#ya know I'm so extra™

[threebooksoneplot]

what draws you both to jalice/makes you so feral about them as a ship?

you should know we had an entire meeting in order to answer this ask. no this could NOT have been an email (unlike new moon) 🤭

Secretary G took notes. they are as follows (read the bolded parts for a tl;dr)

we kind of see it as though jalice got the traits that edbella weren’t allowed to have, either due to their status as protagonists or because smeyer's mormon background causes her to view these qualities as too sinful/negative for her wholesome Waiting Until Marriage main couple. (examples: alice's materialistic, "shallow," hyperfeminine qualities, her character flaws (especially her manipulativeness), and jasper's aura and history of fucked up violence closer to what you'd find in traditional vampire stories/horror/adult gothics/books not written by a mormon author)

in terms of how much screentime the non-main-love-triangle canon couples get, their relationship is kiiiinda given the next-most weight to edbella’s (examples: jasper's extreme overprotectiveness, the New Moon chapter 19 moment where alice prioritizes jasper and bella is like “yeah I get it, I would do the same.”) basically smeyer gives jalice's relationship a lot of the qualities she finds romantic/ideal, (and which are either similarly romantic to us or entertainingly toxic/a good source of drama), presumably because alice is like her 4th-favorite character after the main love triangle and she wants nice things for her

we both really love how, superficially, as presented in the books, jasper and alice seem to have this almost “courtly love” that smeyer has described as "spiritual." yet when you look closer, their relationship has so many darker undertones—the deep codependency bordering on obsessiveness (mutual, but especially the way it manifests on jasper's end—"I will kill this random teen girl who witnessed edward's jean valjean moment™ because any means are justifiable when the ends are Protecting Alice"), the dark sides of both of their powers, the idea that jasper is only a cullen and/or only a vegetarian for alice's sake, etc. hell, even the fact that they're the only Cullen couple who we know had (gasp) premarital sex 😏 (I mean we assume rosemmett did too, but alas, they don't have that hilarious "carlisle convinced jasper and alice to get married" quote from smeyer)

partially summarized: "jasper’s general desperate willingness to sell everyone to satan for one corn chip if it keeps alice safe (carlisle: I know this and I love you)"

we're forever smug that the movies gave us even more jalice screentime (especially remarkable in such a protagonist-centric universe), including jasper being in the same grade as alice/bella/edward, and the extra jalice kisses in Eclipse and BD 🥺

what we wrote down as the “who’s protecting whom" phenomenon, as coined by G in this old ask. (shannon: "jasper is the toddler you've given the PS2 controller that's not plugged in")

we also like the characters individually. jasper is for the girlies with competency kinks—a stoic caretaker who speaks little and mostly expresses himself via acts of service. we also both love the way in which he needs protection from his own uncontrolled violence (slipping up and killing humans, suffering the pain and fear he inflicts, etc.) he is, in the words of our beloved @liceparade, the "line cook trauma boyfriend"

“It’s hot when there’s a fictional violent man who wet babygirl 😌” —shannon

and alice, unlike bella, genuinely loves being spoiled and bossing people around. she's brat-coded, she's confident and secure in who she is, her god complex ("I'm close enough [to omniscient]") causes fascinating conflict, bella eats drywall from sheer horniness at her merest movement, she dresses like a slut in the Mormon YA Novels and yet somehow escapes authorial condemnation, she has a sickass gothic heroine backstory, she's "annoying," aro started a whole war over her (eat shit helen of troy 🖕), she spaces out in public and has to be led around by jasper, she's one of the most powerful vampires in the world, she's in high school getting a C+ on her precalc test 💅🏻

it's appealing that smeyer frequently puts alice in the center of the series' various conflicts (james' singer and "one that got away," the accidental cause of all the drama at the end of new moon, one of aro's secret True motives for starting the conflict in BD.) this is mostly as a consequence of smeyer using alice as a plot device and/or deus ex machina, but it is in fact interesting

is alice jasper's morality chain? we love pondering this question via fic, meta, etc (especially because...alice ain't exactly a model of ethical behavior herself)

together, the two of them exhibit lots of classic tropes. they're grumpy x sunshine, chatty x silent, opposites attract, etc. to say nothing of that height difference 🥵

we love the yin/yang symbolism of a character with a horrific past paired with a character with NO memory of her past, who is focused on the future and all about potential. not to invoke an ancient phrase but POETIC CINEMA

the next note just says “POTENTIAL in general.” I assume we meant how all of the above stuff creates potential for interesting stories, conflicts, metas, art, fic, etc

G has brought this up in the past, but we love the irony of jasper, a character whose chief desire is to be left in peace, being soul-alteringly in love with the one character who will always be a giant glaring target through no fault of her own. hilarious

[evilminji]

Know what's been haunting me? And my Yandere loving brain?

What if... an SI-OC? Fffffucked UP™?

Like? STRAIGHT up "....Oh No. I have? GRAVELY miscalculated."? Cause? And I'm probably wrong here, or forgetting nuisances, but? Dooku? Left the order and began his Fall? NOT because he disagreed with the vast majority of Jedi philosophy... but?

Because of what the Jedi had BECOME.

Senate attack dogs. Indentured servants. Following NOT the Force or their Orders Mandate, but a mere GOVERMANT. Politicians. Straight into ruin and slaughter no less! It was vile. Corrupt. A perversion and degradation of HIS beloved Jedi Order.

He was proud and filled with grief, isolated. Palpatine chose well.

But! He was ALSO a Master Jedi with DECADES of Mastery under his belt. You do not become that with out clear vision of what you want. Who you ARE. And Dooku? Very CLEARLY planned on winning. Killing Sidious and taking his place. An unfortunate necessity, really. In his Grand Plan™.

Too?

Start over, obviously.

Instead of just leaving and starting a NORMAL Religious Schism, building a temple on Serrano, and publicly calling his old Council members lil bitchs. Slap fighting in the town square, as is traditional. Maybe sending pass aggressive notes back and forth in the hands of increasingly spoiled Padawan, because OUR temple at least FEEDS these POOR WAIFS. Etc etc?

Dude went the SITH route. Of... you know... "kill everybody".

Bit extreme. Just saying.

However! Dooku? Not well! In fact, DEEPLY unhinged and masterfully hiding it! Because he is, in fact, a MASTER jedi! And know how to fucking DO THAT. So that slow creep of Deepyly Crazy? No one sees it. Gives ya time to miss the countdown to Boom, as it were.

Which leads to our dearly beloved SI. She? Is a well meaning IDIOT. She can't help it. It's the Force, man. All that feel good juice, clogging up her brain! Making her? Optimistic! Vaguely perky! Wanting to see the GOOD in people!!!

Disturbing, she knows. But it is what it is.

And MASTER Dooku? Feels? Stern but warm. Stalwart. Like one of those ancient trees or great temples in a quite moment. Old and powerful, not necessarily KIND, but certainly not UNKIND. Just... fussy, you know? Proper. Collected and self contained. Doesn't like messy and dirty and needless noise.

So... what's an itty bitty Crecheling to do? To stop this Respected Master from falling? Well... Yoda seems to think "babies" works? And SHE is Baby...

Better scrub down so I'm EXTRA not "why are all children so... sticky?" and make my self look as presentable as possible. Then? Plan: Stalk the Respected Master Dooku Like A Duckling is a GO~! Yoda finds this INSTANTLY hilarious. Starts feeding her insider information (One of his many, later Great Regrets).

Dooku likes THIS tea. Meditates in THIS garden. Ask him about THIS subject, no one listens to him rant about it, he'll enjoy lecturing you about it for HOURS. She actually learns quite a lot! Man's a good teacher. And SHE? Is a dutiful, polite, thoughtful, shining young paragon example of what he feels the Jedi SHOULD be.

She LISTENS. Unlike his foolish peers. She tries to better herself, day by day, instead of running around screaming and playing in mud. Asks after etiquette from the courts he's traveled too, so she does not offend in the future. Does not react with blind disgust to questions others would deem heretical!

Instead? SHE comes from a JEDI place of approach with compassion and consultation of the Force. What creates the most GOOD? How can we strive for the kindest, most ethical, most equal social possible? What brings the universe the most Light? Where do OUR duties end and the duties of OTHERS begin, and when is it time to call them on their failings, should there be any?

It is? Delightful~ if he were not already committed to his path, he would seriously consider taking her on as a Padawn. Like the Granddaughter he never had. In FACT? He is conflicted. While he does not wish to lose the bright little light he has become so accustomed too? He should probably do what is best for her.

He IS leaving after all. Eventually. Perhaps after Qui-Gon finally knights his own padawn. He can convince the man to come with him. A talk between them has been so very, very long overdue. And the man is like a son to him. Young Obi-Wan is a fine young Jedi. Upstanding and collected, could use a bit of tempering. Outrageous flirt. It would be hilarious.

It's a good plan.... right up until it isn't.

