every move you made, every step you took feel heavy, as if something was weighing you down. When you finally came to a stop in front of the needed room, the realization hit you that much harder, just as the rush of adrenaline shot through your blood. You extended your hands out and barely touched the door before you paused and drew in a deep shaky breath that you released as you pushed the doors open.

When you step inside the room, there in the middle of the arena was the Mandalorian in the blue armor that was looking for you; their attention on Kylo and his knights as they were in the room too.

“I heard you're looking for me.” You make yourself known to the Mandalorian, instantly gaining their attention and seeing them turn to face you.

“Yes, or really the object currently in your possession.” They say in a deep, soft voice modified by their helmet. “It belongs to me.”

You express a feigned chuckle and slowly walk to the edge of the arena, stopping to shake your head and add, “it belongs to the champion that rightfully earned it.”

“What use do you have of it from here? You can’t rule Mandalore from here,” they point out as they slowly make their way towards you, whilst they lift their hands to pull off their helmet and reveal a beautiful, tan, round faced woman, with dark brown eyes. “You can’t lead a squadron of your own people into battle. It’s better off with me.”

You lift your hands to pull off your own helmet and then use a gloved hand to pull out the Darksaber hilt and show it to her, with a glowering gaze set on her. “I guess this fight will determine that, right?”

“Right,” she agreed confidently, looking behind her to briefly glance at the man glaring at her. “You remember the rules right?” She questioned as she looked back at you. “No one can step in to help you. Just a one on one fight to determine the champion.”

“Right.” You agree bluntly before you continue for her. “The loser is determined if they’re killed, or if I’m disarmed, and or if either one of us falls off the arena.”

“Right.” She nods, wrapping her hand around the hilt whilst she puts her helmet at the same time you do too. You then proceed to pull the hilt away from her to both move to the middle of the arena.

Before rise the arena, you look at Kylo to warn him of one rule he needed to follow. “Whatever happens, don't step in.” Without waiting for a response you weren’t going to get, you look back to the Mandalorian in front of you to use the force to lift the arena a couple feet off the floor, uncovering the transparisteel above your heads and around you to show the red and orange hued nebula the ship was slowly passing. You can’t help admire it for a couple seconds before you look back at your opponent and step back to get in a fighting stance.

Your thumb hovers over the activation button, and your eyes watch as she pulls out two beskar made swords, and a foot slides forward. You smirk and ignite the darksaber, showing off the buzzing black and white blade while the hues casted on your dark visor. Neither of you move, your fingers just tighten around your hilts and your visors burn into each other.

It’s not until she becomes desperate that she makes the first move, flipping both swords in her hands and lunging at you at full speed, missing nonetheless as you throw your head back and slide under her swing, and swiftly turn around on your heels to face her. She hastily proceeds to continue her fight, running at you while you stood to your given height and met her halfway, swinging your darksaber to clash the blade on her own; not hesitating to try and push each other back, trying to get either of one closer to the edge, but not gaining any ground and ending up tied.

Instead she continues to pull back and tries to catch you off guard by swinging her blades hastily at you, each time getting met with a loud clash as the blades hit, each time getting closer to the edge. She doesn’t take long to notice that last fact though, and uses her leg to kick you back, moving quickly thereafter to hurl another kick at your chest that sends you another foot back. The Mandalorian doesn’t fret and swings at your throat, but her blade misses by inch as you use the force to push her back.

“I won this Darksaber rightfully last time,” you share with a growl, “I’ll do it again.” You easily flip the hilt in your hand and try to stab the unprotected part of her stomach, but she’s quick and flips to the side, swinging her feet to sweep you off your feet and then crawl to go on top of you and pin both of your hands down to the ground.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” she snaps, pulling away one hand to pull a dagger from her sheath hidden in her belt. “That Darksaber belongs to me.”

You shoot her a pointed gaze and scoff. “Mandalore has a great ruler on the throne, I’m not going to let a wannabe Queen destroy the peace we took so long to fight for.”

“You don’t know what our people need,” she hisses as she stabs the silver dagger on your side, causing your grip to loosen and a pained groan to escape.

“Fuck,” you sneer, hissing again as she pulls out the blade and then tries to snatch the Darksaber; only feeling the hilt brush her fingertips before you reinforce your grip and swing the blade over the front of her helmet, using the force to then throw her off of you and send her crashing to the ground a few feet away.

When you try to stand up blinding pain shoots at your side, but you shake it off. You have to. So instead you ignore the throbbing and the bleeding and stride towards her, seeing her jump to her feet and sprint at you, using her jetpack to gain momentum off the ground and fly directly towards you. As shes inches from you, she gets a hold of your collar and manages to lift you inches off the ground, dragging your feet on the floor and trying to literally throw you off stage.

