#when you don't belong anywhere because people tell you that you don't deserve to belong anywhere so if you're going to be

[musical-chick-13]

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[tired-needs-sleep]

i like making my friends sob in agony whenever i drop lore on my ocs in chat

[beanghostprincess]

Something I think about a lot is the order in which the Strawhats joined, how that affects their relationships, and how we as a fandom perceive them (this is about the Romance Dawn trio and Sanuso, by the way).

Zoro and Nami were the first two to join Luffy. The Romance Dawn trio. Luffy's first mate and Luffy's navigator. Luffy's anchor and Luffy's compass. He would not know what to do if something happened to them. And of course he loves all the Strawhats. Of course he does. But there's just something about Zoro and Nami that it's personal and intimate in a different way. It's not that they're more important to Luffy, but they're their special people. Their main two. His specialest boy and his specialest girl. Whatever. The thing is that, if we consider this inside the East Blue crew, it just makes sense that Sanuso were so close at the start.

I'm always mentioning how much I miss pre-ts Sanuso because they had more scenes together, whether I referred to background silly scenes or important, character-driven ones. But it's quite literally because they were the only two left. Let me explain:

Sanji has this thing about not wanting to take up much space. Like, his whole personality is to serve and please others, and he isn't used to taking what he wants. Usopp is an anxious mess and he thinks he doesn't deserve to be where he is because he assumes the others are stronger and better than him. They just naturally feel out of place. And they're sharing a ship and an adventure with three other people that, apart from knowing each other before meeting them, they take up so much space in the world without a care. They're shamelessly taking what they want. Slicing people in two, stealing, becoming kings. That leaves Sanji and Usopp in a place of-- Not really loneliness, that's their family now and for once they feel like they belong somewhere but, y'know, they belong without feeling like they deserve it.

I think Sanuso works so well, too, because of their numbers. Usopp was the third one to join. Sanji the fourth. Usopp joined when the Romance Dawn trio was already a thing and he actually hesitated about joining them. And Sanji then met them when they were already like, an actual crew and not just some idiots (well, they are. But y'know, at least four people is better than just two). That thing about 'three's a crowd' and all that? Well, I think there's just some sort of barrier between the Romance Dawn trio and Sanji/Usopp. Not really because, again, they have their own bonds and it works in different ways and the East Blue crew is extremely intimate but please tell me you see what I mean. The Romance Dawn trio wouldn't be a thing if I wasn't right here.

So Sanji and Usopp bond for being the third and the fourth and I think the fact that they don't feel like they belong in the place they should feel at home the most just shows that they just... Feel like they don't belong anywhere. Except when they're together. They're alone together. I think that's why they work so well.

[love-toxin]

oh my god ur eric draven piece….. him finishing his revenge spree and still continuing to live afterwards is just insane. like grappling with the fact that he’s Still here and stuck with the grief and emptiness even after he’s killed everyone who hurt him and shelly…… im sick. im ILL!!! resenting becoming human again bc its torture…. he needs to be comforted and by god i’ll do it (LMAO)

ugh!! i love it!!!! the absolute horror of putting all your rage into a single act of self-sacrificing vengeance only to realize there's no going home in the end....just have to sit with what you've done and realize you don't belong anywhere anymore. everybody you love and hate are dead, and the few people of the former that aren't you can't have anything to do with because being near them will only hurt them worse. knowing you're probably a monster and you'll never find love or comfort again, but even worse, you don't know if you even deserve that much in the first place.

so when you come along and you try to get close to him, he shies away. flees if he has to. hides. you remind him too much of the life he loved before his death and it's too painful knowing he'll never have that again. he forgot there were sweet people and kind people and people who love indiscriminately and because you're one of them, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to you despite telling himself it can never go any further. he has to hold back. you deserve someone alive and...happy. you don't need his burdens weighing you down, you've got a whole life to live and people to meet and lovers to spend your life with.

but because he's drawn to you, he finds purpose. people in this city love to prey on the vulnerable, the weak, and the fragile, they would even eat each other alive if it came down to it. and the thought of you ever being in pain, in trouble, of you being accosted on your way to work or grabbed on your way home--oh, it boils his icy blood. he would rather rip his own limbs off than ever see you taken advantage of by some filthy scum off the street.

so even though he hates it--hates being alive, hates having to live with his regrets and suffer his pain--he seeks his purpose through more destruction. remorseless life-taking. nobody who hurts you or tries to hurt you is innocent, so they all deserve to be taken out with the trash in the worst ways possible. the man who drugged your drink is dragged out the back door of the bar. the guy who bugged your car has his own blown up while he's in it. the creeps who jiggle your doorknob at night hoping it's unlocked? they'll never find all the pieces of those ones.

because you're deserving of so much more than a life of feeling scared and being alone. Eric tells himself that if you ever find a partner that can protect you he'll stop following you around, but he knows deep down that's not really gonna happen. he'll follow you to the grave. besides, you have so much love to give and he can't deny that he deeply enjoys how badly you want to get close to him, to know the man that is always in your peripheral but can't quite work up the nerve to say hello. even though he's convinced it can never be, he can't help wondering whenever he stops and stares at you from across the street in the rain, watching you through the window as you work....could you be the reason he's still here?

[yrsdf]

Hi! I don't see a masterlist so idk if you've done this before. Can you pls do König HCs? Can be fluff and/ smut. Thanks!!

((i just made a masterlist! thank you <3))

how  i see konig with a  - petite!fem

Always has a hand around you whether that be around your waist gripping ever so slightly, or pressed against the small of your back rubbing softly up and down when you guys are walking, sometimes he’ll have a hand planted on your ass, especially if he knows people are looking

He knows his presence scares away any male trying to make a move on you, for instance, you two went on a date for the first time in awhile since he had just gotten back from his long mission, it was a fancy date night, you wore a tight fitted red dress with a slit up to about upper thigh, and he wore your average black tux but with a balaclava on to mask his identity.

He went off to the restroom leaving you at your table, you sipped at your wine as a male approached you, making cocky remarks on how he wouldn't leave you like konig would, and after a few moments of the uncomfortable flirting konig stood behind the man, towering over him and you made eye contact with konig, which made the man turn around

The man was quick to apologize and walk away cowering in fear as konig sat down across from you. “so sorry engel…im here to protect you always..” he reached across the table and held your hand brushing his thumb over your knuckles and making it known he was here

When it came to the waiter ordering food he ordered what you wanted for you, he was aware you didn't prefer public speaking so he always took care of that.

