#um so more detailed explanation kinda

[jjcocker]

thank you rhythm tengoku

[steddieas-shegoes]

i'm stayin'

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'who did this to you?' wc: 869 rated: m cw: off-screen violence, mentioned childhood abuse (not in detail) tags: steve harrington has bad parents, established relationship, secret relationship, pre-season 4, hurt/comfort, asthmatic steve because i've made him go through everything else why not this too

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Steve's vision was blurry, his hands shaking as he tried to put his car in park in front of the trailer.

His backpack, no longer full of what he needed for school, sat in the passenger seat, half-zipped and telling the ugly truth of what he wasn't sure he could process right now: his parents had kicked him out with only the possessions he could shove into his bag.

Steve winced as he reached for his inhaler, a last second grab when his dad had decided he'd given him plenty of time to pack only three minutes into his rushed efforts.

He didn't need it at this moment, had managed to calm down on the drive to Eddie's, but knew it was only a matter of time before the anxiety would set in again. Hopefully, he'd have Eddie next to him when it did.

Wayne's truck wasn't in the yard, probably working another night shift. Eddie's new-to-him van was parked crooked by the front porch, like he'd been in a rush to get inside when he got home earlier.

Steve immediately stepped out of his car into mud.

Right. It rained earlier.

No lights were on in the trailer, but Wayne had given him a key only a few weeks before, saying something about how he should always have a place to go if he needed it.

Almost like he had a feeling about what was to come.

Steve opened the door, surprised to find Eddie passed out on the couch, blanket pulled up to his nose and the space heater turned off.

If his eye didn't hurt so bad, he'd roll them both. No matter how many times he told Eddie to just turn it on before he sat down so he would be warm, it didn't seem to sink in.

He turned it on, cursing quietly when it made a loud popping noise.

"Wayne?" Eddie asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up as he tried to wake up. "Work?"

"Not Wayne, Eds. Go back to sleep." The last thing Steve needed right now was Eddie freaking out about what he was sure was ugly proof of his father taking out his prejudices on him. "I'm gonna be in your room."

"Steve?" He sounded much more awake now, and Steve couldn't resist turning fully to look at him. "Holy shit. Who did this to you?"

Steve grimaced. He knew they couldn't ignore it, he was just hoping to patch himself up a bit before morning when Eddie would start asking questions.

"Um."

And then the damn tears started falling before Steve could give any explanation, and Eddie's arms wrapped around him carefully, like he was terrified to hurt him more. Eddie was always so careful with him, like he knew there were plenty of invisible bruises already.

He cried for so long, his entire body felt numb, and he could vaguely register that he was shivering. Eddie's hands were rubbing his back slowly, comforting him the best he could.

Eventually, Steve's tears stopped, his breathing slowed back to normal, and his chest didn't feel as heavy.

"Is that your inhaler or are you just happy to see me?" Eddie teased gently, leaving room for Steve to ignore him if he wasn't in the mood for jokes.

Steve snorted. "It's my inhaler. But I am happy to see you. Always."

Eddie's lips brushed the top of his head, so faint, Steve almost thought he imagined it.

"You wanna talk about it?" The caution in Eddie's voice was enough for Steve to pull his head away from his shoulder, flinching when he felt the pull of his split lip.

"Not now. Kinda tired." Understatement of the century. Steve felt like he could sleep for hours. "Can I sleep here?"

"Stevie, you can stay as long as you want, you know that."

Steve knew Eddie knew, and Eddie knew Steve wasn't gonna come outright and say it until he'd had time to come down from it all.

"Can we sleep in your bed?" Steve asked, resting his head back on Eddie's shoulder.

Eddie wordlessly led him down the short hallway to his bedroom, helped him get into comfier clothes, and used a washcloth to wipe any of the blood he'd missed at the gas station earlier.

They got in bed, Steve curling against Eddie's side like he'd done so many times before.

This felt different though. This felt like an end of something, a beginning of something else.

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When Wayne saw him the next morning, he gave him a sad smile, a hug, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"You stayin'?" he asked, like it was simple.

Like Steve could stay.

"I-"

"I have two rules. One, you go to school. Two, you tell me if you're gonna be out too late, especially on a school night. You follow those, you stay. Sound good?" Wayne raised a brow.

If Steve hadn't spent the last six months at the Munson's trailer more than his own home, maybe he'd be intimidated.

As it stood, all he could do was give a small smile and grab a frozen bag of mixed veggies from the freezer to put on his swollen eye.

"I'm stayin'."

[lady-ashfade]

Hi! I've taken a gander at your writing and I LOVE it! If possible, I'd like to make a request of some hcs (or a short drabble, either is fine) of Astarion x a gender neutral, autistic!Tav? Perhaps they've spent a long time masking and have been terrified of telling him about their neurodivergence, but eventually (very nervously) tell him after some time into their relationship? I'm curious to know how he might react. I've fallen head over heels for this man and it would mean a lot to me as someone who's still working to fully embrace their autism. Thank you for your time 💜 ♾🌈

Hidden Truth

This is very short so I apologize! It’s also kinda shitty because I’ve never done much about this before

Astarion x Autistic!Reader HC’s

I do not have autism, and don’t know much about it. But how ever I have seen a lot about it because I have a lot of symptoms so I looked it up to be more in depth with this. I’m so sorry if I get things wrong💓

Warnings: Poorly written autistic people, mention of people leaving for this, short explanation, over all kinds fluffy and a bit sad. Idk.

Astarion noticed that you weren’t like the others, there was just something about you. It wasn’t anything bad you just…Are very unique. And he loved it that.

The way you looked around each cave or place you visited and found something cool. Your little face lights up and starts to squeal and shake your hands around.

He loved how you got so excited over things.

Then when you looked around for a clue of what to say, you tensed up when people cried around you. Or, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time because you didn’t read the room. But, he loved to laugh about it.

Fighting was hard when there was loud sounds and he could see you flinch each time even though you had done this many times before.

At camp he noticed how you played with your hands or things in your hands. But he hated when he’d find you in a panic and never told him what was going on.

These are some of the things he noticed even if you tried so hard to hide it.

You had visited him outside of his tent with a plan to come clean, or to tell him. You loved him and wanted him to know about you, but it was so hard. You often dreamed about him calling you a “freak” and leaving you. It always made you sick to your stomach.

“Why the look? You’d think my presence would make you smile.” He’s tease and inch closer, swaying his body.

“I um- I have something I’d like to talk to you about.” The tone in your voice made him slightly worried but he didn’t show it. Only smirking and showing you to the log in front of the fire. “Anything you’d like, darling.”

You sat down next to him and began to pour your hear out to him. Explaining that you had autism and what the entailed, his confused face made it almost laughable. But he listened to your words like you have always done with him.

Each detail he could see exactly what you were taking about having witnessed you doing so.

“And, pray tell. Have you decided to tell me now?” He saw how you panicked and his eyes went slightly wide at the wrong tone he used. “I only mean..What took you so long?”

You looked away from him and avoided eye contact as it became hard. “I was afraid you’d hate me.” Hugging yourself at the memories of many doing so. “I didn’t want you to leave me.”

His heart broke and his chest felt heavy at the thought you- His darling. Were scared to tell him. So he laughed a bit.

“Oh, how cute. There isn’t much you could do for me to leave you and especially over something you can’t control.” His hand rested onto of your thigh and he scooted closer to you. “I find your traits endearing.”

His other hands reached to cup your cheek and turn your head, he was so soft. Softer then he’d ever been before. “I- I appreciate you telling me. You’d never have to worry about telling me anything,” he leaned forward and leaned his head on yours. “It’s clear to see that you have me wrapped around your finger, and my amazing self has you around mine.” His lips turned to kiss your cheek. 

Astarion doesn’t really care about it much. He learns how to make you feel better and help when you get overstimulated easy.

But he’s very protective when you get stares for a tic or anything. Pulls out his weapon and threats them, glares or just straight up yells at them.

He’s with you when you need him. Over all astarion is supportive over it.

But he was confused for a period of time and acts differently until you tell him not to. He just wants to make his baby feel safe and understood.

[arolegos]

@fiberturkey89 OK HI i love treating ninjago charactes like my oc so heres the umm explanation for my morro design!!! YAP SESSION under cut cause i dont wanna flood ppl with my yapping ...

ok so to me he was a member of the cloud kingdom!!! i know this is a somewhat popular headcanon although im not sure who first came up with it. i just wanted a reason to make him look cool at first

every different realm and region has a majority species . To me . i could go on and on about each one that i Made up but for now i will focus on the CK species (plus euphrasia for additional um. idk. context?)

idk what id call the species name. ill just call them Writers . for now. Ummm as u can see i believe that their species has a LOT of wings. like a whole bunch. each person can have up to like 3 colours for their wings, with white being the main one. the colours don't have meaning Yet but idk . they're mostly whatever colour i think fit best with their character .

they also got Eyes on their wings . this would be the tertiary colour (or the same colour as secondary) . they have a Lot of feathers on their body (neck-chest, arm-wrist, around knee-ankle). They also have . featheered tails . Ok that's about as much as ill detail for their species bc i do have madeup culture for them But i don't want this to turn into a 9 paragraph yap session . I will focus on morro now

MORRO FAKE LORE! WOOHOO!!

ok so in the world where hes my oc. he was a part of the writers of destiny (or rather one in training but he lived in the cloud kingdom nonetheless) . anyways . he didn't really like the life there bc he always wanted to be More than just a writer of destiny. he wanted to be there to experience the damn thing himself, but that obviously wasn't allowed in the cloud kingdom (bc . well. u can see that theyre kinda strict on their rules (one destiny one path sort of thing or whatever) . so he eventually gets kicked out after enough misdemeanours (so probably he misbehaved like One time) . anyways they bound him to a flightless life (bc . flying was . well. a pretty big thing in a community full of people who have wings all over their body) and exiled him to Ninjago .

he cant fly back home so he doesn't. not that he would anyway. this is why he keeps his wings folded/closed almost all the time. they do not serve any purpose. he would love to chop them off if he could

he makes a few friends on the streets but theyre hardly 'friends' in the natural sense of that word.

also. in a fucked up twist of the world, he ends up being the elemental master of wind.