Until the Council's BLINDNESS lead his SON to dying alone. For Sidious little games. And the place in HIS chosen lineage is USURPED by some WHINY SAND COVERED BRAT who can not CONTROL himself! No. NO.

Absolutely Not.

As far as HE is concerned? HIS lineage? Goes him, Qui-gon, Obi-Wan, and then SI-OC. No Sand Brat. Is he spiraling? Oh yes. Has been for a while. But now? NOW someone just kicked out a major support beam. The building is a'shaking. SI-OC is worried. Knows this could make or break his Fall.

Doesn't realize that ship has sailed LONG before she arrived.

Jedi Master's do not Fall over night. It is the slow erosion that kills them. Death by ten thousand cuts. He was already thousands deep. Bleeding and bleeding, beyond her abilities to heal. Yoda could have changed things. He is a Master. But a mere Crecheling? An untrained child? No. She stood no chance.

Does not realize that, as she stands in the heart of the storm. The center of the bear trap. As composed Master Dooku grieves and rages, hair disheveled and robes a mess. No, he can not come to the comm right now. No, he is not taking visitors, thank you. Please, Master Dooku. Please! Drink some tea? Eat? Something. Anything. I beg you.

It is a focal point. An anchor to cling to, in that great Fall. As SI-OC fusses with blankets and music that might help, pressing her small and fragile light against his shields like a comforting weight. As though trying to protect him from the pain. As though ANYTHING could protect him.

Sits with him, in remembrance.

Comes with him, to the funeral.... where stands the sand brat. At HER Master's side. As though enough has not been stolen. How dare he? How dare THEY? To allow this!? Hatred festers. Rage. The mania that Darkness brings. He sees now. Ooooo ho ho, does he now see.

The Order has become Rotten. It cannot be saved. The Jedi have lost their way.

The old must be purged... and they must begin again.

It's all so CLEAR now. So simple. The path forward. Its so obvious now, HE is not leaving, oh no, THEY are leaving. It would be madness to leave a vulnerable Crecheling in such unfettered corruption. Exposed to the nonexistent mercies of Sidious and his ilk. Not to mention, Force knows what filth they'd attempt to stuff in her head behind his back!

Knight Kenobi is an adult. Can comport himself and defend his person. SI-OC can not. She is just a youngling. Should have BARELY been a padawn. But... things have changed.

SI-OC fall asleep, comfortable and certain she is perfectly safe, in MASTER Dooku's apartments. Just another Tea Time and obscure Force Philosophy lecture. Maybe some hands-on etiquette lessons. There are many, MANY different ways to take tea. And... man... the room is so cozy. Always so comfortable and tastefully inviting. Warm an... an snoozy... feelin... *thunk of a small child falling over, dead to the world*

Drugged? Sleep suggestion? Soothing bedtime tea? Yes. Yes, he did. She stood literally negative chances. He scoops up HIS granddaughter and leaves droids to pack the rest. Tucks her under his cloak. No one thinks to even check. Who would? He is trusted. Respected. It is well known how he dotes upon the child. Old age has softened him, some jest.

The dangers of attachment indeed. But it is not HIM who is in danger. It is HER who his attachment endangers. Because he can not let go. WILL NOT. Because it can crossed from caring to obsessive. Possessive. To mine, mine, mine.

Children are not property. Not toys or trophies. Teddy bears to squeeze until your hurt stops. They are living, breathing, entities in their own right. Which is something a JEDI would be able to accept. The SITH? No. No, see, his Great-grandpadawn is HIS. This is HIS family. HIS Jedi order. HIS plan to "fix" everything.

She done fucked up.

She wakes up on a ship to Serrano with COUNT Dooku.

His... his eyes turn Interesting Colors now. Ha ha... she is... staying Very Calm. It is REALLY important to stay VERY calm. No sudden movements. We Do Not startle the Darksider! Eeeeeeverones FRIENDS here! R-Right?

Oh of course. Nothing to be worried about, dear. You're just going to his Manor until the NEW temple is finished. (Neat. Terrifying. So, SO many horrifying parts of that sentence). And SI-OC? Pulls the good ol "never argue with the crazy person with a gun" technique. Smile and Nod! Mmmmhmmm! G-great! Can't wait!

(Oh god, help me)

War breaks out. She's on THE Separatist planet. But not? Before crazy grandpa? Has hired bounty hunters to find him force sensitive kids. You know, for the NEW Jedi order. Because we're all pretending here. Smile and nod, fellow hostages. For the love of the Force, smile and nod.

She's not entirely even certain half these children were from families that WANTED to give them up. It makes her sick to think about.

She still has to have Tea Time. Because she, a child, is the HEAD of the New Order. And he has decades of Jedi knowledge to impart. Also? Lonely and fixating. We're a happy family. Because I say so and have hostages. That's why you love you, don't you dear? *SI-OC with a wide, terrified hostage smile* mmmmhmm!

The Jedi? Have figured out what happened. Crecheling mysteriously disappeared at the same time a Count Dooku? They originally thought she tried to follow him. Got lost or grabbed by slavers. But now... NOW? Oh Force they know they horrifying truth. The Darksider stole a CHILD.

Everyone remembers SI-OC. She was the sweet little duckling. Well behaved and polite. A kind child. Worried for Count Dooku. And now look at what's happened?! The CIS is trotting out the "head" or their "new order" and it's their lost Crecheling. Now a teenager. Terror in her eyes and a fixed jedi smile.

The Creche Masters have to be physically dragged away from stealth ships. (They're just going to talk! They're jUST GOING TO TAL-!!!) Plo Koon is fucking HELPING and that's NOT helpful! No, your commander do NOT have "a point"! You can not do just a "little bit" of murder as "a treat"!

A certain Quinlan Vos? Never heard of him, of course, rocks up to this New Order with a smoothie. Has betrayed the OLD order and the Republic. Definitely for realisies and not because he's here to spy! Heeeeey, kiddo. How you holding up?

Answer? Oh THANK GOD, AN ADULT JEDI! Halp! Followed by gross sobbing. So... you know... not GREAT. Wouldn't recommend it.

But! The INTEL. Sweet holy shit, kid. Chips. Palpatine. Dooku behind the Clones. Everything ELSE she's quietly been noting down. Uuuuh, yeah. Yeah that WILL be... real useful.... Holy shit. No, seriously, give him a second. Just like that? Huh. Didn't even have to convince you. Wow. Okay.

Well then! Let's fuck over some Sith!

How the Shadows go about it? Probably very action movie and nail biting. High octane. Sweet big budget cgi effects. They get the De-chipped clones involved. Fox gets to finally, FINALLY shoot his boss. Never a happier man. He deserves it.

But that's not important. What IS? Is Quinlan Vos? Showing up to the Temple, with a burger and smelling strongly of smoke, and like.... over 450 force sensitive younglings, teenage and below. And probably a litter of tookas. Because what? Were they supposed to LEAVE them?

She takes One(1) step into the temple and gets hit with like? Three generations of Guilt Complexes. Man Pain. Yoda, Obi-Wan, AND Anikin? Mother FUCKER, you were 9! What were you supposed to DO? Bite him?! You literally JUST GOT HERE. *SI-OC has used Logic against Skywalker Guilt... it is not very effective!*

When? When will she be freeeeeeee? Cannon Yoda had the right idea.

She should go hide in a fucking SWAMP.

@babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @lolottes @hypewinter @mayfay @hdgnj

[miyuhpapayuh]

three.

Zora and Nique sit on her L-shaped sofa, while she fills her friend in on what's been going down.

“You told him where you work??”

“He saw the logo on my jacket, girl.”

“And you ain't cover it??”

“Damn, is he a murderer??”

“That's how you treat ‘em!”

���Yeah, well…”

“Well…?”

“He's different.”

“Wow, you ate them words up!”

Zora rolls her eyes, holding her hands up.

“Yeah, you were right. He's real cool people.”

“Wow, I was right!” Nique claps.

“Aight, don't gloat yourself outta my apartment.” She points, right as her phone begins to ring.

It was Leon.

“Ooo put it on speaker!”

“No? You don't know how to act.”

“Oh come on, I just wanna know what he sounds like!”

“A man. He sounds like a man.”

“Zora, spare the drama and answer the phone.”

Sighing, she answers the call and reluctantly places it on speaker, greeting him.

“Hey Leon,” an effortless smile makes Nique squeal behind her hand.

“Hey Zora. How ya doin’?” His buttery, deep voice comes through.

“Ooo, it's so deep!” She whispers, but it's more of a yell.

“I know!” Zora responds in the same fashion, before answering him.

“I'm good. How was your day?”

“Eh, no broken glass stories today, so I guess that's something, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, “that's something.”

“I'm stalling, but I wanted to ask if you'd like to come with me to one of my favorite spots. It's a food joint, called What The Fries?™.”

The gasp she lets out enthuses him, same with Nique.

“Sorry, I just always wanted to check it out. I've never seen fries be created in so many ways! I'd love to go with you.”

He smiles bright like she can see him.