Konig always made it known you were his, pictures littered his social media of his large hand wrapped around your jaw, waist, and neck and placed upon your thigh just to show everyone who saw it, who you belonged to

When going to bed he mumbles how your his and how he could never ever possibly lose you, he always took care of you, made sure you were safe and rarely out of sight, occasionally he peeks his head into the bathroom making sure you're okay in the shower.

whenever it snows konig makes sure you look like a burrito before going anywhere, he shovels a path just for you so your feet don't get freezing cold, he makes sure to immediately take you to starbucks or dunkin, ordering you your favorite hot drink so you can stay warm, he even keeps blankets in his car for when your cold.

In your closet in your shared apartment he only keeps hoodies in it because he lets you have the closest to yourself, he's aware how much space you like for your clothes so he keeps his clothing in a dresser, since his style is simplistic and he has a lot less clothing he found it pointless to store his clothes in there (he knows how much you LOVE his hoodies)

He pays for EVERY MEAL and refuses to have you pay for anything, you don't even need a job it wouldn't matter to him because he can and promises to always be there to take care of you because it's what you've always deserved

When he's not home and on missions he gets gifts delivered to your shared apartment CONSTANTLY flowers,chocolate,doordash, anything you like he makes sure it shows up on that doorstep with a little letter full of his sweet words, and sloppy handwriting that you can't help but love.

When it comes to sex he isn't submissive…ever he kills, he's a killing machine with a cold persona and a grueling background, and he sees you in the moment of heat as his toy, his plaything

Now granted he has his softness!dom moments, he will take care of you, he will give you release every time but not if you tell him to.

If you get demanding, or pushy he'll deny every orgasm until you are almost limp.

[meidui]

i blacked out the star on my chest (but i wore the uniform you made me until it fell apart) people tell me i should talk more (but i already say your name so much) people tell me i'm hard to read (but you see through me every time you look at me) that shield was my only friend for the better half of a century (but i left it behind because you said i didn't deserve it) i don't belong anywhere (but you built the place i call home) i was never great at following orders (but in the end i listened to you and got the life you wanted for me) i don't know what to say when people ask me what i want (but i want to be next to you) i don't know what makes me happy (but i remember laughing with you) you told me i was nothing but a laboratory experiment (but i'm worthy of wielding a god's impossible weapon are you proud of me now) i ran from the world that we've both given our lives to save (but i'll come back to it if you call, i want you to call) you tried to kill him (but i couldn't bring myself to kill you) i stopped believing in god a long time ago (but i still believe in you)

[cho-aaacho]

Self-diagnosis

Masterlist I Archive of Our Own

Warning ⚠️ : Romance, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Love Bites, Licking, Sucking, Touching, Multiple Kiss, French Kissing, Locker Room, Alternate Universe - College/University, Squeezing, Hugging. (It's probably 18+ so I put a warning)

Summary : Leon asked you how to kiss, saying that it would “Heal his mind from being depressed."

Words : 1,828

You were seated in class, spacing out while gazing boredly at the whiteboard. It has been almost 30 minutes since you were waiting for your professor. But you didn't find that old man anywhere; guess he's forgotten about his schedule and is somewhere.

From the distance, you could hear a familiar voice. Laughing and murmuring about something, you couldn't catch up with what they were talking about. But you already know who the voice belongs to.

A minute later, Luis and Carlos unexpectedly entered, their laughter alluring the atmosphere and filling the space in your mind. With a smile, you welcomed them to join, ready to hear some gossip from Carlos.

Step by step, the two approached you.

Luis, a man with silky smooth hair, gently winked at you as you gave him some space to sit beside. The scent of his expensive cologne filled your nostrils.

Carlos set a caramel donut on the table. He licked the caramelized donut off his mouth while smiling and supporting his chin with his palm. He noted. “Hey, you want to hear something funny?”

“You guys have something new to share?”

You've always heard the same story over and over, and Carlos will keep telling it whenever his eyes met yours. But you always enjoy listening to him because it helps decrease your stress levels.

So… this one will most likely be the same story again.

But, judging by Luis' expression, you're not sure. Who knows, they can surprise you this time. These men are full of surprises.

“Chris,” Carlos said, laughing as he shook his head. “He gave Leon a romance novel!”

Oh, okay, that's new. Leon was reading a romance novel. That's rare! And he got it from Chris? It's ultra rare!

But… what's so funny about Leon reading a novel?

Maybe he’s attempting to relax by reading something smooth; the last time you saw him, he appeared frustrated and gloomy. You can’t see a light in his eyes, and he ignores you every time you ask him to eat ice cream.

When you looked at him, you noticed a new minor detail about him, such as a dark circle around his eyes or the fact that he had lost his appetite!

He lost the swimming competition to Luis. And of course, it’s hurting his pride. Leon is always full of himself, and being defeated by someone like Luis is frustrating.

Damn you, Luis!

Luis grinned and gently tapped your shoulder, observing your confused expression. "Hmm... it appears you don't understand, eh? Okay, I'll assist Carlos in reconstructing the whole story. But keep it in mind; it would probably hurt your stomach due to laughter!"

Luis rubbed his hands together and pressed them to his cheek. His eyes twinkled for a moment, and a smile spread across his face. As a code, Carlos raised his eyebrows up and down.

When Luis starts his storytelling, you can detect excitement in his voice and the way he attempts to hold back his laughter whenever he mentions Chris, Jill, or even Claire. As Carlos struck the table repeatedly, Luis waved his hands in the air, trying to calm the situation. He looked at you teasingly after he finished the storytelling, attempting to interpret your expression.

“WHAT? Leon did that? Hell, yeah... I’m so glad Jill didn’t hit him in there.”

He giggles. “He almost passed away!”

“Leon deserves that.”

Leon is so silly. Yes. He's probably the stupidest man in this town.

Well, how could you tell? He asked everyone he met about how to kiss, saying that he wanted to do it just like in the novel; he even asked Jill and Chris about that. It’s so random for someone to ask something like that. People might think Leon is insane.

You mocked. "Luis, you should check his brain; maybe an algae stuck on his brain and he lost its function."

Carlos laughed. "He probably didn't have one!"

Carlos continues the story with humor, and he can’t stop mimicking Leon's voice whenever Leon asks someone those silly questions. Luis nodded, perhaps as proof that the story was real or because he didn't want to disappoint Carlos.

After 20 minutes of chit-chat and eating a caramel donut, you felt drowsy; your head was clouded, and the gloriously blue sky above didn't help your tiredness. Luis' voice was also very relaxing, and it made you sleepy even more.