(this ones connected to another thing i also made up but if the Ninjago writers get to forget things and make things up at random So Can I; anyways my point is that wojira was defeated by Nyad . who was one of the two elements that matched the um amulet thing. and since she transformed into the sea i cant imagine the first EM of wind was just like Oh well okay then i guess its all over. In my mind they became one with the wind too and was probably from an even higher plane than the cloud kingdom but their powers ended up there anyway . Taken by some. Freak.)

around this time is when he meets wu and stuff. u know everything that happens from here so i will not be retelling shit but i am sooo adamant on them Not being father and son sorry. or at the very least i think it was only one-sided . i think wu wanted company and morro reminded him of a younger version of his older brother . thought of him as a 'son' bc thats the only way he could really see him. whereas morro thought wu was some stinky old man who was nice. very nice and sweet to him. promised him a destiny bigger than himself. but not a father. what even is a father? he does not see that in wu sorry . tgey will never be father and son to me . that relationship dynamic is too simple for the complexity of their relationship

yeagh well wu 'lied' about his destiny (I mean . of cours i dont actually think that way. wu kind of Had no way to tell if he really was destined to be the green ninja although It is kinda Freaked up to suggest it to a like. 10 year old. i guess he did learn his lesson . ) and morro was like Fuck u i choose my own destiny . And left and died. ok yea this is all stuff u already knew

(also i imagine he went looking for FSM's tombstone (aka he was Really just looking for the realm crystal) so he could go back home . to rewrite his own destiny. to be like Yeah i actually AM the green ninja and you cant stop me.)

okkokokk this is a bit graphic cause. believe it or not. morro dies. so like. i will be describing that a little

annywaayyyysss morro goes to the cave of despair and. gets lost. falls a bunch. at some point he realises hes like completely lost as in like to the point of no return . and while hes panicking there are Fuckinf geysers gushing out and rumbling the damn ground. he falls but he doesn't die immediately. he breaks his wings first though. not that they would've helped him fly out. but im just explaining why his wings look so wilted and like theyre just 'hanging off' in his ghost design. its bc they r. those are broken wings that cannot move naturally . he cannot keep them folded bc they are broken

his cause of death was thirst . starvation was a factor too but like. thirst got his ass first (as it would anyone). he ripped his sleeves while venturing around the cave but he did use some to try and wrap around his wounds . didn't really Help tho cause he died anyway .

Extra fucked up fake lore ? Writers have feathered tails that fall off to impending doom. as a final play on a destined fate (Dying!!!! LOL!!!!). so like days before morro dies the feathers of his tail fall off one by one until there are None left . if it makes it any better it doesn't hurt like a broken bone . just imagine if one day you woke up to your.? idk? leg gone? like it didn't hurt its just gone and you can feel that its gone but not the pain of the loss. if u get what i mean. or maybe thats not the right comparison. idk. your hair i guess?

. in his last moments his thoughts are not of any happy memories Because he straight up has none sorry gang i dont want him happy. Ok kidding im sure he thought of wu. im sure part of him wished wu had come after him. im sure a part of him wished he hadn't stepped into the cave. but i also Believe he probably welcomed death pretty nicely. with a warm hug and all. he probably leapt into that mfs arms.

anywaygsss . he gets sent to the cursed realm (Whicg is crazy im not going to lie but apparently he did a bunch of crazy shit while looking for the FSM's tomb so. maybe deserved. i dont know.) and the preeminent is like Yooo what is this freak doing here . Do my taxes. and morro is like Ok but u have to curse some realms. And the preeminent is like Yeah i already planned on doing that

also its only BC he went to the cursed realm that his wings are black in his ghost form!!! it looks more decayed and Cursed that way

ok yeah thats all the stuff i made up i think . unless i missed something. i dont think i did

also Lloyd would not have had his wings while he was being possessed . he only had like traces of them (ghost feathers would fall off his back when he moved but they weren't /actually/ there . it confused the fuck out of the ninja the first time. they were like Woah your voice got deeper. Why are you shedding feathers.)

morro is my favourite fucked up evil OC im so thankful they didn't give him a redemption arc thank yiu so much i love it when villains refuse to be redeemed even when given the chance im cheering adn clapping. morro never get revived. thank you.

[mylifeisjustafeverdream]

A Retelling of My Mind Whilst Reading Shadow Kissed-

Omg it's the Sixth Sense up in this bitch

Bitch when are you ever "just tired" when weird shit starts happening to you, I swear to fuck.

Rose is so me because I too would rather die than spend an extended amount of time with my best friends boyfriend.

Eddie Castile the man that you are.

From the bottom of my heart I hope Jesse gets his shit rocked.

Omg Rose girl do something, ANYTHING. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US.

Least Favorite Trope: Entire plot would be resolved if this dumbass just like communicated the issues she is having OMFG.

If Rose Hathaway has no haters all her teachers must be dead because wtf is their issue???

Homegirl is unstable at best.

I feel like at this point she should probably go to where Mason the Friendly Ghost is pointing.

Girly-pop that's not a migraine....

I do not fucking trust that bitch Tatianna

*Viktor explains master plan* "Cool motive still murder"

*Law and Order sounds*

HE JUST SAID THAT SHIT IN OPEN COURT IT'S ON THE RECORD

How much of an asshole do you have to be that it's more believable that you're lying than a crime having actually happened lol

Lissa is so clueless it's kinda funny.

You know what I hope Rose fucks Adrienne and gets pregnant just to spite Tatianna.

She wants her nails done omg she's just a girl 🥺

*starts looking at my tarot book to see if this is accurate*

I love when Dimitri starts lore dropping to Rose

Well.... I think they know about the ghosts now.

That doctor is the only rational adult at the school cause literally why tf didn't she talk to a counselor.

Her therapist just clocked her so hard.

Well that's an unfortunate fact about Shadow Kissed Anna

Dimitri took part in that attack exercise specifically so she would hop on it lmao

Can't even celebrate for a moment before Lissa is off doing something dumb I swear to god

Lissa try not to get tortured challenge go

*New power unlocked*

YES ROSE BEAT HIS ASS GIRL......oh shit.....GIRL YOU GOT HIM IT'S GOOD.

She's like a feral cat.... Dimitri should use a spray bottle.

Oh my GOD IT'S HAPPENING EVERYONE REMAIN FUCKING CALM

Girl you gotta give me more details than that PLEASE

"My body ached" that'll happen when your first time is with a 6'7 Russian built like a tank

CAN WE NOT HAVE ONE GOD DAMN MOMENT OF PEACE

Girl I'm gonna throw up he's all alone out there.

CHRISTIAN OZERA THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

HE DIDN'T DIE THANK FUCK

Mason upstaging Dimitri even from the afterlife that's my man right there.

SECRET TUNNELS, SECRET TUNNELS THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS

The uncanny ability that 17 year old female herions have to radicalize societies is amazing

Do y'all think Dimitri came up with that life plan while he was fighting the strigoi?

"You're scared of my mother" um yea girl she's fs going to catch an attempted murder charge once she finds out.

*Clenched my jaw so tight during the cave fight it started to hurt*

Oh my God girl stop internal monologuing about how everything is going to work out THAT ALWAYS GOES POORLY

Oh God it's that blonde bitch from earlier this is going to be so much worse than him being dead.

Rose: *literally tries to throw herself back into a vicious attack just to save Dimitri's body*

Everyone Else: She just respected him as a teacher so much there's no other possible explanation.

Lissa clocking what was happening with Rose and Dimitri just now is like when someone steals the answer on Wheel of Fortune after the other contestant mispronounced the phrase

*Knows it's definitely going to happen* "Dimitri is a strigoi"*gasps*

I'm shocked they didn't grab like a single Guardian teacher to try and talk down Rose like why tf did they think Kirova would have any affect.

I know it's not malicious on Lissa's part but I'm glad Rose is finally speaking about how one sided this relationship is.

"Off to kill the man I love" oh this next book is going to fuck me up.

[hopefull-mindset]

How do you feel about the difference in Nagito's confession in Japanese and English?

In Japanese he kinda pauses saying something along the lines of 'in love with y...' before going on about hope inside.

But in English it's straight to loving the hope in Hajime.

I was hoping I’d be able to talk about this! If anyone needs a further explanation on the translation error, I recommend reading this first. It’s my favorite explanation because it deconstructs the Japanese to English process thoroughly, and the ambiguity of the whole thing really explains why Hajime was so confused. I’ve seen doubt as to fan translations being right at all, so I hope this helps out.

Now there isn’t many new things to say about a game this old with a large fanbase like this, but with new fans means more information to be spread (and misinformation respectively), so I’d be happy to speak!

UMMM I have no idea if anything I said down below is even what you were asking me, maybe you were just asking me about the decision of changing it, which um I don’t blame the official translators for going straight into it because it’s a fairly ambiguous line and most japanese fans go straight into it too when they qoute it, but official translators are not credible for their care of finer details that could be clearly translated into English, so it’s whatever I guess. Japanese fans also shouldn’t be our guide to consuming media of their language since they’re also just people, and I think it’s probably just easier to quote it like that without it sounding confusing the way it does in text.

This has been practically common knowledge by now to know that it was an aborted love confession, meaning there isn’t much to be said on its own. With all that’s been spread about this, a common misunderstanding is with the use of “Aishiteru” (愛してる) being “more romantic” than any other form of “I like/love you” (Suki/Daisuki), which is not true. It’s much more intense than the other two because of it directly using “Ai” (愛) and in turn used less compared to them because of its intensity. In same line of thinking, usually it’s reserved for serious occasions like marriage, a loved one on their death bed, a final goodbye for someone you care for deeply, etc. but none of it makes it anymore romantic because all three can be used platonically. It’s solely dependent on the context it’s used for.

It’s just like how we use “I love you” in English and how many things it could mean at once, albeit we don’t have three separate ways to express it. Well there’s actually more ways to express love, but you only really need to know these three. I know a lot of sources tend to say “Aishiteru” (愛してる) is romantic, but that’s most likely because you’re looking at sources that are talking about it in a romantic context. It’s not platonic in the sense that you’d go up to your friend and say it, that sends a lot of mixed messages and real odd to attempt, but platonic in that someone you truly have a deep connection with, family member or otherwise.

On the contrary, it’s much more common to use Suki/Daisuki (好き / 大好き) in a love confession and everyday life. Usually you wouldn’t even use “Aishiteru” (愛してる) in your entire life, that isn’t uncommon. So typically the most you’ll see or hear “Aishiteru” (愛してる) used is in fictional japanese media or songs. Using it in a confession like Komaeda almost did is like… imagine going up to someone and telling them that you want to spend your entire life together, meet their parents, fully commit to each other, raise children (if that’s what you want), and die together before you’re even in the relationship or even had your first kiss yet. Like obviously you’re not saying all of that, you might not even mean that, but it’s implied with the intensity of it. It’s that extreme and would definitely confuse someone if you tried. It’s not exactly for someone you just started dating either.

Why does “Ai” (愛) make it so intense though? Compared to other ways of saying love like “Koi” (恋) for example (not gonna explain that one), it’s the purest, most heightened form of expressing love verbally in japanese culture because of the giving and profound nature of it. It’s loving in a way that encases a warm feeling all around you, so painfully genuine yet committed. Its something that’s formed over time with much care, and doesn’t ask for anything back. It’s that big to use, but siamotainously it’s awkward and a little embarrassing to use because it’s practically unsaid irl. There is a lot to personal reservations and such, but as a culture, japan is more reserved with their verbal expressions. This doesn’t speak for the entire country, but just in general actions speak louder than something as literal like “Aishiteru” (愛してる).

I had to go over that before I talked about Komaeda because I don’t want there to be a misunderstanding with what I’m about to say. Sorry to break the news to anymore who was star-eyed after learning what “Ai” (愛) meant in context, but the reason I went over that first with extensive context is because Komaeda is not at all liberated when he uses it. Not only does he use it here in the infamous error of all errors in sdr2, he uses it when he talks about hope, talent, and Junko. Shocking I know, but that’s why I had to go over that “Ai” (愛) is not just romantic love so this will be less awkward for all of us.

