#wristful:// luz

[feralego]

@wristful | logan

          It’s been a long time since she’d last heard from Logan, but that doesn’t mean he’d completely fallen off her radar. Few of the people from Westchester had; she’s still just as nosy as she’d been before, and is arguably better, now, at finding information.

         So she knows he’d moved to Los Angeles some time ago. She knows he’s been married and divorced. Knows he works in the journalism sphere, though some might think the term too generous for what he specializes in. Knows he’d had a child, and recently lost him.

         And... she knows that he’d stopped writing her back sometime around when she and Theo had been up near the Great Lakes. For whatever reason. She doesn’t know if their friendship had just petered out naturally, given the time and distance separating them, or if she’d said or done something to offend him. Which is a distinct possibility.

         But it doesn’t really matter much in the grand scheme of things, because she’s found herself in Los Angeles, and she’d looked up his address, and she just thinks that maybe he could stand to see her for a little while if she comes bearing condolences.

         So she shows up one day, using skills she certainly hadn’t learned under Xavier’s tutelage, to let herself into his home well before Logan wakes to lay out an assortment of baked goods, and to start a pot of coffee for her old friend. All without so much as an inkling of permission from her unwitting host. 

         She hadn’t wanted to wake him. And breaking and entering is about as ingrained into her as her tendency to snoop.

         “Mornin’, Logan,” she tells him when he finally makes his way out of his bedroom, leaning a hip up against his stove as she sips from a chipped coffee mug. She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hope you’re hungry.”

[anglerflsh]

earth is sky and sky is ground did we finally leave our town?

[sophfandoms53]

THE FLAPJACK TATTOOS HEXSQUAD HAS

I SOBBED SO HARD LET ME TELL YOU

[blubberingblobmonster]

They've all got matching Flapjack tattoos 😭

[sabxhere]

these are the only ones that i managed to get a good shot of, but i noticed no one pointed them out yet:

ALL OF THEM GOT A FLAPJACK TATTOO IN HONOR OF HIM, THAT'S SO BSBWBWBNWNWNWNWNWM😭😭❤️❤️

[sthavoc]

maybe the podcast he went on where they're talking about what the hair tie on his wrist meant and he's like "i mean it's my hair tie but i do have a girlfriend, it's not a secret just more private" and then with him loving lamps he says his girlfriend loves them and hates big lights so she has so many lamps and candles all around the house. basically him gushing about his girly and the hosts being like "estas enamoradoooo" and him blushing

𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ 🕯️𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x fem!reader

𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: Enzo talks about your obsession with lamps and candles around your home on the podcast. And also the significance of the hair tie on his wrist.

𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: nothing but fluff on this one

𖥔 ࣪˖ note: this is so cute! thank you for the request and I hope this is somewhat of what you were looking for anon<3 I honestly kind of improvised the podcast bc I don’t remember everything they said. it is 1 am where I live and I should be sleeping but I can’t…

“Bueno, pero me acabo de acordar.” Carlos points at Enzo’s hair tie letting out a laugh at the remembering he just had making Mariang laugh as well, but causing Enzo to look confused. “Hay un tweet donde sale una foto tuya en el ascensor y sales con la goma para el pelo.” He continued to point at the hair tie, and Enzo only remained more confused.

“Sí, para atarme el pelo.” Enzo nods and tugs the hair tie on his wrist. “Obvio.”

“Y el tweet ponía “chicas” tres puntos.” Mariang adds.

Enzo only appeared more baffled at the fact that his fans tweeted about a hair tie that was on his wrist.

“¿Que significa eso?” Enzo questioned glimpsing at Carlos who was ready to answer back.

“Que era de alguna chica con la que estás implicado.”

“No, pero es mía. Para atarme el pelo.” He looks at the hair tie and points at it.

“Bueno entonces, ¿das por finalizada que la goma es tuya?” Carlos laughed throughout his sentence as he looked at Enzo glanced at his hair tie another time.

“Sí, Y-yo creo que es mía. Bueno tengo novia, no es secreto, pero la goma es mía, pero ya ese tema es más privado.” He taps the surface of the table as he inclines his head towards the side for a short second.

“Bueno, pues gracias por aclarar. Cambiando de tema,” Mariang laughs pushing her mic a bit forward.

The three of them proceeded to talk about the movie and other random topics they would hit in the conversation. Like appealing to Enzo about his fans and any random app he had on his phone. Until they caught up with the topic about the money and how they would waste it on all kinds of things. Mariang spoke of the topic of furniture.

“A mí también me gustan los muebles.” Enzo nods along.

“Ah ¿a ti también? ¿Cuál es tu mueble favorito?” Mariang added to the subject as Enzo thought of his response.

“Las lámparas.” He speaks making Mariang nod along as she approves that was also her favorite type of furniture.

“¿Cuál es tu tipo de luz?” She questioned intrigued.

“Cálida, siempre.” Enzo retorts with no doubt in his voice. “Mi novia fue la que hizo que me gustaran de echo.” He chooses to add, with a tsk of his tongue.

“¿En serio? Ay, suena cool tu novia eh.” Mariang gushed grinning at the mention of you.

Enzo’s smile was followed by a nod and a few phrases. “Sí. Ella está obsesionada con las lámparas y las velas también. Como odia las luces así grandes pues tiene toda la casa llena de velas y lámparas.” He expanded his hands in a way of illustrating the big lights.

You were just like him and hated white lighting. It made your eyes burn, and you personally thought it ruined the warmth feeling of a home. Plus you had always wanted your place to have tons of candles and lamps around it.

“Ay pero qué linda. Me da las vibes de que es muy tranquila.” Carlos nods while Mariang agrees with him.

Enzo’s heart only swelled at the thought of you, and how you would look when lighting up the candles around your house. The times when you would have music playing on your radio and you would dance around turning them on.

“Sí, lo es. Se pone contenta al comprar nuevas velas o algún tipo de lámpara. También compra de pura luz cálida.” Enzo spoke into the mic as he kept his contact with Carlos and Mariang who paid attention to him. “Transmite paz. Es un amor.”

“Pero tío, ¡si estás enamorado!” Mariang signaled with her hand towards Enzo who chuckled. Not hiding the fact that he was turning red.

There was no lie in Mariang’s words. He was very much in love with you.

“Entonces espera, ¿la foto tuya donde estás con las plantas y una lamparita es en su casa?” Carlos asked out of curiousness.

