#why do family members think everyone cares enough to hear them talk about this stuff a million times

[snezfics-n-shit]

It's that dreaded family member vent in the tags 😭

[meepmeep19]

Out of all the Hunting Dogs members, Tachihara rly seems to be the closest to Jouno (after Teruko ofc) But why is that the case?

I mean just LOOK at how proud Tachihara looks in this panel after receiving that praise from Jouno! It’s sooo cute I-😭 But why is Tachihara so close to Jouno of all people?

Well I HC that when Tachihara first joins the HD, his criminal background makes him understandably very distrustful/fearful of everyone else. It feels less like the HD are his coworkers and more like they’re just cops keeping an eye on him, just waiting for when he’ll inevitably slip up so they can finally lock his ass away. He just can’t get that criminal-cop mindset out of his head yet.

Jouno was the only person that could understand and relate to Tachihara considering he was also a formal criminal (tho I don’t think he was ever scared of the HD, he still felt that same distrust in his first couple years as well)

And so to make Tachihara feel more comfortable/calm (cuz he’s actually starting to care for the boy getting sick of constantly hearing Tachihara’s too fast heart beat) Jouno decides to casually bring up all the stupidly profitable crimes Tachihara could’ve committed with his ability, going into suspiciously criminal amounts of detail. Most of the heists that he brings up r stuff that he himself was planning to do in the mafia before he got arrested. Jouno talks about this to help remove the whole ‘HD-dangerous-cop’ association that Tachihara has made.

At first Tachihara is very suspicious and hesitant to answer, assuming this must be some sort twisted way to set him up. But then he realizes Jouno just genuinely enjoys talking about crimes as if they aren’t surrounded by Japan’s elite police force. And yet no one ever actually does anything to Jouno, even tho everything he says is so illegal, that he should’ve already gone to prison 20 times over just for even uttering half that stuff lol.

These conversations rly help Tachihara to stop seeing the HD as just ‘cops’ and he immediately begins to open up. Soon he and Jouno r having like hour long conversations, literally just discussing various heists in great detail.

They make Tetchou slightly uncomfortable with their blase view of big time crime so every time they start talking about this stuff, Tetchou just silently walks out of the room lol (Jouno 100% teases him for that, constantly inviting him to join their conversations, to which Tetchou always politely declines lol)

Ofc, to remind Tachihara that at the end of the day, they ARE still just only coworkers (not friends), Jouno likes to end their conversations laughing, saying ‘Of course, if you were to actually try any of this, I would not hesitate to gouge your eyes out and feed them to the dogs’ which always keeps Tachihara from being too casual.

Despite that tho, Tachihara can’t help but still see Jouno as older brother figure. A terrifying brother figure, but a brother figure nonetheless. In some ways, he actually somewhat prefers his relationship with Jouno than that with his actual brother. Don’t get me wrong: he still loves his brother but… unlike with his brother, no one pressures him to be like Jouno; if anything, they actually discourage Tachihara from becoming too much like him lol.

The HD never make him feel like he HAS to live up to anyone. Instead they actually want him to become his own person so he can add something unique to the team. They never make him feel like he’s not enough. And that just means so much to someone like Tachihara, who spent his whole life feeling so inadequate compared to perfection of the dead.

So yeah, that’s how Jouno and the Hunting Dogs became Tachihara’s found family

[luckylolabug]

Spoilers and criticism for Veilguard under the cut! Don't read if you're not prepared!!! I've been sitting on this long enough to try and get my thoughts together on what my biggest problem with the game is and I think I figured it out (for me personally, anyways) so!

The biggest downfall for me is genuinely not really having a way to ACTUALLY get to know your companions. Most of their backstory information is tucked away in party banter, so you just have to kind of hope you happen to hear it while out running around with the right combination of party members. (I could get into how much I hate that I can only take two but that's a whole other thing.)

The issue with this is that it completely cuts Rook out of the equation at all. I can't really go around and ask my companions questions about themselves or their backgrounds. There aren't any conversation trees to get to know them, and I literally can't even talk to them unless it's something they want from me. Rook isn't even really part of ANY of the party banter out in the world, which is a huge bummer. It wasn't EVERY banter, but in Inquisition, there were many times you were actually able to chime in with your own response to whatever people were talking about. And you know what that does? It makes it feel like Inky is actually part of the crew. It feels like they're IN the conversations and their thoughts and opinions matter.

Meanwhile, Veilguard has several party banters where I feel like I'm interrupting a conversation and they're turning to look at me with drinks in their hand waiting for me to get lost.

Rook is like the CEO of a company while everyone else is making friends, and it's frustrating as a player. Even with codex entries that talk about the team doing stuff it's like. Why isn't Rook part of their book club?? Why isn't Rook part of their grocery lists in the kitchen??? Why isn't Rook included on the mural Manfred paints at the end of the game that's supposed to highlight how heroic everyone was?? (I know the answer to the last one is because everyone's Rook looks different, but come on. You could at least just have a hooded figure in the center or SOMETHING to indicate they're involved)

Nobody asks Rook questions about themselves, nobody really seems to care about them at all. There's so many points in Inquisition with Joesphine asking about your background or Cassandra asking about your beliefs etc. And that's just....not there??? (Don't even get me started on Rook randomly popping out information about their past that I have Zero input or knowledge of. Why the hell does my elf Veil Jumper Rook who HAS Vallaslin insist they were a city elf out of nowhere when talking to Taash??? Why don't I get the option to pick that???? What???)

Anyways, all of this to say is that it makes me incredibly sad because a big draw for Dragon Age for me is how cohesive the crew usually is as a unit. I dont expect everyone to be the best of friends (lord knows that my Cousland didn't get along with Morrigan at all, my Hawke had issues with Sebastian, and my Lavellan doesnt like Vivenne at all) but the difference is with all three other games I can point out directly which companions they're closest to, and how by the end of the game at least a decent chunk of them feel like a found family. And I just can't say the same for Veilguard because its like Rook is an afterthought and everyone else is besties. (Forreal though, as a Veil Jumper especially, would it really have been that hard to assume I already knew who Bellara was??? We're from the same fucking camp. There's like 40 of us. HOW does Rook not know who she is prior to the game deciding to meet her???)

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/763064588213370880/from-one-of-your-replies-this-i-look-straight

You’ve explained this well but I feel like while explaining you still missed the mark on somethings and I think you took Jimin’s statement out of context. You said it yourself that it isn’t believable that the only thing the members would have to talk about is food or other members but most people understand that while they are infront of the cameras they are limited and can’t talk among themselves freely as they would when they know they are not being watched by millions of fans. While I do understand your point about content not always being organic, I think you used the wrong example by citing Jimin’s words. Jimin didn’t say anything which wasn’t true, he only mentioned that he brought it up just to have something to talk about. He explained when they all were in Jeju for the Jacket shoot on the air ballons and I think that happened in 2015/2016 but it is clear that he brought that particular time up because that was the only time them three were all in jeju

https://x.com/hyyhbam/status/1840735373221412957?s=46

It’s the same way Jungkook said he was acting “angry” for the show or the same way we saw Jin say tae and Jk fought before a Live. They do those things sometimes not to be deceptive but to create conversation and you know because they tell you themselves why they bring it up. If they intended to lie or deceive us would Jimin say he just brought up to start conversation? Would Jk say he was acting angry for the show? Would Jin admit that he “lied” about Taekook fighting/arguing before a Live just to make things interesting or create rumors? No they wouldn’t. So I say that your example here doesn’t work with what you are explaining because what Jimin did doesn’t take away from how organic the show is and that is normal human interaction. Sometimes we just bring things up like that out of nowhere to start conversation or make places less quiet. We do that too in our everyday lives with friends and family but for some reason we judge these idols when they do the same things we do. Sometimes we don’t realise that they too feel awkward sometimes just sitting there with cameras in silence and even though in our normal lives we don’t go talking 24/7 with our loved ones when we are together because sometimes we just want to sit in silence, they can’t do that because they know they are trying to entertain.

I also feel like while it is normal to expect that these guys cannot be 100% themselves on camera, sometimes some people use that excuse to question everything they say or do that doesn’t align with their beliefs. Yes we know that they cannot be 100% honest with us and have to hide things or lie about stuff but how do you know what they are lying about and what they are being truthful about? How do you get to decide when they are being organic and when they are not? Anyone can use this logic to defend their ship or their beliefs as jikookers could say Jikook lied when they had that car talk just the way you say the ITS talk wasn’t organic. What would be the difference? Why do you believe that your case wasn’t organic while theirs was? You may want to say their words confirmed your suspicions but so did taekook’s words in 2020 because before they had that talk, people had been complaining about sensing some distance. Jkkrs may want to argue that why would two people who didn’t care to reach out to each other bother to do a show together and even enlist together and now we are hearing from Jimin that he spent the night at Jungkook’s. You see? Everyone can make a good enough argument using this logic and win a case in court.

Where I make the distinction is that, I weigh the things that I feel could be meaningless to them and meaningful and ofcourse I could be wrong about what they consider meaningless or meaningful but I know that if they or the company intend to drive home a certain narrative, they wouldn’t be sitting there laying out their plans to us. They tell on themselves it’s not that we discover them so using that as a gotcha makes no sense to me because how dumb does anyone think they are? Fans are fond of taking things out of context or twisting and bending words just to drive along a point but most times, these points or narratives are not coherent in the least because the members tell on themselves so saying that they are sometimes intentionally trying to push an agenda after they themselves have said it kind defeats the purpose don’t you think? It’s the way I find it funny how fans constantly talk about things being scripted even though the members themselves literally tell us when something is scripted, they don’t hide it. When we see them make certain moves on stage they tell us how long they practiced it. When we see them do certain content, they tell us how hard or easy it was to memorize their scripts. It’s just like fans going haywire over Jungkook asking the staff why he picked serendipity for him as if , if the company wanted to drive home a certain narrative about Jikook they would have been stupid enough to leave that part in the content that fans were going to watch. It makes no sense, all these things prove that the members and company’s intentions are not what fans think it is. It’s just how some people swear that AYS is meant to feed shippers but who would be stupid enough to leave in clips of Jimin and Jungkook talking about not seeing each other in content that is meant to feed shippers? Or the same way people have claimed for years that the company kept pushing Jikook to satisfy shippers yet they always included clips of Jikook bickering, shoving each other and acting like proper bros. What sense does any of that make? If they intended to make Jikook look like a couple they would have known how to do a better job. If AYS was made to drive home a certain narrative about Jikook, they never would have kept in that clip of them talking about not seeing each other.

Hi anon!

I don't think I missed the mark on things, I think many just see my comments as biased and unfair and dishonest just because I'm a Tkkr. You yourself are making my post about members being untruthfull, while my point is that they are making content. Content creation isn't synonymous to lying.

If what you have layed out in your ask is what you believe to be organic, than your understanding of the word is different than mine. I think organic behavior is behavior that is not met with directions or an audience in mind. You have fans out there that think there's just a window being opened and we see Jm, Jk, and Tae just do what they would do without camera's there.. that would indeed be organic behavior, but that's not what AYS is at all.

When I, a Tkkr, go into this topic people directly go into defense. They don't see the nuance in my words and I'll be getting asks accusing me of hating Jm and using this as a theory to explain Tkk. I am not accusing Jm of faking the whole of AYS and his connection with Jk and Tae at all. I am saying, that Jm knows that they are there to shoot content and that he acts accordingly. He is doing his job to make sure Army has something fun to watch.. whether or not army actually enjoys that is besides the point. Same goes for Tae and JK. Tae was very much aware of him running away from Jm with the food being a fun clip for the show. All of them showing off their food for the camera is done for the show and they would not do that had it not been for army.

You make my post about deceitfullness, while it is about them consciously creating things to watch for us.