“Yeah? Well I'm glad I get to be the one to take you there. And it's better than you're expecting, I promise. How's about this Saturday? Are you working?”

“Uh,” she ponders for a minute, “no I'm actually off, so that's perfect. What time were you thinking?”

“Hm, maybe around three? Sounds good?”

“Sounds good.” She repeats.

“Great, I'll send you the address.”

“Okay,” she says, “can't wait to indulge and talk without an extra set of eyes on us.”

He laughs. “Yeah, I know right. He been keepin’ his distance?”

She takes the phone off speaker and continues talking, making Nique roll her eyes.

“He has! I'm shocked, actually.”

“Well good. His job description ain't said nothing about him harassing you, so it should always be a good ten feet–”

“Mm-mm,” she cuts him off, “twenty-five feet. His ass needs to be damn near invisible.”

He laughs, agreeing with her. “Yeah, he does seem like the hardheaded type.”

“He was pressed as hell once you left. It was really comical.”

“What he say?”

“Asking all these questions about who you were and why you mean mugged his dumb ass, as if he ain't already know.” She snickers.

“You tell him?”

“Nah, I like watching him squirm. Ain't no satisfaction in telling the enemy his just desserts is comin’. Gotta watch it play out if he feelin’ froggy.”

“Tell him to leap, cause I stay ready.”

She was giggling way too much for her own liking, but damn he was hilarious. She knew he was serious, too.

“He don't heed warnings, neither. So y'all might be squabblin’ for real.” She says, looking over at Nique, who's got a huge smile on her face.

“But, anyway. I gotta go. I kinda abandoned my friend to talk to you.” She jokes, earning a shove from her.

“Ah, tell friend I said wassup!”

“He said wassup, friend.” She repeats, looking back in her direction.

She clears her throat and shouts out a hey boyfriend, earning a shove of her own.

“I like her,” he laughs.

“Yeah, I'm sure you do.”

“Well, I'll let y'all get back to it. I look forward to Saturday, ma'am.”

“So do I, dear. You have a good evening.”

“You too.”

After hanging up, she didn't even turn her head good before Nique started.

“Do you hear church bells?! Cause I do!” She snickers.

“Man, come on. We just met like three days ago.”

“And? I ain't seen a smile that big since what's-his-name.”

“Mm. Don't bring that bitch up.”

“Hey, I offered to get the cops called on ‘em, he got warrants and he looks terrible in orange. That's a hit I'm ready to put out, but you won't let me.” She shrugs, making Zora laugh.

“Cause he ain't worth it. He’ll get caught up on his own time. Now, onto more important matters.”

“Yeah, like you got a bodyguard now. Someone scared freckle-face’s dumb ass??”

“I know, I was shocked too! But Leon's got this intimidating stature, especially if you're a scrawn-no-brawn like Cory.”

“How mean was that mug, chile?”

“Vicious,” she snorts. “You'd think Cory crossed his ass in a past life or something. It wasn't friendly at all.”

“That boy better keep it cute,” Nique shakes her head. “Cause I'd hate to attend his funeral.”

“Dramatic as hell. He not gon die— not at the hands of Leon, that is. I can't save him from nobody else.”

“Hell, I kinda wanna see ‘em fight now!”

“Me too!” She laughs.

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Saturday rolled around quicker than Zora anticipated, and she was kinda relieved that he'd planned such a low key first date.

The sun was back, high in the sky, giving her motivation to pull the three day old bun from her head and pick her curls out. She was very grateful that the hair goddesses were on her side.

Mid-seventies weather called for a sundress and she picked the bright orange one from the stack, feeling like an extra spice would do her day some good.

Framing her chestnut curls around her face, she added her new tiger eye bracelet to the nameplate necklace and studs that are always on her person.

Sliding her feet into her wedged sandals, she grabbed her keys and headed to the long awaited spot, where Leon was happily waiting on her.

As if her scent got there before she did, he'd looked up the moment she walked up the sidewalk to the outdoor seating, where he was perched on a bench.

“Hey Zora, you look beautiful.” He greets her with a hug, both of them holding on a little longer.

“Thank you, Leon. You clean up nice.” She responds once they let go and she can take in his fit; a crisp white tee, light wash jeans and seafoam air jordan’s.

He looked good.

He smiles, thanking her before holding the door for her as they head into the white, brick building and order their food.

“I'm paying, so don't try and give me the runaround.” He half jokes, and she just looks up at him and sighs.

“Fine, fine.”

It didn't take her long to figure out what she wanted to indulge in, once she saw bacon, cheese and fries in the same sentence.

Leon was in the mood for a burger and loaded fries, same as hers.

Grabbing their food and heading back outside, the pair get comfy on the bench he was sitting on when she first arrived, sitting a few inches apart.

“Try it,” he nudges, while she stares at it, trying to find a place to attack it.

“I gotta find the right forkful, hol’on,” she chuckles, sticking her fork into the left side where there's a hunk of bacon and cheese.

Taking a bite, she sighs while chewing. He watches with an amused smirk.

“Does that mean you like it?” He asks, biting into his own burger.

“Yeah, it's really good,” she goes back in for a couple more bites, washing it down with her soda.

“How's your burger?” She asks, looking over at him.

“It's delicious. Second time I've had it, it hasn't disappointed me.”

“Good. Now, let's get into the warehouse job you got. Is it like Amazon?”

“Honestly? My granddad got me the job, to keep me outta trouble, but yes it's like Amazon. Smaller scale."

“Mmm, so you are trouble?” She smirks, amused at his laugh.

“I used to be a hothead, I guess you can say. But once you hit thirty, you look around and don't see the people you used to run with no more or they're bad off because the bullshit we used to get into done caught up with ‘em, and I didn't want that to be me. I try and live the straight and narrow life these days.” He explains.

She nods.

“Well, turning over a new leaf is always a good thing. I'm proud of you, even though we've only known each other for about a week.” She smiles.

“Has it been a good week?” He asks.

“Yeah,” she nods, “it has.”

“I love to hear that.”

“I love to say it. You know how many times I've tried to connect with these mamas’ lil dusty sons and they're all simple, slow and stupid? Too many.” She says with the straightest face, making him contemplate on holding his laugh in or not.

“You can laugh, but I'm serious,” she says, not even getting the sentence out as they both cave, wiping tears away as they come back to the point.

“I'm sorry, mama. That was too funny.” He sighs, and the nickname he'd just donned her with doesn't escape her.

“I-I'm serious, it's real bad out here, so don't make me take my words back and fight you.” She points her finger at him.

Holding his hands up in surrender, he flashes a smile. “I promise. I've never stepped out on anybody that ever gave me the time of day.”

“Mhm,”

“You don't believe me? You can personally ask all both of ‘em.”

“All– Leon, you've only had two girlfriends?” She questions, squinting at him as she takes another bite of her fries.

“What I gotta lie for?” He asks with another chuckle.

“I'm sorry, and don't take this the wrong way but… you are too fine to have only gone steady with two women.”

“While I'm flattered, I'm serious. My first girlfriend, Tia. We were in kindergarten, and while you don't think that's serious, we went steady all the way til seventh grade.”

“Really??”

“Yeah, we'd been neighbors since diapers or whatever, and our parents always said we'd either be enemies or friends, and we doubled it on the good side!” He laughs.

“Aw, that's the cutest thing I've ever heard. Seven years.”

“Yeah, you don't think about it when you're a kid, but yeah we were about thirteen or so, shared our actual first kiss and then things got all weird. Puberty was and still is the blame and we've actually agreed on this.”

“Was it an ugly breakup?”

“As ugly as it could be at that age, I suppose. She crossed the fence like usual, but she didn't look happy. In fact, I remember her crying and I didn't understand it then, but I totally got it years later. She felt like we couldn't be in a relationship and be friends like we were, and of course cause we didn't even know how to balance our own feelings, at the time. But I was angry. Accusatory, knowing I couldn't blame her for feeling the way she did, and we didn't talk for a long while.”

“Wow,” she says, waiting for him to continue.

“Well, I apologized, of course.” He laughs, making her do the same. “And she forgave me, and I was able to forgive myself. We're not as close as we used to be, but anytime she needs ol Leon to be a friend, I'm here.”

“Aw, how sweet of you.”

“Yeah, I do what I can, ya know?”

“Mhm. So what you do to the other one?”

“Oh, I'm sure you don't wanna hear about that.” He shakes his head.

“See, it's something you're afraid of sharing with me already?”

“Nah, it's just a little less cinematic.”

“So? If you're telling it, it's gonna be animated anyhow.”

“Cheap shots just keep getting cheaper,” he singsongs.

“Tell the story, Leon,” she mocks in the same fashion.

“Alright, fine. Sophomore year of high school to a little after our college graduation. Candy. Yes, that's her actual name. She was the wild girl to my wild boy. Anything you think we got into, we did it twice.” He shakes his own head.

“Tagged a building?” She asks.

“Try the whole neighborhood.” He scoffs. Her mouth drops.

