#ugh just like. wishes with someone you've known for so long

[spaceyaceface]

How do you think Ominis and/or Sebastian would react to the reader being stood up for a date, especially when they absolutely adore us? Would they comfort us by taking us on a date they've ran through their minds a million times so we can forget about being stood up by a loser and finally confess their love for us? Ugh I'm a sucker for fluffy writings like that ❤️‍🩹

This doesn't need to be a full-blown work, I just wanted your thoughts/opinions since you've been dubbed the Patron Saint of Ominis works.

Too bad, you're getting a full blown work with Ominis because I love this. And him. He's all I think about. Thank you for this prompt!!! I love it so much!

Warnings: Feelings of inadequacy, being stood up on a date, making Andrew Larson the bad guy (as always)

Word Count: 1.6k

Ominis laid out on his bed, trying not to let his spiraling thoughts consume him. He should be happy for her. That’s what good friends do, right? Celebrate things with one another, cheer each other on as they try things, grow, find their place in life?

He wanted to do all that. He just couldn’t stop wishing her current place wasn’t with Andrew Larson. 

He was fully aware of how idiotic he was being. He had never asked her on any sort of date, never even hinted at his deep feelings toward her in the two years they had known each other. All of this made the fact that he couldn’t help his thoughts from wandering to her every two seconds all the more pathetic. 

They were close. He’d dare say that he was even closer to her than Sebastian in some aspects, even though they’d had less time to know each other. But there had always been something about her that drew him in, allowed him to open himself up to her. It had scared him at first—but as he slowly gave in, he found himself wondering how he had ever lived a day without her. 

He’d just never expected this level of aching to come with it. 

She’d asked Larson out a few days before—it had come as a complete shock to him. Despite their closeness, she had never mentioned any feelings she’d had toward him. When he carefully asked why she’d done it, she just said she’d heard he might be interested in her, and wanted to see where it would go. The days had passed like agony, and finally, the evening of their outing had arrived. 

He wondered if she had come back yet. Were her and Larson slowly making their way back to the castle, laughing at newfound jokes? Had he held her hand as they walked, daring to capture her soft skin in his grasp, or—Ominis sucked in a sharp breath—had he kissed her goodnight, with a promise of see you again soon?

It was that thought that finally pulled him out of his bed. He couldn’t stay there, thinking those sorts of things. He’d only drive himself mad. He shouldn’t care. He should just hope she was having fun. That he was treating her well. But he couldn’t help it. 

His feet carried him through the halls of the castle. It was past curfew now—surely she was back in her room. Larson wasn’t a rulebreaker, unlike him and Sebastian. He wondered for a brief moment if that's what she liked about him, but shook the thought before it could take any true form. It wasn’t long until he was entering the Undercroft. But then he froze. 

Crying. Someone was crying. 

He knew that tone of voice. It was hers. Why on earth was she here, when she was supposed to have had a perfect evening out? 

He called out her name, walking to her. His wand let him sense her figure, hunched over as she sat atop one of the crates in the room. She responded to his voice, trying to take a deep breath before answering. 

“O-ominis,” she said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be down here. I was just… I needed someplace to be alone.”

“Alone?” Ominis asked. “I thought… did your date not go well?”

She sniffled. “It didn’t go at all, actually.”

Ominis’s mind raced. What had happened? Why was she here crying instead of up in her dorm room telling her roommates how wonderful her time was? But he reached the most likely conclusion—one that was quick to make his blood boil. “He stood you up?” The anger was barely masked in his voice. 

He heard her choke back another sob instead of speaking. That was answer enough for him. 

How dare he? Various choice words rushed through his head, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from cursing the git out loud. Did he not realize he’d just lost? Ominis had just spent hours pacing the floor of his room, sick at the thought of her giving Larson any ounce of her love, and he’d went and burned it all. His hand twitched, and he found himself wondering how easy it might be to break into the Ravenclaw common room. 

But as he heard her shuddering breaths, he was reminded of why he was so upset in the first place. 

There would be time to deal with the prick later. She needed him now. 

He rushed to move beside her, sitting next to her and carefully placing an arm around her shoulder. She leaned into the contact as he rubbed his hand up and down her bicep, trying to help her breathe properly. After a few moments, he spoke quietly. “What happened?”

He felt her shrug under his arm. “I told him we’d meet near the north entrance, and he just… didn’t come. I waited until it was dark out and nothing. He didn’t even send me an owl.” She brought her knees up, curling into a ball as if she was ready to disappear. His arm around her tightened as he silently reassured her. 

She went on; now that she was talking about it, the words all came spilling out. “I didn’t even want to go out with him. I just asked him because Poppy said I haven’t been out with someone in too long, and I didn’t know who to ask, but she insisted he liked me…” She huffed. “I suppose we can say she was wrong about that.” She buried her face in her knees. “I shouldn’t have asked him. I don’t know why I try anymore. No one’s ever liked me like that, why would that be any different now?”

She was spiraling, pushed off the edge by the events of the evening. Ominis knew this habit of hers, and sadness and anger anew washed over him at the thought that Larson had set it off. He said her name, repeating it until he felt her lift her head, facing him. “Don’t say that. It’s not true.”

She let out a sigh. “It feels true.” 

He shifted, finally taking his arm from around her to place his hand firmly on her shoulder, facing her. “You are worth all the love in the world. To assume you aren’t is preposterous. Frankly, it’s a wonder how everyone in the whole of Hogwarts isn’t dueling for the chance to court you. You are brilliant, kind, and know how to make anyone laugh—including me. Sebastian has told me on more than one occasion how beautiful you are.” 

His next words made his heart ache—would she hear the longing in his voice? Would he fully reveal himself? “There will be a day when someone deserving of you realizes all of that. They’ll come and sweep you off your feet, and give you all the love and commitment you are due. They’ll love you completely. Even the parts you’re afraid to show them. They’ll love you like…” 

The words died in his throat. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t disrupt their friendship, the careful thing they had built together out of some selfish need of being wanted by her. But… but she was across from him, feeling as if no one would ever care for her. He could prove her wrong. It didn’t matter if she didn’t feel the same—he’d deal with that later. All she needed now was to know. So he took a deep breath. 

“They’ll love you like I do.” 

The silence was suffocating. He wished he could see her face, read whatever emotion lied there. It was several long seconds later before her faint voice finally uttered something.

“Come again?”

“I…” He hung his head, hand still gripping her shoulder, trying to keep himself grounded. “You said no one has ever like you… like that. You’re wrong. You’ll capture many hearts. I know it, because you’ve already taken mine—even if it’s not one that you want.” 

He began to let his hand fall from away from her, but his eyes widened as she gripped onto his wrist. “What if it is the one I want?” 

Her words were hardly more than a whisper, and he could have sworn he had imagined it out of pure desperation. “Do you really—”

“Yes,” she said, laughing lightly. “Yes, Ominis. I mean that. Merlin, I’m an idiot. I should have just asked you, I’ve been wanting to for ages, I just never thought—”

He couldn’t stand it a moment longer. His hand reached forward, and before either of them had a moment to think, he was darting forward to kiss her. Even with his hand on her cheek, he missed, lips brushing on the side of her mouth as he let out a small noise of frustration. Any negative emotion washed away when a chuckle escaped her lips, the sound vibrating against his skin just before she pressed her lips to his. 

She kept her grip on his wrist as his hand traced its way from her shoulder to her jaw, letting him cup her face with both hands as he pulled her closer. The kiss was everything he expected it to be, and more. For countless nights, he had wondered what her lips might feel like, if they would match the warmth of her voice, if they would give him shelter just as her arms did, if they would make him feel alive just like every touch she gave him. 

Her kiss was not just warm—it was fire, flames running through every vein in his body, his heart pounding at the heat of it. It was not just shelter—it was home. The place he was meant to be all along. It was more than living. It was being reborn. 

When she pulled away, breathing hard, he knew he’d crave her taste for the rest of his days. 

She rested her forehead against his, letting their breath tangle together. “What would you say to coming to Hogsmeade with me?” she said. 

He grinned. “I’d say yes, a thousand times over.” 

[kitasgloves]

"Lover"

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— ♬ "Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

— ♬ Oikawa x Reader, timeskip, SFW, tooth-rotting fluff, gen reader, established relationship, please Oikawa is so lover-coded ugh

You'd say that you met Oikawa Tooru late in your life. It was unfortunate that you didn't experience the opportunities back then if you and him met earlier. But it was a blessing that you ended up falling for him out of all people, how lucky you felt when he fell for you just the same. Leaving the Christmas lights up 'til January, after all, this is your place with him, and you and he make the rules. There's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about Oikawa. Sometimes you wonder if you've known him for twenty seconds or twenty years.

Being away from your lover wasn't easy, though you managed. You're not the type to beg him to stay knowing he can find happiness and success elsewhere, you didn't want to hinder Oikawa's improvement or ruin his happiness. You wanted to share that joy with him and be the one who enables him to be true happiness. However, even after a million video calls and text messages sent to him across the globe, you can't fight off the longing. The desire to feel him beside you, to have him within your reach, and the urge to never let go. You wished you could go where he goes and always be this close, forever and ever.

But when Oikawa returns to the country he is sure to take you out and take you home. After all, he's your lover. It resembles the myth of Persephone, how he spent six months in Argentina and six months in your arms. Yet there were no complaints, and he's the man of his word. June was the month he always returned home, the perfect time to also celebrate his birthday in July. Parties were often wild and heartwarming, friends and family were invited and drinks and music filled the atmosphere.

Everybody adored Oikawa, it reflected in the constant crowd that surrounded him, either fans or friends. You understood it, after all, you fell for his charm. But only you succeeded in seeing who he was. You had the privilege of seeing Oikawa unveiled. When the cameras weren't on, and when nobody was looking. Oikawa was a passionate, earnest, and kindhearted man who happened to be a volleyball nerd. How could you not possibly gain feelings?

"Honey, can Iwa-chan and the rest crash in the living room? They're absolutely wasted"

Oikawa chuckled as your eyes panned to his three friends stumbling over each other towards the living room. You roll your eyes playfully and snicker. You nod, this was his and your place and you make the call. As the party ended, everyone was asleep. But you're wide awake, gazing at Oikawa's lovely face. His luscious eyelashes and perfect chocolate locks make you sigh dreamily, how you managed to bag a guy like him still feels like a mystery. Your hand reaches to caress his soft cheek.

You're highly suspicious that everyone who sees him wants him. How could they not? Oikawa was the perfect package, from personality to looks. Maybe it was this stupid fear of being replaced by someone better, but you couldn't bear the thought of him being taken away. Because you've loved him three summers now, but you want them all.