Ignoring the oddness of it and how dramatic this usage is, it’s incredibly in-character for Komaeda to use it like that considering his sincere and devoted nature when it comes to hope and talent. He says himself that what he feels is selfless, so that’s going to reflect in his speech, but he uses it so casually that it feels like a joke. It’s a quite poetic expression of love, even with all the cultural context, so it’s fitting. He’s pretty no filter with how he talks about it, but with anything else with Komaeda—it’s more complex than that. While being 100% honest with everything he says, his deep connection with hope and talent is borderline obsessive and that brings into question his relationship with love.

I have many thoughts on how his hope/despair stuff works, but let’s stay on topic this one time because a lot is intertwined. With his usage of “Ai” (愛) with reference of Junko, we should all know he doesn’t love her. He doesn’t love the embodiment of despair and despises it in the same breath he even expressed love for it at all. What he feels for Junko is obsession through and through, but what he feels is still genuine connection, it’s just absurdly twisted. It’s why he still uses it, even though at most what he feels for her is contempt. He “loves” it because it’ll be destroyed for what will truly shine in the end. The connection is deep enough for him to take her hand and finally become one with it.

Junko didn’t twist his concept of love completely, it was already a little off, she exploited the potential of it. I’ve mentioned this point before in my twitter thread, but when faced with the motivations in trials 1, 2, and 3 he cannot see past their motivations other than their “hopes”, rather than their actual reasons: various forms of love. My immediate thought while writing was, “was it not really absolute hope that he needed or wanted, but instead the selfless love people like Naegi or Hajime could wield for others?” I can’t tell you how correct that is, but it holds close to when he said what he wanted was somebody’s love before he died.

To really talk about that with more depth, I’d have to do a separate post about his view of people in general. If you’d like to see that, just let me know. I really would like to stay on topic, and you weren’t exactly asking about that.

Now don’t be weird guys, it doesn’t make his confession any less genuine just because his concept of love is kinda fucked due to only being able to feel it through his obsession with hope since all genuine connection is very limited (non-existent) for him, it just puts into more context as to why Hajime was confused. He’s said something similar about his feelings of hope as early as chapter 1.

Does this mean he really did just meant the hope that sleeps inside Hajime? Well obviously not, otherwise I wouldn’t be talking about this. It also doesn’t mean that his love for Hajime is on the same obsessive level as Hope, talent, or freaking Junko for the matter. Junko was a whole other situation when his mental stability was at its worst. Here’s what actually happened: right when he admitted he wanted somebody’s love, he immediately backpedaled that claiming everything he said was just something he lied about because he started to see that Hajime might want to grow closer and forgive him, and then then started rambling about total bullshit about Hajime killing him and the potential hope in him, even though he just said that he didn’t get the same feeling from him as other ultimates.

Very funny Komaeda, though I don’t think he wasn’t being genuine there. Maybe he did think that regardless of the “both miserable bystanders” comment because he also thought he himself could be ultimate hope in chapter 5. I feel like we knew this part well enough, so I’ll talk about the confession finally. I don’t know what compelled him to try and confess like that, but maybe he was trying to be more honest after what he did to derail him and backtracked again? Who knows.

He was starting with an actual confession, but why did he backtrack the way he did? I have two potential answers. First answer was that he didn’t want to weigh Hajime down with the burden of his feelings, and made it sound like his typical Komaeda bullshit instead. Second answer is that Komaeda doesn’t know how to express his love for Hajime and derailed it to Hajime’s hope instead because that’s the only context he’s used “Ai” (愛) in and is used to that. Him using it here doesn’t make it less sincere in his almost-confession, it’s just… complex.

Maybe if this was his only hint of loving Hajime, his feelings for him would be more controversial as “canon”, thankfully it isn’t! Maybe both answers are right in their own right, it would definitely correlate with my own thoughts about his stupidly complicated justification’s for getting closer to Hajime and making excuses for him. If you haven’t read it, I said that while Komaeda was catching feelings for Hajime as an individual, he made excuses for himself that the reason he cared for him was because he was an ultimate (meaning someone who carried potential Hope), but the only reason he let himself be close to a “supposed ultimate” was because we felt that they were similar and that he had “an air unlike the others”. Which was probably why he was so confused as to why he still cared after finding out what he did in chapter 4 because his justification no longer worked.

Although we know that Komaeda absolutely does love Hajime, I am relieved that they used different expressions of love here (both Suki and Dasuki) to make sure we know he does love him. Can it be used platonically? Sure, but the context does not position it like that.

That’s my um opinion I guess?? Hope you got more than what you were expecting? I wonder why I keep making long posts when it’s not going to get that much attention…. I was originally going to say that what’s important about him using “Ai” (愛) is the genuine intent there and not the romantic implication of it since context matters more, and that hasn’t changed at all, but this turned into a completely different conversation. My bad.

[kurtmustdie]

caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

[toujokaname]

Card shuffle / Episode 8

Author: Akira

Characters: AkanP, HiMERU, Kohaku, Niki, Mayoi, Tatsumi, Aira, Rinne, Hiiro

"Um. Shiina-san. I know you're hungry, but please don't eat my haaair."

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Season: Winter

Location: MDM Stage

AkanP: Hmmm~...? Everyone, it looks like you don't understand this project as much as I thought you would? What should I do?

HiMERU: It's more accurate to say we "haven't been told" rather than implying we "don't understand." Please don't insinuate that the fault lies with us.

AkanP: Sure. But, um, since it's almost time for the show, you'll have to understand quickly, okay? I know you might not get the difficult stuff, but I'll explain it properly ♪

HiMERU: .........

Kohaku: I can practically hear HiMERU-han's stress gauge shootin' through the roof...

HiMERU: It's okay. Thanks to Shiina, HiMERU is used to his goodwill going to waste.

Niki: And so I'm the one who takes the brunt of it...!

HiMERU: If you can't do anything else, won't you at least be an outlet for stress relief?

Niki: Uwaaah! Mayo-chaaan, HiMERU-kun's bullying me~!

Mayoi: Hwehh?! Wh, wh-why are you coming to me for comfort? It's not like we're supposed to be particularly close or anything, right?!

Tatsumi: ...Actually, an explanation is in order. At the risk of repeating the same question over and over, how exactly will the Matrix matches function?

Our precious friends, including Mayoi-san, are also feeling anxious about it.

Mayoi: Ah, y-yes, unusually aggressive speech from Tatsumi-san... Even though he usually has the aura of a holy, loving figure, being neglected like this must be stressful.

Niki: *Munch munch munch ♪*

Mayoi: Um. Shiina-san. I know you're hungry, but please don't eat my haaair.

HiMERU: Apologies, our dog misbehaved.

Aira: I could run and grab something to munch on?

Rinne: Akan-san's gonna explain anyway, so just shut it and listen, okay?

AkanP: Right. It'll be quick, so bear with me a moment. Here, umm, Sheena-san[1]? Sheena-san, here's some candy for you ♪

HiMERU: You're in the middle of work, why do you carry such a thing with you?

AkanP: When you have little kids around, it's inevitable...

I basically only produce girls in ES, but surprisingly, sometimes blunders can be smoothed over with a sweet treat.

HiMERU: Female idols, you say. They don't get recognized at all in ES, which is why useless producers are pushed on to them.

AkanP: Please don't call me useless~... It hurts my feelings.

So, um, it's been a while since I've produced boys, so please forgive me if I make any mistakes.

HiMERU: (Been a while? Does that mean it's not the first time?)

(Well, despite seeming young, only an experienced producer could accumulate so many negative rumors...?)

AkanP: At any rate... I didn't have enough time to work out the details of Matrix, but as I was struggling with that, a very talented girl helped me out.

Her name's Anzu-chan, do you know her?

Hiiro: Of course. It'd be rarer to find someone in ES who doesn't know her.

Aira: ES takes pride in her being a super talented producer, after all!

AkanP: Right, it's amazing for such a young girl... Well, she said she'd help me, so I asked her to think about the details of the competition.

So, I think we're pretty much on track there, right?

HiMERU: Anzu-san must be very busy with her change in position starting in the new fiscal year, and yet she has been burdened with all this unnecessary work...

Niki: Change in position? Really? Where does HiMERU-kun always get that kinda information?

HiMERU: Primarily from the well-informed Deputy Director, but also from HiMERU's own personal research. He's rather adept at that sort of thing and enjoys it.

Rinne: Yup, the Great Detective Crazy:B's proud of ♪

AkanP: Hehe. So, um, what was I saying...? Right, this Matrix is set up as a fateful showdown between Crazy:B and ALKALOID

These two rookie units will compete to see which are the superior idols.

Tatsumi: Although there's nothing fateful about it. Well, I understand the point.

HiMERU: There is a lot of personal history involved, however.

AkanP: Yup. So, um, what did Anzu-chan say again...

Oh, right. Maybe the challenge in this Matrix contest should center on proving one's prowess as an idol.

By pitting idols against each other like this, we'll find out who truly excels at it, right? Um, do you understand what I'm saying?

Tatsumi: Prowess as an idol? Yet another vague statement...?

AkanP: To be specific, see, this time it's supposed to be ten matches. Well, I mean, I made the call on that.

So, in Matrix, I'd like to ask you to compete with the ten elements necessary to be an idol.

Aira: The ten elements necessary to be an idol?

AkanP: Yeah. Um, for example, in the first match, you'll compete in "singing ability." There's also, uh, what else, "acting ability" and "attractiveness"—

Basically, each match will test those ten crucial elements for idols.

After ten matches, the unit with the most wins will be considered the superior idols.

Aira: It's kinda rude to call it surprising, but it does sound surprisingly interesting. Feels like some sort of variety show.

AkanP: Right? Sounds fun, doesn't it? It's amazing, really, how the plan started getting interesting after Anzu-chan chimed in—

She's been a big help! I'll have to buy her dinner or something later.

HiMERU: At this stage, are you really making her help you free of charge...

AkanP: She's the type of girl to decline compensation... She's not assertive at all. Hehehe, she reminds me of my younger days.

HiMERU: Isn't it a rather disturbing future prospect for a talented producer to end up as a landmine producer...?

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AkanP says "Shiina" in hiragana instead of kanji, indicating some stiltedness in the way it's said.

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Ok, it is time I actually get to this, so uh um here's the first book review for "The Bunny Burrow Archives"!!!! Mlem mlem mlem mlem mlem.

I will warn it's been a bit since I've done a book review, so if you have any critiques like ever over how I do my book reviews, please do not hesitate. I can take criticism. Unless like said criticism is like "fuck you that made no sense and it's just bad"

Anyway, here is the cover of the book that I very much enjoyed!

Please note that I am going to be using the words science and medicine interchangeably because I am unsure which is the more appropriate term.

Personally, Dr. John S. Tregoning, in my opinion, has written one of the best books over medicine and pathogens I've ever read. Mostly because it is the first book I've ever read over those topics, unless you count science textbooks from like school, but meh. Honestly, the material taught in this book is worth so much more than my schooling ever gave me. Not only because Tregoning had incredibly crystal clear explanations for stuff I have next to no understanding for. But also how well it structured and laid out.

