#when u communicate the first people always assume the second is the same

[puke-ur-gutz]

today is a day to lay in the middle of the floor and use my phone to pretend there is nothing wrong or scary going on in my brain

[wellfine]

HII I love your art so much it's so expressive and it feels like theres so much movement in it! I was wondering if u had any tips or advice to help with that? I practice anatomy and expression so much but it seems like everything I draw on my own is so stiff!! Anyway I hope you have a great week :)) <3

Hi there! Firstly, thank you so much for the kind words, it means a lot that you would take the time to tell me!

Second- my advice is to take everything you've learned about anatomy and THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW!!!!!!!

... For now. Just into the front yard so you can keep an eye on it. But I have seen many artists concentrate chiefly on studying anatomy only to feel like their art ends up too stiff. My own experience has been to treat anatomy as a tool best used to correct an image in the later stages of construction rather than as your driving foundation.

If "correct" anatomy (however you choose to define that) is the priority of your undersketches, I find that you end up with a sort of Skeleton Song approach to drawing - y'know, the knee bone's connected to the thigh bone, etc etc. Whatever energy, emotion, or intent you wanted your drawing to convey is getting lost each time you split it into another anatomical segment. By over-focusing on individual parts, you lose sight of your image as a whole.

The key to conveying dynamic movement in motionless art is to ensure every element of your image agrees on and communicates the same action, the key to which is something called the line of action.

A line of action is simply that - an implied "line" with wich you lead the viewer's eye and communicate movement. Think of it as the core of your figure's action, simplified to its rawest form. By knowing this, you know what to emphasise and what to de-emphasise.

Well, art is a visual medium and I am better explaining with drawings than words or I'd never have picked up a pen in the first place, so:

Images can have multiple lines of action, lines of action can complement and contrast each other, and a line of action isn't always as obvious as something like running. Imagine you're tring to make your art more "aerodynamic" to the eye. Since I draw a lot of One Piece fanart, I assume you're also familiar with it, and you can probably imagine how Oda uses "lines of action" when composing panels of Luffy punching something, Zoro slicing something, Sanji kicking something- etc etc. He's really good at selling the "oomph" of action shots by reducing visual clutter so that the impact of the action is greater.

(The Monster Trio's abilities are all designed in such a way that allow for REALLY striking lines of action... you can tell Oda loves studying manga fight scenes and wanted to create a world where he could push these concepts to the limit, and it's no wonder One Piece caught the eye of animators even before it was serialised by Toei)

You're probably already noticing how line of action also feeds into composition and silhouette when it comes to conveying movement in an image. Basically put, once you've isolated whatever action it is that you want to convey, the more visual clutter you can streamline away from that action, the stronger an impact that will have on the viewer. A firm line of action, an uncomplicated silhouette for your figure, and a readable overall composition of your image/panel are all ways to minimise visual clutter.

You can also use this information to achieve the opposite effect! Sometimes the ideal action you want to convey is not fast, or powerful, or confident, and you can use the same principles.

In fact, you can apply line of action to images that don't have any "action" in them at all. You can make a drawing of someone simply standing there feel more lively by applying these same principles to their body language:

You can develop an eye for how to simplify movement down to its "lines of action" by studying real photos and other people's art. Try simplifying a figure to its silhouette, and then simplify that silhouette further to a stick figure. And honestly, a lot of this could be boiled down to "see your image as a whole and not just a collection of individual pieces". Set anatomy aside during the composition stage and bring it back in when you start building up the sketch.

Moving away from the line of action, my second piece of broad advice is simply to exaggerate more. Lots of artists subconsciously hold themselves back from pushing motion, expression, etc. out of concern that it will look "too much". Well, maybe it will- but you won't know that unless you try! You can always walk it back if you think you took it too far, but I think you'll be surprised by how far you can push your art before you hit that point.

My final piece of advice is to work on line confidence. Even if you follow the rest of this advice, if you have hesitant and scratchy lines, you're undermining the flow and punch of your art. The best way to improve line confidence is simply by practicing! Do a lot of quick, timed studies, and use a permanent medium like a ballpoint pen or marker. Focus on unbroken lines wherever possible even if it makes your studies look like garbo. I find traditional studies are best for improving line confidence, but if you'd really rather stick with digital then just don't let yourself use the eraser tool, and try using a chunky brush with limited pressure sensitivity.

And that's it! Don't stress about it too much though. Loosen up with your art and, like any other skill, you'll improve with practice, time, and analysing what you like about other people's art. Good luck!

[crazycookiemaniac]

hi can u give me dummy steps on how commissions work? What app do u use??? How does it link to ur bank account?? Can ppl see ur real identity when they pay?? What r the usual prices etc.... im in a bit of a bind, financially and i have quite a lot of time on my hands during my job where i can write i feel and i want to start commissions. Im technologically (and more importantly, w my bank) very incompetent iG pls help thamk you. Love ur work btw!!:)

Hello there! Let me try to help you:

First, make sure your clients can easily get in touch with you. For example, try to have the same username in different social media and allow your clients to request via any of them. In my case, I'm "crazycookiemaniac" on Tumblr, Twitter/X, Instagram, Gmail and I even made a website that's offline at the moment (though the website is completely optional. You don't need to go that far). You can also create a linktree and copy&paste the link on your social media bios so people know where to find you!

Second step is, decide how much you want to be paid for your work. This step is pretty hard because it depends on so many things, like how much time you spend working on your writing, what you're willing to write and what you aren't, how much in a bind you are and how much you actually want to earn with commissions.

Using my own case as an example, when I first started working on art commissions 12~13 years ago, my prices varied between $2 and $7 USD. Nowadays, I charge $70~$130 (per character, and charge almost the same prices for additional characters). Even now, I'm not sure if I'm charging correctly for my work, but I still get clients so I'm assuming it's fair enough. I also offer discounts every so often when I'm in need to earn more quickly. A tip I can give you is to look for how much people who offer similar work as you are charging and create your price sheet according to theirs. Reminder that you are allowed to charge extra if the requests are too difficult or something you're not used to doing often (NSFW, for example).

Third: How to accept payments. I personally use PayPal Business, because in this case people will only see my business name (CrazyCookieManiac Productions) instead of my real name. And one VERY important note: always send invoices. DO NOT allow people to transfer you money of their own accord, because if you do you won't be eligible for the seller protection and you might get scammed (happened to me a couple times). If you don't want to send invoices, you can open a ko-fi, link it to your paypal and allow people to pay you through there (it'll be like they're paying for a service, so you'll be eligible for seller protection).

Other important notes:

-> Make sure you're paid at least 50% before starting to work on a commission, especially if it's a new client. It reduces the chances of you being scammed.

-> Always ask your client if they have a deadline, or let them know in how long they can expect you to finish or deliver part of what they paid for. Communication is key for a successful commission!

-> Set an amount of times your client can ask for free edits. I'm saying this because it may happen that one of them asks for way too many edits and you might have other commissions to work on. Time is money!

-> If you can, come up with a FAQ (even if no one asked you anything lol). Write stuff about deadlines, permissions to use your work, what you're comfortable with working and not, if you can make exceptions or not, stuff like that!

And I think that's it? I'm sorry if this isn't perfect, I just wrote down how I usually deal with stuff. If there's anything else I can help you with, let me know!

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Andrew anon here and I'd like to submit a prompt!

If you would still like to write one, i was thinking an Andrew and reader? In not thats fine, but if you would like please take your time!!💜💜

Andrew Garfield and Reader

Summary: A tickle scenario between big brother Andrew and little sibling reader :)

(Thank you so much for this Andrew Anon ❤️ This was so much fun to get to write and I hope you enjoy it :))

You looked over your lines for the upcoming scene. "I'm not ready for this."

"You've been going over your lines for ever Y/N." Andrew glanced up from his script to give you a smile. "You'll be just fine."

"I guess you're right." You flipped to the next page of the script. "There's just so many emotions and really important lines and I . . . just don't think I can do it."

Andrew leaned toward you. "Hey now, you've been doing great so far. Don't let one scene knock you down."

"Thanks Mr. Garfield, but I don't know . . ."

"First, I am not Mr. Garfield, that's my father."

You turtled into your shoulders. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize, that one is an easy fix." Andrew reassuringly squeezed your arm. "But the second point I'm trying to make is that you're doing great so far Y/N. You get out there in front of that camera and you just shine."

You blushed brightly. You never were very good at accepting compliments from other people, but honestly, that felt really good to hear. "T-thank you Mi---."

Andrew raised one eyebrow.

"An---Mister Andrew."

Your older costar playfully rolled his eyes. "Eh, I'll take ihit. Anything I can do to help you calm your nerves?"

You bit your lip and thought. "Umm . . . Could---could we run through the scene together? Atleast once?"

"Of course." Andrew stood and pulled you up with him. "But let's move over to the couch?"

You stumbled along behind him. "What?"

"It's a sibling scene and we're on a couch anyway." Andrew pulled you next to him. "Practicing the same way you'll perform helps ease any nerves."

You tensed a little. While running through the scene, you forgot how close you had to be to Andrew. The older man had never done anything to you; in fact, he had treated you as a younger sibling throughout the whole production. But ever since you were first introduced to Andrew Garfield in his Spider-man movies when you were younger . . . Your first Lee mood had awakened. You had immediately scoured ever fanfiction website for fanfiction for this man and that had been your gateway into the tickling community. Ever since you had wanted nothing more than to be tickled by the man sitting next to you.

Your blush darkened as you were pulled into Andrew's side. You had been able to hide the Lee mood through previous scenes because as siblings, you were mostly throwing things at each other or shoving each other away. But now you were close to his side with his arm around your neck and his hand mere inches away from your side. This was both your dream and your nightmare rolled into one!

However, Andrew must have assumed your red face was from the nerves about this scene because he squeezed your arm as he flipped the script to the first page. "Just try your best."

You fumbled to get your script to the right page. "Uh, y-yeah! Sure!"

Andrew chuckled and scratched the side of your head. "Yohoull doho greheat Y/N."

Those fingers were so close to your ear that you instinctively turtled into your shoulders. But you tried to push the tickle thoughts out of your head as you focused on your first line. "I can't believe he's gone."

Andrew immediately stared at the far side of the room and let his facial features go blank. "Me too."

It was impressive how quickly he got into character. You tired to match his energy by pinching your arm to make your eyes water. "Remeber---remember when we u-used to---to go to . . ."

Your older costar leaned closer and whispered out of the side of his mouth. "He took us."

"Remember when he took us---to the park? He would always---always---." You tried to finish the line, but your hands were so sweaty that your script slipped to the floor. "Oh shoot!"

"It's okay Y/N." Andrew bent forward to pick up your script. "Those nerves like to get the better of us."

"I-I'm sorry, I just---don't know why I'm s-so nervous."

Andrew gave you a wink as he placed the script back in your hands. "Let's give it another try."

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and started the scene again. On the second read through, you felt proud of yourself for getting farther even with tickle scenarios playing in the back of your mind, but then Andrew repositioned himself to give you a hug---and his hand grazed your side.

You squeaked and dropped your script again.

"Wow!" Your older costar pulled back. "Sorry! Did I hurt you?"

"N-no! You didn't hurt me! I'm just---super nervous! I-I'm sorry!"

Andrew stared at you as he reached his other hand down to grab your script. You tried your best to hold his look but your eyes kept darting away as you internally begged your Lee mood mind to get the image of him pinning you and tickling you out of your head.

Then a hand squeezed your knee. And you squeaked.

You looked down to see Andrew's free hand wrapped firmly around your knee. Then that same hand squeezed your knee again and you couldn't stop the second squeak that left your mouth.

Meanwhile, Andrew grinned. "Ihi don't believe ihit."

Your eyes widened. "Uh--uh--M-mister Andrew! L-let's talk abohout thiIIS!"

"I already told you Y/N." Your older costar quickly shuffled you around so you were pinned with your back against his chest. "You reheally need to relax. Otherwise, you'll never gehet thihis scene down."

"I am relaxed!" You exclaimed, neck already turtling into your shoulders. "The mohost relaxed!"

One arm wrapped around your rib area including your arms. "Ah-ha! Know how I know that's a lie?"

"Uhum . . ."

"If you were relaxed." Andrew dug into your side. "You would be smiling mohore."

A surprised squeal left your mouth as your side was attacked.

"See? Soho much mohore relaxed nohow."

"Ah! Nohoho!"

The attack lasted a minute with Andrew tickling along your sides and stomach. It was like a dream come true that you second guessed everything and kept waiting for the moment you woke up, but that moment never came.

You were so caught up in everything and couldn't believe this was actually happening so when he let you go, the first words out of your mouth were, "Is ihit oveher already?"

"Come again?"

Once you registered what phrase had just come out of your mouth, you immediately pulled away and jumped up from the couch. "Uhum, wh-what I meant t-to say . . . Well I--I . . ."

"Hey, it's okay Y/N."

You looked up. "W-what?"

Andrew gave you a comforting smile. "It's okay. Did you want me to tickle you a little longer?"

Your mouth dropped. "You---you don't m-mind?"

"Course not! I think it's adorable."

"Really?"