"How do you get to decide when they are being organic and when they are not." I do not decide that, they are the ones deciding that and by knowing them we understand or get clues of what is natural, what is fake, or what is embellished/exaggerated. I'm always a bit baffled when people don't seem to understand that there's more options than "BTS are always fake" and "BTS are always natural". We see them in different kinds of content. The more structured ones are Run, BV, and ITS... or maybe not the most structured ones.. but the most edited ones. We also see them in interviews and in backstage content and lives though.. situations in which we often see them unedited and just reacting in realtime. That is how we get to know and understand them. We have seen especcially Jk on live soooo many times last year. We have seen him be as honest and real as he can be. I know him (alright still to a certain extent) so I know he has way more depth than to talk about food and some banter. I know Jm and JK have more in depth talks than what we've seen from them in AYS (about music, about their careers, probably about what enlistment means for them... though not in the way Jkkrs think 😂). I know Tae and Jk are way more close than they have been shown for years, because you cannot tell me that these two still chose to hang out as much as they did, and travel to other countries for the other, and are physically the closest out of all members (and sure argue on that.. I am still right) and have consistently mentioned sharing experiences and time together for them to not be one of the closest pairings out of BTS. It's how I know how close Jm is to both Hobi and Yoongi.

"It’s the way I find it funny how fans constantly talk about things being scripted even though the members themselves literally tell us when something is scripted, they don’t hide it." The thing with hiding stuff is... that you don't always realize when something is hidden though isn't it...? The way you are reasoning closeting wouldn't even be possible.

I don't think the company wants people to think Jkk is a couple, I think they give plenty of opportunity for people to keep believing it. Jk and Jm as a pair are promoted a lot because in the eyes of the company they gather the most attention (and this should clue you in a bit... because there is one pairing that would gather more attention.. though they have not been utilized in the same way). The company doesn't want people to actually believe BTS members are queer, they market mostly to a straight female audience. They have ofcourse noticed that Jkkrs are a loud bunch and that's good for publicity and sales. So yes, they leave in subtitles and they edit footage to be suggestive at times (remeber the teaser..?).

I think AYS was generally void of a strong narrative. It's about Jk and Jm being friends and eating a lot. The narrative that is pushed, is pushed by Jkkrs and some people are sensitive to that.

To be clear, I don't feel BTS members lie often at all. I do think they have lied on occasion, and yes the ITS talk is the most obvious occasion. It just doesn't match what we saw from Tae and Jk's interactions. Which is what makes it different from Jk and Jm's conversation, because through their interactions last year it did become clear that they hadn't spent time. I don't generally let fandom discourse tell me what to think, I watch members themselves. Tae and Jk have always been consistently close, and the proof is literally out there for everyone to watch.

[christinescupofcoffee]

a completed work — the original now it’s dark trilogy (now it’s dark, who cares wins, and be all end all)

started — September 2019 | completed: January 2020 | genre — science fiction, noir, cyberpunk posing as fanfiction | pov — 1st person perspective | status — third draft | currently — completed! | themes — poverty, death, mind control, manipulation, mad science, family dysfunction, the rise of ai/terminator-bladerunner type stuff, ecoterrorism

blurb | Joey hasn't always had it easy. Fresh off the boat from his singing duties in Anthrax, he finds a battered young woman in a storm drain. After taking her to shelter, he runs into a gentleman named Lars Ulrich, whom, as he finds out knows a thing or two about the woman in question. Thus ensues two fellows' journey through hell and back again.

excerpt | "Kill me now," is what I say as I stare out the window. The rain is my one true friend now. It's been a while since I've been able to make a good friend on top of this--I'm sure everyone knows about it, the whole thing where if someone, and by someone I mean myself, wasn't en route to a college or a university, or working a job already, they were kind of left out in the cold. Sure, there have been plenty of acquaintances, but as far as someone I could sit with and feel myself to be true with them, it's been a while. The whole twisted thing about everything that happened was that it happened so quick. It was four years ago Scott and Frank told me I could hold the microphone in my hand. Four years ago, and last year we may as well have hiked up to the North Pole and stood up a big black flag with the word "NOT!" emblazoned on it, beholding the fact we had conquered the world in the wake of Cliff's ashes. We rose up like the phoenix, and I was the man on fire.

There is absolutely nothing like standing out in the rain with all of your things taken out from the studio, slung over your shoulder, and your old band mates were the ones throwing you out there into the darkness while the gutters overflow over your head. There isn't a feeling like it.

And if anyone believes that I had had enough, know for a fact I was asked to leave. I had vowed to rid of the problem, to replace all of the booze with black coffee. I mean, Jesus, I like to have fun with this sort of thing. What's the point of doing it if I'm not going to have a little fun with it all every now and then? And it's not like I was drinking a ton so to speak--at least I wasn't doing those drug loaded pirate raids the four of them would do with Skid Row and Ratt. But I specifically recall telling Scott, verbatim, after he threatened to leave if I did nothing, that I would not have a sip of alcohol as long as I was a member of the band. And yet, for whatever reason, that promise did not suffice or click with any of them.

I think the sound of my phone ringing this morning and waking me up will haunt me for as long as I live. I still hear Charlie's voice on the other end, telling me it was official. They had made the decision behind closed doors and I had been thrown out on my ass as of that morning, but he never elaborated why.

The next thing I remember was asking him why and the sound of the other end hanging up.

note: this is the one. This is the fic I come back to quite often, mainly because it was such a watershed moment for me. It made me realize that I have the weirdest ability to tell a story from a guy’s point of view (which in turn made me realize that my concept of gender is way more permeable and fluid than I had realized before). It was the last thing I wrote before the pandemic hit. I made inktober art for it, which Joey himself noticed on instagram and then talked about it on Jamey Jasta’s podcast on my birthday.

When I go back and read it, it’s astounding how important it is for me, personally and as a writer. It’s arguably my magnum opus.

And you’re not misreading that, either, I literally wrote the whole three books in four months.

[revserrayyu]

2.1 Penacony thoughts [part5]

**BIG STORY SPOILERS** Chatting up until the end of the current story so if you haven’t finished it yet then I’d encourage you to do so before reading any further.

Before all the big reveals happen, I appreciate these few dialogue options we get right after the Aventurine fight. It sounds like they’re all asked in rapid succession and the last one is completely valid considering how often we actually switched viewpoints during this update.

Once Sam appeared, I knew it was finally going to be the moment where we learn who he truly is. As they list out the other hunter’s specialties and his own lack of one, he mentions “there is only one method that I use,” and I wanna say it’s deception..

..because lo and behold, everyone was completely right and the person beneath the armored suit is indeed Firefly herself. I’m not surprised, just interested in learning about her reasons. Was that death of hers planned and why? Has she always been Sam, even way back during the Jepella Rebellion trailer? Or does that device in her hand allow her to appear as Sam? Because didn’t we hear to talking to a “mecha” in that one dreamscape last patch? She just seems so out of place among the other Stellaron Hunters but I’m eager to learn more about her once we pick up here next update.

Also, I’m just gonna say it.. I wasn’t truly upset over her “death.” I feel like we were kinda forced to care for her after she gave us a tour of Penacony, but that alone wasn’t enough for me to get properly attached. That time was real brief and only took up a small section of the previous update. Not to mention the many weeks in between updates where I spent much time thinking about almost everyone else aside from her. Most other characters we’ve met on this planet received trailers, drip marketing and so much more to get me invested into learning about them while Firefly’s presence was short lived. I would genuinely be upset if anything bad happened to Black Swan, Acheron or Sparkle and I’m already emotional over Robin, Aventurine and maybe even Sunday. There’s stuff going on with Gallagher and Misha that I’m still curious about and we haven’t even properly met Boothill yet but I’m so excited to see him. Maybe my opinion on Firefly will change during the next update, but for now I really don’t have any strong feelings about her other than simple curiosity. I am pleased to see her still alive for the Trailblazer’s sake, but if she somehow survives this entire story and Aventurine doesn’t..hmpf.

All that aside, the scene with Gallagher and Sunday was.. a lot to take in, but once again we have someone else calling Sunday crazy. Perhaps he should go to therapy.

The framing of this scene is nice and sorta confirms those purple nightingales do in fact see everything happening on Penacony, acting as Sunday’s eyes and reporting back to him. At least that’s the vibe I’m getting.

This is quite unexpected? Honestly I feel like every time Sunday is involved there’s a new plot point that’s introduced into this giant story. Both sides definitely have it out for each other, that’s for sure.

What in the hell is this twist??

Sunday thinks Gallagher is in disguise, but after the hound tells him to take a closer look, Sunday starts to notices all these little details about him that seem reminiscent to 52 other members of the Family.

I wish I could say this idea is foreign to me, but it actually reminds me of Kamui from the second season of Psycho Pass and how his body is made up of 184 different people and 7 personalities. Kamui was also unable to be detected by any scanners and that also reminds me of Gallagher and how almost no other Bloodhound knows who he is.

And I haven’t the faintest idea on what Sunday means here but I noticed the voice over doesn’t even say “minion of the Enigmata” no matter how many times I tried to replay this line over.

It’s at this moment where I started to waiver with my distrust towards Sunday and actually start to feel bad for him a little bit solely because of the strong emotion in his voice when he questions why Robin had to be killed. It at least prevents me from thinking he had any part of it.

Then we head into a cutscene and dear god, things happen quick. This one shot of Gallagher reminds me of his light cone just because of the lighter.

This frame of Sunday looking down on him feels so intense and I kinda love it with both the intense shadows and harsh light.

And then..? Our angelic and handsome man gets killed?? Presumably by another memory zone meme I guess I dunno it happened in an instant and all I have to show for it is splatters of goo??

Oohhh my goodness.. this story took such a turn. Many of them actually. Seeing how Sunday is a puddle on the floor similar to what happened to Firefly, I wanna believe that he’s gonna be okay? If she could survive, surely he can too. Maybe? I’m still not to sure about Robin’s condition and I’m being so darn hopeful that Aventurine is alive somehow. That’s definitely the death that hurts most for me if true. Anyways, I’ll end it here and just say there’s many answers to look forward to with the next update. As always, I’m not trusting anyone! Astral Express family only!

(originally written on 3/30)

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Older Men Are My Type

Roberu Yukoku x gender neutral reader Requested by: N/A ProofRead: N/A Genre: Smut Music: Vampire Party Clubbing Mix

Warnings: Age gap (both parties are adults!), sir kink, drinking, tipsy sex, reader calls Roberu Robe-chan (literally my fav nickname for him tbh), pretty vanilla stuff tbh, fingering (mainly for prep), romantic language, hint at a breeding kink (on Roberu's end) Summary: He's a family friend. A friend of a friend. There's nothing wrong with sharing a few drinks, right? There's nothing wrong with letting him stay over when he's too drunk to leave…right? Author's Note: Roberu is 29 years old. He and I have a 10 year age gap. I just wanted to use my daddy issues and my crush on older men to write something for Robe-chan.

-Mod Kenma

There was something about him that just made him so damn attractive. Maybe it was his fangs that would appear every time he laughed. Maybe it was his charming smile. Or maybe it was how whenever you walked into the room, he always had his full attention on you. The best word to describe Roberu was kind. He was someone you could turn to when things were getting hard. 

If someone were to ask you how you met him, you wouldn't have a reply. He was just always around, a friend of a friend perhaps? Your older cousins brought him around one day and he just never really left. He was the cool older man in your life that made you feel safe and respected, despite him being quite a few years older than you. He never babied you. 

Maybe that's why you fell for him. At first, it was nothing more than a small childish crush. You admired him a lot and wanted to be just like him. He had all the qualities you wanted in a significant other. You were a child then and didn't really know him. As you got older, this crush of yours developed into something much stronger, something you couldn't help but be embarrassed about. 

You made it your mission to get close to him. Whether it be by sitting next to him or visiting before his bar opened. Whenever a family member would call you out on your behavior, you'd simply reply with "Robe-chan is fun to talk to. I enjoy his company" before sticking your tongue out. Part of you felt as though he would only see you as that dumb little kid who was as reckless as they were adventurous. 

The gods decided to bless you with luck when you were informed that you would be alone at home for a week. Everyone was going on a vacation, leaving you alone. Not that you minded, you had your studies to work on and other adult things to do. As soon as everyone left, you texted your cousins, telling them you were going to be alone for the week.

You had all planned on drinking at your house, a casual get-together. They invited close family friends and partners, including Roberu. Just thinking about him made you flustered. You mentally slapped yourself before getting the house ready for your guests. 

Thankfully, you didn't have to buy any alcohol. Everyone came with a little something. Of course, Roberu brought the fanciest. "Robe-chan you need to stop showing us up~" You whined, plopping down on the couch next to him and taking the bottle out of his hand. He always brought something nice from his bar to share around. The bottle was plucked out of your hands by a cousin and taken to the kitchen. 

