#why can't anyone do this modern properly

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

It amuses me how modern Merlin fanfics try to make Merlin a fashion icon. Like...dude would dress like that and he would be proud of himself.

(this would be his only and best outfit)

[cigsand]

The Weakest Gojo.

content warnings: use of you/your pronouns, mean brother!Gojo Satoru, Male reader insert.

— GOJO SATORU

Gojo Y/n, the youngest and only brother of Gojo Satoru. You were always seen as a stain — a disappointment to the Gojo Clan’s family and reputation because of your illness. It affected your daily routine and abilities—making you weaker as you appear.

Your skin was paler than your usual skin tone, the skin under your eyes are sunken with the purple hue on it. You were forced to stay in your room — locked up with no entertainment other than the books they give you and your older brother, Satoru.

He always comes by and visits you every chance he gets. Sometimes he brings stuff that he thinks would entertain you for long.

He rarely sneak sweets inside your room even though it was forbidden because of your deteriorating health which the doctors never seemed to find a cure for.

But Satoru — A man of his words would scavenge the bestest of the best doctors in the whole wide world. He is indeed rich and he won't hesitate to give everything up just to see you in good health. But that's how you think of him.

He isn't always like that sweet and caring brother as you thought. You'll be lucky enough if you caught him in a good mood like this but it's one of the few rare moments you wished to experience over and over again.

He'll borderline invade your personal space and say the meanest things anyone can say to the point the Elders of your clan banned him from visiting you again but that didn't stop him though.

He'll threaten and intimidate anyone who steps in his way. What you mostly don't like about him being inside your confinement is that he annoys the heck out of you—always having that stupid smirk you hated whenever he would do things to get a rise out of you.

Something that you hated.

Whether it was a positive or negative reaction—Satoru doesn't care nonetheless—as long as he gets a reaction from you, he's done for today.

Being the Weakest Gojo means less attention and more discouraging words from the Clan.

Though you accepted it a long time ago that you'll never be good enough like your older brother, Satoru. Because even stepping outside of your confinement always ends up in the worst possible scenario.

Satoru will boast and rant to you about his day being a sorcerer and ultimately mentioning how he's the strongest sorcerer in the modern era. Unfortunately his side comments on you will never change nor be gone. He'll take every chance he gets to tease, poke fun at you, intimidate and make fun of your situation.

The first time you were able to stand all by yourself with no help, he was on his way to your confinement when he noticed you—hand on the wall—with trembling legs, trying to stand up properly outside the room.

Satoru was impressed and angry, he didn't expect this from you at all! You were always weak to stand up on your own and now here you are.

“what’re you doin’?” Satoru spoke up, stared at your trembling figure, you looked like you were about to collapse at any given time. He is indeed impressed, he didn't expect this from you at all because you aren't even capable of doing this by yourself or maybe he hasn't known yet.

You slid down the shoji screen carefully, breathing heavily. You were finally making progress! “Did you see that, brother-?”

“You aren't supposed to be out here, go back to your room.”

You furrowed your brows at him, opening your mouth to speak up but he continued on speaking. “Look at yourself. You can't even stand up properly without your legs giving up. I don't get why you still try—you’re weak. Nothing will change.”

Satoru can be a decent brother at times and will heed to whatever you want but sometimes being the strongest overwhelms him and unfortunately he pours all of the pent up anger he has on you. He’ll probably say mean things to you but that's how he shows his love!

He can be a dick sometimes but he loves you!! Just don't do something that you'll regret later on.

[luvst4rc0r3]

OMG I LOVE UR FANFICS!!

PLZ WRITE MORE SERIES!!

Can you write (if you want) a jinx x f!reader were reader’s first language is not English but another language. And she has a son whose first language is English and he always complains about taking classes. So jinx pulls them out of classes and that makes reader very mad. (basically Gloria from modern family)

It can be any language just ofc not English

TYY IF YOU DO IT

OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!

I did it in my native language. English is my first but Tagalog (Filipino)is kinda my second asides from Spanish. I can kinda of speak Tagalog just not fluently.

“Lost in translation”

Jinx x F!Reader

WC: 1427

NOTE: established relationship. I did have to use google translate for some words so it might not be grammatically correct.

THIS ALSO MIGHT BE MY LAST FANFIC FOR A COUPLE DAYS BC I HAVE MIDTERMS

“Jinx, what the hell were you thinking?”

You stood in the center of the small apartment, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. Jinx leaned against the counter, her casual stance a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you.

“I was thinking the kid hates it,” she shot back with a shrug, twirling a wrench in her hand. “Why make him sit through something that makes him miserable?”

Your heart clenched. “He needs to learn it. He needs to—” You hesitated, stumbling over your words as your thoughts tripped over each other, fighting to come out in English. “It’s important for him to know… to understand—”

Jinx rolled her eyes, her tone dismissive. “He’s a kid. He doesn’t need a million things crammed into his head. He’s fine just the way he is.”

“Fine?” you echoed, your voice trembling. “Jinx, it’s not just about school. It’s about him knowing who he is. Who I am. You think it’s easy for me, being stuck in the middle of two languages all the time?”

She frowned, her smirk faltering for the first time. “I didn’t say it was easy—”

“You didn’t even ask me!” you interrupted, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “You just pulled him out without even thinking about what it means!”

Jinx tilted her head, her electric blue eyes narrowing. “He’s my kid too, y’know. I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I just didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Her words hit you like a slap, and suddenly, the English words you’d been clutching at fell away, leaving nothing but raw emotion. Your chest heaved, and before you knew it, tears blurred your vision.

Jinx’s face shifted, the confidence draining from her expression. “Hey, whoa, babe, don’t cry—”

But you couldn’t stop. The frustration and exhaustion, the endless translating in your head, the constant feeling of being misunderstood—it all came pouring out in a language she didn’t understand.

“Ang hirap na hirap na ako, Jinx. Hindi mo naiintindihan. Hindi mo alam kung gaano kasakit na hindi ko masabi nang maayos ang nararamdaman ko.” (I'm in such a difficult situation, Jinx. You don't understand. You don't know how much it hurts that I can't express my feelings properly.)

You covered your face with your hands, your body shaking with sobs. “I just want him to know me,” you managed to choke out, your voice breaking. “I want him to understand me without me having to fight for every word.”

Jinx froze, the wrench clattering to the floor. She stepped closer, unsure and unsteady, like she was walking on glass.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice low and raw with something you didn’t hear from her often—guilt.

You didn’t respond, your tears falling harder. Jinx reached out, her gloved hand hesitating before resting on your knee.

“I thought I was making things better for him. I didn’t think about how it would hurt you.”

You sniffled, shaking your head but still unable to look at her. “It does not just hurt, Jinx,” you whispered, the words coming out shakily. “It’s… I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting with my own head, trying to make everything make sense in English just so I can talk to you, or him, or anyone.”

Jinx’s hand tightened slightly, grounding you, as if to say she was listening.

“I just… I feel like I don’t belong anywhere,” you continued, your voice cracking. “Not here. Not at home. And now, our son… he doesn’t even want to learn the one thing that connects him to where I come from. To me. And you just let him quit. You made the decision like it didn’t matter.”

Your words hung in the air, heavy and raw. Jinx’s usual chaotic energy had vanished; she looked like someone had ripped the ground out from under her.

“I didn’t know,” she said after a moment, her voice soft but steady. “Of course you didn’t. You never think of anyone except yourself” with that you slammed the door to your shared room with her.

—

You stood in the doorway, your bag slung over your shoulder. Your hands shook as you clutched the strap, the heaviness in your chest unbearable. Jinx stood across the room, her wild hair and mismatched clothes somehow looking smaller, like she didn’t know what to do with herself

“Wait,” she said, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “You’re leaving?”

You nodded, your throat tightening as tears threatened to spill again. “I just… I need space, Jinx. I need time to think.”

Her brows furrowed, her lips parting like she wanted to argue, but no words came. For once, Jinx didn’t fight. She just stood there, the chaos in her usually vibrant eyes dimmed by something deeper.

“I love you,” you said, your voice breaking, “but I can’t keep doing this if you don’t try to understand. It’s too much.”

The silence in the room was deafening, and when you finally stepped out and closed the door behind you, it felt like your heart was breaking in two.

The days passed slowly. You stayed at a friend’s place, letting the quiet moments give you the space to breathe. But no matter how hard you tried, thoughts of Jinx and your son kept creeping in. The weight of the fight lingered in your chest, heavy and unresolved.

You told yourself you just needed a little more time. That maybe Jinx would realize how important this was—not just to you, but to your family.

And then, three days after you left, you came home.

The apartment was quiet when you walked in, and for a moment, you wondered if she was even there. But then you heard it.