One notification from your phone vibrated the table in front of you; your nap was disrupted. Carlos stared at you for a minute, trying to figure out who the hell changed your expression from sleepy to surprised.

But he was distracted when Luis offered him a chocolate pie with ice cream on top and a caramel macchiato; who could refuse such an offer?

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat chocolate pie with us?”

You glanced at Luis and replied while yawning. “I’m sorry. But I’m so full right now. I also have a class after this. That damn professor, where is he?"

"All right," he mumbled as he stood in front of the door, Carlos peering over Luis' shoulder.

He added. “Tell me if Leon is doing something stupid to you, and I’ll smack his head with a newspaper.”

The two vanished through the door, still talking about Leon's stupidity. That guy. Who the fuck wants to practice kissing after reading a novel? He must be in a desperate state right now.

"Funny..."

You raised your head, reading his message again as if you didn't want to miss them. The message is a typical Leon message in which he apologizes for neglecting you these days, promises to treat you to ice cream, and invites you to meet him in his locker room.

You replied to his message with a grin on your lips. Maybe you can have a wonderful time with him and mock him about that story until he flushes. Who told him these days to disregard you? He must pay for it!

"Well, maybe I can help you, Leon."

The locker room is a long walk from your class, and you're tired of going there, but that stupid Leon always asks you to meet him there. In your eyes, that locker room was nothing more than a random room filled with chlorine, wet food, and swimsuits, not to mention a large photo of Prof. Albert Wesker in his prime. Leon was always in that locker room following a swim lesson with Prof. Wesker.

Your head is now flooded with Leon and the entire fake scenario you created. You couldn't stop giggling as you walked down the corridor, which shocked Claire when she noticed you.

Now here you are. You smirked as you turned the doorknob, only to be greeted by a familiar face. Leon rose from his seat on the bench and looked to feel the need to punch everything around him.

Before saying sweet words, he grabbed you with his arms wrapped around your waist, slid his lips between your shoulders, and whispered in a raspy voice. "Oh, I'm waiting for you! Listen, I apologize for my recent attitude; I probably hurt you and talked nonsense."

"Well... that's a surprise." You then tease him with your comments. "What's up, sweet boy? Did you get yourself into trouble again?"

"Nope, it's more complicated than that. Something went wrong in my head. I had no idea how to cure it."

He tightened the grip and sniffed your scent. Leon had never held you like that before, which surprised you. He used to hug you, but this hug felt different on your body. Something strange about him piqued your interest.

The way he breathes or talks between your shoulders is out of character for him. He tightens his grasp on your waist and massages your back gently while burying his face between your neck and shoulder.  "I'm sorry if I have scared you."

"Leon... are you okay?"

"I'm not sure if I'm okay; my mind is blank right now."

He interrupted his words and let you out of his arms. You could see him now. His eyes became red, maybe because of crying. The dark circles were gone, but there was still a tired look on his face.

It took him a while to speak. "Someone once told me that if you have pain in your heart, you need a kiss from someone."

You surprisingly blinked your eyes shut. Did he think of that? You didn't know whether he was innocent or stupid.

"Who told you that, Leon?"

"A romance novel I read from Chris."

Yes. He is stupid.

You sighed and massaged your temples. Once again, you stare at him in confusion. "And you really believe that?"

Carlos and Luis were right. This guy is simply foolish. You might be wondering what Prof. Wesker thought when he discovered his student's idiocy. Well, Leon was so good at sports other than that... It's disheartening.

But... perhaps this is a good moment for you to tease and play with Leon. You can tell this story to Luis and Carlos again. It would be the talk of the entire university. Who knows if Leon will realize his stupidity?

"Oh, so what do you want? You want to kiss me, sweet—"

You couldn't finish your sentence, as Leon had already pinned your body to the door and pressed his sweet yet delicate lips against yours. It wasn't a bad move; it was a nice and tender kiss, which made you feel lightheaded when he kissed you back.

He rubbed your chin with his thumb to ensure the kiss, allowing you to feel his embrace even more. To be honest, it feels wrong, yet you were loving it when he did it. Later, he began biting your lower lips, tasting his tongue inside your mouth, and counting your teeth. You reached for his shoulder and lightly squeezed it to get a better feel for him.

"Ahh... Leon... mmh..."

After two minutes of trying to breathe, he slipped his hands down to your waist and groaned softly as you breathed heavily on his face. Leon smiled between kisses because your little sweet mouth sent forth a little whimper. His hand slipped inside your blouse and rubbed his fingertips across your stomach, moving higher and higher until he found your bra.

"Mmh... Leon... stop..."

He breaks the kiss and whispers seductively. "What about this?" He kisses you again and places a slight lick on your neck, sucking and biting it until it leaves a red mark. You squirm in pleasure, trying to hold back a moan.

He added. "Let's continue this in my apartment. Because if Prof. Wesker finds out we were making out, he'll probably kill us."

"Prof. Wesker? Hmm… he wouldn’t kill us. He would send us between hell and heaven."

He laughed and kissed your nose. "Okay. But just as a reminder, I might go wild after this because, damn, your lips are so tempting."

[gemini-sensei]

I’m sorry if this is incoherent I’m just having a lot of feelings about this

But what if Eli stops writing anonymous love letters for popular!reader when he becomes Hawk because he thinks it’s not cool or whatever

And what if popular!reader now gets a little disappointed every time that she opens her locker because she was expecting another letter from her secret admirer and they’ve stopped writing to her

And what if now that Eli is Hawk he finally feels brave enough to ask out popular!reader

But what if she has already fallen in love with the sweet and kind words of her secret admirer so she turns him down because she doesn’t know that HE’S THE SECRET ADMIRER

If she doesn’t say why she turns him down it could end angsty

If she does explain why she turns him down he could write her another letter but this time put his name on it or give it to her in person so that she finds out that he’s the one she’s in love with and they can make out now

No, it's perfect and I love it!

Eli making the change to Hawk is a big move. He basically rewrites himself and takes out anything that is deemed "uncool." Sappy love letters included. After all, they weren't getting him anywhere.

So he takes a better approach, getting himself ready to ask Reader out. He makes himself into a badass, one of the cool students at the dojo, one of the best. Nothing can go wrong with that, but he has to prove himself first, so he takes his training seriously.

