#well aside from the weak spot but he still didn't know about that back when

[franeridan]

thinking about mydei's curse and phainon's attachment to him in relation to phainon having already once lost everything and how mydei's immortality must feel like a comfort to someone so afraid of being the last one standing again. also about the possibility of flame reaver being a phainon that did lose everything agian and that did see mydei leave him at last and how easily to me that explains why he lost it enough to go berserk like that

[maybankslover]

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rafe's virgin gf

20y/o's

she wasn't ashamed, maybe she had been waiting a little too long to find someone who loved her to do it but she wasn't ashamed.

what she would admit was that she was intimidated, rafe cameron had been a man whore even when they were in high-school so when they started dating she already knew everything she needed to know. same friend group since they were in kindergarten and as he knew she was a virgin she knew about most of his rendezvous.

and she would be lying if she hadn't imagined him getting her into every position possible in the world, if when she read those fanfictions she used to get herself off didn't imagined him instead of whatever character she was reading about doing those things to her. she was a little scared of sex, her mind could be filthy but she was scared to her core to be exposed like that so she used to enjoy the fact that rafe didn't went further than grinding with her.

until it got too much, the pleassure was being unberable and the need of his skin on hers clouded her mind, the scary feeling about sex and what he would think of her completely nude in front of him were pushed aside and oh lord if she didn't wish she had done it sooner.

it kept getting better and better, he listened and cared to everything she would tell him and she started to learn which spots turned him weak even tho she was afraid to even touch his dick.

she learnt how the touch of her fingertips in his chest going down from behind him as he sat on a chair, her hand landing right above his ribs, thumb brushing against his nipple or how kissing the corner of his mouth would have her on her back in a second. a hand landing on his v line when they watched a movie will always end with her hand inside his grey sweatpants.

and the not so bright side of learning how to, well, how to fuck would be the second or third time she gave him a blow job and bit him a little.

"fuck!" he exclaimed in pain as she rushed to get her mouth off of him.

"shit rafe I'm sorry." she looked up at him, still with his eyes closed as his breathing steadied. "baby?"

"it's-it's alright, you're just starting to learn. everything is alright." he opened his eyes and pulled her up to sit on his lap, the cushion of the sofa feeling nice under her knees. "but let's go with something else for now." he chuckled but she didn't still feeling bad for hurting him.

"I hurt you didn't i?" her bottom lip trembled. "I'm so sorry rafey."

"hey hey it's okay." he peppered her cheek with kisses. "there's no other way I would've liked more to be hurt than that way." she giggled at his words. "what? it's true."

"you are not mad?" his eyes softened at her words.

"no baby, i'm not." she closed her eyes as he kissed softly commissure of her lips a few times, one of the hands that rested on her waist descended and his finger touched where all her blood preassure seemed to have gone to. "want something else now tho." pushing aside the cotton fabric covering her.

she leaned up and forward on her knees, allowing him to push her down and link them together.

"much better pretty girl."

and he continued to learn too, this time was that his girl could do anything and he would stay hard at the sight of her either way.

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[leighsartworks216]

You're Not A Burden

Zayne x gn!therapist friend!Reader

Based on my own experience as the therapist friend and my struggles with being genuine about my emotions with people close to me ✌️

Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, childhood friends, crying, nightmares

Word Count: 1,517

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Zayne has seen this same pattern ever since you were little; the weight of being the person everyone dumps their problems onto, rants to, leans on no matter how small you may be. It's happened for so long now, he can't remember a time you weren't the one stepping up to bear the brunt of someone else's troubles.

He remembers so vividly one day during recess. Your friend was crying because one of the teachers was being mean and unfair. You held them close, let them cry into your shoulder and blubber about their troubles. And then you went into class with that same teacher, experienced that same cruelty, and held your tongue. It was never about being stronger than anyone else, or that admitting anything was wrong was a weakness; only that admitting anything was wrong would place your troubles onto somebody else.

One time, when his parents were away, he slept over at your house in a pillow fort in the living room. He woke up before you, and you had dry tears on your cheeks.

You take the burdens as easy as you take in a breath of air. Even now, in the middle of your quiet night in, your friend called to rant about their job, their relationships - anything they needed to get off their shoulders. You smiled apologetically at Zayne, kissed his cheek, and disappeared into the bedroom to finish the call without disturbing him further.

He understands, better than most, how difficult it is to watch someone suffer, physically or emotionally. How many times had he gone out of his way to ease the burden of his patients outside of medical care? Trying to get a plushie from the arcade for a girl who was too sick to get it herself. Playing chess with a lonely old man, even when it cut into his lunch breaks. But even he has limits to the burdens he carries.

He listens attentively for your voice through the closed door from his seat on the couch. Quiet hums to show you're listening. Muffled words of advice and support. The call goes on for some time, an hour or more, but not once does he hear you talk about your own struggles. Yet, he knows work has been more demanding lately, you haven't been sleeping or eating well, and you were really looking forward to an uninterrupted night in with him - information gathered through observation, more than not.

Not a single word of complaint.

He can't focus on his book, so he sets it aside in exchange for his laptop. The soft clack of keys fills the silence. It nearly drowns out your voice entirely; the typing pauses every now and then to listen when you speak. His work isn't as efficient, so focused on listening for you, but he manages to get through a few emails and a report or two.

When the door opens, he perks up like a dog whose owner just came home. His fingers are still on the keyboard as he watches you come out from the hallway, smiling apologetically once more as you tuck your phone away with a final glance.

"Sorry about that," you murmur as you sit back in your spot on the couch. He closes his laptop and sets it aside. "Lisa's been having a lot of guy troubles lately and just got back from a bad date."

He hums his acknowledgement and turns his body to face you. Cool hands grab yours, holding them in his lap as his thumbs massage into your palms and work out the tension in your fingers. "You didn't say much."

You laugh lightly, as though it's completely normal. As though it should be completely normal. "I didn't want to bother her with my own problems - she has enough of her own to deal with."

"What problems would those be?" he questions. You tense up, like you want to pull away. You don't, but you stare at the ministrations of his hands with a shake of your head.

"It's nothing."

"But if they're problems," he tilts his head, trying to catch your gaze, "shouldn't I know about them?"

You glance at him with a grin that doesn't quite meet your eyes, and a slight downturn in your brow. "You're not on duty right now, Dr. Zayne."

He lifts one of your hands to kiss your palm. Your fingers brush his cheek. He leans into them without thought. "I didn't think I had to be to listen to my partner's issues," he shoots back, shooting down your deflection. His voice grows softer. "It's unhealthy to keep negative emotions bottled up. I am always here to listen should you need to let them out."

Something stirs in your eyes. Discomfort, at being called out and exposed. Worry, and fear. You look away again. "I don't want to bother you with that stuff."

"Who said you would be bothering me? I want to hear about the issues you have, however minor they may be." He releases one of your hands to cup your cheek. He directs your face back to him, leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, stealing your ability to look away. Your eyes remain lowered, staring at his nose. "You always carry the burdens of others. Allow me to carry your burdens, before you collapse under the weight."

You're silent. He shifts his fingers slightly, resting his middle and ring finger over your pulse point just under your jaw. Your heart is beating wildly. It stutters, jumps, skips. You inhale softly.

"You..." You shake your head slightly, nose brushing his. Your free hand fiddles with your pant leg. "You don't tell me about the issues you have, either."

He smiles slightly, wryly, as though you've just started trying to deal with a shrewd businessman who can't resist haggling.

"I had a nightmare last night," he admits softly. That draws your eyes up to his, finally. "When I woke up, it felt like I was still in the dream."

"What was it about?"

He gives you a pointed look. You frown. Your hand clenches around your pant leg, like admitting anything about yourself is agonizingly painful.

"I... I haven't been eating lunch during my breaks."

It's barely admitting anything, but he hums his approval nonetheless. "I was in the hospital, but the corridors were dark. I heard your voice echoing down the halls..." Your heart skips a beat in time with your concerned look. "Why aren't you eating lunch?"

You squeeze your eyes shut, hiding from the inevitable disapproval on his face. "I haven't been sleeping well, so I've been sleeping in my car during my breaks... I... passed out once, at my desk, because I was so tired... I don't want to concern my coworkers like that again." You wait a few seconds before cracking your eyes open. Sure enough, it's his turn to frown with worry. He knew you were tired lately, but he hadn't heard anything about you passing out at work. He can only be grateful you weren't out on the field at that time. "What happens next?"

"... I can't find you." His frown deepens, eyes flickering down your face, taking you in. "No matter where I look, you're not there. And when I wake up, it takes a moment for my mind to catch up and realize you're right there beside me."

Neither of you speak. Your pulse is calm now. The dark bags under your eyes concerns him more than ever now. The daze in his eyes when you woke up this morning to find him looking over your face flickers back into memory.

Eventually, he breaks the silence. "We'll take our lunch breaks together," he tells you, leaving no room for argument. "The next time you feel faint at work, or too tired to keep going, please tell me."

You nod slowly, silently sealing a promise with him. "The next time you have a nightmare like that, you have to tell me, too."

He nods in return. "I will."

You blink, pausing, waiting for something that doesn't ever come. Waiting for him to decide your burdens are too heavy to bear, or become disillusioned with you now that you're no longer this infallible beacon of strength and dependency. But it never comes. Instead, Zayne strokes your cheek with all the tender patience in the world, rubs his nose purposefully against yours in semblance of a kiss, sits quietly with you with no expectations.

Large drops of water begin to form in your waterline. You swallow, fighting the starting tremors in your lungs. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him, helping you sit in his lap where you hug him around his neck and hide your face in his shoulder.

He kisses the side of your head as your body cries with a practiced silence, rubbing his hand in soothing motions against your back. "You're not a burden for having problems, or for sharing them with others," he whispers. "You don't have to carry everything alone anymore."

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[bnsni]

Can you please rant about your favorite Prowl imagines?

I have so many. Prowl is a perfect box of delicious imagines. (Mild nsfw)

His personality, for starters, is really interesting if he ever had a person he liked. There's two ways I'd like to think how prowl would react.