“Sí. se le había caído y me pidió que se la arreglara.” Enzo responded.

“Ay pero qué lindo.” Mariang lets out with a cute tone. Enzo nodded with a small smile carved on his lips remembering the moment of you two.

“¿Y siempre le han gustado las lámparas?” Carlos asked before he took a sip of his drink.

For you, there was not a time where you did not like lamps or candles. They were one of your sources of happiness and personal warmth. So Enzo’s response was—

“La verdad que sí. Desde que la conozco siempre le han gustado. Recuerdo que la primera vez que entré a su casa me dijo “No te asustes” Y yo como ¿Pero por qué me voy a asustar?” Enzo furrowed his brows with the smallest of smiles.

“Claro.” Carlos nodded.

“Ya hasta que entre y vi las lámparas y velas.” Enzo chuckles at the memory. “Pero ahora que veo una lamparita o una vela por ahí me acuerdo de ella. Hasta le compré una.” He mentions with a raise of eyebrows.

“Hay ¿en serio? ¿Le dijiste? no vaya a ser que vea el podcast y se arruine la sorpresa.” Mariang looked at the camera making both Enzo and Carlos laugh. Enzo shook his head before he spoke—

“No, sí le dije y está contenta. Espera con ansia su lamparita.”

“Que bonito.” Carlos spoke peacefully into his mic.

Enzo knew you would love your new lamp, and he couldn’t wait to see your face and how it would brighten against the warm light.

[rnelodyy]

The Owl House And Restorative Justice

At the end of Season 1 of The Owl House, it is revealed that Lilith, the main overarching antagonist of that season, was the one to curse her sister Eda, one of the protagonists, to win a tournament when they were teenagers. This information causes Eda to fly into a screaming rage and attack Lilith, and understandably so.

Eda’s curse is essentially a chronic illness, one that, in Eda’s own words, has ruined her life, being the reason she’s considered a social outcast and why, before meeting King and Luz, she hadn’t gotten close to anyone in years. In season 2, it’s revealed that the curse is why she pushed away her partner Raine to the point that they broke it off with her, and that during a particularly bad flareup, she accidentally maimed her own father, leaving him half blind and with permanent nerve damage to his hands, making him unable to continue working as a Palisman carver. The curse has ruled Eda’s life for decades now, so to Eda, this is the ultimate betrayal.

In the first episode of Season 2, Lilith has defected from the Emperor’s Coven, split the curse between Eda and herself to mitigate the symptoms for her sister, and has moved in with Eda at the Owl House. While Lilith herself still feels guilty and feels she has to make it up to Eda, everyone else, Eda included, has seemingly either forgiven her or chosen to look past it. Eda even makes fun of her for feeling bad about cursing her, and Lilith’s guilt is seemingly absent for the rest of the series. 

The response to this was… Less than stellar, shall we say. A lot of people were angry, saying Lilith got away with her crimes without even a slap on the wrist, and that Eda’s forgiveness of her was far too sudden.

This isn’t the first time we’ve seen this kind of critique. Amity spent years bullying Willow after her parents forced her to break off their friendship, and when she began trying to mend that relationship, the response from fans was that Willow should have been a lot more angry at Amity, and that they went back to being besties far too soon. I’ve even seen this criticism leveled at Hunter for the things he did while working for Belos, at Vee for impersonating Luz for months to trick her mother, and at Luz for hiding the fact that she helped Philip find the Collector from her friends. And it does seem strange for the show to keep tripping on this same point again and again.

Except, it’s not really. Because I think that, when viewing this show from a different angle, those supposed flaws are actually symptoms of something very important to understand – The Owl House operates on a system of crime and punishment that is very different from our world’s.

More specifically, our world mostly utilizes retributive justice. The world of The Owl House utilizes restorative justice.

So first, what do those terms mean? Broadly, they’re two different forms of handling interpersonal disputes, or dealing with crime. 

Retributive justice is the one our current justice system uses, where the focus is primarily on punishing the perpetrator. Retributive justice can mean detention, suspension, expulsion, jail time, monetary fines, some kinds of community service, exile, or in more severe cases, corporal punishment or the death penalty. It’s the lens most people view the world through, where if someone hurts you, hurting them back is the correct response.

Restorative justice is a very different approach, where you instead focus on helping the victim recover from what happened, and rehabilitating the perpetrator to prevent this from happening again. Restorative justice can look like verbal or written apologies, monetary compensation for costs and trauma, therapy for both victim and perpetrator, education for the perpetrator, mediation between victim and perpetrator, a restraining order, etc. 

When viewed through a retributive lens, The Owl House lets its characters get away with a lot of shit. Lilith cursing Eda, Hunter rounding up Palismen knowing they’ll be killed, Amity tormenting Willow for years, it’s all stuff that, in a retributive environment, they should be punished for, and they’re just not. Eda is only genuinely angry at Lilith for two scenes, Amity and Willow fix their relationship very quickly once Amity starts making amends, and Hunter isn’t punished at all. 

However, I believe the story of The Owl House is best viewed not through a retributive lens, but through a restorative lens.

Let’s look at the Lilith-example again. Lilith’s offense was cursing Eda, which she did because she wanted to win a spot in the Emperor’s Coven. Knowing Eda was better than her, she cast a curse on her, thinking it would only last for a day. But when the time came, Eda forfeited the match, soon after which she transformed into the Owl Beast and was pelted with rocks until she ran. The curse turned out to be very permanent, and Lilith spent the next 20 years trying to fix her mistake by working for Belos to try to capture Eda, since he promised to heal her curse. 

However, when she finally succeeded, Belos went back on his promise. Instead of healing Eda, he ordered her to be publicly executed. When Lilith protested, Belos essentially told her to shut up, that it was the Titan’s will, and left her there. 

So, having realized her method of fixing her mistake has gone real bad, Lilith sneaks down to the Conformatorium to free Eda herself, but arrives too late and finds Luz instead. After a brief fight they end up teaming up, and Lilith leads Luz to the elevator, but they are captured by Belos and Lilith is thrown into the cage with Eda. There, she restores Eda’s partially petrified body, and after fleeing with her, Luz and King, uses a spell to split Eda’s curse evenly between their two bodies.

From a restorative justice point of view, Lilith has done pretty much everything she reasonably could do to fix things. She’s denounced the Emperor’s Coven, returned Owlbert to Luz, helped Luz find the elevator to the execution platform, saved Eda from petrification, apologized to Eda, and while there’s no way for her to cure Eda’s curse entirely, she took on half of the curse at great expense to her own health, in order to ease Eda’s symptoms. 