"Yehes." Your older costar leaned forward. "My nephew still asks for them when we hang out."

"B-but I'm so much older!"

Andrew shrugged. "Doesn't make that much of a difference."

"But . . ."

"Y/N, look at me please."

You managed to make eye contact with your older costar.

"Please stop making excuses. Kids who like tickling grow up into adults who like it. Plus, if tickling actually helps you relax and focus, we can use that to our advantage."

"But you said practice the way you perform!"

Andrew smirked. "If you don't stop making excuses Y/N, I'll show you how we can make it part of the performance."

You heard what he said, but before you could process it, you where talking again. "But---."

"Alright, that's it."

You squeaked and jumped back as Andrew stood. "Wait! Wait, I'm sorry!"

Andrew smirked as he followed you. "Come here Y/N."

You tried to babble out a response as the older man followed you around the room. "Please! M-mercy! Mercyhy!"

"Look at that grin! You're so cute!" Andrew took his hands out of his pockets to reach toward you. "They knew exactly what they were doing when they cast you as the younger sibling."

You continued walking backward. "Shut uhUUP!"

While distracted by the approaching enemy, you forgot the couch you had been sitting on didn't move. You caught the edge of the couch and tipped backward onto it. Once you were on your back, Andrew quickly knelt in front of the couch so you can't get away. "No where else to run nohow."

You continued giggling as those wiggling fingers came closer and closer to you.

"Aww, no reply?" Andrew's fingers wiggled into your tummy. "Or do I have to tickle it out of you?"

"Ack! Mihisteher Andrehew!"

Andrew dug into his sides. "Tickie, tickie, tickie! The tickle monster's gonna get you!"

You wouldn't want to admit it to him, but this was heaven to you. This had been your dream for years! The teasing, the chasing, the wiggling fingers. Everything was perfect.

And you were on cloud 9.

The Andrew began to roll up shirt. "You know what ehelse my nephew begs for still all of the time?"

You squeaked. "Whahat?"

"He used to call them Tummy Toots, buhut yohou would know them better as zerberts."

Your eyes widened. "Wha? Ah!"

Andrew quickly rushed his head down and blew a raspberry into your tummy.

You squealed loudly before dissolving into cackles as he gave your tummy a few more raspberries. "ANDREEEW!"

Your older costar giggled down at you. "Yohou sohound lihike him too!"

You shoved Andrew's shoulders. "Stohop! Yohou're embarassihing mehe!"

"Aww, is someone flustehered?"

You growled. "Yehes!"

"Do I neheed to put you ihin aha better mood?"

A small smile made its way on to your face. "Mahaybe."

Andrew smirked. "Does someone's tummy need a few more toots?"

The smile on your face grew even more as you wrapped your arms around your tummy. "Dohon't yohou dahare!"

Andrew chuckled as he began pushing your arms up. "I'm gonna get your tummy! I'm gonna get it!"

"Ack! WaitwaitwAAAIAT! NAAHAHA!"

You squealed as Andrew blew more raspberries into your tummy. You put your hands on his head as your legs kicked wildly behind him. All of the talk of his nephew mixed with the teasing made you feel like a little kid. Not that you minded at all, that just made the tickling more fun and carefree.

Once he was done with his raspberries, Andrew moved up to give you a hug. "Did you have aha gohood time Y/N?"

You nodded as you returned the hug. "Thank yohou."

"No problehem. Doing this with you reminds me of being home."

"Mehe too." You squeezed him. "I miss them."

"Me too."

After a few more seconds, your older costar pulled back to smirk at you. "And that's also how I would incorporate it intoho thehe scene."

Your eyebrows furrowed together before what he said earlier clicked in your head. You shoved Andrew. "Yohou're horrible!"

"Aww, Ihim sorryhy." Andrew gave you another hug and added in a forehead kiss. "You're really awesome Y/N."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"W-wehell---You're awesomer!"

"No you."

"No yohou!"

"Noho you!"

You held out a hand. "Truce?"

Andrew took your hand. "Truce."

Your older costar helped you up to a sitting position while you tugged down your shirt.

He then handed you back your script. "Come on, let's get back to work. Ohor Ihill have to tickle you again."

You were tempted to slap Andrew's shoulder, but the threat of more tickles made you hesitate. A moment later you tapped his arm. "Mister Andrew? If you want . . . Could we . . . have another tickle fight tomorrow? We have another really difficult scene and . . . It really does help. . ."

Andrew grinned as he nudged your arm. "I'd love to Y/N. It helps me too."

The smile on your face grew even bigger as you settled back onto the couch. This was turning out to be the best movie ever.

[toxycodone]

hello, here to read some of ur birth chart!! lmk if anything was accurate, my chart reading abilities are rusty at the moment </3.

obviously let's start off with your sun :3 you're a capricorn sun in the eighth house. (my sun is also in the 8th house!!! twinsies!!) you might go through a lot of career changes throughout your life & your identity itself may evolve and change pretty frequently. lots of rebirths me thinks. imagine a pheonix rising from the ashes, that's u! you might have a difficult or strained relationship with your father lol. i think your sun is in the 29th degree, but assuming that it is, you might go through a huggeee life change when you're 29 years old. since 29 is a leo degree, that might involve having kids or just becoming more confident and gaining a higher self esteem. u probably like having attention. but who doesn't lol

you're a first house cancer moon, you might resemble your mother quite a bit or have a round or square face and large eyes. you could have been very emotional growing up and potentially very attached to your mum. (which is kind of vague ngl a lot of people were attached to their mothers when they were young but eh whatever). you and your mum may have a lot in common. you may be very transparent when it comes to your emotions lol like you probably can't hide when you're upset whatsoever! like your face just says everything. your cancer rising says more or less the same, since it talks about physical appearance/how you present yourself. round face/baby face, may be ticklish, especially on your tummy. silver jewellery may suit you, or u just prefer silver

you being a aquarius mercury in the 8th house explains a lot about u and why you're so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 on the internet LOL. like the second i saw this placement i laughed so hard because it could not be more perfect. aquarius usually represents technology, the internet, community friendships stuff like that. like i said before, the 8th house talks about rebirth and change, but it also represents death, sex, inheritance blah blah taboo topics in general, really. which i think if you take one look at your blog it speaks for itself LMAOOOO. like piss kink? monsterfucking?? those are the first things that came to mind IT WAS SO OBVIOUSS. but like also no judgement. because i'm also an 8th house mercury. and i like those things. so. anyway to put it simply u were literally born to post freaky shit on tumblr. you've successfully made a lot of friends + garnered an audience that enjoys the same stuff as u. congratulations ^_^ your mercury being in the 8th house made it so you are comfortable talking about topics that others may deem as uncomfortable, which is very very important. also you were probably told you were smart a lot as a kid and may have been considered 'gifted'. meow meow. your 8th house placements are screaming that ur extremely self aware. like to the point that it's a pain in the ass for u. u probably suffer from some kind of anxiety or paranoia of some kind. you probably prefer online dating

that's all the brain power i have atm but if u want more just say the word and i'll be back 😼

ALSO i'm the same anon who sent u this ask --->

https://www.tumblr.com/toxycodone/756122177045135360/minimum-wage-laios-but-hes-not-broke-at-all?source=share

so hello again :3 also have a safe flight to london????? it lowkey sucks here and it's humid as shit right now but still, i hope you have fun LOL

okay I am NOT a horoscope person (I’ve always been kinda ehhhh) but? oh my God…?

Okay this is SUPER accurate. I’ve legit changed so much in the past 3 years it’s INSANE. Even like, if you compared me to a few months ago. My style changes (like at the root it’s the same but still), hair changes, body changes, etc.) I’m always doing something new. Getting a new hobby (recently it’s logic puzzles and sudoku), starting a new series—YEAH. I like to keep it fresh.

my dad and are cool but like. Our relationship IS strained. He doesn’t communicate well and as an autistic person it kills me (like I just recently learned he’s been having knee problems and had been to the doctor for steroids like. WHAT! WHY DIDNT U SAY ANYTHIBG DUDE.) He also doesn’t listen to me or my brother which frustrates us to no end.

AND IVE BEEN TOLD IM LIKE MY MOM. I have a lot of her mannerisms and I was attached to her hip as a kid—she babied me too much. But I’ve finally outgrown that lol. We are still close too.

Okay, I am baby faced as FUCK. Recently my coworker learned I was 24 and she was shocked. She thought I was like 19 at most. And someone thought I was a high schooler recently. Bruh. And I love silver jewelry,,,I mix metals a lot (I’m wearing more gold bc it’s summer) but…silver has my heart. And yes I. Am freaky as FUCK plus. Yeah. I am one to talk about stuff others don’t want to ahsjdhdj I am just really blunt and straightforward but also like…not nervous to discuss taboos.

AND YEAH. I’ve been a gifted kid since elementary (still in honors college to this day) 😭 and my self awareness is off the charts. I’m always like, just aware of what I’m doing (and like, others don’t realize it but I do know when I make people uncomfortable. I just like pushing buttons.)

THE ANXIETY AND PARANOIA GOT ME. Dude. I’m on Lexapro hardcore but before that I was so anxious I genuinely thought others could read my mind and that there was someone living in my house besides me. And my psych diagnosed me w anxiety driven paranoia so. YEAH. YOU GOT ME.

BUT WAIT?!?? UR IN LONDON? Dude maybe we’ll cross paths!! I’ll probably be open about what I’m doing and shi, I’ll be there for 2 weeks. Hehe, maybe I can buy you a pint or something (is that what you Brit’s call it 🤔 /s)

TY FOR THE WELL WISHES AND TYSM FOR THIS YOU ARE AWESOME!!!

[naylor]

okay i know breakup talk is over an i assume that also means gaylor talk, but i still wanted to get this thought off my chest. Feel free to not post it if you do not feel like it :) one think that fucks me up about a lot of gaylors is this idea of 'if you get it you get it' and 'if you don't see it maybe you are not supposed to see it'. and blah this is geared towards straight ppl ig, but it also creates a sort of tier list of queer fans, if that makes sense? like oooh if u are a gay fan but u don't think she is gay then maybe you are not getting the hints :/// but WHY. am i not gay enough? is she only dropping ''''hints'''' understandable to rich white americans? it's very weird behavior to me and paints the queer community as this sort of monolith of opinions and experiences when that is not true. and oftentimes it also gets followed up with 'maybe u just need to hang out with more gay ppl' ????? not every gay person thinks taylor swift is gay (FAR from it, actually) so maybe that's just. you and your friends

no, exactly! that's why i say that larry, gaylor, and all these conspiracy theories are more like internet cults than anything else. there's no one leader exploiting people (as far as i know) but a bunch of smaller niche ones with tumblr blogs, big twitter accounts, or charisma for tiktok and the victims of the cult themselves indoctrinate each other the same way a single cult leader would.

for them there's only one Truth and they're the chosen people to receive it, everything else is wrong, fake, or made specifically to trick the members of the cult and make them doubt of their Truth. they can only trust the information that comes from other people who believe in this Truth and nothing else. this is the first step, indoctrination.

no critical thinking, second opinions, of even a shadow of doubt are ever allowed; if you have any of those it means you no longer believe in the Truth and thus you're no longer welcome in the community, and you're not allowed to be part of communities that don't believe in the Truth or you'll be a traitor so if you don't blindly follow and believe you'll be completely ostracised. this is the second step, isolation.

and any outsider criticism is immediately flagged as homophobia even if it comes from actual queer people because the target for this cult is young queer people in vulnerable states than can be easily indoctrinated into seeing the Truth and then can be used as shields when criticism arise, nevertheless most of the leaders of the cult are straight, white women either fetishising lesbians or tokenising us. this is an illusion of solidarity for the victims of the cult, they are made to believe it's all to protect them and protect gayness itself when it's only used as a tool.

i could go on forever on this topic and how actually scary and insidious it is beyond just being plain harmful for the people involved and taylor herself; but shit talk about gaylor is always allowed and welcome on this blog because if there's something i'm not gonna allow is middle class white women using my sexuality as a weapon and a shield for their ridiculousness.

[yuelaos-codex]

So uhm...

1, 3, 4, 7, 11, 12, 14, 17, 26, 27, 36, 44, 45 and 48 for Ylva and Heimdall eusbajsh

AHH THANK U SO MUCH MIKA 😭😭

Bro all these questions got me questioning if I knew them at all!! I had to give my whole ass mind body and soul into this omg

I’m answering this mostly with the timeframe when they were still together in mind!

1 and 26 already answered here~

3. What was their first impression of each other?

I’ll go with their first time meeting again as teenagers! I think it has more depth vs the one where they first met at the lake as kids.

Heimdall hated her! She was this fake ass mean girl (with oh so beautiful big blue-green eyes) who was trying to manipulate everyone into liking her. This was partly true tho. She would give compliments she did not actually mean, ask questions when she did not actually care, etc.

Ylva thought that he was a bratty, arrogant know-it-all that not even his handsome looks could salvage his terrible personality. (She was right.)

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

Heimdall. Since he’s very perceptive, he could feel if Ylva wants to hug him, hold his hand, or kiss him. They’re both touch-starved people, but Heimdall knowing that he won’t be rejected by her makes him initiate affection more.