Realistically, he'll consider you to be a weakness and does what he always does best when it comes to weaknesses — he avoids it. It's tempting to imagine he'll act cold to you, give you the cold shoulder and douse you with his icy-cold glare. You'll never know why he acts that way and he'll make sure you never find out. (His pride and misery depends on it. )

But, and this sound crazy, can you imagine a prowl not being cold but instead accepting of his feelings? Like, the moment he starts noticing and realizing why he acts the way he does around you (Door wings more expressive, face plate pinched in a way he's more focused, and the biggest giveaway : his sparkrate picks up.)

Obviously, avoiding you is going to distract him. Even worse, meddle with his work. So, his TACNET proposed he might as well get on with it and confess.

He did spare some mind not bring it out too bluntly, guiding you to the garden then holding your hand. The way he said it made it sound like Cybertron will verge on destruction if he didn't confess (if you also didn't accept) and if it were any other person he'd understand if they slapped the engex out of him and walk away. Nothing good comes out a coerced relationship.

Which is why he was genuinely surprised when you accepted. His TACNET temporarily sputtered, crunching on same words over and over again. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes—"

He was like that. For the entire day.

With the confession out of the way, I'd like to think, aside from lumbering through base with his 'Work Personality' turned on, he's unusually gentle with you. He's still prowl. Sassy prowl. Grouchy prowl. Straight to the point Prowl. Table flipping prowl. But he's a lot less that when he's with you. (Can you tell I love grouchy characters with soft spots) . You saw all the times he's calm. All the times he's gentle and all the times he's loving.

Like Earthspark prowl, I want him touchy. I want him handsy. Ratchet notices Prowl actually gets off work on time these past few months. Prowl is quick to stride into your little house and pick you up by the arm does, emulating the way you do with your car, and nuzzles you. He loves the soft touch of your palms on his back, especially the sensitive spot between his door wings. Whenever you press down, his wings flutter and flatten, engine revving into a purr.

He likes the touch of anything soft. That includes your body, your bed that smells like you, and pillows. But the thing is, he's too big for your bed so anytime he comes and stays over, you both retreat to the living room where the entire space is a mattress comprised of all the pillows you hogged from every corner of your house. Prowl liked to press his face into your belly and chess and recharge.

He's got an exceptionally brilliant sense of smell. Which is why you never won at bide and seek. In all of the hiding spaces you used, prowl simply snatched you out like a wet rag with a twist to his lips.

Prowl doesn't care if he has to show affection in public. He'll only do it when he wants to and doesn't care of what people think. Of course, there's a time and place too, he's not that indecent freaky.

I can't help but envision him to be perfect husband material XD

He's straightforward. He might hide some things from you, either becuase it's a safety concern or something else entirely. But hey, you have to trust him on this. The only thing you have to know is that there's a special place in his spark that has you in it.

He learnt how to cook human food, and is incredibly precise with it. He thinks too much or too little of the said ingredient might poison you, while simultaneously using a decade old energon mix to whip up his meal. And, possibly, get sick from it. But his favorite past time is scouring through the Earth Internet and trying to bake sweets. He might even try to make you Organic-friendly Cybertronian food with how insistent you are sometimes.

And when you're all but being cute with him, sometimes he have limits and he'll pinch your chin and tip your head up into a kiss.

It's always fun when he's horny. Mostly becuase he's just awkward about. Like he doesn't know what to tell you how to deal with this raging boner he has .... sit on it, please?

Prowl doesn't want to mess up this relationship like he always did with the many ones he could've had something more. He's tired of fighting against himself. For once he realized he could have something different. Maybe, live a normal life. Have actual people who care about him.

At some point he notices the subtle nuances in his behavior ever since he accepted his feelings. He thinks he might relapse and shrink into his shell again. But with your head on his lap, playing your phone as he reads his report — sometimes things aren't meant for change.

[semiweirdshipper]

Hello! 💖

For the Wesker ask, how do you think he would reaction to a situation similar to 'When a Survivor Bullies'? Perhaps at first he sees little things happening during trials or simply overhears survivors talking about said things, and then he sees them happen firsthand during a trial with Reader.

This was a beautiful ask, my lovely @jossambird. Thank you ❤️

I've actually daydreamed about this scenario, Wesker meeting 'When a Survivor Bullies' reader.

Alright. *Politely asks Herman to step aside. Grabs Albert by the face* Let's go, prince blondy, you're up.

Warnings: Blood and Violence.

...

Wesker hasn't been in the Entity's realm very long, but that doesn't stop him from picking up on things. There are other killers here as well, though he has no interest in contact with them. Friendship wasn't his style, and he didn't care for sensitive relationships. However, he does pick up on recurring conversations the other killers have- something about a new survivor facing traumatic bullying during trials.

At first, Wesker had no interest in the matter. Yeah, he was curious about why and how you were being bullied, but it really wasn't his business. Besides, the killer leaders already seemed to be wrecking their brains with ideas to try and help you. There was nothing Wesker needed to do.

Around a week passed.

During a trial, Wesker finally got to witness the horrific display of the other survivors grotesque behavior towards you.

He had been patrolling the area, wondering where all the survivors were when he heard a scream from the other side of the realm. Instantly, he had a sinking feeling in his gut. His mind sprang with guesses and theories about what could be happening, and he followed the sounds of wails, whimpers and screams.

Wesker soon came across a scene that had his mind turning to overdrive.

You were impaled by shrapnel that penetrated in through your back and out of your lower stomach. Stuck laying against a metal junk pile, you struggle to breathe and keep conscious. Blood oozed from your sealed wound, covering your entire front side.

You could barely look at him, your arms attempting pathetically to push you off the shrapnel, but you were stuck. You couldn't breathe very well, much less talk or whimper. The pain was indescribable. You were scared and hurt and you didn't know what to do. The killer was here now.

So, this is what the survivors did to you during trials? Why? What did they have against you? Why purposely lose manpower and increase the chances of dying during a trial? Why go through such great lengths to hurt you? You were practically brand new. You needed education, not... This.

Wesker never stopped walking towards you during his mental analysis, his glowing eyes hidden by his sunglasses. You were wearing a scarf around your neck, the bottom of your face covered in old, deep scars. He wondered what your story was. As he took out his knife, he began to speed up his pace.

Abnormal wounds don't heal during trials. Even if he managed to pull you off the shrapnel, it wouldn't do you any good- only cause more pain and a slow death. He might as well have mercy for both your sakes.

Coming to a stop in front of you, Wesker kneeled down, peering into your squinted eyes.

You winced, your mouth uttering a weak whine before resuming it's awful struggle for air. You were shaking slightly, blood dripping down your chin as you clutched the shrapnel bulging through your stomach. When you saw his knife, you squinted your eyes all the way shut, bowed your head and looked away.

Your reaction was all the information Wesker needed to make a decision.

Grabbing you, Wesker quickly shoved his knife into a spot in your body that would kill you immediately. He wasn't that cruel. He wouldn't make you suffer. You went limp in his arms, your breathing stopped and your limbs still. He stepped away from you, his knife covered in your blood as he stared at you for a minute.

He had a lot of work to do this trial.

The decision Wesker made was to find a way to stop the bullying once and for all. One, it wasn't necessary for trials and caused an imbalance of power. Two, it was unnecessary in general; typical human cruelty. And everyone wonders why he wants to save the world... And three, he was getting tired of seeing the other killers struggle with getting your attention. Honestly, did he have to do everything around here?

After obtaining information from the others, Wesker did not hesitate to make his way to the survivor camp grounds. There, he located each of your primary bullies and used uroboros to threaten each one of them. If they didn't stop bullying you, then there would be extreme consequences, and he would never cease to make them suffer endless torture. He would not have any of their bullshit. He was done.

If they touched you again, they were all dead.

Some odd amount of days passed. It seemed like the bullying had stopped if the ever relaxed Evan and Herman wasn't enough to go by. Everyone seemed relatively calmer and the stories about your bullying had eventually stopped being discussed. Everything was fine.

While he was isolated within his own realm, a series of gentle knocks on the gate lured him away from the library.

Wesker walked to the gate, ready to threaten whoever dared bother him until he saw your frightened, timid figure standing there. Oh. "Miss (y/n)," He stated, baring his teeth in a display of impatience.

You stood your ground though, your body trembling lightly. "I... I saw- I mean, I-I came here because I saw what you- what you did for me, and," You struggled to find proper words, "And I wanted to thank you."

"It was a mere convenience that someone intervene," Wesker explained, brushing it off, "I was simply doing what would benefit us both. That is all."

You were silent for a moment. Wesker almost thought about closing the gate until he saw you lower down onto your knees. Tears visibly glistened against your pale cheeks. You were shaking, your voice a grateful murmur.

"Still... Thank you. Thank you so much. You-huh... You don't know how much you helped me, I... I don't know how I-just... You saved my life. Thank you."

Wesker isn't used to human gratitude. In fact, he hadn't been expecting to hear from you at all, but it was kind of nice to see that you were capable of showing gratitude and appreciation. He really should just leave it at that, part ways with you and never speak to you again, but for some reason he found himself hesitating.

In the Entity's realm, Wesker had no way to fulfill his goals. He was constantly stuck in his own realm, alone and isolated, no one to talk to. Every day was the same story. Was it really so bad to desire some form of communication every once and a while?

Wesker was also ignoring the fact that he only felt this way towards you. Anyone else here could burn for all he cared, but you were different. He didn't want to use logic to try and explain himself right now. He just wanted to let his mouth do it's own thing, ask it's own questions.

"Are they treating you well?" He asked.

On the ground, you hesitated, one hand wiping at your messy face, "Better now, yes. Thank you."

Wesker had a hunch that you were lying, but he decided it was best not to probe too fast right now. "Do I stand correct when I say that you won't miss them if I were to invite you in for a while?" He asked, gesturing to the innards of the police station.

Gasping a bit, you looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. Timid, uncertain and scared, you slowly shake your head, "Yes."

"Good," Wesker said, "Come inside."

And that is how the relationship started.

...

Of course there's so much more plot I could write, but this is the general gist. I think using the Bully reader was a great idea. I might make a part two where he gives the reader more in depth emotional support, and broaden their relationship. All in all, it was pretty enjoyable!

Thank you so much for the ask!

[enkvyu]

"good morning."