Drinks were passed around along with snacks. Catching up with everyone was nice. You all played board games, took dumb videos, and eventually just relaxed. Time passed by too quickly for your liking. You watched as people left one at a time, choosing to leave before they were too drunk to leave. Soon enough, it was just you and Roberu. 

The two of you sat on the couch, keeping a comfortable distance between the two of you. Roberu spoke of his coworkers and friends, mentioning jokes and hilarious stories. "Temma said he could hear us arguing all the way from his seat. I was sooo embarrassed at first but I was too busy trying not to shit myself to care when he told us." 

You laughed and leaned closer to Roberu, using him to steady yourself as you fought the onslaught of giggles leaving your lips. "I hope to meet your friends sometime. They seem stupid funny." You said, sitting up. Roberu looked at you with soft eyes and gave you a toothless smile. 

"I want you to meet them," He said, taking a sip of whatever was in his cup. "I think they'd find you cool, for sure!" You blushed and look away for a moment. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. "I mean if you say so." You finished your drink and let out a sigh. 

Roberu glanced at you before putting a hand on your thigh. You felt a chill go down your spine before leaning into his touch. His hand felt like fire, scorching through your pant leg and leaving an imprint on your skin. God, he was going to be the death of you. But if you died like this, there was no other way you'd like to go. 

You felt his hand trail up your thigh, stopping when his thumb could barely graze your clothed sex. Your breath hitched and you felt yourself tense up. "Would you believe me if I told you I wanted you?" Roberu muttered, staring off into whatever was in front of him. You let out a nervous chuckle. "I would believe it was the alcohol talking. But," Fuck it. "I would let you have your way with me." 

That was enough for him. He pushed you down onto the couch and kissed you. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. As Roberu pulled away, you whined and tried to follow his lips. A small string of saliva kept the two of you connected as you stole one more kiss away from the bartender. "Can't have enough of me?" He teased. You nodded with half-lidded eyes. "Never." 

Roberu began to leave wet kisses on your neck, nibbling here and there to get a reaction out of you. You squirmed and whined here and there, desperate for his touch. His warm hands slid up your shirt and caressed your sides. He detached his lips from your neck and he pulled your shirt off of you. He tossed it behind him somewhere and began to leave hickeys on your chest. Occasionally, he'd bite down a little, just enough to leave a mark for a day or two. 

His fangs just barely puncturing your skin made your back arch. "Mm-fuck~" You bit your lip to stop more embarrassing noises from coming out. Roberu's hands tugged on the waistband of your pants, seemingly begging you to take them off. You lifted up your hips slightly and allowed him to slip them off. "K-Kinda unfair that I'm the only one naked." You said, lightly yanking at his turtle neck. 

Roberu chuckled and removed it, allowing you to have full access to his rather toned chest. You had to stop yourself from drooling. You couldn't help but stare at the gold necklaces that dangled off of his neck. The color looked absolutely gorgeous next to his warm skin color. He peeled off your underwear to reveal your sex. He licked his lips before throwing his pants off. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He muttered into your ear. His fingers worked like magic to prep you. 

You mewled and whined, wanting more than just his fingers. He shushed you gently, whispering in your ear that you had to be patient. When Roberu deemed you prepared enough, he pushed off his boxers and pulled his cock out. He was just as you imagined him. He began to tease you. He rubbed the head of his cock against your hole. Your hips thrusted towards him, begging for him. 

Roberu chuckled at your eagerness and slowly entered himself inside of you. You gasped and let out a silent moan, trying to keep your breathing in check. "Deep breaths sweetheart. Deep breaths." He said, gently rubbing your hips. You let out a shaky breath and grabbed onto his biceps for support. "Y-Your so-fucking big~" The two of you froze for a moment, taking everything in. 

"A-Are we really doing this?" You wondered out loud. Roberu looked at you, confused for a moment before pressing the most gentle kiss imaginable on your cheek. "Is this too much for you?" He asked, ready to pull out. "No! If anything this isn't enough." You said, wrapping your legs around his waist. "I've liked you for way too long. I don't want this feeling to ever end." Roberu smiled and brushed some of your hair out of your face. "As you wish." 

His thrusts were slow and sensual. He made sure that every movement was filled with love. You felt as though you were on cloud nine. Having him here, with you, like this, was truly a gift from god. You babbled about how badly you wanted him for so long. Roberu would respond back with loving kisses and murmurs about how he wanted you the same. "I'm yours." He'd whisper into your ear, caging you in his arms. "And I'm yours." You said, throwing your head back slightly, overwhelmed by the knot aching in your stomach.

"I'm gonna fill you up, okay? I don't want you to waste a single drop." You nodded mindlessly and allowed yourself to let go. The two of you climaxed at the same time, moaning in unison. This was paradise.

[fairydares]

Ice and Igni (Chapter 2)

Pt. 1 (definitely read this first) ; AO3

Rating: M (suggestive content especially in this chapter but no smut, though there will be some if I choose to continue with this story. I also want to do a Nalu/Gruvia stone age omake to precede this one maybe but we'll see).

See AO3 for tags and stuff please.

Summary: It isn't the first time Nasha has gotten lost while hunting, but it is the first time one of the males who abandoned her tribe long ago is the one to find her...and it just had to be while she's bathing. All she wanted was to become a stronger huntress than Erza!

I don't own Fairy Tail, only this silly little plotline.

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Chapter 2: Igni Faces Ice

The second her tribe had settled into their new encampment, Nasha had run off, waving goodbye to her family and pretending she couldn’t hear her mother screeching for her to come back.

It was probably selfish of her to ditch her mom, her little brother Luke, and the flying cat Harley, to set up camp by themselves. But she hated setting up camp! It was sooo boring.

Besides, she wasn’t really being selfish; she’d scooped up her bow and spear before she left. Their tribe had been walking as far as they could every day for weeks. They’d already been hungry, but now, several tribe members had meat cravings. Nasha would get a saber-boar or a long-tailed moose, something big enough to fill everyone’s bellies before Erza could beat her to it.

It was only when she realized she was lost that it occurred to her that she maybe, possibly should have stopped to listen to her mom…because she might have said something about the unfamiliarity of the area and needing to be careful to keep track of how far she’d gone.

Usually, Nasha would use her sharp sense of smell to find her way back, but there were so many new and unfamiliar smells around here—plants and animals she’d never seen before! She kept getting distracted which, in turn, made her get even more lost.

Once, she could’ve sworn she caught the scent a person, but even that was strange. Her instincts told her it was definitely human, but on the other hand, it was nothing like the scent of anyone she’d ever met.

Stronger. Deeper. More pungent.

It was so old and faint that she could only catch a wisp of it the once.

She wondered, briefly, if it could be a male. But she quickly dismissed the idea. The women’s tribe had been wandering for years, mostly in search of their men and boys. So far, they’d turned up squat. How likely was it they’d really find them this time?

The males had vanished years ago, when she was just a little girl. Even her dad. The only reason Luke was with the women’s tribe at all was because her mom hadn’t known she was pregnant when her father vanished. If Luke had already been born, the men would have taken him, too. And no one knew why.

Nasha had stopped asking her mom about her dad long ago. Talking about him made her mom too sad. Secretly, though, Nasha was determined to find him and the other men, one day. She’d demand answers regardless of whether he wanted to give them. She’d beat them out of him, if she had to. She wanted to know why she wasn’t good enough for him to stick around and watch her grow up. Nasha was strong. She was one of the best huntresses in her tribe. She always protected her family.

She’d inherited his igni.

“Ooh, what’s that bunny!” she gasped, chasing after a crazy looking rabbit with horns and a purple, spiky tail. It got away, leaving her pouting in the strange woods. She could’ve used stealth to try and kill it, but she knew better than to keep hunting now, no matter how bad she wanted to surpass Erza. The acceptability for risk went way down the second she got lost. Carrying around bloody, stinky dead prey she couldn’t even be sure was edible while lost was a bad idea.

She still acted without thinking sometimes, but Nasha wasn’t as reckless as she’d once been. She’d gained her holy mounds and come into her blood years ago. She’d even grown taller than all the women in her tribe except Cana. With age came experience. With experience came wisdom or death, and Nasha had no plans of croaking any time soon.

It wasn’t long before her head thudded in pain from sniffing so much confusing, new stuff. Her feet hurt, too, and she was sweating like crazy. It was strange for her to be hot (or cold, for that matter) with her power over igni, but the air was humid, sludging through her lungs and making the back of her neck itch. She’d drunk all her water long ago.

The sun blazed near its highest point when she pushed through some bushes with weird, swirly, blue leaves and found a spring. She cried out in relief when she dipped a toe in the water and found it cold. Her pelts and necklaces were still soaring through the hot air when she vanished under the surface with a huge splash.

“Thank Mother Mavis,” she moaned, floating on her back and closing her eyes. As the aches ebbed from her head and feet and the water cooled her sticky skin, she started to worry about how she’d get back, tears forming in her eyes, but she quickly shook it off. Panicking wouldn’t help. She’d refresh herself, fill up her skein with some buried water from over near that limestone she’d spotted while undressing, user her igni to boil it, and then figure out what to do.

She only wished she knew which plants she could use to clean herself, but she didn’t know any of these ones. So Nasha used her hands to scrub water against her scalp, neck, and more pungent bits, ending with the folds of her blessed valley. She flushed slightly as her fingers rubbed that spot that always made her breath go funny and her skin feel hot. The older women in the tribe spoke of such things, at times, but those conversations always came back around to the males and their “sacred rods”, which were some kind of shape-shifting snake they had where their blessed valleys were supposed to be.

At that point, women like her mom, Wendy, and Erza always blushed and forced everyone to change the subject, not that Nasha really cared. She knew some things. She knew the males were sorta like them, but bigger overall. She knew that just talking about them and their sacred rods made the older women act weird. They’d blush and smile and their eyes would get all dark and they’d generally act like freaks.

They’d giggle about the power they claimed to hold over the sacred rods. To Nasha, it seemed pretty obvious that it was the males who held some kind of power over them (except Wendy and Cana…although Cana got flushed and weird when it came to discussions of sacred rods and blessed valleys, truthfully.)

Nasha didn’t really think about it much. She was curious enough to listen a bit when they spoke on it, but not enough to ask about it like her best friend, Jeela, often did. Then again, Jeela was a lot like her mom, Levy; intensely curious even about things she’d never seen.

Nasha was the opposite. Who cared about whatever weird tumors the males had growing out of their blessed valleys? They weren’t around so it didn’t matter. At least not as much as tonight’s meal, tomorrow’s journey, the scent on the breeze, or the shape of the moon.

The only reason she even believed the stories was because she trusted her mom and the other women in their tribe. Plus there was Luke, who never denied the existence of the sacred rods, which meant he must have one. Not that Nasha had ever seen it or had any desire to. She did know he could pee standing up, which was so not fair!

Quickly withdrawing her hand from the folds of her blessed valley, she shook off the weird thoughts and waded out until the water came up to her knees. Turning, she squinted up at the sun and tried to gauge its lean, lifting an arm to cover the peaks on her holy mounds as the hot breeze tickled them distractingly.

There was a rustling sound behind her, making her heart slam into her throat. She whipped around halfway, eyes wide as the rustling grew louder.

A tree branch was pushed aside.

And then he was there.

The male’s scent hit her the second her eyes landed on him. He was downwind so she hadn’t caught it sooner. She knew, then, that the scent she’d caught earlier had been a male’s—not his, though. His was much nicer than that one. Cleaner, with something cold and fresh about it, but the two scents shared a quality she’d never encountered on any female’s scent or even Luke's, though he was only ten.

The older women had not lied about the males’ height and strength. Nasha was by far the most visibly muscular woman in her tribe, but this male’s shoulders, arms, and stomach were just ridiculous. He was also much taller than her or even Cana, still slightly ducking under a branch Nasha had easily walked under when he stilled completely. She wondered how he could even teeter and totter around like that.

A shocked expression consumed his unusual, angular face. A pair of wide blue eyes dropped to her legs, then climbed up.

Meanwhile, Nasha blinked. There was a woman in their tribe with clear, strange blue eyes like that. Juvia, who held such power over izu that rain fell whenever she spoke of her missing male, “Gray-sama,” and son, “Rage-chan” (or something…it was hard to understand what she said when she always sobbed and wailed). The other women would groan whenever her anguish called the izu, but Nasha kind of thought it was awesome. Juvia was so powerful, she called on her element without even meaning to.