“Kamusta.”(Hello)

You froze, your bag slipping from your shoulder as you turned toward the sound. Jinx stood in the middle of the living room, her hands fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt.

“What?” you asked, your heart pounding.

She cleared her throat, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and determination. “Kamusta,” she said again, the word clumsy but recognizable. “That means… uh, hello? Right?”

You blinked, stunned. “Y-yeah.”

Her lips twitched into a small, nervous smile. “I’ve been trying,” she said, stumbling over the words. “I… I looked up some stuff. It’s… hard, but I wanna learn. I wanna…”

She trailed off, her electric blue eyes meeting yours with a rare vulnerability. “Ayaw ko… um…” She fumbled for a moment, clearly struggling to remember the phrase. “Ayaw kong… mag-translate ka… araw-araw.” (I don’t…I don’t want you to have to translate everyday)

Your heart clenched at the effort in her voice, the way she fought through every syllable. “I don’t… I don’t want you to have to translate every day. I love you,” she added in English, her voice shaking slightly.

Tears welled in your eyes as you took a step closer. “Jinx…” you smile widely, “now you’re the one who looks like an idiot!”

She chuckles softly but soon returns to her straight face. “I’m serious, okay? I… I’m not good at this, but I’m gonna try. I’ll keep learning. And he’s gonna learn, too. I already talked to him. Told him he’s sticking with it. I don’t care how much he complains—I’ll sit with him if I have to. We’ll both learn.”

You couldn’t stop the tears now, your hand flying to your mouth as you let out a shaky breath.

“I didn’t get it before,” she continued, her voice soft but steady. “But I do now. I don’t want you to feel like you’re doing this alone. Or like we don’t see you—really see you. You shouldn’t have to fight for that.”

She hesitated, then stepped closer, her hands reaching for yours. “I’ll learn Tagalog for you. For us. Because I love you. And I don’t wanna lose you.”

A sob broke free from your chest as you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close. Her arms tightening around you, and for the first time in days, you felt like you could finally breathe again.

“Salamat,” you whispered through your tears. (Thank you)

Jinx chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Walang anuman. That’s how you say ‘you’re welcome,’ right?”

You laughed, your heart aching in the best way. “Yeah. That’s right.”

Her grin widened, a little of her usual spark returning. “Told ya. I’m a fast learner.”

And in that moment, as the weight in your chest began to lift, you believed her. Together, you’d figure it out.

for once, her chaos felt like home.

TYY whoever requested that!! That was such and interesting requests to write!!

I want food

[jezzzebel]

A short critique on the (Tumblr) Hellenic Polytheism community

Disclaimer: This is just my opinion / criticism and isn't meant to offend anyone, but rather bring awareness to help build a stronger and more respected community. I am not necessarily a hellenic polytheist , i occasionally worship / honor greek gods. Please be civil in the comments and have common sense. Love yall!!!

Criticism on assumptions and entitlement

I don't like it when people just assume you are a hellenic polytheist on here when you just... Use the #pagan . And this isn't just the case with me. Idk if it's just the prevalence of helpols on Tumblr compared to slavic , roman, celtic.. norse.. other pagan religions.

But that isn't a call to make everything about you.

In the nicest way possible.

I remember making a post about something that is witchcraft related. Then just now i saw a post of a very well known and loved paganism blog quote my post word for word and applying why it's incorrect when it's related to hellenic polytheism.

I haven't used the #helpol in my post. The post was related to deity work in modern day witchcraft. And yet that person decided to , without confrontation in my reblogs and comments, decided to make a post quoting my post most likely because they were afraid of my reaction or starting a drama.

Which is just.?? Weird to me??

If you have something to say to me, we can easily talk about it and i would have explained to you that my post wasn't necessarily about hellenic polytheism... YET like this IT WOULD BE AWKWARD.

I am tired of people assuming that hellenic polytheism is the "main" pagan religion while others are ""exotic birds" ☹️ who can hardly be found.

We are here.

Proper tagging and roman polytheism

I can't be the only one who is annoyed by improper tagging of #helpol content with #roman polytheist content. Fine ,i am guilty of improper tagging as well, WHEN I WAS NEW TO THE APP of course. But why , just why would you tag a post about Zeus with rompol hashtag.

THEY ARE NOT THE SAME DEITIES.

I am sure you wouldn't like it if i tagged content of goddess Vesna as #persephone

It's annoying trying to look for roman polytheism content and seeing the names of greek gods with "roman names" in brackets.

Roman religion IS NOT a copy of greek religion. Pleaseeeee don't make the same mistakes as me and TAG PROPERLY.

Drama and judging others

Fineeee. My last post WAS targeted TOWARDS 5+ posts i have seen today, judging others, and thinking they know everything about someone's practice by just looking at their posts.

What's similar to all those five plus number of posts i have seen JUST TODAY? They were all helpol...

I am not trying to generalize. Of course, gods forbid. There are many amazing hellenic polytheists on Tumblr who understand that not everything you see on internet is how it seems.

Why do you think that it is ABSOLUTELY OKAY to insult others and causing drama just because their practice is different than yours?

And I don't mean "disrespectful different" i mean "unconventional different".

This is prevalent in other pagan communities too, but I could not help but notice the greek gods' names being mentioned the most. It's just sad.

It's just January, January 20th as i am posting this and i have already seen so much drama posts. Do better.

Ignoring ethnic greek voices

This one is self explanatory

Erasing the cultural part in the name of eclecticism

This. This annoys me so much. It's sad. You can't just cut out a part of a cultural religious tradition because you don't like it. And don't twist my words. I REALLY mean " don't like it" or "don't resonate with it"

For more info on what i mean, check out my post on the guest metaphor and open practices.

Myth literalism and demonizing deities

Sorry but yall are guilty of this and it's sadddd 😭

"Zeus is an awful deity because of his myths"

Here are some other myths that make other deities look bad , so you shouldn't worship them: Hera, Artemis, Aphrodite, Poseidon, Athena...

/satire

CONSTANT walking on eggshells and twisting others' words.

I feel like i am constantly walking on thin ice when interacting with the helpol community. It seems like people would rather find a needle in a pile of hay bales than listening to what people have to say.

And i know people will do so with this post.

It's almost like they will try and look for your smallest mistakes and errors to call you out and make a point.

How do we fix this?

A community can never be 100% toxicity free. There will always be bad apples out there. But what we should do is strive to make the community a better and more welcoming place for people. One person can do a lot more than you think they can. YOU can achieve a lot more for the community than you think you can.

If you even read this far. Thank you.

[bun-z-bakery]

(Repost from my abandoned account) these are just my personal head canons for dogday. this is a survivor au

(All characters are over 18 btw)

-dogday sometimes has dog like tendencies, like growling, barking etc.

-he doesn't remember a lot about his life as a worker but will share stories he remembers of his human life once you two become close.

-man is like a love sick puppy. First you save him? Give him legs? AND a home?! And his friends are here too?! You really are his angel.

-he's very protective of his angel. He can't have anyone take them away or even hurt them. Plus all those years locked away, he can't loose you, you're his hope.

-this man will most certainly plan his confession, script and all. Maybe you're away at work and this is something he's been working on for a while. He's always bringing you little gifts on his hunting trips (depending on if you like to collect rocks and such) but this dude went out of his way to find the best of the best. Even somehow found flowers beautiful enough to almost rival your beauty, keyword: almost.

-he enjoys spending time with you, poppy and kissy, he enjoys playing outside with you three, even if you guys have been out of the factory for years already. They still enjoy the outside world.

-I know bro is huge, like dude is taller than an American door way (according to some measurements fans have made, hes 9'5) if you're a shorty (like me 5 feet even��) he will most definitely pick you up and carry you like a dogtoy. He likes the feeling of carrying his angel, it gives him a sense of pride doing so. Even if you accidentally hit the ceiling or he needs to really get down so you don't hit the top of the doorframe, he will always apologize or joke about it.

-he's a cuddler, he LOVES cuddling! He has his own giant dog bed in your shared room, but he prefers to sleep on your shared bed. If you're away from work and he's eepy, he'll pass out on your bed because it smells like you. Your scent keeps him at bay until you come home. Poor guy will shoot up and push anyone out of his way to be the first to get to you! He sits there on the floor waiting for his mandatory headpats and kisses as soon as he hears your keys.