"what."

your breath condenses as you exhale in soften shock, the presence of your boyfriend waiting by your bedroom door at a time when the moon still shone simply perplexing to you. gojo smiles, kindly, patiently, as you sniffle and force the gears in your head to turn.

finally, you shuffle up and sit upright in bed. "what are you doing here?" you croak, throat protesting from the lack of use.

"i came as fast as i could when you told me you were sick."

"it's almost three in the morning."

"that's why i said good morning."

your body takes a screenshot.

gojo laughs in a single breath and pushes himself off the doorframe, untucking his hands from behind his back.

he isn't in his usual jujutsu uniform you realise, as he steps into a spot where the moonlight shines through your window and spills onto the carpet. instead of his uniform, he's wearing a tight black shirt that's riddled with cuts and it's styled with an outrageous amount of scars on his face.

you can't help it, worry forces you up.

gojo catches you in his arms as you attempt to get out of bed, the rush of motion causing your head to spin but you don't care, you couldn't possibly. you trace a scar by his lips with your thumb.

"what happened to you?"

his lips quirk upward and you catch the movement with the tip of your finger. "do you think i look tougher with the scars?"

"what do i think? are you serious? you look like you’re on your deathbed, what happened?" your voice rises and he shushes you gently.

"okay, okay, i'm sorry. don't be mad, please?"

"why are you covered in scars?" you say instead.

"i got into a fight."

there's another scar across his cheek and you trace it. "with who?"

gojo tilts his head towards your hand so that your palm ends up caressing his cheek. "no one important especially because, you know, he's dead now."

"and you're definitely okay?"

he nods into your hand. "i think the one who isn't okay, is you."

you sniffle. "i took medicine already, i'll be fine. but you, god gojo, where do i even start?"

"you can start by getting over your fever."

your boyfriend tries to wiggle out of your hold but you only clench tighter, intent on keeping him close by. "are you sure you're okay?"

the smile he gives you is pure sweetness. he leans forward to kiss your cheek and you feel his grin even then. "of course. i’m more than okay, you’ll never guess who i just won against."

there's still doubt in your gaze when he pulls back and he laughs, breath hitting your face.

"i already went and got checked up by a doctor that i really trust." he adds.

it’s hard to not believe him when he looks at you like this, so you relent, sitting back. “shouldn't you be sleeping and resting up, then?”

gojo takes something out from the bag you didn't know he had been carrying, and places it on your bedside table. "shouldn't you? how could i sleep well knowing you were probably suffocating from all that snot in your nose?"

you scrunch up your face and glance quickly at the pile of used tissues on the table that he had to brush aside. "i was just about to blow my nose actually." your argue sounds weak even to your own ears.

he hums like he believes you. "right. and when was the last time you took any fever medication?"

"i think i went to bed at around eight?"

he tsks. "you're long overdue for something."

you recall his earlier words. “so, who was the guy you just beat?”

his eyes glint in the light. “guess.”

you groan. “i don’t know, was it the guy you were talking about a few weeks ago?”

“sukuna?”

“why are you asking me like i know?”

gojo makes a face at you. “but yeah, it was him. i beat him real good too.”

you’ve never really believed in gojo’s outlandish tales, of scary monsters and magic people, but sometimes your boyfriend will come home with injuries just as mindboggling, and you must admit you’d believe him a little then.

still, you can’t hide the taunting smile that passes through. “yeah babe, you really showed him.”

he sticks out his tongue and unpacks the bag he brought.

you watch as he walks in and out your room, holding nothing in his hands one second and appearing with a thermos later. he pours steaming water into a mug and places that down next to the bottle of medicine. it's the liquid type, and you wonder if it became a habit to buy it over tablets and pills, from raising megumi and tsukimi.

"babe, i don't want you to stay up just for me." your blocked nose causes the b's to come out as m's. “especially if you’re injured.”

"i'm your boyfriend, this is what i'm meant to do." he says. “and i’m fine, seriously.”

"i'm pretty sure this is a job for my parents, not you."

"i'm trying to be romantic." gojo sighs, measuring out the bright red liquid into a medicine cup. "but of course, you have to be incredibly snarky, even more so now that you're sick."

you rub your nose. "careful, i'm extremely emotional right now. you could easily make me cry."

he spares you a quick glance. "you'll live. here, take this."

gojo hands you the medicine cup and nudges forward the mug of warm water. looking up, he eyes you expectantly.

you meet his gaze hesitantly. "does this... taste gross?"

there's a silence until gojo starts laughing. "are you a child? i don't even think you could taste it even if you tried."

"i'm literally a patient, don't laugh at me."

"just drink the syrup."

"in shoujo mangas, isn't this when you're meant to be nicer to me?" you mumble underneath your breath, though he catches it anyway.

in the silence that ensues, you begin mentally prepping yourself for the unnaturally sweet taste of raspberry medicine, the kind that has always reminded you of childhood sickness. back then, you were lucky to have your family hovering over you with a wet towel and a warm hand.

just as you go in for a sip, gojo suddenly speaks.

"want me to make this more shoujo-esque, then?"

you blink at him. "huh?" you ask intelligently.

under the moon, you can barely make out the soft smirk on his face and the look in his eyes that you know all too well. it's a feature of his from when the two of you were still in highschool, and though this kind of cheekiness has faded away with time, you still recognise it.

it's the look he gives you when he's up to nothing good.

something in the air changes, and your fever can’t completely explain the sudden heat.

gojo leans over, carefully taking the cup from your hands. making eye contact, he tips the red liquid into his mouth, careful not to spill any. you gape at him, captured in his gaze, as he lifts your chin with a finger and presses his lips on yours.

he swallows the gasp that tumbles out from your mouth, flooding your senses with raspberry, though not the kind that reminds you of sickness. you can only think of his hand that creeps up to cup your cheek, the other tucking hair away from your face. he coaxes your mouth open with his tongue and forces you to drink.

when you’ve gulped it all down, his hands leave your side. he tries to lean away but you follow after, deepening the kiss.

gojo's fingers curl into your bedsheets and you feel his weight dip into the mattress as as he uses his knee to lean forward. you feel yourself fall backwards but he catches the small of your back with a hand and a chuckle.

eventually, he pulls away for air and though you need it just as bad, your lips trail after his.

eyes meet and spark in the dim lit room.

"was that still gross?" he asks, and it takes you a while to realise he was talking about the taste of the medicine.

you swipe your tongue against your bottom lip to relive the flavour, and his eyes follow the motion.

"no." you murmur. "actually, i don't remember. why don't we do it again so i can find out?"

gojo grins, using the hand on your back to press you against him, the other resting on the wall behind you. "only once more."

just like he promised, his lips fall back on yours and you sigh into the contact.

the night ends in raspberry sweetness, but not the kind that is unpleasant.

if you saw this somewhere else, no you didn't <3

[mommypieck]

What about, for a treesome, you do uhhh.. Mikasa and Eren?

༺ ♱ ༻ aot threesome - 10/10

✿ mikasa x reader x eren

✿ warnings: smut, cheating, eren is a little shit, reader says stop like one time, mxf, fxf, eren and mikasa are dating

"you're such a pretty girl." eren says, his eyes scanning your body. you know that you shouldn't be there. you know that he has a girlfriend but the way he's ogling you is making you weak. he closes the gap between your bodies to stroke your cheek. you blush at his gesture, knowing what he wants to do.

"do you want me to kiss you?" he's asking this to get you on his side and you nod. you nod and he places his lips on top of yours. the kiss isn't gentle at all and he bites your lip to get a permission to slip his tongue into your mouth. his tongue meets yours as he explores your mouth. you feel your knees go weak and he notices. eren smiles against your lip, guiding you to the bed. he shoves you down on the bed before crawling on top of your body. his hands settles on your tits and he fondles and squeezes.

"fucking hell." he groans when your hips meet his bulge. he quickly gets rid of your dress, eyes scanning your naked skin. you yelp when he bites the skin of your breast. he sucks a little before biting your mounds again, marking them up. you feel lightheaded as he marks your body up and the fear that his girlfriend could walk up on you any time, makes you even wetter.

"please." you beg him, unsure of what you actually want. you feel him smile against your skin, his hand travelling down to the waistband of your panties. he strokes you over your panties before pulling them aside.

"fuck so wet already." he gathers your slick on his fingers, holding them up to see the wetness. he dips one of his fingers inside of you, making you arch your back.

"so responsive."

another finger joins his first one, fucking you with his fingers.

"tell me, love. have you ever had your pussy stretched by a big cock?" he asks you and you notice his other hand massaging his bulge. you know that he's as big as his ego but you didn't expect him to ask something like that.

"i don't know." you answer in a whimper and he laughs. he pulls his fingers out of you, making your whine. but your mood goes back when he pulls his boxers down, releasing his hand cock. you moan at his size, he sure as hell is big and you feel like you won't be able to take him.

"it's the biggest you've ever seen, huh?" he asks and you nod. you don't care what he says, you just want him to be inside of you.

"im gonna tell you a secret. i like you better than her." he says, bringing his tip to your entrance to rub at your opening. you want to beg him to finally push in but you don't have to, he understands your silent cries. he pushes it roughly, making you scream.

"oh fuck, that's right." he moans as he thrusts in. your whole body shakes at his thrusts. each of his thrusts meets your cervix, making you cry out. you feel tears streaming down your face but eren just smiles at you.

your head shoots up as you hear keys jingle at the door.

"eren, please stop. she's home" you plead him, but he just smirks at you.

"well, she has to wait. im in the middle of something." he says, angling his hips to hit your sweet spot. you try to conceal your noises but the way he fucks you, it's impossible.

your eyes focus on the door, you know that it will open in a second and the thought makes you shamefully wet. the door opens, revealing mikasa's shocked face.

"oh hi, honey. look how pretty she looks." eren smirks, still drilling inside of you. mikasa stands by the door, looking at the scene in front of her.

"im so sorry." you moan out with tears in your eyes. you aren't sure if it's from the embarrassment or from eren fucking you.

"come on, sit on her face, sweetheart." eren suggests, holding his hand out for mika to take.

mikasa stills at the door, still looking unsure. you can see that she doesn't know what to think but your eyes go wide when she walks up to your body. she looks down at you, eren's cock still going in and out of you.

you moan at the way she pulls down her dress and her panties. you never noticed how beautiful she is. her body is toned and slim, her gestures elegant.