Eda isn’t angry anymore because in her eyes, Lilith has already fixed things with her. Punishing her more at this point is pointless. What more could Lilith do, really? What other lessons could she learn? The only thing that punishment would bring at this point would be more suffering. 

Let’s look at another example: Amity and Willow.

Amity’s offense was breaking off her friendship with Willow because she was a late-bloomer, bullying her for years, and allowing her friends to do so too. Willow is left with horrible self-esteem issues because of this, and combined with her failing grades, turned her into a horribly shy and withdrawn wallflower (no pun intended). After she’s moved to the plant track she starts actually getting better, but Amity and Boscha especially continue to torment her. While Amity’s bullying of Willow does peter out over time, Willow is clearly still extremely resentful of her. In an attempt to make Willow forget their friendship, Amity accidentally sets most of Willow’s memories on fire, leaving her confused, amnesiac, and unable to grasp basic concepts like that chairs are for sitting in.

Luz pushed Amity into fixing Willow’s brain by going into her mind together and piecing her memories back together. There, the Inner Willow revealed what happened to Luz and the audience.

At this point, Amity shows her that her parents were actually the ones who forced her to end the friendship because they didn’t think Willow was a suitably powerful or influential friend, threatening to make sure Willow would never get accepted into Hexside if Amity didn’t force her to leave. Amity then apologizes to Willow for going along with it, and for the bullying, and vows to make sure her friends never mess with Willow again. 

Willow accepts her apology, but also makes it clear that, while it’s a start, she’s not yet ready to accept Amity in her life again. Restorative justice has not been fully attained, because to Willow, Amity hasn’t fixed everything – Boscha and her squad are still bullying her, and still consider Amity one of them. This changes two episodes later, when Amity tells Boscha to grow the fuck up when she starts bullying Willow again, and joins her and Luz’s Grudgby team despite her personal issues to get Boscha to back off. Willow doesn’t make a grand gesture of forgiveness in this episode, but it is after this point where the two become comfortable around eachother again. 

Did Willow forgive Amity too quickly for years of trauma? Maybe. If she had chosen to continue keeping Amity at a distance I certainly wouldn’t have blamed her. But in the end, Amity fixed the mess she caused as best she could, and has proven herself to want to be a better person, to want to be Willow’s friend again. She worked hard to prove herself to be a person worth trusting, and Willow decided to give that trust a chance again.

And while they did become friends again, that friendship was clearly still affected by what happened, which led to bumps that the two of them had to work through. Like in Labyrinth Runners, where Amity’s overprotectiveness over Willow makes Willow feel like Amity thinks she’s incompetent, and still only sees her as the helpless person she used to be. 

Willow continuing to be mad at Amity and punishing her for what she did wouldn’t be an unreasonable reaction, but it wouldn’t have fixed anything. It would certainly have an impact on Amity, seeing her former best friend rejecting her attempts to make up for what she did, but the hurt on both sides would have continued festering, because deep down, Willow missed Amity too. 

In Hunter’s case, there’s the question of whether he can even be held responsible for his actions. The Palisman-kidnapping in specific was explicitly done under duress – if he failed he would face verbal and physical abuse, and be threatened with his nightmare scenario: getting thrown out of the Emperor’s Coven. 

And that’s not an empty threat either. Hunter has no magic, and Belos has drilled it into him that witches without magic have no future. Without the Emperor’s Coven, his only future prospects would be starving to death on the streets or wasting away in prison. Either way, Hunter would be alone, without family or friends, without a job or job prospects, without anyone to turn to for help. Any child would be terrified of that. Hunter wasn’t always acting on direct orders – in fact he defied direct orders to stay in his room in Eclipse Lake to go look for Titan’s Blood, and then again in Hollow Mind to arrest the rebels. But he made those choices based on the idea that Belos wouldn’t want him if he was a failure, and that he needed a chance to prove that he could still be useful.

And contrary to popular belief, Hunter does know right from wrong. He has a very strong moral compass, he’s just been forced to ignore it in favor of doing whatever the Emperor wants. To shut up that little voice telling him he’s doing the wrong thing, he uses what’s called a thought-terminating cliche, a statement that feels so fundamentally true that the argument need not continue. In Hunter’s case, that statement is “It’s for the greater good.” Sure, kidnapping his new friends and abducting Palismen to feed to the Emperor and threatening someone who’s been nothing but kind to him to take the portal key from her girlfriend and justifying terrorism makes his stomach feel like he swallowed a cactus and saying it out loud makes him sound like a horrible person – but it’s for the greater good. He’s doing it to serve Belos, and Belos knows what’s best. 

So by the time Hunter is out of active danger and able to rest and recover from what happened to him… what would further punishment accomplish? He already knows that he did fucked up shit while working for the EC, and he’s proven time and time again that while he’s not fighting for Belos’s approval, he’s actually a genuinely kind-hearted kid. Punishing him now would likely cause him to react very poorly, because he’s been at the wrong end of that stick so often that he’s developed severe PTSD because of it.

And if you think restorative justice is still in order – Hunter is currently hyperfixated on making sure Belos can never hurt anyone again, and for the long term, he has expressed that he wants to become a Palisman carver when he grows up. While it won’t bring back the Palismen that were killed, it will help the current Palisman population recover and reintroduce Palismen to witches who may have had to give up theirs. 

When viewed through this lens, the writing of The Owl House starts to make more sense. As a show, it is extremely forgiving towards its characters – they’re still held accountable for their actions, but as long as they’re willing to grow and learn and fix the damage they caused, they are very quickly forgiven. 

However, I do understand why these writing choices can be… controversial, so to say. Because it doesn’t feel very satisfying, does it? When someone hurts you on purpose, your first impulse would be to try to hurt them back, that’s just how people work. 

That’s the hardest thing to come to terms with when you become an advocate for prison abolition for example – you’re not just arguing for freeing a guy who got 5 years because a cop found weed in his pockets, you’re arguing for the release, and most importantly, the humanity of some of the most vile, disgusting people this planet has ever produced. Even now, when someone commits a truly awful crime and gets sent to prison for life, my first thought is “Good, I hope they rot in there.” But that’s not justice. That’s just revenge. And revenge is not something we as a society should want to build our justice system on.