“Y'all cut curfew and snuck in each other's dorms, didn't you?”

“We got caught so many times.” He answers, shaking his head at himself, again.

“Lord have mercy, I'm not gon guess no more.”

“Good, cause the answer might’ve been the same.” He laughs.

“Okay, alright. So what happen? She find another wild boy?”

“She found many other wild boys and left my ass in the dust, yes she did.”

“Damn, that's so harsh.”

“Can you imagine one of 'em being your friend?” He adds, making her mouth drop open again.

“What?!”

“Yeah, I definitely beat his ass.” He nods.

“That was my follow up question! I'm glad you did, cause what the hell? How'd you–”, she recollects and lowers her heightening tone, “how did you find out?”

“A little after graduation, she was supposed to be going to get her nails done with her girls for the party that night. But instead, she'd buttdialed me while they were making out. She told him that she was gonna dump me and they were gonna move in together and whatever the hell else.”

“I know you not supposed to lay a finger on her, but did you flick her ass in the nose at least?” She asks, reminding him of his fiery ass aunt.

“Nah, I got sisters to handle that. But even then, she wasn't worth it. Her stuff was definitely waiting for her on the curb and I went on my way.”

“Wow, I'm sorry that happened to you.”

He shrugs. “It's not the worst thing that's happened.”

“Yeah, I understand that. We've all got our woes.”

He nods, and they take a few minutes to continue eating. Enjoying the sun as it gets to its most golden point, shining down on their kissed skin.

“I get to hear about your woes?” He asks.

“Eh, they end up just like Candy. Their shit on the curb,” she clears her throat, “maybe a tire or three slashed.”

He gasps. “What??”

“You only get in trouble if you slash all four. If you're gonna do it, do it correctly.” She quips.

“Touché.”

“Plus, he deserved it. He slept with the bitch that tried to break into my car.”

“That pretty little bug over there?” He points just down the way.

“Yeah, she's been thuggin’ it out with me for a while now.” She gives a fond smile.

“Did you beat her ass?”

“And his, too.” She says with a roll of her neck, causing another gleaming smile and hearty laugh to come her way.

✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿

Stepping out of her wedges, she cracks her toes on her plush rug and sighs. The stereo is currently playing one of her old mixes off a burned cd. Her phone starts ringing, sending her back towards her bed to retrieve it.

“Hey ma,” she sings.

“Hey, my baby. How was your day?”

“It was actually really good,” she nods, placing her phone on speaker and she shifts through her t-shirts.

“Yeah? What happened?”

“Ugh, Pamela, don't be so nosy.” She snorts, knowing her mother would jerk her collar if she were near.

“Zora-Jean.”

“You and Nique, and that damn Zora-Jean! Please!” She laughs again, pulling the dark green, ninja turtles tee from the pile.

It's country, I know. But I love it. What else was your middle name supposed to be?” Pam questions.

“Yeah, you're right. I guess I'll relax. Just a little. Ooh, I wasn't supposed to tell on her, but she's been riding me all day bout shit— Nique first-named you on the phone the other night.”

“No she didn't!” She hollers.

“Yes she did!” Zora hollers back.

“Lord have mercy, Ima have to kick her where the sun don't shine.” She says, making Zora fall out in laughter.

“You so crazy, girl,” her mother remarks, as she comes back to. “But, why was your day so good? Yeah I'm being nosy, cause you usually always telling me about Cody… Cody?”

“Cory.”

“Yeah, him. Or some patron and their rude asses. So wassup? You find you some new flowers? Ooh, did you see the ones I shared with you?”

“Yes ma, I saw them. I liked the red bunch, that was really pretty, but no I already have my bunch for the next two weeks.”

“Okay so…”

“I met a man.” She smiles.

“Oh, you met a man.” She draws out.

“Yeah, a man.”

“Alright, what's different about this one?”

“He's an open book. First time I've seen, wrapped in mahogany brown skin. He's so fine, mama.”

“Ah, he knows how to communicate? Don't applaud a fish for swimmin’, Jean.”

Zora sucks her teeth, plopping down on the bed.

“You asked what was different, that's different. Jesus ma, relax.”

“You and this relax,”

“Try it, sometime. I think he's cool. He's a goof. Real tall and lanky, but muscular where it counts, like a voluptuous woman loves, apparently. That's what I seem to keep attracting, so… maybe this time it could be different. Can we leave some room for some hope? That's a lot for me too, but i'm doing it.”

Pamela sighs, taking in her youngest daughter's words.

“I hear you, baby. There's always room for hope.”

Ch 4

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ES21 japanese volumes part 2/??

< part 1 || part 3 >

Thanks for the warm reception on part 1! Honestly wasn't expecting anyone other than me and maybe a couple of friends to read, so it's nice to know that people enjoyed it! Also @blaka-smoko provided me with a link to scans of the VIS translation here-- it has up to volume 29 I believe for anyone interested (you'll have to make an account on the site to borrow the volumes though! but it's all free)

Now, to pick up where we left off--

Sena has just managed to escape the bullies, but they're in pursuit. He ends up running into a busy shopping street, where Hiruma, Sena's demonic upperclassman, happens to witness the following...

(First page -> Kuroki: "Alright! I caught...")

I love these pages sm, they're SO silly. This is the beginning of 'these kids might as well have superpowers', and I love that for them. And to be perfectly honest, I think the extra dramatic action scenes make for a really engaging sports manga, which is a genre where I tend get very bored of the whole, you know, Sports™ of it all. But ES21 always keeps me really engaged during the matches, and the super dynamic art is definitely one of the reasons.

Putting the rest under a cut!

I think I'm just gonna go ahead and post the next few pages because I love this bit lol

(Panel 3 -> Juumonji: "Shit-!" Kuroki: "I SAID MOVE!!!" Old Man: "That hurts you BRAT"

Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "That cut...." (note that the kanji here is 走り方 which is pronounced ha-shi-ri-ka-ta and means 'way of running' or 'running style', but the romaji says カット (ka-tto) which is just the English 'cut' as a loanword. I told you Hiruma does this a lot!))

Love how they somehow make Sena navigating a crowd really well into something so cool lol. But I love this entire segment.

(Panel 2 -> Togano: "Aaallright, now sto--"

Panel 4 -> Togano: "--p??"

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Whoa, a spin!"

Panel 6 -> The Bullies: *sounds of struggle and pain*)

(Panel 1 -> Sena: "Hiieeee-- (this is just a sound of anxiety he makes a lot) It's no good--!!"

Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "No, you can make it"

Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "With your legs, you can make it!"

Panel 6 -> Hiruma: "FLY!" (also means 'jump', but fly feels more apt))

TOUCHDOWN!!! (of getting on the train yayyy!)

I just love this whole segment-- how good the art is, how intense and dynamic and fun they managed to make a simple chase scene, how it works so well with the football visuals that Hiruma is laying over Sena's movements in his mind, Hiruma's weird omniscient presence cementing itself into the narrative lol. Properly introducing the One Thing™ that Sena is crazy good at to the audience, and that is running (usually away from something lmao).

(Panel 2 -> Juumonji: "GUHO!?" (sound of surprised pain)

Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "Toooouchdooooown! Ya-ha--!")

I love him your honor.

ANYWAY onto the next day!

(Panel 1 & 2 -> Kurita: "Oh that's right! Yesterday, a new member joined the club!" Hiruma: "Ooohhh, I actually found someone too."

Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "Truly a golden-legged Running Back. He was so full of spirit that he approached me directly, saying that he wanted to join."

Panel 4 -> Kurita: "Wow-- amazing! Good job finding him, Hiruma!"

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "He should be here already"

Panel 6 -> Hiruma: "K, now fill out the application form~" Kurita: "S-SENA-KUN!!?")

The audacity of Hiruma casually and blatantly lying that Sena joined of his own volition lol. He just lies because it's fun, why not? 😂 Also, when Hiruma says 'running back', it just says "RB" with furigana that says ランニングバック, which is 'running back' as a loan word lol.

(2nd pic -> Kurita: "Whoa number 21! The eyeshield is so cool!" Hiruma: "If we don't hide his face like this during matches, it'll start an all-out-war among the other sports teams.")

Lol I love how shrimpy Sena is <3 In the fan-scans, the idea that the other sports clubs would try to get at Sena wasn't really mentioned until the Cupids match, so I figured I'd include it. Also Hiruma looks SO NORMAL in the first couple of chapters lol, he just increasingly gets more spiky and demonic as the story progresses, and I love that for him, but seeing little babyfaced Hiruma is fun too.

(Panel 1 -> Sena: "But I'm the manager~~!!" Hiruma: "Then, player-and-manager. do both"

Panel 2 -> the posters say: "Stay away from him -- Or the mosaic comes off")

Mosaic meaning the blurred out bits, obv. I feel like there's certain lines from Hiruma where the translation doens't quite capture the like... cavalier command with implicit threat he has in Japanese lol.