In the meantime, Reader is disheartened when the letters stop coming. At first, she thought that perhaps her admirer was sick or out of town, something that would explain away the missing letters. But as the weeks drag on and no more come, she doesn't know what to make of it. She had really started to question who was behind the letters and trying to figure out who it was. She wanted to meet this person that was writing her such sweet words and telling her how amazing she was. Now they're just gone.

Though she has the previous letters, it feels like a lost cause to try and find him. After all, why would he stop sending the letters unless he didn't like her anymore?

She holds onto the letters because they're the most touching, sentimental thing anyone has ever done for her. However, they just make her fall for her secret admirer more. She can't help it, as if it were inevitable.

So when Hawk is finally confident enough to approach her, he has no idea what he's in for.

"Hey, Reader!" he calls out, stopping her from walking down the hall. She turns with a small smile, making his grin widen. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure, what's up?" she asks sweetly.

He feels his heart rate pick up, the thumping so loud in his ears that he's worried she might hear it. For a moment, he feels like the old Eli, but quickly composes himself. He takes a deep breath and smiles. "I was wondering if you wanted to do something this Friday. Maybe we could go to Golf n' Stuff?"

Reader continues to smile at him, but it falters some. She think highly of Hawk, knowing that he's grown a lot in the last few months. However, her heart belongs to another and she doesn't want to string him along. "Oh, man. I'm sorry, Hawk. I can't do that."

His brow furrows, confused and hurt. "Why not?"

"It wouldn't be fair to you," she explains vaguely. She opens her mouth to say more, explain that she likes someone else, but the words catch in her throat. She doesn't want to tell him about her secret admirer, wishing to keep it her littler secret. Only a few of her friends know how she feels about the whole situation. So she surmises to say, "I like someone else, but it's complicated."

"How complicated is it?"

She bites her lip. "It's... kinda silly, I guess. I don't know if he likes me or not."

"Well, if he can't be a man and ask you out, you deserve better than that. Who is-"

"It's no one," she cuts him off, cheeks burning. She's a little embarrassed, knowing that most people would be unsure about the whole thing; she was also worried she would be judged and seen as silly. "I mean, um... it's nothing, really. I'm sorry."

Flustered, she turns around and leave him in the dust. It's hard to explain and she doesn't know how, but fleaing doesn't feel much better either. She scurried away, not knowing how else to handle the situation.

Hawk watches her, heartbroken. This has been the moment he's been working toward for months, not to mention the years he spent crushing on Reader before that. The worst part of it all, he's angry because whoever she likes has made her doubt herself. She saw it on her face when she spoke about him.

He bows his head and walks away, shaking his head in disbelief. However, it's not because he got rejected. It's because he can't believe someone would leave her in limbo waiting for him to make a move, all while making her feel down and confused over the whole thing.

[dirtytransmasc]

Just reading you about spider and agreeing he deserve better. Srsly my heartaches for him and everyone in the fandom painting him being a bad guy is too much like his gray character guys.

but what I notice from him he will never be truly accepted by the two species both humans and na'vi for the human's his to na'vi or (savage) and to the na'vi his the constantly reminder of what the human's did to their people and land and I cry for him for that. His just a kid who wants to be belonged and accepted but always getting rejected.

And what pisses me off is to those people who blamed spider for bringing the rda to the metkayina when in fact it was signal from norm and max got detected by the rda signal. And Jake also pissed me off saying that spider might betray them for telling where they are like sir that kid is literally a ride or die like did he ever think that the how dangerous humans are especially a military one those people will torture for info when like sir your was once a soldier you know how brutal they are? Did he not even think what will they do to spider a kid? Imagine if quaritch didn't step up that boy brain will melted off. So yes spider deserved better

spiders such a good kid, that like, yeah, by human nature he just wants to be accepted, but like, he so clearly tries to suppress it. like sure, he wears his hair like jake, paints blue stripes on himself, holds himself like they do, but we never see him actually try and force himself into their lives. he follows kiri and lo'ak around because they're his friends and they love him, but other then that, he tries to slink into the background and be useful. he doesn't want to be a burden, a reminder, one with the humans. he literally would do anything, sacrifice anything for the na'vi. he did one thing for himself (saving his father, who was one of the first, if not only adults to ever care about him in his entire life) after years of putting his wants and needs aside, and he gets absolutely shit on. like he's just a baby, who will never fit in anywhere, who "doesn't want" to fit in anywhere (cause 99% of humans suck and he doesn't want to hurt the na'vi anymore than he already does for existing.) and he's just hurting.

I think spider's gonna burn out by the end of these movies. not in the going villain or rouge sort of way, but I think we're definitely gonna see a breaking point where he's just done. cause it has to be so hard to keep going like that for years.

he's gotten kidnapped, tortured, dragged around by the rda, forced to watch brutal tulkun hunts and village raids, watched a sibling die to save him, gotten held at knife point by someone who should be like his mother, knowing she might kill him. he has given his all, and still just kept rolling with the punches like they didn't hurt. and still, everyone seems to expect the worst of him.

and that comment from jake, I took it two separate ways, but I guess they could both coexist;

he didn't trust spider to protect his family, despite the kids undying love and devotion for them, even after he was shown nothing but hate.

and/or

he knew they were going to break the poor kid and get what they wanted from him, no matter what it took.

I don't know which one makes me feel more sick. the thought that jake thought so lowly of spider, or the fact that he knowingly abandoned him to that fate. even if jake wasn't the kids guardian, he could have at least given enough of a shit to feign worrying about him, or mourning spider capture. I understand having to make harsh decisions like valuing the life of many over one (doesn't make it anymore palatable, but y'know, military politics) but like, he didn't give a single shit. that's what bothered me the most. they just forgot about the kid.

with what james cameron has said, I think things are going to start sorta looking up for our boy, but I don't have the most hope he's gonna get a truly 'happy' ending. I think so much damage has been done already, that spiders always gonna be that character that breaks my heart.

[countrymusiclover]

31 - Who Really Deserves The Throne

Part 32

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Running as fast as my boots could carry me I didn’t stop until I reached the edge of the green grassy area with the heavy seas rushing down below the high rocks the castle set upon. My hair is blowing in front of my face and every other direction. “Vaella! Vae, What was that back there? You just threw this on the ground like it was nothing.”

“It can't be mine anymore. It has to go to my sister. She's the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.”

Jaime held the crown in his real hand standing a few feet behind me. “No, she's not. She may have Targaryen blood but she's the younger one between you and her.”

“If you go and tell her that she'll have her dragons burn you alive right on the spot.”