Before getting into the main topic of the book "Pathogens and How We Fight Them," Tregoning ensures the reader has enough of an understanding of the topics before getting into them. Thankfully, he has a sense of humor and doesn't write it out to sound like some boring math lesson or a book review >_< He goes over so much that I am surprised he is able to fit it all in 340 pages. Given how much information there was, I honestly should read it a second time to ensure I have a clear understanding of everything buuuut meh.

Infectious mentions all forms of pathogens, including viruses, bacteria, fungie, and parasites. Whilst giving the science lesson of a life (better than like crash course science on YouTube), he also gives a detailed history of how far medicine and science have come. Including mentioning the stupidity of some doctors from the dark ages. I feel it's kinda of a more well-known fun fact that doctors used to not wash their hands cause they couldn't explain why it helped, so they didn't bother with such a basic task. But did you know that apparently some doctors used to wear blood stains on their aprons kinda of like a show of pride, thinking that having a bunch of blood splashes on it meant you were a good doctor. Honestly, hearing that was like wtf how could they think something so barbaric, but then again, this was before many of the advancements in the field of medicine, and also in the dark ages of medicine.

I will say I do really like chapter 14 because it offers a doctors very detailed explanation as to why anti vaxxers exist. Like 20 pages worth of an explanation better than any 3 page article on some news or whatever site. And I especially appreciated the new insult for people who can't wear a mask properly <i>Maskentrottel</i> or, in other words, a mask idiot in German.

Since this book was being written during covid, it does mention it a fair bit. Along with an explanation to the question, "How did covid get a vaccine so fast when it took longer for every other vaccine in history?" (Imagine me saying this in a mimimimi voice). Other than the obvious of hello, the whole world was working on it in a collective effort, and the fact that science and medicine constantly get more advanced. It also mentions the breakthrough that lead to a vaccine.

I honestly don't know how to structure this review mainly because there is so much to talk about. Whether it be mentioning how poop influences our microbiomes at birth which goes to determine how our immune systems are formed all the way. Up to how to know whether or not a scientific study or science paper is trustworthy. There was so much.

I will say I kinda wished I would've seen a mention of the unreliability for the studies done during the AIDs scare/pandemic saying ONLY gay men get it. Mainly because straight people wouldn't bother with STD testing or anything of the sort at the time in fear of being called gay, and maybe also due to them having a less care about sexual health at the time. But then again, he did do an amazing job covering it, and that's kinda just me being picky about that. Please do not mistake me for being like mad or disappointed it wasn't mentioned I'm just using this as a way to say, "Did you know?"

The biggest critique I have is that with the amount of information within this book, I felt it to be a little cramped and sometimes hard to keep up with everything. Maybe it would've been best to have it like a two part book or just make it bigger, cause I like my books thick anyway. But regardless, I still very much enjoy this and highly recommend it because it's a great read.

[idabbleincrazy]

Some Clark pov:

He should be here soon. I hope. I hated leaving Lex this morning before the sun rose, but I knew dad would wake mom up if I wasn't already out in the field when he came out to start on the daily routine. That would lead to worry and a whole lot of questions I wasn't sure I was ready to answer yet. Lex isn't something I want to hide from them, but the announcement of the change in our relationship definitely needs to be thought out and carefully planned, not brought out into the open in a rush of explanations.

Okay, so I'm also worried about how dad'll take it. He's not a bigot, really. But, well, it's a small town, and there's probably less than a handful of the entire population of Smallville that aren't heterosexual. I know dad loves me, and that won't change, but I don't know how fast he'll adapt to the revelation, and with his heart condition, my coming out will have to be a well-timed thing. Actually, I'm not sure whether I'm more worried about his accepting my bisexuality or the fact that I'm in love with a Luthor; one that just so happens to know my secret. Dad has become more hospitable towards Lex, at least he is when me and Lex aren't on the outs with each other, but he's still not as warm towards him as I know Lex secretly wishes he would be. I haven't forgotten the look on Lex's face the day he gave us the deed to our farm back, when he asked my parents to consider him part of the family and my dad nodded in answer. It's one of my favorite looks of his.

But before we tackle the task of telling my parents about us, we have to figure out the whole us part. I know he said this wasn't a one-time thing, and used the word boyfriend a couple times already, but what we have is already beyond that, I think. And we need to work out exactly what that is, and he needs to know more about me, about the side of me I kept hidden from him. And, with graduation in a few weeks, there's plenty of other details to be worked out; will we both stay here in Smallville while I attend Central Kansas, will we be in a long distance relationship while I go down to UM, or will he take up his mantle back in Metropolis while I take classes at MetU?

And will he just get here already so I can see him, hold him, kiss him?? It's nearly ten thirty. I mean, I know I kinda wore him out last night, but I don't think he's ever slept past nine, even with a hangover.

@leatafandom

[mira--mira]

um, *pokes head in* to be completely honest I had completely dropped out of the Naruto fandom, but then I saw your post and like flashbacks.

Seriously tho, is it weird to say I love you for writing this fic, because I think I do, it's so fantastic and amazing and the fact that you didn't just drop it after so long is so sweet and impressive and I just honestly have no words.

Holy crap this fic is amazing!

Honestly in hindsight I kinda feel bad for dumping a mini essay on you for a prompt, but my goodness you did an absolutely phenomenal job with it, literally better than anything I could've dreamed of.

I love how much world building and so many details you managed to incorporate, from the actual explanations to subtle details like the way Hashirama speaks to Madara and the acknowledge it's just all so incredible!

Also love the way you incorporated the beginnings of their crush relationship with each other with the way Hashirama's POV describes Madara's appearance!

I just there's so many lil details that I just love and honestly could ramble on about forever, but I feel like that might make this too repetitive so imma leave a list of some of my fave things about this fic!

Hashirama's slow and reverent monologue about the elegance and power of fairies, only for Madara to punch a box.

The first time Hashirama saw Madara's face was a smile

The contract being a stone that you need to chisel (reminds me of the Uchiha stone tablet)

the non human-ness to fairies (god I love it when they're humanoid but not human, even when in human form, just the fact they're slightly off in a way that you can't quite pinpoint, gods I live for that)

The fact that's it's implied that they dragged Ashura to the fairy realm to kill him, that it took some kind of sacrifice on their end for either a fairy to take a human into the fey realm or to break the contract. Just the fact that its shrouded in mystery, despite having details on it.

why would Ashura destroy the info on fairies, even before his death, as if he knew something about fairies that he didn't want other's to know and deliberately sabotaged the chances for his descendants to contract with fairies.

The fairy world politics and how all fairies, not just Uchiha learned from this incident.

The way Madara's super cool fight scene ends with him yelling at a tree

4 wingsssssss

The lil magic effect descriptions

Just like Madara's whole vibe. He's just like this set of contradictions. Prideful yet honest, ruthless but sympathetic, inexperienced but powerful and like the subtle mystery of why he was held back by his family despite being so powerful.

and of course the star of the show Hashirama. I love the fact that you did an adult take on the character, since so many Hashimada have their first meeting as children. The fact that they're both adults with experience and burdens make their relationship so much more meaningful since it's less of children having fun, but rather adults knowing the risks of their relationships but doing it anyways. He's older and more jaded but still has hope for the world. Not in a blindly optimistic way, he'll do what it takes to achieve his goal, but he doesn't relish the bloodshed.

I mean I just happy wiggles, I just don't know what too say it's just so incredible and amazing and I love it so much!

Thank you so so very much! This absolutely made my day!

haha I'm so glad you like it anon! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to it, I'm incredibly happy to know it ended up being something you enjoyed 🥰🥰

It took me a long time to try and think of an opening and how to format the fic without it becoming a monster (too many fics of mine lately have gotten away from me 😅) but in the end I particularly enjoyed it myself, esp. Hashirama in the box haha.

Thank you for coming back after all this time to tell me your thoughts! I really appreciate it 💖

[blackmoonrose13]

Okay so I don't know if this is a legit question or not I am acting like it is.

It's more or less a boundaries respecting thing, um more detailed explanation under the cut

Reasons this is now a thing, it's mostly in discord. Because there has been this massive uptick in, Unsolicited Direct messages. I think that is the term I hope it is.

Aka rando messaging you with out even like having a back and forth in the said server you are in...I personally prefer a back and forth in the server before private messaging because I don't know call me old.

People randomly just info dumping on something they like or dramadumping to you thinking you care...not saying you don't but you know read the room.

If you happen to be a streamer (like me) or someone with a following and you run a server so people can easily get updates on projects, when you stream etc, you do get those fans who think because they are in that server that gives 100% okay to message the said creator. And it's a mix bag and also can be yikes.

This massive uptick in. "Hi I am a GFX artist I want you to commission me" Scams especially if you are in more gamer/streamer based discords, at least from my notice as a mod. Aka bots join the server and spam scams and shit.

If you are in servers that may have a NSFW section or are NSFW based...MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF CREEPS, if you happen to be female presenting in one of those servers, those unhinged horny folks will just barge into your space like a drunk scevy guy at the club trying to solicit you or show you their junk, or try to get pics of your junk. Oh the number of creeps you can get in discords some times, heck even if you aren't active and give off the female presenting vibe it happens. Some servers like this do have roles that are like dms open, ask to dm, do not dm, You know showing the consent of it all. Yea the creeps don't care and just wanna be creeps and gross, and don't know how to socialize I guess...a lot of those servers actually take those things seriously because nothing is sexier than consent. And if they are breaking that boom out. Those are good servers.

And due to all the things happening above, when you get a random dm from a random person and you never interacted with that person in the server you both share, you automatically get defensive. You feel like uh you know that one worker who doesn't get the hint to leave your space you are trying to work and insists on staying so they can gossip or talk about their family drama? Yea it is kinda like that.

Now Yes I am an artist who has commissions open and I advertise it in many a server, but 9/10 times if a person dms me about a commission they usually state that in their first line. And I am not as prickly and I go through the process and hope the person in question isn't trying to just get free art out of me or something.

To be honest, I do like the ask if its cool to dm first, But that is just my brain. I think of it less of a "What is with these kids?" Thing and more of a "Yea people are respecting boundaries can we please keep that up?"

What horrifying new social rules are the kids inventing now

[bananami]

SO DAMN CUTE

character/s: jean kirstein x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: jean shows you just how cute he thinks you are

WARNINGS: 18+/mdni, softdom!jean for the win (y'all i love him), oral (m receiving, talk of f receiving), fingering, dirty talk (mans doesn't stfu), heavy praise kink, female pronouns are used and reader is explicitly called a girl at some point, lemme know if i missed anything

A/N: this started out super fluff and then turned out really smut. :)

"You're gonna laugh at me," you hide your face from him, avoiding the incredulous look on his own. The only other person you had told this too was Sasha, and she was the idiot that convinced you to talk to Jean about it, for whatever goddamn reason. Sure, he was your friend, but he was also a guy, and that made this whole topic so much more embarrassing for some reason.

"When have I ever laughed at your problems?" You give him a look and he opens his mouth, "Ok, let me rephrase that. When have I ever laughed at your serious problems? Wait let me rephrase that-"

"This is why I didn't wanna talk to you about this! See, I told Sasha-"

"You told Sasha and not me? Wow, ok, I see where I rank in terms of friends. Second only to Sasha."

"No, it goes Sasha, Connie-"

"You put Connie before me? I want you out of my house."