-it takes his brain a few minutes to properly turn on. After all those years he finally gets proper sleep, I can imagine you waking up first and getting ready for the day to prepare breakfast for the group and you poke him, trying to wake him. He'll mumble some random stuff about not letting rats do taxes then fall back asleep only to be woken again by your pokes still talking nonsense. I can also see him sometimes waking up confused, you know like when you wake up your parents and they're mad for no reason asking what's wrong while gasping for air? (Just me?) I can see him being THAT dead asleep bhahsha

-my take on the survivor au is more of a modern take (as in yes the factory closed years also but reader is possibly in early to late 20s sometime in 20xx / non specified year) so they weren't an employee but probably knew someone like a family member who worked there or was dared to enter the factory (we'll see if I ever post my fanfic haha as these hcs kinda tie into that story) so dogday being alive in the 80s or 90s he probably has like the old school idea of love and attempts to swoon you as such. The flowers, cheesy pick up lines.

-I can imagine because he's not up to date with the newer terms and he might be confused while trying to seem cool haha. "Angel what does rizzler mean?" (Poor peepaw)

- Personally I love the theory that DogDay is an ex worker aka Rich. Which is probably why he was the leader of the smiling critters. Because he was mature enough to make sure everyone was in line/well behaved, I also think some other workers were turned into the mascots too (obviously) but maybe they trusted Rich more so they just threw him into the dance circle and hope that he'd be a good leader.

- this one ties into the first one btw! I like the think that maybe he was one of the mascots when he worked there. Like a guy in the costume who worked with the kids (hence the zipper, how else would the workers get into the bigger body suits?)

- I like to think DogDay likes when Angel calls him by his old human name. Maybe once he opens up more about his human life (or at least bringing up some of the memories he still has) he just randomly brings up his name when talking about a memory and hearing Angel repeat his name back, he'd probably like hearing it. It might make him feel like less of a monster in a sense. Granted I think he wouldn't care about what Angel calls him but he would most definitely prefer for them to alternate. Like you know when someone makes you mad and you use their real name instead of their nickname? He'd hate for his Angel to get mad, especially at him. But when living with 3 other people it can get a bit hectic.

"DogDay! Did you bring mud into the house?!"

"N-No!... "

*silence*

"RICH, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

*footsteps are heard and DogDay bolts out the door*

- Now this head canon I have can go either one of two ways, right? Hear me out. Listen up, listen carefully, and listen closely. (Lmk if you got that reference) ok so back to the zipper! I think the zipper just opens to his organs tbh like the zipper was just left functional in case he needed to be "repaired internally". BUT another thought, I also can see there being some sort of barrier! You know those stuff animals who have their stuffing blocked by a barrier so it doesn't fall out but the zipper opens to a compartment where you can store items? I kinda think that's whats there tbh, I mean it makes sense. What if one of the kids opened the zipper by mistake? Surely there would be a barrier just in case.

- as I mentioned in the last hc post, I can see him trying to swoon Angel in the old romantic type of way. I can see him pinning after Angel hard, at first they wouldn't get the hint, they'd probably think he's thinks he's indebted to them for rescuing them and giving the 3 of them a better and new life. But quickly they realize bro is in love. Of course poppy teases him about it too at some point lol. He doesn't really try to hide it either. I can see poppy and kissy thinking it's sweet and first then they get annoyed once you're the only thing he talk about lol.

- You're married. That's all! No but I can see in his mind you two are basically married. He'd probably want to have new custom star collars made for both of you or maybe even a ring for you and a matching collar or something for him to wear and propose. Of course it will bother him a bit because he can't go out with you, take you on dates or show you off but he trusts you (even though he gets jealous when you smell like someone else) he basically tries his best with what you guys have (If only there was a holiday that came once a year where you guys could go out dressed in customs without looking like freaks).

- He looks like the type of guy who would love pasta. I'm not sure why or how this even came into mind but I just feel like that's what he often wants for dinner. Poppy would probably eat fruit for dinner, kissy isn't really picky, but Dogday would probably be asking for either pasta or meat. Also I think Angel would be hesitant to feed certain foods to Dogday because you know, he's a dog (not really but hear me out) but because he acts like one at times I could see Angel being like haha nope you can't eat this!

*Angel eating chocolate cookies*

"May I have some?" *cutely pouts*

"I don't want you dying, love."

"You know I'm not actually a dog...right?"

ok ok you got me there" (they just really didn't wanna share lol)

- tbh this is more of a general head canon for the toys but I seeing as they had to resort to c*nnibalism. They clearly need food and water to survive. I think catcap was probably keep Dogday alive as a "lol now look at you now, look at me" (yes that's a BP reference) moment but only feeds him when he felt like it, since food is basically scarce in that place. I think that their human organs were transferred over but little things like veins, teeth, tongue, blood vessels basically anything that's not a major organ was made artificially and connected in a sense to those major organs making them function as such.

Yeah that's kinda it lol, there might be some more parts to this if I can think of anything else! But yeahhh that's kinda my hc and rambles lol (I tend to ramble a lot especially when I have to give context, I apologize!)

[daenysx]

hi! i’m pretty new to your blog but i’m really loving your content! you’re a fantastic writer. if it’s okay i’d like to request something for james x reader, where r is going through a friendship breakup and james is comforting her? i completely understand if you don’t want to write this, regardless i’ll continue to enjoy your content! have a great day/night 💗

hi, angel, thank you so much for being so kind! i hope you enjoy ♡ requests are open

james potter x fem!reader, modern au

"come on." you scoff, looking at your phone and feeling sick to your stomach. james lifts his head from his laptop to see what you're doing. you put the phone on couch a bit harshly, crossing your arms defensively.

"angel?" he asks.

"yeah, jamie?"

"everything alright?" he puts his laptop on the coffee table to go by your side. you turn your head, feeling a hot teardrop roll on your cheek.

"she doesn't even care about what i say." you start. james knows exactly who you're talking about. "i'm trying to talk about how i feel and she- it's nothing to her, apparently."

"what did she say?" james asks, he rubs a generous hand on your arm.

"she just- she says she's sorry and she'll fix it, but she said all those things 2 months ago! just- you need to do something for someone if you promise them but she keeps forgetting and she never explains anything."

you're getting more upset each second. this is a person who you spent your days with before, someone close enough to share secrets. something happened two months ago, something you can't even properly remember now, and she hurt you. she never realized how distanced you've been and when you told her, she promised she'll fix it. two fucking months ago. she did nothing.

"am i doing wrong?" you ask james. "is it wrong to be angry?"

"no." he says. "it's not wrong if you feel like it. you don't wanna let go of her so easy but- i guess she doesn't try like you do."

the truth hurts so badly. you hate losing friendships, strangers turning into loved ones, losing them makes you feel like losing a part of your memories. what can you do? you're feeling too proud, too unforgiving. you don't want to be a bad person.

"i just don't know why she keeps giving up on me." you say, quietly. tears turn into hushed breaths. "am i so easily forgettable?"

"no." james takes you in his arms. "baby, of course not. it's not your fault if you believe you try hard enough to save your friendship. maybe it's not anyone's fault. sometimes things don't work out."

you put your head on james's shoulder. "i thought we were closer than this." you say, sadly. "maybe i was wrong."

james rubs your back until you relax on him. your phone is forgotten, you won't send any more texts tonight. it already hurts enough, but you gotta get through it.

"i'm sorry." he says, a quiet sound comes out of his lips as he kisses your head. "i'm sorry it's hurting, baby. you'll be okay."

maybe you should just leave this as a good relationship that is over now. there's no need to try to save something if it's already lost. you've gone through this before, you can do it again. you think your anger for the situation will make you forget about things quicker. you won't hold any grudges.

"i don't wanna be friends with someone who treats me like this." you say, sharply. "i didn't do anything to deserve it."

james kisses your hair again. "i'm not blaming her." you say, after a second. "it's not anyone's fault at this point but- i won't try anymore. she can do anything she wants, i guess."

not getting a closure hurts a bit, but you'll survive. james likes how you perceive the situation from both sides, you don't see yourself as the only person who's right, you still have respect and love for your old friend. your head stays tucked on his neck nicely, he rubs your now dried cheeks with cool fingers.

when you look at james with expectant eyes, he nods. it's good to see him agreeing with you, you know he'd tell you if you were making an irrational decision out of anger. you kiss his cheek and he carries you to his side of the couch.

you don't look at your phone again that night. james figures out you like watching sitcoms when you're upset. you fall asleep to the background sound of the office, your head on james's chest and his hand on your lower back.

[4ng3l-shortc4k3]

Cw: yandere behavior, murder, cannibalism(?), mentions of mating

Okay enough Solomon talk I want to introduce a yandere who lives near the bottom of the ocean. Sounds crazy right? Yeah well so is he and his name is Nen. He's a sea serpent and he would most likely meet you on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere

He'll be mean to you at first mostly because he doesn't understand why you're being so awful to him. He literally saved you and you can't even thank him?? That's being selfish! At least to him it is. Then its only a matter of time where he softens you up with how nice he is that you'll end up wanting to stay

He's a yandere in the sense that he'll kidnap you thinking you're in trouble or something, drag you down in his underwater kingdom, and trap you there without a form of leaving. But its okay because he promises he'll help you!! And by helping he means distracting you with the tempting promises of what he has to offer so you'll never leave.