Also I get this slight vibe from his Japanese dialogue that Hiruma is like, funny lol. There's more of a deliberate sense of set up and pay off when he talks, which I get a kick out of.

Finally, end of chapter one 😂 the fuck is brevity?

Bit of an aside, but something I never noticed before about this pic of Sena's room is that he seems to collect figures of some kind? And he has a lot of games (or possibly anime) in the tv cabinet. I know in the pilot chapter (which I might post about separately sometime), Sena was characterized as A Gamer™, but that seems to have largely been abandoned in the actual series. It's fun to see the lingering remnants of that aspect of Past-Sena lol.

Moving on to chapter 2!

(Mamori: "The American Football Club!?")

(Panel 1 -> Mamori: "But American Football is... You shouldn't pick something so dangerous!")

Regarding panel 2, there isn't a mistranslation really, but I wanted to point out-- because it's fucking hilarious-- that Mamori uses four separate words that all essentially mean weak and feeble to describe Sena 😭 She's like "--because Sena is (physically) weak, insubstantial, fragile, and The Weakest™!"

Sena: "Y, you don't have to go that far...."

She really didn't 😔 how's a bitch supposed to come back from that...

Then of course Sena reassures her that he's just the shumu/manager (whatever), and won't actually be playing in matches, which she is very relieved to hear.

(Mamori: "Huh? But then why are you here so early in the morning?

Sena: "A meeting about club management!!")

Oh Sena :')

Cut to:

(Hiruma: "Come now, it's morning practice!!!"

Sena: "ALL LIES~~!!")

Soon, soon Sena, you will learn. But man look at the unbridled joy on our demon spawn captain's face <3 we love a chaotic gremlin.

Just wanted to gush a little about how much I love Murata's establishing shots, especially this one. Gives such an excellent vibe of early morning at a school before most students are present-- plus over the course of the series you end up getting such a good sense of the overall layout of the school!

(Panel 1 -> Kurita: "Well-- you know how we haven't had three people since the formation of the club? I was just so happy that I had to wake up early"

Panel 2 -> Kurita: "I was so amped up that I've been at it since 2am!" Hiruma: "An idiot, there's an idiot here.")

All told basically the same as the fan-scans, but I think the Japanese version slyly implies the existence of Musashi a little better. I always wonder with these things just how much of the back stories were hashed out-- like was Musashi's design already established? When we see him for the first time later (unbeknownst to us) did the creators already know That Guy was Musashi? Questions, questions...

(Panel 1 -> Sena: "That was close! I was about to join in on practice without realizing!" Hiruma: "Right, guess we should go through everything once, starting with the ladder."

Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Since we've got newbies present and all." Sena: "Hiiieeeee!" (he's like a small dog, he whimpers when he's scared)

Panel 3 -> Kurita: "Ah wait. Actually my neck kind of hurts. I think I might call it quits after doing a 40 yard dash or something."

Panel 4 -> Hiruma: "40 yard dash, huh? It's been a while. Alright, let's measure our times.")

K-Kurita.... your head looks like it's gonna pop off.....

(Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Time?"

Panel 3 -> "Kurita Ryokan: 40 yard run: 6.5 seconds"

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "This fucking fatty!! What morning practice, you've gotten slower than before!!" Kurita: "I can't help it, I'm already tired--!!")

@blaka-smoko mentioned this in their reblog on the last post, but Hiruma preludes all his nicknames with 糞 (ku-so) which means like, shitty, but the furigana says ファッキン which is just "fucking" as a loan word lol. So all his nicknames canonically and literally start with the English word "fucking". Fucking chibi, Fucking monkey, Fucking manager, etc, etc. The official VIS version changed this to 'damn', which is nothing but a damn shame lol. Let Hiruma say fuck!! He's literally already saying it!!

(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "Alright, watch how it's done!" Sena: "!? So fast!!"

Panel 4 -> "Hiruma Yoichi: 40 yard run: 5.1 seconds"

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Ya-ha-! That's my best time!!" Sena & Kurita: "Whoa--!!")

He's so fucking spiky!! And I love how expressive their physical movements are, like Hiruma's little twist in the last panel is so fun.

The first three panels are basically accurate, (though in panel two, Hiruma is like "What's that? You want to run so bad you can barely contain it?" which made me chuckle) but panels 4 & 5 are different.

(Panel 4 -> Kurita: "But, isn't it weird? If he's that fast (and he uses 爆速 (ba-ku-so-ku) which means like, explosive speed) I think he would have been famous in middle school."

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "Hmm... now that you mention it.... Well, we'll know for sure once we measure his time.")

I like that Kurita points out something to Hiruma that he didn't consider! These early chapters gives a bit more of a feel of Hiruma and Kurita's friendship imo, before there's more characters that the story needs to focus on, and the two of them solidly enter the Senpai™ realm among their teammates.

Of course, then Sena runs and gets 5.0 seconds, which is already fastest on their little team! But Hiruma isn't satisfied with that....

The fan-scans are aaaalmost right? But confused. It makes it sound like Hiruma is quoting something Sena said/wrote down in the past (that he somehow aquired as Hiruma is wont to do), and then the line in panel 3 just doesn't make sense. In Japanese, it comes across more as like, Hiruma looks up some records of Sena on his laptop, and the rest is him putting together an analysis based off of that.

(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "In Kobayakawa Sena's middle school physical endurance records-- he came first only in Repetitive Sideways Hopping."

Panel 2 -> Hiruma: "Must be due to the explosive power that you built through your gopher-ing... which is how you have that rocket-start. But you immediately lose speed, which is why you never make any records in a footrace.

Panel 3 -> Hiruma: "So all we have to do is make sure you don't lose speed."

Panel 5 -> Hiruma: "CERBERUS!!!")

BEST BOY BEST BOY BEST BOY!!!

This is basically correct, so I used the scans for visual clarity because taking good pics of a double page spread is hard :')

anyway RUN BOY RUN!! Also love Hiruma's little fist pump in the last panel. Murata being awesome with gestures as usual.

(Panel 1 -> Hiruma: "This is beyond high school records! It's the top speed in the NFL! Nobody can stop this!"

Panel 2 -> "The Golden Legs!!")

I don't know if it's true that 4.2 sec is the NFL record (at least at the time) or not, and frankly I don't care. Within the context of this series, 4.2 secs is the speed of light, and Sena's got it!

I've always liked that Sena's got this glass canon thing going on-- OP in terms of speed only, extremely weak in every other regard. It's funny and unexpected in a shounen protagonist, and it makes for a very satifying arc, even if there aren't any surprises. I actually in part got into B.N.H.A . waaay back in 2014 because Deku reminded me of Sena (well, I got into it because I'd read the artist's previous manga and was curious, but Deku reminding me of Sena is what made me stay (well, until I left again a couple years later lol)). Point is, I'm very fond of Sena, I think he's fun!

Oof I wanted to squeeze in one more pic but I'm at the limit already lol. But chapter 2 ends with excitement all around-- and Hiruma says that they'll be winning the Spring Tournament. (Sena imagines himself as the manager and boy, after all that you still think you're just gonna be the manager? 😭)

Of course this is when Hiruma informs them that the first match is tomorrow lol. A team with 3 players. Good luck!

That's all for part 2-- hope y'all enjoy my ramblings!

[misc-obeyme]

CC, I don't know if you've ever played 5D chess, but lately I've been wondering if Barbatos would enjoy it? I mean, he does like chess and it seems like it'd be right up Barbatos' alley, but maybe the interdimensional time-travel aspect of it would turn him off instead?? Anyway, as the fandom's Barbatos Expert™ I was wondering what your assessment would be

Anyway, love ya 🫶🫶

Melody!! I hope you're having a lovely day! 💕💕

Ahhh I feel so flattered being thought of as the Barbatos Expert lol!

Though I had to look up 5D chess because I hadn't heard of it previously! I have to admit, the time travel stuff just completely confuses the heck out of me.

But Barbatos on the other hand... I think he'd enjoy the challenge! I'm not sure if he'd feel different about playing against a computer versus playing against another person... I suspect nobody has the same full understanding of time that he has, so he might not be able to find someone who can match him. The computer would be more of a challenge, but I think he'd still win against it every time lol.

I don't think he'd be turned off unless there was actual time travel happening. Then he might be concerned, but otherwise I think he'd enjoy it. He might even appreciate something that can actually give him a decent challenge for a little while. Since he probably has years worth of regular chess playing experience at this point.

I also think he'd especially like it if MC introduced him to it and played it with him. Just because you know he'd love to have that extra time with MC~

Uh oh but now I'm thinking about Solomon getting the idea to turn it into a magical chess game that actually does involve time travel. At which point, Barbatos would play against him and win, then confiscate the entire thing lol.

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#5

Ocean Idiots Masterpost

Hello hello lore enthusiasts and newcomers alike! I finally am getting around to organizing all of this so here we go! 