"are you okay with this?" she asks you, looking you straight in the eyes. you stutter, unsure if she's talking to you, but you allow her.

she slowly places herself on top of your face, her cunt right in your face. you even forget about eren fucking you as you look at her beautiful body but you are reminded by eren's sharp thrust. mikasa uses this opportunity to put her entire weight on your face. you choke as your mouth meet her pussy but you eagerly lick at her juices. you suck on her clit as she rides your face in her own pace. you never imagined to end up in this situation but you sure as hell don't regret this. you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm the more you taste her. you know eren can sense it by the spamming of your pussy.

"are you going to cum by eating out my girlfriend?" he asks, his finger finding your clit. you nod your hair, wanting to say something, but your voice is cut by mikasa showing your face into her pussy again. noone have ever treated you like this and you never knew that you lacked it until now.

your high hits you like a brick as you cum around eren's cock, juices flowing out of you. your whole body shakes at your attempts to get over your orgasm. you register his cum filling you up. you feel like fainting when your high finally slows down.

"hey, my girl didn't get to cum." eren says, flipping over your body. you didn't even noticed mikasa climbing off of your face as she now lays on the bed with her legs spread. he positions you so that your face is between her legs again, pushing your face towards.

"come on, show me how you can please my girl."

[decayleside-blog]

for your rdr2 ask game ;)

9. high honour or low honour? (and i’m curious as to why, too!)

12. funniest or dumbest way you’ve died?

lol, didn't see your message until now. Sorry about that. Anyway—

9. Low Honor

The reason is that, while high honor fits Arthur, it feels unrealistic to me—for many reasons. It romanticizes him too much, almost making him seem like a hippie at times. Aside from Micah and Dutch, the rest of the gang isn’t inherently bad. For most of them, the gang is all they’ve ever known (John and others grew up in it). So, even though they’re adults, we can’t entirely fault them.

Micah is my favorite (alongside John) because he’s the most realistic bastard of the bunch. He’s hated Arthur from the very start, and it’s no secret. There’s also this camp event where Javier punches Micah, and the rat responds with a weak retort: “I like the way you dress… all feminine.” Arthur just laughs, and Micah immediately follows up with, “I’ll wipe that smile off your face one day. Believe me.” That’s THE foreshadowing for Arthur’s low honor death! Micah would absolutely make sure Arthur dies by his hands—unlike in high honor, where he just... walks away!? It makes no sense!

Micah is opportunistic and cunning. He waits until he knows he’ll win, with Dutch backing him and the Pinkertons closing in. By then, it’s too late.

I also prefer Arthur’s personality in the low honor route. Before the final missions, he writes in his journal: “I am not afraid.” Meanwhile, in high honor, he tells Sister Calderón the opposite (that scene almost made me cry, which is rare for me!). The low honor dreams (or nightmares) also hit harder. The coyote, instead of the buck, is menacing and eerie—it’s also a warning.

But... who does the coyote represent? Arthur? Or perhaps Micah? I’ve seen some say it symbolizes Micah, which would make sense, considering there’s another dream sequence where the coyote is feasting on a dead buck. If high honor is canon, then maybe the coyote is Micah. But who knows? The fact that the coyote can be interpreted in different ways makes it even better than the buck for me.

BTW

Low honor Arthur accepts his fate. He doesn’t change—it’s too late for that. He helps some people at the end, but when a woman tells him, “You’re a good man,” he scoffs, knowing one act of kindness won’t redeem a lifetime of bloodshed.

Arthur goes down bravely instead of being afraid. Now there’s only one thing left to do: kill Micah, kill Dutch, end this once and for all. Save those who can still be saved, but Arthur himself? He stays damned until the very end.

Saving John and his family is the last thing he does before he dies.

Then we see the coyote one last time, disappearing into a cave—which, again, many believe symbolizes Arthur’s descent into hell.

And that’s my long (ass) essay on why I love Low Honor Arthur :D

Also, fun fact : Both RDR2 and RDR1 have strong religious imagery. The Strange Man may be the Devil (or Death itself), but one thing is certain—he tests people… by their honor.

In RDR1, he tested John through side quests that were directly tied to his honor. But he was also testing Arthur the whole time. In fact, the Strange Man's shack changes depending on whether you have high or low honor. And if he really is the Devil, well... low honor enjoyers are definitely taking a trip to hell~

12. Dumbest way I died?

The legendary alligator...

I was watching it through my rifle scope, thinking I was at a safe distance. Getting closer... closer...

CLOSER...

Headshots after headshots, but the damn thing wouldn’t die. I figured I still had room, so I lowered my rifle—

And it was right there! Just a few steps away from me!

I turned and ran, but my horse noped out and left me on the spot. I got mauled, and it looked like something out of Looney Tunes :T

[wildwinterlunas]

I see people joking about how, despite being one of the best snipers lore wise, Widow always seems to miss her shots.

And I know this is a joke but I thought I'd actually analyse this.

Cause that's what I do.

I look way too far into dumb bullshit.

.....ANYWAY-

The times we see Widow in an active sniper role is in three cinematics. The ones in question being The Overwatch Cinematic Trailer, Alive and Infiltration.

Let's start off with the cinematic trailer, now the first thing to point out is the fact that Widow misses several shots on Winston;

Now this.... is just kinda embarrassing. Winston was standing still, he doesn't have a helmet on, and he's fucking huge, Widow, honey, you need to stop drinking before missions-

Jokes aside I can justify her not getting a headshot for more reason then just "lack of aim or skill".

For one this is what happened before hand;

And I don't care how genetically enhanced she is, she isn't Jack or Gabe, she's going to need some time to recover from that. Soe her missing headshots and even some body shots in this moment is understandable. However, she does have time to recover when this happens;

Lena is right on her, she wasn't even that quiet, and she was startled by that. She doesn't even realise that Lena is there until she starts talking.

This isn't even the first time she had to deal wither Tracer sneaking up on her, and the first time she actually handled it better. This brings us to Alive.

Where this happened;

Through out the fight in Alive, though she does fight against Lena well, she doesn't land a shot on her until the end. Not only that but we see that she already had a clean shot on Mondatta, she had time to shoot him then but didn't.

In Infiltration, she doesn't really do much on screen, and she never really got a clean shot due to Sombra. In the times she is active Reaper is the one doing the killing, not her.

Now what does this have to do with Widow missing her shots? You might notice that I never use the comics as an example, that's because most of her time in the comics is in positions where she is in her element. In all these examples there are common flaws that other sniper characters like Ana, Hanzo, Cassidy and even Ashe don't have. Widow, as a sniper, lacks the ability to land a shot when doing sudden movements/repositioning, and lacks spatial awareness when trying to take a shot.

Despite what fans and Widow herself thinks, she was not trained to be a sniper in active combat. She was trained to be an assassin, a hidden threat, the backup plan. So her being in these active fights where people are aware of her, are her weak spot.

Let me pull up the examples again and compare them to how other characters who were trained to be in the full blast of combat react.

In the Overwatch Trailer we not only see Lena sneak up on her, but an untrained kid steal Doomfists gauntlet without her noticing;

Compare this to Cassidy in Reunion and there is a very big difference;

Not only that but if you actually look at Widow's fighting style compared to the other snipers, it lacks personality. Lore wise if you genuinely look at Widow fighting, she is very precise and is always focusing on the target but there is no movement she does that feels like her own style.

Let's look at the other snipers, both Ashe and Ana are very still when sniping, however Ana uses a lot of swift movements and tends to reposition herself regularly. She's always aware of her surroundings to the point where we have never really seen her be snuck up on. As for Ashe, her stance is much the same as Widow, however, you can tell the reason she stays a lot more still is because she is a very team orientated fighter, not only that but in Deadlock Rebels she does move around a lot more.

There is also the fact that both of these characters have fighting habits, both tend to do back-to-back fighting when fighting along side another person, Ashe tends to either use B.O.B as cover or just tends to look for cover in general. Again, Ana tends to reposition a lot not only that but an over the shoulder shot when someone is sneaking up on her is something specific to her and Cassidy.

Speaking of which I could make a whole separate analysis on Cassidy and Hanzo's fighting styles. If Ashe and Ana's fighting styles have personality then Cassidy and Hanzo's are swimming with it.

Hanzo uses a mix of long and close ranged fighting, often combining the two, he also moves around frequently, not staying in one place for a long time. Another thing he does is if one angle doesn't work he instantly changes the trajectory of his arrows. And I won't get into it too much here, but he also uses his bow as a melee weapon more then in necessary.

With Cassidy he's a lot more improvised, as well as he's a lot more aware of his surroundings then any other character. Meaning he ends up using the environment a lot more then the other aim orientated characters. In "Train Hopper" he uses a tunnel to his advantage to take out several Talon agents, in Reunion he uses several environmental factors to throw off Deadlock members, he also is very much a close ranged fighter when in active combat.

I am telling you all now that I am holding back a lot because this is a Widow post but I REALLY want to talk more about Cassidy and Hanzo's fighting styles. I find them so interesting.

The thing is with Widow is that she fights on a technical standpoint, she fights like a Talon member, not like herself. She fights like a sniper, a basic level of what Ana and Ashe do, but considering what her gun actually does, I think she would be a better sniper if she fought more like Cassidy and Hanzo, using a combination of long ranged and close ranged techniques.

I also think that if she added more of herself when fighting she's have a better chance of handling herself in a 1v1. Which is something I hope happens in her redemption. I would love to see her use dance techniques when fighting, or use the fact that she would be a lot more flexible then a lot of other characters to get into positions that other couldn't.

I think that her being emotionless and her only using the skills taught to her by Talon is actively holding her back from being a better sniper. It's something I really hope is pointed out in canon. It's something I genuinely hope is a big part of her arc and how she bonds with other characters.

And I think I need to re-iterate this, Widowmaker is still a great shot and a great sniper, she is just not really as skilled as she thinks she is. She was trained to be an assassin, which I believe she is the best assassin in the game, but as a sniper in an active battle field she is not as good as the other characters.