At least you're able to breathe underwater because of him draining all the water inside the castle so now everyone is forced to use their more humane forms rather than their animalistic ones they were used to. It doesn't help that you are the reason Nen starts changing the castle around to where it fits your mortal body's needs better than the rest. He'd neglect his people in order to make you happy which doesn't do wonders to your guilty conscience

Except he's also terribly clingy to you. You will be followed everywhere you go. You'll sit on his lap, you'll sleep in his bed, and he will get jealous of everyone and anyone who dares to talk to you. But here's the kicker he won't do anything about it because of how happy you are and he can't ruin that

So he'll bid his time mostly doing his best to keep you with him close by. He doesn't mind when you make friends with the servants just stop trying to flirt with them! He'll even let you have your own room if you at least stop your behavior before he ends up eating- I mean firing the staff members

When you start having feelings for Nen he would be overjoyed and he'll celebrate with you. Yet he doesn't understand how relationships work much less mating. He's been alive for thousands upon thousands of years ruling his precious kingdom yet never figured out how to have sex with someone so you're going to have to teach him yourself

He's also very capable of being aloof most of the time. He'd be so happy being in your arms despite quite literally being way taller than you that he'll forget vital information for when you two start properly courting. He'd forget so often about such important things that when you get upset with him he'll end up begging for your forgiveness. Its not easy especially when he gets too upset because he'll transform into this big and scary sea serpent just like when you first met him

When like this its best to evacuate with the others because he will start destroying the castle often times eating the unlucky servants and guards who weren't able to escape on time. He doesn't mean to make a mess but you simply wouldn't forgive him and he couldn't help it. It was a poor excuse especially when he tells you that he can't control himself when highly emotional but there was nothing you could do about it even if you did end up believing his ridiculous excuse

But in the end you'll forgive him anyways and he'll be back to his silly himbo nature of not understanding every innuendo you throw his way. Or how he doesn't understand modern things. Did I mention he's a very traditional guy? But he'll break the rules for you in a heartbeat so it really isn't all that bad. As long as you could handle the eating and the accidental tantrums then truly you're in a perfect undersea paradise where you are more of the king than the queen. Not like Nen would mind you taking his role in the first place when he's so busy idolizing you all the time

[dangermousie]

Did you watch Queen Woo and find yourself wishing to see something like this but set in Joseon?

Do you want to watch Lee Bang Won fuck and fight with his wife because she wants girl power and he's into patriarchy instead of engaging politics x family trauma x battles x anything else really?

Do you believe "adult" designation for a story only means sex and blood and not complex characters and narratives?

Do you have an attention span of a mouse or a TikTok addict?

If so, I have a perfect drama about Lee Bang Won for you.

For anyone else, I recommend My Country, Six Flying Dragons or King of Tears. Heck, I think Tree With Deep Roots has more to say about him and he's there only in flashbacks as the story proper is set in Sejong's reign.

I started out watching properly, then 2x then 4x and then started skipping even that. Only thing deep about this drama is LBW going into his women.

NOPE

Why can't we have normal sageuks any longer? It's all either tee-hee modern teens playing dress up flufffest or "we thought GoT was a lil too historical but with a good amount of boobs and blood" junk.

[kaija-rayne-author]

Did Solas actually kill Felassan?

It's interesting to me that, as objectively bad as DAV is, Felassan was noticeably not in Solas's regrets.

Spoilers for all dragon age materials, games, comics, and books included.

Obligatory 'I'm not an asshole' disclaimer. Feel free to jump to the cut if you've read it.

Something came to my attention. I need to make it crystal clear that I utterly love the diversity in DAV. It's fantastic. I'm also a heavily left leaning, non-binary, queer as fuck reviewer, editor, and author.

I was on media blackout while I played DAV. Please be safe and take care of yourselves. Arguing with incels and white supremacists is completely pointless. They sea lion worse than an actual sea lion. Your mental health is important.

Though, every single time the anti-queer brigade comes out for a new DA game, I sit there thinking 'have you bozos ever played any DA game, like, ever?' My guess is nope.

Note. None of my writing on DA, but especially DAV, is edited. This is just my off the cuff writing. I don't have the time, energy, or heart to edit them properly.

So did Solas kill Felassan? If you asked probably 99% of the fandom, they'd look at you funny and say 'of course'. You can call me deluded, it's fine. I legitimately don't care. I know that most people in this Fandom love to think Solas killed Felassan. (I have my theories on why, too, but that's another post.)

But ya know what? Solas would barely even be questioned if it were a modern setting. And unless the trial were rigged, he'd never be convicted of it. Yet the Fandom just loves to crucify the character.

I mean, there's plenty of other things he's definitely done that you can hate on if you want. He's never been all that shy in admitting he's a bloody handed rebellion leader. I think if he'd actually killed his friend, it would've been one of his biggest regrets. It's not like the elf has very many FFS. And I think he would've sadly admitted it too, if anyone had asked.

So why don't I think Solas killed Felassan?

There. Is. No. Proof.

So, look. I have a background in bioanthropology and forensic chemistry. Crime scene work. I honestly think the whole thing about Solas and Felassan is a Weekes twist.

1. It doesn't make sense that Solas killed someone who was spoken of as his friend. Not someone who served him.

2. Would Solas be capable of it? Yes. He's an antihero character. As such, he's capable of killing even a romanced Lavellan if she gets in his way. That's what an antihero does, they (usually, when written with any sort of competency) have a Goal TM. The only thing that can be allowed to matter to a true anti-hero character, before the goal is complete, is The Goal. I just don't think Solas actually did it.

3. I didn't want to believe Solas had killed Felassan. (Feel free to let me know, politely, if there was incontrovertible evidence in Veilguard, cause no way in hell am I playing it again unless someone pays me. A lot. It won't really matter to me, because DAV doesn't exist and is not Canon as far as I'm concerned because of the bad writing and disrespect of the Lore.) But you can tell me if he actually admits it or is shown doing the deed somewhere. So I went searching and analyzed everything. I can't find a lick of substantial proof that Solas definitely killed Felassan.

4. But it also tickled all those old crime stuff senses I spent so long training to do. My kids think I'm hilarious to watch true crime with, because I scoff at everything authorities missed re:evidence, a lot of the time. I have a gift for it, and misogyny drove me out of STEM.

Anywaaaayyyy.

Weekes has said several times that they love to write the kind of twist that 'was right in front of you the whole time'.

I don't honestly think Solas killed Felassan. And I have actual reasons why. Other than, I didn't want my blorbo to have done that. It just doesn't make sense. I don't generally have a problem with anti-hero characters being murderous fucks in pursuit of their goal, because literarily, that's kinda part of their purpose as an archetype.

Do feel free to look all this up for yourself, I have annoted notes on it all, but the big bad happened in Masked Empire. Felassan is an interesting character, I enjoyed reading the book (3x).

Motive: Felassan didn't get the key to the Eluvians to give to whoever he served.

Actions: Felassan knew he'd be killed for disobedience. He catches a rabbit, roasts it, gives himself a last meal, considers staying awake to avoid his employer, and decides an ancient Elvhen needs more courage than a 'stripling human'.

He tosses herbs on the fire, lays down, and dreams.

He wakes in the Fade in the same wintery forest he went to sleep in. He feels his dangerous employer nearby and starts talking.

He tells employer that he didn't get the key, which is a fib, because he chose to not take the key from a young elf he mentored.

He senses his employer knows that's a lie.

He tells employer he feels the modern elves deserve a chance.

He compares Briala, his mentee, a decidedly 'defines self as woman/female elf', to employer.

Employer crunches through leaves behind him.

'He never felt the blow that killed him'.

It never, anywhere, says 'Solas killed him'.

1. Felassan's body wouldn't be dead, it would be tranquil and still asleep in the cold forest he went to sleep in. That's what happens when a spirit is killed or separated from their body in the fade. This is deeply established Lore (as is the fact that tranquility is cureable.) Solas, even on a technicality, couldn't have killed Felassan cause he's tranquil, not dead.

2. Felassan compared a decidedly female elf to his employer. Solas isn't straight for any reason but misplaced 'avoid evil bisexual trope'. He was originally written as bi, but he's definitely more on the masc side of things, gender and sex wise. (You could make a case for him to be non-binary too, that would make a lot of sense, but that's a headcanon, not proof.)