Lore Slideshow

Art

The-Trashiest-Pada

Merfolk Lore

The Sailor Who Fought Back

If She Fits She Sits

Teef

The Deep Blue 

Delta’s Crew

Don’t Starve Ocean Idiots

Family Reunion

Bebe Delta

more bebe

Ab Bab

Ascension and Aftermath

Freya and Argo

April fools Bitches

Squish

Heather is A Bitch™

Entranced

On Deck

Shandzii

Various doodles

Larus

Mariza and Delta

Samira Ref

Mariza Ref

Larus Ref

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242 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

#4

HOLY GOD! Ok, this project launched back in... October of 2020 and it’s here. Huge and never ending thanks go out to everyone involved in this project, I’ll credit all those I can. Please know that you all mean the world to me and the fact you did this... I was close to tears man, genuinely. This world, and I know I’ve said it a million times, is my baby, and that you all did this... fuck. It just makes me unimaginably happy. Thank you. 

Please give your appreciation and love to the wonderful artists who made this possible, and support them where you can. They all did an amazing job. 

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394 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

#3

After much anticipation, it is here. The official slideshow of Ocean Idiots Lore! Thanks go to @shandzii and @the-trashiest-pada for all the art! Again, if y’all have any questions feel free to ask! I just may take a minute to get to it. Also you know. Spoiler stuff. 

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#2

509 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

6! Preferably for Mariza and Delta but you can do whoever you want

"I missed you... a lot"

It'd taken a good deal of time for Mariza and Delta's... relationship to even out after Mariza's ascension.

It'd taken the half desperate pleadings of someone far too exhausted to keep up a one sided fight for it to stop, a fire no longer fueled by oxygen left to smolder. Then they were left with what remained, a goddess who didn't know who she was, and a pirate who remembered everything but didn't know where to start.

So they started anyway, because when had they ever planned for anything?

The bottom of the ocean, contrary to the superstitions of sailors who'd never so much as swam a reef, was far more lively than an eternal quiet. Just because the cool depths only contained the echoes of humans didn't mean they were devoid of life, only human life. Though for some that didn't make a difference. It made the perfect spot for a mer and the embodiment of the ocean to sit and watch the world go by, the occasional curious fish swimming around Mariza's torso and extra limbs, weaving in and out as though the goddess were nothing but coral.

"Guess they like 'ya huh?"

Delta laughed as the guppy darted away from Mariza's claws, the goddess unable to contain a small chuckle of her own.

"Well, they know better than to be near a shark. I think they want me to protect them from you."

"Right, because I'm the more deadly of the two of us, you're ridiculous."

"I dunno," Mariza smiled impishly, "Those teeth of yours are pretty sharp."

"Mari. I've seen you bite boats in half. Come on."

Delta whacked Mariza with her fin, enough to push her forward, but no further than that. Of course, retaliation was swift, and those same tendrils that were a fish's playground wrapped around Delta's tail and hoisted her vertical, then in a loop. The cycle continued until both were cackling messes, throwing small handfuls of sand in each others' direction as they wheezed.

"Ha- haha- Can't believe you're this easily winded. Aren't you supposed to be a god?"

"Yeah well- I'm still- still getting used to it. It's not like I'm laughing all that much around Samira."

Ah, that pleasant company. Surely a more jovial presence you couldn't find.

"No kidding. I can't say that I've laughed this hard in a while either. I missed this."

Cold regret seeped into the waters around them. For what it was worth, Mariza tried to give a sarcastic half smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Did you now?"

Too late to pretend she didn't mean it now.

"I did. I missed you... a lot. When you slipped under the water... Thought I'd never see you again. But hey, lucky me, right?"

"Lucky that I didn't end up sinking you when you came up and hugged me out of the blue."

"Hey! How was I supposed to know you had all the memory of a brain-dead sunfish left?"

"Brain dead- HEY!"

The bickering continued, but Delta couldn't help the smile that clung to her face each time Mariza let out that laugh of hers, or looked away for a brief moment.

She really was lucky, huh?

It stung she still missed her, sometimes.

1,082 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

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[mattmurdocksscars]

Hiiii it's me again, and congrats on the 2k, again! (love your writings btw).

I'll be asking a couple of questions, I'm annoying :3

1- FMK (Tristan Thorn, Matt Murdock, and Michael Kinsella) and why...

2- Are you an early bird or a late owl?

3- Dogs or Cats?

Aaaand, would you ship me with a Charlie character? I'd love to know which one would would fit me. (>ⲱ<)

Well, I'm 5'5.75 (167 cm), curly black hair (now is wine red), black coffee eyes (almond), heart shaped face, not skinny but not overweighted — in between, but I love it.

I'm an aquarius, my personality type is ENFJ-T, I'm a Weirdo™, an absolute idiot, always nervous about absolutely everything, I have a couple of mental issues (trust issues, anxiety, overthinking, you name it! The whole package) but, I love having people around me, I always need to be reminded that I'm worthy (my self-esteem is always at its lowest baby).

I love art, I love making art, I'm a music addict, I love writing (either poems or stories), I love the rain, winter, pasta, cakes, cinnamon, chocolate, hot cocoa, iced coffee, random espresso shots, ice cream. I have two demons (cats) and they're literally my children, I also have a little bird, I love animals so much, I wanted to be a vet, but now I'm a translator (wow the turntables!). I'm kinda house person, I like staying inside, I'm a night owl, but sometimes I love feeling the sun on my skin and going outside to meet some friends.

Who do you think is gonna be my boo? >¬<

In exchange, I think I would ship you with Tristan Thorn, he's a sweetheart like you and Idk, I think you're just a soft baby who deserves happiness <3

Congrats again, love ya! <3

Hello, love!

1. Fuck- Michael Kinsella. Listen. I know this man can give it good. He'd take such good care of me and that's what matters.

Marry- Matt Murdock. He's just my favorite. I can't deny it. I love Mikey and Tristan is adorable, but Matt has my heart.

Kiss- Tristan Thorne. He's just a little sweet baby. A cinnamon roll.

2. Neither. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon. 😂

3. Both! I can't really choose. I've had both all my life and I can't pick just one!

As for your ship, I could totally see you with Matt Murdock!

He's going to understand your anxieties because he has his own to contend with. He'll be super helpful at calming you down and helping you work through it. He'll love listening to you describe your art and even better if you let him run his hands over the finished product. He'd find your language abilities impressive. And finally your night owl tendencies would work in his favor since you'll probably still be awake when he comes home from patrols! He'll need the extra love and care you can provide.

Awe sweet baby Tristan. He's so cute, I wouldn't know what to do with him!

[dear-departed]

MC wants the brothers to be their muse

MC is an artist, and every artist needs a muse. Which lucky brother will obtain their interest?

A/N: Well here's my first written thing on Tumblr, wish me luck. Sorry if some of the sections are longer or shorter than others. Also, it's my first time writing in a while, so I'm sorta rusty, but enjoy.

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, not in a sexual manner, just art

Word count: 3K

Lucifer ♥ 

“An art model, you say? About how long will this supposed art session take?” 

Upon finding out that live paintings take at least a few hours, he states that he might have to do it at least a week from now. He finds the idea tempting, but his schedule is absolutely packed. Though, perhaps he can work extra hard to make time for the painting. 

Ultimately, he agrees. 

He says he’s fine with stripping to his boxers but if, and only if, you promise to keep it for yourself and not sell it. If you intend to sell the painting, he would rather do it with clothes on.  

It’s not that he’s self-conscious, but he knows for a fact that Mammon would most definitely try to buy it, and then double the price.  

When the time comes, he chooses a very grand posed, hand outstretched, foot pointed behind him, wings sprawled out behind his back proudly. You’re first concerned with him getting fatigued from holding that pose for a long time. After about 20 minutes you ask him if he needs a break. 

He refuses. He’s “feeling fine”. 

He is not feeling fine. 

He does not want to accept a break; he would rather suffer in silence.  

Force him to take a break. Please. He will not do so himself.  

He doesn’t talk a whole lot during the session. Well... at least not at the beginning. As time marches forward, he’ll open up a little bit. A little demonus would get him to unwind. He might go on a long tangent about the stresses of life. He’d normally never open up to people like this, but you’re his human. You’re different. 

Speaking of his human, he was never too interested in human-world affairs until it met you. Now he asks quite a few questions about your life in the human world. What is your family like? What were your views on angels and demons before you came to the Devildom? 

He loves the finished piece, so much so that he denies the payment you offer after the session is over.  

“MC, I have no need for your payment. What painting supplies do you use? What supplied would you buy if you had enough Grimm?” 

Our favorite accidental sugar daddy™, he buys you the paints and brushes you mentioned. He keeps them in his room until he finds an excuse to give them to you, may it be your birthday, a good test score, praise from a teacher, etc.  

Mammon ♥ 

“Ya need an art model? How much are we talkin’ here? And how long will it take, I’m a busy guy. Places to be, money to make, people to do business with!” 

“...6,000 Grimm? You’ve got yourself a deal, MC! You better capture The Great Mammon in all his glory!” 