Oikawa stirs in his sleep, one eye opens and sees your wobbling lip. He doesn't overreact, instead, he takes your hand from his cheek and pulls you in his embrace. He soothes your fears with a gentle kiss on your forehead and reassures you with an arm over your figure. 'I'm not going anywhere, love' it tells you and you melt. Oikawa falls back to sleep with a smile after seeing you snore softly in his arms.

"We're wearing red!"

"No! Blue!"

"No! We did Blue last time!"

"Fine! Turquoise then!"

You huff at him with your hands on your hips when he pouts at you. Tomorrow was going to be the yearly Official Volleyball Gala that you've attended with him a thousand times already. You and Oikawa were famous for having matching outfits that the Paparazzi looked forward to. Playing along, you two decided to feed the media what they wanted. This was the root of petty arguments over what outfit should be worn this year. You proposed to go with red since you both haven't worn that color in a while but Oikawa insisted on going blue even if you both already did previously.

You load your shopping cart with red clothing and Oikawa lets out a dramatic gasp. He plucks the clothes out of the cart and replaces them with Turguioise-colored dress shirts. You scowl at him as you both go neck to neck with each other in the shopping mall. 

"I'm tired, Tooru! Just give up and choose red!"

"How about this, we go with pink!"

You raise a brow when he enthusiastically shows you a light pink tuxedo. You placed a hand under your chin and hummed, it's a not bad idea. You go to look for the same colored outfit to match the tuxedo and your boyfriend's eyes sparkle.

"Fine, only because we haven't worn that color in a while"

Oikawa cheers as he picks you up in his arms, spins you around, and litters your faces with obnoxious kisses. You both exited the mall satisfied with an agreement. The preparation for the gala was chaotic, it was filled with traded dirty jokes, compliments, and flirting. On arrival at the gala, all heads turn to the both of you. Cameras aimed at you two as the flashes blinded you, of course, they're more interested in your boyfriend so it takes the pressure off of you. After security stopped the paparazzi at the entrance, you and Oikawa went to chat with every athlete you were friends with including friendly associates.

"Oikawa-san! [Name]-san!"

"Shoyo!"

You and Oikawa said in unison as you both went to hug the orange-haired athlete, Hinata Shoyo. He goes to compliment you and Oikawa's matching outfit as he often did, catching up with the two of you. You and your boyfriend parted ways to briefly linger with other guests at the gala. Oikawa had a hilarious exchange with Kageyama Tobio and Ushijima Wakatoshi while you gossiped with Yaku Morisuke and Kuroo Tetsuro. When you two reunited, both of you had an unexpected encounter with Atsumu Miya and Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"Well if it isn't the one I defeated on 'The most handsome setter of the year' poll"

"I will fuckin' skin ya alive"

"Nice to see you again, Sakusa-san!"

"Likewise"

The gala goes on as it always does. Quick speeches and athletes sharing their gratitude. Music and food, and overall a relatively good time. But there was a sudden surprise when all the athletes' significant others were invited on stage to give a speech for their athlete lovers. You were caught off guard when Kuroo pulled you in line. You witnessed Akaashi Keiji's heartfelt speech for Bokuto Koutaro, the crowd was sniffing. A funny woman went on stage to make fun of Suna Rintaro's posture, nonetheless giving him a romantic message. When you are up next, your stomach drops.

You were thrusted up on stage with a microphone, and you gulped. Public speaking wasn't your forte, it was more of an Oikawa thing. To see thousands of eyes on you made you quiver like a freezing kitten. But Oikawa was there to save you and all he did was send you a smile and a heart sign in the crowd. Suddenly, you feel like giving a ten-hour speech.

"Hi, I'm [Name] [Surname]. Me and Oikawa have been together for ages, most of the time I feel like I have a toddler for a boyfriend"

There were chuckles in the crowd, you don't need to see but you know your boyfriend is somewhere pouting and crossing his arms. But you continue.

"All's well that ends well to end up with him. I swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover. He'll save all the dirtiest jokes for me and at every table, I'll save him a seat"

A collective sound of 'Aww's flooded the room. Your eyes meet with your lover, Oikawa, who gazes back in a way as if he's on the verge of crying.

"To you, my lover, I love you"

You ended your brief speech as everyone responded with applause louder than you anticipated. You ran backstage to sprint towards Oikawa who had his arms open. He engulfs you in a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, holding you impossibly close. You hold on to him without the intention of letting go, drowning yourself in his affection.

"God, you're such a sap, [Name]"

"Shut up, I saw you almost bursting into tears!"

You both pulled away. Seconds after, Oikawa leans over to kiss you. It was tender and romantic and it made your knees weak for all the right reasons. When you two part, he was grinning at you like he won the lottery and you're sure you're smiling back at him like an idiot.

"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?"

"Of course, my darling"

Your smile went wider and he did the unexpected instead. Oikawa pulls out a tiny white box from his pocket and bends on one knee. Air gets violently knocked out of your chest when you gasp, your eyes immediately turn glassy when he reveals to you a glimmering silver ring.

"Tooru, you did fucking not-"

"Marry me, [Name]. I'll take you everywhere with me, back to Argentina and here in Japan. Then we can always be this close, forever and ever"

Who would've anticipated Oikawa Tooru proposing to you backstage when not a soul was able to witness it? You couldn't hold back a sob, so you only answered with a nod and a choked-out 'Yes' before the setter pounced at you with a hug and a long kiss on your lips. You can see the tears in the corner of his eyes as he slips the ring on your finger. And you couldn't be more happier, to be finally engaged with your lover.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

— — — 

No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — — 

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

[goatpaste]

So with pillarfam!Holly you've shown in a post that it took time for Kars to see her as her granddaughter because of how he sees her as all her mistakes but then grows to realize she is his granddaughter and fully (? not sure if he fully accepts her by that post) accepts it.

So does that mean by Jotaro's time Kars is more well handled with these things, like Jotaro being his great grandson, and treating him like that and not being so hesitant around him?

I really hope this came of clear 😭, I feel like I'm just rambling around at this point

ugh so! its no easy yes or no answer

Kars and Holly have the most (mostly) unspoken issues between each other, and they go unspoken for the most park until Holly is well into her adult years.

Kars, as someone who has no choice in being in this family set up has mostly come to terms with it, he loves Holly. for the most part. He accepted that this is his granddaughter. but accepting her someone he cares about, not associating her with his failures its not an overnight task.

so in short, no. By the time Jotaros around, he's better. Less outburst, less letting his upsets be known. (mostly just not being around, Holly was too smart for her own good, she always could tell he didnt quiet see her when he looked at her with those cold eyes of his)

but damage is done, Jotaro does see most of his family beyond his mom, growing up. Especially Kars. When he does visit he likes Kars, and Kars is as 'kind' as he can be to the boy. Took awhile.

When learning Holly was having a child i think he had fingers crossed that that thing came out pure human or not at all. Yet here he it is, another half pillar man on the world. another thing to taunt his failings.

Damage is done, when growing up Jotaro who as a child gets along with his grandfather, likes many things Kars likes and in a way understands him when he prefers to stay away from others and be on his own with his research.

The damage is done when Jotaro, so young thinks he has a lot in common with his grandfather, but then hears the way his human family members talk about him. wonders if they think he's a monster to.

Jotaro has less of a constant bad rift with his grandfather, more of a rift with himself and the part of himself that is reflected in his grandfather. Rift between himself and his mom who never breaks a smile and never shows she's struggling to. Jotaro thinks he's alone in his feelings.

Kars kinda doesnt get over himself until P3.

When he's told Holly might die. When he has to see her laying there in that bed looking half dead. God... he realizes he can lose her. He thinks about how he though the lost Esidisi, Wham, even santana. Dear god, he could truly lose her and theres nothing he can do but sit by her and wait. He's spent so long wishing she was never born and now that she might be taken from him...

I think for the narrative of Pillar Fam, thats his breaking point. When he begins to think of Holly more as his families victory, their way of reaching the sun. Through Holly.

its not perfect, there is still lasting issues. I see both Jotaro and Holly as people who kinda are just kinda always a little bit sad forever.

sorry for the rambling

but yeah! its a, it gets better. it takes so much time, maybe too much time to fix anything. but it gets better.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Hi ☺️ id like to request a vampire!eddie who is friends with reader but they both want more. But maybe vampire!eddie is afraid to hurt reader so he tries to remain friends. Reader finally gives up and tells eddie they can be friends but she needs to move on. She ends up on a date that ends terribly, when she gets home eddie is waiting for her and confesses he cant just be friends and they happily get together bc neither deserve anymore angst lol.

Warnings: Angst to fluff 💕

Dont copy, reuse or repost my work

Request by @swansonron

♥️

Many people have fun stories about how they've met their best friend.

For you and Eddie its no different except for one thing.

Your best friend is a vampire. Yes, exactly like Dracula, Anna Rice's Interview with a Vampire, Angel and Spike from Buffy...

Oh, and he doesn't sparkle in the sun just FYI.

Eddie may be a vampire but he's the sweetest, kindest man you've ever met. He's never hurt a human and you know he'd never hurt you.

You've fallen for him, hard but despite how close you both are, how it's obvious both you want to take your friendship to the next level Eddie holds back.

He's terrified of hurting you, even though you know he won't but he's got the idea in his head that his enhanced strength will end up with you hurt in some way.

Honesty, he's the most gentle man you've ever known and you know accidents can happen, but what they didn't?

You wish deep in your heart that Eddie would give you and him a chance but it looked increasingly unlikely and the more it broke your heart.

🦇

After much deliberation, constantly unsure of what to do and many sleepless nights you had come to a decision.

If Eddie would never accept the idea of you and him together then you had to move on. For both your sake.

You loved his frienship and never wanted to ruin it so maybe moving on would be best for everyone.

Even if you doubted that you could find someone as incredible as Eddie, you had to try didn't you?

Telling Eddie was the hardest part as your heart still longed for him.

"I have to move on Eddie. I want to be with you so much but it's clear you don't feel the same." your heart clenches painfully and you take a second before speaking again.

"We can be friends obviously but I can't keep hoping and waiting for you when this isn't what you want"

Saying all of this is hurting your heart but it needs to be said. You need to move on and stop living in a dream world.

Eddie is quiet as he takes this in and gives a tiny nod of his head.

"I understand princess" There's a hint of pain in his voice and you desperately want to soothe him, take the pain away.

By the time you move forward just an inch to go and comfort him, it's like he puts a mask up, his brown eyes darken and he steps back.

Tears prick your eyes but you swallow them down. Maybe he really doesn't care... He's just your friend and that's it.

"I have a date on Friday. It's with a guy called Jason" he nods and turns away.

"Right, well I hope it goes well sweetheart. I'll see you tommorow" he pauses and then turns back to you and gently kisses your cheek.

The soft brush of his lips on yours, the way his brown eyes meet your gaze for a minute makes your heart race.

When you open your eyes, he's gone and all that's left is a hollow feeling in your chest.

♥️

Shit, could this night get any worse?

