#vice and Ire

[kailysander]

The Left Hand of Darkness

[cow-and-chicken]

how I picture our current vice presidential candidates right now

(idiot always getting jealous of someone who is more successful, favorable, and normal than him)

[euclydya]

the fun thing about psychosis + plurality is that folie a deux is real and it's not just a fall out boy album

[luxurysystems]

...N O W L O A D I N G....📼

Money Inc. x GTA: Vice City AU headcanons- IRS

Codename/Alias: The Kangal. The Kangal is a breed of dog renowned for its protectiveness and shepherding qualities, but must importantly, the Kangal is feared for having the strongest bite force. Ted lovingly gives Irwin this nickname. Initially hesitant in being likened to a guard dog, Irwin starts to warm up to it...

Irwin, by day, works as an accountant in Downtown Vice City's business sector (mainland). At night, he works as a hitman/bounty hunter, accepting jobs from clients on both the Mainland and Beach/Nightlife area. Most of his clients come from the more affluent sections of the city. Once he starts working with Ted exclusively, he stops all contract work but still keeps his job as an accountant.

Famed (or infamous, depending on who you ask) for having an amazing work ethic in both jobs.

His last contracted bounty job didn't go as planned.... (x) (x)

Used to have a mullet; cuts it off once he joins Ted.

His original kit included the following: Col .45 (handgun), Ithaca 37/Chromed Shotgun, and his trusty Remington Model 700 (sniper rifle).

Ted gifts him with more weaponry, specifically a submachine gun (MP5), and an AR (the M4)-- for those tougher jobs.

Favorite radio stations: Emotion 98.3, VROCK, and VCPR. He enjoys listening to talk radio on the way to work.

Favorite vehicles: PCJ-600 and the Sentinel XS

His apartment is located in Vice Point (away from the mainland/downtown area). Although his apartment is a mere minutes away from the prolific Malibu Club, he prefers quiet nights at home watching Yuppie and the Alien or Just the Five of Us.

Doesn't smoke during the day, only when he's on the job--especially if there's a lot of waiting. It calms him down, allegedly.

After work, you can catch Irwin at Umberto Robina's cafe in Little Havana enjoying a coffee. Considers Umberto a friend and likewise Umberto considers Irwin a real man with "big cojones."

"Balances" the books for Ted's other money laundering businesses.

He also balances Ted's boisterous personality-- Irwin is very cool, calm, and collected. The poster child for the strong, silent type.

Has been known to crack a smile at times-- Ted can vouch for it.

During a meet up, Irwin acts as Ted's back-up if things go south. He is often seen carrying a briefcase- filled with either money or "goods."

If Ted insists on going to a meet-up alone, that doesn't necessarily mean that Irwin isn't there. You may not be able to see him, but he can see you....

Is a superior marksman. One shot to kill if necessary, never maim- he makes sure all of his shots are clean. If someone gives Ted a hard time, Irwin gives them a corpse worthy of a closed casket funeral.

Often refuses Ted's other lavish gifts like expensive suits, cologne, watches, etc. Will take the gifts after much insistence, but will be shy to use or wear them. Plus, Irwin feels like if he does wear any of Ted's gifts at his day job, he'd stick out like a sore thumb. What's an accountant doing with a $75,000 Rolex, anyway?

[irlkisukeurahara]

if you censor a ship name purely because you don't like it (I don't mean incest or minor×adult or anything like that. I mean generally harmless pairings) or because you ship one of the characters with another character...you're sensitive as fuck lmao

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The Institute of International Bankers in New York, of which Tony Walton was vice-chairman, had addressed the problem in an April 1991 paper submitted to the US Treasury and the Internal Revenue Service, and continued to raise the issue in meetings with Treasury and IRS staff. The institute noted:

The key issue affecting the international banks arises in the context of cross-border interbranch transactions. For example, a US branch of an international bank that has entered into an interest rate or currency swap with a customer will often enter into a cross-border interbranch swap, the terms of which mirror the terms of the swap with the customer. The US branch's counterparty in such a 'mirror' interbranch swap will often be the bank's head office or another branch responsible for managing worldwide swap risk. The result is that the US branch has hedged its position economically through the mirror interbranch swap, and the bank's head office will be in a position to hedge the bank's overall position.