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Outside the bedroom? Rarely— as in, you could count the number of times with one hand. In the bedroom? That phrase is used SO much. Like. They get so drunk on each other that they don't even care even if it's embarrassing teehee

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

They always use different nicknames! Heimdall would call her “Queen Bee” or “Miss Charmer”. She just rolls her eyes at him. Ylva would call him “Asgard’s Biggest Toddler” or “Pretty Boy”. The latter is the oldest one and it gets Heimdall going skajds. He fucking LOVES it when she calls him that. Like, they’d be arguing and shit but if she uses that against him that will make him shut up for a second mwahahaha

They also call each other “love” in private! <3

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

Independent. They both value their jobs and trust each other to make time for one another. They have the same threshold with regards to time passed before one starts truly missing the other, so that helps too.

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

They never do PDA. They like to keep things ‘professional’ when out in public, with their titles and all. But if you watch them long enough, you’ll see him put his hand on the small of her back for 0.2 seconds before removing it or them chatting and squeezing each others hands before going on separate ways. Eir (Ylva’s closest valkyrie friend) once confronted her about this, but Ylva just answered “that’s how you say goodbye in greek actually” or something askujdhasjkldhn

Despite their extremely minimal PDA, everyone and their mothers still assumed knew that they were together!

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

Very, very open! to the point that they fight a lot lmao. Mostly petty fights but still. They talk to each other a lot, but they’re both lacking on HOW to talk to each other, which lights up their incredibly short fuses.

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

THERE’S TOO MANY BUT She cooks and prepares food for him when she has the time. Heimdall got matching ear cuffs made for both of them (she teased him by saying he was just too afraid of getting his ears pierced, but she wore the cuff nonetheless). If they’re hanging out by the lake, he puts flowers in her hair while she sleeps on his lap. When they’re both in Gladsheim, they always make it a point to eat lunch and/or dinner together.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

They never really talked about it. Heimdall feels like it’s natural to have kids in the future— that’s just the way life goes. On the other hand, Ylva is afraid of having them. She feels like she won’t be a good mother.

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

They sleep in separate quarters (Heimdall in the Great Lodge, Ylva in the near barracks) but when one decides to visit the other and sneaks into the other’s room (they’re like teenagers help), they always end up cuddling.

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

Regarding their jobs: They trust and respect each other’s abilities. Worrying a little too much is insulting for both of them. So they show it by letting each other do their own thing.

Life, in general: They rarely had any (outside) problems when they were together (their living our best life era™️ tbh). They don’t have the healthiest relationship and while they do communicate a lot, they do not open up or aren’t even aware about their own trauma. They don’t really know how to comfort each other with words, so they support each other through actions. When Ylva is down or just plain tired, Heimdall would invite her to the lake, read to her while massaging her scalp until she falls asleep on his lap. On the other hand she would cook him his favorite food and bring it to him above the wall, where they could eat Alone Together in silence. +++forehead kisses before they go back to work c:

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

Not really. They were in a good place then, and they were just… living in the moment(?) The next step was marriage and to have a family, but they both thought it was too early to discuss that.

[sentofight]

ooc. some of my characters act a little bit childish and i get if some people roll their eyes like 'they are old' but hear me out. to point out no one has said anything, so please dont assume it is u. just thoughts my brain is holding me on gun point if i didnt write it, otherwise will delete thoughts in mere seconds.

character like kula who was experimented on, thus she didn't have a personality of her own--experiences like any other kid growing up made her blank. so, she is technically a kid learning basics. however, due to the amount of experiments she is still whether in shock and refuses to leave that period because it means she is going to forget that part (even if it is hurtful and sad it is part of her plus u know she does not want to forget what was done to her.)

kula is slow in acquiring mannerisms and what we call common sense. kula not only she suffered due to the experiments but she lost her very first friend in a uh... climatic way. Candy was her first friend and it reset kula's development back to square one. hadn't not for diane and foxy she would've shut herself off from the world and decided it is better to not 'feel' again. it's because of her loss she decided to 'learn' more about what feelings are.

she [____?] Diane and Foxy. The word is missing for her but with time she learned what 'love' is. She loves her family. She loves her best friend Candy. She loves the things that makes her smile--ice cream! after she dramatically meets k' and maxima, she loves them too because they are her family! she loves seirah a lot! seirah (whip) does everything to fit in the missing puzzle pieces for her. it is a tough work for someone whose brain is not 'normal'.

With Seirah's help Kula is introduced to a lot of things, especially relationship and how she should talk and communicate better. the reason why my kula is still exhibiting childish tendencies more because ...I AM WAITING FOR SEIRAH TO TEACH HER. also real reason tbh im more into developing my muse on my own pace not because i need to be pressured by how others perceive my 'canon muse' as. all my muses are my ocs deal with it. because i assume that your muses even canon are you ocs too! we write them out of fun and joy no need to police the heck out of each other. unless the fanon goes too hard and it does not make sense then yeah poooooooolice!! arrest this person for ruining a good character!!!

anyway, for kula i take it slow, perhaps extra slow with developing her because you cant undo the frick that happened to her with an ask or a thread. i'd love to explore her more so EYES EMOJI MONEY EMOJI PSPSPSPSPS.

another muse is perhaps edea. dont get me wrong she is not childish in the same as kula but she can be ..mix of stubborn, headstrong and overachiever and that comes out as bratty at times. put in perspective that she is lone child, her mother is most of the time sick in the hospital and her father is a man of higher statues who is away, too most of the time .well. she wants to prove herself that she can be independent and can take care of herself. not to mention she wants to make her father realize she is not a kid...by being a kid skfljsdf edea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hear her out please. she learns the sword to know how to protect herself. likes learning sword so she continues and wants to be a master in it to get her father to see that she is growing--she is not the little kid he has to keep an eye on. almost master the sword and her world gets upside down when she learns about the world from agnes' perspective. the world she crafted so well--black and white. evil and good. it shattered in a single encounter with a stranger. she so heartily believed in that kind of world and that she is 'white' because she is always on the justice side to know she is ...quite grey..if not leaning to black. why? because she is not doing enough to change the bad things happening around her that her father is seemingly 'ignoring'. she is at fault as well as her father.

edea requires developing as well and thankfully *looks respectfully at bear and wylan* they are doing THE work with her. i'm getting there to loosen up that 'childish' part of her with time. actually, I WILL NOT YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE SHE IS CRAZY GIRL AND SHE WILL GO HAM ON YOU IF YOU EAT HER CAKE OK? jokes aside, she is a serious character if the situation demands it. and looking at BD2 she got a new air about her and thats like nice! somewhat mature of the events in BD1 but she is still our crazy bimbo lol.

in terms of confidence, i love writing them both. perhaps edea comes more natural since i have been writing her for a while and she has less baggage than kula ngl. but i enjoy getting challenged by my writing partners with prompts/asks/and threads.

i wouldn't want to call z.ack childish, he is optimistic but i get why he might be called that. he is pure. he believes in the goodness of everyone--deep down they can find that goodness too and do good. balancing his optimistic childish with his seriousness can be tricky. like there is a battle in my mind sometimes how to write his response because in my head they are both legit answers. should he go the 'optimistic response route' or 'serious route'. i usually try to imagine the character saying the line in that situation and im puzzled--he can say both lines! but other factors factor in and i pick the one i feel resonate with the thread flow better.

anyway. love my muses, i love your muses weee.

[luke-kindaunluckydoe]

Hey can u please do,

Aquarius f x Scorpio m x Libra m x Libra f

(NSFW, NO VIOLENCE OR FORCE)

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The admission exam (NSFW) (Aquarius x Scorpio x Libra m x Libra f)

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The student council office was a spacious and dark room, placed on the highest floor of the most exclusive university in the country. It was known that the four people who got to sit on the council chairs held the most power among both students and professors, and that it was hard for the director himself to have a say on their decisions. These people were the top of their respective areas– art, medicine, exact sciences, and political sciences.

You had to fight like a savage animal to get a glimpse of any of them, and to be noticed was merely a dream for some. The hard part was that to be selected as one, all the other three had to back your persona. That's why the power generally stayed in the hands of a web of people who had connections one way or the other. These people were called ‘Spiders’.

So it came as a surprise when a fancy letter was sent to Scorpio's address, inviting him to meet the council that night in very few words.

Come to council 9:00 P.M. Bring tools.

He lowered his headphones to rest on his shoulders, frowning at the fancy paper on his hand. As far as he knew, he had never gotten involved with any Spider, even less seen a council member. Whenever possible, he avoided unnecessary interactions with people, and had no interest in becoming a council member whatsoever. His only goal was completing his formation as a sculptor so he got to say he studied in the best university in the country and proceeded to get his bag.

But maybe not showing up wasn't a good idea. Those types of idiots tended to get resentful, and he would rather not have one of them as an enemy. They weren't leaving the best impression on him, however, sending him the notice to a meeting an hour before it happened.

Scorpio sighed, realizing he would have to take a shower and tidy himself up. He had wanted to spend a quiet evening, but whatever.

In twenty minutes he was ready and set out to the campus, tools in his backpack, riding a motorcycle in a pitch black leather outfit. Had it not been for the motorcycle lights, he would easily merge with the night.

The university building was desolate, which was a bit eerie considering night classes always extended until ten. He walked through the hallways, the gardens, and various stairs to stand in front of a building he never thought he would enter. His watch hit exactly nine, and he pushed the two doors open.

There was only one warm light shining exactly into the chair he kept in the classroom for sculpting. Scorpio noticed how a semi-circle table surrounded it only thanks to the shadows the light created, but if there were any chairs or people, he couldn't know.

“Hello”, he took a few steps in, completely weirded out. “I was called here”.

“We’re aware”, a female voice answered him, and Scorpio assumed she was sitting behind the table, “come sit in the light”.

‘What a bunch of freaks’, he thought to himself, stepping up nevertheless. He stood in the middle of the light awkwardly.

“Sit down”, this time, a male voice commanded.

Now, he wasn't a fucking dog. “I want to know why I was called here”, Scorpio settled for answering without following their orders, trying to hold in his irritation.

“Sit first”, the voice tried again.

“Kindly tell me why I was called here in the middle of the night, carrying a whole bag of tools”, Scorpio bickered.

The room was silent for a few seconds, until a second female voice laughed, “Isn't he funny? I told you”.

“There's no council member for the art area”, the first female voice communicated, “after a brief exam, we thought you could assume it”.

Scorpio felt shivers run down his spine. “No thank you. I'm not interested”.

“Aren't you?” the male voice asked, and although Scorpio couldn't see him, he knew the other was grinning, “It could be a flawless means of getting into the art museum. Or of gaining a name. Or of funding any materials, exchanges and projects”.

The sculptor was tempted but also insulted. “You think I can't do that on my own?”

“Surely you can”, the second female voice answered, “In a few decades perhaps”.

His eye twitched. Of course they were right. All the confidence he showed was half fake. Even studying in such grand University didn't assure a successful future for a sculptor…Scorpio had always given cero fucks. If he was given the opportunity, why not squeeze what he could out of it?

“Why me?” he asked.

The first female voice answered, “It couldn't be anyone else”.

‘What?’ he wondered what that meant. “So what's the admission exam? “

“A sculpture, of course”, the male voice answered, and another light, not too far from the main one, lit up an area where the clay, machines and tools were all ready. Scorpio raised his eyebrow, “Of what?”

The sounds of heels clicking the ground that started at the center of the table slowly got closer to him revealing a beautiful and elegant woman wearing basically invisible lingerie. “Of me”, the voice of the second woman revealed her face. She sat on the chair originally meant for him, crossing her legs and smirking, looking at gim through her eyelashes.

Scorpio was taking a little aback, but didn't expect less from that group.

“Of us, you mean”, and the voice of the first woman was heard walking closer, appearing as a slightly taller yet gorgeous woman, wearing an oversized shirt and tights, but nothing more than that. She went to stand behind the other, closing her arms around her neck seductively.

“Not too late to back down”.

“Nah, I'm okay”, he reassured her, looking at the space to the right meant for his work. “Should I go prepare the space?”

The seated woman laughed again, waving her hand to give him permission, “Go ahead”.

He barely had the time to sit down when he heard the first moan. He hesitantly looked up to see the women kissing, the standing one having put her knee on the chair, in between the other's legs. They kept going like no one was watching them, pulling apart with a wet trail of saliva.

The one standing looked over, insisting, “Not too late”.

He smiled, but it was more of a snarl than anything, “I'm okay”.

By the time he had set everything up properly, the two were shamelessly making out, lingerie long having fallen to the ground and shirt opened, revealing both their bodies in an angle that left nothing to the imagination. ‘At least that was good for the sculpture’ Scorpio thought, taking a deep breath in. Nudity wasn't something he hadn't worked with before, but this… was a bit different.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down the warm feeling on his crotch at seeing her take the other’s nipple in her mouth.

“So I just choose whatever scene?” he asked.

He jumped a little when a voice answered him right in his ear, “As the artist, you should know''.

Scorpio turned his head quickly to find a tall and handsome man looking down on him, a pleasant smile on his face.