He eyed my back silently for a moment trying to figure out what I was feeling in that moment, where had his tough queen disappeared to. “So you’re saying you won't fight for the throne that belongs to you. You're the oldest daughter of Aerys II Targaryen, it should be passed down to you.”

“All so we can start a different war. Yeah I don't think so. Your sister has already made one war hard enough. I don't wish to add to the drama.”

Jaime strides up to me sitting the crown down at our feet taking one of my hands in his real one finally getting me to look into his bright green eyes. “Vae, I know you don't want to fight her. But you can't hide behind her shadow either. You are one of the last Targaryen's too. You don't have to hide anymore.”

“When we were on the dragon island I wasn't hiding. I finally felt like I was living life for once. We should have just grabbed your brother and ran back there.” I slumped my shoulders in defeat.

He raised a brow. “Then your sister would have possibly started a war to get her Hand back from us.”

“I don't want to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone, Jaime. Rhaenyra the Black Queen didn't want that either and look what happened to her when she fought against her half brothers.” I felt tears welling in my eyes not wanting to fight my own sister but in that room she sounded more like my father which would certainly give me nightmares if she turns out to be more like him then our mother.

The golden lion before me sent me a sympathetic look. “Do you want to sit on the Iron Throne, Vaella?”

“For years I’ve said no. But recently I - I think I want it simply to prevent bloodshed if that is even possible by the gods themselves.”

Jaime moves his hand to the side of my face. “I’d follow you anywhere in the world. To King's Landing, Casterly Rock or our Dragon Island.” Laying my head against his chest he wrapped his arms around my waist holding me against his strong form. Clutching the fabric of his tunic I closed my eyes just trying to take comfort in his arms at that moment.

“Queen Vaella. Ser Jaime. I'm sorry I don't mean to interpret but I was hoping I could speak to you alone, my lady.” Jon came walking up the cliffy grassy meeting us on the edge of it with the vast sea before us.

Jaime spared me a look walking down the hill giving us some privacy. “I'll leave you two to talk. Find me later in our new chambers.”

“What do you wish to speak with me about, Jon Snow?” I asked him walking up to him with the wind blowing our cloaks around in the heavy wind.

“You never answered my question in the throne room before you stormed out. So I am still wondering, do you believe what I was saying about the Night king and White Walkers?”

Crossing my arms over my chest I bite my lip. “I somewhat do believe you.”

“Can I ask how because most people don’t.”

Rubbing my hands down my arms I sent him a nervous smile thinking back on my life at the current moment. “Everyone believed that the dragons were gone, including me. I thought my own dragon had been killed by the Baratheons. Until I heard about my sister and her three dragons. Later down the road I found mine alive. Their insistence is a miracle. If miracles can happen, why can’t the nightmares we were told as children shouldn’t be real as well.”

“They are rather incredible beasts.” Jon remarked looking into my purple eyes.

Looking at him for a moment I noticed a look in his eyes where he was deep in thoughts. “You’re good at something you don’t like aren’t you. What is it if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Killing. I hate being good at it. I wish there didn’t have to be fighting at all.”

Whipping my head around I gasped, taken back by the fact that he sounded so similar to my older brother Rhaegar. “You sound an awful lot like my brother. Rhaegar Targaryen.” He never wanted to kill even though he was good at it like Jon had previously just said.

“I’d say it’s how my father raised me. He was an honorable man.” Jon spoke highly of Eddard Stark.

Gesturing my head towards the castle I figured we should head back there instead of standing outside. The journey he had taken was very far so he most likely needed to rest some. “I must assume you’d like to rest, Jon. I must check on my kiddos making sure they aren’t getting into trouble. But we certainly need to speak more of these White Walkers.”

“I'm just relieved that someone here believes me.” He nodded following me back inside the castle going our separate ways.

Hearing laughter down the hallway I paused in my step watching the adorable interaction before my eyes. Luciya was pretending to stab Tyrion with a toy sword. He dropped to his knees begging before Rhaegar raised his right hand declaring as if he were a king. "I, prince Rhaegar Lannister spare ye. Tyrion Lannister, Hand of Queen Daenerys Targaryen."

Rhana helped her uncle off the floor placing her sword on the ground. "And I, princess Julianna Cat Lannister, am in your service, my lord. What would you have me do?"

Tyrion taps his chin seeing me reaching to drink some wine from his bottle that was sitting on the ground at my boots, making him aim his finger at me. "I, Tyrion Lannister. Hand of the Queen declare to...get your mother!"

“Momma!” Chandler beamed brightly up at me running forward leaping up into my arms where I barely was able to catch his body.

The twins cheered chasing after me while I just laughed with them. Tyrion picks up his cup pouring himself another drink still smiling. "No one steals my wine."

“What in the seven is going on in here?” Jaime enters the room seeing his entire family having fun. Which wasn’t something he was sure he would ever have after he stabbed the Mad King.

Sending him a grin was the moment that I truly cherished. “I just wanted a sip of your brother's wine.” Claiming the Iron Throne wasn’t my destiny. I was destined to be a Lannister.

[windows-in-the-night]

the most beautiful part about being queer ever is seeing other people who are probably queer, but haven't realized it. or even just anywhere on the lgbtq spectrum. ofc when i suspect, i don't tell ppl because that just isn't right, but i do encourage people to explore their identities.

it's just so cool because that person is about to go on the adventure of a lifetime, they just don't know it yet. they're about to meet so many people who are just like them if they haven't already met their lgbtq family yet.

on tumblr, i see a lot about inner-community discrimination and bad things happening, but i also think it's important to remember that we're all a family at the end of the day. the one thing that we should all do is welcome someone in with loving arms who deserves the respect that we got upon realizing that we were a part of the queer community. that's for those of us who were accepted right off the bat at least. that's for those of us who got lucky.

the best part is that as an already out queer person to a friend who might be going on a little journey, you can bring that friend into the percentage of people who got lucky because someone was welcoming and encouraging about that person being themselves.

our goal as lgbtq people should be to make sure that more people feel welcomed because we will always be a safe space. we are always someone's family, whether they belong or not, or whether they already have a place to go to.

i've never met a community as amazing as ours, and i'd love to keep it that way, but it takes all of us.

[lutawolf]

I Will Knock You Episode 9 D/s point outs

I'm back!!! @thequeenofsastiel and I will be covering another episode for you guys. You can find her post here. The master post here.

These fucking teases, forcing us to sit through all that empty box suspense. Yeah! Can't he just join group 1!? I'm sorry Thi that you have an asshole friend. Look at Noey's fam though. Big support.