However, the IRS position is that US tax law does not recognise interbranch swaps or other interbranch transactions (although many countries treat branches of American banks as separate entities). Accordingly, a US branch of an international bank that hedges its swap transactions in this way will be treated by the IRS as if it held an unhedged position for federal tax purposes, even though the US branch is fully hedged economically. As a result, the back can have US taxable income far in excess of the bank's hedged economic income depending on the movements of interest or currency exchange rates. Likewise, depending on these market factors, a bank can generate a substantial tax loss in the United States, even though the bank has economic income on its hedged transaction.

The IRS has attempted to address the cross-border interbranch transactions arising from global trading operations by offering to enter into so-called 'advance pricing agreements' . . . between the affected taxpayer, the IRS and the home country tax authority of the taxpayer.

"Westpac: The Bank That Broke the Bank" - Edna Carew

[hxvphaestion]

HRIWJDJJE maybe this is normal maybe im just inexperienced or whatever. But. Someone someone i talked to one summer over a summer program like 6 years ago. Messaged me to ask. Hey is this other person u posted on ur insta (Who I Don’t Know) single she’s cute. Haha?

THIS KIND OF CRAZY BEHAVIOUR? TO ME?

Men live like this????? PPL DO THIS?????

[cow-and-chicken]

how I view this vice presidential debate right now.

[luxurysystems]

If I'm gonna do this Vice City AU any justice, you know I have to give Irwin the loading screen treatment.

[batboyblog]

Things the Biden-Harris Administration Did This Week #33

Sep 6-13 2024

President Biden marked the 30th anniversary of the passage of the Violence Against Women Act and highlighted efforts to stop gender based violence. the VAWA was written by then Senator Biden and he often talks about it as his proudest legislative victory. The act transformed how the federal government dealt with domestic violence, sexual assault, and stalking. In part because of the connection to Joe Biden, President Trump and the Republicans allowed the VAWA to expire in 2019. President Biden passed a new reauthorization, with new protections for women against cyber crime, in 2022. On the VAWA's 30th anniversary President Biden announced $690 million in grants to support survivors of gender-based violence.

President Biden and Vice-President Harris announced a new rule to force insurance companies to treat mental health care the same as medical care. The new rule takes on the use by insurance of restrictive practices like prior authorization, and out of network charges, it also closes a loophole in the law that allowed state and local government health insurance not to cover mental health.

The Biden-Harris administration announced that 50 million Americans, 1 in every 7, have gotten health insurance through Obamacare's marketplaces. Under Biden a record breaking 20.8 million enrolled this year. Since the ACA was passed by President Obama and then Vice-President Biden it has transformed American health care bring affordable coverage to millions and getting rid of "preexisting conditions". During the Presidential debate Vice-President Harris defended the ACA and the need to keep building on it. Trump after 9 years of calling for its repeal said he only had "concepts of a plan" on what to do about health care in America.

The IRS announced that it has recovered $1.3 billion in back taxes from wealthy tax dodgers. For years Republicans have tried to underfund the IRS hindering its ability to police high income tax payers. President Biden in his Inflation Reduction Act ensured that the IRS would have the money it needs to chase high income tax cheats. In February 2024 the IRS launched a program to go after over 100,000 people, making $400,000 or even over $1 million a year who have not filed taxes since 2017. The IRS also launched a program to collect from tax payers who make over $1 million a year who have uncontested debt of over $250,000. Between these two efforts the IRS has collected over a Billion Dollars in back taxes from the richest Americans, so far this year.

The Department of The Interior and White House Climate Advisor Ali Zaidi highlighted green energy efforts on public land. Highlighting two projects planned in Nevada officials talked about the 41 renewable energy projects approved on public land under the Biden-Harris Administration. These projects over 25 gigawatts of clean energy, a goal the Administration's climate plan set for the end of 2025 but met early this year. With the new projects in Nevada this is enough energy to power 12.5 million homes, and the Bureau of Land Management is another 55 utility-scale project proposals across the West.

The Department of The Interior announced $236 million to help fight forest fires and restore landscapes damaged by recent wildfires. Under President Biden's Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, the Administration has spent nearly $1.1 billion dollars to combat deadly wildfires which have over the last 10 years grown in size and intensity thanks to climate change.

The Department of The Interior announced $157 million in wetland conservation. The money is focused on protecting bird habitats. It will protect and preserve thousands of acres of wetlands across 7 states.