“I’m free to do as I like, then?” Scorpio cleared up, looking into his eyes.

The other man went to stand at his side, staring at the hot view, answering, “Under three hours, yes. And as long as you don't throw the towel”.

The sculptor scoffed, “I won't”.

That was until the man very elegantly got onto his knees, manhandling Scorpio and his chair to face him. He now looked up at him, intentions clear, “The door’s open”.

Scorpio clicked his tongue, though he could feel his dick starting to feel uncomfortable, “You better suck dick as good as you trash talk. And move over, I can't work like this”.

So that's how he ended up in his current situation– getting a blow job under his working table, trying to hold in his moans as he depicted the image of the two women taking turns fingering and groping each other in clay.

He delayed his orgasm as much as possible - so much he had finished with the base of the sculpture- that when it hit him, it hit him hard. He leaned back on his chair, gripping its sides as he closed his eyes in pure ecstasy. When the last waves of his orgasm were fading, he realized the other man had come close enough to initiate a kiss, giving him a taste of his own seed.

“Good boy”, the man stroked his cheeks, vibe domineering even with his soft manners. Before Scorpio could argue, he walked away to the two women, where the one with a loose shirt perked up her head.

“Done?” she asked. The man hummed, staring down at the other breathless woman.

“You're hard, Livra”, the one who used to wear lingerie laughed at him. “Guess you're in dire need of release”, she licked her lips.

“You're such a needy slut”, the other woman went in for one last kiss, “Who would believe you're the great Aquarius?”

Scorpio, meanwhile, was paying close attention to the conversation as he molded clay nonstop. Now at last he knew two of their names. From his peripheral vision, he could see the unknown woman approaching, stopping behind him -why did these people love to sneak up behind him?-, nuzzling her breast against his head as he leaned in closer.

“I can see it's two people '', she hummed while staring at his work, “I wonder who you chose. Was it Livra? I’m a bit jealous. Only because he was first”.

Then she grabbed his head and lifted it up, making him watch the scene unfolding before him. “And even then he held back. Don't you see how hard he is? Right now it's Aquarius, but he wanted to be fucking you”. And sure enough, Livra positioned himself to enter a spread Aquarius that was on her back, grabbing the chair with her arms and hips in the air. That could've been him.

The slapping sound of wet skin against each other, the erotic squelching of a wet pussy being rammed into, the clear view of the scene and the involuntary thought of him being fucked instead were hard to ignore with a pair of naked breasts rubbing against his head. Scorpio cursed himself mentally as he saw his dick, that he tucked back into his clothes earlier, harden again. He was especially sensitive, and the world out pleasure turned to be slightly painful, but that just made him hornier.

Wordlessly, the woman went to stand in his front, undoing his zipper once again and letting out his hardened dick.

“One last chance”, she warned.

He grimly answered, “A bit too far along now, aren’t we?”

She went to position herself in his lap, and he grabbed at her hips, feeling muscle that could only be an athlete's. His tip was already inside as he asked breathlessly, “What's your name?”

Before answering, she let gravity do its work and took his dick to the base. She let out a pleased moan, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Libra”, she whispered, “I want to hear you moan it”.

She begun riding him, not letting him get a hold of his tools. Scorpio couldn't work even if he wanted to, anyways. He gripped Libra’s ass with the strength the pleasure of being inside her hot and tight pussy caused.

Libra made sure to pull out before he came. Scorpio had to bite his lips, drawing out blood, to not let a sound come out of his mouth.

“You're enduring”, Libra gave him a small peck, “But I wonder for how long?”

Scorpio checked his watch, realizing only an hour had passed since he first came into the room. What about the next two hours…?

They would be more excruating, he realized next, getting one more blow job, fucking one more person and having to jerk off with need at seeing the three people doing it together.

He was completely exhausted ten minutes before the three hours were up. Yet he managed to finish his sculpture. It was small and not the most detailed, but it definitely reflected his superior skill.

The three naked people got close to examine his work. Libra rook his right side, Aquarius his left, and the idiot Livra stood behind him.

“Okay, it's two people. But who are they?” Aquarius asked.

The sculpture was as she observed– two people, owners of male and female genitalia both, were embracing each other, one with their penis inside the other. Their faces appeared to be almost similar– only one was more feminine.

“You really don't recognize them?” Scorpio clicked his tongue.

He stood up, stretching, and going to retrieve his stuff. “They're a mix of your faces”, he was at a distance from the three as he said, “Because you can go fuck yourselves”. After showing his middle finger, he went to leave.

“You're accepted”, Aquarius’ voice was heard, “Congrats”.

Scorpio waves goodbye, not even turning to look, “Thanks”. Then he shut the door.

[daechwitatamic]

Chapter 13: Cowardly || KTH

(banner by @itaeewon)

Title: What Was Hidden (Masterpost)

Rating: explicit, minors DNI pls

Genre: college!au, angst, eventual smut, strangers -> friends -> lovers -> idiots -> lovers

Pairings: Taehyung x female reader, MYG x OC

Summary:  This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You’re assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg’s The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self��� versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

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In which things get messy... and then somehow, messier.

Chapter Warnings: language, drinking, alcohol abuse, unhealthy coping and toxic communication, fully in the angst sorry

Word Count: 4k

I saw the sun and thought I saw what was hidden The Ghost Sonata | Scene III August Strindberg

Chapter 13: Cowardly

Saturday, January 12th 

Bridget drags you and Kiko to a huge house party further out in town on Saturday night. A few of the guys are going separately, so you know you’ll see Taehyung there. The house is huge, you can’t help but notice as the Lyft drops you out front.

Bridget leads the way, as usual, back towards the kitchen.

“Have you been here before?” you ask her over the din.

“No,” she tells you over her shoulder, “but these McMansions are all laid out the same. Watch, there’ll be a den off to the side.”

She’s right.

In the kitchen, she pours you shots and then you mix drinks as usual. There’s a cult classic movie playing on the big tv in the adjacent den, so you wander that way and stand around behind the couches for a while, chatting and half-watching.

It’s three or four drinks later that you make your way deeper through the house, in search of a bathroom. You find one, but there are three girls in line ahead of you, so you lean on the wall and pull out your phone to text Taehyung – “hey, haven’t seen u. u here yet?”

It’s on your way out of the bathroom and back to Bridget and Kiko that you run into him. Not Taehyung – Davis. Of course. You hate this small fucking college town.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, raising his red cup to you.

“Fuck you, Davis!” you raise your cup back.

He scowls instantly. “I don’t fucking get you,” he says, voice low. “You’re such a fucking bitch every time you see me or Erin, but you have no problem with Nina?”

Everything inside you goes stone still.

“What?” you ask. “What the fuck does that mean, Davis?”

His face changes instantly – whatever he’s insinuating, he genuinely thought you knew about it. “Nothing,” he says quickly.

“No,” you growl, reaching out to grab his arm. You haven’t touched him in almost a full calendar year. “No, you owe me a fucking explanation for that. After everything you put me through, you owe me. What the fuck did that mean?”

He pulls his arm away from you, looks at the ceiling, and shifts his weight from foot to foot.

“Davis, I swear to God -,” you utter, eyes narrowed into slits.

“Nina knew,” he blurts. “About me and Erin. She knew from the first time.”

You stare at him. “You’re lying,” you say.

He shakes his head. “You can think that if you want,” he says. “Honestly, I thought you knew that. I thought she told you. She should have told you.”

You don’t answer him. You can’t speak. You turn away wordlessly and walk – you don’t know where. Outside is probably your best bet, always the place you retreat when you’re overwhelmed. You stop in the kitchen on your way out and throw back two more shots, relishing the burn, relishing how the hurt takes second place to it.

Nina knew? From the first time? Your best friend had known the guy you were in love with was fucking someone else – falling in love with someone else – and hadn’t told you? It can’t be true. He’s got to be lying.

But it would explain so much – like how she always refused to take sides. Maybe she’d really been on Erin’s side all along.

Your head is spinning, you can barely see straight. You’re nauseous, dizzy. You want to scream. You are way too drunk to handle this.

You slip through the front door and start down the stairs, when someone says your name.

It’s Taehyung and Hoseok, on their way up the steps. Taehyung is smiling at you, pleased to see you.

Part of you wants to throw yourself into his arms and sob. Part of you thinks if he touches you, you’ll scream.

“I can’t talk to you right now,” you try to explain. You know you aren’t doing a good job. “I really can’t. I’m sorry.”

His brows furrow, and he nudges Hoseok to continue on without him, coming down the steps closer to you. You hold up a hand, a warning, trying to stop him.

“Go away, Taehyung,” you tell him. “I mean it.”

“What happened?” he asks softly, and the urge to cry is there again. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “Go inside, please. I just need a minute.”

He stands there, unsure. “I really don’t want to,” he says slowly. “You do not seem like you’re okay.”

“I don’t care if you want to,” you snap. Your hands are shaking. “I need a fucking second. When you needed to be by yourself I didn’t fucking argue with you, did I?”

He can’t refute this. “Can I at least tell your roommates you’re out here?” he asks, taking a step away.

“I don’t care,” you say, turning away and starting to head down the walkway, just to go somewhere. “Do what you want.”

A few minutes later, he’s back, Bridget and Kiko on his heels. You’re that much angrier, suddenly, feeling babysat.

“What?” you demand, stalking up to where the three of them stand. “What’s the problem?”

“That’s what we’d like to know,” Kiko says quietly.

Taehyung reaches a hand for you, but you pull away. You’re so dizzy you’re not sure how you’re even standing.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you tell him, and the look of hurt he gives you makes you even madder.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say. “If you had left me alone like I asked, then I wouldn’t be mad!”

You want to fight, you want him to push back. Instead, he just looks worried. “Y/N, what’s going on? What happened?”

Frustrated, pissed off that he’s not doing what you want, angry that you can’t lose it in private, furious and drunk, you scream, “Just go away!”

Bridget starts moving, dragging you by the arm towards the driveway. “Time to go,” she says flatly. “This isn’t you, and it isn’t okay.”

Bridget’s never firm with you, so you shut up, letting her pull you. A second later, Hoseok and Kiko come up behind you.

“I’m gonna drive you girls home,” he says.

“We can get a Lyft,” Bridget tells him. “We’ve got her.”

He shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’ll drop you off and come back here. Come on.”

You don’t speak in the car, fuming, embarrassed, dizzy, and wasted. You rest your head on your knees, tears leaking into your jeans. Someone – Kiko or Bridget, you don’t know – puts a hand on your back.

“Y/N?” It’s Kiko. This makes you cry harder. “Can you please tell us what happened?”

“Davis told me,” you say into the denim, “that Nina knew he was fucking Erin. From the first time, apparently.”

The car goes silent.

“Baby,” Bridget says from the front passenger seat. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” you say, into your leg.

Sunday, January 13th 

 You don’t remember going inside or getting in bed, but you must, because you wake up in the morning and run to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before emptying your stomach.

You brush your teeth and stumble back to bed, head pounding. You pull your pillow over your face, last night rushing back at you in a series of sounds and images - Davis’s flat voice as he told you about Nina, the flash of hurt on Taehyung’s face as you yelled at him, Bridget’s frown as she tugged you towards the car. Your eyes fill and you squeeze them shut, as if you can will the tears away.

“Y/N?” It’s Bridget, leaning over the top bunk. “You good?”

“I’m so sorry, guys,” you croak.

“I don’t think it’s us you need to apologize to,” Kiko says. This makes you cry harder, pushing the pillow harder against your mouth to muffle the noise. Your whole body shakes with it. Nina knew, Nina let you look like a fucking fool for God knows how long, let the potential for hurt just build and build.

 And you were so mean to Taehyung.

Bridget climbs down and sits by you, rubbing your calf as you cry.

“I can’t fucking believe this shit,” you sob, still into the pillow. “What the fuck did I do to deserve this?”

They wait you out; when you can breathe again you go back to the bathroom to blow your nose and splash cold water on your face. Your eyes are red and puffy, your face blotchy. 

“You need to call Taehyung,” Kiko tells you seriously. “He was really worried about you last night.” The and you were fucking mean to him goes unsaid, for which you are grateful. 

“I’m going to go down and get breakfast,” Bridget says. “Do you want me to bring you back anything?”

“Please, yes,” you beg. “Toast and black coffee.”

Kiko joins her, and you know they’ve done it on purpose to give you some privacy.

You call Taehyung, but he doesn’t pick up. Your heart sinks. 

[10:21 AM] You: hey. u ok?

[10:27 AM] Taehyung: sure.

You close your eyes. You really fucked up.

[10:28 AM] You: i was calling to apologize… can we talk?

[10:30 AM] Taehyung: we’re talking

God, fuck. You type fast, desperate to explain.

[10:33 AM] You: okay well for starters, i am SO sorry for yelling at you and pushing you away. there’s no excuse. it wasn’t ok. 

[10:35 AM] You: can i explain what happened

[10:37 AM] Taehyung: i know what happened

[10:38 AM] Taehyung: i appreciate the apology

[10:44 AM] Taehyung: i know you were drunk and freaking out… but im not your emotional punching bag. i didn’t sign up for that.