3. Wolves move silently through bracken, like dried leaves. And all throughout DAI, Solas is shown as pretty graceful and easy moving. It's not hard to walk relatively quietly, if you're abled, through dry leaves. You'd kinda have to not care to crunch through them. Or want someone to hear you coming, which is a very un-Solas like power move. "He comes in humble guises".

4. Felassan wears Mythal’s Valleslin.

So, quick side jaunt on the Vallaslin. They aren't just pretty decorations. They're not make-up. They're called 'blood writing' and heavily implied as a method of control over the branded Elvhen by the Evanuris in the Lore.

So. By wearing Mythal’s Valleslin, he's sworn to her, and likely serves her.

Mythal is also a dreamer. (Or even lives in the fade like a lot of other Evanuris did.) It's implied in the Lore, that almost all ancient Elvhen were somniari, and definitely all of the Evanuris. She's still in Flemyth at the time of the murder. Flemyth hasn't ever been very pleasant and, y'know, not murderous. If you've played through all three games, the ones that actually were good, written decently, and that mostly followed the Lore? You'd know Flemyth isn't an awesome person. Mythal is even bloody worse.

Whatever you think of Solas as a character, he doesn't outright lie except for once in DAI. During WEWH. (Obscure, obfuscate, deflect, mislead, yes! Outright lie, based on the dictionary and philosophical definition of a lie, no.) And I don't believe in the 'lie by omission' nonsense. Why everyone thinks they have the right to know every little thing about someone else immediately is beyond me.

All circumstantial evidence points toward Mythal and away from Solas. (Except people love to hate Solas, so of course, everything a decidedly not awesome ancient, uber powerful mage with a god complex does is his fault. Makes perfect sense because he's eeeeevvvvviiiillll. Ripest of Sarcasm and glares at Epler, Creative Director of DAV. )

Solas has also been shown to be someone who listens to his few friends. He listens to Inky, Varric, and Bull a few times in DAI. So it's also odd that Felassan's employer wouldn't even consider listening. That Felassan knew he'd die rather than be listened to. Felassan is Solas's friend, ergo, he'd have been likely to at least listen.

Solas is also shown as someone honourable 'I have distracted you from your duty, it won't happen again'. 'I wouldn't lay with her under false pretenses'. When you're honourable, you kill an enemy face to face, not a stab in the back. Mythal? Yeah, she missed the honourable boat by oceans.

Oh! But what about Cole's line in Tresspasser?

To be completely frank, so many of Cole's comments are 19th/20th/21st century TV, game, movie, and book references, I don't know why anyone gives his commentary any weight at all.

So, Cole's line is, "His friend had to die. Because he thought they were people. A slow arrow breaks in a sad wolf's jaws"

You could take it on face value, sure. But, you'll pardon me if I think it's silly for anything Cole says to be considered fact on face value alone.

So let's break it down, assuming (possibly incorrectly) that this comment has anything to do with Solas.

His friend had to die. Sure, I guess? But this doesn't tell us who killed him. Simply that Solas knows Felassan is dead. And again, Felassan is referred to as Solas's 'friend'. Not servitor. Not employee. Friend.

Because he thought they were people. Unless I'm mistaken, the 'real people' line is another one of Cole's, just from DAI, not Tresspasser, so we're making an even weaker case by stacking a comment of Cole's upon another comment of Cole's. Talk about confusing. Also, Real people was a tv show. Real People (TV Series 1979-1983)

It could also easily be social commentary on the dehumanization of people in... so many ways and cultures historically and even up to today.

A slow arrow is definitely a literary reference.

"THE SLOW ARROW OF BEAUTY. The noblest kind of beauty is that which does not transport us suddenly, which does not make stormy and intoxicating impressions such a kind easily arouses disgust but that which slowly filters into our minds."

Friedrich Nietzsche

"Fate's Arrow, when expected, travels slow."

Dante Alighieri

So if it’s a Dante reference, Weekes is alluding to Fate. If Nietzsche, Beauty.

Based on the fact that so many of Cole's comments are references, I'm going forward assuming 'slow arrow' to be a reference.

Beauty/Fate breaks in a sad wolf's jaws.

The veil is considered beautiful, and Solas is intent on destroying it (because in the Lore, it's actually destroying Thedas, sucking the life and magic out of it. Which would matter, John Epler, a lot! *bombastic side eye*)

It could also be a reference to Lavellan in a romanced Lavellan playthrough. Solas destroyed or rejected the beauty of love. Or even fated love, by leaving her behind.

Sad wolf is also a literary reference. Likely to one of these poems. (Given our degrees, Weekes and I probably had to take very similar classes. I originally went to uni to be an English teacher.)

"The Wolf" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Lo! the calm moon comes forth!—The sad wolf howls!

He seeks his fellow in the hungry night.

With fiery eye—how red his mouth is!—howl

The lonely wolf, for, lo!—he is not there.

So if we want to go with Tennyson, the reference could imply that Solas tried to help Felassan... which, yeah. Mythal is also a twat of epic proportions. That wouldn't have worked.

This quote feels relevant to me. "The wolves in the woods have sharp teeth and long claws, but it’s the wolf inside who will tear you apart."

Jennifer Donnelly

Sad wolf could then be a reference to Solas's feelings. If Felassan was his friend, he'd be pretty torn apart by his death, no matter how it happened. Yet, it's still not among his regrets in DAV. Even though an entire story in Tevinter Nights is focused on his regrets surrounding his time in the Inquisition. (IIRC Felassan isn't mentioned there, either.)

From a literary perspective, this one also feels relevant.

The wolf changes his coat, but not his disposition.

Traditional proverb

Solas is many things, but he's always Solas. Why would he do something so out of character as kill a close friend? (I'll even tell you a motive for why *Solas* might’ve killed Felassan. It's well established in Solas's character that he abhors betrayal. I suppose you could technically call Felassan's support of Briala a betrayal.) Still doesn't make sense to me. Because it actually is out of character for Solas to hurt what few friends he actually has. But, enh, you could call it motive. Do NOT get me started on the ham-handed writing and the fate of Varric Tethras in DAV. Epler has already said they only had him in the game so Solas could kill him and it would make the player hate Solas more. Didn’t matter to Epler whether it was in character or not. And it's not. Solas saves Varric in the comics. Numerous times.

1. That failed. Ugh. What a shit end for Varric. An author killed by bad writing.

2. Fucking bad writing ruined DAV.

I've rambled enough. I guess my point is that I'd love it if more people would think about things they saddle heavily neurodivergently coded characters with. It's not harmless.

The very first demographic blamed for a violent crime are neurodivergent people. Usually, the first is Autistic people. (We're almost hardwired to not hurt people. We tend to be the white knight tilting at windmills type. It takes a lot to push one of us to violence.) It can be done, but to automatically assume it's an autist is ableist and harmful.

The second group blamed are the mentally ill.

Statistics don't support that either. Neurodivergent people are guilty of 3% of violent crime. All the rest of the 97% is on all you neurotypicals.

Blah, blah, recovering from pulmonary embolism, partner recovering from broken back, money is tight if you've anything to spare. www.kaijarayne.com

[yuseirra]

;;maybe I'm like this because I can't possibly IMAGINE someone doing something like that to whom they care about..

but I really don't think he had it in him!! besides it doesn't make sense!!;; why get back at someone 4 years AFTER the breakup, not right after?? you even know they've been raising your kids and that they're very smart.. wouldn't you like to go see them???and it's someone you really find endearing more than your own life?? he couldn't have done it!!! It's so different from his behavior up till that point. I don't think it's a natural course of action. Or is it for people? Do people actually do that?? Really? but that character was initially a good guy. I don't think he did it.

I keep asking, what are they trying to say and convey through their work because well, maybe I'm the type who has things I want to say when I make mine, even if it may be vague and unorganized even as I put things out there, I put MY heart into it, I'm sure the creators of this work did too, so what was the benefit and the reason for having brought forth such a story? (then again I do make my own characters suffer as well but; it's usually because it's necessary for the plot;)

do they just like making characters fall into misery and become broken beyond repair? that can't be it, right? It's not wrong to write stories like that but I didn't think this work would be such a thing. It feels like it though. It's cruel. I actually feel things really strong and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be feeling this well I guess; that makes me pretty capable of sympathizing with just anyone huh, such weird work this is. Yeah, I think I've been learning a lot about myself. I don't like people who were once kind being; I don't know?? destroyed in ways that make them a monster- actually that depends. If I can understand the process of how it came to be, it could still be intriguing and exploreable but it's not; shown very well. I'm not convinced!!; this work is so weird. it gives a headache; is it that I can't comprehend people being bad?? is it as simple as that? but isn't it still really weird?? the fact that they left this vague till the very end, we don't know!! we don't know what really happened!! it feels like seeing someone being put on trial but with no solid evidence of anything, what's the right thing to do in cases like that?; everything's been just so tangled and tossed off into a mess, if this were to be real life it'd be so confusing. To think this is a conclusion for a manga. I honestly think they never gave out a clear answer because he really didn't do it. At least for Ai's case. The rest; I've no idea;;; that guy HAS to be a god that's awakened to his hypnosis powers or something to achieve what he's done in the modern era. AND THIS PIECE DOES HAVE GODS...The answer lies here. I keep coming back to that conclusion. I should stop thinking about this. This whole thing doesn't feel like it has been handled right though. Guilty or not, it's still unfair. Things weren't clarified and resolved properly. A "completed" piece of work shouldn't be written this way. So I must be right you know?? what I came up with. that's really the way to explain everything about this story. Oh I need to move on with this subject;

I just-;; it's so weird.