The US Senate approved President Biden's nominations of Adam Abelson, Jeannette Vargas, Mary Kay Lanthier, and Laura Provinzino to federal judgeships in Maryland, New York, Vermont, and Minnesota respectively. This brings the total number of federal judges appointed by President Biden to 209. When Biden entered office 318 district judges were Republican appointees and 317 Democratic, today 368 are Democratic appointments and just 267 are Republican. President Biden is the first President in history to have the majority of his appointments not be white men and he has appointed more black women to the bench than any President ever.

[ninibeingdelulu]

How he kiss you ft. levi ackerman

When he’s happy/content :

For the normally severe and closed-off Levi, expressions of pure, unbridled tenderness are few and far between.

So when those rare, unguarded moments arise where genuine warmth ghosts across his features, you can expect his kisses to match that soft vulnerability.

He'll initiate them slow and sweet, cradling the back of your head with featherlight reverence as slate strands of inky fringe brush your flushed cheeks.

Levi's firm mouth melts into a lingering caress, each plush sweep cataclysmically gentle like trying to imprint your very essence into his soul.

His free hand maps up the dip of your spine in a scorching brand, fingertips searing through thin fabric as he coaxes your bodies flush.

Levi's kiss deepens into a drugging exploration, savoring every breath and hushed mewl spilling from your conjoined forms.

Each openmouthed sip of your lips oozes with visceral reverence - he cherishes and covets you with the same impassioned ferocity he gives everything worthwhile in this cruel world.

By the time Levi finally breaks away, his gunmetal irises glimmer like molten silver, pupils hazed and swallowing you whole in their infinite depths.

When he’s angry/frustrated :

When Levi's ire reaches its infamous boiling point, you can expect his mouth to convey the same scorching intensity smoldering behind that piercing glare.

He yanks you forward with punishing force, bunching fists in the front of your shirt until your chests collide in a stinging impact.

The initial crash of Levi's lips carries a searing bite, teeth clashing as he snarls hot and unchecked into your trembling mouth.

There's no tenderness or romance to this ravaging embrace, only venting catharsis as he pillages your willing form.

Every caress of his questing tongue tastes of woody cedar smoke and black tea - his unique flavors mingling in a headier, more primal musk swirling between your interlocked frames.

Each time you attempt to match his furious pace, Levi growls in dominance and silently demands your full submission.

Only once his smoldering temper has been spent through a blistering whirlwind of plunging licks and nips does his grip finally loosen, tapering into several shuddering inhales through flared nostrils.

Gunmetal irises cool from raging hellfire into glassy, sated pools as his searing rage finally ebbs to a low simmer once more.

When he’s desperate/anguished:

Under the most dire of circumstances, when humanity's peril appears bleakest, a frantic mania sweeps over Levi's typically dispassionate steel - manifesting in a volatile desperation to connect with the solace only you can provide.

It's in these most distressed spasms of isolation that he seizes your mouth with absolutely zero preamble, instantly delving past plush barricades with voracious hunger.

Levi's quaking digits cup your cheeks in a vice grip, crushing his lips against yours with bruising pressure like trying to meld you into one eternal existence.

Plaintive keens rumble in his chest, reverberating into your intertwined forms as Levi tamps down every frenzied shred of restraint - violently plunging and devouring like parched for even a drop of your essences.

There's profound lashing need in each greedy swipe and inhale scattering your gasps across the static-charged air between trysts.

His battle-roughened hands scour your body, roaming up ribs and spanfall in aching desperation like charting every curve and hollow to swathe himself in you.

Only once Levi grows utterly lightheaded and staggering does his manic ardor lose any fever, wilting into several stunned snaps for air as his fringe hangs in inky disarray.

When he need comfort :

During those most vulnerable stretches when the horrific cost of their impossible fight wears Levi to haunted breaking, he craves the purifying balm of your affection to recenter his fractured spirit.

On these evenings, the Captain seeks you out silently - slate irises dimmed to liquid mercury as you immediately gather his compact form against yours in a shielding embrace.

Levi burrows into your protective circle with a hushed, rattling exhalation that seems to bleed out lingering shades of his inner anguish.

As you card soothing sweeps through his undercut, he tilts up towards you with unhurried grace - silvery lashes hooding to veil those usually piercing irises for once.