Jason was one of those washed up jocks who sat relieving his glory days as a high school heartthrob and football captain.

He barely asked anything about you and when he did it didn't last long.

Long story short? You wish you were with Eddie instead.

Jason gulps down his wine and grows increasingly more and more drunk, conversation is stilted and no matter how many times you pick it up, it doesn't help.

The two of you have nothing in common, in fact he could be the greatest guy in the world and your heart would still belong to Eddie.

This frustrates you. Ugh, so much for trying to get over him. You needed to accept he didn't want to be with you. In some ways you had but your heart was different.

Your heart longed for a happy ending but its obvious you wouldn't find it here.

♥️

Eddie was waiting for you when you got home, he has a determined look on his face.

"Hi, what are you doing here Ed's?" you ask him curiously. Your traitor heart skips a beat as you eye him.

"I wanted to make sure you got home okay. How was your date?" you groan and slump on the sofa.

"Awful, truly awful" he growls and his eyes flash red briefly. Shit he's pissed.

"Do I need to have words with this douchebag" his protectiveness is sweet but you can handle a tipsy idiot.

"No, you'd scare him to death Eddie, I'm okay"

He kneels down beside you and takes your hand.

"What if I just frighten him a little bit? Turn into my bat form and scare the shit out of the dumb fuck?" this makes you giggle at the thought but you shake your head.

"No, remember what happened last time" Poor Miss Dawson is still on edge about bats.

He nods smirking then turns serious, his eyes lock with yours.

"When you were on the date it was driving me crazy. I can't just be friends with you sweetheart, I want more"

After a shitty night hearing this is like a dream.

"You mean it Eddie?" he nods, his thumb circling over your fingers. Sparks and tension comes off the both of you in waves.

Fuck, you so badly want to kiss him.

"I've never wanted anything more sweetheart, I adore you. I've falling for you, hard"

Eddie kisses you. You've been waiting for so long for this to happen and now that it is you can't believe it.

You kiss him back with equal fervour and he smiles against your lips.

"I'm gonna love you forever sweetheart"

Maybe happy endings weren't just for fairtytales after all.

♥️

[hush-writes-preg]

i’ve been wanting to say this for a while, and im still not sure i’m gonna say it right, but i really appreciate your blog. i’ve been having issues with my ovaries for a while and it’s still not clear if i’m fertile or even gonna get to Keep my ovaries much longer. it’s been really stressful, because i really want to be able to get pregnant, and i might never be able to. but one of the worst parts is that i’m transmasc, and a lot of people- including my own family- can’t wrap their heads around being a man and wanting to be pregnant. even other transmascs seem to think i can’t actually be trans and genuinely want this. people pity me cus they think Society is what made me feel this way, and they have to “help” by convincing me this is something i don’t actually want.

you and all your followers have been the opposite of that. seeing so many other transmascs who openly (and sometimes desperately) want to experience pregnancy has made me feel like so much less of an other. seeing people who aren’t transmasc but have transmasc friends/partners being so encouraging and supportive when this is something they want has felt so validating. it’s such a positive and welcoming environment here, and it’s so comforting.

so i guess the main takeaway is everyone should keep being horny, because there’s at least one person who really appreciates it.

Hey there, Aster! Thanks for hopping into my inbox with your kind words! 💖

I've said it before, and I'll continue saying it long into the future for old and new followers alike-- this blog exists because I believe that everyone deserves the opportunity to feel appreciated, validated, and seen in regard to this kink. I don't care what parts anyone was born with, what parts anyone has now, or what anyone's age(18+)/gender/sexuality is. Anyone can feel the desire to be pregnant or to impregnate someone else, and that feeling should be celebrated.

I'm sorry to hear that you've had so much trouble with your original plumbing, Aster, and that you aren't sure if you'll be able to conceive. That's a really shitty situation to be in when you actually want to get pregnant. I've known a few people on Tumblr who are in similar health-related situations, and I just wish I could give all of you a big hug (if it's wanted). It's really not fair. The universe is pretty shit for allowing that to happen in the first place. But you're not alone, okay? I don't know how much comfort that offers you, but there are folks out there who commiserate, understand what you're struggling with, and hope that you'll be able to eventually find happiness regardless of what happens.

And yeah... family and society can suck big time sometimes. OFC you can't be male and want to carry a child, right? /s In my opinion, those people are nothing more than gatekeepers who have no business being involved in your body and business. The knowledge that these kinds of opinions are so commonplace really pisses me off. The desire to procreate is a ridiculously ordinary (though not universal) part of being human, so why shouldn't anyone be allowed to use the parts they have to make a baby if they want to? Or be allowed to find other reasonable ways to make it happen? :throws-table.gif:

Ugh. I'll get off of my soapbox now.

All that said, if the space I'm nurturing and the community we're all building is one of support, encouragement, and affirmation, then that's a dream fulfilled for me. We may be stuck feeling like an Other elsewhere thanks to societal stupidity, but not here. Here we're all as incredible and sexy and fertile as we wish to be, and I refuse to hear otherwise.

You're awesome, Aster. Try to stay positive, do what you can to take care of your troublesome bits, and love yourself the way you are. And if you ever need to vent about this stuff, my DMs are open, okay?

I adore all of you horny, breedable fuckers. 💖 Don't any of you forget it.

[taylor-swift-bracket]

🎇Please reblog!🎇

Comment your favorite bridges from Speak Now and Red!

Notable Bridges (Under the Cut)

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Enchanted

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else (Ooh)

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you (Ooh, oh)

Dear John

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry

Never impressed by me acing your tests

All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes

'Cause you burned them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me

So don't look now

I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Oh, oh

Back to December

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So, if the chain is on your door, I understand

Long Live

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment? Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children some day

When they point to the pictures

Please, tell 'em my name

Tell 'em how the crowds went wild

Tell 'em how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you

Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

Red (Taylor’s Version)

All Too Well

Well, maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

But maybe this thing was a masterpiece

'Til you tore it all up

Running scared, I was there

I remember it all too well

And you call me up again

Just to break me like a promise

So casually cruel in the name of being honest

I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here

'Cause I remember it all, all, all

Too well

Treacherous

Two headlights shine through the sleepless night

And I will get you, get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive

And I would follow you, follow you home

I'll follow you, follow you home

State of Grace

This is a state of grace

This is the worthwhile fight

Love is a ruthless game

Unless you play it good and right

These are the hands of fate

You’re my Achilles heel

This is the golden age

Of something good and right and real

Begin Again

And we walked down the block to my car

And I almost brought him up

But you start to talk about the movies

That your family watches every single Christmas

And I wanna talk about that

And for the first time, what's past is past

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

I used to think that we were forever, ever

And I used to say, "Never say never"

Ugh, so he calls me up and he's like, "I still love you"

And I'm like, "I just, I mean, this is exhausting, you know?

Like, we are never getting back together, like, ever"

[anakinniesluv]

Sweet Little Secrets - Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite

@unadulterated-syd

Neytiri (avatar 2009) × fem!Omaticaya!reader

Req: "thank you !! i was going to req for neytiri,, i love her so so much + hypothetically, fem! reader but they r in a secret relationship,, before Jake comes along !! N it's only secret because they don't know how well it would be supported considering neytiri was already set up with a mate yk??"

Warnings: fluffy but angsty if you squint, secret relationship, AU where plot doesn't happen or like just before the plot

Summary: yourself and neytiri have been together for as long as you've felt alive, and you aren't willing to put it at risk. —even if it means she could be forced to mate with another.—

Note: @unadulterated-syd I literally worship you and your requests. This was a great idea and like I cannot wait to have this done bc like 😍😍 ugh im finally writing for my wifey Neytiri

It had started off as very little, simply fun that you would have on nights when Neytiri would be pestered about 'living up to her family' and 'being a loyal, respectful woman'. If only you knew how much more it would turn into.

What had once been an escape to have the rare feeling of truly living, had turned into a secret love. Secret. The thought giving you both thrill and longing.

She is the Olo'eyktans daughter. She has already been paired with someone. Tsu'tey. It disgusts you to even say his name. It isn't him, he is the same as all of the puff chested males in the clan, it's just; everyone thinks what is yours is his.

But you both know that telling anyone would risk the relationship, her respect, and even your place in the clan if her father is in a bad mood. So it stays secret. Your sweet little secret.

Meeting up in a certain spot on a bioluminescent tree by the river, sharing sweet nothings as you hold and love eachother as you wish you could around others. The small kisses that make your heart warm as you part ways when the sun rises. The occasional unique bead that would be found in each of your hair, always with one exclusive feature to make you think of eachother any time you pay attention to the strands.

But what comes with greatness must come a fault.

Seeing people refer to her as 'tsu'teys mate' or him as hers, whilst she sends a glance your way as if she ever even subtly shut down the name. The way he would caress her lower back when speaking in front of the clan, almost as a symbol of 'she's mine.' When you would be with her family, and her mother would start discussing when she would mate with him and begin doing her 'natural womanly duties.'

Luckily, the faults are buried under the memories of nights like these.

You're almost at the top, heading up the tree that would told neytiri you would be at by eclipse. You're almost there—until you almost fall and plummet to the ground for the purpose of your lovers entertainment.— "Boo!" Neytiri shouts from above, coming out of her hiding place on the upper of a thick branch. Your mind and body both shut down in shock for a half-second before you come back from your paralysis.

"Neytiri!" You hiss. "nga stum tspang oe!" (You almost kill(ed) me!) At this, she let's out an amused giggle and grabs your wrist to pull you up to her level.

"kaltxì." (hello.) She says before placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips, pulling back with a mischievous grin. "Oh eywa, Neytiri. What are you going to do now?" Her grin widens. "za'u!" (Come!)

Before you know it she is climbing down the tree, jumping the remaining distance and dashing towards eywa knows what. You are quick to follow, not letting her catching you off guard cause you to lose her trail.

You dash around the forest in many different directions, not having a care in the world as you play silly games with the lover you cannot let be known. These are the moments you live for. These are the moments where you truly live at all. You would continue living for and like this if it meant it could keep happening.

After nearly running around the entire perimeter of the forest, you are met with an unbelievable sight. It is a small pond, but it has bioluminescent plants littered throughout the water and mossy rocks that hold animals you never thought you'd see up close.

She sends you a shushing signal, slowly and quietly creeping towards the small ecosystem in hopes of not scaring the animals away.

Finally being close enough to get a good look, you sigh in amazement. Everything is so peaceful. The animals are getting along, the little families huddling together to keep warm in the dark. There is no fighting, hatred, disappointment or envy here, just peace.

Your eyes land on a flattened rock only a few paces away, and you realize that it would be the perfect seating place for you and your lover. You silently step closer and closer, praying there aren't any sticks in your path.