Plus using her igni in the rain was good training, so Nasha often used Juvia’s despair to get stronger, standing near the wailing woman and roaring as she generated a blaze from her skin under the downpour until she couldn’t any more. Her mom sometimes yelled at Nasha for it, accusing her of being insensitive, but what was better? Leaving Juvia crying alone in the rain just because you were a baby about getting a little wet?

Other than Juvia, she’d never seen anyone else who had eyes like the ocean under a clear sky…

Except the first male she’d ever seen.

Nasha’s dumbfounded attention stayed on those eyes even while they clambered over every inch of her bare body, barely even noticing how they lingered in certain places—her rear, her mounds, her hair. Then they locked onto hers.

Her lips parted on a gasp. A powerful feeling she couldn’t fight or place swept through her. If familiarity was the sun, then this feeling was the moon. I don’t know him, her mind insisted, almost panicked. But something deep inside her, deeper even than the instincts she always relied on, disagreed. I always have.

The feeling was blown clean out of her head when the male’s cheeks suddenly went bright red, his expression twisted in pain, and he dropped his spears to clutch the spot between his legs. “What…the…hell?” he gritted out in a voice so deep, she nearly flew through the forest canopy. Then he collapsed to his knees.

[neptoons1998]

What's the point of anything?

Request: With everything, Shuri was dealing with she don't want to think about her emotions. But Riri can see through her pain, Let's hope Riri can comfort the royal.

TW: Panic attack, depression, slight suicide.

A/N: Thanks @shuriris-stuff for the request. If you have a request just dm me.

Now all of my friends are missing again 'Cause that's what happens when you fall in love You don't have the time, you leave them all behind And you tell yourself it's fine, you're just in love

And I don't get along with anyone Maybe I'm the problem Maybe I'm the problem

The not-so-stable alliance between the surface and underwater nations is when it came. When everything calmed down, that’s when depression appeared. It wrapped itself around Shuri; It waited like a panther for its prey when all her defenses were down when it consumed her. Shuri thought heavily about ending it all, she didn’t fear death, after all, it lurked throughout her life, from the death of her father and brother. Almost claimed her dear mother. The royal wondered why Bast took all of her loved ones to the ancestral planes. 

What did she do wrong in her life to be the only one left? 

“Shuri?” The royal turned to the small woman walking closer to the lab. Riri only had a few days left before departing back home.  A selfish part of Shuri wanted Riri to stay with her. Riri brought out the old Shuri that she once missed. One that was carefree, who didn’t take life as seriously. Who didn’t see the death that loomed over her family, how childish she was! Shuri's chest tightened seeing her, “Riri. What are you doing here this late?”

Riri twisted her fingers as she pressed her lips together. She didn’t flinch away from Shuri’s cold stand-offish voice, “I couldn’t sleep. And I knew you would be here.”

The pair fell into silence. Shuri was not sure what to say next, she wanted to calm the young woman’s nerves but Shuri knew Riri would see past that. She too has dealt with death based on what GRIOT pulled up about her. She lost her father too and a girl that she viewed as a sister.

“You’ve been kinda distant with everyone. I won’t lie, I'm worried,” Riri tried to make Shuri talk to her. Shuri bit her lip and she didn’t want to talk about distancing herself from her, even more, smaller family. How could she? She didn’t want to burden them again. With Okoye being stripped from her position and N’kai wanting to act like she has been here all this time, all Shuri could feel was rage.

“You shouldn’t be,” Shuri started trying to focus back on the glass board. Shuri needs to focus on a way to wake her mother up from her coma. She couldn’t afford to lose another person,

“You know you don’t have to lie to me,” Riri coming even closer to her. Shuri didn’t want to deal with her emotions. That can be taken care of later, what’s important now is waking up her mother, who is stuck in a fucking pod.

“Lie?” Shuri gave a humorless chuckle. Riri furrowed her brows Shuri place the marker down, “You think I have enough time to lie to you? Do you have any idea what I am dealing with right now?”

“My mother is in a comatose s-state,” Shuri wanted to stop she knew her emotions were taken over, “ This could’ve all been avoided if T’-”

Shuri pursed her lips together she said too much and she didn’t mean it. She quickly blinked her eyes in a poor attempt to stop the tears that wanted to come out. She couldn’t afford to let Riri see her crumble, “If that’s all, can you kindly leave?” 

 I didn’t mean it, she thought hoping that her brother would hear it from the ancestral planes.

Like all things, Riri looked past Shuri’s misgiving. The college student could see the pain that lay underneath. She couldn’t imagine losing all but one family member while leading a nation.

 “I know you’re lying,” Riri confessed. She couldn’t help but let the words spill out from her lips. Shuri stiffed in response, the royal looked at the woman she fell in love with. “And if you think that will get me to run away like everyone else. Then you’re not a genius as you thought. So just let me in that big brain of yours!”

The pair sat close to one another. Both were equally scared to break the silence even more. Shuri wants nothing more but to be wrapped in Riri’s arms like all things she was stained not worth the love. Maybe she should let Riri in? It would be nice to have someone else help carry this weight. Riri’s expressive eyes were saddened by Shuri’s words, “I’m just so tired.”

 “Of what?” Riri places her hands around Shuri’s. Shuri gave a humorless laugh, “Of everything.”

She has been crying evidence was on her face, Riri thought as she came closer to Shuri. Not that the college student can blame the princess, well now queen. Riri could feel the bile trying to escape her throat. The only good side of this horrible situation was that Queen Mother was in a coma. But who knows for how long, Riri thought as she reminded herself of the sleek capsule that Queen Mother laid as she recovered. Adding on to the fact they still have to figure out this new “alliance.” Riri shook her head, one thing at a time, right now she needs to focus on the woman she had a deathly crush on. The royal couldn’t help but let the words tumble out of her mouth, “It’s like I can’t breathe. With everything going on, I-I just want to breathe.”

“Well,” Riri said as she grabbed Shuri’s hands and placed them on her chest, “Try to fall in mine.”

Once Shuri caught her breath, she felt drowsy. The warmth of Riri’s hand lead her into the bedroom that was kept inside the lab. She felt the plush mattress on her body, she was frightened by the loss of the warmth of Riri.

 “Don’t leave me,” Shuri whispered to her. She knows she wasn’t worthy of her love but tonight, she believes that she was.

 “I won’t. Don’t fight it, just rest.” Riri curled around Shuri as she took her space as the bigger spoon, saying, “I will be here when you wake up.”

Even though Shuri could feel her eyes become heavy. She could hear the small whisper from Riri, “I love you.”

[geminiamethyst]

Let The Flames Begin. Chapter 10: Spirits Lifted

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 9: click HERE

Chapter 11: click HERE

“Here’s an ice pack for that bruise.”

“Thank you, Hugo.”

“Would you like anything else? Tea? Water?”

“No, thank you. This is more than enough.”

Flameslinger didn’t know how long he had been sitting down in the office for. The moment that he was escorted, he lost all sense of time around him. Hugo got him to the office and rushed to find a compress for his bruised cheek. Once he had completed his task, he just left the Fire Skylander alone to collect his thoughts. His nerves had calmed down slightly, but he still felt shaken by the whole experience.. Flameslinger honestly didn’t know what to think right now. He had been so cautious. And now those that he had never wanted to see again had found him. He just didn’t understand it. Maybe he wasn’t as careful as he thought. Word may have gotten around or maybe even a picture without his knowledge. After that had reached his so called “family”, they could have connected the dots together or came out here on a whim just to see if it was their “son” after all. Flameslinger should’ve just played dumb and pretended that he didn’t know them at all. Instead, he was so shocked to see them that he couldn’t think of a way to trick them. How could he have been so stupid?!

Flameslinger had these thoughts swirling around in his head until he heard a door close and someone approaching him. He knew that no one else was in the library that the office was located in. Judging by the slow steps and the extra sound of a staff tapping the ground, that has to be Master Eon. Flameslinger didn’t say anything, he just sat there with this sensation of calmness that Eon was offering.

“Apologies for the wait. I was speaking with Buzz and some other members of security about the incident.” The Portal Master sighed as he took a seat across from the Skylander. The Fire Skylander didn’t say anything to that. He wasn’t sure if security would need to be more alert, but if his “parents” came back, it might be necessary. “How are you feeling?”

“A little rattled but I’ve been through worse.” Flameslinger said, taking the compress off of his face. The area was still sore but didn’t feel as swollen as it did before. He’ll have a proper look at it later but he was sure that it wasn’t too serious.

“Can you tell me what happened before I had arrived?” Eon asked again, his tone patient. Flameslinger wasn’t sure how to answer because a part of him was still processing the events a little bit. Then again, he was probably overthinking things. He’ll just say the basic stuff and not talk about anything else.

“They…don’t want me to be a Skylander.” Flameslinger stated carefully. He almost called them his parents, but he stopped himself from doing it. He reminded himself that they were never his parents, even if they were related by blood. “They wanted me to go back with them. I refused. This is my home. I don’t want to leave.” They can’t make him leave. There was more that Flameslinger wanted to add, but it was like his tongue had stopped working at that point.

“Why were they trying to take you back with them?” Eon questioned, concern lacing his voice. Flameslinger froze at that moment. He had honestly hoped that this question could be avoided. Stump Smash was the only one that knew his secret. He didn’t want anyone else finding out.

“I…I can’t…” was all that he could muster, his fists clenching in his lap. Don’t say anything. He knew that Master Eon wouldn’t exploit him like his “parents” had done, but he still can’t speak about his eyes. He can’t let anything slip out, the less that everyone knows, the better that he can hide his secrets. Only Stump Smash knew, and he’d rather keep it that way.

“Flameslinger, I know of your eyes.”

Flameslinger’s head snapped up upon hearing that. He stared right at Eon, who had a patient smile on his face. How did he know? He shouldn’t have been able to know about this. Flameslinger thought back to what that couple had said to him. They did mention his eyes, but that was before the Portal Master had approached the situation. Maybe the confusion was loud enough or Eon was close enough to hear it? No, Eon said that he knew about his eyes. If he did overhear that part of the conversation, he wouldn’t say anything about. He’d probably question it. So that means that he might have heard about Flameslinger, long before he ran away.

Flameslinger hesitated, his hands shaking. Eon sat there patiently, waiting for his next movements. The elf finally lifted his hands. His fingertips touched the fabric of his blindfold. He hesitated again before he pushed the blindfold up to rest on his forehead. He kept his eyes closed until he finally felt like it was a good time to open them. It was the first time in so many years that anyone had seen his eyes like this. Flameslinger couldn’t begin to describe how it felt to see a genuine smile that greeted his eyes like this. All the looks that he had gotten in the past was selfishness, greed and some times disgust. The first one that didn’t have that look was Stump Smash the night that he ran away. Seeing a smile like that, seeing a face like this, almost felt like a breath of fresh air to him. Seeing the calm look on his face, Master Eon continued to explain:

“A long time ago, I had heard of an elf with a fire in his eyes and seemed to have a sort of psychic connection to flames. I was hoping to get you out of an environment where I suspected was horrible for you. I came the day after the night you ran away, just in time to beat the one that was purchasing you.

“When I was told that you ran away, I kept an ear open for rumours about you. Years later, I had heard a rumour about a blindfolded elf that had a perfect aim. While I wasn’t sure, I had my suspicions that it was you. So I had started attending to archery tournaments in the hopes of seeing you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you back then, but I hope that you will continue to stay, where you can feel protected.”

Flameslinger couldn’t begin to describe how he was feeling at that moment. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He felt so light that he might as well be floating above where he was sitting. So, someone other than Stump did care about him back then, and more importantly wanted to save him. A part of him wonders about what could’ve happened if Master Eon had taken him in. He would’ve had a different life. He would’ve had a roof over his head. He would’ve had warm meals every day. He would’ve felt like he had a real family during his childhood.

But while there were pros, there are also some cons. Flameslinger might not have picked up archery. No one would’ve saved the Fire Spirit from the lake. He wouldn’t have met Stump Smash before the trolls attacked the forest. He wouldn’t know all the skills that he had gained whilst living alone. He probably wouldn’t even have his name. He wouldn’t be Flameslinger, he’d be someone else entirely.