A skated whisper of his firm lips fleeting across your own serves as the tremulous catalyst before Levi leans in with profound intent.

His mouth melds to yours in a plush, indolent persuasion - feverish and potent yet profoundly fragile.

More a molten vow of surrender and pouring himself into your steady channel of light to be buoyed from drowning shadows.

Levi winds his arms around your torso in an anchor, plastering as much of his weary form to yours as humanly possible.

You can taste the notes of Earl Grey and bergamot saturating his every shuddering inhalation - each sweep of his velvety tongue reverent as monastery prayer against the holy seal of your enjoined frames.

The very air hangs suspended in beatific tranquility encapsulating you both, Levi silently drinking down every measure of your serene affirmations like a man perishing.

By the time he finally diffuses into a loose, simmered husk cradled against your chest, that gunmetal gaze has regained some starlit embers of its formidable gleam - bolstered from your ministering grace once more.

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Seventeen

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Seventeen: Occult Love versus Sweet Loves

Summary: (Y/N) and Saiki get dragged back into the Occult Love.

            “Saiki, all of the clubs must submit their reports,” said a teacher, shaking his head in frustration as he caught Saiki in the hall.

            I’m not in any clubs, thought Saiki.

            “Don’t slack off in the Occult Club,” said the teacher.

            “Oh, I forgot about that club,” said (Y/N).

            “I thought only presidents and vice-presidents submit reports,” said Saiki, furrowing his brow.

            “You’re the present,” said the teacher, exasperated.

            “What?”

            “That’s what Toritsuka said,” said the teacher. “He said you became the president.

            That bastard.

            “Rude not to tell you,” said (Y/N).

            “Rude to do it,” grumbled Saiki.

            “That will be all for today.” The teacher walked away.

            “That idiot,” grumbled Saiki. “I’m going to turn him into a ghost.”

            “A perpetual president for the Occult Club,” giggled (Y/N).

            “Hey, Saiki, (Y/N)!” said Yumehara, walking up.

            “Oh, hi, Chiyo,” said (Y/N), smiling. They noticed the papers in Yumehara’s hands. “Are you the vice-president?”

            She nodded. “Thanks for helping. Toritsuka never shows up. You two should show up at the club more, too. It’s always just me and Arisu. The two of us wait every day.”

            “Every day?”

            She has an intense look on her face… thought (Y/N).

            “We’re left wondering whether you guys will show up,” said Yumehara. “Always waiting. Just the two of us. Why don’t you come? Why? Did you forget about us?”

            She sounds like a ghost…

            She sounds terrifying. “Alright, I got it.” Saiki didn’t want Yumehara’s ire if she was this intense already.

            “I’m sorry for missing so much!” said (Y/N) quickly.

            “You’re going to come?” The dark aura around Yumehara dissipated into a smile. “Yes!” The one I really want is Kaidou, but this is fine. Better than nothing!

            I want to go home.

            “This is our club room,” said Yumehara, leading them down the hall.

            “We have a club room?”

            “I thought our club room was the woods or haunted houses,” said (Y/N).

            “You’ll be surprised at the inside,” said Yumehara.

            Who knows what that means.

            “Here!” Yumehara threw open the door to reveal a room of cuteness rather than creepiness.

            It was pink, filled with stuffed animals, covered in soft rugs, and lit by sparkling lights.

            “Wow! Not scary at all!” said (Y/N), beaming.

            “Saiki, (L/N), it’s so nice to see you!” said a girl with barrettes in her hair.

            “Who is that?” said Saiki.

            “Hello, Makino!” said (Y/N), greeting her easily. True, she used to have her hair over her eyes and generally be more intimidating, but they recognized her.

            “Oh.”

            “I wanted to ask you about boys,” said Makino, looking at Yumehara.

            “Oh, are you making progress?” said Yumehara excitedly.

            “Ah.” That was the reason for the changes.

            “A little, but he’s ignoring my texts,” said Makino.

            “Let’s interview a boy and someone who likes girls today to see how they think!” said Yumehara, smirking.

            “She’s talking about us, isn’t she,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping. Their panromantic-ness was biting them in the ass.

            “Yes,” said Saiki.

            “Saiki, (Y/N), will you please sit down?” said Yumehara, smiling at them “innocently.”