[10:45 AM] You: i know. i know you didnt. I’m so so sorry taehyung. can we pls talk?

[10:56 AM] Taehyung: i said what i need to. i think u did too.

–

Davis must get to Nina, because she calls you in the middle of the afternoon.

“Nina’s calling me,” you announce flatly to the room. 

“Oh, please let me talk to her,” Bridget says, reaching out a hand.

You stare at the screen, at her name with the little hearts next to it, the picture of the two of you at the beach last summer. You let it go to voicemail. 

[4:41 PM] Nina💕: Y/N, answer me. we need to talk about last night.

“What do I do?” you ask. “I don’t want to fucking talk to her. Now she’s texting me.”

“Tell her to go straight to hell, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollars,” Bridget instructs.

“Tell her you need more time,” Kiko says, more diplomatically.

That sounds better.

[4:44 PM] You: i need more time before we talk. im not ready.

[4:45 PM] Nina💕: i have some things i need to say

[4:47 PM] You: idk wtf you could possibly have to say to me rn

[4:49 PM] You: unless you want to tell me how long you knew? how you found out? im not interested in why you didnt tell me. theres no reason good enough.

[5:10 PM] You: yeah thats kind of what i thought.

Thursday, January 17th

“It’s snowing again,” Kiko tells you as she enters the dorm. You haven’t been out much, except for classes and tutoring. You’ve been ordering a lot of your food, staying safe in your four walls, afraid of who you’ll run into on campus. 

You haven’t heard from Taehyung since Sunday.

“Is it?” you ask, turning on your bunk to look out the window. It’s not that late but it’s already quite dark, that deep, late-afternoon dark of the winter months. You can see snowflakes drifting lazily towards the ground past the tall lights that stand over the student parking lot below.

“How’s it going today?” she asks gently. It’s code for is Taehyung speaking to you yet. 

You shrug. “Same shit, new day.”

“I have something that might cheer you up,” she says, putting her bag down on her desk chair. “Yoongi answered me today.”

“What’d he say?” you ask, the words tumbling from you. 

She shrugs, getting shy, even though she brought it up in the first place. “We talked a little about how we must have both been feeling the same thing - scared, unsure, feeling like the other wasn’t that into it.”

“I would say you’re both dumb, but I have no room to judge, apparently,” you say with a sigh. “So are you two talking talking?”

“I don’t know,” Kiko says, but she’s smiling a little smile that tells you probably yes. “I guess a little.”

“Well, that does cheer me up,” you admit. 

The door opens, and Bridget comes in, dropping her bag by her desk.

“Party in building four tonight,” she informs you both. “Anyone care to join me?”

“No,” you and Kiko say at the same time. You giggle. It feels like the beginning of the year again. 

“Come on,” Bridget whines. “You know you won’t be coming out with me this weekend, Y/N, because the guys are going. So come tonight.”

You consider this. “Building four?” you repeat, trying to remember who usually parties there. Different hosts draw different crowds. You can’t remember ever seeing Davis or Erin with the building four crew. “Okay. But I swear, if I even smell Davis, I am leaving without telling you goodbye.”

“That is very fair,” Bridget allows. 

The three of you walk over sometime after eleven. You know you’ll be exhausted in the morning. Your spring schedule is slightly different than your fall schedule had been, but you still have the most classes - and your earliest - on Fridays. It’s like the administration knows that Thirsty Thursday is a thing and is trying its best to deter you.

The drink selection at the dorm in building four is measly, so you stick to beer. Kiko and Bridget stick close to you, which is nice, and you feel like they’re still kind of keeping an eye on your general well-being. 

You’re there for at least an hour when you spot a mess of black hair that you recognize first with a jolt to your heart, and then your brain catches up to inform you that - of course - it’s Taehyung. Jimin is right behind him, eyes scanning the room as they enter.

“No,” you say flatly, and Kiko turns to see the problem. “I hate this campus. There are too many men here that I don’t want to talk to.”

Kiko looks at you, eyes wide. “Do you want to leave?”

You sigh. “No. This was going to happen eventually. I can get it over with.”

She looks at you, unsure. 

“I’ll stay,” you insist. “Maybe he won’t even talk to me.”

This little bit of prophecy comes true; about ten minutes later you head to the table in the back of the room where the bucket of beers sits, and Taehyung is on his way back towards the kitchen from exactly that spot. Your eyes meet, your feet stop. His don’t. You watch his face go hard, his mouth tighten, and then he’s slipping wordlessly past you, as if you hadn’t been there at all.

That hurts so bad you almost gasp from it, but you have no choice but to keep walking, get the beer you came from, and retreat back to Kiko. Your face is burning with… you’re not sure. Embarrassment? General upsetness? The adrenaline rush that came with the interaction? 

So Taehyung definitely hates you. Now you know for sure.

A few guys who know Bridget drift over to your little trio and strike up a conversation. One of them catches your eye and says, “Don’t I have a class with you?” Over his shoulder, you watch Taehyung as he opens his beer and says something to Jimin. Normally you’d say no even if the answer was yes just to end the conversation.

Something acidy and spiteful makes you say, “Yeah, I think I saw you in Young Adult Lit this morning. Have you taken classes with Professor Whyte before?”

Bridget gives you a look out of the corner of her eyes. The look says why are you being nice to a rando, you are never nice to randos.

“Yeah, I thought so,” the guy says, smiling. He has a nice smile, for what it’s worth. You don’t get any meathead vibes. “No, I never have. Have you?”

“I did Children’s Lit, too, last year,” you tell him. “So far this one seems more… substantial.”

He laughs. “I can imagine. How much substance can you get from Children’s Lit?”

“You’d be surprised,” you tell him, smiling. “The first two assignments were on literal picture books. We had to write literary analysis papers without being able to take up space quoting the text.”

“Jeez,” he says. “I’m Michael, by the way. I live down the hall.”

“Y/N,” you say. “I’m up the hill in the triples, with these two.” You nod your head at Kiko and Bridget.

“Oh, the fancy dorms,” he jokes. 

“They’re okay,” you joke, still smiling. “But the stairs are a bitch.”

He laughs again. “You need a little palanquin.”

“Wow, vocab,” you say, before remembering that that’s you and Taehyung’s game. You try to recover quickly. “Yeah, I do need one of those. But then I have to find people to carry it, it would be a whole thing.”

“I could handle one side, but I’d definitely need a partner,” he says, and this is officially the point where you’d end things and walk away if this were any other day, at any other party. 

“What, you can’t hold it up with a single hand? Come on,” you tease. “You look strong.”

Barf.

He laughs, clearly pleased. “Not that strong.”

You’re standing closer together now, laughing as you talk. Suddenly, Taehyung appears right behind the guy, a smile fixed on his face. You can tell right away that he’s mad.

“Hey, Mike,” he says, tone light. “You mind if I borrow Y/N for a second?”

“Oh,” Michael says, looking surprised. “Wassup, bro? Sure, no problem.”

Taehyung doesn’t respond, not even to speak to you. He turns on his heel and heads to the door that will lead back out to the hallway. He doesn’t check to see if you’re following. Part of you is tempted to stay put, but you gather your courage and start moving.

You let the door close behind you, leaving the two of you in the empty, silent hallway. Taehyung paces a few steps and then turns back to face you. You can’t read the expression on his face; it’s too many things at once.

“You look strong?” he asks finally, his face twisting with disgust. “The fuck was that? You know you weren’t into that guy. You literally did that just because you knew I’d see.”

You frown. “We were just talking. It has nothing to do with you.” That’s a lie. “What does it matter, anyway? You haven’t spoken to me since Sunday.”

“You haven’t either,” he points out. 

“I tried,” you protest. “You didn’t want to talk to me.”

“Once,” he says, stepping towards you. “You tried once, and then never again. Of course I didn’t want to talk to you on Sunday, it had only been a few hours, I was pissed at you! You couldn’t try again another time?”

You feel defensive, frustrated. “You told me you had nothing to say to me. I was trying to respect your wishes.”

“It isn’t even about that, anyway,” he says, waving a hand. “It’s really about last weekend. It’s about how you bailed the second you had one fucking emotion.”

Well, that’s a direct shot. 

“You don’t know as much as you think you do,” you say, low, voice tight.

“I thought I knew some stuff,” he says, holding his hands up. “I thought I knew a lot about you, but I definitely didn’t know you were so cowardly.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you ask. “I’m not going to stand here and just let you insult me -.”

“You pushed me away because you’re scared,” he says. “You yelled at me and stopped talking to me because you were getting in too deep and you needed an out. What happened at the party last weekend was just an excuse, just a catalyst.”

Vocab, thinks the part of your brain that is removed from the current situation. Out loud, you say, “I was ready to try and fix things after last weekend. You’re the one who wouldn’t talk to me. But maybe this is better. Maybe this should just be it. We’re both better off just walking away now. It’ll just be worse when it happens later.”

“You would say that. From day one, you’ve been the one holding back,” he says, his voice finally starting to get loud. “You know it, we’ve talked about it before. Maybe this is better, because I’m fucking tired of being the only one in this.”

“I can’t help it,” you say, deflating a little. “I just can’t get past the logical - we’ll hurt each other. That’s the only outcome I can see.”

“So hurt me,” he says, exasperated, “and let yourself get hurt. You know what happens after? You heal.” He gestures down at his leg at this. 

“That’s not the same thing,” you say, very quietly. 

“So what’s your plan?” he demands. “Never feel anything again? Never love anyone again? You’re trying to protect yourself from hurting, but you’re hurting both of us by doing this. I know you want to be with me.”

You shake your head. You can’t say anything. You know he’s better off if you let him lick his wounds and move on with his life. You will just fuck this up later, just continue to hurt him. If you keep this going, he’ll continue to love you and you’ll continue to let him down. There’s no sense in it. 

“Then look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me,” he challenges. 

You steel everything you have and lift your chin, meeting his eyes evenly. 

“I don’t want you,” you say. Your voice comes out firm and steady, the opposite of how you feel.

“That’s a lie,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m honestly fucking disgusted with you - you can’t even give me the courtesy of being honest right now. This is fucking sad, Y/N.”

He turns and heads down the hallway, throwing over his shoulder a final, “I’m done.” He slams the door at the end of the hall and it echoes like a shot.

Then you’re left in silence.

Friday, January 18th

You feel like a ghost in your Friday morning classes. You sit in the back of each lecture, keeping your head low, praying your professors don’t call on you. 

You’d managed to go back into the party the night before, to find Kiko and Bridget, to tell them Taehyung had broken things off. That you’d both broken things off. 

You hadn’t cried. 

You were too hollow for that. There was nothing to come out.

At lunch, you scroll social media as you poke at your food. 

Taehyung has posted: a picture of sunflowers - your favorite. The caption reads, “Why is it that the most beautiful flowers are so poisonous - the most poisonous?”

“Sunflowers aren’t poisonous,” Kiko says, frowning, leaning over to look.

You laugh bitterly. “It’s me,” you tell her. “That’s a line from The Ghost Sonata, Scene Three. It’s a metaphor. I’m beautiful, but I’m poison. Got it. Message received. Thanks, Taehyung.”

Spitefully, you like the post.

The next time you check, he has you blocked.

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[ladywaifuuwrites]

Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume. 

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”  

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway. 

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small. 

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect. 

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure. 

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity. 

“18,19…?????” 

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him. 

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you. 

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here. 

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face. 

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes. 

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say. 

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar. 

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.  

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon. 

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

[astaroth1357]

request: an MC thats very good w playing games or like,,, is proficiently skilled in all game categories or smrhn

alsp hi xander i love ur writing

and can i giv u a kith? if so: mwah 😚

Well I hate to tell ya, sweetie, but I’m not Xander. I’m Jazzy. Hello! I can see why you’d want something written by Xander, though. He’s mad talented (better at this than I am quite frankly) and he’s on the list of people I wish I could write as well as. I guess we can both take a moment to be sad that I’m not Xander… *sigh*... to be Xander… 😔

Oh well, I am who I am and I don’t begrudge that fact. Meanwhile, I’ve wanted to do more shout-outs so everybody go read @sevendeadlymorons! If you’re not… I mean… why not? He’s more than worth your time. In the meantime, I hope I can entertain you despite my not-Xanderness.

Brothers React to an MC Who’s Good at Games and Stuff 

Lucifer

Honestly couldn’t care less about the MC’s game proficiency in most cases. So they’re good at games? Good for them, he’s sure they’re happy.

But when they’re playing against him on the other hand…

Well, Lucifer may or may not be skilled at whatever game you set him on (he’s a very quick learner so never underestimate him), but he’s whole new levels of competitive when he wants to be. ESPECIALLY if he already thinks he’s hot shit at something.

Video games? Not his forte. Table top games? One word for you: Chess.

Lucifer believes that he can and will whip pretty much anyone’s ass in chess. That includes Satan, Solomon, Levi, and even Diavolo. He is at grandmaster level.

So imagine his shock, no, his disdain to have lost a game of chess to the MC… The moment they said "Checkmate" he stared at the board in front of them for a solid five minutes trying to work out where he went wrong…

And he wasn’t having that.