It’s not satisfying to see Lilith go from using Luz as a human shield in her fight against Eda to sleeping on the couch in Eda’s house within 2 episodes. It’s not satisfying to see Willow let Amity back into her life when Amity has hurt her so badly before, or to see Hunter become romantically involved with Willow after he literally abducted her the first time they met. But that satisfaction isn’t really the point. Revenge is satisfying in the moment, but an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, and if someone shows a genuine willingness to change, it’s often better to give them a chance to.

However, my final point is about what happens when this approach fails. Because not everyone is willing to change. Some people, when faced with the consequences of their actions, decide to dig their heels in and refuse to admit fault, or blame the victim(s), or use those same thought-terminating cliches that Hunter used to justify their actions, “I was just following orders” being a big one.

And thus, we come to Belos.

If Belos showed a willingness to change, a genuine one, not an attempt at manipulation, should he be given the chance to? That vengeful part of me is VERY empathetically saying no. But logically, reasonably, he should be given that chance, if only because he’s a human being and no human being deserves to be mistreated. That doesn’t mean his victims are obligated to forgive him or be around him again, in fact I think that, for the sake of Hunter’s mental health, Belos should stay as far away from him as humanly possible. But he should be given the chance to start over, to truly better himself and do something good with the rest of his life.

But Belos isn’t willing to change. 

Belos is a product of a bad environment and grew up with a cult-like mentality and hatred for witches that he had to adopt for his own safety. It’s hard to break out of that mentality, but not impossible. Case in point: Caleb. The tragedy of Belos’s character to me is that he had so many chances to change, so many people to help him make that leap, but all of the people who offered him that help ended up dead by his hands because he couldn’t handle the idea that he may have been wrong.

At this point, Belos is stuck. Changing would mean not only giving up on his life’s work, but acknowledging to himself that everything he’s done, mutilating his body, killing his brother, slaughtering thousands and installing himself as God-Emperor of a population he despises more than anything in order to facilitate a genocide, was completely pointless.

He can’t admit that to himself. Especially the thing about Caleb’s death. He’s sunk-cost-fallacied himself so far into a corner that all he can really do when faced with opposing viewpoints is dig his heels in even deeper and lash out in a rage at anyone who challenges him. Even now, when his body is literally falling apart at the seams, he’s still trying to commit witch-genocide, because it’s all he has. 

Restorative justice doesn’t work in this case, because the perpetrator needs to be receptive to it. Logically you would assume the show would default to retributive justice, and characters like Willow and Camila do take a very vengeful glee in imagining themselves beating the snot out of Belos. But right now, the primary motivation of the Hexsquad and Hunter in particular when it comes to Belos is to end the threat he poses. As long as Belos is alive and free, he will continue to hurt and kill people, and if he can’t be talked down, he needs to be either contained or killed to prevent him from causing more harm.

The Owl House provides, in my opinion, a very nuanced take on restorative justice. It shows how it works in action, how different situations impact what it looks like, and what happens when it’s simply not an option. It’s not the most satisfying story to tell your audience, because when someone hurts our babies we want them to suffer, no matter how sorry they say they are. But in this case, I think that sacrificing that bit of audience comfort is worth it to tell the story like this.

[penny-anna]

“Honestly, I only have one major source of disappointment.” “Yeah?” Luz licked her wrist clean. “Yeah,” said Gus wistfully. “I thought standing on a giant spinning ball would be a lot cooler. But it just feels – regular, you know? I can’t really feel the difference?” Luz paused in the act of sucking melted popsicle off her forearm. “Huh?” “Yeah!” Gus juggled his popsicle and did his best to put his clenched fists together by way of demonstration. “You know how the Human Realm is round like a ball?” “Well – yeah, of course I know –” Luz’s brain caught up with the implications of that troubling statement. “Wait, do you – do you think the Demon Realm is flat?” “It is flat.” Gus licked his popsicle. The thing with Gus was that he was a smart kid – real smart – much smarter than her, if she was gonna be honest – but he was still twelve and he could be real dumb sometimes. “Oh my God,” she said, giddy confusion rising in her chest. “Oh my God, Gus – uh, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but –” “Nope,” Gus interrupted. “No, no, I see where this is going and I’m gonna nip this in the bud right now.” He dropped his sticky popsicle stick to the porch and gesturing firmly said, “The Human Realm is a round spinning ball that goes around a big sun. The Demon Realm is a flat disc with a little sun that goes around it.” Luz stared at him, popsicle dripping steadily onto her leg. “This is like, elementary school science,” said Gus. “We got pictures proving it.” Luz went on staring at him. She squinted. He looked very serious. She didn’t think he was messing with her. He was a very smart kid. “That,” she said slowly. “Cannot be right.”

i feel like there might be material in the show contradicting this but you can pull this hc out of my cold dead hands <3 new fic coming soon anyway

[ronsenthal]

Ron Speirs x Reader

Summary: Nobody really stands alone at Currahee even if you try. Sometimes we try to run away from our thoughts and demons but sometimes they catch us on the race for the better or worse.

A/N: This fic was written on the sole purpose of filling the big void in my heart caused by the showrunners who refused to gives us Ron in Toccoa, it was based on this post ignited by this military AU prompt. Also slightly based on the fact that Speirs used to be a runner for the athletics back when he was a student.

Since he was a kid he loved to run, he ran all the way from school to his home trying to get there as fast as he could because it meant more time to play with his toys and his friends. When he got a bit older he loved to run because it was a relief for his troubled mind, but also because he was so good at it, he was always a competitor and the winning feeling gave him joy and praise it was his runaway.

Life was going fast and there was no way to stop him, in his mind there was a clear path, study, get a job, get a house and so far everything was going in the right direction, but that was until the news about a war came and he had to put a hold on everything he thought was in his path.

It’s been some weeks since he arrived at Camp Toccoa for his basic training, so far the physical requirements were the last of his problems, he even enjoyed the preparations and of course his favourite part was the endless running exercises. He has always been smart, but the endless morning classes studying maps, sand tables, aerial photos were a torture, not because he couldn’t understand it, no! In fact he understood it better than the old officer trying to teach them, and that was the problem, they were too slow and he was a natural born tactician.

One afternoon after a torture session was over he had some spare time on his hands, so he quickly changed into his PT gear and headed towards the mountain he was getting so acquainted. When they said that Currahee means “Stands Alone” he could understand why the natives gave this name to the 1.700 foot tall giant. It was the chance for his mind to go blank for some time.