[heyybaejjk]

MODERN AO'NUNG HCS PT. 2 — SAMOAN!FEM READER

pairing. human!ao'nung x samoan!fem reader

summary. just Ao'nung with a Samoan girlfriend

warnings. swearing

a/n. for my polynesian babes wherever yall at ❤️

masterlist. pt. 1 pt. 3

AAPI month and Samoan Independence day have passed and I think of this idea NOW 😭☠️ out of all times wtf

BUT ITS SUNDAY AND STILL SAMOAN LANGUAGE WEEK ‼️

But idc 🧍‍♀️

Gotta do what I gotta do because I am not letting ts go

I love my culture, just like anyone else does, I'm still learning more about it so I researched and placed some of my own knowledge into this.

Aiuli - Participants who dance and cheer around a solo performer as they dance. Participants are never allowed to dance and cheer in front of the performer, only from behind them.

Taualaga - A performance, importantly the last, to close off an event. Mainly done by a solo female performer. Some are allowed to have people in the back while they Aiuli, some just rather have a solo performance.

"WHAT?" he screams in the middle of class, causing everyone to glance at him.

It was supposed to be a surprise, really. But your ass accidentally slipped out the fact that you were going to perform a cultural dance on Multicultural Day that was coming in a few weeks.

He would definitely try to Aiuli when you dance.

No questions asked.

Although he doesn't know how to properly dance the traditional way, he'll look around and copy the actions of the other pupils.

You both are heavy on learning each other's culture, so when he forgets a certain thing, he goes to your cousins to ask for help

"Wait so- I can't ae-oo-lee in front of her?" Ao'nung poorly pronounces, a slight dark tint on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Never. Always stay behind her, or whoever is doing the solo," a boy says with his arms folded against his chest. "If you see people giving money during the dance, don't throw it at her while cheering. Be respectful and softly stick to her arms, they're gonna be covered with oil, anyway. If you can't do that, put it on the ground behind her.

"Right, right..." Ao'nung frantically jots down as the latter continues to speak.

On the day of your dance, he gets so confused when he sees people swarming around, especially in front of you. He will literally stand there like 🧍‍♀️???

But doesn't copy the others as he sees his friend from earlier who told him what not to do, cheering from behind. He smiles warmly before sticking noted bills onto your oiled arms. Kissing your cheek slyly before going back to his position.

"Alu ai gi ou kae."

Bro got slapped. Not too hard, but hard enough to know that he said something wrong.

"Ow! Baby, what was that for?" He holds his cheek, rubbing it softly. Slightly pouting while looking down at your shorter figure. Quite dramatically because you felt like all you did was tap his cheek.

"Why did you say that for?" You looked up at him with your nose scrunched.

"I asked Vika how to say "wanna kiss?" I asked him an hour ago so my pronunciation wasn't that horrible." He sulks. You roll your eyes before cupping his face, leaving kisses all over his cheeks, nose and forehead. "Yeah well, you just told me to go eat shit. Vika's Tongan, you idiot. He only knows the swear words."

i wanted to write sm more but i rather keep this short LOLOL.

[icantthinkyandere]

Hi! Can i request some Yandere Jeanne d'arc, Jeanne D'arc alter and Artoria Pendragon (Lancer) x Master! Reader that is way too good at his job, however they tend to overwork themselves for how focuse they are at the cost to save humanity. Like they rarely sleep and for some reason their performence never faulters. However they are extremely densed at reading feelings and can be clueless. They treat anyone with resoect and kindness but they can also be nonchalant about something and doesn't really takes care of his health all that well.

{Jeanne D'Arc}

While Jeanne deeply admires and loves their passion for saving the world, it's one of the reasons she fell in love in the first place! She can not stand to watch them ruin their body and mind over it.

Even if they don't have any outward issues with their health, it doesn't mean they probably don't have internal ones. Though, she can't conform to this theory since the medical staff keeps doctor-patient confidentiality and won't tell her their condition after checkups

She'll start with the basics, one of which is preparing food. She might not be the best cook, and that's why she'll ask to be taught. There's no hesitation from the kitchen staff or servants who like to cook. They're more than happy to help since the master doesn't care for themselves properly.

She was so into her quest to take care of her master that it wasn't until she got advice and got prepared to take on this caretaker role she forgot that others had taken to the role as well. That added another part to her checklist: tell everyone they don't have to anymore, which is tricky depending on who she has to talk to

Once she believes she's ready to take care of her master, she politely requests a private moment to discuss with them about this new arrangement and how important it is to take care of yourself, and if they won't, she'll do it.

She makes sure that they get regular meals and makes them go to bed early, making sure to sit by their bed until they fall asleep since she can tell if they're faking

Her caretaking is very strict. You eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the same time every day. She tries to make a new dish every day. It's primarily French food from her time that she'd like them to try or more modern food she would like to experience together. It's the same when it comes to the sleeping schedule she made up.

She's pretty much become their assistant at this point. She wants to make sure they have a healthy life, and so she starts to create a work and off-time schedule for them as well. To make sure they don't keep overworking themselves!

She doesn't mind other servants and staff interacting with her master, but sometimes work doesn't allow them to talk to others, and relaxing alone is better than with others.

She expresses her care in such a calm and gentle way that over time, it doesn't even seem like she might overstep sometimes with her schedule. She doesn't need repayment from them, returning her feelings, or realizing her feelings. That's not what she's focused on. She's focused on ensuring they're healthy.

{Jalter/Jeanne D'Arc Alter}

Being the opposite of Ruler, Jeanne doesn't just come with her servant class.

When she came to Chaldea, she absolutely hated everything about them. She honestly could not understand why they care so much and worked so hard on this goal, especially since they weren't getting much, if anything, at all, in return.

She doesn't like interacting with them because of this and doesn't know much about them other than what she hears from other servants and what she sees when they're around her or during missions. She hates to admit she's gotten used to them being around her now.

She still keeps them at an arm's distance (not because she's embarrassed she's starting to like anything). She doesn't think they're overworking themselves until Jeanne mentions it to her. She already thought they were dumb, but she didn't know they were bad enough to put work oversleeping.

She won't immediately start trying to get them to relax like Jeanne. She would say something about their appearance, something like, "You look worse than normal! When was the last time you slept, three years ago?" And when they say no, it's been three days, she'll bully them into taking a nap.

It goes into them eating, the fun, or new things that happen around Chaldea. They're in a dry spell right now, and we already have enough preparation for anything that might occur. So, shut up and eat this meal Emiya made and play video games.

She tries really really hard to make it look like she doesn't care. But even though it seems like she's bullying them, it's evident to anyone who watches her drag them away from work to take care of themselves that it's just her either acting or in denial she cares.

You're oblivious to the fact that she's doing this because she has a crush? Good. Because she doesn't want to acknowledge her feelings, and she doesn't want them to either. You either have to believe she's 100% just bullying them or a really awkward friend.

Jalter is pretty mean about what she does, but it isn't hard for anyone to miss the fact that she gets furious whenever anyone else tries to get the master to eat or sleep. Everyone around them knows the reason why she's doing all this is because she has a crush on them.

She death glares at them and makes up some poor excuse as to why she's upset someone else brought them a snack. The death glares aren't just for whoever steps into her territory. She will also make it the master's problem by making passive-aggressive comments about it. It's not as bad as what the staff or servant gets, but still.

She wants to help because she does care a lot, but she can't get over her previous dislike or her own personal problems before coming to Chaldea. Until she is forced to or the master themselves bring it up, she'll never admit her feelings and will not be nicer.

{(Lancer) Artoria Pendragon}

She is a fellow workaholic. She's had to come a long way into the semi-relaxed place she is in now. Unlike Jeanne, who goes into a caretaker mood, and Jalter, who lightly goes into bullying, Lancer just helps.

You can't reject her offer to help either, mainly because she's the Artoria Pendragon. If anyone knows what they're doing, it's her.