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

The Flu Part 4

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: You get the flu. But for someone with your immune system, the flu is never just the flu. Warnings: Flu Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

You feel the cool, crisp air of the castle as you return from St. Mungo's, and it's a stark contrast to the warm, sterile environment of the hospital.

You'd spent a few days in isolation as you recovered from the flu, but despite being out of it, your body was still weak and tired from the lingering effects of the illness, and the strain it had put on your body. And even though you were now back at Hogwarts, you weren't yet ready to go back to classes.

“I want you here for a couple more days," Madam Pomfrey insists. "Just to make sure you're well enough to return."

It was frustrating; you were so close to the Gryffindor common room, yet you were still stuck under the watchful eyes of Madam Pomfrey. You roll your eyes, but ultimately nod; there would be no arguing with her, and she was technically right - your body was still weak, and you knew that your immune system would take longer to recover than most people, and that could mean another infection or worse if you went back too soon.

James, Sirius, and Remus are waiting for you when you arrive, and as soon as you're settled into bed once again, they come over. They'd been worried about you, and while they tried not to show it too much, you can see the relief in their eyes when they spot you sitting up in bed.

James is the first one to reach you, dropping down into the chair beside your bed and immediately taking your hand. His grip is almost tight enough to hurt, his hazel eyes showing just how scared he's really been.

Sirius and Remus aren't far behind James; Sirius leans against the foot of the bed, crossing his arms in an attempt to look relaxed, while Remus hangs back slightly. He gives you some space, but doesn't look away, watching you intently, the same worry etched into his face.

"I'm okay," you promise, your voice hoarse from not speaking for so long.

They don't pressure you with questions right away or fuss over you too much - they know better than to overwhelm you when you've just woken up. And yet, there's a tension in the air that suggests that while they're relieved you're awake and doing better, they aren't happy about what had happened.

"You missed out on everything," Sirius tells you after a moment of silence. "I mean, I thought I was going to fail Transfiguration without you, but then Evans gave me her notes, and she really doesn't like me, so I think we can all agree that you need to hurry up and get better."

You laugh softly, shaking your head at him. He was obviously trying to keep things light, and you were grateful for it - as much as you knew how serious this situation could have been, you couldn't handle the weight of it right now.

"Didn't realise my life would be so boring if you weren't around," James says, looking up at you. His hand is still holding onto yours, his thumb drawing patterns across your skin. "And I don't want to even think about what the common room will look like. You haven't been there to clean up our messes, after all."

"I didn't think I was that important," you admit, smiling slightly.

"You are to us," Remus points out, and you glance up at him. He seems to be studying your face, taking in every detail, as if he's searching for something.

There's a pause before he speaks again, clearly picking his words carefully. "How do you feel?"

He looks at you curiously, as if he knows that you might lie to avoid them worrying, and you hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether or not you should lie. But you'd promised yourself that you wouldn't hide anything anymore, so, despite the fact that you knew they were going to worry more because of it, you tell the truth.

"Tired," you confess. "Weak. Not ill, though."

It wasn't surprising that you felt weak; aside from being seriously ill, you hadn't eaten properly in days. Madam Pomfrey would likely force some soup down your throat later to help you regain your strength, but until then, you'd probably continue to feel fragile and shaky, as if you were made of glass.

A sigh of relief passes through them, one that only you seem to see, and their bodies relax ever so slightly. They don't completely relax, however - you're not better yet, so why would they?

****

The boys stick close to you over the next few days, visiting between classes and bringing you news of what was happening in the outside world.

James manages to sneak some food out of the Great Hall for you, insisting that you eat something because even though your appetite had returned, it hadn't increased much.

"And this is why Y/N leaves us," Sirius says with a roll of his eyes, sitting down on the end of the bed. "You're being too fussy."

You shake your head at him, taking a bite of the apple James has held up to your mouth. He's clearly trying to get you to eat more by feeding you himself - and unfortunately, it seems to be working.

"I'm just looking after her," James retorts as he pulls away slightly, but not enough so that you can take the apple from him. "It's my job as her boyfriend."

Sirius shakes his head, scoffing softly under his breath, but doesn't respond, instead choosing to tell an exaggerated story about how Lily has been reigning hell on people while you were gone, making you giggle despite yourself.

Remus hangs back, saying very little unless spoken to directly. He hovers around, keeping a careful eye on you, watching every move you make to ensure you don't push yourself too hard. You'd noticed him doing it during their first visit, and while you found it annoying, you knew he was only doing it because he cared about you. And besides, Madam Pomfrey was hovering close-by, checking your vitals once every hour or two, and she wasn't shy when it came to telling them off if they got too boisterous.

You're relieved when Madam Pomfrey allows them to stay until curfew, completely ignoring her own rule for once, despite being hesitant on whether she should let them visit you again so soon. She's reluctant to allow them to do anything except sit there and talk with you, but they don't seem to mind too much, happy to just be near you after not knowing what would happen to you for almost a week.

James is ecstatic when he hears this, going straight for your hand which is under the covers and giving it a gentle squeeze. You can't return the gesture yet, still feeling weak and fragile, like you'd break if someone touched you wrong, but he doesn't seem to mind. He brings your knuckles up to his lips and presses a soft kiss against them, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time.

"I love you," he says quietly, smiling slightly but mostly looking serious. "And I'm glad you're okay."

The words feel heavy on your tongue, but you try anyway, managing to mumble, "love you too."

He smiles properly then, pressing another quick kiss to your hand before lowering it onto your stomach again, careful to keep it covered with the blankets so you wouldn't get cold.

****

You spend a few more days in the hospital wing, slowly but surely building your strength back up so that you could return to normal classes. It was boring and annoying and you couldn't wait to get out of there, no matter how much Madam Pomfrey insisted that you needed a lot of rest to recover.

Finally, after what felt like the longest week of your life, she agreed to discharge you from her care, but only on one condition: You had to take it easy for at least another week, not overexerting yourself or getting too tired, and report any signs of a relapse immediately - she'd given you a long list of what these could be, making sure you were aware of them all before letting you leave.

James, Sirius and Remus are already there when Madam Pomfrey makes the announcement, helping you pack up the small amount of belongings you'd accumulated while staying there. James is careful to keep an eye on you as he does this, though, clearly worried about you even if you weren't going far.

Remus takes charge of pushing your wheelchair, guiding you through the familiar halls of Hogwarts on the short but very slow journey back to Gryffindor Tower. The chair moved slower than you walked normally, which wasn't very fast as it was, but neither of you mind too much, taking your time because you don't have anywhere else to be right now.

The boys' presence is comforting, providing some silent support as you transitioned back into your regular surroundings, and you can't help but feel grateful for them.

The common room is warm and familiar, the fire crackling in its place on the other side of the room. The few people who are sitting there turn to look at you when you enter, but none of them say anything, instead just giving you a small smile before turning back to their conversations or work.

You’ve never been so relieved to see a room; it felt like coming home after being away for weeks, even though it hadn't quite been that long yet, despite how it felt.

"Welcome back," Remus murmurs as he pushes you towards your accessible bedroom, through the door which James had already opened. "We're glad you're okay."

You nod slightly, unable to speak without feeling choked up. James and Sirius help you into bed once Remus moves out of the way, moving slowly so that you can take your time. Sirius is careful, more than usual, making sure you're laying down comfortably before pulling the blankets up over you properly, tucking you in as if you were a child.

"Thanks, Siri," you say quietly, and he smiles sadly at you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before standing up again.

"Who gets the first hug?" Sirius asks, his grey eyes sparkling with mischief as he glances between James and Remus. There's a challenge in his voice, an invitation to contest this claim.

"I believe I should," James replies without missing a beat, his brow furrowing in thought. He steps forward, coming to a stop at the foot of your bed, and sits down near your feet. "I've been the most worried, after all."

"Says who?" Sirius scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doorframe, every inch the picture of casual defiance.

Remus chuckles, shaking his head as if amused by their antics. Without a word, he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed, claiming the space beside you. His arm drapes gently across your waist, drawing you toward him until your sides are pressed together. You have another side, after all.

"Alright, enough," Remus murmurs, though there's a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We're not here to argue about who gets to cuddle her."

There's a pause as they all look at one another, then back at you. You can see the concern etched in their faces, especially James's. He's always been the most protective out of the three, and now that he has an excuse to be even more so, he seems ready to use it.

"Yeah, let's figure this out," Sirius agrees after a moment. His voice is calmer than before, and when he sits down on your other side, he's careful not to jostle you too much.

They spend the next few minutes discussing what needs to be done for you. James insists that he'll help you catch up with your schoolwork once you feel better, promising to make sure you don't fall behind. Sirius counters by saying he'll carry your books to every class, wanting to lessen any physical strain on you.

"And I'll make sure she takes breaks when needed," Remus adds quietly from beside you. "Rest is important."

The words hang in the air between them, each sentence carefully constructed to show just how much they care about you.

****

As the days pass, they prove true to their word. Each of them becomes more protective over you, watching your every move like hawks, but never in a way that feels suffocating. Instead, it's comforting, knowing that they're there, ready to lend a hand or offer support whenever you need it.

You notice it in the little things—the way James's eyes flicker to you during meals, checking if you're eating enough; the subtle tightening of Sirius's jaw when someone jostles you in the hallway, ready to step in at a moment's notice; the quiet concern etched onto Remus's face as he watches you pour over your textbooks late into the night. You've never seen them quite so protective before, their usual playful banter tinged with an undercurrent of watchfulness that wasn't there before.

"Need anything else, sweetheart?" James asks for what must be the tenth time this evening. He leans against the doorway of your bedroom, arms crossed and brow slightly furrowed—a testament to his lingering worry.

"James, really, I'm fine," you assure him, trying not to let your smile waver even though you can feel the fatigue pulling at your bones. "You don’t need to check on me every half hour."

But despite your words, James doesn't seem entirely convinced. There's a tension in his shoulders that wasn't there before, one that only eases marginally when Sirius strides in, carrying a tray laden with sandwiches and pumpkin juice.

"I thought you could use a break," Sirius says, setting the tray down beside you. His grey eyes meet yours, reflecting a warmth that belies the casual shrug of his shoulders. "Besides, Prongs was driving me mad with his hovering."