He is convinced this will be an easy 6,000 Grimm. All he’s gotta do is stand there for a while, right? Sorta like the other modeling gigs he does! 

He promises MC that he can do a great job in choosing his own pose, he knows exactly the way he looks best 

He chooses to let out his demon form in the painting, he poses on a chair with his wings stretched out in a grand, shimmery flourish, one elbow resting on the back of the chair while one hand is delicately held up behind his head, coins all over his lap. 

“I can be nude, if ya want. I’ll just need a bit extra.” 

I guess it’s up to you, right? Are you willing to pay the price? 

Also, turns out paintings aren’t like photography at all. He’s so fidgety, constantly fiddles with the coins in his lap, and he asks for posing breaks every 10 minutes or so.  

You also can’t help but notice that throughout the session, coins not-so-slowly start to disappear from the pile in his lap, and his pockets (or lack thereof) seem to be extra jingly. If you decided to have him pose nude, then you can bet he’s sitting on a lot of Grimm 

He’s also very chatty during the session, which I suppose isn’t too bad.  

To keep the room from being dead silent, you usually have a speaker playing some soft background music. He demands that you let him play one of his playlists 

After the painting is finished, he is... for lack of a better word, abso-fucking-lutely flabbergasted  

“So... you’re tellin’ me, you’ve had this moneymaking talent hidden right beneath my nose this entire time?” 

Taking into account the Grimm that he swiped during the session, you begin to count out his payment.  

Against his urge to dash to the casino with his newly acquired 6,000 or so Grimm, he puts the pouch back in your hands. “Can I buy it?” 

So, you wanted a painting of yourself? 

“No! I’m not some ego freak like Asmo, but... you painted it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not even that good, I mean. No! That’s not what I meant, I meant it’s great. I just... dammit, MC! How much do you want for it?! Just tell me already!”  

Leviathan ♥ 

“W-why would you want to paint me? I’d look gross...fine...Can you paint me in my room? It’s like... taking picture of something in its natural habitat.” 

Are you sure, Levi? There’s a chance I’ll get paint on all of your precious figurines, I wouldn’t want that. 

“I take it back! Keep your stupid paint hands away! No, your hands aren’t stupid, I’m stupid! Ugh, do I have to help you?” 

He agrees, but on two conditions. One, nothing’s coming off, and two, only if he gets to incorporate Ruri-Chan into the painting.  

“D-do I want to pose myself? I think you know better poses than I could ever come up with, Henry- er... MC.  

It’s a nightmare trying to pose him and a Ruri-Chan plush, it’s less of a... conventional piece as the other brothers, but it’s definitely worth the end result.  

He’s very shy at first, does not say a word. It’s not that the music or the soft sounds of your brushes wiping across the canvas soothes him or anything, he’s just taking this job very seriously. If you asked him of all people to be your art model, maybe it’s really important, so he should show that he can be good model. 

Or what if you took pity on the gross otaku of the group and tried to give him a change to feel special? 

Or if you messed up something of his and are trying to make it up to him? 

Suddenly, the gentle sounds of your brush and the classical music in the background is deafening. He must fill the avoid. 

“Y-you know... I remember watching something like this in an anime once. It’s ‘I Became an Art Model for My Best Friend and Suddenly We’re Soulmates’... not that I think we’re soulmates or anything! That’s only something a creep would say! But the... art aspect...” 

He’s actually really good at staying still between breaks, unless, that is, you get him worked up on a topic he’s passionate about. For example, you made the mistake of bringing up a live action for a popular anime. Let’s just say he motions with his hands a lot. But hey, at least he’s good at freezing back up in the same exact position he was in before, so that’s cool. 

His nerves eventually begin to melt away within the first hour and a half or so  

After he sees the painting, he’s amazed “you got the full glory of Ruri-Chan! MC! It’s looks amazing!” He is grinning and looking at it, almost in a scared manner, like just his gaze will ruin the piece, yet he can’t help but stare at what beauty you’ve created. 

He accepts a bribe of some rare merch you won at a claw machine a few weeks ago. He wants to keep the painting, he’d buy it off of you, but he feels too... egotistical if he does that, like he’s obsessed with himself, which couldn’t be further from the truth 

In reality, it’s you he’s obsessed with, and that painting was created with your own two hands, so that’s mostly why he wants it.  

Satan ♥ 

“You need an art model? And you came to me first, out of all of my brothers? MC... you’re such a flatterer. Of course, I’ll pose for you.” 

He’s not against going nude, but he would appreciate if he could have a plant or a book over his crotch. He says it’s for the sake of leaving something to the imagination, like a book that’s left open ended. After all, MC, not everything is supposed to be tied up nice and neat. 

He’s a great model, he chooses an easy yet elegant pose, the simplicity of his stance makes the painting flow together nicely. 

He chooses to lay on his hip with his elbow propped up against a stool covered in a velvet blanket, with around five or six books scattered around him. 

You both have come to the conclusion that a cat isn’t the most, er... willing, model. So, he settled for a few pictures of cats in the middle of the chaos of books.  

He asks for breaks every 20 minutes or so, to just stretch out and chat with you a little bit. Outside of breaks, he keeps his form very nicely and doesn’t fatigue easily 

He finds the atmosphere actually very calm and comforting, especially with you in the room. For once, it kind of feels like the wrath constantly just beneath his skin’s surface is becoming a little less noticeable.  

Maybe you two should do art therapy together. Could you teach him how to paint, MC? He would love to learn with you.  

After the painting is finished, he’s in awe, you encapsulated the scene perfectly. Whatever your art style is, he can’t help but praise it. There’s just something about the way that you painted this that resonates with him on a more personal level.  

A part of him wants to keep the painting to himself, or to convince you to hang it in your room.  

He will brag about being your muse, or at least point it out every once in a while. 

To keep Mammon in check when he reminds everyone about being your ‘first man’, to remind Belphie that his napping partner chose him for a painting 

He’s not super egotistical, but he does enjoy the fact that you painted him of all people. And by dad, did it look great. 

Asmodeus ♥ 

“Of course, you would want me to be your muse! Who else would you choose? MC, you must be so grateful that there’s a model in this house who you can use to bring your imagination to life. I’m so excited!” 

He pretty much gets on his hands and knees and begs you to let him do the painting nude. You can find a compromise, though. Lingerie, a very intricate and outfit as gorgeous as him will also make do. 

Similar to Lucifer, Asmo uses few to no props. Perhaps he’ll pose with a flower, but he believes that there shouldn’t be any distractions from his perfect body, he should be the one and only focus. 

Oh. My. Dad. He has such a hard time picking a pose to stick with “would it be better if I showed off my back? Oh, but my face and chest are so beautiful, too! MC, you should pose me! Come over here and become my sculptor!” 

He literally lets you “sculpt” him to your desired post, standing there while you carefully adjust his limbs to the correct pose. 

I know I said that Satan was a great model, but Asmo might even be better. After all, this isn’t his first rodeo. And not just with paint, either. 

You need breaks more than him, honestly. He stays perfectly still aside from his mouth,  

Pour him some demonus and let him gossip while you paint him, this will be the best day you’ve ever had, MC! 

He’s fine with you selling it, but you hanging it in your room would be amazing, too. The thought of his face somewhere else makes his heart melt  

After you’re done, he can’t help but gawk at how well you managed to encase, well, him. 

A kiss for payment, MC?  

“Right here!” He says as he points to his lips, winking. 

If not, Grimm is a fair payment, too, oh! Or a picture of you and him for Devilgram! Or a picture of you and him for Devilgram, but kissing! 

Beelzebub ♥ 

“I’ve never been a muse before, but I would give it a try for you, MC.” 

Sweetest man ever, he has almost zero questions about this whole ordeal. 

But that one question that makes me add the “zero” is “do you have snacks while you work?” 

Be prepared to give him snacks every 10 minutes or so unless you want all hell to break loose (literally) 

He lets you choose a pose; he doesn’t really know what a good pose is, he’s used to just kind of... standing. 

He’ll go down to his boxers in terms of nudity, or he might get something to just cover his crotch, similar to Satan. 

He’s pretty good, company, unsurprisingly He's not super chatty, but he likes to hear you talk. 

He tries to find topics that you enjoy and asks you about your story with painting. He’ll do anything to hear your voice a little more, sometimes it feels like being around you satisfies his hunger a little. 

He’ll tell you about Fangol, the rules, stories of his time playing the sport, his practice days and times. Possibly with the hope that you’ll decide to visit him during practice. 

He isn’t all too squirmy, and he’s good at keeping his pose. He does watch your arm very intently while you paint, trying to imagine what could possibly be going on behind that canvas of yours.  

You also might find him just staring into your eyes if he can see them.  

He might start talking about Belphie, or his brothers. He speaks fondly of different memories he has with all of them, and the conversation might even slide over to Lilith, as it often does.  

He could listen to you talk for hours about your life in the human world. Your pets, your family, the food you eat there. He seems really interested if you mention that your family often has big dinners together. Eating with the people you’re close to? That sounds like his type of family.  