Finally making it to the rock, Neytiri behind you you sit down and take in the view a second time. That's the thing with Neytiri, she always find the most amazing things and shows them to those who she knows would enjoy it.

"'Tiri- it's gorgeous!" You say, breaking the silence with your hushed voice. "That is why I have shown you."

You turn to her, seeing her freckles brighter than ever and her honey eyes reflecting the light of the plants. You subconsciously lean in, cupping her cheek and kissing her lips. It is a sweet, soft, affectionate kiss that she responds to immediately.

You find yourselves laying on the grass now, sharing last sweet kisses before drifting off in eachothers arms. You feel so at peace it feels as if you are with eywa already. Being in her arms makes your soul feel safe, safer than you ever feel otherwise.

You lay there together, tails and arms wrapped up, loving eachother even as you sleep. Not even caring who finds you when you wake.

AHHHH this is probably one of my new fav works. Not for the quality of the writing bc it was a lil rushed n I gotta get that done for my pookie syd 😞. But I love the concept n the idea and all of that (obviously love my bae neytiri 🤭). Can we talk about how FINEEE neytiri was in atwow tho?? Like stomp on me.

[faofinn]

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Part 2 to a fic we wrote for our very own MediwhumpMay! Enjoy

Part 1 | Part 2

What he didn’t miss, though, was the familiar face of one of his amazing colleagues leaning over him. “Hey, Fao. Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon, thought we sent you home? Don’t worry, we’ve got you now. Only the best for one of our own. I’ve got some pain relief for you here - oxy, don’t panic, I know what you can’t have - because that paracetamol isn’t going to be doing a lot for you, I’ll bet. Then we’ll get  you checked out, get you to CT, and go from there. Sound like a plan?”

He sighed in relief. “Yeah, thanks.” 

There was a moment of quiet, the nurses' conversations stopping. "For the love of God, please tell me this isn't Fao."

Fao sighed. “I wish it wasn’t?”

"Fuck this. I'm done." Finn muttered. "I'm done, I've had enough of this shift. I'm done."

“Finn!” Fao called out, but it wasn’t like he could go after his brother. Fuck’s sake. 

He took a moment outside the bay to compose himself, swearing under his breath at every deity he knew. With a heavy sigh, he returned to Fao's side. 

"You know when I call you dickhead and that's just your nickname? I bloody mean it this time." He squeezed Fao's hand, stretching to press a kiss to his forehead, brushing the damp hair away. "You're gonna be okay, yeah? I promise."

Fao managed a weak smile, still soaked to the skin and freezing cold. “Nicknames ‘ave gotta come from somewhere.”

"You don't need to live up to them, though."

“Mm, sometimes. Not my fault.”

"I'm sure. Where's the pain at the moment? Still bad?"

“Mm. Getting better?”

"That's good. Did you pass out?"

“No, don’t think so.”

"You sure? You've got a bruise coming up on your forehead, and you're talking like you're concussed."

“Pretty sure I hit my head, but I don’t remember blacking out. Feel concussed.”

"You're gonna be." He sighed. "I can't treat, you know that. The cons is coming, he won't be long."

“Yeah. Is nice jus’ having you.”

"I'll call mum in a sec, too. She can come and be with you." He paused. "You feel absolutely frozen. Have we got a temp yet? Not reading? Why didn't anyone say? Can someone get the bear hugger, please?"

“Mum’s gonna kill me.” He mumbled, as they set up the bear hugger to try and get some warmth back into Fao. It worked, and he definitely felt more comfortable with the warm air on him. 

"I don't blame her."

“Wasn’t my fault.” He protested. 

"I know."

He shifted uncomfortably, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. “‘M sorry.”

"Hey, hey, no. No sorry."

“Mm, still.”

"Just hold on for me."

“Yeah. The person I hit?”

"What about them?"

“They okay?”

"I'm sure they will be."

“Find out?”

"You're my priority."

“Please? ’m fine.”

"No, Fao. You're the priority."

He huffed. “Fine. When’s CT? I want to sit up.”

"As soon as we can."

“Ugh.”

"Don't ugh me."

“Can if I want to.”

"I'll tell mum." Finn threatened. 

“She’ll be on my side, ‘m hurt.”

"She won't."

“Might.”

Finn softened. "Do you want me to get Hars?"

“Shit. I was supposed to be home hours ago.”

"Yeah, he'll be worried sick."

“I left late too. Can I call him?”

"You'll have to use my phone."

Fao realised then he didn’t know where his was. Probably still in his car. Hars would be going mad. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Finn dug round in his pockets, finally finding his phone. Harrison had already messaged him, and Finn said a silent apology to the other man as he rang, passing the phone to Fao. He balanced it by the blocks, loud enough for him to hear. 

Fao practically held his breath as it rang, waiting for Harrison to pick up, probably crazy with worry. 

“Hars? It’s me.” Fao got out, as he heard it pick up. 

"Where are you? What's going on? Why's Finn ringing me? Are you okay?" His voice wavered. "Please tell me you're okay."

“‘M okay, ‘m okay. Finn’s with me. I, uh, I crashed the car, I’m in ED.”

Harrison was silent, the phone failing from his hand. He'd known something was wrong, he'd just felt it, and he was right. This wasn't fair. 

Fao heard the phone clatter, and he winced. “Hars? Tomcat?”

Fao's voice snapped him back to reality. "I'm on my way. I'll be as quick as I can."

“‘M okay, I swear. A bit concussed but…”

He swallowed past the lump in his throat. "You're alive, we can deal with anything else."

“Yeah. Waiting on CT now, but not so bad. Drive safe?”

"I will. Do you need anything?" He'd already grabbed his Eeyore from the bed. 

Even concussed, Fao knew he wasn’t getting discharged that evening. “Uh, clothes and toiletries?”

"Yeah, I've got the hospital bag."

“That’s all I need. That and you.”

"I won't be long, promise." He said, fighting with the keys to lock the door. 

“Don’t rush, be safe.” He mumbled. “Weather is shit.”

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful."

“Thank you. Love you.”

"Love you too, Wolfie."

“Sorry I didn’t call sooner.”

"It's okay, it's okay. You called me."

“Always.”

He turned the keys in the ignition. "Thank you."

“I’ll let you drive, yeah?”

"I've got you on speaker, but if you need to go."

“Nothin’ is happening quick.” Fao grumbled. 

"We're doing our best." Finn shot back.

Fao shot him a look. “Shit service here.”

"Don't be mean to us." Harrison managed to laugh down the phone. 

Fao managed a grin. “‘Cause you’re not working.”

"Oh, is that why?"

“Yeah.” He mumbled, fidgeting with his other foot, still uncomfortable. 

"Be nice to Finn."

“I am really. He’s good.”

"He's doing surprisingly well." Finn called to Harrison. "I'm not in charge or treating, but I'm gonna ultrasound your abdo while we wait. I'm not having anything happen because of the delays."

“Mm, ‘Kay.” He mumbled, knowing full well he didn’t have a choice. He just wanted this all to be over, or at least the scan done so he could sit up and get out of the blocks. It was so uncomfortable and he couldn’t stand staring at the ceiling. 

"You're doing really well." Finn praised gently. "I know it's shit."

“Yeah.”

"Let me know if it hurts."

“Mm. Is not good.”

"No? It's hurting?"

“A bit.” He admitted. The painkillers he’d had had helped, but it was still painful. Everything was. 

"When I'm scanning? Or just your leg?"

“Both? It’s sore.”

"Alright, I'm sorry." He said softly. "Can we get some more pain medication please?"

“Thanks.” Fao mumbled, feeling pathetic.

Finn hummed, distracted. "You're gonna be okay."

Fao frowned at him. “‘M fine.”

"Yeah, exactly."

“Consultant soon?”

"Yeah, he's on his way."

“Okay.”

Finn looked past the screen to the nurse. "Can you just chase them for me? Did we have an estimate for gensurg or ortho?"

Fao whined. “Gensurg? No.”

"Uh, I'm not sure."

"Page them again. Tell them they've got two fucking traumas waiting." He grumbled, unlike Finn. 

“Finn.” Fao reached up for his brother. 

"What? Lie still, Fao, I'm nearly done."

“Gensurg? Talk to me.”

"Just give me a minute. Try lie still."

Fao made a frustrated noise. It was late, he was exhausted and sore, and now his brother wouldn’t tell him what was going on. It wasn’t fair. 

"Just a minute." He repeated. "Nearly there."

The pain meds they’d given him were starting to kick in a bit now, serving mostly just to make him spaced. It was still uncomfortable where Finn was pressing, but the pain in his leg was more bearable. He wanted to see what was going on, but he couldn’t, and trying to look around just made him dizzy. 

“Fine.”

Finn took a few more minutes, struggling to see what he wanted. He was convinced there was a lac, but it didn't seem enough to rush to surgery. That, and his pressure was maintaining. He gave a heavy sigh. 

"Can we get a space in x-ray?" He asked the nurse, shooting them a smile before moving back to Fao. "Hey, dickhead."

The nurse nodded. “Of course, I’ll speak to them. I just chased CT, they said there was just one more before him.” 

Fao looked up at his brother. “Finished poking me now?”

"Reasonably."

“And? What was the scan like?”

He sighed. "You've got free fluid in your abdomen. I don't know if you'll need surgery for that."

“Fuck, no.”

"You're concussed. You don't have the capacity to make those decisions."

“My capacity isn’t that impaired.” He grumbled. “But I’m not refusing. I jus’ want to talk it through. All you’ve done is talk over me.”

Finn softened. "I was just trying to see what you'd done. I didn't want to miss something and tell you lies. Your leg…your leg is probably going to need surgery too, but you've got reasonable response in the foot, so it's not top of the list.

He hummed. If he was honest, he’d sort of been expecting that answer for the leg. It hadn’t looked great even in the ambulance. “I know, an’ US is hard, but… it’s shit when I can’t see anything and all ‘m getting is half the story.”

"I'm sorry for talking over you. It's hard because you know the words we throw about, and - no offense - you're not quite in the right state to understand how we're using them right now. I didn't want to say anything you'd take the wrong way and kick off."

Fao knew that really, but being able to understand it meant that it was easy to take off the wrong way regardless. He nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah. It’s hard though.”

"I know. I'm sorry."

“It’s shit.” He grumbled. “I had a shit shift, too.”

"Yeah?"

“Didn’t leave until nearly ten.” He huffed. “Wanted my bed."

"That's shit. "

“Yeah. And now I’m here.”

"Now you've got me to put up with."

He managed a smile. “Yeah.”

"Fucking shit trade."

“Exactly.”

"You're not supposed to agree with me!" Finn protested in good nature. 

“Yeah, whatever.”

"Alright. How's that pain now?"

“Bit better.”

"That's good."

“Yeah.”

"Just let us know, yeah?"

“I will.” Fao murmured. “Will you find Hars when he gets here? Look after him?”