He and the MC now have regular chess matches in which he wins some and loses some so the tally stays pretty evenly tied. Really it’s all good fun... (but if they think he’s going to let them go home when he’s on a losing count, they’re Dead. Wrong. He’ll drag them back to down just to play chess with him until the score is right again. He DOES NOT lose, you hear? 🤨).

Mammon

Guess who’s found his gambling buddy?? 

No, really. He and the MC can make a KILLING at a Poker or Blackjack table! He’s never seen anyone better at poker than they are!! They have nerves of steel and give nothing away, so he’s lost more than a few hands to them before...

Even past the casinos, they’re perfect for making bets on! He once arranged a Devil Cart competition between the MC and Levi and took bets around RAD for who’d win...

Naturally, everybody assumed the Devildom’s resident Super-Otaku would win hands down, but the MC had this insane last minute save with a blue shell and pulled ahead in the last lap!!

He was like, the only person that bet on the MC and he got soooo much money that MC found HIM crying and hugging a bag of Grimm after the match…

Any time they win a game that gets him money, he’ll treat them like royalty for the next week. Man knows not to bite the hand that feeds him!... and creditors at bay... 😬

It may get slightly annoying that Mammon won't stop telling them about gaming competitions where they can get him more prize money, but hey, at least he's supportive, I guess.

Leviathan

Oh they are either his best friend or mortal enemy… Sometimes both in the same day.

Our boy hates losing, can't stand it any better than Lucifer, you KNOW the second he knows there's someone out there who even has a chance of beating him, he gets serious. This is not a "friendly rivalry," MC.

When they’re playing any game against each other, he'll call them by their gamertag/online persona to keep himself focused (yes, even if they’re playing Monopoly). They can't be his MC right now, they gotta be the person he's going to beat...

He's NOT opposed to dirty tactics to win, either. Saying things that will get them mad or flustered mid-match? Check. Using his tail to distract or tease them? Check. Just being a general nuisance/annoyance in game for the hell of it? Guilty as charged!

He's both a sore winner AND a sore loser, so unfortunately MC, you really can't win here... He'll be obnoxious regardless of the outcome.

However… when they’re on the same team, it's really something special. They don't just destroy the competition, they bulldoze over them like an armored tank barreling through rush hour traffic!

These two are legends in the online gaming community and have even started a streaming channel on the side. Sometimes your worst enemies also make the best allies... Who knew? 🤷‍♀️

Satan

Is surprisingly impressed by their gaming prowess. Are they just supremely skilled or incredibly lucky, you think…?

That being said, he's not the biggest gaming man on the planet so he's not too competitive with them one way or the other.

When Satan plays a video game, he usually goes for story-based, single-person experiences anyway so it's not like he could compete with them even if he wanted to.

That being said, they do share an informal challenge of sorts when it comes to puzzle/detective games (a not so guilty pleasure of his). He likes to try and beat the levels first, so when they start playing a new one they'll both compare time spent and scores.

He even enjoys playing those Devildom-style AR murder mystery games with them! It’s pretty cute to watch Satan get into it, he dips into his inner Levi and cosplays as some of his favorite TV drama detectives for the occasion and insists they dress as his co-star (best just go along with him. It’s not a bad time, even if they have to carry around an old tobacco pipe for a few hours).

Asmodeus

Good at games? That sounds dangerously like they're another Levi… 🙄 What about party games? Oh oh, or drinking games??

Actually scratch that. How about ANY game while drunk? That sounds pretty fun doesn’t it??

Like Drunk Truth or Dare!! Oh that's a favorite of his… 🤭

To be fair to the MC, the booze does diminish their skills somewhat (because that's kind of what it does in general) but not by all that much… It's pretty impressive.

He once challenged them to a game of Drunk Twister figuring that they'd be too unsteady to actually win for once, but no. If anything, the alcohol must have numbed the stretching pains because they bent over him like a pretzel!

Not that he was complaining or anything… 😏

He likes to take the MC to parties where he knows a game or two will be played just to show off to the crowd and brag that they’re HIS lovely, talented human! You go, MC, beat that competition to a pulp! 😌

Beelzebub

Sports count as games too, right? Well, they aren't half bad at those either.

Beel found it surprising that he found a human who could actually keep up with him. His brothers rarely want to play practice games with him anyway so it’s pretty exciting to have a sports partner at home!

He likes to ask the MC to help him train with practice matches or to go over certain moves or maneuvers he’s having trouble with. It’s not uncommon for the brothers to come home and find the two of them tossing a ball around in the front yard or something.

And the both of them on the same team? Forget it. It takes the dream team of Lucifer and Mammon (who aren’t just arguing with each other for once) to even come close to a challenge for them.

He also enjoys playing the occasional video game with them, though he treats it a lot like playing with Levi and just assumes he’ll never win unless he gets lucky - which does happen from time to time.

He doesn’t mind losing that much as long as he’s having fun, and if nothing else he can always win against them in an eating contest… He’s got those on lockdown. Come at’em MC, he’ll pack away an entire fridge before you’re done with your first plate. Try him.

Belphegor

So Belphie enjoys a good game or two - video-based or otherwise - it comes with the lazy-bastard territory. He may not be as skilled as Levi, but he can hold his own in some genres.

But he’s given up on beating the MC looong ago.

Do you know how much practice it would take? How many hours that he would have to use?? The hours where he could be napping instead???  Yeah, no thanks. They can continue to be the reigning Super Smash Devils champion for all he cares.

Buuuut even he has to admit, it’s pretty relaxing to watch the MC play something in the background... There’s a certain sort of satisfaction to watching someone who’s good at a game just play it straight through.

If they’re set up in Levi’s room or the Common area then Belphie may come over, set his pillow up on the floor, and watch them play. He may even throw in a comment or two like, “You missed a health pack,” or “Better save now,” but other than that he likes to just let them do their thing.

The MC has had many an all-nighter with Belphie spectating until about 4am or so. Then he’s dead to the world and they have to work out how to get his not-exactly-light demon ass onto a couch…

Or they can just leave him faceplanted and snoring on the floor. Up to them, really cause he did it to himself. 🤷‍♀️

[chefdoeuvre]

Pushy

Jay Halstead & Will Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Sister!Reader, Will Halstead x Sister!Reader

Description: Some guys don’t know when to take a hint.

Words: 1,116

Requested: yes by anonymous; hey i have a halstead sister request? i don’t know if you’ve seen outer banks but there’s this scene with one of the female protagonists where she’s making out with her boyfriend (who’s sort of like the pushy controlling type) and she says she’s ready to have sex but then backs out and he gets mad at her and i was wondering if u could write an imagine where the same thing happens to y/n with her boyfriend (the girl in the show is like 16 so i’d love it if she was that age- u don’t have to write any descriptive smut obviously cause that’s not really the point) and then she gets home and is super upset but when jay asks what’s wrong at first she doesn’t say anything and tells him he won’t understand but then confides in him and he gets protective and caring? sorry if this is really descriptive but i also really want an imagine where it touches on y/n growing up without a mother or female figure in her life and how it can be hard to discuss some things with brothers but they love her so it’s fine? thx so much 💗

Warnings: mention of sex, an annoying Topper-like person, language, Will and Jay Halstead together (because they need a warning when they’re put in the same room).

A/N: I just watched Outer Banks last week (‘coincidentally’ after getting this request) and I might be a little obsessed. For anyone not familiar the scene this is inspired by is between Sarah and Topper in s1ep3. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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Parties. They were all the rage with summer now coming to an end. Everyone wanted to get in their last huzzah before the school year started up once again. You and your boyfriend were at pretty much every single party this summer. Of course, he would drag you along with his friends with empty promises of a good time. You and parties never mixed well, especially because all you could hear in the back of your mind were Jay and Will’s voices harping on you being safe. You were currently sitting on a couch on the back porch while you nursed your first and only cup of beer for the night. Your boyfriend had soon waltzed his way into the seat beside you. He swung an arm over your shoulder and whispered a few words into your ear. His breath smelled of tequila and vaguely of lemons which were probably from the shots he had just been doing.

“Let’s head somewhere more quiet.” He gestured his head toward the door leading back into the house.

You nodded your head and followed him as he led you to the balcony upstairs. The balcony overlooked the backyard where most people stood, did a few shots, and chatted. The two of you took a seat beside each other on the small couch they had set up. After a few moments went by the two of you leaned in to share a kiss.

The kiss quickly became heated as his hands began to roam your body. Pulling at your top eagerly.

“Are you sure?” He pulled back with a breath after you gave him no sign of stopping.

“Yeah.” You nodded and leaned back in.

As the two of you continued to make out the overwhelming feeling you always got in this situation came creeping back. The feeling caused you to pull away as you shook your head.

“No, no I can’t.” You scooted a few centimeters away from him.

“Of course.” He huffed, “you always say you’re ready and then can’t continue. Make up your damn mind already.” He stood up and walked back into the house, most likely to find his friends once again.

You let out a sigh and ran a hand over your warm face. You laughed humorlessly at your luck in guys before standing up and making your way out of the house. Crossing your arms over your chest you started the short walk home to yours and Jay’s apartment building. Thankfully, Jay and Will would be home by the time you made it back to the apartment. Even with how overprotective Jay is he trusted you not to get shitfaced and throw yourself into trouble at parties. Of course, as long as you made it home by your curfew, which was decently reasonable. Your two brothers had already made plans to watch the game at Jay’s apartment together while they would wait for you to make it home.

After walking in through the door you threw your shoes to the side and flopped onto the couch in between Jay and Will with a huff. The two of them exchanged a confused glance before looking at your somewhat pouty and pissed-off face.

“What’s up, kiddo?” Will asked with concerned eyes.

You sat there silently seething while also feeling the need to cry your eyes out.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jay turned to face you.

“You won’t understand.” You shook your head, your voice was clearly upset.

“All right, so it’s about a guy then?” Will considered.

The two men sat there blankly staring at each other, communicating with their eyes on how to approach this. They stilled when they heard a soft sniffle come from you.

“My boyfriend sucks.” You sighed.

Will and Jay looked up at each other with wide eyes, already assuming the worst.

“What’d he do? Did he hurt you?” Jay questioned.

“No. Unless it’s emotionally then the answer is yes.” You wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

“Emotionally, how?” Will tilted his head.

“I can’t tell you, it’ll be weird.” You scrunched your nose at the thought of telling your older brothers about your sex life. Or lack thereof.

“We promise we won’t be weird. Right, Will?” Jay reassured you as he glanced up at the oldest of the three of you.

“I’ll even pinky promise.” Will held out his pinky toward you, eliciting a small laugh when you connected yours with his.

“The floor is yours.” Jay gestured outward with his arm.

“No being weird.” You warned.

“No being weird.” The two men nodded simultaneously.

“So my boyfriend and I were at a party, as you know.” They gestured for you to continue, “and I said I wanted to do it but when I changed my mind he got all pissy about it. And he does this every time I think I’m ready but back out.” You explained quickly.

Jay pursed his lips as he shared an awkward look with Will who held a similar awkward expression at the topic of conversation. After a few silent moments, Jay cleared his throat before speaking up.

“Trust me when I say this is as awkward as it is for me than it is for you. Especially when Mom would’ve been better for this conversation, but we love you so I guess Will and I will have to do.” Jay laid it all out.

“Fair enough.” You nodded slowly.

“First of all, screw him. He doesn’t deserve you.” Will began which made Jay scoff, “damn right he doesn’t.” Jay added.

“Secondly, if you don’t feel like you’re ready he should be able to respect your feelings and your decision. But clearly, since he lacks functioning brain cells he was being an ass. Which no person should ever do to their significant other.” Will explained calmly after giving Jay a smack on the back of the head.

“Seriously?” Jay questioned as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Advice first, overprotective brother second.” Will narrowed his eyes.

“I can multitask.” Jay mumbled snarkily.

After both brothers offered you some much-needed and surprisingly helpful advice they squished you in between the two of them for a hug.

“Hey, even if you think you can’t talk to us about something I promise you we will do our best.” Jay pulled away to look at you.

“All right?” Jay asked.

“Yeah, I got it. Thanks.” You mumbled into Will’s arm, which he still had wrapped around you.

“Don’t worry, it’s our job to give you life advice.” Will rubbed up and down your arm comfortingly.

Who needs a mother figure when you have your annoying older brothers to help you navigate life?

[fiovske]

would u mind elaborating on the ideology of the game? i’d love to hear ur thoughts. are h referring to the themes of like th ejemplo arizona if playing god and do the ends justify the means type of stuff from the first game carrying through to the second, or other stuff?

yes of course!

what i meant is, i think at the core of this game, it's about climate change and the devastating harm that billionaires with their big companies and capitalism & unchecked ego can cause to the planet; and suffer absolutely no consequences for their actions while they hide and live out the rest of their lives while the normal people of earth die in the promise of the lie that they are responsible for climate change for not picking a paper straw, yknow? we see this in the lie that is Operation Enduring Victory in zero dawn.