And that honestly scared him a little just think on what could have been.

Flameslinger was snapped out of is thoughts when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looked up, staring right up at Eon’s calm face. The elf sat there, waiting for what the Portal Master was going to say or do next.

“I won’t say anything to the other Skylanders about your secret. I’ll let you tell them, if you wish to, in your own time.” Eon smiled confidently. Flameslinger felt much better hearing that. He still wasn’t ready to tell everyone else just yet, and he was glad that Eon was going to honour his wishes for his secret to be kept. Smiling gratefully, Flameslinger slipped his blindfold comfortably over his eyes. It felt good to feel safe revealing his eyes to Master Eon, but he felt better concealing them again. Guess it’s just the years of hiding that was the cause of it. He stood up, looking right up at the Portal Master, who continued to smile warmly at him. All that Flameslinger could see was trust. That was more than enough to convince him that his secrets remain secret.

“Thank you, Master Eon.” Flameslinger smiled as he bowed, his voice carrying the gratitude that he held.

“Try to take it easy for today. No doubt that you’ll want to get some rest after that conflict.” Eon said, patting the elf’s shoulder gently. Flameslinger continued to smiling gratefully, before he gathered up his sketchbook and pencil (they were resting peacefully on the desk). He bowed at the Portal Master again, before he started to make his way out of the library. He still couldn’t believe that someone was on his side all those years ago. A part of him still wished that he got to see Eon back then, but then remembered that he wouldn’t be who he is today if that happened.

Suddenly, he stopped walking. There was just one more thing that suddenly came to mind. Something that he hadn’t thought about for a long time.

“Master Eon? Do you know who I was being sold to?” Flameslinger asked, turning back to face Eon. If the Portal Master had been there ahead of the buyer, maybe he might have seen them. If he had, Flameslinger will know who to look out for should it come down to it. After all, his “parents” had found him by luck. If they still had contacts with whoever the buyer was, there’s no doubt that they might have given up that information for the sake of greed. He truly needed to try to be careful now more than ever if that were to happen.

“Unfortunately not. I had waited to see who would turn up, but they never arrived. My guess is that they saw me there and fled.” The Portal Master sighed, shaking his head sadly.

“Do you think that they might have given up on me?” Flameslinger asked, dread starting to flood inside of him.

“That I can’t answer.” Eon sighed again, wishing that he could give a better answer. He could tell that Flameslinger was starting to fear the worse, and he desperately wanted to try to make him feel better.

“But whoever they were, they must have been scared by you. Unless they heard about me running away first.” Flameslinger tried to counter gently. However, it was more of a reassurance for himself than anything else. He just wanted to believe that because he was a Skylander now, his pursuer had given up by now. After all, he should technically be untouchable. They shouldn’t come after him, not now, not ever. So why was this doubt in his mind that he was still a target?

“Either way, it’s still unknown as to who they are and if they’re still pursuing you.” Eon responded sadly, thinking the same thing as the Skylander before him. He then became stern as he stood in front of Flameslinger once more, placing a hand on his shoulder again. “I’d feel better if you stayed on your toes, Flameslinger. When you’re on missions, stay alert and try to stick close to your teammates.”

“I will. Thank you.” Flameslinger vowed, determined to try not to let his fears cloud his head. However, as he walked away, trying to find somewhere for him to be alone, the fear just started to become more apparent to him. And he was reminded of how he was back then: small, weak, and worse of all, unable to fight back.

[newathens]

oh men are horrible...... a lot of the times. a concerning amount of times even. sometimes i can't help but wonder what part of female socialization makes women seek them out so intensely even on occasions when its bound to not end well. like i have this friend (both of us bi) all of whose other friends are in horrible relationships with men. the stuff she hears from them is like. traumatizing to even think about tbh. and yet she's always talking about how she can only see her future self as either married to a man because she can't perceive relationships with women as serious OR dead because she doesn't wanna live alone. she has horrible taste in men and almost every guy she was interested in in her whole entire life turned out to be a genuine piece of shit too. i gave up on discussing it with her but it breaks my heart tbh like WHYYYYYY. why

there is comphet but i want to say it’s not just that actually when it comes to women seeking out men because for het women like it’s not just their sexuality driving them but the desire for love and companionship etc etc. women are taught to endure and expend empathy and it’s like a cycle that makes them keep trying & forgive men when these men have grown up in a society that prioritizes them so they don’t even care nor change. and a lot of them don’t want to. and it’s just fcking sucks

but in regards to bisexuality i completely get it. for me personally i have the issue of feeling not confident enough to be with women, why that is i have no clue dnt ask……but its so real. especially in a world that pushes heterosexuality to this degree, the idea of having a long term relationship with a man isn’t just abt the man. it means less pushback from family members and friends and less fear and when we live in the world like this one those become very real motivators. sorry to the romance idealizers but this is how it is. and that’s of course to say you can do all those as a closeted bisexual woman and u never tell a soul and no one knows. cause if ur with a man and ur open and share ur life as a bisexual woman with ur partner or ur family than a lot of that security does automatically disappear despite everyone who likes to act like bisexual women are fine

there’s like no easy way to have a relationship with a man, at least for women, and like i would even hesitate to say your friend has bad taste. I think it’s just the fact that het men in particular are bad partners because they have grown up in this world that says they can be that way. fathers who don’t celebrate mothers day, husbands who leave their wives when they get sick, sons who don’t participate in house chores, etc. like these are basic examples and yet they all breed the same outcome. like men genuinely are socialized to not care about women and for the women who desire relationships with men this creates a horrible outcome. and it’s sad to say that if a woman doesn’t want to be driven into the ground by a relationship than she actually does have consider if she can live life alone

[drvitaltips]

What to Do After a Breakup?

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Taking Care of Yourself is Key It might seem hard right now to take care of yourself, but putting in some effort will help you heal faster, physically and emotionally. You deserve to be happy. - Eat healthy: It's tempting to reach for junk food, but nourishing your body with good food will help you feel better. - Get enough sleep: When we're running on empty, our emotions can get out of hand. - Do some exercise: A walk, a yoga session, or a dance party – moving your body also helps move those emotions through. Fact: Breakups Can Take a Toll Did you know heartbreak can affect your body like a real illness? It can make it harder to sleep, focus, and can even weaken your immune system. That's why self-care is so important! Cut Ties (At Least For Now) It might be tempting to check your ex's social media or send a late-night text, but resist the urge! 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FAQs Q: How long will it take to feel better after a breakup? A: Unfortunately, there's no single answer. Everyone heals at their own pace. Be patient with yourself, and don't get discouraged if you have some bad days. Q: Do guys miss you after a breakup? A: Whether your ex misses you or not shouldn't be your focus. The most important thing is to focus on your own healing and creating the best life for yourself. Rebuilding Your Confidence Breakups can really hit our self-esteem. Remember, someone not wanting to be with you doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. Still, it's time to start rebuilding that confidence! - Focus on your strengths: Make a list of everything you're good at and all your best qualities. Refer to it when you feel down. - Challenge negative thoughts: When you think, "I'm not good enough," remind yourself of your worth. - Practice self-compassion: Treat yourself like you would your best friend. 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Here are some key questions to ask yourself: - Have I processed my emotions? Do you fully understand how you feel about the breakup, even if you still have some lingering sadness? - Can I handle rejection? Dating can be tough for anyone. Make sure you're emotionally ready for setbacks. - Am I looking for a distraction? If you're hoping to find someone to make the pain go away, it might be best to wait. Signs You Might Be Ready - You're genuinely excited: The thought of meeting someone makes you happy, not anxious. - You're focused on the future: You've started thinking about goals and dreams, not just the past. - You're not comparing everyone to your ex: You can appreciate a new person without constantly thinking about your ex. Easing Back into Dating If you think you're ready, start slow and be upfront with potential dates about coming out of a relationship. 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Here's how to handle it: - When you run into your ex: Keep it brief and polite. You don't need to engage in a deep conversation. A simple "Hello, hope you're doing well" is enough. - Navigating mutual friends: Be honest with friends but avoid bad-mouthing your ex. Try saying, "I hope it's okay if we hang out separately for a while." - Social media: Don't feel bad if you need to unfriend or unfollow your ex to avoid getting upset by seeing their posts. Handling Nosy Questions Sometimes, well-meaning people can ask insensitive questions about your breakup. Here's how to respond: - Vague but polite: "We just decided to go our separate ways." - Change the subject: Ask a question about them – people love talking about themselves! - Set a boundary: "I'm not really comfortable talking about that right now." 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Always consult with a qualified healthcare professional before making any decisions about your health. Read the full article

[alien-slushie]

I had more ideas for this! At least about his relationships with other demons.

With Valintino gone, Angel needs a rival/antagonist to deal with. My vote is his family and Velvette.

Velvette-

So in this au the Vees lost a third of their power when Val was exterminated, and before they could deal that territory back Angel swooped in and snatched up the s*x district. I can see Vox and Velvette being really pissed about this, because they just lost a third of their power, influence, income, and territory. Maybe when Angel first became an Overlord or started gaining power they reached out to him with a possible partnership, but Angel shut that down fast because they(Vox and Velvette) knew what Val was doing, so of course Angel doesn't trust them. As for why I say Velvette specifically, Vox already has his complicated happenings with Alastor, but other than Velvette's sing off with Camilla, she doesn't seem to have any real enemies(yet). But also, Angel is famous, yes because of p*rn but also cause in this story he'd also be a singer/idol and actor, that gives him a massive following, and Velvette's thing is Social Media and Fashion.

His family-

Assuming Angel's family issues are the same: Mafia Family, who were always disappointed and looked down on him, hear that Angel became an Overlord. (I'd say they didn't know it was him right away because they don't care about that stuff and Angel changed his name from Anthony and Angel Dust, But after a family member, presumably Arakniss, sees that it's Angel, he tells his father.) As a mafia group I can see the family trying to become overlords but just never gaining enough power, or territory and they see Angel as their way up. I can see them playing it off as they wont punish him for leaving the family since hes so powerful now, but Of course Angel wants nothing to do with them, especially when they think they can try and boss him around in his own territory. Now his family is out to get him for leaving the family and humiliating them.(my only problem with this is how close it is to Moxxie's story line in Helluva Boss)

Now about friends/aquantinces:

Cherri-

The same, they're bffs and possible buisness partners. At the very least, everyone in hell knows Cherri is Angel's friend and are cautious because she has Angel's backing even if she isn't an Overlord herself.

Charlie&Vaggie-

Same as Canon, takes some warming up but he doesn't hate them. Loves teasing and taunting them. I'm unsure if Angel would really believe in redemption in this AU, hes no longer looking for escape so he has no real reason to join Charlie, but maybe he thinks some of his workers have what it takes to be redeemed and he teams up with Charlie to try and encourage them to try even if he thinks it's no use for himself?

Nifty-

Same as Canon. Really annoying little Sibling/daughter thing that Angel can't help but look out for.

Alastor-

Tense friendship? Angel is Hypers*xual, and that makes Alastor uncomfortable but they are from around the same time period so they have some things in common. Alastor also doesn't see Angel as a threat, Angel is strong enough for Alastor to somewhat acknowledge but not so strong that Alastor wants to k*ll him. When Angel isn't his persona the two can get along okay, even if Alastor doesn't get what's so fascinating with flims or p*rn. Sometimes if Alastor is feeling generous he'll let Angel sing songs from the 1920-30s on his radio show.(the fact that Radiodust are friends makes Vox so mad, which Al and Angel both love). When it comes to the hotel, they don't really clash. Alastor is an investor, and Angel is more or less an ornament/spokesperson so there are no territory issues.

Rosie-

Acquaintances by association. They're pretty friendly to eachother, but would never meet or talk outside of Overlord meetings or Alastor. They don't hate eachother and share mutual respect, they just aren't friends.

Carmilla-

Aquantinces/Have a deal. Camilla gives Angel a discount on weapons, and in exchange Angel looks out for her girls when they deliver to his area, but they don't ever really interact otherwise or care one way or the other outside of that arrangement.

Sir Pentious-

Rivals by association. Angel helps Cherri during her terf wars against Pentious, but otherwise he isn't really worth Angel's time. In the hotel they're pretty friendly, but Angel more or less sees him as that really eccentric cousin you pretty much only hang out with at family holidays.