"He's an adult, Fao."

“And?”

"And I'll keep an eye out for him."

Fao reached for his brother’s hand. “Thank you.”

Finn took it, squeezing gently. "Always."

Not long after that, porters arrived to take Fao to CT. He really didn’t want to let go of Finn’s hand, but knew he didn’t have much of a choice, biting his lip as he let go. The consultant had arrived by then, and pulled Finn aside gently. 

“You’ve done great, do you want to step back now, let us take over?”

Finn’s anxiety had flared and reached levels he didn’t realise he had. He folded his arms roughly, his jaw set to make him feel stronger than he felt. 

"Am I going to have to leave him?"

“No, you don’t have to leave him. Just maybe take a step back from treating him. I’ll give you the rest of your shift off.”

"You'll have to find cover." Finn murmured distractedly.

“Let me worry about that.”

"Are you sure?"

“Yeah, of course. He’s your brother, we’ll cope.”

Finn sighed. "Thank you."

“Go on, you can go with him to imaging. Is Harrison coming in?”

"Can I go in with him?" He asked hopefully.  

“That’ll be up to them, but you can certainly go with him and ask.”

Relief flooded his features. "Thank you."

“Go on, go and catch up to him.”

"Thank you." He said again, rushing after them. 

They’d been quick to get things set up, awaiting Fao. They’d expected Finn to be there, but hadn’t seen him yet, and so carried on, chatting away to Fao as they did. He did his best to reply, slightly hazy from the meds and the exhaustion. With everything ready, they moved to transfer him across. 

Fao knew full well it was going to hurt, it wasn’t exactly the first time he’d done this, and pressed his lips together, trying to think of something else. It didn’t go well, though, as halfway between the trolley and the scanner he slipped, the slide sheet under him ripping and totally giving out under him. Of course there wasn’t anything he could do about it, and everything hit the bed of the scanner with a clatter, including him. His bad leg took the brunt of it and he couldn’t help but swear, the string of profanity a mix of English and Irish. It was a burst of pain that made his vision blur and his head spin. 

Finn had just pushed the door open as everything went sideways. He froze in the doorway, the nausea immediately overwhelming as it felt like the earth dropped from below his feet. He was frozen in place despite his brother’s outburst of pain, despite wanting to be by his side holding his hand and helping him. Even from across the room, he knew it was bad, beyond bad. Fao had already broken his leg, they knew that, but suddenly there was bone sticking through the skin, and blood everywhere from his pulled IV. He couldn't breathe. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real.

Fao hadn’t seen Finn, the angles just not quite right. What he did know was that the pain in his leg wasn’t getting any better, and there was blood everywhere where his cannula had been ripped out. The swearing stopped, trailing off as the initial shock died down. He felt sick to his stomach, though, his mouth dry with fear. 

“What the fuck jus’ happened?”

"We're going to get you sorted, I'm just going to get the consultant."

Fao whined, trying to exhale slowly and control his breathing, the pain just getting worse and worse. “Fuck.”

The consultant was quick to arrive, pushing past Finn. It didn't look good, not in the slightest, and he pursed his lips. "What the fuck happened?"

“I don’t know.” Fao mumbled. 

“I’m not sure.” One of the staff murmured. “Everything just slipped, I think the slide sheet went.”

"I need someone to page ortho yesterday, and I need as much fucking pain relief as we can get." He snapped.

“He’ll need a new cannula in.”

Fao could feel the blood running down his arm, tickling as it went, and he sighed. It had been a hard enough stick the first time, and now things were ten times worse. All he wanted was more pain relief. 

"You're fucking kidding me." He groaned. "Let's get some penthrox then, someone get a line in.”

“I’m a really bad stick.” Fao said, doing his best to focus on the consultant. 

He shot Fao a smile. "I was warned. We're going to get you sorted, I promise. We'll get that leg immobilised further, but I'm going to get you some sedation too, make it a bit easier for you."

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Fao asked. Whilst he couldn’t see, he could certainly tell. 

"It's not great."

“Fuck’s sake.”

"The surgery is going to have to be done tonight now."

“Where’s Finn?”

"He's…he's just sorting some stuff out." Fao didn’t need to know where his brother really was.

Fao frowned. That seemed fully like an excuse, but he didn’t have the thought processing power to work out what was really going on. “Hars?”

"I'm sure he's here."

“Can I see him?” 

"Let me go see, yeah?"

“Thank you.” He said, forcing himself to take another deep breath and closing his eyes.  

The voices outside were familiar, and more than just Finn and the nurses. He headed out to find Harrison, unsure how he was actually supposed to explain what had just happened. 

Thankfully Harrison wasn’t hard to find, outside talking to a rather pale and worried looking Finn. The consultant cleared his throat, heading over to them. 

“Hi, you two."

"Can you tell me what the fuck is happening?"

He managed a wry smile. “I’ll do my best. How much have you been told? Why don’t we find somewhere to sit down and talk?”

He shot a look at Finn. "He's not been much use, which means it's bad."

“It’s a lot to take in.” The consultant said carefully, glancing at Finn. “I’m sure you know earlier this evening Fao was involved in a collision on his way home from work. He’s appeared a bit concussed, and we’re concerned about a fracture to his right tib fib, as well as potential internal injuries to his abdomen.”

"It's now a fucking open fracture." Finn managed, arms folded tightly. 

The consultant winced. “Yeah, which was what I was getting to. Obviously we wanted a CT, which we’re still going to get. However it looks like there was an incident during the transfer across; I wasn’t there, unfortunately, but, well, there’s no good way to really say this. Essentially he was dropped during the transfer and as a result that fracture is now open. I’m sorry.”

"What the fuck." Harrison muttered to himself. "So, the plan now? Can I go and see him before you get started? "

The consultant nodded. “Plan is get this CT done, then straight to x-ray so we get a better idea of what we’re looking at. Then ortho will be down to see him, but likely he’ll be in theatre tonight. He’s asked for you, so you can go and see him now if you’re quick.”

"Right." He nodded, chewing on his lip. "Look after Finn, will you?"

“Of course. Come on, Finn. We’ll go and get a cuppa.”

Finn nodded slowly. "O-okay."

He put a gentle hand on Finn’s arm, shepherding him away to the staff room, to let Harrison in to see his boyfriend. One of the HCAs looked up as Harrion came in, smiling. “Oh, Dr Cunningham.”

"It's just Harrison." He said softly, moving to Fao's side. "Hey, I'm here."

“Tomcat.” Fao reached out for him, relieved he was there.

"I've got you." He grabbed onto Fao's hand, gripping it tight. "You're gonna be okay."

He hummed, feeling the effects of the meds they’d topped him up with. “They fucked up.” He said, but he was grinning. “Oops.”

"You're in a better mood than Finn is."

Fao frowned. “Is he ‘kay?”

"He's stressed, saw the whole thing, so it's taking a bit of a toll on him. He's gone for coffee with the consultant."

“Oh. ‘m fine.” 

"Your leg got a bit more broken."

“Hurt like fuck.” 

"It's open now. "

“Oops.”

"Oops is right."

“An… an accident.”

"Yeah, but you're okay." He stroked the hair he could. "You're okay."

“Mm. Scan soon.” He mumbled, looking around. “Finn was fussin’.”

"Yeah, soon."

“Bleeding.”

"From your iv you pulled out."He said softly.

He frowned. “I didn’t pull it.” He protested. “But not jus’ that. Inside, Finn said.”

"Ah, yeah. That's why they're wanting the scan."

“Mm. Was prodding me.”

"He's a dick, isn't he?"

“He is.” Fao agreed. “Am I still bleeding?” He asked, trying to see his arm. 

"Ah, ah. Lie still." Harrison said softly. "They've sorted it."

“Oh, okay.”

"Just relax."

“Yeah, relax.” Fao grumbled. 

"Don't grumble at me, Wolfie. I didn't do it."

“Hard to relax.”

"I know it is."

“Sorry.”

"Don't be."

He hummed. “Hate this.”

"I know."

“Can you stay?”

"I'd like to see them try and move me."

Fao managed a smile. “Good.” Then he paused. “How bad is it? Be honest.”

"It's not great. You've had worse, you've had a lot worse."

“The bar is kinda low with that one.”

"That's not my fault."

“No. The opposite.” Fao mumbled. “Can I get a hug?”

Harrison leaned over awkwardly, pressing a kiss to Fao's forehead as he did so. "Better?"

Fao smiled. “Much.”

"Good."

[neonlitlesbians]

cant sleep

[Alana sits on her couch, reading a book. She's visibly tired, but not tired enough.]

[There's a knock on Alana's door. Alana gets up to check it, and opens it. It's Ethlyn.]

[Ethlyn is also visibly tired. But not tired enough.]

Alana: I take it you can't sleep either?

Ethlyn: Yeah. I knew you'd be up at this hour, so.

A: Good guess. [Gestures Ethlyn inside.] You want coffee? I should have some decaf left.

E: Yeah.

[Alana gets to work making coffee. Ethlyn paces around close to her.]

A: I never imagined you'd have trouble sleeping, honestly. Long as I've known you, you just work up until you exhaust yourself.

E: [Weak smile.] Being up for 48 hours wasn't enough. I guess. Er, 52, I think.

A: What's keeping you up?

E: I'd love to know. I don't know. I wish I could pin something down. It's- Ugh. I'm so tired, but my mind won't stop thinking.

A: About what?

E: Just… Thinking. Bouncing around.

A: Oh. Yeah, I've had that one.

E: Ugh.

[While the coffee finishes brewing, Alana offers Ethlyn a hug. Ethlyn accepts.]

[Alana gives the coffee to Ethlyn black, as she likes it. Ethlyn awkwardly stands around for a second.]

A: If you need somewhere to sit…

E: Y-Yeah.

[Alana clears off some of the extra books and paper littering the couch, to make room for both of them. She tugs a blanket out of the mess and puts it over the two of them.]

A: I usually read when I can't sleep. Surely you've got habits like that?

[Ethlyn struggles to speak for a second, then makes a weak cutting motion across her neck. She shrugs.]

A: Mm.

A: Did you bring anything to pass the time?

[Ethlyn shakes her head.]

A: Enough just to have someone else around, huh?

[Ethlyn smiles. It's a tired, but wide and genuine smile. She rests her head on Alana's shoulder.]

[Alana picks her book back up, continuing where she left off.]

[Ethlyn reads over her shoulder.]

I saw a portal, and three stairs beneath,

A: Oh, do you—

E: [Blinks and cocks her head.]

A: [Clears throat.] Sorry if it's kinda boring.

Diverse in color, to go up to it,

And a gate-keeper, who yet spake no word.

And as I opened more and more mine eyes,

I saw him seated on the highest stair,

Such in the face that I endured it not.