Noey is totally going to kick Phayu's ass, and is it bad that I'm here for it? Okay, so notice that Thi actually tried to order Noey. You see that facial expression. I'm rolling, you guys. Rolling! He didn't even bother to answer him. He didn't get mad, but he didn't answer either. "I'm sleeping in here." He's pushing right past his sub's boundary, but you've got to understand that it's not a hard boundary and this is more about Thi's nervousness at the whole situation than an objection to Noey. He even calls him out. "We've already slept together before. What is there to be shy about."

Then he brings up ghosts! Hilarious! Notice he asks if he can, cuddle. Then he only cuddles when there is no clear objection. This honestly has all the show casings of a No Kink. Like no, but I'm not going to shove you away and you could possibly convince me. Phayu is totally going to get his ass kicked.

"Don't let me see you go anywhere with him." Hard line and command. His face and body language says it all. "What are you talking about?" "I'll give you a smack!" This reminds me of the apartment when Noey tells him that he has two minutes and that's it. Noey will punish. Still, he takes care of his submissive. He brought Thi his stuff. And there is the Sadist, asking if Thi wants to shower together. Offering to wash his hair. Teasing his man. Love it!

I love Noey's group. I'm totally ghost shipping Tong and Thiw. Furthermore, I love the way Noey put the tag on for Thi. Even if he wasn't gentle about it. You can really see the age in little things like that. You can already start to see the balancing of Noey since being with Thi. He listens better and in general has grown so much.

Look at Noey serving his baby! I love how Noey's fam is just watching like the live slug. 🤣🤣🤣 Look how Thi pauses to look at Noey. Did you miss that, because I didn't. The kid is like, dude, take the fork. Hahaha Noey!!! Phayu, you deserved it. Okay, so Thi calls Noey out on not being nice to Phayu, but notice the language. "Noey, refer to Phayu in a good way for once. He's still your senior." In none of that is he referring or referencing himself. He is actually distancing himself from Phayu with that sentence.

Noey however, had already told Thi to leave Phayu alone and all he is hearing, is Thi defending Phayu. So yeah, that little head push is punishment. Which Thi recognized. Noey wasn't even being that rough. Was just reminding Thi who he belonged to. Shocked the shit out of a few people, though. He is trying to tell and show that he treasures his submissive. Thi is hearing him. Then here comes dumbass. I think it's fair he beats him up. Dumbass was trying to publicly embarrass him. He would have deserved it. Tell him Thiw! Tell him! I honestly think he deserves the ass whooping.

Now, Thi could sit anywhere. Everyone has brought up the age thing, but look where he is sitting. Right next to Noey. Noey scolds Thi, but he takes care of him. He's scolding because he's made. He really is upset that Thi isn't putting enough distance between him and Phayu. Doms are tricky. I can Dom a long-standing friend, typically even if they have a Dom. Say @dayummmdorisss got into a relationship with a Dom. She still recognizes me as a Dom because there is a friendship history there, but her Dom's commands would of course top me. There is also no romance there. Whereas Phayu is stepping on Noey's toes. We're possessive and won't accept that.

Noey is a smooth operator. Sliding in those comments to Thi. Then Thi tries to argue about taking a nap and Noey isn't having it. Even smacks his leg as punishment. Going and getting what Thi needs to be more comfortable. This is a Dom guys. Cares for his submissive. Treats his submissive as a treasure, but is still a Dom.

Here is the Sadist. Making fun of his snoring. Then teasing him about holding all night. Love it! Okay, so the finger point and the threat to smack. Just let Noey know where the hard lines are. Noey wasn't bothered at all and continued to tease.

When Noey tells Thi to come over. Thi comes over. It was a clear command that left no other choice, and Thi obeyed. OMG, look at the patience that Noey is learning. I'm so fucking proud of him. He is growing leaps and bounds. And not to mention Thi! Thi who used to get embarrassed and shy about everything. He is dancing without thought to anyone but his Dom.

Noey is front and center helping Thi when he needs to talk. He knows how Thi is, and he's fully there and supportive. The playfulness! Ahh, The playfulness! Love it.

That's it for this episode. I'm a little worried about the next one. Hope you guys enjoyed! 💜💜💜

[beevean]

might just be me but I find the willing infantilization some fans put basically the entire cast through HIGHLY disturbing. "oh Sonic would be in high school!! Amy would be in middle school!! Vector is Espio's D A D so DON'T you dare ship them you pedo!!!! let them be kids I will kill anyone who even dares think that they shouldn't act more like kids and don't act their age anyway!!!! D:< D:<" it's likey they are just MAKING up a bogyman to be mad at while getting to call everyone under the sun pedofiles.

It is. It's both annoying and yes, kind of disturbing. Many (younger?) fans hyperfixate on the characters' ages and act as if they're in any way shape or form realistic.

Guys. A real 18 yo would never be a spy working under the president of the US. Classic Amy, at 8, drove a car. Jet and Blaze are both 14, but can you tell? Can you really tell? Can you look at Blaze the Cat and actually determine that she's a 14 yo girl?

It doesn't matter. It really does not. Ages used to be (before Sonic Channels took them down, bless them) a vague reference, mostly on who is older than whom, or who belongs in a certain age group. The only characters who actually act their ages are Cream, Charmy and Tails. Sonic himself could act anywhere from 12 to 18 depending on the game.

And the infantilization reaches its peak when it comes to ships. Saying that Sonamy is problematic because "Amy would be in middle school and Sonic would be in high school" is both very stupid (they would if they were real, but they're cartoon hedgehogs and they are peers) and also comes with gross implications about how you see Sonic. Why do you believe that he'd groom and manipulate his friend? That's what you're implying, that the age difference is so big that Sonic would take advantage of that, or that Amy is too young and stupid to know what she's doing. Is that how you see your faves? Have you like. played any of the games? and actually witnessed their dynamic?

I also remember a post of someone who got really angry and threatened people who headcanon Sonic and Shadow as being in their 20s. Why are you so bothered, man? Why do you get so offended at the idea of characters being aged up? What disgusts you so much at the idea of cartoon hedgehogs being shipped? Why do you take cartoon hedgehogs being seen in a romantic/sexual light so personally?

You do see the pattern here, don't you?