A soft laugh escapes you, followed by a grateful nod towards Sirius. But as you reach for a sandwich, your hand trembles ever so slightly—a reminder of the strength you're yet to regain. It's a small thing, barely noticeable unless you're looking for it. And they are—always watching, always ready.

Remus catches it first, his gaze sharpening as he moves closer to you. "That's enough studying for tonight, Y/N," he declares softly, closing your textbook with a gentle push. "We promised Madam Pomfrey we'd make sure you rest."

His touch is light, almost hesitant, but it carries an unspoken promise—one that echoes through the silent room and settles in your heart. A vow made between friends, binding them together in the aftermath of a scare none of them had anticipated.

Days pass, and bit by bit, you regain the strength that had once slipped through your fingers like water. Each morning greets you with a little less pain and a little more energy, the dark circles under your eyes fading in time with the autumn leaves outside your window.

Madam Pomfrey insists on regular check-ins, her gaze sharp as she monitors your progress—a testament to the severity of your condition at St Mungo's. "Your immune system took quite a hit," she explains one afternoon while conjuring a small vial of potion for you. "It'll take some time before it fully recovers."

A sense of normalcy gradually returns to your life within Hogwarts' stone walls, but it's a new kind of normal—one tinged with caution and an awareness of your limitations. You resume attending classes, mindful not to push yourself too hard under the watchful eyes of your professors.

James, Sirius, and Remus are constant shadows by your side, their presence both comforting and grounding amidst the whispers that follow you down the corridors. They carry your books, shield you from the crowd during passing periods, and make sure you're eating enough—all subtle ways they've stepped up to support you without crossing boundaries.

"Slow down, Y/N," Remus chides gently when he catches you rushing to finish a Charms essay one evening. His hand covers yours, stilling the frantic movement of your quill. "There's no need to overwork yourself."

His voice is like a balm, soothing away the stress lines etching themselves across your forehead. You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding, allowing your shoulders to sag against the backrest of your chair.

"Besides," James cuts in, his tone lighter as if trying to lift the weight off your chest, "Sirius here could use some help understanding the concept of 'expanding charms.' He thinks it's all about making his ego bigger."

The corners of Sirius's mouth twitch, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips even as he feigns offence. "Oi! I heard that, Prongs."

[daz4i]

yknow. 3.2 does imply that had mydei wanted to, he could still just. die. so does that mean hitting his weak spot makes sure he won't be able to come back? and, does it mean if he gets corrupted by the black tide his very soul will also lose its sanity - but not enough to forget to climb out of the river of souls - which is why he needs phainon to kill it for good?

also, does his soul return to his body? what if his body gets blown into smithereens or completely crushed and there's nothing to return to (i mean. one could argue such a case hits his weak spot probably lol)?

how long does this process take? because, 3.2 also made it seem like it takes awhile, but since he managed to fend off nikador for like, days, and he surely must've died a few times during that battle, it implies he fought them nonstop, aka he came back to life instantly. does that mean time doesn't matter in the river of souls? that it can feel like days or years but no time has passed in the real world at all?

what does that project onto the implications that time in amphoreus is generally weird and the flame reaver (most likely) experienced the past and the future at the same time (for lack of better quick way to descibe it)? it seems the nether realm is at least separated from the loop process, given that polyxia remembers her past while calypso (and probably gnaeus) didn't? does that apply to the river as well? if so, has mydei unknowingly met people from previous loops? are the people of styxia even from the loop we're currently going through, or could they be there since the last one?

and that also raises a question I've been wondering about. are there even more than 2 existing loops? let's refer to them as the calypso loop for the previous one and the anaxa loop for our current one. if time is indeed frozen in the nether realm, then did polyxia kill the previous incarnation of thanatos back in the calypso loop? or did that version of thanatos just disappear on their own? she's the only one in the nether world when cas gets there, after all. but we see that castorice didn't need to kill her sister in order to inherit the coreflame. and their conversation - polyxia asking that castorice won't forget her in the next loop - implies that at least those 2 will exist in each one regardless, so at least thanatos's cycle repeats those same 2 loops each time which. given the frozen time implications. is a bit odd, isn't it?

as mentioned polyxia does remember her past life so this implies that at least those two loops are connected, but her fearing that cas will forget her implies that they don't go both ways, if that makes sense? as in, from what we currently know at least, there's a calypso loop -> anaxa loop data retention, but not an anaxa loop -> calypso loop one (or maybe polyxia just said it due to being emotional in that scene. that also makes sense lmao. but bear with me here)

sooooo essentially i think it's less a separate calypso loop and anaxa loop, but combined into the same run. if flame reaver is indeed phainon (and not khaos, which, given that he showed anaxa his memories, means he's probably still kephale in some way) that means he did come from a different run. which means that other characters in the anaxa loop existed in previous runs, but possibly not in the same the way the twins did (as in, they simply didn't have the roles they do now, for some reason. dw i'll get to that). so. i don't think amphoreus resets whenever all coreflames are returned and the demigods befome the new titans. i think it resets after it happens more than once - after the anaxa loop, where phainon, the flame reaver, comes from.

i don't think our anaxa loop chrysos heirs end up becoming the titans - i don't think they existed in the calypso loop at all (aside from castorice of course). the fact the titans still keep the same names through every loop (as we see calypso and polyxia refer to cerces and thanatos by name and separate from themselves) despite it supposedly resetting implies that they are a fixed being, almost like a class in an rpg rather than an actual character, except only one person can equip it at a time which is why you have to kill the previous one in order to become it yourself.

if amphoreus is some kind of experiment, to see if you can recreate a world from memories, then. maybe the creators of this experiment (the organization black swan mentioned...?) simply couldn't extract the right memories from flame reaver!phainon. our current phainon seems to doubt his memories, after all. maybe the black tide is actually a corruption of memories that came from him, as he said (tho not in those words 😩), memories can't create a perfect replication of a whole world. maybe the black tide overtook everywhere else in amphoreus because a previous phainon only got to see okhema. maybe aedes elysiae was a new addition made by the creators of the experiment for the current run, and it got overtaken by the black tide bc it didn't have memories from phainon to back its data up (maybe the flame reaver broke from it bc it was simply a weak spot in the system that he could break through).

is kephale means "head". and kephale essentially holds the memory of the entire world, then. yeah that name makes sense. "khaos" being the name of the previous incarnation of them is very interesting tho, since it means void or chasm, nothingness etc. which can connect to march's current state somehow, too, as black swan described it as nothingness. I've seen ppl say she's cyrene, or that she'll inherit oronyx's coreflame instead of tb, but what if she's related to khaos somehow? (i don't think she IS khaos since iirc the others referred to him with he/him lol but maybe, if i'm wrong abt the 2 loops thing and there ARE more, maybe she was kephale before him...? maybe the messenger had to block her memories because they literally contain an entire world and who knows how that'd affect someone outside the experiment) or what if the hijacking of her mind is like the black tide? if we go by the idea that the black tide is created by gaps in memory, and we know that it can spread and overtake other things, maybe that's simply what is currently happening to her? the mark of kephale is what's used to purify it, too... hmm.

man. this is one of my least coherent "theorizing" posts. idk how much i believe in any of this^ tbh (i do lean towards the 2 timelines thing tho. even if i can't fully explain why it'd be that way. yet) everything might get refuted by the next patch for all i know lol. this is more me asking questions this patch made me think about and it getting out of hand as i kept typing lmao. anaxa would be proud

[lieutenantselnia]

I wanted to make a May the 4th post dedicated to my Star Wars f/os yesterday, but I gotta be honest I just did not have the energy ._. So I'm just gonna do it now though!

I never really talked much about my Star Wars f/os on here because despite having 5 of them (maybe more if you count platonics), they're all secondary f/os and I hardly find the time to dedicate art or writing to them. They still mean a lot to me though and I think they're wonderful and interesting characters, so here they are💕

First up, Grand Admiral Thrawn/Mitth'raw'nuruodo, I first got to know him properly through Rebels (I knew he had existed in the Legends universe before already but didn't particularly care about him) and not going to lie, for a while I found him really annoying. He seemed very arrogant to me and I didn't get how he could always be a step ahead of the rebels, but I learned to understand and appreciate him, and somehow I fell in love with him eventually. At the time he was probably the strongest fictional crush I ever had (this man literally made me question my asexuality at some point - I didn't know that micro-labels like grey-, demi- or fictosexual were a thing back then). I didn't know about the existence of a self ship community back then, but in my head I shipped a character that was basically myself with him (with a few changes of course, like I was 16 at the time but my s/i was obviously a grown adult, the story I had in mind for her wouldn't have made sense otherwise anyway). I also started writing character x reader fanfictions about him! I finished a few one-shots, but the only multi-chapter story I started has unfortunately been laying around abandoned for a few years. I still kind of want to write an ending for it one day, but I don't know when that will happen. I struggled with my feelings for Thrawn after some uncomfortable experience with a former acquaintance in the Star Wars community, but as this is luckily in the past and maybe I can reconnect with him some day (In the meantime I'd love to meet other Thrawn shippers who are comfortable sharing him!). Regardless of that my love for him has had a significant influence on me, because without him I would've probably never made my art instagram account (the first social media account I made aside my personal insta account that I never use) and wouldn't have met many of my wonderful online friends.

Next up, Admiral Ar'alani, she's gorgeous and at least partially responsible for my bi awakening. I mean just look at her! Due to being a book character she's probably kind of underrated and less well known, I'd love to see an animated series about her and the crew of the Steadfast! I loved her in the Thrawn trilogy, I still have to read the Ascendancy trilogy though.

Commodore Karyn Faro probably wins the price for the most underrated f/o among them (also F in the chat for her for having literally 2 canonical depictions in a comic and no other visual reference, that's why I had to choose a slightly silly picture for her). I loved reading from her perspective in the Thrawn trilogy and I always enjoyed her dynamic with him too. Despite having her as an f/o I also ship her with Ar'alani, I think they'd make a cute couple. At the moment her canonical fate is pretty much unknown (I don't think it was ever made clear whether she left the Chimaera to transfer to her own fleet before Thrawn left for Lothal or not?), but although it is unlikely I personally wish that she'd also somehow end up with the Chiss like Eli did and get a happy ending with them.