And in his hand he had a naked sword,

Which so reflected back the sunbeams tow'rds us,

That oft in vain I lifted up mine eyes.

[Alana reads for a long time. It's enough just to have someone else around.]

[reunionatdawn]

My Analysis of the Best Paired Endings in 3H (Part 13: Ignatz/Leonie)

Ignatz: It's said that if a man and a woman make a vow tonight at the Goddess Tower… She will appear before them and bless them, ensuring that vow's fulfillment. I envision the goddess as the most beautiful creature in the world… More beautiful than any landscape, any artwork. Utterly beyond compare. That's what I think anyway. Or perhaps, what I hope.

Ignatz's dream was to meet the goddess. That was who he was hoping to run into at the Goddess Tower. And his paired endings fulfill that wish. Whatever woman he has a chance encounter with is the "goddess" who appears before him.

Leonie: Someday, I'm sure your art will save someone's life. Ignatz: Oh, no, I wouldn't go nearly that far. Leonie: Remember that girl you told me about? You made her so happy. And you were only just starting out. Think about what you could do now that you've had so much practice! This is your calling.

The tagline for the game was, "Sweet memories twisted by time's cruel hand". Ignatz always wanted his art to be useful and make people happy, like it did with Maya. He didn't want to be a knight, and his other dream was to become a painter.

Ignatz: I'll try to discuss it with my parents after the war. There's little demand for knights in peacetime. In fact, painting might be a more reliable way for me to support my family. I'll try to persuade them with arguments along those lines.

Like most of the other characters, his arc was about living for himself and pursuing what makes him happy in life. Leonie was one of biggest supporters, convincing him his talent was indeed useful.

Jeralt: Aren't you a little old for childhood heroes? Leonie: Maybe, but I'm still happy. I worked my whole life to be a mercenary like you, after all. And now I get to fight at your side? Dreams really do come true! Jeralt: I'm glad. It's not often childhood dreams actually come to pass. I recall you always scampering a few paces behind me as a kid. You'd stare at me and ask all kinds of questions, even when I was clearly too busy to answer.

Leonie idolized Jeralt ever since he saved her village as a kid and gave her a good luck charm. Her fondest memory was meeting the Blade Breaker, and her dream was to become a top-tier mercenary just like him. That was what she prayed for at the Goddess Tower.

Leonie (Solo) Leonie joined up with the mercenaries formerly led by Jeralt. As his greatest apprentice, she quickly took on a leadership role and eventually even inherited the title of Blade Breaker. She came to be known as Jeralt the Second, as she began to resemble him in all things—including his drinking habits. She left behind many unpaid tavern tabs.

But in the endings where she achieves her dream, it doesn't make her happy. Her solo ending and several of her other paired endings (Alois, Raphael, AM Felix) mention her being a heavy drinker and unable to pay off her tavern debts. Considering how thrifty she was, that says a lot about the severity of her alcoholism.

Shamir: The longer you do this, the more grudges you earn— whether you remember them or not. You've been a merc for a long time, though. I assume that kind of stuff doesn't bother you anymore. Shez: Yeah, mostly. I try to stay detached, but every now and again something slips through. Leonie: Ugh, I'm not so sure I could keep my emotions in check like that. I guess that shows how much further I still have to go.

In her Hopes paralogue, she knew she had a long way to go to make it as a mercenary and doubted whether she had the emotional fortitude for the job.

Leonie: I'm from Alliance lands, but I'm only a commoner. The idea of fighting Alliance nobles isn't exactly losing me any sleep. Fighting old friends though? That's something else. Ugh. I'd better clear my head. Captain Jeralt used to say a mercenary has to be thoughtless. Guess I finally get what he meant.

And in CF, she also struggles with being detached.

Leonie: The worst part about going into battle is knowing you might have a friend fighting for the other side. You were a mercenary, Professor. Were you always prepared for that? Byleth: Absolutely. Leonie: Guess I need to learn. Won't make a very good mercenary otherwise, will I? Fighting old friends—there's nothing worse. My hands shake just thinking about it. I'm glad Claude didn't die. Does that make me soft?

She is afraid she's "gone soft".

Alois: It was Captain Jeralt who first taught me how to fish. We had spare time between missions, and he said it was the perfect hobby. Gilbert: Is that so? Alois: He was always looking out on the water as though lost in thought. Perhaps he wasn't fishing to catch fish either. Perhaps he was facing something within himself. Silently struggling with his thoughts and hiding the struggle from me and everyone else.

Ideally, Leonie's arc is about realizing that she saw Jeralt through the rose-colored glasses of a child. He was not someone to idolize, and it is better for her not to follow in his footsteps. Jeralt was a broken man who only knew how to make a living with the sword. The only way for him to cope was by drinking.

Jeralt: When I was first getting to know her, I never saw her laugh or cry. Just like someone else I could mention. Byleth: You know, you never used to talk about her, but you've been doing it a lot lately. Why is that? Jeralt: Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm feeling a little regret for dragging you into the mercenary life. You've never had a place to call home, and you don't have any friends your age. And it's been one bloody battle after another since this war broke out.

Jeralt loved Byleth, but he really didn't have the means to offer them the best life. Leonie was jealous of Byleth's upbringing, but she really shouldn't have been. The Crest Stone played its role in making Byleth so unemotional, but so did the wandering mercenary life. That's why Byleth was only able to smile after living at the monastery.

Leonie & Ignatz Leonie, who once inherited the mercenary group led by Jeralt, became renowned as a top-notch mercenary. On the other hand, Ignatz, persuading his father and brother, embarked on a journey of artistic training to establish himself as a painter. Continuously depicting beautiful landscapes and the lives of people in various places, he had a fateful reunion with Leonie during his travels. Leonie, feeling the peace settling in and the decrease in work, recalled their past promise to travel together and decided to disband the mercenary group, opting to journey with Ignatz. Eventually, the two set out to explore the yet unseen world beyond Fódlan, but their subsequent whereabouts remain unknown.

In this ending, Leonie has a chance meeting with Ignatz around the time the post-war chaos is subsiding. So, by fulfilling his own dream, Ignatz saved her from living her whole life as a broke alcoholic. Leonie was from a small village, which was why she looked up to mercenaries so much in the first place. She was interested in expanding her worldview. Traveling the world and searching for beautiful sights with Ignatz is a much better road to happiness than killing people for a living.

[aprillikesthings]

moar rewatch

s1! ep2 and 3!

Bow's voice actor's work here is so good lolol

Nice work establishing that only Adora can do the transformation thing with the magic sword

Man someone on youtube has to have done one of those therapist deep-dives on their relationship. So much of their interactions are just painfully accurate for the way a kid reacts to an abusive parent--that combination of fear and resentment and still wishing you could make them happy, just once.

My family didn't have a golden child vs. scapegoat thing going on, though. I wonder if this is based on the writers' own experiences or if one of them read about that dynamic or had a therapist consulted or what

oof too real 😬

anyway Free Palestine

even cartoons know that murdering civilians and/or destroying their homes makes you the bad guy

There's some parallels here with kids who grew up in conservative/evangelical families realizing their family's politics and faith weren't based around Jesus at all but were based around bigotry and small-minded cruelty and knowing they have to leave, and knowing ND Stevenson's background I assume it's intentional

"You've known these people for, what, a couple of hours? and you're going to throw everything away for them?"

:( and to Catra, this just feels like a betrayal. There's a meta post somewhere way back in my tags that was like, from Catra's POV, Adora knew how shitty Shadow Weaver treated Catra and that wasn't enough to rebel and leave, but knowing Glimmer and Bow for a handful of hours was, and how much that had to hurt like hell, considering Catra put up with Shadow Weaver's abuse for so long in part to protect Adora and in part because it meant her and Adora were still together

Ugh this is why I love this show, Catra's actions are sometimes just awful but they make sense given what we know about her life, and right now she's just panicking and trying to hide it

And meanwhile Bow and Glimmer are like "actually we've decided we trust you :) can you be fancy sword lady again thanks!"

Like of course Adora is going to pick Bow and Glimmer and not Catra in that moment!!

"Is that....Adora?" "It's She-ra!"

Yeah that's not gonna be the source of weird "who the fuck even AM I" feelings later ha ha ha amiright

Also along with all the other weirdness of suddenly being bigger/different outfit etc, like, She-Ra is not only WAY stronger, but also knows how to fight in that body and with that sword. Like having muscle memory you didn't know you had. That's gotta be WEIRD. (I mean, there's also memories that clearly aren't hers, too)

Poor bb is scared, mad, and kinda turned on (shhhh I can headcanon whatever I want)

I called Yellow Diamond a clod, right to her face!!

("You made that joke the first time you saw this ep April" It's just a good joke okay!!)

OKAY EPISODE OVER

EP 3

Glimmer: everyone hates Horde soldiers but I think people will love you as She-Ra YOU JUST HAVE TO BE SHE-RA HA HA IT'LL BE FINE

Adora, internally: I'm only valuable/acceptable/lovable as long as I can be She-Ra, a person who isn't entirely me and that I don't know how to control and feel extremely weird about, got it

LOL I FORGOT HOW THEY GOT SWIFT WIND

whether the sword's edges are sharp or not is entirely dependent on whether someone needs it to be or not pffft

ouch

lol this would be such a wild cosplay to do

(a quick image google says the original is far more popular for cosplay; only a couple of people have done this version)

"Adora's gone, she's defected. And I'm starting to think she had the right idea!"

...okay how tempted do we think Catra actually was to just fucking leave.

Once again: intentional parallels to high-control religious groups

But the reference to Lord Hordak specifically also has shades of "Just wait until your father finds out what you did!" which is, uh, a little uncomfortably close to home ngl

DEEP SIGH

boy do I hate how familiar this is

I used to get so scared it would make my stomach hurt, and I'd shake the same way Catra does here, which sometimes made him angrier

jesus christ

okay how much of my love of Catra as a character is bc I can empathize with her in moments like this one (I was never as openly rebellious or back-talking as she is though; any disagreement got me screamed at)

I mean on the other hand Hordak is like "bitch, I know you've been doing this whole Golden Child/Scapegoat bullshit, so if your Golden Child fucked off and the Scapegoat is all you've got left then congrats that's on you, dumbass."

Catra thought she was gonna be murdered and instead she got a promotion

OKAY BUT ahahah oh god

IF Hordak had actually punished Catra or even threatened her in any way, I feel like Catra would, in fact, have left. There would be nothing left for her in the Horde, right? So why not leave?

But Hordak didn't promote Catra because he personally believes in her abilities, he did it to piss off Shadow Weaver. Then again maybe he knows that promoting Catra means she'll stay loyal.

Because it works, doesn't it. Oof. Catra wants to prove herself, dammit; and she's been given a shot at doing it, so she's staying.

Aaaugh.