This theme carries over in Forbidden West too, that the people of the Old World as they call it, the powerful people from the 21st century, find out a way to escape earth and fake the death of the ship Odyssey where rich ppl buy their ticket to escape the Faro Plague while life on earth perishes for the actions of the rich and careless who never gave a shit about the earth as a planet and only about their own gain. they even faked the Odyssey having a explosion so that nobody ever comes looking for them, or tries to place a claim on their share of whatever they'll find in the Sirius system.

We also learn that these people have perfected pharmaceuticals to the degree that aging is a thing of the past, the people who return to earth and are the main antagonists of hfw are the far zeniths, not the descendants but the very same people who had a hand in destroying the earth a thousand years ago and now that earth has managed to scramble a bit of life together and recover... they've come again to stake their claim. we learn something terrible happened in Sirius system and that's why they have come back but we also learn it's so they can steal GAIA the terraforming AI that is attempting to make the earth livable again for their own personal gain and cleanse the planet of all living habitat so they can start again fresh slate. only them. no matter all the tribes and animals that have managed to survive and persevere, but they intend to doom the entire planet to this. again. and run off with their only hope.

the theme of this game has been very ecologically aware, i have found? and also very anti-capitalistic. in forbidden west what we learnt about ted faro before only worsens and we realize that man, who deleted Apollo, all of human knowledge because he wanted to hide how he had caused the faro plague then killed all the zero dawn ppl still in the bunker of gaia prime. he is never forgiven by the narrative and his atrocities never shown as any less than what they were.

tldr: i agree with the ideology of the game which is capitalism is the root of all evil and when the time comes, rich ppl who actually caused the harm to the planet and played a hand in it's destruction like musk and co, will always attempt to escape to space but just like the zeniths did w sirius, they will ruin whatever new playground they find and repeat the same mistakes and continue to leave dead planets in their wake bc the problem isnt the planets. it's their greed that even the promise of immortality couldnt satisfy which caused them to create what i assume is the nemesis for the third installation of the zero dawn franchise. the heart of the game lies in realizing that aloy cant do everything on her own, that she cant heal the planet all by herself. and she has to let herself lean on the people who love her. and realize that this is a group effort, it has to be the community coming together not to escape to space when their home is threatened... but to preserve the home they have, the earth they love. that's the heart of the game and in that, i believe the heart is in the right place.

[linkspooky]

idk if ur taking asks abt jjk but i was curious on ur thoughts abt gojo i haven’t rlly heard this around but i’ve been thinking abt the fact that gojo desire to basically indoctrinate children to fit his ideal sorcerer society is a bit strange and i saw this on your meta on how the schools only see these kids as tools but doesn’t gojo do the same idk my thoughts are everywhere and i get that gojo was raised in this system so it’s normalised in his eyes but idk gojo’s ideology is lowkey fucked imo and i was curious what u thought

I think Gojo is a product of the same society that raises up kids to be used as tools, and he unintentionally passes that lesson onto his students.Gojo knows that the system is wrong for using kids that way, but he’s such a fundamental part of the system, he doesn’t really know how to overcome it works inside of it instead.  I think what he said to Megumi is pretty telling of how he treats these kids in general, he tells him you better get strong or else you’ll get left behind.” He thinks he’s teaching them what’s best, because that’s how Gojo understands the world works, but at the same time he’s telling a five year old kid if he fails to protect his sister it’s all his fault. 

Gojo teaches his students to “get stronger, get stronger” as a response for all of their problems. He takes responsibility for their development as sorcerers, but nothing else really, and especially not their well-being as individuals. Gojo basically treats his students like mini-adults, friends he can pal around with, and that makes sense if you think about it, he’s raising them all to be political allies.  He’s not really trying to raise a bunch of healthy adults. I think Gojo genuinely does care for these kids and stick out his neck to protect them, and his goal is entirely an altruistic one to prevent the childhoods of other children from getting destroyed like his did. However, Gojo is fatally a selfish person just like Geto is fatally selfless, he doesn’t offer help out of the goodness of his heart, he barters. He always expects something in return from these children.

So, on one level I believe Gojo yes is intentionally using these children. He only extends help when he gets something in return from them, his helps is always conditional on the fact that he’ll gain another ally. However, at the same time I think the problem more lies in the fact that Gojo doesn’t see individual people as individuals, and therefore doesn’t want to pay attention to the indivdual emotions of his students that he ends up using his students this way. He thinks it’s fine. This is how he was used  growing up, but this time, Gojo is using them for good ends instead of a bad one. 

I think Gojo’s inability to take care of their needs as individuals, especially attending to their emotional needs is why Tokyo Students are so strong indivudally, but weak as a group. Gojo’s only interesting in fostering their strength as sorcerers, not their emotional health, or their interpersonal relationships, because he doesn’t view those things as necessary. I mean he’s only had one best friend his whole life, and look at him, he’s fine. 

To give evidence to my argument though, here’s a comparison between the Tokyo Kids and the Kyoto Kids. 

1. Tokyo vs Kyoto

Gojo can be a fantastic teacher when he wants to be, but it requires him paying attention to a student’s individual needs, which he almost never does. When he designs a lesson plan raound Yuji, he does two things that make him better than most Jujutsu Sorcerers already. First, most traditional teachers teach that cursed technique is everything, and would have rejected Yuji outright. Whereas Gojo sees Yuji’s strength as a brawler. He’s willing to go outside the box, and buck tradition to focus on a student’s individual strength and emphasize those rather than telling Yuji he’ll never be a strong sorcerer without strong techniques. The second is he comes up with a method extremely suited to Yuji’s learning style. 

However, I think it’s important to note that Yuji and Gojo are actually really similiar. He’s a really receptive student who hangs off of Gojo’s every word. For Gojo it’s like him teaching a younger version of himself, someone who believes that strength is everything, and wants to become the strongeste to be a pillar of support to others. You don’t really get good teacher points for spending the most time with someone who’s easy to teach.

And even  with Yuji whose really really receptive to Gojo’s highly individual focused learning style, there are several things that Gojo just neglects to teach or even mention. Basic, fundamental things, that every sorcerer should know. 

Nanami has to go out of his way to give Yuji the 101, because Gojo neglected to tell him all the basics. Children are smart of course, especially adolescents who are capable of thinking for themselves, but they also generally know what they’ve been taught up to this point. Yuji is a complete newcomer to the sorcerery world, it makes sense he’d basically be a blank slate having to learn all of this from scratch, but Gojo himself either doesn’t know this, or doesn’t bother with it because it’s too troublesome. He thinks of the kids as miniature adults so, it would make sense that he just assumes they know everything he knows already.

That’s the entire point of introducing Nanami into the story. Gojo teaches Yuji to be a better sorcerer, but not to be an adult, and it’s because he doesn’t really see him as a child to begin with. Gojo thinks becoming a strong sorcerer is the way to teach these kids to be good adults, but he neglects the emotional half of having to teach because Gojo doesn’t deal with emotions well. I mean, even in his training of Yuji, he designs a training method where Gojo doesn’t actually have to be there, and present with him most of the time. He can lock him in a room, and go run off to do Gojo things while Yuji teaches himself. As opposed to a mentor like Nanami who constantly watches and monitors his development. 

This is where we start to get to the comparison with the Kyoto students. Because even in the creaive way Gojo taught Yuji, there were some things that Yuji just learned wrong, and internalized wrong from Gojo’s lesson.

Gojo explained the theory behind Yuji’s divergent fist, but Yuji learned it wrong, because he didn’t understand the way cursed energy flowed through the body. If Gojo was paying attention, he would have caught it and corrected it, but Gojo’s teaching style is sink or swim, let students learn or fall entirely on their own. Whereas, when Todo actually sees Yuji’s flawed divertgent fist, he’s able to point out the problem.

Todo actually acknowledges that there’s a difference between beginners and elite sorcerers, that their’s a learning curve to these things, and rather than leaving Yuji to learn it on his own he guides him through these things. While at the same time, expecting Yuji to figure out some things naturally. Todo never once goes easy on Yuji, I’d say his standards for people are as harsh as Gojo’s. You either learn it or you don’t. You’re either strong or you’re not. However, there’s a distinct difference between Todo and Gojo’s teaching styles, and it’s that Todo is emotionally intelligent, and Gojo is not.

Todo pays attention to people, he notices when they’re off, when they’re going through something, and rather than just ignore it, he almost immediately addresses it and tries to talk them thorugh it. It’s not perfect of course, but having his emotions paid attention to, helps Yuji develop as a person moreso than a sorcerer. 

The Kyoto students have a teacher who pays attention to their individual needs. A teacher who actually teaches. While we may not know much about Utahime as a character yet, you can see the direct impact she has on her students compared to Gojo.

Gojo’s students are individually strong, but weak as a team,. Utahime’s students are much weaker individually, but can come together.

It shows both in the Kyoto Battle Event, but also the Shibuya arc. The Kyoto kids are all unstable it’s true, they’re all prone to lashing out, but because they’ve dealt with such dark emotions rather than repressing them they’re also way more capable of talking about their feelings to others.

Yes, the Kyoto kids don’t deserve to lash out at whoever they want. Yes, lashing out is a bad way to attempt communication. However, it’s also true that the Tokyo kids respond with what basically amounts to self-righteousness. The Kyoto kids are lashing out because they are going through something, because they’re suffering, yet the Tokyo kids don’t really try to understand those feelings. 

Kamo was seperated from his mother at a young age. Maki left Mai behind in an abusive household. Nobara has never experienced the same abuse that Mai has so she’s not really in a position to judge which twin she thinks is the good twin, and which is the bad one. Mechamaru is chronically ill and in constant agony, and then instead of getting him medical help he’s just being used as a toy soldier. 

So.  The problem is. Gojo’s style of teaching. He wants these kids to be political allies. He wants them to try to make a better world than the one he experienced growing up. However, Gojo doesn’t really teach them to think for themselves. He doesn’t teach them to look at the situation, and the way the Jujutsu World is designed to manipulate and use these children.

Individual responsibiltiy is a good lesson to teach. Individual responssibility can help someone get over themselves and their issues and work towards self improvement, but it’s also, not the only solution. It’s also, impossible to overcome these circumstances all on their own. 

Mai can’t be strong like Maki. She’s not weak for folding under the pressure of being in an abusive household. You could even argue that Maki isn’t stronger than her abuse, because emotionally she’s weak, she can’t even maintain a relationship with her own sister she has to cut herself off from everyone. 

Kamo has to follow the clan’s orders, he’s terrified they’ll hurt his mother and he’ll never see her again. She’s actively being used as a tool to manipulate them. 

Mechamaru is already strong as a sorcerer, that’s not going to stop the fact that he’s chronically ill. 

Basically, in this regard Gojo’s students repeat what Gojo himself always says. “Have you tried getting stronger?” We can see why this approach doesn’t work with Kokichi, because he did do what Gojo would always reccomend. He didn’t want to burden others with his emotions so he tried to be strong and solve everything on his own, and that resulted in his death.

Think if Mechamaru had been supported. If he thought it was okay to confide his problems with others, if it was okay for him to be weak, and ask for help when he didn’t know what to do on his own.

However, when he tried to do that with panda he just got slapped with a “Your behavior is wrong.” It’s why even when telling people, especially children their behavior is wrong you also need to be sure to take care of their emotional needs as well. Especially teenagers, because teenagers are literally all emotions, they’re not minitature, fully-developed adults. Kokichi was wrong to lash out, but his emotions were right. He has every right to be in pain. When he’s told off, he also takes that as a message that he’s weak for trying to confide anything in others, that him complaining about his victimhood made him weak in the first place, so what does Kokichi do. He retreates into himself, he quiets down about his problems, he tries to solve everything on his own and he fails at doing that because you can’t. You cannot solve all your problems by simply being stronger than them. 

Gojo’s students aren’t raised as emotionally healthy individuals, and because of that they also can’t really relate to the emotions of other people, especially the negative one. They are, strong willed individuals yes, strong sorcerers, yes, but they’re not really a team. 

I think that’s illustrated in how they all fall apart in Shibuya. All of Gojo’s students basically make the same mistake, they don’t listen to the adults, they charge into battle because “I’m strong enough.” 

Nobara, the adults literally all told you not to fight. Nobara: Nah it’s fine I’m strong.

Look at how Nobara loses. The second she starts fighting with Yuji as a team, she makes a sloppy mistake because she 1) underestimated her opponent and 2) was never taught how to fight in a team. 

It’s not just Nobara though it’s every single one of them.

Yuji runs off on his own, fights on his own, and loses to Choso.  Megumi suicide attacks to take down one (1) opponent whose just a regular curse user when he reaches his limit. 

This is what they are all taught. They all have to fight on their own, be strong on their own, and if they’re strong enough they’ll win, if they’re not strong enough oh well. The Tokyo Kids genuinely like each other as a team but they’re always running away from each other. They all overestimate themselves and what they’re capable of handling and get in over their heads. 

And it does go back to the Kyoto Battle arc, because the Tokyo kids are just as emotionally disturbed as the Kyoto kids, they just are repressed about it. Take Megumi for example, Megumi has been abandoned and neglected all of his life, and Gojo never really offered him any support or healing for that abandonment.