Albeit before she could attempt such foolish action, you flip your Darksaber to hold it with a backhand hold and swing to gash the unprotected part of her stomach, feeling her hand let go seconds before she dropped to the ground because of the pain. Not like it stops her from fighting back as you try to get up, grabbing the back of your neck and slamming your head the ground, repeating her action until you throw your hand up and snatch her hand away, trying to stand up, but feeling her hands wrap around your ankles and use what strength she had to pull you back down.

The Mandalorian then crawls on top of you to try and use her other dagger to slash your throat, but you throw your fist to the side to punch her throat, lifting your legs to flip her overhead and then hastily get on top of her to bring the Darksaber hilt over throat—“try anything and you’ll die.”

She tilts her head and snickers, “don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Without a moment to spare, or feeling bad for herself, she copies your move and uses her legs to flip you over. Only you flipped over the edge of the arena, barely managing to use your free hand to hang on by the edge—“You were a good opponent, so the story will be worth telling. I’ll do you justice.”

You clench your jaw at the feeling of her fingernails digging into your wrist, and then slide to hold you by your fingertips. She cockily lifts her helmet above her lips to show off her smirk, but it’s in that moment that you surprise her by swinging forward to then flip back onto the stage once you can.

The Mandalorian looks back at you, she flips over, but that’s when you pounce on her and step on her wound to lean forward and shoot her a remark. “You were a good opponent.”

The Mandalorian wants to let out a pained scream, but holds herself back and expresses a groan instead, trying to reach for her dagger, but missing by hair as you grab her by the throat and dangle her in the air, above the ground below before you stab her jet pack and let go so she could hit the floor, and you could be the winner.

The light of the nebula passes, leaving the room dark as you use the force to reconnect the arena to the ground, seeing once the white lights turned on, Kylo looking at you with no readable expression on his face. His knights on the other hand appear to be more proud of your win as they clapped for you. Before you could walk to them though, you walk to the Mandalorian and offer heryour hand to help her up. She takes it and offers you a stiff but understanding nod.

“There's a medical wing just down the hall, go, they’ll help with your wound.”

She nods stiffly again and congratulates you in Mando’a before she does as you say, leaving you alone with the Knights and Kylo.

You remove your helmet, and deactivate the saber to hang it back on your side and offer them a small smirk before you add a comment, “I accept praises, and I’m free to help any of you train. I'm here everyday.” You smirk wider. “I also will fight anyone who challenges me, but don’t expect me to play nice.” You slide your eyes over to meet Kylos dark and attentive ones, before you sigh and turn to leave the room to patch yourself up. Not at all expecting him to follow so close behind.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my room,” you answer him while you grip onto your wound. “I need to clean this wound.” You intend to just leave that as it is, but then you have the urge to add more as your guilt begins to weigh you down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t say the truth before,” you continue, glancing to the side to see him fall by your side and look at you as you apologized to him for the first time. “My family was going to say something, but I told them I would, and I obviously never did...I’m sorry.” You take a turn towards your room, wait for the doors to open to walk in and make a beeline towards your first aid equipment, hearing Kylo stop in the middle of the room and surprisingly speaking up to apologize.

“I...should’ve talked to you too.”

You swallow thickly and after you pull out the first aid, you turn to meet his gaze and offer him a faint smile. “We’re both at fault.”

He nods stiffly and he shifts to turn away and leave, but he instead hesitates, turning his head back to look at you and part his lips to hesitate briefly again before he spoke up in a quieter voice. “Can I help you?”

You look at the first aid in your hands and glance at your wound before your eyes bounce back to him and you nod slowly. “Yeah...sure.” You guide him to your bathroom and set everything down so he could help you, watching him wash his hands as you took off your armor and peeled off your shirt to show the wound, hissing slightly as the material of the shirt swept past the bleeding area.

“I think” he continued as he turned off the faucet and stepped towards you. “You did good, fighting that other Mandalorian. Your fighting skills surprised me.”

You scoff and feel your lips twitch. “That’s because you’ve never seen me fight.”

“That’s true,” he agreed while he closed the gap between you and got out the needed supplies to begin and stitch your wounds. “Maybe you could come train with me,” his dark eyes lift to meet yours and he swallows thickly before he looks away again. “If you want.”

You draw in a small breath and stay silent for a brief moment before you hold back your smile as you answer. “Sure, that sounds nice.”

Their was still some part of you that felt disgusted at the thought of being trapped in this piece of sky trash, of having to suffer through this arranged marriage for the alliance of your clan and the first order, but maybe...just maybe there was a flicker of hope within your heart that ignited the thought that Kylo and you could work this out and be a real couple. One that really appreciated each other...that loved each other.

It needed to work that way, for both of your sakes.