There is this widespread belief that "problematic" ships are the perfect tool for predators to groom teens, and that's why I believe these fans are so viscerally repulsed by characters not being treated like their canon ages, and feel the need to shout it from the rooftop. This is wrong! And I know it's wrong! You can't hurt me! I am a minor and I deserve to be treated as such, and so do minor characters who are just like me fr fr (read: I heavily project to)! And if you like these gross ships allegedly used to groom minors like me, you're one of the Bad People and you deserve to be hated!

It sounds hyperbolic, but when you put the pieces together...

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“That’s it? Because I remind you of you? And that I ‘deserve’ to be happy?” She paused, taking a breath. “Why do you care so much about this? About me being happy? A-and don’t just say ‘because I deserve it’, there has to be an actual reason why you’re putting so much effort into this.”

“How would it ‘affect’ you? Or anyone? It’s not like I play an important role here, you wouldn’t be losing your best farmer, or cook, or mentor, you’d just be losing someone who’s not helping with anything, so it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.” She was so confused, she was trying to understand his thought process, she really was, but all of it was just beyond confusing.

Her frowned deepened slightly, she knew what he meant. At his comment about her potentially hating him, she shook her head. “No, I don’t hate you, I just thought that you hated me, so I didn’t wanna… I dunno, mess it up even more and make you more mad.” Also because she was scared of him not liking her anymore, mainly because he was the closest thing she had to a friend, and she didn’t want to lose that.

She bit the inside of her cheek in thought, waiting until he was finished speaking to talk. She immediately shook her head. “No, you don’t need to leave! It’s okay.” She wanted to just have this conversation now and not have to split it up over the course of who knows how long.

Although, those were in fact big questions, but they were ones that she knew the answers too, and even if she was nervous about answering them, she knew she needed to tell the truth. “I just miss my friends, and I don’t think I can be happy anywhere without them. I know I need to move on but I just can’t. I-I keep having nightmares and I keep seeing things, and I guess that’s just scaring me because I thought I would’ve been done with that by now, bu-but I feel like if I do stop having nightmares and seeing things n’ all that, then I’m going to forget about them over time, and I really don’t want to forget them, Hiccup-“ She cut herself after realizing that she had been ranting and she turned her gaze down towards the blanket once again. She wiped her eyes, which had started glossing over with tears, and she took a few breaths. “I do want to stay, I like it here, but I just feel so out of place, like I don’t belong here. I’ve seen it when I walk around, these people, they all work together like it’s nothing, it’s like second nature to them, and I just don’t have a place with that, I can’t fit myself in… It sounds stupid, I know, but it’s true a-and you wanted me to tell the truth..”

He leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his eyes, eyes closed as he took a breath. "Alright." He crossed his arms. "I've mentioned this before, how the village saw me as just a nuisance? I didn't fit in, either, and I was born here. I was out of place, and the others didn't miss a chance to remind me. So yes, I have some understanding of what you're feeling, and that's also part of why you remind me of myself." He won't mention the fact that it took him almost dying, and Toothless saving his life, for the majority of Berk to change their minds.

"The difference is, no one looks down on you here like they did with me. There is a place for you here, Danny. You just need to find what you're interested in, and go for it. Learn, learn everything you can about that, and it will change everything."

His expression saddened at the mention of her friends. "Your friends...they're gone, aren't they? I know of one, you had told me about him, but I get the feeling the others are, as well."

He shifted in his seat, shaking his head. "You won't forget them, I promise you that. Would they want you to be sad, unable to move on? If they were truly your friends, they'd want you to move on, to be happy. You're an artist, why don't you draw a portrait of them, as you want to remember them? Hang it up somewhere in your hut, let it be a reminder. Talk about them, tell their stories. That's how you can keep them with you... memories fade, it's true, but sharing them is what keeps them in the front of your mind. It helps more than you'd think."

Toothless listened as they spoke, rumbling in agreement every now and then.

"Do you really think how we feel about others is based on their 'worth'? Who cares if you aren't the 'best' at something? We're still friends, aren't we? I may have been frustrated during our disagreement, but I don't hate you, even if some of what you said was...well, that doesn't matter now." He paused. "I know that couldn't have been easy, so thank you for telling the truth."

[helenvader]

"Now... you know sacrifice."

"Beyond everything you've ever known."

This scene takes place where LUDA died.

Why did he never try to tell her about it? I know, because the writers didn't write it. But it makes no sense. Everybody WOULD try to explain.

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Tamar is so annoying. And she doesn't even look like she belongs to the show, she looks weirdly modern?

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Plot armor in the interior fight with the shadow monster was incredibly strong...

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"Let me carry the hatred of this world." - ok, at least SOMETHING. But Alina doesn't get it. Of course.

Why couldn't they make him sympathetic BEFORE his dying scene?

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Not the meadow again...

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Sasha is dead for a minute and Alina already used merzost. Notice that he didn't use it to resurrect the woman he loved when he created the Fold. He used it so as to SAVE GRISHA. He used it for others. She used it for herself.

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"I don't want any heretics to find his body and make a martyr's relic of it"

WHAT? She's such a self-important bitch. He ASKED you to do it. You have to twist everything, don't you?

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How can Kaz know poetry that Tolya quotes? Do they teach it on the streets of the Barrel?

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Genya really was reduced to a victim. But is David dead? People killed by the shadow monsters do not disappear. He might be alive. And I hope he is!

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"You both have every right." What bloody right do Zoya and Genya have to burn Sasha? Burning him is not revenge, it's what he bloody wanted to avoid his body to be misused.

I feel so sad for him. Finally. Finally something made me feel something.

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Oh no, a speech? Please no.

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Fjerdans looking at the Fold that is no more. Yay! Now they can enter Ravka from anywhere.

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Ha! A bee! Ha!

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Isn't a privateer basically a pirate licensed by the government to capture enemy ships, allowed to keep the spoils in return? Why do they need one?

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No. Don't spoil Kanej. Taken out of the book context, what Inej says sounds like she only cares about the physical part of love. :-(

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Mal being Sturmhond is like Dread Pirate Rogers from Princess Bride. 🤣

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Oh I see, privateer as in "spy". Maybe slaver ship hunter, too? I can accept that!

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Mal in teal frock! 🙃

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Ah, yes. Slaver ship hunter. I do like that!

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How can King of Ravka give pardon to a Kerch prisoner?

Except it didn't work anyway.

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The Apparat!

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Sobachka is a monster, as expected. :-(

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Alina *so* doesn't deserve Nikolai.

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Enter Zoya and Genya, the new nobility as it seems. Including shallow conversations. Oh wow, a refuge. That has been done before, hasn't it? Oh, but that doesn't count. It was evil when Sasha did it. At a much higher risk.