"-Eren-"

"Jaeger?! Get fucked."

"That's actually the issue, I can't."

Jean went wide eyed and silent for just a moment. "Wow, what a transition." You shove him back as he chuckles at the embarrassed look on your face.

"Stop, Jean!" But he doesn't. He keeps poking fun at you because it's cute how flustered it makes you to talk about anything even mildly inappropriate. He likes the whiny little voice you have when you tell him to 'stop talking like that.' "You know, I came to you in confidence to share something that makes me really self conscious and you just wanna be a bitch."

"Ok, fine," he smirks, "I'm sorry. What did you wanna share with me?"

You avoid his eyes again and try to work up the courage to share with him what's really bothering you. "You know how I went out with that guy the other week and told you guys I just wasn't feeling it so I stopped talking to him?"

Jean shook his head and barely managed not to roll his eyes. He remembered how glad he was when you stopped talking to that dude. It was some guy from one of the classes you had together and he was honestly shocked you'd even gone for someone like him. Jean didn't wanna admit it, but he was a little peeved that you'd blown off the weekly movie night you, Connie, Sasha, and he always had just to go out with some jock who could barely pass an intro class. And he didn't know why, but it really bugged him when Sasha kept making comments about how jealous she was that you were out getting dicked down and she was stuck with 'you two (derogatory).' He'd chalked it up to just being upset that you blew off your friends for some dude and didn't think much else of it.

"Ok, well, I lied."

"What? You're still talking to that fucking idiot?"

"No!" Your answer made Jean sigh in exasperated relief. "He stopped talking to me."

"Oh..." Jean didn't know exactly what to say to that. Or why you felt the need to tell him the details of what happened. You didn't owe him an explanation or anything. In fact, it really wasn't any of his business. But, hell, if you were offering up the information. "Did he say why?"

"Yeah, um," you pulled your legs up to your chest, "well, we were kissing and stuff and then he kinda put his hand down my pants-"

"Oh my fucking god, I really don't need to know this."

"Jean, you said you would listen!"

"Yeah, I thought it was gonna be something like you were failing calculus. I didn't expect you to explain to me the details of one of my best friend's getting finger fucked in the back of some douchebag's Prius!"

"Bold of you to assume I would ever let a man in a Prius put his finger near my lady parts."

"You did not just say lady parts."

"Jean, be serious!"

"How am I supposed to be serious while talking about your pussy?"

"Ew! Jean!" You hit him square in the chest. You loved Jean, but he was anything but serious when you needed him to be. He stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue. "I didn't expect it to go that far and well I didn't exactly plan my outfit accordingly."

"Plan your outfit accordingly? Meaning?" He just looked at you until it was like a little lightbulb going off in his head and suddenly he was nonstop laughing. "Tell me you wore granny panties!"

You glared at him with the ferocity of a kitten. "I didn't know he was gonna do that! And he laughed when he saw-"

"Wait, he laughed?" Jean stopped. You pointed out that he himself was just laughing at the matter, but he silenced you. "No, I'm allowed to laugh at you because I'm your best friend."

"Sasha is my best friend."

"You can lie to yourself all you want, but there's a single person in this world who knows about that one time you used Connie's toothbrush instead of your own because you didn't want to turn the light on in the bathroom, and it sure as shit isn't Sasha."

"I regret telling you that."

"I digress." Jean narrows his eyes at the idea of some guy laughing at you when he should be counting his blessings for even being in the same room as you. "So, what? He ghosted you because you wore normal looking underwear?"

"No, no, that's not why he stopped talking to me." You took a deep breath, trying not to stress at the idea of talking about it openly. "We stopped after that. And then the rest of the night was just kind of awkward. I thought maybe I was just over thinking things, but when I mentioned a second date he brushed it off. Just said that I wasn't the type of girl he was into and that he didn't wanna get my hopes up."

Jean's face turned sour at the utter stupidity of that statement. You? Not someone's type? Hot? Funny? Single? How was that not someone's type?

"It's not the first time someone's told me that. Apparently, I'm cute. But I'm not very sexy, so..."

"What the fuck did he think wasn't sexy about you? Seriously, I'd like to know so I can make sense of the bullshit he's spewing."

You shrugged. "Like the way I dress and talk. And I don't know, like how I kiss or something."

"How you kiss? Who gets turned off by a cute girl kissing them?"

"I don't know. That's what he said."

"Show me."

You wonder if you heard him correctly. But when you look at him, his face is deadly serious. "Show you?"

"Show me how you kissed him?"

"I'm not gonna kiss you to show you what he meant by that, Jean!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby." He teased. It was to get a rise out of you, to bait you into it, and it was working. "What are you? Scared I'm gonna think you're just too cute."

"You're a jerk."

He leans closer and smirks at you, a stupid little grin you've seen one too many times when he gets overly-flirty. "Then I'm exactly your type." You narrow your eyes at him. "Oh, c'mon. I just wanna know what he meant by your kissing being cute. What's the worst that could happen? It'll be our little secret. Yet another one to add to the list, right under you using Connie's toothbrush-"

It's to get him to shut up. Or at least that's what you tell yourself. Your hands grip his face and drag him closer, pulling his lips down to meet yours. You start off soft and slow, pulling at his bottom lip and running your thumb against his jaw line. A little whine comes from the back of your throat and Jean gets it. It's a sweet kiss. One that draws him in over and over, forcing him to chase your lips every time they slightly break from yours. Jean can feel his head getting fuzzy, like his brain had stopped working at the feel of your sweet little mouth. It's a feeling that flows all the way down into the pit of his stomach, where he it feels like fucking butterflies are reigning hell on his insides, and god he hasn't felt this way since the first time he ever kissed a girl way back in high school, back when he was afraid he was doing it all wrong and his hands would grow sweaty and he'd have to think about the grossest shit just to stop himself from getting a hard- oh, fuck.

You're pulling away all too soon, it's almost pathetic the way that Jean's lips chase after yours, his nose bumping against yours as he leans his forehead against your own.

"Well?" You ask breathlessly and a little worried.

Jean's eyes are half-lidded, his breathing a little ragged, and his eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back again. Like he's contemplating. "Did-did you not use tongue?"

"No, I mean I did but like just a little,"

"Show me." And his mouth is hot against yours again, his body pushing against you until your back is against his bed. And your tongue drags against his bottom lip and he's so eager to let you in and let you have all of him. No, Jean gets it alright. It's the little sounds you make when his hand moves up your thigh and his mouth trails a path down your neck and towards your chest, and fuck, you're just so cute. He gets it. What he doesn't get is how someone doesn't find it so fucking hot when you squirm and mewl and whimper his name like it's some kind of saving grace. It takes everything in him to exercise the smallest bit of constraint, but he does so as his fingers brush against the line of your underwear. "Gonna sound this cute with my fingers in your pussy?"

You moan at the feel of his breath against your ear and shake your head incessantly.

"Yeah? Such a good girl." His fingers push pass the cotton material where they immediately seek out and circle your clit. He was right, you sound cute as shit, bet you looked like it too. It's that thought that makes his other hand seek out the back of your head, pulling at your hair to make you stare back at him. His thumb keeps a steady pace on your clit as he pushes two fingers deep in your cunt. "Look at me while I make you feel good. Wanna see that cute little face when I make you cum."

He can feel your pussy clench every time he says something you like. "I'll make you cum all over my tongue later. Right now, wanna see your face." Like now, that and the slight hitch in your voice tells him he's doing everything right. That you like his fingers being stuffed inside you while his thumb gives your clit all the attention it deserves. "Like that? Don't worry baby, I'll let you ride my face later until your legs are shaking and I can't fucking breath."

Your legs fall further apart, giving him more room to maneuver. He has to keep himself from grinding against your leg to relieve some of the built up pressure in his cock. He felt like a dog in fucking heat.

"Need you to cum for me, pretty girl, let me see those eyes." You struggle to keep your eyes open and on his as the pressure builds in your lower stomach. "There you go, baby. Make me proud, cum all over my fingers. Give me something to taste."

You grip his arms just to have something to hold onto and desperately try to keep your eyes open as your breathing becomes unstable and your orgasm peaks but Jean doesn't let up. He talks your through it, his words sweeter than his fingers that try and pull another orgasm from you right after the other. "Good fucking girl, did so good for me." Tears start to build as you push his hands away and whimper too much. Only when the tears fall from your eyes does Jean stop, cooing at you. "So proud of you." He brings his fingers up to his mouth and slurps. "Cute little pussy tastes like a dream."

He can't help but kiss you again. This time it's rushed and frantic, like he can't get enough. You push up against him, trying to turn his body so you can climb on top of him, until finally he gets the hint and lets you. "Wanna make you feel good too." You start to pull his sweatpants down and lower your head.

Jean's eyes go wide. He doesn't want to push his luck but you'd both gone this far. And what kind of idiot would he be to say no to you? Yeah, ok, so maybe Jean was starting to realize why he'd been so upset about going out with some other guy. And maybe it wasn't just because you'd blown off your friends, but because you'd technically blown off him. Maybe if you'd done this a long time ago you wouldn't have to worry about that asshat that thought you were too cute to be sexy, because Jean thought it was sexy as fuck how cute you were.

He's brought back to reality when he feels your hand wrap around his cock. His breath catches in his throat. You like the way his eyes squeeze shut and he looks like he's struggling to compose himself. "Can I put you in my mouth?"

"Fuck yes." He really tries not to grab your head and rail his cock into your mouth but it's so hard when your mouth is just so warm and your tongue feels so good against it. His hips move on their own accord, his movements rough but his words so soft. "Gonna make me cum just from that sweet little mouth of yours. Just like that, sweet girl. Love your fucking mouth, love that cute fucking mouth. Taking me so fucking well. Gonna let me cum in it, sweetheart?" You make a little noise that almost sounds like an 'mhmm' the best you can with your mouth wrapped around him. "Good girl, breath through your nose, relax your mouth, and let me just fucking use you. Swallow everything I give you, baby." And suddenly he's holding the sides of your face and chasing his high. You do exactly as he says.

His hand flies out next to him, gripping against the pillow as he struggles to gulp down air, like he's the one being choked on his cock and not you. His vision clears up, and he pulls your mouth back up toward his lips so he can kiss you again, missing the feeling already.

"Did perfect." You're glowing at his praise. Jean lets you burry your head in his chest as he recovers his breathing. "Now lay back and show me how cute you are all split out on my cock."

[thowawayuntilfurthernotice]

So I had originally planned on doing a Danny Phantom retrospective, mostly because I’ve been watching a lot of video essays on YouTube about old media and internet personalities, and Danny Phantom was always one of those shows that I had a complex relationship with. But during my research, a simple question kept popping into my head over and over again. 

What does Butch Hartman actually do? 

He constantly keeps claiming that he created Danny Phantom, and a lot of people do consider Danny Phantom to be Hartman’s best show, but how involved was he? 

I’m not saying Hartman just slapped his name onto a product and took all the credit for himself, as he is credited for writing, storyboarding and directing various episodes. But from all the interviews and clips I’ve seen of him, he doesn’t seem to know that much about the show’s lore or why people like the show to begin with.