Like Jeanne, working with her is on a schedule, but it's more in line with pacing yourself than making sure to eat and sleep correctly. She throws herself into their work to give advice and take over any task she can so they may work on each other, so it'll go faster.

She'll bring up how their isolation from others is not suitable for their mental health, but her being here to help them will help fix that part of the issue. She'll secretly be very proud of the fact that not only is she being beneficial to them, but is also spending more time with them than anyone else in Chaldea.

With her help comes the help of the rest of the round table knights. At first, a couple don't understand why she's helping so much, with Gawain and Lancelot wondering if the suspected crush their lord has is true. Merlin very quickly confirms that it's accurate, and this is her version of a date.

Even if they don't want to (cough Mordred cough), they start to "help" Artoria continue courting them. They try to talk her up about being a good partner who can provide them with a good life, but that quickly fails if they comment about Artoria's ex-wife.

Everyone does whatever they can to take over work to open up free time or make the master feel like there isn't any more work to do with them stated that now that they were free, their master and king should take a break and talk about anything else over some tea or a lovely candle-lit dinner.

Out of Jeanne, Jalter, and Arturia, she is the most likely actually to have her feelings known.

Anyone would be confused about why the knights keep pushing them to give up work to someone else, convince they don't need to keep trying at something or that it's fine the way it is so they can spend more private time in what seems to be stereotypical romantic scenarios. So, when asking them why they keep talking about how amazing of a partner Arturia can be, one of them will just say why.

Master: Why do you keep telling me about how amazing of a wife Artoria would be?

Gawain: Because she's been courting you for your hand in marriage:)

Master: What? Nooooo.

Gawain: Ask her!

And when asking her, she confirms it pretty casually. Yes, she's into them. She's been trying to prove herself as a good partner by taking on their work with them and spending quality time.

It depends on how they react to the reveal that this has been a month-long courting session. She will politely accept rejection, Merlin won't, and maybe some of the knights won't. She'll ask if they would still like her assistance and will back off if needed.

Artoria sees helping them with their work as a fantastic chance to court the master. She can use her position as the King of Lions as a reason why she is more than capable of helping with anything they need. Not only can she prove she is a good partner, but they’ll also stay away from other servants or staff that might get in the way of their relationship

[bigball-thefrog]

Hunters Prey: Slasher!Rob Lucci X Reader Pt2:

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Pt1

Sorry, something short again this week. I've just been exhausted and exams are coming up so next week might be the last one for awhile until I finish.

Warnings/Tags:

Modern AU

Slasher Lucci

This is not a romance thing, I am not romanticizing this kind of relationship, I just got the idea of a slasher Lucci and thought it was kinda cool, please for the love of God don't think I'm romanticizing this

Implied torture at the end

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Reader POV

My head was pounding. I regained consciousness and looked around. Nothing but pitch black. I thought I was dead and in just a void of nothingness but I stood up and hit a wall. Shit, the power must have gone out in my house while I was asleep. I started blindly wondering around the room trying to find my phone or a torch for some light. After some wondering I tripped over a box and hit the floor. The floor felt like concrete, why would it be concrete? I have no concrete floors in my house, and it can't be my garage because I there would be a window I could see through right now. Damm, I must be in some kind of basement, but I have no basement in my house? Why would I be in a base-.... Oh... Lucci....

Shit, so it wasn't a dream. Rob Lucci really is the serial killer of Water Seven... I can't believe that bastard, I thout we were friends... But there's no time for moping now, I need to get out. I went to one of the walls and began feeling across the walls to try and find some way out. I eventually found the foot of a staircase and decided it was my best bet, so I got on my hands and knees and slowly crawled up the staircase so to not make much noise or accidentally break or step on an exposed nail. I managed to reach the top of the stairs and was halfway with getting back up when the door creaked and there was a sudden blinding light. I closed my eyes quickly and covered them with my arms. There was a low chuckle that came from my front, then a hand moved my arms away and lifted my chin upwards. I opened my eyes which weren't used to the light yet and saw only light and a silhouette of someone bent down in front of me. As my eyes became adjusted the silhouette became more clearer and recognizable, soon it was clear that the silhouette was Lucci. When my eyes properly adjusted I saw he had that same sinister smirk on his face when he kidnapped me, I froze. "Aww, look at you all scared and on your knees in front of me~" he said as he caressed my cheek with his finger, "Unfortunately for you sweetheart, you're not leaving this place until I've had my fun." He grabbed my arm and dragged me back down the stairs and towards the bottom of the basement.

He threw me against the floor and stepped back over me, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and lifted me to his eye level again, "Lucci, why are you doing this? Why would you even want to do this to anyone?! It's sick!" I shouted at him, he just chuckled and started caressing my face with a single finger again, "Well it's simply because... I just like it~" My face went pale and a pit started growing in my stomach, Lucci just continued, "The blood, the screams, the power, the knowledge that you can basically control life or death? It's ecstatic!" That pit feeling in my stomach just kept growing, this man is sick, how could anyone ever enjoy something like this, I wanted to throw up. Lucci noticed my nauseous look and chuckled, he gripped the collar of my shirt tighter and lifted me up higher, "Don't worry dear, you won't die. You're just going to be my new little toy until I can either trust you to keep this a secret, or until you break~" he said as he moved his freehand to squish my cheeks.

Suddenly he dropped me back to the ground. He walked over to a table and picked something up. He put whatever it was on his hand and turned back around. He was wearing a glove that had long sharp blades coming out of the fingertips like killer claws of a cat, that explains all the claw marks on his victims. He walked towards me, that sinister smile growing on his face. He bent down and used one of the claws to gently caress my face, "Now let's just see how strong you are, my little prey~"

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[cherikdogfood]

You're Not Alone (But Now You Are)

[In a modern world, mutants are hunted down, experimented upon, and seen as test subjects. Charles Xavier is secretly a mutant, and together with his sister, Raven, they have been rescuing mutants from government facilities for years.

When he meets Erik, of course, the two fall in love, but Erik's painful past -- torture and experimentation under the hands of Shaw -- threatens their love, their peace, and their lives.

Charles, Raven, and their family of mutants plan to take down Shaw... but Shaw gets to them first, and captures Charles...]

Shaw clicked his tongue, almost impatiently, as Charles tried to sit up straighter. The wounds on his body was making it impossible to sit properly without wincing, but Charles would be damned if he let Shaw bask in his pain.

"And here I thought you were strong," Shaw sighs mockingly. He glances coldly at the Charles' wrecked face, one eye sewn shut and a bruise forming as he muffles his groan of pain.

"So much for being a telepath," he chuckles. "Did you really think you could escape?"

Charles grits his teeth and resists the urge to curse. Cursing won't get him anywhere. It would be better if he drew this out, bide his time and hope that Erik and the children could locate Shaw and kill the bastard.

"What did you give me exactly?" He manages to croak out. His voice is raspy, the result of all the screaming he did when Shaw was torturing him with all his devices, making lab reports and musing about his amazing range and telepathy.

His telepathy.

Well, it was the one thing he had hoped could save him, the one thing he relied on to escape this godforsaken place, but Shaw had injected him with something, and now there was just... nothing.

"You're wondering what I gave you? Well, why don't you look into my head and find out?" Shaw smiles and pauses, almost theatrically. "Oh wait, you can't, can you?"

Charles hates that suave, sly grin of his. He wants to punch the man, not only because of the things he had done to Charles during the past few weeks, but also because of all the things he had done to other mutants, to Erik.

"You should just die," Charles says coldly, knowing that he means every word he said.

Shaw's face turns dark.

"Is that so? Well, I think you're the one who will beg me for death soon enough, hm? After all, we can't let you try to escape and not punish you accordingly... Come on, Charles, you should save your energy..." the man grins maniacally.

"You'll need it to scream soon."

***

The last time Erik saw Charles, they had been talking over chess, Charles' blue eyes gentle and warm, his presence inside Erik's head a constant reminder that he is not alone.

When he heard the news -- Alex gritting his teeth and talking about Shaw and kidnap and Charles -- he could not, did not want to understand. Those three words... they shouldn't even be in the same sentence.

Not Charles. Not good, sweet Charles who was his everything and so much more.

Raven had been calm. Hank had been sullen. The children had been brokenhearted.

Erik had been furious... and most of all, afraid.

He knew what Shaw could do. Hell, he had been Shaw's pet project in the past... The horrors of Shaw had been branded into his skin, a deep rooted pain he could never forget.

And to think that Charles... Charles of all people would be subject to that...

Erik drew in a deep breath as he studied the maps, the news and secret letters he had received from any and all of his contacts. He had begged, pleaded, threatened, and bribed anyone who could have a sliver of information regarding Charles' whereabouts...

And yet, nothing.

"You should sleep, Erik," Hank had timidly said the other day.