            “We should just finish the paperwork and go do homework—”

            “Sit down.” A dark aura radiated out from Yumehara.

            “We have a few minutes.” Saiki and (Y/N) sat.

            “The other day I saw Ayabe with a girl and texted him, ‘who is she?’ ” said Makino.

            “And he ignored you, I see,” said Yumehara. “I mean, you’re not even dating him, so…”

            “But we’ve been flirting,” said Makino.

            “Maybe you’re being too pushy?” said Yumehara. “Saiki, (Y/N), what do you think?”

            Saiki felt like drifting away into space. I couldn’t care less.

            “Maybe just ask him how his day was?” suggested (Y/N).

            “Hm…” Yumehara and Makino seemed dubious.

            “I know!” Yumehara clapped her hands together. “Let’s try the usual. We can ask Sayaka.” From below the table, Yumehara pulled out a cracked doll that looked like it had been buried and dug up about a hundred times.

            (Y/N) and Saiki watched in horror as Makino and Yumehara rolled out a Ouija board, took a crystal on a string, and dripped blood from their fingers into a bowl.

            “Let’s play, Sayaka,” said Yumehara.

            “Let’s have a chat, Sayaka,” said Makino. “Here’s some sweet red water.”

            “Nope,” said (Y/N), standing. They didn’t like the doll, and they didn’t like rituals.

            “This is something,” said Saiki. This was beyond what even Toritsuka had planned for the Occult Club.

            “Sayaka, will I hear back from Ayabe?” Makino held Sayaka, and the string from her mouth swung around. “She said yes!”

            “That’s great, Arisu!” said Yumehara. “What a relief.”

            “They’ve been absorbing the worse attributes of the other. They’re both boy-crazy and into the occult,” said Saiki, the realization sending a shiver of horror down his spine.

            “I’m out,” said (Y/N), going towards the door.

            “Right,” agreed Saiki.

            “Saiki, (Y/N), where are you going?” Yumehara spoke with a dark tone, glaring at the pair. “You can’t leave while Sayaka is here.”

            “Sayaka might curse you,” said Makino.

            “Seriously, who the hell is Sayaka?”

            “Kusuo, I’m scared,” whispered (Y/N).

            “I am, too,” admitted Saiki.

            “You should consult Sayaka, too!” said Makino and Yumehara, synchronized.

            “Maybe something about dating,” said Yumehara.

            “We want to hear about you two, too,” said Makino.

            “This is scary in a different way,” said Saiki.

            “I don’t think they’ll let us go,” said (Y/N), eyes wide.

            Yumehara grabbed Saiki, and Makino grabbed (Y/N). The pair made eye-contact and shivered. They were shoved into their chairs, and Makino and Yumehara grinned evilly.

            “So, tell us. You must have crushes on someone, right?” said Yumehara. “(Y/N), you’re always so tight-lipped.”

            “You must like someone!” said Makino.

            “I like to keep things close to myself,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

            “Saiki, then. Tell us!” demanded Yumehara.

            “Stop trying to push this topic onto us,” said Saiki.

            I know! This is a good chance. I’ll find out what he thinks of Kokomi! thought Yumehara. “Fine, not a crush, but is there someone you think is really cute?”

            “I think all my friends are cute!” said (Y/N) with a wide smile.

            So wholesome, thought everyone present.

            “…Saiki?” said Yumehara with renewed fervor.

            “I care about more than that,” said Saiki. But (Y/N) is cute.

            “Really? Are you sure? Not even a girl whose name starts with ‘t’ and ends in ‘i’?” said Yumehara. Why can’t you figure out who I’m talking about?

            Your questioning just lacks any tact. Try harder. No, actually, don’t. Leave me alone.

            “They’re both hiding something!” declared Yumehara.

            “We have no choice,” said Makino.

            “We’ll ask Sayaka.” Yumehara had the wild look in her eyes again as she held Sayaka up and pendulum swung. “Who does Saiki like?”

            “The first syllable is ‘te!’ ” gasped Makino.

            “She’s moving it herself, isn’t she?” whispered (Y/N). Saiki nodded.

            We’ll get you to confess! Yumehara had a devious edge, that was for sure.

            “Next syllable is ‘ru,’ ” said Makino excitedly. “Teru? The vocalist?”