Lucifer-

Angel likes Lucifer as his boss/king but they don't interact much. Angel does keep Lucifer updated on Charlie, but only when he specifically asks, and he doesn't tell him more than: "Oh she's doing good." Type of thing.

Husk-

Angel and Husk have a complicated relationship. As an Overlord Husk was gutsy, crass, cocky, and rude, but then so is Angel. Thing is, Angel knew when to stop, Husk didn't. They weren't friends as first, but slowly became friends over time as fellow overlords. When Husk started loosing bets and deals Angel tried to help him, and advise him against making certain bets, but Husk was too deep in the hole and lashed out at him. After Husk lashed out Angel distanced himself. Husk was too ashamed to crawl to Angel for help, and soon Husk lost his overlord title and sold his soul to Alastor. Angel didn't know Husk bet his soul away to Alastor until the hotel, but then things were too tense between them. Husk was obviously chasing away his misery with alcohol and Angel wasn't sure if he should try and help or not since the last time Husk lashed out at him.(in this AU Angel sings an altered version of "Loser, Baby" to Husk, because sure Angel is an overlord now but its not like hes never been in the hole before, or doesnt still have his own issues.) Their friendship does start to slowly mend after this.

Hazbin Hotel/Angel Dust AU that I can't stop thinking about! This is not completely thought out, kinda just jumbled thought threads.

Warning: The usual stuff that's talked about/discussed/implied when it comes to Angel Dust's line of work

Takes place years before before Charlie Opens the hotel but the timeline isn't super important other than that.

Another extermination has come and gone and Angel Dust is expecting another grueling year trapped under Valintino's thumb, with a higher probability of it sucking even more since the sleez has solidified himself as an overlord. But then, he gets to the studio and Valintino is nowhere to be found. That's not nessicarrily an odd thing, the stronger Valintino got the less he showed up. But then the news spreads; Valintino got extermated.

Valintino is gone and dead, meaning Angel's contract is null and void. And Angel...Angel doesn't know what to do. He's worked for Valintino for so long, and sure he hated the dick but he never expected that he would actually be free. What did he do now? What could he do now?

He still needed a job, money, to take care of himslef so he wouldn't end up exterminated next year, so he stuck to stripping and porn(maybe a few singing gigs if he could get them), it's kinda all he knew in terms of making money, and no way in Hell(pun intended) was he going to crawl back to his father. Luckily he had Cherri to rely a bit on, so he wasn't completely alone in such a sudden change. He refused to sign another contract, but because he was still so well known the people he worked with were fine with that as long as they got a taste of the business Angel brought in.

Things changed when he saw a John getting handsy and aggressive with another demon, and stepped in. He didn't need to step in, but seeing the demon getting ab*sed and hurt like he used to snapped something in him. From then on, Whever he saw something like that happen, Angel would step in, even if he had to shoot up the f*ckers.

Before long he was known for more than just a Pornstar, he made a name for himself as the Pornstar who took care of others in the buisness, and soon demons were coming to him. They wanted his protection, even willing to sign a contract to him.

At first, Angel was vehemently against it. He didn't want to be like Val and dealing in sould never sounded all that interesting to him. But, eventually, after one too many demons came to him bruised up, and beaten, he agreed. His contracts were pretty simple, he got a percentage of their earnings, not a lot mind you, like 10-20%, and in exchange he'd beat the shit out of anyone that tried to hurt them. Biggest of all, they could pull out of the contract whenever they wanted, and If he hurt them, the contract would immediately be void.

When word got out that Angel was taking contracts, more and more s*x workers came in droves.

His own income, on top of what he got from the contracts, allowed Angel to buy an entire apartment building, which many of his contractors took up residence in. From rent and working hard Angel was able to buy Val's old studio, gut it, burn it down, and rebuild it from the brimstone up! He started making his own movies(P*rn and nonp*rn alike) in the studio and more people would come, wanting fame and fortune.

Slowly, Angel was started building his own territory, filling the power gap that Val left, except stronger since his employees actually liked him.

After years of hard work, and shooting *ssholes, Angel became an Overlord.

Basically:

-Angel Dust pulling himself up and protecting others in the industry from what he went through

-Slow Burn Angel unintentionally becoming an Overlord(Maybe making a pact with Cherri and them working together similarly to the Vees' situation?)

-Angel is a good boss and people love working with/for him

-Angel still works in porn and such, but hes calling the shots now, and even acts in nonporny stuff because he loves acting, singing, and dancing(love a Creative King)

-Eventually Charlie does seek Angel out to be her first patron to the Happy/Hazbin Hotel. Since he already has a reputation for protecting those under him, she thought he'd be the best option, and his position as a Overlord is also a big selling point.

-Angel also having a preexisting connection to Alastor and/or Husk sounds hilarious

[sylvielauffeydottir]

Hello, it is I, your friendly neighborhood historian. I am ready to lose followers for this post, but I have two masters degrees in history and one of my focuses has been middle eastern area studies. Furthermore, I’ve been tired of watching the world be reduced to pithy little infographics, and I believe there is no point to my education if I don’t put it to good use. Finally, I am ethnically Asheknazi Jewish. This does not color my opinion in this post — I am in support of either a one or two state solution for Israel and Palestine, depending on the factors determined by the Palestinian Authority, and the Israeli Government does not speak for me. I hate Netanyahu. A lot. With that said, my family was slaughtered at Auschwitz-Birkenau. I have stood in front of that memorial wall at the Holocaust memorial in DC for my great uncle Simon and my great uncle Louis and cried as I lit a candle. Louis was a rabbi, and he preached mitzvot and tolerance. He died anyway. 

There’s a great many things I want to say about what is happening in the Middle East right now, but let’s start with some facts. 

In early May, there were talks of a coalition government that might have put together (among other parties, the Knesset is absolutely gigantic and usually has about 11-13 political parties at once) the Yesh Atid, a center-left party, and the United Arab List, a Palestinian party. For the first time, Palestinians would have been members of the Israeli government in their own right. And what happened, all of the sudden? A war broke out. A war that, amazingly, seemed to shield Benjamin Netanyahu from criminal prosecution, despite the fact that he has been under investigation for corruption for some time now and the only thing that is stopping a real investigation is the fact that he is Prime Minister.

Funny how that happened. 

There’s a second thing people ought to know, and it is about Hamas. I’ve found it really disturbing to see people defending Hamas on a world stage because, whether or not people want to believe it, Hamas is a terrorist organization. I’m sorry, but it is. Those are the facts. I’m not being a right wing extremist or even a Republican or whatever else or want to lob at me here. I’m a liberal historian with some facts. They are a terrorist organization, and they don’t care if their people die. 

Here’s what you need to know: 

There are two governments for the occupied Palestinian territories in the West Bank and Gaza. In April 2021, Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas postponed planned elections. He said it was because of a dispute amid Israeli-annexed East Jerusalum. He is 85 years old, and his Fatah Party is losing power to Hamas. Everyone knows that. Palestinians know that. 

Here’s the thing about Hamas: they might be terrorists, but aren’t idiots. They understand that they have a frustrated population filled with people who have been brutalized by their neighbors. And they also understand that Israel has something called the iron dome defense system, which means that if you throw a rocket at it, it probably won’t kill anyone (though there have been people in Israel who died, including Holocaust survivors). Israel will, however, retaliate, and when they do, they will kill Palestinian civilians. On a world stage, this looks horrible. The death toll, because Palestinians don’t have the same defense system, is always skewed. Should the Israeli government do that? No. It’s morally repugnant. It’s wrong. It’s unfair. It’s hurting people without the capability to defend themselves. But is Hamas counting on them to for the propaganda? Yeah. Absolutely. They’re literally willing to kill their other people for it.

You know why this works for Hamas? They know that Israel will respond anyway, despite the moral concerns. And if you’re curious why, you can read some books on the matter (Six Days of War by Michael Oren; The Yom Kippur War by Abraham Rabinovich; Rise and Kill First by Ronen Bergmen; Antisemitism by Deborah Lipstadt; and Israel: A Concise History of a Nation Reborn by Daniel Gordis). The TL;DR, if you aren’t interested in homework, is that Israel believes they have no choice but to defend themselves against what they consider ‘hostile powers.’ And it’s almost entirely to do with the Holocaust. It’s a little David v Goliath. It is, dare I say, complicated.

I’m barely scratching the surface here. 

(We won’t get into this in this post, though if you want to DM me for details, it might be worth knowing that Iran funds Hamas and basically supplies them with all of their weapons, and part of the reason the United States has been so reluctant to engage with this conflict is that Iran is currently in Vienna trying to restore its nuclear deal with western powers. The USA cannot afford to piss off Iran right now, and therefore cannot afford to aggravative Hamas and also needs to rely on Israel to destroy Irani nuclear facilities if the deal goes south. So, you know, there is that).

There are some people who will tell you that criticism of the Israel government is antisemitic. They are almost entirely members of the right wing, evangelical community, and they don’t speak for the Jewish community. The majority of Jewish people and Jewish Americans in particular are criticizing the Israeli government right now. The majority of Jewish people in the diaspora and in Israel support Palestinian rights and are speaking out about it. And actually, when they talk about it, they are putting themselves in great danger to do so. Because it really isn’t safe to be visibly Jewish right now. People may not want to listen to Jews when they speak about antisemitism or may want to believe that antisemitism ‘isn’t real’ because ‘the Holocaust is over’ but that is absolutely untrue. In 2019, antisemitic hate crimes in the United States reached a high we have never seen before. I remember that, because I was living in London, and I was super scared for my family at the time. Since then, that number has increased by nearly 400% in the last ten days. If you don’t believe me, have some articles about it (one, two, three, four, and five, to name a few). 

I live in New York City, where a man was beaten in Time Square while attending a Free Palestine rally and wearing a kippah. I’m sorry, but being visibly Jewish near a pro-Palestine rally? That was enough to have a bunch of people just start beating on him? I made a previous post detailing how there are Jews being attacked all over the world, and there is a very good timeline of recent hate crimes against Jews that you can find right here. These are Jews, by the way, who have nothing to do with Israel or Palestine. They are Americans or Europeans or Canadians who are living their lives. In some cases, they are at pro-Palestine rallies and they are trying to help, but they just look visibly Jewish.  God Forbid we are the wrong ethnicity for your rally, even if we agree.

This is really serious. There are people calling for the death of all Jews. There are people calling for another Holocaust. 

There are 14 million Jews in the world. 14 million. Of 7.6 billion. And you think it isn’t a problem the way people treat us?

Anyway (aside from, you know, compassion), why does this matter? This matters because stuff like this deters Jews who want to be part of the pro-Palestine movement because they are literally scared for their safety. I said this before, and I will say it again: Zionism was, historically speaking, a very unpopular opinion. It was only widespread antisemitic violence (you know, the Holocaust) that made Jews believe there was a necessity for a Jewish state. Honestly, it wasn’t until the Pittsburgh synagogue shooting that I supported it the abstract idea too.

I grew up in New York City, I am a liberal Jew, and I believe in the rights of marginalized and oppressed people to self-determine worldwide. Growing up, I also fit the profile of what many scholars describe as the self hating Jew, because I believed that, in order to justify myself in American liberal society, I had to hate Israel, and I had to be anti-Zionist by default, even if I didn’t always understand what ‘Zionism’ meant in abstract. Well, I am 27 years old now with two masters degrees in history, and here is what Zionism means to me: I hate the Israeli government. They do not speak for me. But I am not anti-Zionist. I believe in the necessity for a Jewish state — a state where all Jews are welcome, regardless of their background, regardless of their nationality. 

There needs to be a place where Jews, an ethnic minority who are unwelcome in nearly every state in the world, have a place where they are free from persecution — a place where they feel protected. And I don’t think there is anything wrong with that place being the place where Jews are ethnically indigenous to. Because believe it or not, whether it is inconvenient, Jews are indigenous to the land of Israel. I’ve addressed this in this post.

With that said, that doesn’t mean you can kick the Palestinian people out. They are also indigenous to that land, which is addressed in the same post, if you don’t trust me. 