*

You wanted to get better, you HAD to do better for you and for all the women who couldn’t yet join the army, this was always on the back of your mind, you embraced every chance to get some extra training. Each company had 5 women to the personnel as part of the government development plans (and propaganda), of course being ever so lucky you got into Easy Company, the same company that had the worst CO in the entire battalion.

Herbert Sobel enjoyed every chance he got to torture and make the whole company miserable, at first you thought it was some personal hatred towards you and the other girls, but turns out he seemed to hate everyone. He pointed out the most ridiculous reasons to make everyone run the goddamn mountain, once he didn’t like the way you tied your hair during a friday night run. After the incident you decided to cut your hair short to prevent any other problems, poor Bull was furious when he saw you that it took Martin, Luz and Christenson to hold him back from trying to strangle Sobel. 

One afternoon you decided to try to improve your time running Currahee so you got your mussete bag filled with some fruits you charmed Winters to give to you back in the kitchen and your water canteen. You were finally alone this time which gave you more liberty without feeling watched every step.

After some minutes you saw that there was someone else behind you but didn’t paid any attention as you looked at the watch on your wrist and so far your time was good, so you decided to maintain your focus and keep your good rhythm. The landscape was slowly changing as you was getting closer to the summit of the mountain, suddenly you looked at your left and someone was passing you like a lightning bolt, “oh great another show-off fucker trying to prove that he is better than me” you thought to yourself and muttered a “dickhead” after he was gaining advantage so you pushed yourself harder and harder, but he was so quick you couldn’t catch him.

Some more 15 endless minutes later you arrived to the highest point of Currahee, you once again looked at your watch, a new record!!! You got so proud that instead of running down the other 3 miles you decided to stay and enjoy the landscape down bellow. You chose a nice spot to sit down under some plants that were covering at least a tiny little bit of the sun and decided to take a fruit, but then you saw him.

Being in the army surrounded by some handsome men gave you at least the useful ability to pretend not to stare down a shirtless man, but this one was a completely different story. The dickhead you saw earlier was laying down on the sun just a couple of feets away from you, using his PT shirt under his back as some kind of towel to protect him from the rocks and the gravel underneath.

As the sun was kissing his sweaty pale skin and his dark hair you watched how his toned chest was going up and down in some uneven rhythm, your mind was racing, your heart beating faster and your breath was matching his so you tried to shrug it off telling yourself it was the adrenaline from your effort, wrong again. You watched as his long eyelashes rested so peacefully as his eyes were closed, then once again you tried to change your thoughts and peel the orange on your hand.

You took your knife to split the fruit and when you finally opened it the citric smell filled the air, the man near you slowly opened up his eyes as he was taken from some trance and scanned your face, he took a look at his watch and smiled to himself as he closed his eyes again to which you rolled your eyes. As if reading your mind you heard a hard voice suddenly speaking.

"I'm not judging you, on the contrary, I'm quite surprised you were so quick, I had to push harder to get past you" he said opening just one of his eyes to glance at you.

That took you by surprise, you could feel your cheeks burning after the compliment and you only mumbled some weird thanks.

After an awkward silence he started to get up to sit down, now his dirty shirt was thrown over his left shoulder, you followed his movement as he was so close you could see the freckles in his back. Trying once again to change your focus you reached your canteen to get some water, he glanced at you and gave a soft smile to witch you could only understand as a quiet plead for some water.

"You want some?" you said reaching it for him to take.

"Don't your admirable CO forbid you guys to drink water while running up and down here or something like that?" he asked raising one of his eyebrows in a playful way.

"Sometimes yes but thankfully he is not here" you said trying to hold your laugh.

"He got quite a reputation for himself, poor bastard, couldn't imagine being in his skin" he said giving back your canteen and nodding his head with a silent thank you, his eyes carefully watching you.

"Wait how do you know I'm from Easy Company?" you said suddenly curious after realising that you had not yet introduced yourself.

"Well, you got quite a reputation too, a better one, the toughest girl on the whole battalion" he said with a grin on his face "that and the fact that I saw you running up here with Winters, a girl and a redhead is quite a sight here, you know"

"I'm Y/L/N" you said with a polite little smile.

"Speirs" he said in return as you shook hands .

"Well Speirs, nice to meet you but now I need to return now or I'll be in big trouble" you said shoving your stuff into your bag again and cleaning your hands in your shorts.

"Want to race?" he said suddenly getting up and wearing his shirt, you could swear.

"Winner buys a drink?" you said laughing.

"Smartass" he replied and started to run down the mountain

You tried to keep up with him for the biggest part of the trail and tried your best but before he was fast, he reached the finishing line and then he watched as you finished too.

You both were trying to catch some air and exchanged some looks while sharing friendly smiles.

That night at the bar as you waited while he went to get a couple of beers for you both you couldn't help but smile as you realised that nobody stands alone at Currahee.

*

When you saw someone running through the streets of Foy and through the enemy lines you heart almost stopped, you knew it was him, you knew nobody could be this fearless and run so fast like Ronald Fucking Speirs.

At this point everybody knew he was at little bit crazy on the head and he got quite a reputation too. The thing is he was almost too crazy for his own good and once again you were the one holding your breath and silently praying for no harm.

When everybody thought he was crazy enough here comes the lunatic running again after passing some info to I Company. You could see the happiness and relief on the faces of your friends, Lipton even got a dumb smile in his face. They were all happy that Easy finally got a good leader again.

As soon as he got his helmet off and sit down to rest you came furious stomping you way towards him.

"You crazy son of a bitch are you out of your goddamn mind?? Fucking stupid dickhead" you said slapping him on the arms and even giving little punches to his chest

Everyone else was sharing a confused look while watching this scene, Ron had no reaction and was somehow also confused looking at you. He let you curse and hit him, he knew why you got to that point.

"Woow woow woow, Y/N, calm down it's okay, look thanks to Lieutenant everything went fine" Lipton said holding you by your shoulders and carefully taking you away from Speirs.

"No you don't understand" you shouted as tears started to roll down your cheeks.

"Yes I do, okay, I might seem dumb but it's not that hard to figure where you were running away to every night since Aldbourne" he said giving you a comforting look you two often shared "Besides, it was so fucking awesome what he did there you must admit" Lipton said giving you a little wink.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend while trying to wipe away the tears. You felt a hand on your back and you turned around to see him but before you could curse him once again you felt his lips gently pressing yours.