            “There’s more,” said Yumehara. “The next one is ‘ha.’ ”

            “You’re right!” gasped Makino. “Wait, how did you know?”

            “Let’s see what the last one is,” said Yumehara. She moved it towards “shi.”

            Saiki’s telekinesis dragged it to “n.”

            “Teruhan?” said Yumehara and Makino.

            “Who the hell is that?” said Yumehara.

            Yare yare. You might anger Sayaka. Saiki smirked slightly. If they wanted to play with his “feelings,” then he’d play, too.

            “Let’s try again,” said Yumehara, raising Sayaka.

            The lights turned out. (Y/N) grabbed Saiki’s sleeve, confident in that fact that he was behind this but surprised nonetheless.

            “I can’t see anything!” cried Yumehara.

            “Hey!” said Makino, reaching out.

            They bumped into each other, and Sayaka fell to the ground. She shattered into a million pieces, and the girls gasped.

            “Is this a sign?” Makino trembled.

            “It might be.” Yumehara shivered.

            Saiki shook the locker, and the two girls gasped in fear.

            “Sayaka is angry!” cried Yumehara. “Because I messed with the ritual…”

            “How could you?!” said Makino, almost afraid.

            “My face is shattered.” The pieces of Sayaka rose into the air, and Saiki spoke with a feminine voice through the doll. “Why did you do this to me?”

            “A-Arisu, did you say something?” said Yumehara slowly.

            “No…did you?” said Makino.

            “Then who’s that talking?” said Yumehara.

            “You’re so mean to me,” said “Sayaka.” “Don’t you like me?”

            “The doll’s not there!” cried Yumehara, looking at the ground where it had fallen. “Where is it?”

            “Die!” cried “Sayaka,” eyes glowing red.

            Yumehara and Makino screamed and ran for the door. Throwing it open, they raced out of there for their lives.

            The lights flicked on, and Saiki smirked as Sayaka hovered in the air. “That was me, of course.”

            (Y/N) breathed out a sigh of relief. “Still creepy.” They shivered.

            “Now we don’t have to deal with the Occult Club,” said Saiki, putting Sayaka down. It was repaired now. “We’re finally done.”

            (Y/N) followed Saiki to the door, paused, and frowned. They looked back at where the pendulum had landed on the Ouija board. They swallowed. “Uh…maybe not.”

            Saiki looked back and saw the pendulum pointing at the world “no.”

            “…Let’s leave.”

            “Yeah…”

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            Yare yare. Saiki sighed and flopped down on his bed after dealing with his parents’ “who loves who more” competition all morning. He had even had to bring out the Love Meter to judge it, which had almost ended badly for him when they made it a competition of who loved him more. Saiki glanced up at the device, still floating and displaying a zero since no one was around. Why are some of my powers so weird?

            Ding!

            Saiki glanced at his phone, and a text message from “baker<3” popped up. ((Y/N) put their name in his phone like that. He was too lazy to change it back. Obviously. …And it was cute). Saiki smiled slightly upon seeing the message.

baker<3: I’ve packed up the picnic basket! Where are we going to see the cherry blossoms?

Mr. Coffee Jelly (Again, his name in (Y/N)’s phone. It was whatever. It totally didn't matter to him): I’ll come pick you up.

baker<3: Awesome! I’m so excited

            Dring!

            Saiki glanced at the Love Meter. It displayed the number “38095” now, as bright and intense as his parents’ love for one another. He looked back down at his phone. Back at the love meter.

            Oh, wow.

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            “The cherry blossoms look so pretty,” said (Y/N), smiling as they sat down beside Saiki.

            They had sweets, sandwiches, and fruit laid out for a nice picnic with their boyfriend. To avoid being interrupted, Saiki had teleported them to another city to enjoy the cherry blossoms, that way they could just have a normal date together.

            “Thank you for making sure we had a spot and got some time together,” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) lay back and popped a strawberry into their mouth. Saiki watched them smile, and the wind blew the pink petals up around them. Due to their pink pants and white sweater, they looked like a blossom themself. Saiki’s gaze softened, and a small smile appeared on his face. He really was so lucky for the moments he got with them.

            “Thank you for baking,” said Saiki, picking up a cookie.

            “I love doing it, and it makes you happy, so it’s a win-win,” said (Y/N), grinning at him.