What is incredible to me is that Zionism is defined, by the Oxford English Dixtionary, as “A movement [that called originally for] the reestablishment of a Jewish nationhood in Palestine, and [since 1948] the development of the State of Israel.” Whether we agree with this or not, there were early disagreements about the location of a ‘Jewish state,’ and some, like Maurice de Hirsch, believed it ought to be located in South America, for example. Others believed it should be located in Africa. The point is that the original plans for the Jewish state were about safety. The plan changed because Jews wanted to return to their homeland, the largest project of decolonization and indigenous reclamation ever to be undertaken by an indigenous group. Whether you want to hear that or not, it is true. Read a book or two. Then you might know what I mean.

When people say this is a complicated issue, they aren’t being facetious. They aren’t trying to obfuscate the point. They often aren’t even trying to defend the Israeli government, because I certainly am not — I think they are abhorrent. But there is no future in the Middle East if the Israelis and Palestinians don’t form a state that has an equal right of return and recognizes both of their indigenousness, and that will never happen if people can’t stop throwing vitriolic rhetoric around.  Is the Israeli Government bad? Yes. Are Israeli citizens bad? Largely, no. They want to defend their families, and they want to defend their people. This is basically the same as the fact that Palestinian people aren’t bad, though Hamas often is. And for the love of god, stop defending terrorist organizations. Just stop. They kill their own people for their own power and for their own benefit. 

And yes, one more time, the Israeli government is so, so, so wrong. But god, think about your words, and think about how you are enabling Nazis. The rhetoric the left is using is hurting Jews. I am afraid to leave my house. I’m afraid to identify as Jewish on tumblr. I’m afraid for my family, afraid for my friends. People I know are afraid for me. 

It’s 2021. I am not my great uncle. I cried for him, but I shouldn’t have to die like him. 

Words have consequences. Language has consequences. And genuinely, I do not think everyone is a bad person, so think about what you are putting into the world, because you’d be surprised how often you are doing a Nazi a favor or two. 

Is that really what you want? To do a Nazi a favor or two? I don’t think that you do. I hope you don’t, at least.

That’s all. You know, five thousand words later. But uh, think a little. Please. 

[mysticalrambling]

Hey there😄😄I hope you're doing fine....I love your fanfictionss just too much and *adorable addition* is just my top favorite atory of yours😍😍😍. Yesterday you said i could make a request too so i was wondering if you can take in a request??😅😅 which is a Steve Rogers x reader request, which I had in mind for a long long time...I have made this request to some authors before but some of them never responded or just weren't interested in writing it so you can too decline but hear me out please😅😅... Ok so here goes nothing....

**Steve and reader being in an arranged marriage and steve is very rude towards the reader and would blame her, that due to their marriage he is not with peggy and how she irritates him, but still the reader did sweet things for him, made him food, tried to make him happy and tried to make their marriage work...but one day when she has enough of all the hurt, she stop doing stuff for steve and starts ignoring him..and also steve sees that peggy didn't love him but only his status as Captain America and was happy with someone else..then he realises his mistake and felt bad for treating his wife poorly...he tries to make up things with her but she now ignores him...His team members berate him for ignoring his wife and he gets jealous seeing someone else making a move on her.....and now he has to work his ass off to win back his wife...And can you end it with a happy ending and can it be long also? please🥺🥺

Arrange Marriage (S.R)

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and I loved the plot line. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it and I am open to more requests.

Steve Rogers Fanfiction (Fanfiction Master List)

Summary: Steve and you are married because the government wants Captain America to be a family ma. Steve is not happy with the arrangement and thinks he is in love with Peggy. You try to make your marriage work but he insults you every chance he gets. However, everything works out eventually.

Warnings: Angst but eventual fluff.

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"I prepared some dinner for you," You spoke out when you saw your husband rushing towards his room. That's right, his room. Even though you were married for about a month now, you have never been in the same room for more than ten minutes.

"I am not hungry." He was quick to dismiss you and went straight to his room. You just looked at the muddy footsteps that were the only evidence that Steve was here. He was on one of his missions with your dad, Nick Fury. Your step dad, actually, because he rescued you from one of hydra base camps when you were eight years old. Those times were something that you have repressed in your mind and you would never think about them.

A few tears escaped your eyes when you kept all of the untouched food in the fridge which you spent hours preparing. You understood that you were not your husband's first choice but you both had an obligation to try to make it work. But lately, it was like you were all alone in this relationship and you felt so worthless.

Wiping the tears away, you made your way to the master bedroom because you had enough. If years of therapy have taught you anything, it is that no one had the right to make you feel that way. "Come in!" His pissed off voice filtered through the door and you took a shaky breath before entering.

"Hi. I just wanted to say that I prepared all of your favorite food and you didn't even look at it." You spoke timidly.

"I told you I was not hungry." He said from the changing closet and came out in his sweats. Looking tired was something not new for Captain America now a days and everyone at work was also starting to notice the change. "Why are we pretending to be like a normal, married couple?"

"Why can't we be one? I am trying here." He looked anywhere but at you because he knew that he would see those damp eyes. That was enough to make him feel guilty and he wanted to prevent that.

"You know why. I am in love with Peggy." The most hurtful thing that your life partner can say to you and Steve just did without taking your feelings into account.

"Then you could have said something before we got married." Panic was slowly setting in because you realised that you were stuck in a marriage that is never going to work out.

"The whole government was pushing me towards this marriage and Peggy was still not ready for that kind of commitment. I was stuck with you." Steve knew that the statement hurt you the moment the words escaped his lips. This was a revelation that rocked your world. And not in a great way, might you add. "You could have rejected the proposal."

"Do you think it was that simple for me? Dad has done so much for me and this was the one thing that he asked off me so I did not refuse. I thought that you agreed to this marriage and we could work it out in the future." Those dreams were being crushed right now and you knew that this marriage was doomed. It was like a hit to your gut and you felt caged in this room with your husband.

"Well, we can not." Leaving the room, you went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep because there was nothing else you could add to that conversation.

After sometime, Steve came out of his room and made his way towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he took out the food to heat it up and realised that you made all of his favorite food. He was never going to admit it but he loved your cooking. Every night he comes in to the kitchen to eat all the food that you prepared for him. However, he realised that you didn't eat any of the food so you probably went to bed hungry. The guilt was eating him up and he felt helpless because he wanted to think that he didn't care about you. But sometimes, you don't even realise when a person is warming their way into your heart.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Steve was home today and you were going out of your mind with boredom so you thought of asking him for some company.

"I am not in the mood." He was quick to dismiss the idea and turned around in the hallway while still scrolling through his phone.

"I just thought-"

"You thought nothing. Why are you so clingy? I told you I do not want to work on this relationship. You are the reason that I can not be with the love of my life. Please just leave me alone.” He rudely interrupted you because he was not in the mood to interact with anyone. Seeing a picture of Peggy on instagram, he became aware of the fact that he could not be with her because he is a married man now.

Peggy Carter had been the first person that he saw when he woke up from the ice after 40 years. She helped him to become Captain America and she was the most important person in his eyes. Those few months were really difficult for Steve but she helped him get through them. Peggy quickly became his girlfriend and when the councilmen wanted him to get married, he was quick to propose. But she told him that she was not ready to take that step and she backed off. He was still pining over her and it was not fair to blame you for everything but he needed to do that to make himself feel better.

“I am sorry.”

“(Y/N)-” You left before he could say anything else. There is only so much a person can tolerate.

Over the course of a few days, Steve noticed that you were indeed leaving him alone. You were not there to welcome him home when he got back from his missions and give him a massage even after he told you not to. You did not cook from him anymore and he really missed it. He loved the fact that you always made his favorites and you never even had to ask him. You haven’t talked to him since the night he yelled at you. Guilt was an emotion that he often felt whenever he saw you.

“So there is a charity event that we both are invited too. It’s black tie optional.” He leaned against the door as he watched you doing laundry.

“Okay, I will be ready.” These were the only five words that you have said to him in the past two weeks and they were not enough. He has missed you and your conversations. The house was too quiet now a days and he didn’t like it one bit. But he was too stubborn to be the one to break the wall.

“You have to wear a dress. Many people will be watching you because you are Captain America’s wife so please do not go with your sense of style.” He wanted to slap himself in the face when he saw you freeze. Why couldn’t he just have said something nice to her? Steve didn’t know how to talk to you without messing it up.

“Okay.” Sighing, he left the room and sulked in his bedroom for the remaining day.

You were never going to say it out loud, but you were really hurt by what he said today and that day. None of it was your fault and you have been thinking about ending this marriage. However, the thing was that you made a commitment and you were never the one to back out from things. You quickly finished doing the laundry and went to take a shower.

“Are you ready?” Steve fixed his bow tie before you opened the room and he was left speechless. You in a red dress with a slit running through the side was a side of you that he had never seen. So bold and outgoing.

“Yes. Just let me quickly apply my lipstick.” Watching you apply a red lipstick left him in a trance. His wife was truly something unique but he just ignored it. Shaking himself out of it, he thought about Peggy and how he loves her. You both left afterwards and the car ride was quiet with the exception of a few stolen glances.

‘We have to go hand in hand and smile for the red carpet.”

“Okay.”

You were always a little scared to walk in to these kinds of events and so you tightly clutched on to your husband’s arm. Steve knew that you were a little bit of an introvert so he squeezed your hand in response.

“I am going to go meet some councilmen.”

“I’ll be by the bar.” Making your way towards the makeshift bar, you ordered a martini and just sat there mixing your drink. On the other hand, Steve made polite talk with the councilmen and then excused himself to the washroom. He heard someone mention his name on his way to the washroom and that piqued his interest.

“Come on, I was never in love with Steve. He was my assignment from the S.H.I.E.L.D and that was it. I had to help Captain America adjust to this life.  I love you, Oliver and that is a fact.” Steve quickly left before he could hear anything else.

Honestly, he couldn’t believe that all those months spent with Peggy were just a lie and he was ruining his marriage because of her. He thought that it would hurt a lot but it was kind of a relief. He was now realising that he was never in love with her. It was kind of an obligation for him because he thought that he somehow owed it to Penny. But he didn’t and now he can finally give his marriage a fair try and not feel guilty about it.

“So what is a beautiful girl like you doing at a bar all alone?” Turning around, you saw Bucky with a smile adorning his face.

“Hi. It’s been such a long time since I last saw you.” You hugged your friend because he was one of the people that you were close to. You actually missed him in these past few months and were glad to see him right now. Getting in to a conversation was way easier than you thought.

“Hey Buck. What are you doing?” Your husband was quick to place his hands on the small of your back and you silently choked on his intimate gesture.

“I am fine, Stevie. Just catching up with (Y/N).”

“Oh okay. Would you mind if I take my wife to the dance floor?”

“No worries.” Silently taking you to the middle of the room, you both got to dancing and your breath hitched when he was so close to you right now. His cologne had taken over all your senses and you were drunk on him. God, it was pathetic but you could not help yourself.

“I want to try to work on our marriage.” You didn’t know if you were hearing things right now so you muttered a silent, “Come again.” He silently chuckled and repeated the sentence again. Looking at him, you stopped dancing and left the room.

“Why did you leave?” He found you at the balcony just staring at the stars with your hands wrapped around yourself. “It’s freezing.”

“Why? Why would you say something like that?” You whispered silently.

“I mean it. I want to try.”

“Don’t you love Peggy?”

“I have realised that I didn’t love her. It was like an obligation to me and I like you.”

“I can’t do this. You insulted me every chance you got and you made me think so low of myself.”

“I know and I am so sorry for that. I will spend my life apologising to you for it. Please, give me a chance.” There were some tears in your eyes and everything was becoming blurry.

“I can’t do that. I will always be your second choice.”

“No, you are not. Trust me, I have had feelings for you but I have been trying to repress them from the very start.” He tried to touch you but you took a step back.

“If we try this relationship thing out, will you promise me that you will tell me when you want to get out. We can get divorced right then and there.”

“I don’t want to be divorced and I will spend my life making it up to you.” He was quick to kiss you and it was way better than your wedding ceremony kiss. “I like you, (Y/N).”

“I like you too, Steve.” You went in to kiss him again and were glad that this marriage was going to work.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I love Captain America and I was happy to write a fanfiction about him. If you guys have any more request, I will be happy to write about them and message me if you want to be added to the tag list.

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[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 2

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 2,765

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, drug abuse, drug withdrawal, rehab facility and insecurities/self-sabotage (very, very slightly, tho). 