Tech was just a very relatable character for me, and I knew I'd like him pretty much from the start. I always had a weak spot for this slightly nerdy scientist type of characters (namely Kowalski from TPoM and Mr. Spock from Star Trek TOS), I just never really f/o'd any of them before since I was like 8 years old or so at the time I was obsessed with them. But oh I had so much fun watching Tech, and his quote "I may process moments and thoughts differently, but it does not mean that I feel any less than you"? That hit right in the heart especially since I could relate so much to it. Also he must still be alive, I don't accept that he's gone no matter what the canon says.

Last but not least, I think General Grievous/Qymaen jai Sheelal was actually my second proper fictional crush, but for some reason it took me until last year to properly admit to it? I don't know, apparently 13 year old me was unconsciously in denial about being a monster lover, or just somehow unaware that I could just ship myself or an oc with him and didn't have to pick one of the canon characters. He's a character I'd actually love to come back some time, it's mainly that I'm too focused on my other f/os at the moment, but I think he deserves more love (yes I know he's kind of horrible too, but I think horrible fictional guys can still be loved and cherished).

Anyway this got longer than I anticipated, but at least you have an introduction to some of my secondary f/os now I guess. Anyways I hope you all had a happy Star Wars day, and who knows, maybe some of these guys here will make an appearance on my blog again in the future <3

[ascendanceseriesveteran]

Unpopular opinion (or so I'm starting to think it is). The Shattered Castle was really good.

While I didn't really like The Captive Kingdom, TSC took me on a rollercoaster, and I mean ROLLERCOASTER of emotions. It was definitely the darkest book of the series as well. I mean, it had the usual; torture, death etc. But this time it hit different, let me elaborate.

The death of Kerwyn: Major character deaths so far have not really stuck (e.g. Imogen and Mott), so they weren't as permanent as this one. And while I definitely feel like the book rushed over Kerwyn's death far too quickly, it's the first character who well and truly won't come back from the dead (aside from more minor characters such as Erick).

Castor's unwanted advances and more sinister intentions with Imogen: I actually really liked this more aged-up take. It added that layer of creepy, urgency and severity of Castor's position to the plot. He made comments throughout about keeping Imogen company and we must not forget how pushy he was when he was trying to get her to marry him. And I won't mention the kiss because it was vomitus.

Cheating and betrayal: While Jaron has had a lifetime of people betraying him, Imogen's "cheating" was definitely a real knife in the gut. Of course, it was all staged and planned and part of the ploy to regain control, but even when Jaron knew that, it was clear he really didn't know what to do with himself. It is one of his worst nightmares.

Abandonment: This is perhaps the biggest one. Throughout the entire series, a lot of Jaron's trauma and emotional stuntedness revolves around the fact that he was abandoned by his family as a child. So it's a very, VERY sore subject. So when Imogen told him on two seperate occasions that she can't be with him anymore (first time because she was angry and second time because she had a plan - mind you that she meant neither but, of course, Jaron interpreted that as her very much meaning it), it clearly was Jaron's worst fear coming to life - that is losing the love of his life in a way that is perhaps worse than death.

Failure: Losing Carthya for the first time.

Torture: This was also kind of brushed over. But I really liked how throughout the book he was actually getting progressively weaker and sicker. None of his wounds for treated for the first time, and they just kept piling on. First the whipping, then the arm stab wound, falling from the walls because he was too weak to hold the rope, having his leg crushed, having literally faced off an explosion etc. The torture lasted throughout the entire book rather than some contrast here and there, and it was not just in the physical sense, the entire book until Imogen and Jaron finally TaLkEd and became power couple no. 1 had Jaron living out all of his worst nightmares at once: failure, loss, abandonment, death etc.

Learning to trust.

And more I can't think of.

And while, I didn't solely like it for the darkness, I think it made for a very interesting plot.

The original trilogy is still superior, but honestly, for me, TSC is competing for one of the top spots.

Though it definitely had it's plot holes and short comings. Just some of the things that really irked me:

I really didn't like the plot twist that Imogen has royal blood. Not because they are technically related (did some trusty maths - they share like less than 1% of DNA technically speaking so I made peace with that part), but because it kind of erased a lot of the original plot, premises and romance. It was always like a "forbidden" romance type thing. Jaron fell in love with a servant girl and she ended up meaning more to him than his country. But even with that aside, I liked how Imogen gained everyone's respect just by virtue of being herself, I don't think she needed a drop of royal blood to establish that. It also retracted from how unique Jaron is. In my mind I'd always separate him from the others, now those lines have blurred.

Jaron stealing money from Imogen's mother. Now while I do like the drama that subsequently emerged, and than fact that JARON WAS THE REASON IMOGEN BECAME A SERVANT - I really liked that plot twist because then Imogen had to accept and continue loving him despite, or rather, in spite of that fact (it was also clearly tormenting Jaron for a lot of the book). So while I liked the outcome, I will say, it felt a bit "cheap". A bit like the imposters gold in TFP, the whole plot in that sense could have been far more elaborate and well developed I feel.

Could have been even darker. I admit, I'm a sucker for angst. And I feel like this book had a lot of opportunity to dip further into it and torture Jaron more with the image of Imogen and Castor being together and failing Carthya.

Kerwyn's death. Specifically the fact that it had little to no impact. He deserved more.

Probably some more points that I forgot.

[tea-and-conspiracy]

One Ishgardian's Unsolicited Take on DT

...Which is a bit of a misleading title, I realize, because I did DT on Laelia first (cowboys and cyberpunk, I had to) and I'm only now doing it on Eliane, but this is my main XIV account here on tumblr, so whatever.

Spoilers and Opinions below the cut, obviously! If you aren't prepared for either, please don't read. :)

I guess I'll begin with the good.

Tural

I really liked the first half of this xpac. I enjoyed how casual and low-key it was, I loved how it was about engaging with people and getting to know them rather than racing to save the damn world again. By now they've established narratively that the WoL really needs a break and I'm glad they got to get it for a bit.

To this extent, the first half of the xpac felt like ARR in a good way. You were back to being a nobody (why would anyone in Tural know or care who you are?), so the most that was ever asked of you were random, easy tasks. You got to adventure. There was worldbuilding aplenty. Every once in a while you punted a threat that got too big for its britches. That's what ARR was too.

It's hilarious to me that the WoL was there to basically be advisor to Wuk Lamat, because our cute little fragment of that goblin Azem is simultaneously the best and WORST qualified for the position. And I also loved how we would just be pointed at whenever somebody went, "Or else what?" Or else her, obviously.

Tural is breathtaking and might be the team's best round of environmental design yet. I find Urqopacha especially striking, but as a whole it was so refreshing to be back in colorful and vibrant environments again. This includes the dungeons, especially the earlier dungeons.

The Characters

Wuk Lamat started to exhaust me and I still love her. She's sweet, she's genuine, and she's a nice departure from...well more or less every other character in this game. I have a weak spot for shonen protagonists and that's basically what she is. Hell yes, Power of Friendship.

It was hard not to be on Team Koana after the rescue scene. Boy is that cat hot when he's mad. His VA really nailed the subtleties of "guy-who-is-super-intelligent-and-thus-can't-People-as-a-result", and while I can't claim to be particularly bright, I identified with his awkwardness. :P

Otis. Nuff said.

I, uh. I'm definitely confused about the Bakool Ja Ja love but I think I get it. :P Internet Things <tm> aside, I do love a good heel-face turn, although the execution of his turn was, uh. Hm.

I guess it's time for the bad.

The Scions

Didn't need to be there. They didn't add a single thing to the story and were clearly shoehorned in for marketing purposes. A case can be made for Krile obviously, but outside of her, only G'raha made sense because of his specific experience and expertise.

"What about trusts?" A lot of early trust dungeons use random NPCs. We're out here to engage with other cultures, why can't I have a Hanu healer or a Yok Huy DPS? That makes more sense to me than forcing Alisaie to heal.

Mad we didn't get to duel Urianger and Thancred though. >:(

Erenville was done completely dirty and didn't catch a break this entire expansion. Thanks for coming with us as a guide, buddy! One of your childhood friends turned evil, your village is now destroyed, and your mom is dead! That's it, that's all you get. :)

The Story

Like I said. The first half of this story was nice. I really wish the rest of the xpac had stayed that way.

The problems began around about the time I hit Yak T'el. Unfortunately, there's some content there that started hitting a little too close to home for me, and yeah, it hurt me a lot. I don't think the devs realized what they were engaging with, which is kind of par for the course for this particular subject matter. :/

That aside, I agree with others that the Mamool Ja's story is a bit of a stretch in general. Part of the reason the Yok Huy and the Mamool Ja exist -- at least to my understanding -- is so that the game can explore what fundamentalist cultures look like without them being linked to any one culture in the real world, and I think that's a good thing. But the writers seemed to lose either their nerve or direction with the people of Mamook, and it undermined Bakool Ja Ja's character progression as a result.

We didn't spend much time in Shaaloani, and I had a feeling we wouldn't, even if I was hoping for more good ol' fashioned spaghetti western tropes. But more importantly...where tf are the Whaalaquee (sp?)? Erenville even mentions them but they're not physically present? Wasn't the whole conflict there due to ceruleum being dug on their sacred lands?

But anyway, let's just get to the elephant in the room: the latter half of the story. Why. Why did we have to do any of this? I don't understand Zarool Ja or anything about him. He had a loving family, he had everything, and instead turned into Varis 2.0 because he felt...inadequate? How do you go from, "Man, I'll never measure up to my dad" to, "I need to fucking take over the world?" Shit, even Varis was at least a little sympathetic in that he was hoping to free his people from Emet-Selch. I never bought into Zarool Ja and found him a really shallow and boring antagonist.

ALSO WHO DID HE FUCK? I'M AMAZED HE WOULD EVEN TAKE THE TIME TO FUCK. WHAT OTHER MAMOOL JA WAS EVEN UP THERE? FHEJAKRFGHJKE

This might be a weird take, but I'm tired of the leadup to the endgame zone being the people you previously helped out coming together to get you to a place you cannot reach. That was *incredibly* moving in Shadowbringers, because you spent the entire game getting to know these people personally. And a callback to it in Endwalker worked because this was the culmination of your adventures on Hydaelyn. But we had to do it with the train again and it just felt...lacking. Like, "here's the obligatory cooperation scene!" We don't have to keep rewriting Shadowbringers, guys. Also, these scenes work better when it involves individual characters; since Dawntrail was more about getting to know the cultures instead (and that's ok!), it unfortunately lacks a bit of that more personal connection.