            “You do a lot for me,” said Saiki, looking at them intently. “Thank you. I don’t deserve it.”

            “Kusuo, you do,” said (Y/N). They took his hand. “You help everyone around you, and you’re always so sweet to me.”

            “I’m sweet?” Saiki was doubtful. Even his own parents knew he could be cold.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N) honestly. They gestured to their earrings. “Do you need me to take these off to make sure you know I’m telling the truth?”

            “I believe you,” said Saiki, though the vulnerability exposing their thoughts with him would show made his heartbeat quicken in adoration.

            “Good, then stop thanking me and come and enjoy our date,” said (Y/N). “That’s all I need from you.”

            Saiki lay down next to them and looked up at the pink trees. He handed (Y/N) another strawberry and took another cookie for himself.

            (Y/N) snuggled closer to him, holding his hand tightly and leaning their head on his shoulder. These were the moments they loved the most. Any time with Saiki was wonderful, but these soft moments where they were just themselves, in love—

            Oh, god. (Y/N) froze for a moment. I love Kusuo? I love Kusuo. I love Kusuo!

            They were head-over-heels forever and ever in love with Saiki. They had always liked him, had come to care for him as more than a friend, and had realized the real word now—love. (Y/N) smiled. I love Kusuo.

            Gently, they caught a falling flower blossom. “Kusuo.” He looked at them, and (Y/N) sat up a little, turning to face him. Softly, they tucked the flower behind his ear.

            They grinned. “Adorable.” They loved him.

            Saiki smiled slightly as they looked at him. It was such a simple action, but the mere idea that they thought of him and were so gentle with him set his heart aflutter. He really didn’t deserve them. He watched (Y/N) pulled out their phone and turn their camera around for a selfie.

            They leaned in and kissed his cheek, the flower in his hair and the petals fluttering around them framing them. Saiki’s telekinesis held the petals in place as (Y/N) snapped the photo, eyes closed and lips on his cheek. Saiki smiled slightly just as the subtle ‘click’ of the camera went off.

            (Y/N) grinned as they looked at the photo, pocketed their phone, and lay back down next to him. “Thank you, Kusuo.”

            Saiki gazed at them as they looked back up at the pink trees. Saiki’s smile didn’t fade. They were the best thing that happened to them. Saiki loved them—

            He blinked.

            He loved them. Saiki loved (Y/N). The word hadn’t appeared, but the feeling—oh, the feeling was there. Saiki smiled slightly and held (Y/N)’s hand tighter.

            (Y/N) looked at him. “Kusuo?”

            “I’m glad I’m here with you, (Y/N).” He loved them.

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[starry-bi-sky]

changeling danny has his wretched little claws in me so here's some AU fey lore

Okay so, i've got a lot of ideas for the Fey Lore in this au. But to start out what may become a sling of posts: a simplified set up of the Infinite Realms. I think I mentioned it before in a reblog of the original changeling danny post, but the fey wilds exist in the IR. In most fanon I see the same scale as the rest of the realms, however i have a different idea for it.

In simplified terms, the fey wilds and the ghost zone are two different things. They both exist in the Infinite Realms, however, they exist on different planes of existence. In simplified terms, there are three separate planes in the Infinite Realms.

The Long Far: Highest realm in the infinite realms. Home to most, if not all, the Ancients. Beings that reside in The Long Far are eldritch abominations, gods, personifications of concepts, and other celestial-type beings. The only way to access the Long Far is through the Starflare Currents in the Feywilds. Which are a nebula of stars that work similar to the ocean currents in Finding Nemo. They are a rapid vortex full of stars that pass over the feywilds that can be seen at night. In order to reach the Long Far, one must fly up to the Current and latch onto one of the stars rapidly flying past. And then they must stay on the star until the currents begin to ascend rapidly upwards. This is harder than it sounds. Ever been indoor surfing? Where you lie on your stomach on a small board and try not to get flung off? Exact same concept. It’s basically the world’s most terrifying escalator to the gods.