Summary: You can read Part 1 here. What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone? 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: I think that this turned out better than Part 1? As always, I’m not sure, though. Just to make it clear here, I’m still on season 4 of Suits, so didn’t wanna get too much into any canonic details, self-preservation, lol. Anyhow, I hope you like it, and, ofc, feedback is always appreciated.

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

You and Harvey stayed in the embrace for a while, as you sunk in all the comfort emanating from him. He'd even started stroking your hair. The whole situation felt so intimate, that, by the time the two of you finally pulled away from each other, it was almost as if there was this cloud of embarrassment hovering around you both.

"Err… I'm s- sorry, I shouldn't have, um-" You started saying nervously but he cut you off.

"No, it's okay. And, um, I'm really glad you told me what happened… It's definitely a lot to deal with. And I was a complete asshole this morning. So I'm sorry." For a moment both you and Harvey just smiled at each other, sitting there in a comfortable silence. Until he decided to break it: "So, um, did you get her a lawyer? I'm assuming you wouldn't wanna represent her yourself because it could be problematic…"

"No, uh, yeah. It would be problematic.” You corrected him. “But the most I could do was make the cops get her a public defender, cause I called my dad when I was on the way there and he just wouldn't have me paying for anything else. He is a retired cop, so the pension isn't too great, the pride though… And I’m already covering Lisa's treatment because it's her best shot, but this…"

"And he wants to teach her a lesson." He completed what you were trying to explain.

"Yes."

"And you don't agree with him?" Harvey asked, almost reading your mind.

"Well, it's complicated. Because when I see what Kat's doing with her life… I get just as frustrated as my parents, and I really do want what's best for Henry." The fact that your sister wasn't what's best for her son was only implied. "But she's my little sister, you know?" As he nodded in understanding, you went on: "I wanna help her, but, at least for now, I think I'm just gonna wait and see if mom and dad change their minds… Which I think they will do! I mean, my dad was a cop for years. He knows what those places do to people. As much as we all desperately want her to get her shit together, I don't think that prison is where she'll succeed in doing so." You finished, voice filled with concern.

"Well, I don't think I would be as lenient, and compassionate, as you are, but I do see your point." Harvey told with a sympathetic smile. "Besides, she is your sister. And, trust me, I know what it is like to go out of your way to keep a sibling outta trouble." He added with a tired sigh, making you wonder how much you really knew about the man sitting in front of you.

"Either way, now I don't see much that I can do for her at the moment. Gonna try and have her attorney keep me posted, of course, but…" 

"Yeah…"

"I just… I can't help but feel guilty about all of this, you know?" You said, after having stood up and turned your back on him, finally letting on what was bothering you the most to the other lawyer.

"No, not really, I don't." He stated simply while you just looked back at him with a shocked expression on your face. "I mean, there's not a single approach on this that makes me think you're to blame for anything." He explained himself, standing up as well this time.

"Harvey, I-"

"No, (y/n), let me stop you right there. What I see here is a family going through a rough situation with one of its members. Then three of the other members just try to do everything they can to get out of the initial situation, while another one just keeps making more problems for her family. And, right now? Today? You walked out on your bosses, risking a lot, to take care of your nephew. So, tell me again, how is it that any of these things happening to your sister are your fault when you’ve done nothing but help everyone in that goddamn family of yours, huh?" He asked you in a sarcastic tone.

“Well, it is very much my fault because I’m her big sister! I should have been there for her! Advising her, helping her, just, just being her friend…” You confessed your regrets to Harvey. “But, instead, I was too busy making my career.”

“And what the hell’s wrong with that? Look, I’m a big brother too. I get it. Ever since we were kids our parents imbued us with the role of ‘the responsible one’, always telling us to look after the youngest… But, hey! If you just threw all of your work up in the air and left running every time your sister had a run-in with a problem, you wouldn’t have made it this far! Not in this field anyway!” He practically spit the words in your face, going to battle with your self-sabotage, which was a very new side of you for him. “And you’re a freaking great lawyer! One of the best that firm’s ever seen. So don’t be sorry that you didn’t sacrifice all of that for being better than the amazing sister you probably already were!”

“You simply can’t know that.” You stated in a low voice, not really knowing how to respond to everything Harvey had just told you. He really thought all that about you?

“Yes, I can!” He yelled back, stepping closer towards you. “I can know that for a fact, because,” he started again, his face pretty close to yours this time, “because, I’m beginning to finally understand, even if just a little bit, who you really are. And because I always notice all the little things when it comes to you, which, in my experience, is how you actually get to know someone. You know, the details.” He told you in the sweetest tone, giving you a charming-Specter-like smile, he leaned closer, if that was even possible, God, was he gonna kiss you?

You had to pull away slightly, just enough for him to get the message. And, boy, how you regretted it! Sure, normally, you’d have a ton of bad things to say about him, but after that night… It wasn’t really that bad of an idea, the one of Harvey kissing you. No, nuh-uh! What were you thinking?! If much, you and Harvey were beginning a friendship there! And you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, let some ridiculous thoughts about how great he smelled rob you from that opportunity! Your inner struggle was interrupted by him saying:

“Hum, I- I should probably go, right? It’s, um, it’s getting pretty late…” He said nervously. You should be relieved right now. Because this assures that things between you and Harvey (your new friend?) aren’t gonna go too off the railroads anytime soon.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll, uh, I’ll walk you to the door.” So why is it that you sounded almost disappointed when you said that? “You know what they say, you gotta walk people to the door if you ever want them to come back…” You joked a little, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, right.” He shot back simply, with a small smile on his lips. “Bye, (y/n). Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” You watched him turning around to leave when you remembered there was something else that Harvey deserved to hear from you. “Uh, Harvey!” You called out.

“Yeah?” He asked, turning back around to face you. And before you could even think it through one more time, you were already jumping in his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug.

“Thank you. For tonight. For everything.” You told him, as he slowly put his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

“It was no problem, (y/n), really. That’s what friends are for.” And, just like that, your day ⎼ turned into night ⎼ had gone from Earth to Hell, and, now, to Heaven.

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Around 7:30 in the next morning, as you gathered some of your work stuff, you heard someone knocking on the door. Who could it possibly be this time? You asked yourself while walking there to open it.

Once again you were surprised to be met by none other than Harvey Your-New-Friend Specter standing at your doorstep. With your supposedly locked-up little sister in tow. What the hell?

“Before you say anything,” he started, “this time I come bearing gifts!” He practically beamed at you, as Kat threw herself in your arms.

“Yeah- yeah, um, I can see that.” You stated, still very confused with the whole situation.

“Thank you so much for sending your friend to bail me out, sis!” Your sister squealed out. She looked so pale and thin; winter-like clothes on, even though it was only the beginning of the fall; and she was shaking. Effects of a rushed withdrawal, you guessed. “You’re the best! Now, where’s my little baby?” She asked you, as if everything that had happened was nothing.

“He’s, uh, he’s in a day-care facility. The best in the city, you have nothing to worry about.” You informed her, who seemed rather relieved to hear that news. “Can you, uh, can you please stay here for a minute while I talk to my, uh, my friend in the office, Kat?” You asked her with a calm smile on your lips.

“Yeah, of course. I’m not gonna break anything I promise!” She told you, sounding a lot like a wicked child.

“No, um, I know you won’t. If you want something to eat, please, help yourself.” You assured her, motioning to the kitchen.

“Oh, no! I’m not hungry! Mr.Specter took me to a diner before we came here.” She let you know, which just made you even more surprised, and confused.

“Oh, he did? Well, that was very nice of yours, Harvey. So, come with me?” You asked him in a sort of mockery tone while pointing to the room he’d just been in, the night before.

As soon as the two of you stepped into the office, Harvey started desperately: “(y/n), before you come at me for not running this by you first, just, please, hear me out for a second.” He pleaded with you, to which you just nodded your head. “So, last night. I heard what you said about your dad, and you don’t have to worry about paying me anything. I’m representing your sister as a friend of yours.”

“Wait a second. You mean you’re taking this pro-bono? Harvey, you do that and the whole firm is gonna know. And you promised.” You quickly accused him, even though you were very thankful for the way he just stepped up to solve one of your problems.

“I know! Let me finish, will you?” You nodded again while muttering an apology. “I’m not going to break your trust. And I’m not handling this pro-bono. The only people I’ll have to loop in are Jessica and Donna. And you know they won’t say anything.” He told you, but you were still a bit confused. “And, before you even ask, no, that doesn’t mean that either you or your family will be paying me anything. Also, I got your sister a spot in a top-of-line, very discrete, rehab facility, I have a friend over there, who said we can drop her off at any time. I just, um, figured that it’d be the best if she got professional help this time. Plus, on my talk with her, she agreed to sign papers that make you and your parents Henry’s temporary guardians. I really think that Kat wants to turn her life around this time, (y/n). She was very- Did I do something wrong? Because, err, you know me… I always find it easier to ask for forgiveness instead of permission, but, this time, I really did think that this would make you happy...” He trailed off with a confused look on his face while scratching the back of his neck

“Oh, I am happy.” You told him, still looking absolutely stunned.

“Then why, uh, why don’t you look happy?” He asked, sounding a bit hurt.

“It’s just that… I’m kind of surprised. How did you even think of all those things?”

“I, uh, it’s like I said yesterday, I notice things about you. And I really listened to what you told me last night. So I just started thinking about ways that I could solve this thing for you, ways that I could make you happy again throughout all of this storm.” He told you and it had to be the sweetest thing you’d heard from Harvey (hell, from anyone!) in your entire life. “But I understand that I overstepped, and I’m-” But since he just wouldn’t stop talking anymore, you had to cut him off in order to shut him up.

His eyes were in absolute shock for a moment, as he just stood reactionless in your grip. But then he got the message and pulled you closer, grabbing your waist tightly while your hands stood firmly wrapped around his neck. You were pretty sure that neither one of you was still breathing at that point, but you didn’t care. Because, God, his mouth tasted so good in yours, it was like they’d been made to kiss each other. The despair both of you were investing in the kiss was huge, but it was turning into a calmer kind of fire, as the air started becoming too necessary again. He pulled your mouths apart for a minute, you resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“You know…” He started, still catching his breath. “When I mentioned you coming at me, I hadn’t really envisioned this.” He joked, a victory smile on his lips.

“Ah, well, you know how upset it makes me when you simply won’t shut up.” You shot back with a shrug of your shoulders, smiling at him.

“Huh. Wish you would’ve shut me up like this every other time.” He mocked, earning a smack in the arm from you. “Ouch! Why’d do that?”

“Because you were being a dickhead, ruining our moment.” You gave him a fake irritated glance.

“Oh, c’mon! Tell me you didn’t think about it too!” He challenged, and you didn’t feel like giving him that kind of win at the moment, so you just pulled him back in for another kiss. One that may have lasted a little longer than it should have, considering that you two still needed to take Kat to rehab and, then, go to work so you could try and save your job. But, what could you do if he, and his body, and his mouth, and his eyes, and his everything were the only things that mattered?

As he rested his chin on top of your head ⎼ that was laid on his chest ⎼, you looked up, pulling away a little, him making sure you wouldn’t fall off the small couch. “Thank you, Harvey. For everything you did. For listening. For being here right now. For everything.”

“Don’t thank me, (y/n). You’ll never have to thank me for anything. I just want you to promise me one thing.” He stated seriously.

“What?” You asked, a bit hesitant.

“That, from now on, you’ll tell me all about it, every time you have a problem.” That was easy enough, you thought. But, you being you, simply had to ask.

“So that you can be here for me?” You questioned him with puppy eyes.

He just chuckled lightly. “Well, that too. But, mostly, so that I can make it ⎼ whatever it is ⎼ okay for you.” Your heart was on the edge of not being to take it any longer. What could have you possibly done to deserve that man?

“Okay, I promise.” You said, watching his expression begin to soften already. “But, only if you promise me the same. Because I wanna make it okay for you too.” While you thought Harvey was simply gonna say yes, he started laughing at you.

“Always the kick-ass corporate lawyer, I see.”

“Would you even have me any other way?” You joked back, more relaxed now.

“Yes, of course! I’d have you in any way you came to me. Which is why I promise too.” With that, you didn’t have any other choice but to kiss him again, because crying over the fact that Harvey Surprisingly-Romantic Specter was an absolute cinnamon roll was not an option.

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