Sleep? How could he? Charles was suffering right now, and he had to find him, protect him, shield him from everything... He couldn't rest, not when Charles needed him.

After three weeks of little to no sleep, Raven had sneaked up behind him and drugged him, to force him to sleep and rest.

It was useless.

Because even in his dreams, Charles was crying and screaming in pain.

***

"Erik," he could hear the nervousness in Sean's voice, even from this far.

"What," he snapped, too high-strung to even try to answer calmly.

"We've found the Prof," Sean's voice is tight, too tight, but Erik doesn't care.

His head hurts when he turns around too quickly.

"If we've found him, let's go," he says, voice raspy after not drinking for hours.

Sean nods.

"Hank's preparing the jet, Raven and the others are suiting up."

Erik's throat feels too tight, his heart is thundering against his chest. He can only nod at Sean, mentally telling Charles that We're coming. I'm coming. We'll save you, hang on, Charles...

He prays Charles can hear his pleas.

***

Charles does not, of course, hear his thoughts.

Erik knows this because he's gazing at Charles' corpse ("He's been dead for two hours, I think," Hank had whispered, voice breaking) -- and how can it be, why is there a corpse, why isn't Charles smiling at him?

He stands, motionless, as he takes in the view before him. Charles, strung up from the beams of the ceiling, two nasty hooks keeping him in place, digging into his chest.

Charles' arms hang limply at his sides, his eyes are sewn shut with bruises, and a puddle of blood has accumulated under the body, thanks to the numerous lacerations and gashes on him.

Distantly, Erik can hear Raven gasping and sobbing, Hank trying to soothe her, Alex muttering curses, Sean retching in the corner, Darwin patting him on the shoulder --

It's too much.

He doesn't even know when he sank to his knees. He doesn't even realize he's crying.

Please, he begs. He's not sure if he's begging Charles to wake up, or begging Shaw to appear and tell him this is a nightmare, or --

Please... He cries, trying not to break.

It's too late.

He can hear his heart cracking, like fragile glass that shatters into pieces after a heavy blow.

This time, Charles' isn't there to help him pick up the pieces of himself.

He is alone.

***

[Written by cherikdogfood for #revivecherik #27: Hurt No Comfort]

[horizon-verizon]

I don’t think Rhaenyra went into this war with “I’m fighting the patriarchy” in mind, but that’s what she’s inadvertently doing nevertheless. She’s not feminist in the sense that she fights for women’s rights and liberation, but in a medieval setting and male dominated culture her very decision to fight for her throne is a subversive action. I think it’s pretty ridiculous to expect Rhaenyra to be a perfect figurehead of modern feminism because that’s not conceivable in her world. Her usurpation and her goal to fight for her claim is enough.

Anon's responding to this post.

Yes, and as I mentioned it's misleading purposefully (often) and its rationale is forced: if Rhaenyra is not a feminist, nothing of what she does really should matter to feminists or feminism or to study how/why women behave to gain more power; all that matters is that she plunged the whole country into war for her greed, ambition, and that she was part of the ruling class and had a dragon that enabled her to continue her Targaryen mad colonizer trip in the long installments of Targaryen madness and evil; everyone hated her, so all this must be true; why we care about feminism when it was never about or really centered on how women are collectively and generationally disempowered or abused when Targ power/survival OR human survival doesn't even depend on women having power and being treated as humans, flaws and all; the Targs were never "normal", so it's futile to really think about how they, too, have been affected by systematic and personal abuses, one of them sexism; women have to be feminist for anyone to care about anything that, somehow, mostly or only and disproportionately ever seems to bring them the most harm...funny that...

If Rhaenyra is not a "perfect" figurehead--aka, if she doesn't conform to some sort of ideal of femininity or womanhood (it's an attempt at such)--then she can only ever be in the wrong once she does something against any aspect of the status quo, even if it is just for herself or those closest to her. It's giving very Victorian-distillment of Goddess-Mother, Mother-is-Bastion-of-Respectability, and is thus "perfect". To be a valid (or valid enough) "human", the woman must be unreal and inhumanly Good. Very Angel in the House. (poem itself)

Ironic, bec only with feminism do you have people make remarks about how feminists/feminism is not valid of it doesn't consider the rights of male sex abuse victims in the way they don't scrutinize anti-racists don't necessarily advocate for poor white victims or white European immigrants' own experiences under the economic-racial system of the United States. Which is reflective of this idea that a woman is not a person until she considers how her actions will affect everyone else around her and to not position herself as an individual but more a perennial "source" and "well" to benefit others (until death or burnout or obscurity).

Because what if a woman like Rhaenyra (not exactly altruistic, ranging from completely self absorbed to just "average" self concerned human being) did somehow win "properly" against whatever aspect, institution, etc. of patriarchy? Women/people could learn from her tactics, journey, methods of acquiring certain resources, etc. We can't exactly have that, now can we if we want to preserve the status quo?

[mask131]

I'm going to really quickly drop something I have been thinking for a very long time - and I don't think I have made a post about it?

It is one of the reasons I kind of cut ties with fandoms on the Internet as a whole, and why I originally strongly disliked the way "headcanons" were used, and why I often roll my eyes with the way people behave on the Internet... And I don't know if it is because I was old enough to have lived in a time when I enjoyed series and movies and cartoons without the Internet - or better, with an Internet that was without the "fandoms" as we know them today.

The main thing that irritates me with the way "fans" act on the Internet is how they think because they are fans of a piece of media, it "belongs to them". I fully understand the idea of fanfiction-positive and I am ALL for fan-art and AUs and the like, don't get me wrong. I do enjoy what fandoms were for - sharing a common passion, bring fan-made content based on a loved piece of media, have fun with it all... But the way this positivity has been framed and formulated, and the way it got interpreted has been irking me a lot.

Because in effect, a lot and lot of people have gotten into their brain, somehow, that a fandom "owns" a piece of media. That a television series was made first and foremost for the fans, and not for anyone else, and thus that it must cater to their every whims and desire. More and more people take fan theories and headcanons as actual guidelines, or solid fact, or in general confuse "canon" and "headcanon". More and more people believe the idea that "If we are strong enough, we can change this piece of media" or that "The creator of this piece of media owes us things because we are fans".

I am not very old, and yet I still lived in a time when we understood that published books and the shows on TV and the movies in theater were not... "ours". Yes a fandom is a way to allow fans to toy and play with a piece of fiction, and thus in a way make it "theirs". BUT THAT'S METAPHORIC NOT LITERAL! It certainly does not help that recently more and more tv shows and cartoons and whatnot have been explicitely interacting with or refering to their fandoms, even sometimes letting the fans drive the course of the story. Which is great, and is fun - but should be remembered as something not "natural" and a bit exceptional.

It reminds me of how recently there have been more and more incidents in theaters where musical plays were interrupted by audience members who thought they just could do anything they wanted - because somehow they thought a musical was an interactive play or a karaoke night. Again, these kind of interactions do exist (The Rocky Horror Picture Show was built upon these experiences) - but they were unique and out-there.

Art, fiction and media can and will live on without fandoms. Fandoms are not a needed ingredient of a piece of fiction, they are something that at best develops a healthy co-dependency with the piece of fiction it selects, at worst acts like a parasite to its host. But the fandom can be destroyed and obliterated and die - the fiction will still live on, and the media will still exist. And yet, so many fandoms seem to believe that somehow, they are the movers and shakers of industry and fiction, and that somehow they are the ones in control? So many fans treat creators like commissioned artists or pals they can ask favors from or victims they can bully freely without consequence.

Again, I don't know how to properly express my thoughts but... I lived in a world without fandoms, and now I can't stand it when people make it seem as if art and fiction and media was all about fandoms. And I mean fandom in the modern, Internet-sense of the term. Fandoms have went from enthusiastic pupils and eager to learn students and symposiums of fair critics to just... whining, entitled, over-spoiled little brats that kick their feet in anger, give orders to everybody and try to run away with the painting that is hanging on a museum's wall.

Yes fanfiction can "correct" a badly written plot, in one's opinion. It doesn't mean the author has to stick to your corrections, or that other people can't actually enjoy the badly written plot.

Yes fanart can be much cooler than the actual design. It does not mean you suddenly know the movie better than the movie-maker themselves, or that your fan-art will have to influence the aesthetic of a cartoon's next season.

Yes headcanons are wonderful. It does not make them canon, and you cannot enforce them on anything.

I repeat myself like a broken record - but originally fandoms where a place of enjoyment and appreciation and theorizing and complaining, but solely as an audience, and as people gathered by similar interests. Now? Now they became places of control and influence and demands that don't understand that an audience member isn't supposed to jump on stage to point out "No you are saying it wrong, here is how you should say the line."