For a moment you could swear that even the world stopped spinning around, the only sound you could hear was your own heart pounding on your chest, for a moment you were back at running Currahee, you could even smell some citric scent on the air. His lip were soft, his hands warm just gently squeezing your hips.

After the two of you went for the drink as part of the bet made on the summit of Currahee a friendship began. At first he was just a good friend but then you started to feel things you've never experienced before, it was love. Your first kiss was before making the jump on D-Day, on France you almost lost your head but he was there to help you, at Holland you almost lost him and thought you would never see those eyes again, on Bastogne you survived the freezing temperatures and used every opportunity to use his scarf to cover your face with the excuse of hiding from the cold when you were sick. He was always there, for you.

When he parted the kiss the smell of metal, gunpowder and dirty came all back like a punch, you looked at him once again and all your anger was gone, he was okay and so were you.

"Dickhead" was everything you said before he gently kissed your forehead, adjusted the M-1 on his shoulder and started to run between the line barking orders to the men.

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[b0nzodraws]

I should also upload the image I use for my profile image too… XD

There’s a story behind this one. I once RPed Luz on X and did a story with a friend who portrayed Anne Boonchuy. Long story short, Anne gifted Luz a shard from the Calamity Gem, and Luz was able to use it to learn new spells which Stringbean helps her cast “naturally” by resting on Luz’s wrist. The shard is on Luz’s ear and is the source of her Calamity Magic.

[konigsblog]

humilation

sub!alejandro x f!reader

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warnings: cock and ball torture, degrading, self degrading, humilation, spanking, use of ‘dog’, blowjob.

kinktober masterlist. (day 12)

a/n: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but i took a break. here it is, posted the next day! ps. these photos were mainly the theme for this :)

His hard cock throbbed beneath your ruby high heel. Alejandro's pleading eyes gazed up at you, pleading for your mercy as you grinded the high heel back and forth, stepping on his stuffed dick. “Dirty boy, Alejandro. Look how hard you are, so desperate, hm?”

Alejandro nodded at your words. His breathing was heavy, hitching in his throat when you applied more pressure onto stepping on his dick. “Oh, stop whining...” you roll your eyes and shunned him for being so needy. “Undo your belt, and give it to me.”

He follows your orders, like an obedient and eager dog. He nervously fiddles with it before handing it to you. You drag it up your thigh slowly, teasing him with your seductive smile. “Up, dog.” He stands to his feet, his cock drooling all over his military issued jeans, cum stains around the crotch. His tip was an angry red.

“Undress. Hurry, Ale...” You stand behind him, spanking his bare ass and wrapping his leather belt around his wrists, tightening it. Pushing him up against the wall and leaning against him, your sweet and expensive perfume finds its way into his nostrils, seducting him. He can't seem to keep his eyes off you; pretty black and red lingerie, those dark red, crimson high heels and pretty jewellery he'd bought for you, ‘La luz de su vida’, as he said.

Your gloved hands wrap around his hard cock, and you begin stroking him. He's so sensitive, especially his tip; after being edged, having his cock stood on, and slapped about. Your other hand fondles his balls, squeezing it harshly to hear him groan and gasp, begging for your mercy. “Please, my–” “Hush..”

You stroke him faster at the sounds of his whimpers, twitching in your hand. Just as he feels himself getting close, you pull away. His eyes narrow down onto you, panting and heavily breathing as he looks down at you. “What?” he gasps, “Shh...” you ease down onto your knees, “Finish in my mouth, Alejandro. You're such a filthy boy anyways, I can see you desperate to cum on these tits too, do you want that, greedy dog?”

Shamefully, Alejandro nods. He closes his eyes, feeling you slap his cock, his eyes shooting open. “Don't look away from my eyes.” you look into his eyes and wrap your soft lips around him, your red lipstick staining his cock, lipstick marks stained on his lower abdomen and neck. “Oh, God, please..” he throbs in your mouth when you drag your tongue along his veiny shaft.

“Aren't you so fucking greedy? Say it, tell me how greedy and selfish you are, what a dog you are.” you laugh, sucking down onto his veiny cock while you suck him off. Alejandro's words come out stuttered as his orgasm comes close. “I'm so greedy, and so fuckin' s-sel-selfish... and a dirty dog!” you suck him off faster hearing those words, his tip spurting out thick cum, exploding in your mouth. You swallow every drop, his low whimpers and how he bucks into your mouth.

“God-God, I'm sorry, baby– Oh,– fuck!” he pants out, strings of his load landing on your exposed, bare tits. Left a panting, whining mess and breathless as you kiss his tip, his shaft red with your lipstick.

[crimeronan]

It takes some time to find the inner Luz.

The rooms they walk into clearly housed memories, once, but the bookshelves and the walls are now blackened. The hallways of the castle are cold and empty, devoid of statues and tapestries, lacking places to hide.

Hunter thinks she must be hiding, though. He finally pushes on a loose brick in a place he recognizes, opening a secret passageway they discovered as kids.

And there she is.

She's swapped her royal garb for the loose-fitting t-shirts and jeans of the human realm. But what Hunter notices first are the burns.

You're hurt.

Then the shape of the injuries resolves: not just random patches of black char and red-blistered skin.

Handprints.

Fingers clamped around her wrist. The shape of a palm against her upper arm, where he must have dragged her through the portal. A thumbprint on her throat, blisters on the side of her neck, where he must have grabbed her when she fought back. When she looks up, Hunter sees a burn on her jaw, matching his own oldest scar, where Belos must have struck her.

Fury and guilt and pain rise in him. He tastes acid in the back of his throat.

But Luz isn't afraid of him. Her initial startled flinch relaxes almost immediately into familiarity. She pushes herself to her feet, leaning against the stone for support, and reaches out.

Hunter hesitates. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Luz says, touching his cheek. "You couldn't. Please. Help me."