For example, the show clearly establishes that there are ghosts who used to be human at one point, but Hartman has always insisted that every ghost you see in the series is a supernatural creature from an alternate dimension. And that his explanation for why some ghosts are more human looking than others is because they wanna be human? Um…..okay. 

Feels odd that Hartman had a problem with the ghosts being spirits of deceased humans but he originally wanted Vlad to be a vampire. 

It’s also pretty interesting how Hartman never wrote any season two episodes, as that season is when the show started to heavily incorporate elements of serialized storytelling into its main narrative. Something that was previously absent from Hartman’s other show, The Fairly Oddparents. 

And yes, I am still annoyed that we never got a legit payoff to the Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire, they were clearly set up as these major plot points that were gonna be important later on, but were completely dropped entirely after Reign Storm. 

Guess now is the perfect time to talk about Steve Marmel and the controversy surrounding him. Long story short, Marmel was a writer who helped develop the series. A lot of the best episodes were written by him and once he left the quality went down the shitter. 

Many people have speculated that he was fired by Hartman/Nickelodeon for wanting the show to go into a more darker direction, while others claim he left due to creative differences. 

None of these rumors have been confirmed by Hartman, Nickelodeon or Marmel. And as such, should be taken with a huge grain of salt. 

Regardless of what you believe, you can’t deny that Marmel wasn’t influential during his time on the show. He really helped flesh out a lot of the characters and lore. 

Say what you will about the Green Bay Packers jokes in Bitter Reunions, but I kinda loved that aspect of Vlad’s character. It was a nice little touch that helped him stand out from your typical Saturday morning cartoon villain. 

And if I’m being perfectly honest, I don’t think Hartman could pull something like The Ultimate Enemy or Reign Storm off on his own, as he’s not that good of a writer. 

Which brings me to season three, now I don’t usually like parroting out the default opinion but, season three of Danny Phantom is just…..really bad. 

I’m not going to go into that much detail about season three, mostly because it’s a topic that’s been covered to death and I really don’t have anything new to bring to the table. But I will say that, if season three does anything well it’s that it showcases just how terrible of a writer Hartman actually is. 

Take for example the episode Urban Jungle, Sam’s eco friendliness is taken up to eleven, to the point where she starts feeling less like a character and more of a caricature. All she does in this episode is complain about how terrible humanity is, get captured and brainwashed by the villain of the week before getting rescued by Danny in the end. 

Oh, and Danny gets ice powers because…..reasons. 

I genuinely do feel bad for all the Danny Phantom fans who want to see a legit continuation or reboot, I came across a ton of amazing fan art and AU stories/webcomics that are a billion times more entertaining than the shit we got in season three. 

But alas, Nickelodeon has made it clear that they aren’t interested in a Danny Phantom revival/reboot, as they seem to only want comedy shows. Plus even if there was some sort of continuation, I doubt fans would support it if Hartman was heavily involved. Considering that he’s spent the last couple of years destroying any good will he had left with animation fans. 

Still, while the show may never get a proper continuation or revival, it will continue to live on in fan media form.

[noisilyscreechingsong]

‘Well this wasn’t ideal’ Tim thought to himself.

Bright green eyes stared up at him and Tim blinks back. He looks down the alley and back behind him. No one. No parents calling for a lost child. No stroller just laying around. No clues to help him figure out where this child- toddler came from.

He looks back down and the kid is making grabby hands at him now. He’s not even Red Robin right now, he just needed to grab some food on the way home.

The white hair is suspicious, as is the slight green glow coming off the child, but what’s really bothering him is those toxic eyes that remind him a little too much of Jason’s when the Pit Madness gets to him.

Tim contemplates picking up the kid. Should he just call Bruce? He wasn’t really in the position to be- oh, the kid floats.

Apparently the boy got impatient and decided to go to Tim. That’s fine. Everything is totally normal. He sees this on a daily basis.

He adjusts the carry out bag in his hand to accommodate the pint sized child settling into his arms like they did this all the time. The boy weighs… nothing. Literally like holding a balloon. He has to wrap his arms tighter so the child doesn’t fly away.

“Um, hi?”

The boy doesn’t respond except to snuggle closer, shoving his face into Tim’s neck like he wants to merge together.

“O-kay… where are your parents?” Is the logical question.

Tim knew the child was young, but he could still talk, right? How old was he? Like two? Three?

Maybe he should try an easier question.

“So my name’s Tim. What’s yours?”

He looks down and gets a face full of white hair for his trouble. He blows it away from his mouth and looks around again. Who was he kidding? This was a meta kid that was probably dumped in a dirty ally and might get trafficked if Tim doesn’t-

OW!

Did he just-? Did this toddler just bite him? On the neck? That liquid running down to soak into his collar was most definitely his blood.

Shit, is this a vampire child? Is he gonna turn into a vampire now?

Best bet is to get back to his Nest and wait it out, see what happens.

Oh. Good. The kid fell asleep.

It didn’t take long to get back to his safe place with a strange glowing child clinging to him and blood sticking to his skin.

His internal panic was to the point he was calm and rather collected. Tim had no other problems setting the toddler down on the couch for the rest of his surprise nap and head to the bathroom to wipe off the blood from his neck wound made by little baby fangs. They were actually kinda cute if he didn’t think about the fact they were used against him.

Tim casually ate his take out while watching the kid doze out the corner of his eye. That’s probably the only reason he witnessed what he did.

A bright white light engulfed the toddler suddenly, and after blinking several times he was convinced he was still blinded by the light show. The boy now had black hair like his and a healthy complexion, any hint of glowing gone.

The kid squirms in protest and then slowly blinks open very familiar blue eyes. Wait a minute. Did his face change too? Minute details seemed to have shifted just a bit to look more like… well, Tim.

Blue eyes meet matching blue eyes. They blink at each other.

Then the toddler sees his fork full of Chinese noodles hovering in the air where he froze. The boy slips off the couch and totters over. Clumsily, he climbs up into Tim’s lap (with no help from the vigilante) and sits down with a huff. An itty bitty hand grabs his own and pulls the fork until the boy can eat his food.

Rude.

And then they proceed to have a little disagreement about who’s food this actually was. Spoiler: they compromised and shared the container. It wasn’t like Tim was going to eat all of it anyway, it was a reasonable and mature decision not at all swayed by the cute pout and angry eyebrows.

Turns out the kid isn’t a vampire, he was just taking a sample to copy, because that’s the only reasonable explanation. That’s the good news. In other news, Tim is a dad now to a toddler that now shares DNA with him.

After thinking through a thorough plan on the kid’s soon to be identity and paperwork and an airtight background story to tell Bruce and the rest of the crazies, Tim does what he should have done thirty minutes ago. He calls Kon.

Teenage Dad Tim

An idea I am having right before my flight back home starts... I will expand on it more once I am home tho but for now hear me out please.

Teenage Dad Tim. We got Bruce, Dick and Jason taking in Danny but do we have Tim taking him in?

Like deaged Danny (reduced to a toddler because of his Ghost age) suddenly appearing before Tim with white hair and Lazarus green eyes, clearly a meta kid too in Tim's eyes. And Tim just goes... yep that's a toddler with pit madness, let me just forge some papers real quick and then I can investigate my new kid.

No B, you can't have him. Danny is mine now. See the papers. He is illegally mine now.

[forsworned]

a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)

warnings » none in this chapter

word count » 5.8k

categories » f/m

chapters » one two three five six seven eight nine ten

relationships » modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

characters » mitsuri kanroji, shinobu kocho, yoriichi tsugikini (obvi), izanagi tsugikini (oc kinda???), michikatsu tsugikini, tanjiro kamado, uncle keshi (oc), nezuko kamado

author’s note » lmfao hello again, i know its been awhile but i really hope u guys like this. pls let me know ur thoughts on this!

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『♡』chapter four: drunk anniversary [part two]

The hallways seemed to stretch endlessly and the further you went down the more darker the decor the paint on the walls got. Imagery of dragons and koi fish began to replace the once forest green lined the walls. You were beginning to think that maybe Yoriichi wasn't who he had claimed to be...

You suddenly felt yourself geting pulled into a room and a line of lights illuminated the large office space. The small glimspe you caught before you heard Yoriichi's breath catch in his throat and your eyes were instantly covered was like something out of a dream. Of course, you couldn't remember every little detail but from what you could recall. The walls and floors were black and sparkly when they reflected in the light and drawings of dragons and koi fish were engraved in gold.

"Is something wrong?" You breathed after a moment of silence. You could only hear the sound of his heart beating fast against his chest and his breathing slightly ragged.

"U-um, let's just get out of here first."

"And I should just blindedly trust you, why?"

His eyes widened for a moment and you heard him chuckle under his breath.

"You don't trust me?" There was a hint of a smile in his voice, but it was the mischevious tone that made your heart race. His breath was warm against your cheek and you suddenly felt like this could go many ways.

"Not particularly." And it was the truth. You weren't some idiot that was going to just blindly follow someone (contrary to your previous statement from the previous chapter LOL).

He laughed again and his breath was tickling at your ear. "Well, I'm glad you can think for yourself when it comes down to it."

"What are you keeping from me?" You were quick to ask and right now Yoriichi didn't have time to exactly humor you. He had to think fast.

"Will you follow me out of here if I tell you?"

"How will I know if you're telling the truth?"

His smile widening at your persistence. "Well, I guess you'll just have to trust me."

You scoffed at him. Either he thought you were an idiot or he knew you weren't going to take the bait so he was trying to sway you out of said space by drunkening up your thoughts with his sultry voice.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Whatever. Let's go."

Yoriichi was surprised to hear you no longer protest but he took it as an opportunity to rush you to the kitchen.

"I'll explain." He said before you felt your feet beginning to move as if almost on their own as you listened to his heart beat slowly starting to go back to normal as yours began to escalate.

I mean for crying out loud his hand was covering your eyes and your back was flush against his chest leading you to God knows where. At this point you literally had no choice, but to trust him.

"Almost there."

You bit back another scoff. He was unbelievable. You could definitely bet your most expensive set of earrings that this man was concocting an explanation in his head. You were suddenly stopped and his hand uncovered your eyes and you were met with bright florescent light flooding your poor eyes.

"Here!" He stood in front you grinning but you could only frown at him. But before you could utter a word, your stomach growled impatiently.

"Hungry?" He asked as he began to put some side dishes together and you breathed hard through your nostrils. You took a seat at the island as he was setting up your shared meal.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Yoriichi set down a mound of steamed rice in front of you and some yakitori that was making your mouth water. Without saying a word you began to eat your fill completely ignoring his nagging stare. If anything he thought it was quite cute how you were trying to mind him no business as you stuffed your face.

"Cute." He murmured to himself as he took a bite of his own dish.

You choked on your chicken and you he had to bite back a chuckle as he handed you a glass of aloe vera juice. You shot him a dirty look as you sipped at it before you calmed down.

"So when are you going to tell me about your twin?"

Silence filled the air and the more time that passed by the more you began to think that honestly, it wasn't even any of your business. Yoriichi had every right to his own privacy and you trying to insert yourself into his life wasn't exactly the best decision.

He took a long sip of his own drink before setting it down. "Well--"

"You don't have to." You interrupted.

You really didn't want to, but it didn't feel right to just try and be apart of his life especially when his guard had been up. He had only recently met you after all. He didn't owe you any explanations or favors.