OKAY that's 3 episodes out of 52. I think I'm done for today. No guarantees, though. Also there's no way I can do this for every single episode. >_<

[gayestgayao3]

Hey my nonexistent tumblr veiwers! Heres chapter 2 of my fanfic! Also posted on Ao3

Little Xiuying in Caiyi Town

Summary:

One day after he'd finished his month-long punishment in the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian finds himself looking for something interesting in Caiyi Town to rid himself of his boredom. He stumbles across an odd sight. A little girl hidden in the bushes of some obscure path in the woods fiddling with a defective spiritual device.

Or in which Wei Wuxian finds the meimei he'd never known he'd always wished for in Gusu Lan.

Chapter 2

Cai Xiuying wasn't like other girls -or even like other children- in the sense that she had been reincarnated. Her older sister -Cai Daiyu- told her she was her sibling in her past life too. She doesn't remember much from that time. At most she remembers stuff from when she was four to ten. Going to school mostly and the blurry faces of the surrounding children. She's eleven now and recalls all of her new life starting from when she was a one year old baby. So for all intents and purposes she was effectively eleven years old. 

Her a-niang - Cai Bo-furen - said that when she was little she suffered from an attack of some sort. She said a monster ate a piece of her and that piece contained a large chunk of her spiritual cognition. Luckily, due to the memories of her past life she wasn't left as an empty meat shell. That last bit was more implied than anything. Her niang was too elegant to ever say anything so crass as that, especially to her children. Perhaps if she asked again she would get a more detailed response, instead of the child appropriate explanation she had gotten.

That was a thought for another day. Two days later when they had heard of her run in with Wei-gongzi they were fondly exasperated at first. It was just like her to immediately trust a boy she'd just met on the side of the road, they had said. When she'd told them of the fact that she had loaned away Baba's spiritual device to said boy they had been more chastising.

"Why? What will you do if he runs off with it?" Her sister had asked, befuddled by her choice.

"Now, now, A-Yu I'm sure your sister has her reasons. Let's not jump to judgment straight away." A-niang had gently scolded her older sister. "But, yes, I am also going to need you to clarify why you would do such a thing? I know that you know we are quite wealthy but even money has its limitations when it comes to normal folks getting cultivation devices and your father worked very hard to get that thing with what little money he had before he married your mother and I." 

Her a-niang was not actually her birth mother. Her birth mother was baba's er-furen and her a-niang's lover. Her a-niang and mother were in love and though they were from rich families they had no power to marry two women together. Her mothers' made a plan to pick a man with ambition and smarts to marry so they could be together. In exchange they would give him money, an heir and the power to accomplish his goals. That was her baba.

"I'm sure he'll come back. He looked like a good boy."

"A-Ying, you can't just rely on your intuition forever. One day you'll overestimate yourself or underestimate someone else." Her sister bluntly stated her worries.

"Who says I was relying just on my intuition? I know exactly who he is, Wei Wuxian and he's a cultivator who's studying in the Cloud Recesses. I'm gonna send him an invitation to tea just so he can't just run away with my stuff."

"You could've just said that in the first place. Now you've embarrassed me in front of a-niang." She blushed, a half joking mou on her lips.

"Ah, girls you both know there's nothing you can't say or do in front of me. I changed your diapers, you know!" She crowed with a grin.

"Ugh, a-niang!" They echoed.

"Though, that name does sound familiar…" Daiyu made a face of concentration, the pout falling from her face as she tried to remember.

"He's the fourth young master on the list of eligibility." A-niang mentioned Idly, sipping a bit of her tea.

"What?! Yunmeng Jiang's head disciple! Wei Ying, that one?!"

"Daiyu, you're being weird… I know you haven't been able to go out in some time but I'm pretty sure you know it's rude to call someone by their birth name without permission." Daiyu had been sickly since birth and in recent years she'd been devoting herself to some light cultivation training in order to combat it. Perhaps she'd been pushing herself a bit too much.

"No! I mean yes but not that! I remember him! From… from…oh my-" She cut herself off, groaning into her hands, her face beet red from the roots of her hair to where her robes exposed her neck. Suddenly, she lifted her red face from her hands and declared, "Niang, I have a serious request. Please, please know that although I was a bit of a degenerate in my past life, I have retired from that… so you can't punish me for it now."

With that her sister explained that in her past life she had consumed various forms of media surrounding a main character, murder, mysteries, and a cutsleeve romance! With a hefty serving of longing and the angst of a lost lover. Xiuying being only eleven of course got the heavily censored version of that tale through her a-niangs mouth after Daiyu had whispered the entire thing to her. She assumed it was quite romantic as her a-niang's face had gone quite red. She supposed Daiyu got to know the uncensored version before she'd died at eighteen in her past life. Xiuying thought it was a lovely tale even if she had no clue as to what it had to do with Wuxian-ge.

"At times I envy you girls, those stories in your past lives are so… as you say 'cool'." She sighed with longing. "These days only the cultivation sects have the good cutsleeve romance stories. Other than that it's all spring books."

"That's nice, but what does this have to do with Wei-gongzi?"

"Oh, yes I almost forgot. The main character of those stories is Wei Wuxian." Her older sister added as an afterthought.

"Oh, that's… so sad!" She almost wanted to cry. How could that nice boy already have suffered so much!? Not to mention what he will go through in the future! She had a feeling he was a good boy when she had met him so she felt no unease in handing over baba's spiritual device but this was too much! If there were such a thing as being too good Wuxian-ge would be the epitome. "Do you think we should try to change his fate?" She asked, uncertain. She knew what it was like to die and wake in an entirely different world. She could only imagine what it would be like to die so horrifically and then be resurrected against one's wishes only to suffer emotionally to what amounts to the whole time until the resolution.

"If you'd like to try I'd support you." Her sister said.

"Don't forget about me. I will always support my girls in whatever endeavors you choose to pursue."

With that all three of them began to scheme. Obviously Xiuying would use the gathering of evidence for the breaking of her betrothal to grow closer with Wuxian-ge that in and of itself would hopefully change something. Her sister and a-niang were meticulously noting all details that could be reasonably compiled from memory and would later give her an edited version. One that would be age appropriate while still giving important details.

The hours they had set aside for spending their time together had flown by and soon their didi -a-niang's biological son- interrupted for his time with her. Cai Chyou inclined his head in greeting to both Xiuying and Daiyu. They greeted their didi back just as informally with a wave and off a-niang went.

After her mothers' marriage to her baba as promised they attempted to give him an heir. As her mother was more comfortable with men in general she decided it was her turn first despite being er-furen. After her sister was born her mother fell ill for months but recovered slowly. Since her older sister was also sickly and a girl she was quickly cast aside as the heir. A-niang was reluctant to have baba but as she felt it was her duty she would have persisted if not for the fact that mother was pregnant again just a short year after giving birth. Angry that her lover had gone behind her back in what she thought was an effort to destabilize her position, -despite already having agreed to share power equally no matter what- she got pregnant eight months into her own mother's pregnancy.

Of course what she didn't know was that her lover was simply attempting to save her from the terrible labor that was childbirth. By the time it was mother's time to give birth it was all for naught. She endured an extremely difficult labor and was deathly ill; she only lived long enough to ask a-niang for her forgiveness for the misunderstandings and heart ache she had caused. She was especially saddened by leaving her lover early, when they had promised to live a long prosperous life together.

That was what she had gleaned from mothers journal. 

Then A-niang had their long awaited heir.

That was also why the title of baba was simply an artifice on her behalf to keep his favor in place of her sister and a-niang, as their resentment of him kept them cordial at best. Without him as the key player in perpetuating the political strife between lovers, her mother never would have died. 

With her spirit cognition eaten and most of her memories of her mother gone with it, doing this wasn't exactly difficult. Though there were times when her distaste nearly won out, she didn't much mind it. With his affection thoroughly wound on her little finger she could ask him for almost anything and he would try a reasonable amount to do it. With this matter of her betrothal it was less of a lack of wanting to break it but more of a wariness of losing face. 

It was like this, he was the first generation of his company though he was well liked and known to be trustworthy but that could change at any moment. The word of a much older family name would certainly be enough to ruin him regardless of any evidence to the contrary. If word got around that he was essentially spoiling his daughter and canceled an engagement on no grounds other than her dislike of the suitor, he would be mocked. If he were a man that actually loved his daughter to such a degree he surely wouldn't have minded. Alas, the male ego was a fragile one. Also there was the issue of her reputation as well, if his business partner got it in his head to slander her as a persnickety and fickle little girl there would be nothing to stop others from believing it. Then she'd be left without a marriage prospect in sight, save for the very desperate. She truly didn't mind if she ever gained a reputation for being a difficult betrothed, she would simply spend more time with her family. Her baba cared though.

And so she was stuck trying to collect irrefutable evidence. Just the insults Bai Bingwen throws around should be enough but she would try and get evidence of him hanging around with his girl friends. That was the only thing about him she didn't find annoying. She didn't understand why having friends of the opposite gender was such a big deal but if it helped her who was she to question it? Usually a-niang didn't care who she was friends with but then again maybe it was a weird double standard?

At least Wuxian-ge was willing to help her out.

Maybe she'd also be able to help him in exchange.

-

Lan Wangji was not unreasonable.

It was Wei Ying that was as such. 

Wei Ying's grace was unreasonable. Swallowing down liquor in a manner so undignified that the majority of it was wasted was not supposed to be graceful. And yet Wei Ying made it so. From the angle of his tipped head to the way the liquid gleamed in moonlight as it traveled down the line of his throat. How he was reminiscent of a flower petal dancing in the wind while jumping and leaping from roof to roof. 

He was unreasonable in his beauty with eyes as luminous as the silver moon, framed by lashes that were far too long, his full lips and teasing smile with his adorable bunny teeth. The beauty mark just beneath his lip was just as teasing. 

His way of being was most unreasonable of all. He was charming, mischievous, free spirited, and shameless and… and somehow he could not hate him.

He was unreasonable, not Lan Wangji.

Wangji was short with him, berated him and disciplined him. So why was it that after a month of punishment -teasing and pestering Lan Wangji everyday- he would not behave? Every other guest disciple was terrified of him but not him? Why?

Wei Ying said he was boring and yet did not leave him alone.

What had changed?

What had happened so that Wei Ying no longer pestered him? Why had he stopped being so mischievous? 

He should be glad. Glad that he was now left alone as he had always preferred, glad that he was now behaving as he should have from the beginning, glad that Wei Ying had ceased being unreasonable. 

But it seemed like his sudden good behavior caused more distraction than his previous. Especially to Lan Wangji.

He couldn't understand why it felt like Lan Wangji was now the unreasonable one. It felt like he wanted Wei Ying to misbehave, break the rules and to continue to tease and pester. He was certain that it could not be that he missed him as xiongzhang had suggested when he had seen him observing this new phenomenon.