[pizzaboat]

Things Eda totally does

She gets those kids mechanical building sets ( those toys meant to encourage kids to get into engineering) as gifts from Raine or Camila

Eda will somehow build completely different things from the blue prints because she doesn't wanna follow the instructions and also can't follow them for shit

She drinks from the milk carton like a degenerate because she's in bachelor mode, even though she's been raising King for ages at this point

She'll get really invested in some cheesy romance, or unironically watch a really bad rom-com and will panic and change channels when anyone enters the room. King, especially because he's a little shit

She wears heavy warm pyjamas because she doesn't wanna be bothered with a blanket (it makes her feel trapped and restrained when waking up from nightmares)

The elixirs taste so bad that when she was younger she tried to down water straight after a sip and she threw up

She then repeated that same process with alcohol 5 years later

Eda bites Raine specifically. She'll walk by and take their wrist and gently chomp. But not hurt them, and they'll just stand there like, "I know you think I'm a snack, but this is taking it too far."

She encourages Luz to get into stereotypical college hijinks. Egging buildings, partying, etc

She only knows how to cook a select few things, including depression meals, and she once tried to impress Raine with a fancy dinner but didn't know how

So she ended up cooking like one of those bad tik tok videos... cheese, pasta, and beef and peas in a metal tray, baked in tinfoil at 8000 degrees for 5 hours

[badgrrlscoven]

Hi! I saw your requests were open! Could you write a Hunter x Fem! Reader one-shot where the reader has a overprotective palisman who’s just a lil shit and actively tries to sabotage them getting together?

(You can keep reader’s palisman ambiguous in species but I had a capybara palisman in mind for the reader)

Protective Palisman - hunter x fem!reader

summary: you started to reminisce on the “good” times between hunter and your palisman

words: 912

warnings: nothing besides Palisman being a shit 😭

a/n: sorry this is a bit late! i had a lot of work I needed to catch up on, but i hope this is good and meets what you were hoping for. i had a really fun time writing this and i fell in love with the Palisman 😭🫶🏻

You looked down at Hunter, a small smile etching its way into your face noticing how your palisman cuddled into him. It was nice to finally see the capybara palisman finally accepting of you and Hunter’s relationship. He had been, to put it simply, a little shit when you two first started ‘going out’. If that’s what you could call the endeavors between you two. You start to reminisce about the first time Oz had ever met Hunter, well at this point it had been Caleb.

“Oz, come back here!” The palisman had currently been scampering through the crowd of students, holding a fairy pie in his mouth. The same fairy pie that he had stolen from the baking club's booth, again. He really was a little shit at all times.

You had finally gotten your eyes on him again as he was passing by Willow’s booth. “Oz you little shit!” Willow turned to look at the fleeing palisman and your running figure behind her with wide eyes. She laughed a little before picking Oz up from the ground. The sudden stopping of the palisman had you trying to stop, but it had already been a couple of beats too late as you were hurdling toward the ground. Oz started to make a weird noise from the safety of Willow’s arms that you could only assume was his way of laughing at you.

You looked up at him and he had already been munching on away on the fairy pie. Your face fell. Great, now you owed the bakery club a new pie. You were probably just going to get Amity to make a new one. You stood from the ground, brushing the dust from your uniform and wiping away at your face. The minute your eyes fell on the palisman held in Willow’s arms, your features twisted into a scowl.

“You okay Y/n?” Willow asked. She handed you Oz, a little reluctantly because of the state of your anger.

“Yeah, great. I just owe the bakery club a new pie now.” You sighed. You held Oz in your arms as you looked at the booth Willow had set up. It had been all about flyer derby, which you had thought was really cool that she had gotten into it after playing Grudgy with Luz and Gus. But looking around the booth, you noticed the Golden Guard standing there. Just as you were about to get your staff ready, you noticed him motioning for you to stay quiet. You narrowed your eyes, but quickly smirked and decided to use this moment to your advantage.

“I see you have your first recruit for Flyer Derby, Willow.” Hunter’s eyes widened, he opened his mouth to mostly likely negate what you had said but you gave him a look that made him close his mouth.

“Really? Oh, that’s awesome! Maybe with his wicked flying skills and your sick magic combos, we can actually win!” Willow jumped around the ground and went off to probably go find some more recruits. You looked over at Hunter who was currently occupied with a somewhat feral Oz backing him into the other booths.

“Oz!” You picked up your palisman (who was still not relenting in trying to scare Hunter) and looked at Hunter. “Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here or why you're scared of a capybara of all animals but don’t screw this up for Willow. She’s an amazing person and deserves this win.” You went to turn around but felt a hand around your wrist. Hunter stood there looking at you, earnest in his eyes. “I wouldn’t…purposely try to ruin things.” Pink had tinted his whole face at the contact between your hands. You smiled at the flushed boy and put your hand into his which caused his eyes to widen.

“Good,” you commented. This was when Oz decided to jump from your hold and ravage whatever sanity Hunter had left. The palisman took the hood of Hunter’s borrowed cowl and covered his entire face with it and then took his tiny paws and tried to hit the top of the boy’s head.

“Oz!”

You laughed at remembering your palisman’s antics. He may cause you a lot of trouble from time to time, but you loved him nonetheless and knew he only wanted the best for you.

You started to feel movement in your lap and looked down at Hunter opening his eyes after some much needed rest.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead,” You smiled at him. He groaned and proceeded to stretch his limbs before looking at you with a tired smile. “What were you laughing about?” He questioned.

“Oh you know, just the first time you and Oz practically ever met.” The words caused Hunter to deflate and purse his lips.

“I still have marks from the time he wouldn't stop biting my ankles.” You laughed while ruffling Hunter’s hair.

“To be fair to Oz, you were trying to kidnap my friends and I.” At the mention of the palisman’s name, Oz woke up from his nap and looked between you and Hunter with a squeak. Sometimes he was too smart for his own good.

“Still,” Hunter grumbled to himself. It was that moment Oz decided to relive some good memories by terrorizing Hunter once again by tugging at the edges of his hair.

You continued to cackle at your palisman while Hunter ran off trying to pry his hair free, Flapjack flying behind the disgruntled boy.

[thebest-medicine]

Show, Don’t Tell

The Owl House - lee!Luz, lee!Hunter, lee!Amity, ler!Camila, ler!Willow, ler!Gus, ler!Luz - [read on ao3]

Summary: Camila shows the rest of the Hexsquad a way she used to calm down / cheer up Luz during a scary movie when she was little. Soon, more of the Hexsquad reveal themselves to share the same weakness.

A/N: I come to bring you sweet owl house tickles, takes place during thanks to them

Words: 1.2k

…

“Si, and any time Luz was too scared—she always tried so hard to be brave! We always used to help cheer her up with—”

“Whoa! Mama, you don’t have to tell them about—”

“No, tell us! What is it?” Amity asked, a curious smile on her face at Luz’s blurted attempt to silence the story. Luz stared back at her with blushing cheeks before the eyes turned back to her mother a moment later.