The Fey Wilds: The Fey Wilds isn't exactly strictly home to the Fey, however for convenience sake I'm calling it the Fey Wilds. This is the home to fey and other folklore and mythological creatures that may not want to reside in the Ghost Zone. There are no Fey in the GZ. It's not that they hate being down there, but. well.. they hate being down there. They think the place is ugly. The Fey Wilds has ever shifting, expanding amount of biomes. These biomes range from massive redwood forests, to swamps, to essentially Pandora from Avatar. The place can look almost entirely human one moment, and then like a different planet the next. Fey and other inhabitants know how to navigate this easily -- but ghosts? Not so much. There are currently two known ways to reach the Fey Wilds from the Ghost Zone and vice versa: Lake Portals, and Cave Tunnels. Which I will expand upon in a moment.

Ghost Zone: Exactly how it sounds! The Ghost Zone is, well, the ghost zone! It's essentially the same as canon. Same looks, same everything. This is the home of mortal souls and the occasional mythological creature or two, as well as weaker concept spirits. By that I mean like, ecto-octopi. Concept spirits can manifest in both the GZ and Feywilds. Ghosts tend to stick inside the Ghost Zone and avoid venturing into the Fey Wilds because, well, they're still mortal souls. They're gonna get jumped by a fey looking for a new decoration or a new pet/servant/whatever. Best to honestly avoid the fey wilds as a whole.

Now, I just mentioned that there were two known ways to reach the Fey Wilds from the Ghost Zone: lake portals and cave tunnels. I made goofy little visual aides which I will attach below, and then I will explain how they work.

I'll start with the Lake Portals. They are, well, as the name suggests lake portals. Not every lake in the fey wild is a portal to the ghost zone, and vice versa. They're rather uncommon to find in both planes, but it's not like they're hard to recognize.

In the Fey Wilds, lake portals will have a sheen over the water like an oil spill. But instead of the regular rainbow-y colors, it will instead have the ghost zone's colors swirling in it; green and purple. The water will have that sickly green tint to it, and have a slight glow. The plant life surrounding the water are not typically what you'd find in the Fey Wilds, but might in the Ghost Zone. They look different from the regular noxious swamp bogs in the wilds, so its easy to tell that they're lake portals.

In the Ghost Zone, the lake portals will instead be shimmery and blue like a tropical ocean. And just like how there are GZ plants in the fey wilds surrounding the water, there's fey wild plants on the island where the lake is.

How these portals work is rather simple. You dive in and begin swimming down. It's a long swim down, but that's all you gotta do. It will get dark, as there are no plant life in these portals, and no aquatic life either.

It starts getting complicated when you reach what I like to call the border. The border is as the name implies; its a border between the planes. In the lakes it's not physical, however you will feel when you've reached the border and crossed it. Intense vertigo washes over you as your sense of gravity begins to shift and flip; up is becoming down, down is becoming up.

Your goal at this point is to try and push through that vertigo and discomfort and make it to the other side of the border, without getting flipped upside down and swimming back to the surface you came from. This is harder than it sounds as you become dizzy underwater, and since there's no light anywhere, you will try and instinctively seek it out and follow it. You're down too deep to know where that light is.

Once you've reached the other end of the border successfully, your gravity will have flipped without you needing to do anything. You are now swimming up to the surface, and once you do, boom! You're in the ghost zone! Lake Portals are faster to use than tunnels, but very disorientating.

Now cave tunnels are longer, but simpler. Essentially some caves have tunnels that lead into the ghost zone, similar to how in greek mythology there are random entrances to the underworld in the mortal world. I haven't exactly figured out what the tell is for when you're in a tunnel leading to the Ghost Zone, but I know that when it's the other way around it's rather easy -- as you start to climb up.

It's a less complicated explanation: essentially you are descending into the ghost zone through this tunnel. You are on your way down like Orpheus in search of his wife, or like Heracles doing his twelve labors. It can get claustrophobic and of course there is the border.

Unlike experiencing a shift in gravity, you're instead hit with the intense vertigo and an intrinsic fear to turn around. It's an instinctual response to your surroundings changing on a molecular level, and your body in response is telling you to Flee. Basically, you've taken a rip of the Cave Gasses and you feel like you're losing your mind. Once you exit the border its smooth sailing.

Sometimes you get unlucky and there's a Pit Drop and you're suddenly Alice in Wonderlanding your way down to the Ghost Zone. But hey! At least you're not swimming.

those are currently the only two ways i've come up with for traveling between the GZ and Fey Wilds. But all in all, it's meant to be very disorientating stuff; vertigo and nausea-inducing, with just a dash of Existentially Terrifying. Traveling between planes usually is.