He had attempted to ask Jiang Wanyin if Wei Ying was well but he had assumed Lan Wangji was there to assign punishment where none was due. 

His words were, "Look, Lan er-gongzi i know Wei Wuxian has not been particularly well behaved in his time here but he has actually been behaving himself for the past few days. So any mischief that has occurred has nothing to do with him as of now. I would thank you to keep your distance from him as he has done nothing wrong at this time. Thank you." Then as he was walking away he muttered. "Your presence might set him off again. I don't know what it is about you but it makes him twice as annoying. " 

He was stunned momentarily at the words. If not for that he may have assigned some sort of punishment for being unkind and speaking behind his shixiong's back.

Then he thought, what if he was the unreasonable one? Jiang Wanyin had said Wei Ying was twice as annoying when around Lan Wangji, was that because Wei Ying was restless in his home or was that because of Wangji? If he had let him go that first night would he have not felt compelled to create mischief wherever he went? 

He assumed he was just as wild in Lotus Pier as he was in Cloud Recesses but that couldn't be right. He had heard Yu-furen was a very strict teacher and while Jiang-zhongzu was known to be soft he was also known to be just, so if Wei Ying were just as misbehaved at home he definitely would have heard of it. And while most rumors about him did mention that he was rather spirited, most were about his competence or friendliness, at least the rumors he had heard on by chance were.

As he was doing his first round of patrol, half an hour before curfew, he had the sensation of eyes on him. He turned sharply and then had the unpleasant experience of Nie Huaisang shrieking in his face.

"Aah, Lan er-gongzi." He sighed in relief, as if he had not known it was Lan Wangji when he'd been staring at him just moments before. 

He stared back at him skeptically.

"Ahem, uh. I couldn't help but notice that you're concerned about Wei-xiong!"

He blinked at him and confirmed, "Mn."

He only did as such because Nie Huaisang was Wei Ying's friend. Had anyone else said something like that -preceded by suspicious behavior- he would have suspected malicious intent. However, Wei Ying knew people better than Lan Wangji and if he chose Huaisang as his friend then he would trust his judgment in character.

"Good! I mean it's not good that you're worried but… I mean-I'll just tell you what's going on." His shoulders slumped in disappointment and he began again. "On our last day off Wei-xiong went to Caiyi Town and was approached by an unfortunate meimei! She was looking for evidence to break her engagement and Wei-xiong had come across her. He was concerned and stopped and was given a device to fix to help her. He's probably behaving himself these days so that he doesn't disappoint her! So don't be con-" he cut himself off, wide eyed and pale. "A-anyway that's… that's it! So I'm just… I'll just go now! Ahaha, I wouldn't want to be out after curfew!" He backed away and then walked very quickly out of his sight.

His face must have been as thunderous as he felt. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to care. 

Wei Ying was behaving because of a girl. 

He was helping her break her engagement.

[runaeveena]

Your dashboard if you were in a d&d fantasy world still involved in fictional erotica discourse

🦄feywildwildwild Follow

is anyone else tired of humans being the default race to pair up with monstrous races in smut? like no wonder Tinker & Claw didn't get any traction outside of TomePlane

🪶 eagledust4ever Follow

tinker and claw was mid and written by a gnome sexologist and are we still calling non humanoids "monstrous"? in 186PD no less?

🕰️ gnomepologist

so now the eagledust shipper (and fake auran language scholar) is going to preach to us 🙄 some of us dont want to read about humans laying eggs every third month

🪶 eagledust4ever Follow

way to avoid the issue and maintain your humanoidcentric elitism but sure lets argue about kinks on tomeblr

🍆 troll-schlong

all of you shut up humans are sluts and im a motherfucking m-m-m-monster

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🌧️ hau-iratxoa-besterik-ez-da-euskaraz Follow

just saw someone on TomePlane argue that a dragonborn and a dragon having sex would be considered incest AND beastiality

🗝️ crypt-princess Follow

💀💀💀 not every dragon was part of the Great Hatching and most dragonborn know who our lineage derives from

and since when are dragons BEASTS!?

☘️ celest-ial Follow

you should see what else people on TomePlane call beastiality

🦨 ancientskeleton

we are not bringing back the druid debate sylvanus help me

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🩵 faerieee-imagines2 Follow

imagine you've been capture by an evil sorcerer and he puts you in a glass jar that's filled with firemoss which is so comfy but its making you so warm so you have to undress and as you remove each item you realize the sorcerer has been watching you and now you're blushing and its maki g you even warmer and soon youll be completely naked and vulnerable to whatever the sorcerer wants you for

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🌠 crownofstars

cant believe i got called a freak for hooking up with a Slaad at the Unicorn's Underhorn

🕯️andersfirelight Follow

they're literally abominations??

🌠 crownofstars

and? ribbit ribbit bitch 🐸 you write Age of Light rpf

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🦹mage-ocracy Follow

wow this farmer nobody has become such a handsome paladin with a chiseled chest after i threw his family into a lava pit years ago

🦹mage-ocracy Follow

waaahahaha you have fallen for my trap *casts spell of get horny* *spell hits the mirror which reflects back onto me* *my throbbing boner slices through the ropes holding the paladin* waaaahaa

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🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

honestly im glad humans are the main target for erotica because elves have been sexualized for far too long

🍯treebarkhookhandwagondoor

part of the halfling sexual liberation movement was to embrace sexualizsation because we were treated as undesirables under the Valief'taur Period that now its weird to see elves suddenly turn face and claim that sexualizing anyone is bad

🪡 scç-writer

ugh honestly and especially now that elves are using Glindeloomstalk's talking points as if theyre here to "uplift" us from eroticism when halflings have known for years how he was a purity kinkster

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🌠 crownofstars

this is now a slaad fucker blog

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⚔️ rangerdick

oooo "humans are too sexualized" ooo "elf pussy is boring now" once again everyone forgets about orcs being treated like the walking cock with hands in books and irl

⚓riilée Follow

isnt orcish religion about fucking and sucking to take over the world

⚔️ rangerdick

you wish you could suck me off

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ranger dick don't you post daily dick pics

⚔️ rangerdick

i also post hole but no one seems to notice those wonder why that is

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i noticed

⚔️ rangerdick

hold me and fuck me would you

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🦁king-killa Follow

Everyone you have to read this new book! It's total trope subversion where the dwarf is pansexual and the orc is asexual!

🍺 i-fuck-hags

wow someone should write a play about this

[fragileizy]

mister bug gets caught looking at her and immediately ducks his head right back down into his compact, looking like he’s doing something. anything. clicking random apps, checking out the settings on his magical device, doing anything and everything possible to just... not... look...

lady noire has fangs, and he knows she does... but it's a lot more on his mind than it should have any right being.

“uhm, buggaboy? how long are you going to scroll through your notes app?” she asks him, smug and laughing. teeth, teeth, teeth.

gah…

she knows...

there really isn’t much to look at in the notes section. though mister bug has tactile feel on his gloves— something his superhero partner to the right of him sorely lacks— he just never has time to write anything. obscure, half written ideas on individual notes take up the majority of storage.

shoela ce.

noire afraid of goose

sandman hat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9:00 -> CLEAN IT

and more. nonsensical, absolute garbage. he really should clean this out.

his face turns as red as his suit as he snaps his yo-yo shut, wrapping it right back up around his wrist. with a sigh, he sits back and tries to entertain himself with cloud gazing, refusing to meet her grin. “sorry,” he struggles out. “i— ugh.”

“what's going on? you're never this airheaded.”

“are your fangs real?” he blurts out. then, realizing what he's said, he blurts out again: “that was stupid. sorry.”

“they're real, alright,” she teases. “and they hurt real bad, too.”

he knows. he's seen her tear into a sentimonster's belly and come out of it looking like she's mauled into an actual animal. flashing, pretty fangs. so sharp and so eager. so dangerous. would he bleed if they... kissed...?

he should've known better than to think noire would let him not answer. arms folded under her chest, she gives him a piercing glare. “you've been thinking a lot of about my teeth recently.”

she's practically purring.

“just wondering if you've got those fangs in your civilian form, too.”

that gets her.

“i wish!” she moans. “wouldn't it be cool if i could have these all the time? i'd bite all of my problems! who needs customer service when i could just nip someone's fingers!”

the sky looks very, very interesting. so much more interesting than her. so much more interesting than lady noire's dazzling smile and glowing, knowing eyes. maybe if he doesn't move, she won't see him. maybe if he lets the conversation die down, the blush on his face will wipe off. maybe the two of them can just let the fact that he's interested in her teeth just disappear.

might explode into a thousand little itty bitty pieces if i think about lady noire too hard

[solarsavoy]

Fandom Saturday, Madoka Magica!

I did it. I finally watched it. And it was awesome.

I like it so much, I binged it again with Deo the next day. XD

One of the things I like most about it is that while the concept of where it's going at the end isn't new, how they go about it and what happens from it is something I've never seen before. The second reason I like it, but also hate it, is now I feel like Krystar is a little less original. Let it be known that my book existed before I watched Madoka Magica. And that's not actually a spoiler for Krystar, fyi. I felt the same way when I met Karma in Assassination Classroom because in many ways, he reminds me of Stag. Homura is basically Deshi, Madoka is the princess, and Kyoko is Stag in this situation.

Anyway, off topic.

The W/W ships are so strong in this anime. I kind of like Sayaka and Kyoko the most in this one. (And the names when considering Danganronpa characters instead is just funny as hell. 😆) Deo's favorite ship is Sayaka and Madoka actually, which I'm kind of surprised he had a ship, but he really liked the anime too and that's impressive.

In case anyone's interested, yes I'm going back to Krystar, I've mentioned to a few that the Fourth Fragment is the darkest. Well, Homura's backstory is basically a one to one equivalent as to why, with one tweak, which I won't spoil.

Needless to say, I really enjoyed it. I wish I had more to say, but I feel like nearly everything is a spoiler if you haven't seen it. I love how the closing changes after the first major… thing happens in episode three. And how until you've seen the whole thing, you don't realize how apt the ending is. It's so apt!

And tbh, I was wondering why no one ever really draws fanart of Kyubei. Now I know why. Huh.

As for my favorite character, I think I like Sayaka. Her character arc is so… dark, and I think that's why I like it. And, you know, if you've been keeping up with my other daily deliveries, I'm sure you already know I'm a big fan of tragedy and unrequited love, so is it really surprising? Deo absolutely hates Kyosuke and thinks she deserves someone so much better. 😆 I didn't hate him, but she does deserve better. Ugh, poor Sayaka. She's Deo's favorite too.

Anyway, if you haven't seen it, it's only 12 episodes long and available on Crunchyroll, which I think is only in the US which sucks, but whatever. 🙄 Highly recommend. I will work through the other movies and spin-offs of it later, but it was definitely worth the time to watch. Thanks for joining me on Fandom Saturday!