We didn't need Alexandria. I am so. Tired. Of the end game zones being megatech. It was a fun and wild shift ONCE in Heavensward, but you can't keep doing that on repeat, especially when you keep amping up the technological advancement. What made Alexandria/Solution 9 worse is that there's way too many hints of real life in there. You know, government employment offices and recycling bins and advertisements and stuff. I play this game to get away from real life, not be reminded of it. And yeah, Garlemald had cars and stuff, but it at least felt justified because the Garleans can't use magic. They are a mundane people, so of course they'd be more like us. Solution 9 feels like it belongs in another game.

I found Sphene exhausting, not sympathetic. We've already done this before with Emet-Selch and then again with Golbez, and she didn't have a fragment of the depth of the former. I personally dislike the trope of "the leader so universally beloved that they're practically worshiped". I can never buy into it and it always creeps me out.

While I love Vrtra and the first brood, I was mega bummed that getting outside help was the solution to protecting Tuliyollal. Like, Koana's been hyped up as a brilliant engineer this whole time, I was fully expecting him to engineer a defense for the city. I guess time was a consideration but there's some kinda eeeehhhh implications in the Turali being unable to defend themselves, and it's a little cheap imo that the solution was apparently Draco Ex Machina.

But what made Alexandria most exhausting of all is that we literally just finished this storyline, almost beat for beat, in the 6.X patches.Right down to having a flashback dungeon set in a medieval kingdom in the middle of the calamitous war that destroyed it, like what the actual hell. Do we really have to keep doing a narrated dungeon at the end of every xpac, btw? It worked for Amaurot. It was already a bit much with Meteion. But we're just rewriting Shadowbringers again forever, I guess.

I didn't like the end zone at all for the same reasons: another reconstruction of a long-dead place and long-dead people for the third expac in a row. Please stop. I loved Shadowbringers but for the love of god please move on from it. By the end I was just rushing things along because I was just so tired of it all. It's lost its emotional impact by now.

Which is all a very long way of saying that I wish we didn't have to save the world again, I guess. We were supposed to be done with that but either the devs (or more likely the execs) didn't trust that we'd remain engaged if the stakes stayed low. I wish they would trust us like they used to.

ARR wasn't about the end of the world. Heavensward wasn't about the end of the world. Stormblood wasn't about the end of the world. We already know they can do it. We already know people enjoy it. It's safe to relax and take your time building back up, dammit. It was kind of disappointing.

In Conclusion

Despite all my whinging, I actually enjoyed the xpac a fair amount. I'm not hooked, but I didn't hate it. There's a lot of good, and a lot of endearing things too. But ShB was clearly too successful, and I'm wondering now if we'll ever get away from it. The new writing team is proving very hit and miss and I really do miss Ishikawa.

We'll see where things go from here. :think:

[faceglitchsworld]

In the 10th of July, 25 years ago, a big earthquake happened. An earthquake so strong and powerful that a mountain came out of it. Now that mountain is staring at us, only to be admired and loved.

All this huge and mighty intro to wish Happy Birthday to San! 🥳

Please, look at the collage I made for him 🥺

I know what are you asking "Teresa wtf, didn't you write birthday letters to Ateez last year wtf happened?"

Eeeeeeeh, last year, around this time, shit happened and I didn't want to write a letter for him but since I'm a completionist I wanted to remedy by writing the letter now. And also because it's been ages since I wrote a letter, I needed to practice a little 🤣

However, I suggest you to read the other letters I made for Ateez last year all in this very useful masterlist (pls don't read them, they're cringe).

Ok, did I say everything? Probably yes, so now you'll get the letter 😌

I think I should start with something very funny. Back in the day, when I was still trying to recognise Ateez's faces, San was one of the first ones that I immediately recognised. Probably his features helped a lot at the time, I don't know.

I know what you are thinking, "and? Ok, good for you but where is the funny part?". Well, the funny part is that I didn't associate his name to his face...at all.

Yes, exactly. Take some seconds to elaborate and also make fun of me for it. You're probably asking why I did this. And the answer is...I don't know? I'm a stupid fan at the end of the day. Probably at the time my mind thought that his name was not cool and I couldn't accept that someone with those recognizable and honestly cool features had such a simple name.

I wasn't used to Korean names, you can clearly see it. But don't worry, I overcame it. In fact, I call him "Sannie Sannie" now. You wonder why? Because I thought it was cuter than just saying "Sannie" once.

But anyway, apart from this funny anecdote of mine, you're probably waiting for something more. But if I tell you something more I should probably make an entire whole ass story of searching the bias in Ateez and no one wants to hear that because it's just me looking at video compilations and being unsure whether I should put two or even three people in the bias list. Those were dark times that it's better to not remember.

But jokes aside, there has been a time where I was clearly unsure about my bias list and San was a potential wrecker. It didn't help that at the time I was heavily focused on watching videos related to Wooyoung and I immediately got caught by the friendship San made with him.

Mind you, I think that his personality was also very fitting to me. I have a kind of soft spot for introverts and San was fitting a lot. The huge patient he showed towards Wooyoung was telling me a lot at the time. I love patient friends in general, they're something you don't find easily. And San surely has a lot of patience for bearing Wooyoung's chaotic nature and also Yeosang's jealousy.

I confess, I don't have the full picture because I didn't live those moments. I only heard stories about how this trio was born. I know there was some little jealousy, that probably is still there but it's just a cute rivalry right now. And I know that those three are closer than ever today. But apart from that I only heard stories. And all of these kind of confirm that San had a lot of patience dealing with a jealous friend who was afraid to lose his best friend. And not only did he bear it, he also managed to welcome him into a new, fresh circle of friends. It's something very sweet to witness.

Also, should I mention his "secret extrovert personality"? The personality that comes up in the exact moment he gets comfortable and starts bringing chaos in the room? Maybe it's not his actual personality and he should just not drink coffee at all but it's something that immediately caught my eye. After all, secret extroverts are another weakness of mine.

And last but not least, I think it's necessary to point out his caring and lovely side. The people who watched the majority of his lives will probably confirm or even use better words than mine. The way he talks with the chat, his soft voice, how he makes the entire situation comfy and lovely... it's surely something else.

Dear San, we reached the end of this letter. To be honest, I think you would have expected some praise for your dancing ability, your stage presence or how you like experimenting things. Problem is...I didn't want to. I wanted to highlight something more from you and I decided to spend all this time just to highlight your sweet personality and how caring and funny you are. It's unexpected? Yeah, but it's not a birthday letter of mine if I don't focus on unnecessary details, it's a habit of mine, hehe.

For your birthday wish, I actually have something very simple. It's actually a "recurring theme" in almost every Ateez birthday letter I made, I think that I became repetitive. But I wish you could enjoy this day resting and that your birthday will not be the only occasion to do so.

And also that you'll learn anatomy better because NO WAY you confused the hips with the butt for Sandeoki's hearts 😭 But don't worry, that's ok, no one actually learns anatomy... Unless you want to become a doctor. Or an artist.

Happy birthday, Sannie 🤍

[anerdquemoraaolado]

@skylarstark4826 asked for a Quarang fic, so here you have it guys.

(Honestly, I miss them too, I'm think in writing a series of prompts for them when I get on vacation)

Watching Spider sleeping calmly and peacefully brought opposite feelings to his father. Miles was sure that the boy hadn't had many good nights of sleep in his life and he was very guilty of that. Now, with his son close by, Miles was determined to keep his word to take care of him. He just didn't know exactly where to start.

Trying to clear his thoughts, he left Spider's room, letting the boy rest without his somewhat dark presence. By the sea, the former colonel sat on the sand, watching the waves, trying to leave his mind empty, his tail still moving restlessly, despite his efforts to clear his mind.

A sudden touch to his ribs put him on alert, grabbing the malefactor's wrist, which he quickly recognized as his wife's.

-Careful, sweetheart - he relaxed a little - you shouldn't try something like that in his conditions.

-I'm not a less efficient warrior because I'm pregnant - Varang quickly replied, in the same proud and haughty way as always.

-You understood what I meant - he soon closed his expression again.

Varang, instead of feeling intimidated, just found the situation even more inviting. With a sideways smile, she quickly glanced at her husband and sat down in front of him, like a stubborn child. Despite being serious, Miles waited to see what would come next.

Her delicate hands went straight to his defined abdomen, drumming quickly, trying to tickle her husband. When the attempt didn't work out very well, she just opened her mischievous smile even more, moving her hands to his chest, but not lingering there too long. In a cunning way, Varang tickled his armpits, knowing that they were exactly his weak spot.

She got a low laugh from Quaritch, which she seemed pleased with. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her, keeping her still there.

-What do you want, woman? Why do you disturb me so much, Varang? - he kissed her ear when he finished speaking - that wasn't what I wanted in return for loving you.

-I know you love my teasing - she hummed back, but soon became serious - what ails you, Miles? Just tell me.

-Spider is my problem - he admitted - problem might be the wrong word, he is my responsibility, I'm afraid that he won't adapt to the tribe, or that I'll never be enough for him.

-It could be so - she didn't deny his statement - there's no way you can completely control Spider's opinion of you, but your attitudes can count in your favor. I am living proof of that.

-Does that mean I didn't win you over right away? - Miles looked at her directly - what was it that made you change your opinion about me?

-Your survival instinct - Varang replied calmly, leaving the games aside for a moment - your desire to adapt, despite anything, took a while for you to open your heart to me, perhaps this will harm you in getting closer to the boy , but if you're always true to him, you'll be the father I know you already are.

Before any trace of doubt appeared on Miles' face, his wife took one of his hands, resting it on her belly. Feeling his child move, the consort her gave a smile, overflowing with what his wife understood as love and protection.

Varang trusted him to keep his promises to care for and protect his entire family, which included Spider. Grateful for his wife's advice and wisdom, Quaritch kissed her sweetly. Varang, somehow, took his fears and anxieties far away.