"I'm sorry for trying to push myself into your life. It's not..." You looked down feeling embarrassed. You felt his warm hand cover yours and you glanced up to see him only staring at your hands touching. You felt clammy under his gaze even if he wasn't looking into your eyes, but him analyzing the surface of your hands and fingering the skin that covered your knuckles was enough to send shivers up your spine.

"It's not what?"

You gulped dryly at his question. "It's not my business."

A small smile curled at the ends of his lips as he softly snorted. "Yeah, maybe." He peered up at you and you felt like your pupils were blown up at this point. He leaned back and let go of your hand and you felt a little sad at the absence of his warmth.

"Michikatsu."

"Your brother."

"Mm." He nodded. "He is...troublesome."

You recalled the tattoos that were lining his chest and the jewelry that was lined his collarbones and you felt yourself touching at your clavicle. Yoriichi's throat cleared gaining your attention.

"Like I was saying, he is troublesome and dangerous." He emphasized giving you a knowing look. Another reason why he didn't want anyone knowing that he had a twin brother. Not that he felt threatened by him but he really knew how to fuck up his life upside down.

"How?"

"For reasons that are better off if you didn't know." He sipped at his drink looking away with his fist slightly clenched at the mentioning of his brother. You made a mental note to not ask too many questions about Michikatsu.

You felt a little betrayed by what little information that he gave you, but you needed to remind yourself that it wasn't your place to ask him anything more than what you already did.

"Okay...so what about the office space with the dragons and koi fish?"

Yoriichi bit his tongue as he chewed on his rice. "Dammit, you saw that?"

You felt a bit guilty for looking but what the hell else were you suppose to do? It's not like he blindfolded you.

"Should I not have?"

He sighed again. "No, but it's my fault anyway."

The doors flung open and Uncle Keshi stepped in with a charismatic attitude that was beyond your comprehension.

"Hey, kids. What's happenin'? You like the food [name]?" He smiled brightly at you. You returned his and nodded with a mouthful of food.

"Uncle Keshi--" Yoriichi began but Uncle Keshi simply put a finger in front of his nephew's face.

"No need to apologize." He plopped into the seat that was between the both of you and picked at the cucumber salad and inserted one into his mouth.

"So, how do you like the party so far?" Uncle Keshi mused. You and Yoriichi share a look that sent his uncle into a fit of laughter.

"It's, uh...eventful?" You looked at Uncle Keshi with a confused look as you picked at your food

"Are you asking or telling?" He shoved another cucumber into his mouth and patted the side of your arm. "Hey, relax. I know Yoriichi and Michikatsu's dad is like crazy scary lookin' but he ain't that bad."

As soon as you let your shoulder drop, Yoriichi's began to tense up again at the mentioning of his dad and Michikatsu.

"Why are they here?" Yoriichi's maroon gaze was burning into his uncle's but he paid no mind to the boy. His nephew's eyes were burning with such an intensity that you could even feel the tension in the room rise. It was like fire and ice.

"Because, we made--" "Yes, I heard 'you made up', but--"

"But, nothing. End of story. There's no need to rehash the past." Uncle Keshi shrugged as took his nephew's half eaten yakitori stick and began to nibble at it. Well, more like eat the last three semi large pieces of chicken in a single bite but who's counting.

"Uncle Keshi, he--they--" Yoriichi's fists were tightening. His voice was quiet but his anger was loud, deafening even. He didn't want you to see how enraged he could really become. He didn't want the skeletons in his closet to crawl out or the demons inside his brain to ooze out from him. He just felt an overwhelming urge to protect you. Protect you from everything that he had been trying so hard to hold himself off from.

Yoriichi's uncle simply put a hand on his shoulder as he looked at him. "Water under the bridge, neph."

Yoriichi looked up from his balled fists to his uncle who was trying to keep his mirth from bursting out, but he failed when Yoriichi cracked a smile and began to laugh.

"Neph? God, you're so weird, Uncle." Yoriichi said in between laughter. You felt like you were missing out in the little moment they were having and the more you watched them, the more you felt like an outsider. Because you were. You had no place being here.

As you were about to get up to excuse yourself, Uncle Keshi turned to you with his welcoming smile. "You two should join the party when you're ready. We're about to cut the cake and let me tell you, it is magnificent."

You chewed on your lip for a second looking at both parties. Yoriichi looked more relaxed now and Uncle Keshi's smile never left his face.

You smiled. "Cake sounds pretty good."

"Atta girl!" Uncle Keshi cheered getting up out of his seat and waved as he made his way out of the door. "See you both in a bit!"

"Funny, I never agreed." Yoriichi muttered as he played with his food.

"Well, you didn't exactly say no." You retorted. He looked up at you incredulously.

"I don't exactly remember you being this snarky." He shot back. His mischevious smile was back and you were absolutely loving it.

"Well," You shoved one more big chunk of rice into your mouth before hopping out of your seat much like his uncle earlier. "I don't know about you, but I'm definitely in the mood for some cake."

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "You don't feel full?"

"Not really." You put a hand to your stomach. "Should I?"

He shook his head as he chuckled and put his chopsticks down. "I'm only asking. I don't want you to feel pressured by my ridiculous uncle."

"Nah, I actually really wanted to get back to Nezuko and Tanjiro. They're probably wondering what happened to me."

He got up to put the dishes away. "You think they're worried about you?"

"Excuse me?" You laughed as you folded your arms and walked behind him. He laughed melodiously as you urged him to explain himself.

"I'm kidding." He peered at you with glistening eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

Why did he have to be so damn pretty?

You couldn't help but stare at his moistened lips and for a moment his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips. The space between the both of you was slowly closing--

"Hey, I thought you guys wanted cake!" Uncle Keshi's voice called out making you jump, but Yoriichi doesn't give a hint of him even being slightly alarmed. If anything he just looked annoyed.

"Right...the cake. We should..." He pointed his thumb to the main area.

"Get over there. Yeah." You nervously laughed as you began to walk towards the doors. He held it open for you as you passed through and all you could think of was how close he was to possibly kissing you. Like he was actually going for it?! You thoughts raced as you watched as everyone gathered around the large four tiered cake.

How extra.

"Very." Yoriichi said beside you. You looked at him for a moment wondering if he had the ability to read your thoughts. He gave you a side glance before giving you a smug look. "It wasn't very hard to tell what you were thinking."

You gulped and averted your attention back to the cake that was slowly getting lit and the siblings you had met earlier had come around to greet you again.

"Hey, [name]! We were wondering where you disappeared of to." Tanjiro smiled at you and Nezuko nodded in agreement.

"Huh," You folded your arms to look at Yoriichi but he avoided your gaze. "well, I was distracted for a bit."

"Distracted? By what?" Nezuko asked. The innocent glimmer in her eyes was too cute for words. Tanjiro's face immediately pinkened at her question.

"D-don't question adults about their private lives, Nezuko!" Tanjiro interjected as he looked at his sister in embarrassment. "P-please don't mind her. She really doesn't know any better."

Tanjiro suddenly made Nezuko and himself bow down to the both of you multiple times until Yoriichi and you were agitated telling them to stop.

"It's really not a big deal." Yoriichi began as he scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Yeah, I mean it's not what you think." You scrambled, waving your hands around.

"It's not?" Yoriichi questioned looking at you. Your eyes widened for a moment and Tanjiro looked between the both of you. Little did you know, Tanjiro had a keen smell for all different types of things. In fact, it was so strong that people used to nickname him "inu". He could definitely get a good whiff of the brewing romance between you two, but that was something Tanjiro would be keeping to himself...for now.

"Yoriichi." A deep voice shook your core. The room became silent the moment he spoke and you wondered why you were here for the millionth time. Dare you even look up from your position?

"Father." Yoriichi deadpanned. He merely shoved his hands in his pants pockets as he looked up at his father. You peeked over at his father who was now staring at you, but a nervous tick came over you causing you to look down once more.

"Who's this?"

Yoriichi had to hold himself back from telling him off but instead he simply answered, "[name]."

You could feel his father's curious glare on you. "Is that what you go by?"

You cleared your throat. "Yes, I go by just that."

He smiled at you and there was that charm again making your heart thump against your chest. What the hell is it with this family?

"It's nice to meet you, [name]." He held out his hand for you and you looked to Yoriichi as if to ask for permission.

His father laughed at you. "What has Yoriichi told you that already has you doubting me?"

"U-um, nothing at all actually." You fiddled with your hands before his father held them still in his hands. Yoriichi's eyes widened at the sight and he was sure everyone else's had too, but the rage that was building and threatened to come out was practically pouding at the cage it was in ready to be released.

"You can call me, Izanagi." He firmly grasped his hand in yours as he shook them and then let them fall to your side. You couldn't even look at him. Merely just bowing your head in respect as you inched closer to Yoriichi's side and he welcomed it. His arm enveloped your waist immediately claiming you.

"We can talk later." He bowed at you before retreating back to the party and it was as if he was gliding away with how graceful and poise he was. The voices of the party goers began to start again as they returned their attention back to the cake being lit. Most of it already melted at the length of the conversation. You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until Yoriichi pulled you out of your stupor.

"Hey, are you okay?" His hand was now cupping your face and the expression on his visage was coupled with worry and concern.

"I-I'm fine." You slowly remove his hand from your cheek. The sound of drunken singing from the adults began as they circled around the cake. It made everyone under the age of thirty roll their eyes to the back of their heads.

"We'll get cake later." He smiled warmly at you as he took your hand and led you to the opposite end of the cafe. A dainty figure is sitting at the table that you and Yoriichi had shared your first coffee with. She was dressed in a matching yukata of Izanagi's, but hers somehow looked even more elegant with embroidered sakura blossoms lining the sleeves and hem. It graced her whole body. If she had any tattoos the fabric was covering it.

She sipped at an expresso as she stared out the window in deep thought. Her hair was tightly wrapped in a neat bun with a beautiful sakura hairpin lined in gold at the top of it. Her sleek dark brown eyes met yours and she smiled at you. This time the smile reminded you of Yoriichi. Warm and pleasant. It was a different kind of welcoming. You felt no sense of danger, just tranquility in her gaze.

"Okasan." Yoriichi breathed as he bent down to greet his mother with a bear hug. Yup, definitely a mama's boy.

"Yoriichi, it's so nice to see you finally have a girlfriend." Her smile was teasing. Yoriichi immediately puffed up in agitation at her words.

"She's not my--"

"We're just friends." You interjected smiling at her. She held both of her hands out to gesture you to come closer.

"Okay, let's go with that for now. Let me look at you, dear."

You stepped forward and she brought you closer, gently holding your arms and the familiarity of her tenderness was making you feel secure.

"You're quite beautiful, [name]." She cooed as she took your face in her hands. Her hands emulating a real mother's touch.

"Guess everyone knows my name now, huh." You giggled.

"Yes, you've made quite a name out of yourself. In a good way, of course." She beamed at you and you averted your eyes feeling bashful at her words.

"I certainly hope so."

"Okasan, don't you think that's enough?" Yoriichi's voice coming in between you two.

"Can I not inspect a future suitor?" She inquired. Yoriichi and your mouths both went aslack at her blunt words.