There’s no canon indication that Gojo ever raised Megumi or did anything with him other than provide for housing, and protect him from the Zenin clan on the condition that Megumi STILL BECOME A SORCERER, JUST ONE POLITICALLY ALLIGNED FOR HIM AND NOT THE ZENIN. 

He didn’t offer Megumi a chance at a normal life, or even help him grow up as an individual because Gojo’s not interested in these things. Gojo’s help is conditional on the fact that Megumi work hard to pay him back, and reach his full potential as a sorcerer. As a result, Megumi is walking around with completely unaddressed abandonment issues as a result of never having a stable adult in his life, and this goes, completely unnoticed, which leads to him constantly risking his own life, endangering and harming himself. Megumi’s just as unstable  as the Kyoto kids, he’s going to do something dangerous someday soon. It’s just Megumi’s been taught from a young age, he has to be the responsible one in his household, and he has to take responsibility for everything on his own by working to become stronger, and look like where that has led him.

Hmm, I wonder why Megumi always feels like it’s his responsibility to sacrifice, what could have possibly led him ot that conclusion? Why does he feel so responsible for the actions of other people around him? It’s a geuine mystery.

However, the Kyoto kids are capable of doing something the Tokyo kids can’t do. They can cry and be weak in front of other people. They can support each other as a group. Not only did they help Miwa at her lowest point, but Yuji would have given up, had Todo not shown up when he did. 

Yuji actually wasn’t capable of handling it all on his own. He couldn’t defeat Mahito just by being stronger than him, or having a strong will. 

Individualism like Gojo teaches is important, but it’s also incomplete. It’s only half the solution. The Tokyo kids need the camraderie of the Kyoto kids, the same way the Kyoto kids need to learn to take responsibility for themselves.

That’s why the Shibuya arc ends the way it does. The Tokyo kids failing as individuals, and the Kyoto kids coming together as team. However, since both sides only have half the answer, neither side is able to defeat Kamo Sr. totally.

However, Gojo’s mistakes are shown even more clearly after the arc resolves. Gojo doesn’t actually teach people to think for themselves, because he’s raising them up to follow his politics. Now, look at what his students are doing in his absence. Gojo wants to fix the broken world, but Yuji’s conclusion he comes too after suffering is that he doesn’t want to think about fixing the world. He just wants to become another cog in the machine.

What was the greatest mistake the previous generation made?

Geto. Not only in exposing him to the trauma of Riko dying in front of him. But also, offering him no support a year afterwards.  Yaga completely neglecting him and failing to see what was going wrong. Then, when Geto finally did break, sending another student to kill him.

Yaga really can’t understand why this eighteen year old would hestiate to kill this other eighteen year old, that’s been his best and only friend for three years.  Why is this child not comfortable with an execution mission? It baffles the mind.

Gojo, by failing to raise his students as emotionally healthy individuals repeats the same mistake.

Yuta and Yuji both don’t really care about the world around them, or politics. They don’t pay attention to those things, they weren’t raised to do that. However, now because of that, because both are willing to become cogs in the machine they’re both letting themselves beused right now. 

They refused to think for themselves, so now the elders are manipulating them into a conflict against each other. Yuta because he doesn’t see the situation at large, he only wants to protect his friends. Yuji, because the only way he thinks he has value is by killing curses, he’s just going to keep blindly executing them until Yuta comes to kill him. Gojo’s students are divided specially because of that reason. They’re not together as a group, they’re just a group of particularly strong individuals, and Gojo never even thought that these strong individuals with no particular connection to each other might turn against each other. They might lie to each other. They might keep secrets from each other. They might fail to communicate. Because, Gojo doesn’t really pay attention to complex relaitonships like that. He’s only had his one friend his whole life. 

Even though that’s also exactly what happened to his one and only friend, his emotional needs were neglected by the system around him until he completely fell apart. Geto and Gojo’s problem wasn’t that they weren’t “the strongest” when they were together. It’s that they were never “together” again after a certain point. 

[neko-rogers]

hey!! I’m not sure if your inbox is still open but I thought I’d send this just in case! what would you think abt a dark!peter who’s obsessed w s/o and offers to have her stay with him during like the stay-at-home pet of covid so she’s not alone then when it’s lifted he’s like lol you’re not leaving. sorry that’s kinda long and super specific. i absolutely love your writing though!!💗

Jamie All Over

words: 2,040 (no, i should be sorry bc this was chaotic)

tags: didn’t expect it to be this LONG, manipulative!peter parker, grooming, overprotectiveness, slight mentions of sex, don’t expect too much lmao its a headcanon

a/n: hi babe! i wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted this as a one shot (but if u do let me know!)

so you’re pretty unaware of every move peter is trying to do with you, you know? you were not really sure if it was a kind gesture, as the gentleman he seemed to be, or was it just a special treatment

ever since second year and until now as both of you were on your fourth year, he was consistent with his efforts

these moves were moments like when he would carry your books to your next class or confidently invite you to a study ‘date’ at the library after – often times he tells that his friends were invited, but would never show up later on

sometimes he would bring you lunch. you tried to turn it down kindly, but he insists that it was purposely packed as an extra for when he stays late around the university.

it was a lie though. anyone could tell by the way it was prepared looking very appetizing and tasted just as amazing at it was presented. 

and as peter had mentioned that he lived alone, you also assumed he was the one to make his meals. you were so sure he doesn’t pack for an extra and intentionally wants to impress you with his skills.

“hey, y/n!,” he calls, “look this eggroll has a cute design!”

he honestly was an epitome of a walking sunshine. his smile seemed so pure and you never felt any ill-intent for every gesture he had done for you

his friends seemed very welcoming the moment he introduced you to his group

you got along with ned who seemed to be just as joyful and funny as peter. meanwhile mj was a bit more of a tough cookie, nevertheless you both eventually got a long better than you expected

however, it came to one point wherein your own group of friends started being disheartened with your lack of communication

“you’ve been spending more time with that parker boy, huh?” “yeah, kinda?” “are you two like... dating?” “oh no! no... no... nooo!”

the moment they frowned at you was then that you realized and felt a little more guilty. you always remembered that friends were supposed to be friends despite the lack of time and effort, right?

somehow you tried to compensate for the lack of time with your friends. but every minute you spend felt more awkward than before

they weren’t sharing the same vibe with you and you were starting to question if it had been always like it – were you only adjusting to them?

you reached out for peter, considering that he became one of the closest and trusted people around the university. plus, he seemed to have genuinely great friends

“do you feel happy when you’re spending time with them?”

“well i used to but recently–”

“then you should stop being friends with them.”

you were upset for a second. the way he instantly told you that cutting ties with them would be the (only) option

he sounded serious on the other end of the line and you were just speechless for a moment. the dead air between lines was evident, but you didn’t know what to say

“sorry,” peter makes up, “i didn’t mean to sound too serious. i just don’t like people who are rude, especially to you.”

“oh, it’s fine. i totally get it.” you felt a batch of butterflies around your stomach. someone actually cared for you!!!

the moment you didn’t hesitate on losing your friendship with your past friends and moved on with joining peter’s group, things felt lighter.

somehow you felt more expressive than you realized. they were open to your ideas and thoughts, just as you were with them. you felt super comfortable and realized that you weren’t holding back on anything anymore

that’s why you had expected your winter break to be better than your past ones

everyone agreed to skate around the ice rink in rockefeller for christmas. along with it, also spending new year’s eve at the time square

news flash: you finally had the cliche new year’s eve kiss, with none other than peter parker!!! hooray!!!

for anyone who had common sense, your feelings for peter had accentuated. you weren’t denying it either, and the boy wasn’t oblivious to it too

he was just so irresistible and kind to you, like, all the time – to surreal, honestly

you felt and KNEW you were spoiled with peter (and his friends, who liked to spend time with you outside too, just not as much as him)

just as you were planning your spring break activities, it had to be postponed for another time

a lockdown had to be implemented around the country as it was under the state of a pandemic

mj and ned told the group that they’ll be with their families since lectures had to be concluded for the mean time

you planned to do the same, but you expected that this situation wouldn’t last long. so you chose to stay in your dorm rather than return to your hometown

completely sucks since you not only don’t get to hang out with your friends, but you weren’t able to see anyone in person...

until you got a text from peter

he was literally inviting you over his apartment since he explained that he wasn’t returning home either

you practically rushed to pack a small amount of clothes for a sleepover whilst not forgetting to wear a mask (bc it’s fucking important ok)

you arrived at his address and a big warm hug ensues 

his unit was so tidy and you were convinced he did it to impress you

peter was so happy to see you, acknowledging that you’re also spending a few nights with him

the nights mostly consisted of eating snacks and binge watching movies

however during one of those nights, both of you got a bonus – making out on his couch and further, completely forgetting the television

making out with peter wasn’t awkward at all. most of the time he was the one in control, which you didn’t mind

his hands treated you so gently but the way he teased you made you crave for more than what he was offering

a lot of whining, swearing, and begging – you weren’t aware but he was enjoying it a lot

on his side, he did praise you from time to time, but most of it consisted of raw tension and actions. the room was full of grunts and short breaths 

just want to include how sexy peter would be while he moans all over you. like his whole sunshine personality just drained away the moment he places his hands on either sides of your waist

the next day you felt like a princess even though you know it shouldn’t be???

apparently peter prepared breakfast for you and you felt embarrassed walking around his place only in the shirt you wore yesterday and underwear

just when you thought the extra lunch he packs for you was already amazing, the breakfast he prepared whilst being fresh and hot was just incredible

“you really like it?”

“of course! you really have to teach me to cook sometimes”

peter laughs and jokes, “yeah, don’t worry. i feel like we’ve got a lot of time ahead.”

ok fast forward to a few more days when you were beginning to feel like a freeloader. he lets you borrow a few of his clothes as yours were in the laundry

by the time you wanted to stop by your place, peter started to be more... clingy

at first he didn’t want you to go but after a few more debates, he felt defeated and instead insisted on going with you

eventually you caved and let him. it wasn’t that bad either, he talked to you about a lot of things on the way leaving you entertained the whole walk without realizing how far it had been

he helped you ‘pack’ more stuff so you wouldn’t be going back and forth from his place and yours. you felt like you were going out of town for a month with the amount of clothes and products

both of you returned to his place around late afternoon. you felt pretty tired and didn’t hesitate to pass out on the living room couch

when you woke up you sensed that you were in peter’s bedroom, meaning he carried and tucked you during the night

plus! an arm was wrapped around your midriff and you could feel peter’s breathing against your side

you closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. it was cute and made butterflies flutter around your stomach, and you tried not to move much to not wake him up

anyways apparently the pandemic lasted longer, and more serious, than expected (fuck the government and their incompetency) 

you spent more time with peter and was thankful that you didn’t spend this quarantine alone

within a blink of an eye, a month and a half already had passed. you couldn’t deny that most, or all, days have been unproductive

eat, cook, watch tv, cuddle, fuck, repeatedly get spoiled??? yeah sounds like the dream

weird though because you haven’t completely brought up to peter if you’re actually in a relationship with him. oh no were you just friends with (a lot) of benefits??

but you also felt like it wasn’t the time to bring it up. neither of you were saying anything so it was best to let it be for the fear that things might go downhill from there

anyways this continued for more weeks, especially since the ‘stay-at-home’ policy was deemed necessary

you started to help him do errands around the apartment just to feel like you weren’t an actual freeloader – but it wasn’t a surprise when he kept insisting that you should relax

more cute moments

more sexy times

and more cuddles during night (peter’s grip became tighter every night, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just you getting homesick and overthinking)

ok but when you brought up being homesick and mentioned that you planned peter wasn’t entirely happy about it

the way he acted wasn’t just clingy. he insisted that he’d be the one to go and that you were staying

“ok but i’m not a dog, peter?” “i know, honey, but it’s too dangerous outside. i wouldn’t want you to be at risk.” “i wear a mask?? i follow health protocols?? i’ll be fine??” “you don’t understand–”

oh god he was becoming controlling

you tried not to argue anymore, rather ignoring and pushing past him to proceed to the door

and peter instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist and prevented you from walking further

there was a lot of struggling, but you didn’t know he was this strong. literally what the hell.

you tried to scream too but he pretty much threatened you to your core

“let’s talk this out,” he grunts as he secures his grip around you

“the hell? let me go!”

things got more complicated. he did convince you to talk with him (by means of tying your arms and legs to incapacitate you from running and righting)

it was a nightmare. he was really soft and sweet with you, even getting teary eyed after stating, “i only want what’s best for you... for us”

however you could sense the manipulativeness through it despite being making everything else look convincing

“trust me, sweetie, i wouldn’t want to hurt you. it would crush me” “please don’t cry. i’m only protecting you” “people are disgusting, they don’t deserve an angel like you” “don’t worry, i can protect you”

it terrified you to your nerves, sending shivers across your spine

at first you didn’t realize it, but eventually after days of being trapped, you figured he had been grooming you the whole time

he tried to make you dependent of him and somehow he did a fine job. just not enough to completely exploit you

though, it made you question what would have been better in your situation: being conscious of his sly nature with the hope of escaping or being unaware and completely wrapped around his finger whereas letting him continue how greatly he had been caring for you?