“You’re right.. I shouldn’t tell them.” Camila said calmly. She waited for Luz to lose a bit of the tension from her shoulders, ler her guard down just a little… “I should show them!” She leapt toward her daughter with a war cry. Luz scrambled backward on the couch with a shriek of giggling terror.

“No! Mama! Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Luz cried, laughing already as she feebly fought to block the advancing, tickling hands. “Oh nohohohoho! Behehehetrayal!” She cackled as Camila got to her sides, pinching up along them to her ribs. Luz clutched at her wrists as she laughed, squishing herself further back into the couch.

���You see, Luz here is quite ticklish. Never fails to put a smile on her face!” Camila explained to the grinning witch teens as they watched on.

Luz’s face burned with embarrassment as she laughed and laughed, until finally her mother pulled back a minute later with a proud grin on her face. “Tadaa—Smiley Luz!”

“Moooom.” Luz whined through lingering laughter as she covered her face.

“Did you kids have this in the Demon Realm?” Camila asked next as Luz caught her breath.

Willow and Gus nodded with a familiar smile.

“My dad sometimes used to do that when I was growing up.”

“My dads too.”

“Heh, my parents never would have done anything like that, but, the twins...” Amity responded with a shudder at the memories. “They were pretty mean when it came to tickling growing up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, it’s not very fun when someone takes it too far.” Camila assured her. “Luz doesn’t mind as long as—”

“Mama! Please!” Luz protested with a nervous smile.

One of the group continued to watch on confused, a strange smile working its way onto his face at the unfamiliar display of affection and sudden laughter.

“What, um…” Hunter spoke up a few moments later. “What is that?”

“Whaaaaaaaat?” Gus gasped dramatically, spinning to face Hunter. “Are you serious right now!?”

Hunter blushed a little at the attention as eyes converged on him. “Yeah, I uh, I’ve never seen someone do that before.”

“So you don’t know if you’re ticklish?” Willow asked gently.

“If I’m..? No...” Hunter looked to Luz, who had mostly returned to her normal composure and breathing. “Is it… Fun?”

Luz’s cheeks blossomed with redness at his question and she looked away. The whole group chuckled at that.

“Yes, it’s just a way of playing or bonding with someone. Lots of families or friends do it.” Camila explained, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I bet some of your friends here can help you find out.” She winked.

Everyone was smiling as she stood and announced. “I’m going to go make some popcorn and snacks for the movie, okay mijas?” Then, she made her way to the kitchen.

“Well, what do you think, do you want to try?” Willow asked, grinning at Hunter as she moved in closer on the couch.

Hunter swallowed, looking between her and Gus, who gave him a similar look. “S-Sure.”

Luz smiled at him reassuringly, then scooted out of the way so that Willow and Gus could get closer on either side of him. She turned to Amity, who was watching her with a blush of her own.

“A-Alright. What should I..?” Hunter looked between his two friends. Each got in close on one of his sides.

“Put your arms around us, like a hug!” Willow suggested.

Hunter blushed further, but then did as he was told.

“So.. there’s a few general hotspots that most people are ticklish.” Willow explained as she brought one hand up into view to get Hunter’s attention. “For example.” She brought down a wiggling claw hand, just over the middle of Hunter’s stomach.

Hunter jumped at the contact, a strange, unfamiliar sensation that made him want to shout. He reeled back with a wide grin, tightening his grip on his friend’s shoulders to keep from pulling his arms in. She kept tickling, light but persistent. Hunter couldn’t hold back the giggles long as they formed in his throat. Laughter still felt somewhat foreign on his lips, but this felt almost natural. “Wha-whahat- hehe- what is thihihihis?”

“Looks like you’re ticklish, buddy!” Gus cheered with a grin.

“Here’s another spot a lot of people are ticklish.” Willow pulled away her tickling hand, only to bring it back to poke into Hunter’s ribs. He jumped away from the touch, his body flinching toward Gus. Soon, he was met with a poke from that side as well as the other witch joined in the teasing.

“Ehehehhe it feheheeheels weheheird!” Hunter said through his laughter.

“Good weird? Or bad weird?” Willow asked.

“I-hehehehe I’m not suhuhure yehehhet!” He answered honestly, a little overwhelmed at the potency of the sensation.

“Here’s another spot a lot of people are ticklish.” She wiggled two fingers under his arm and Hunter yelped. His arm tugged back and slammed into Willow’s shoulder where she had him lightly pinned to the couch.

Gus moved his own hand up and started to poke around the other armpit, and Hunter laughed outright.

“Ahahahaha! Wahahaha- not thehehehere!” He gasped, wishing for a moment he could crawl out of his skin to escape the strong, intruding buzz of ticklish sensation.

The two of them stopped. “Sorry, too much?” Willow asked.

“No, just… that was a bad spot, I guess.” Hunter replied. “It’s fine.” Then, he continued, assuring them. “It was kinda.. fun. Is there… other spots people can be ticklish?”

Willow’s smile brightened. “Of course! Let’s try somewhere else. Let us know if it’s too bad a spot again, okay?”

“Okay..” Hunter nodded. “Hey, why are you grabbing my feet, Gus?”

…

Meanwhile, as Luz turned to Amity. “So, you said the twins were pretty bad, huh?”

Amity’s blush grew. She looked at the ceiling. “H-heh, yeah.”

“So I guess that means you’re pret-ty ticklish.”

The blush covered her entire face.

“Don’t worry, I don’t wanna do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” Luz leaned in, whispering. “But if you’d be okay with it, I’d love to try it some time.”

Amity giggled in anticipation. “T-That would be fine. I trust you.”

“Like…. Maybe now?” Luz smirked, giving her a playful look.

Amity nodded, already letting out small laughs. And Luz pounced, only to bring one slow, gentle hand down to poke at her twitching tummy.

“Hehehehe- AHH! Heheh!” Amity giggled, shouting out a little laugh at every new poke. Her laughter joined Hunter’s, and Camila smiled as she prepared snacks in the next room.

[sepublic]

Can we appreciate the Titan initially grabbing Luz by the wrist to save her; But when it’s ultimately down to Luz to decide to save herself, she does so by reciprocating the Titan’s grasp, locking hands to meet with him this time? The motif of hands in the finale and this show aaggghhhh