Future suitor?!

"She's just kidding." Yoriichi stepped in immediately countering her bold claim. "Tell her you're kidding."

Yoriichi's mom rolled her eyes and giggled. "Yes, I'm only kidding, dear. Loosen up."

Your tense body relaxed as she fought off giggles much to Yoriichi's visible dismay. "Right, well it's getting late..."

"Oh, nonsense. Please have some cake and sit with me. I think we'll get along just marvelously." She urged you to sit down. "Yoriichi bring us some cake."

"Yes, Okasan." He sighed in annoyance as he disappeared into the crowd to his mother's bidding.

You laughed at him as you watched him fight for plates and utensils, but Yoriichi's mother collected your attention. "So, I think you've probably figured out that I'm nothing like Yoriichi and Michikatsu's father."

"Yes, that I can gather at the very least." You said rather bluntly. You covered your mouth immediately shocked at your brashness which only caused Yoriichi's mother to laugh.

"I'm not offended at all. Izanagi is..." Her thoughts seem to go somewhere far away.

"Here you go." Yoriichi handed you both pieces of cake and just like Uncle Keshi had mentioned before, it looked "magnificent."

"Thank you, dear." Yoriichi's mother smiled at him. Her eyes were back to the present now and you took the hint to change the subject.

"Thanks, this looks really good." You hummed at you took a bite immediately as Yoriichi slid into his seat. He looked at you pleased with his work and his mother was too keen for her own good observing the situation play out.

"You've out done yourself this time, Yoriichi." His mother mused taking a bite.

Your eyes widened at her words. "You made this?"

He gives his mother a look before nodding. His expression was vexed yet bashful. No one really knew that he had made the cakes for their anniversaries for the past six years. He simply would say he called the local bakery and ordered a cake and no one seemed suspicious so he went with it, until well, now no thanks to his mother.

"Do you like it?"

You nodded your head with a pleased expression. "Yeah, it's like, probably the best cake I've ever had. I had no idea you baked, too."

He gave his mother another look as she feigned innocence. "Yeah, not a lot of people know that."

"Well, now that you're here. Tell me about yourself, [name]. I've been dying to know about the girl that's been spending a remarkable amount of time with my son." His mother leans her chin against her palm. The guilt-less smile that was on her face was entirely smug and nosy to Yoriichi. He knew his mother better than anyone, but maybe this time he would let it slide.

"Well," You began looking to Yoriichi first before speaking about how you guys were partners in a new project for your Western Civilization class and then that somehow turned into Yoriichi's mother showing you baby pictures of the twins. Yoriichi didn't seem to mind as he watched you two get along with one another. The night had quickly passed with drunken adults singing at the tops of their lungs and their offspring slowly sneaking off to avoid taking care of them. None of you had realized how much time had passed by until you checked your phone for notifications and the time had read 1:02AM.

"Oh, shit." You whispered.

"What's wrong?" Yoriichi asked looking at you and then at his own phone. "Oh, wow. It's really late."

"Very."

Yoriichi's mother shot an eyebrow at the both of you. "Late? The night's still young and you guys are full of life. Why not enjoy for a couple of more hours."

"Okasan." Yoriichi's voice was warning towards his mother not to overstep.

"Well, it's really up to [name]."

They both turned to look at you awaiting your response and you felt immensely pressured, but by the way your eyes were beginning to droop had already gave the answer away.

Yoriichi and his mother laughed at you. "Yeah, you're like, about to pass out."

"I can stay up for a little longer." You slurred, trying to keep up with the conversation. You hadn't even had a sip of alcohol but you were already feeling drunken from the night.

"You definitely can't." He laughed, getting up and helping you stand.

"I'm okay." You brushed him off but as soon as you did, you felt yourself collapse into his arms. You were too tired to even feel embarrassed at his point so you allowed yourself to let him capture you and envelope you in his warm embrace. Yoriichi felt the corner of his lips curl up as he held you up straighter.

"It doesn't look like it."

Your head lolled against his sturdy shoulder. "You can just call me a cab."

"Don't you live like two blocks down?" He asked, peering down at your limp body. You only grunted in response which made him chuckle under his breath. He could feel his mother eyes watching the both of them but at this point all his focus was on you and you only.

"Mhmmm." Was all you could manage as Yoriichi was walking you out. The thought of you not acknowledging his mother on your way out hit you and you perked up as you turned around to apologize.

"That is so rude of me!" You bowed down immediately as you watched her grin at you not even the least bit offended. "It was so nice to meet you Mrs. Tsugikini! Thank you for your hospitality!"

She waved you off as she patted her face with her napkin. "No need, dear. It was a pleasure to meet you and I hope to see more of you."

"I'll be back, okasan." Yoriichi bowed to his mother before helping you out the door. You said goodbye to the rest of his relatives as you headed out. Your eye had caught Michikatsu's and you stared at each other for a moment. He gave you a small smug look as you passed and it made your heart thud loudly against your chest. His eyes flickered to Yoriichi's and the look on face never left him and you felt yourself being tugged away and then it was finally quiet. You no longer needed the support of Yoriichi because you were hyperaware of everything that was happening. Yoriichi Tsugikini was really walking you home like it was a date!

You bit back a smile as you both listened to the clacking of your heeled boots hitting the concrete. "Thanks for inviting me. I had a lot of fun."

He cracked a smile as he looked from the ground to you. "Minus the family drama I'm assuming?"

"What are you talking about that was the best part." You both laughed and then it went quiet again. You stopped in front of your building and pointed with your thumb to the residence.

"Well, this is me. Thanks, again."

He took a deep breath and then let out as he peered up at the rows and rows of balconies. "Quaint."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Not bad for 120,000 yen a month."

He didn't reply for a moment as he kicked at the ground before stepping up to you and closing the space between the both of you. His hands caressed your cheeks and then raked themselves into your hair and you could feel your heart racing with every second his skin was touching yours.

His breath tickled yours as he leaned in millimeters away from your lips. Your foreheads now touching and he suddenly stops. "We shouldn't see each other anymore."

You felt your breath catch in your throat and your heart plummet to your feet. "Why?"

You voice was shaky and you swallowed hard as you searched his face for an answer. "I just don't think it's a good idea. You've already seen too much and I don't know if I could bear to see you...to see you..."

Yoriichi's maroon gaze was far away now. It reminded you of his mother's when you mentioned Akeno. "To see me what?"

His hand left your hair and now on the top of your head ruffling it making your nose scrunch. "I just need to see you healthy and alive and thriving."

"Huh?"

What the fresh hell was he even talking about? I mean, of course, that was well--nice? But the tone he was using, and that the expression on his face was telling another story beyond your knowledge. Yoriichi was trying his best to keep his secret sealed tight and you far away from it. He couldn't risk another tragic and heartbreaking incident. It would drive him over the edge getting close to someone else even if it had been years since.

He removed his hand entirely and shoved it into his pants pocket, stepping away from you. His warmth leaving you and you felt cold. Not just physically, but emotionally. You could feel the distance in his body language and then way he was looking at you. He was starting to turn his emotions off and becoming a stranger again.

"Just get inside." He said softly.

He really didn't want to say that. I mean he really, really didn't want to say that. In fact, if it were up to him he would've kissed you right then and there and sealed the deal, but he knew better. He didn't want to endanger you anymore than he already had.

You were dumbfounded as you just gawked at him. It felt like all the progress you had just made just vanished into the air and you felt empty.

You scoffed and shook your head. "Wow, you're ridiculous."

Maybe you should've known better. The apple probably didn't fall far from the tree.

"Whatever, I guess I'll see you when we need to do our project."

You turned around to walk to your building, but Yoriichi's voice stopped you. "Don't worry about it."

"What?" Your voice was clearly showing signs of annoyance.

"I'll finish it by tomorrow."

You turned around to face him once more and the expression on his face was dead serious. "Why?"

He shrugged indifferently. "Cuz' I just want to make it easier on you."

You rolled your eyes. "Fuck off."

Your fists were now balled up as you stared down at him from the small steps you had climbed up. He was unbelievable. Without another word you turned around again and fished your keys out of your pocket to unlock the apartment door.

"Good night, [name]."

You stopped in your tracks. As you rotated your head to say something snarky, you realized he was gone.

"Fucking dumbass." You mumbled to yourself as you headed inside. You hit the elevator button and fiddled with your keys as you watched the numbers go up higher and higher.

...2...3...4...5...6...ding!

You clenched your teeth as you walked down the hallways. Voices and laughing filled the halls as you passed every door, but as you approached your apartment it was quieter. Not like that was new or anything. Your neighbors were more on the elderly side. They slept early and kept to themselves and they appreciated that you did as well. You sighed as you lifted your key to unlock your door but it kept going red no matter how many times you tried. Your frustration built up as you did it again and again and still it was declining your key. Tears pricked at your eyes as you leaned your head against the door. A silent weep emitted from you and you couldn't control the tears that trickled down your cheeks and neck. You didn't want to admit it, but Yoriichi really did hurt your feelings. You had thought that he really liked you back, but instead he just played you for a fool.

Enough.

You straigtened yourself out, breathed in through your nostrils and held your key once again to the deadbolt and finally, it flashed green. You let out an exasperated sigh of relief as you unlocked your door and stepped into your studio and locked the door behind you. As you walked over to your bed, you noticed an envelop left ontop of it.

As you further inspected the card something had dropped out of it and you picked it up not looking at it but instead focusing on the written note.

Just in case u get lucky 2nite ;) -M+S

You glanced at your hand to see a wrapped condom or should you say a small roll of them. Another note on it.

In case u go 4 rounds

You laughed out loud. At least, your friends still had your back. You wiped away the tears that stained your face and plopped onto your bed. Feelings of disappointment and anger crawled from the back of your mind and began to intrude your thoughts. You laid down and closed your eyes for a moment.

"This is why I don't have crushes."

You facepalmed and sighed loudly. Men never failed to disappoint you, but you weren't going to switch sides either. Your phone had buzzed in your hand and you felt a spark of joy for a moment until you looked at your screen.

Hope you're having fun ;) -Shinobu

Another buzz.

Give her some space! -Mitsuri

Your face dropped and you quickly put your phone on Do Not Disturb. What a pain those two had been. How could you have any ounce of faith in him after the way he had left you high and dry tonight?

He doesn't deserve you.

You nodded to yourself and sat up straight as you balled your hand into a fist firing yourself up.

"Yeah he doesn't deserve you!" You shouted and then covered your mouth realizing how loud you were. Your shoulders slouched at thought of him nearly kissing you but you shook the thought away. You had to move forward from this no matter how painful it had been for him to just leave you like that. He was an asshole, a jerk, a dickbag and you sure as hell didn't need him.

"Right!" You whisper shouted getting pumped again. "You don't him or any man."

You nodded to yourself profusely as you got ready for bed, chanting positive affirmations as you brushed your teeth and washed your face. After cleaning yourself up, you finally slipped under your covers and you felt the negative thoughts rush in once more. You wondered where it all went wrong. Did you come on too strong? Should you not have talked to his mom? Should you have excused yourself when you had the chance?

Question after question had seemed to race by in your mind until you were too tired to even think anymore. You simply had to leave it to tomorrow.