Doing away with coloured keftas is important, yes.

So Shu Han is suddenly just "estranged"?

WHAT DRUGS DID THE WRITERS TAKE?

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Triumvirate indeed.

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Isn't the Lantsov banner light blue? But maybe it's just a coronation thing.

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Jurda parem.

Impressively gory.

Alina, that was some smirk. Not walking the same path as Sasha? Just look at your face.

A great ending. Too bad so much of the show was meh.

[seethesunny]

Are We Out Of The Woods Yet? (Or the aftermath of the Into The Woods Arc and the Faybelle's Choice webisode.)

Blondie and Cupid return from the Enchanted Forest after the party, and it's only when they're getting ready for bed that she can notice the quiet sadness that Cupid kept locked all night long.

So she tries to comfort her the best she can, because Cupid always comforts her and she ought to return the favor.

"Hey," She starts, moving closer to her dorm room side, Cupid looks up at her, like she already deduces that from everyone else she would notice. "Are you okay?"

She observes her deliberately, seizing her reaction, fortunately Cupid doesn't seem angry, just sad, and this distresses Blondie because Cupid rarely has this sadness that seems to take away all spark from her.

"I... I don't know I just," She looks down at her hands, maybe not wanting to have this conversation right now, but Blondie knows better than to leave her alone with her thoughts during these moments, so she carefully moves around until she can sit at the edge of her bed. "I just feel like I'm always lacking something." She tells her at once.

Blondie is shaken by her response, trying to come with something to relieve her, she doesn't know what to do when people are upset, she doesn't know or understand how to deal with feelings, but she must try for Cupid, because she always tries for her. "That's not true Cupid." Is the best she can come with, feeling like the words are empty and Cupid will ask her to go to her own bed.

But she doesn't.

Shoulders slumping and wings dropping, she doesn't look like Cupid at all, and the sight makes Blondie yearn to embrace her and take all her pain away. "I feel disappointed, this wasn't what I was expecting and I know it's my fault but," Blondie watches how Cupid hesitates for a moment, yet the words escape her lips before she can catch them. "I thought this time it was going to turn out different."

Blondie doesn't need to ask more: her previous school, all the crushes that didn't move pass that, her unrequited feelings and all the love that slipped away because no one seemed to truly get her. She manages to comprehend.

"I'm sorry." This time her own words don't seem shallow, she can't come up with something better but she knows she means this with every single fiber of her body. Blondie is heartbroken for Cupid because from everyone she knows, from every single person she has met in this lifetime, she's the one who least deserves it. Isn't this just a cruel joke from faith itself, from destiny? To make her be the most living, breathing, awake personification of love only to tear it away from her gentle hands, her angelic eyes, her kind heart?

"I feel like no one will truly love me." Blondie doesn't grasp why Cupid can confess to her all of her most aching thoughts. Nevertheless she would never utter she should make them private, she would never silence her. She wants to make her feel heard, she wants to make her feel seen, she wants to makes her feel loved.

"I don't think I fit anywhere." Maybe this has to do with more than Dexter, but oh, Blondie understands. She doesn't know what it's like to feel like you belong. And isn't this the reason why they bonded in the first place, having no one else to return, sharing the same space and the same fears?

Blondie knows what it's like to be disliked. She knows what it's like to be rejected, to be pushed aside. It's an interchangeable part of her life, to the point that she wouldn't know what to do if it wasn't the reality she experiences daily.

But Cupid has never earned that the way she has.

"No, don't say that!" She didn't mean to raise her voice and she's awful at this, but at least Cupid's gaze shifts from her lap to look at her, and she can pride herself in the fact that she feels more confident in her words with the knowledge that maybe this time, speaking them aloud will make someone's life better, at least for one night.

"You... are so special, I know that maybe you don't believe that and I know that you think I'm only saying this to make you feel better but,"

"No, I don't—"

"It’s okay Cupid, you know you can be honest with me."

Cupid sighs, but there's something quiet in her features that tells her that she doesn't mind being known, that she trusts Blondie won't judge her.

"I need you to listen to me, okay?"

"Okay." And she seems curious, moving closer.

"Ever since you came here, at Ever After I mean, it feels like everything has changed and," Blondie can't put into words how much Cupid has changed her life, how she would be so different without her, how the thought of someone breaking her heart has her trying to ask to some unknown force beyond her comprehension to give her that punishment to her instead. "You have made this place better, that's what I'm trying to say." Blondie gives a small chuckle, because even if she's a reporter and she is expected to be good with words, she doesn't do good when it comes to these talks.

Cupid eyes are glassy, she wants to affirm that it's okay to cry, like all the previous times that she has told her before. Blondie feels a need deep within her to hold her hand and rub her knuckles while she lets it all out, she assumes that would be just right.

"Thanks Blondie." She gives her a small smile, and by Cupid standards it's the most tiniest smile, her dimples didn't even show and Blondie feels like she's failed, however Cupid is still looking at her expectantly.

"Would you like—" She starts, though Cupid is just better at this than her, anyways.

"Yes, yes I want one." Cupid hides her face in her shoulder as she clings to her sides, Blondie's reaction is belated but she wraps her arms protectively nonetheless while she strokes her pink hair, still stylized in that cute hairstyle she saw in her mirrorblog post a week ago. Her heart warms at the realization that Cupid got the idea from her. Blondie is a bit angry at the fact that her most anticipated event got ruined, because this was supposed to be just right and Cupid should've come home laughing instead of crying.

"It's okay. You're safe with me." She assures as she feels her tears hit her skin, her whole frame shaking, still hiding because even if Cupid has seen her at her worst, she would never want anyone to see watch her crumble like this.

Blondie accepts it, she's not going to make her feel worse.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say that, it's okay." She kisses the top of her head because she can't think of anything else to express how much she loves Cupid, and maybe if there was a way she would do so. Yet she is lost, she will devote herself to try until she gets better at this; hopefully she won't have to do so as long as she can help it.

They don't exchange more words after that, Cupid too exhausted and Blondie still feeling not fully prepared to comfort the only person who she can wholeheartedly trust.

Cupid doesn't need to ask her before she's crawling in her bed: when things get rough she shares the bed with Blondie. This silent agreement is, Blondie hopes, the epitome of their love. She wishes her affection would be enough to remind her she is loved.

With Cupid safely wrapped in her arms, body tucked in the soft blankets, face finally softening with a peaceful sleep, Blondie promises she will always look out for her.