If not, that’s fine, too. He considers you family, and he knows that all of the other brothers do as well. And you all eat meals together a lot, so he’s glad you can experience that.  

The snack breaks don’t take long at all, which is another plus. He inhales whatever snack you give him (do not make the mistake of giving him pistachios with the shell on. He will eat the shell.) 

He loves the painting when he sees it. He just smiles and looks between you and the painting for a few minutes, almost amazed that your hands could create something like this. Sometimes he wonders if you’re actually a human. 

He doesn’t really care what you do with the painting. He doesn’t mind the idea of you keeping it in your room or selling it. He would definitely want a picture of you if you ever were to make a self-portrait, but he isn’t too inclined to keep a painting of himself. 

For payment, quality time and maybe a dinner date with you would be all he’d need. And if it isn’t too much trouble, could you also invite Belphie? 

Belphegor ♥ 

“...Do I look like a model to you?”  

He acts like he hates the idea, but it doesn’t take much convincing for him to let you paint him. 

Can he sleep? Or at least be sitting or lying down while he poses? Yeah? Good. 

He doesn’t care how he poses; you can choose if you want. Just as long as it’s comfy.  

Do you want him to pose nude? Yeah, sure, whatever. Sounds good, MC, just as long as the room’s not too cold. 

He’s really a pushover when it comes to the whole thing; like a ragdoll. You can really do whatever, he’ll be fine as long as he’s comfortable. 

If he’s not sleeping, he’s pretty okay company. He lets you do most of the talking, though, he’s curious about you and your life. 

Eventually, the conversation can and will shift to talking shit about Lucifer, or scheming ways to prank him. 

Putting salt in his coffee, slowly taking stuffing and feathers out of his pillow, putting condiment packets below the midsole of his shoe? You name it, he’s thought of it.  

He doesn’t shift a whole lot, just kind of sits there and watches you perform your craft 

He’ll also rant about Lord Diavolo. He says that bringing you to the Devildom might be the only good thing he’s done on a whim in a while.  

Really, he’s angry at life a lot, maybe enough to give the avatar of wrath a run for his money. 

Despite his anger, he doesn’t really have it in him to hate any of his brothers or Lord Diavolo, regardless of how annoying they all can be.  

He’s totally ready to tell you about embarrassing things the brothers have done when they were younger. You’re going to hear all about how Mammon got sucked up by a mud puddle on a camping trip, or how Lucifer got drunk on demonus one night at the fall and got swindled into doing a karaoke duet with Lord Diavolo. The only brother who gets any mercy is Beel. 

He’s such a brat. A lovable brat, but a brat nevertheless. 

Once he sees the painting, he loves it. Usually, he’s not one to like, ogle over his own body or anything, but damn did you make him look good. Or was that just because it was painted by you? 

Oh yeah pretty please hang it up in your room. He would love to know that something that reminds you of him is constantly in your room, in plain sight.  

You owe him a week’s worth of naps, by the way. It’s only natural.  

[kaaytea]

heyoooo! could u write hcs for akaashi, tsukki, iwa and kuroo where the reader is the manager for their respective clubs and they have a crush on her and one day she falls asleep on their shoulder pretty pleaseeee (thank you so much in advance if you write this one <3)

Sleepyhead

⤷Includes: Akaashi, Kuroo, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi

Warnings: fem pronouns

A/n: This is such a cute idea, wtf. Also first post of 2022! Thank you for requesting, anonnie <3

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Akaashi

Akaashi is a gentleman ™

He's always respectful around the managers, but you?!

He's one his best behavior

You hadn't noticed the stark difference between his kindness directed to you and his normal courteous behavior, but all of his friends sure did

Now normally, the 3rd gym descends into complete and utter chaos and Akaashi usually goes along with Kuroo and Bokuto's dumbassery

But girl, the moment you walk in asking if you can hang with them, he is remembering his manners real quick

He sort of distances himself from Bo and Kuroo's humor, brushing off the silly remarks the best he can

Akaashi takes a small break and sits (very nervously) beside you to watch the captains work with—and subsequently taunt—Tsukki

As stated earlier, Akaashi is a very nice, refined person when around you, but the second he feels the weight of your head on his shoulder his mind is oUt the window

What does he do? It would be rude to wake you, but does letting you sleep on his shoulder without consent mean he's taking advantage of the situation for his own pleasure?!

Lord, someone help this overthinking, trainwreck of a setter. Not everything is so deep, Akaashi 🙄

Bruh the second Bo and Kuroo spot his predicament he is STEWING in embarrassment.

Bo and Kuroo are actual 5 year olds, don't let their height and builds fool you

So Bokuto and Kuroo are just pointing and snickering at Akaashi, even Tsukishima is trying to hide his amusement

Kaashi just sighs and looks down at your sleeping form. You're honestly adorable and he can't help the shy, blushy smile that crosses his face

Staying true to his gentlemanly persona, he'd drape his fukurodani jacket over you to protect you from the chill in the night air

and maybe, MAYBE he'd lay his head on yours and take a short nap aswell

Kuroo

As captain, it is his duty to make sure the team's only manager is taken care of

He is not risking losing one of the only pillars of stability Nekoma has, because without you they would be a mess

And slowly his "I'm the captain, so the reason I'm so invested in you is to solely discuss team stuff" turns into "I'm the captain, but I have a huge crush on my team's manager and use practice as an excuse to talk with her."

He's a mess, really

Kuroo often finds himself staying after hours to help you sort through some of your manager duties

He honestly does feel bad that you're the only manager and have all of this extra work on top of assisting during practice, so he helps out when he can

And ya know, obviously does it to have Lev-free conversations with you (that boy is always on you the second practice starts, it's like you're his babysitter rip)

Because you stay so late, Kuroo rides the train with you to make sure you get home safe

You were against him accompanying you on your train ride because his house is closer to campus than your's, which ment he was staying out longer than necessary, but he had his heart set on this, so you literally couldn't get him to stop

So it's the middle of winter, you're on the train wrapped up in a cozy coat, the train is softly bumping along annnnd you fall asleep!

Where else would you fall asleep other than Kuroo's shoulder, like c'mon

Poor Tetsu was just texting his dad saying he'd be home a bit late and then he feels you slump against him

The way his heart JUmPed! when he looked down to see you snuggled against him

To make it more comfortable for you, he put his arm over your shoulder (respectfully ofc)

He was dying on the inside, let's be real. Kuroo is anything but a play boy and having you fall asleep on him was making it feel like his heart was about to explode

He was so sad when the train arrived at your stop. Like, it physically hurt to wake you up from your peaceful slumber

You apologized a million times, but he just brushed it off and stupidly said: "We should do it again sometime."

Yeah, he cringed at that the whole way back to his house

Tsukishima

Ah yes, emotionally distant guy who has a massive crush on the new manager. What could go wrong?

Listen, Tsukki tried so hard not to fall for you, but in the end your charm won over his heart

In secret of course !! He hasn't told a soul about his little crush (although, he assumes Yams knows because why wouldn't his best friend notice?)

And Yamaguchi totally knows, which is why he specifically sat next to Hinata on the way back from the Tokyo training camp, leaving Tsukki to sit in the only empty seat—the one next to you

Tsukishima sent his friend a weak glare (and Yams just sent him a smile and cute wave back) before sitting beside you

He didn't want to be awkward, so Tsukki did the only thing that would keep him from making a fool of himself

Slipping on his headphones and pretending you weren't centimeters away from him

Sure it might be a tad bit rude, but you were absorbed in whatever you were reading on your phone so . . .

Just as the sun started to sink in the sky was when things took a bit of a turn

Tsukishima was just minding his business, listening to music, and trying not to burst into a blushing ball whenever your shoulder brushed his arm

But OF COURSE the universe had to mess with him and you gently slumped against him, out like a light

He is stiff, sitting completely ram. rod. straight.

He is so uncomfortable—not because you make him uncomfortable, but because he has little to no experience with girls and he doesn't know what to do in the situation and wOw do you look cute with your cheek squished up against him and—

You start falling forwards when the bus slows and your face is just about to smack into the seat in front of you before Tsukki panics and grabs your shoulder

Which saves you from hitting your head, bit also wakes you up

It takes you a few seconds to put together where you are and then you notice Tsukki's hand on your shoulder, so you just kind of look at him like 🤨

He stumbles through an explanation of what happened (all while have flushed cheeks)

He left out the whole you sleeping against him part, so in your mind he just saved you from getting a face full of bus seat

So you thank him and lean against the window to continue your nap

(which Tsukishima is honestly a bit disappointed by because he was hoping you'd find your way onto his shoulder again)

Iwaizumi

This poor guy

Whenever a member of the Seijoh 4 has a crush, it's a recipe for disaster

It's constant teasing and making saucy remarks

At this point Iwa has considered slamming his head into the wall more than once

Like it's a BATTLE to get through practice because Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa won't stop poking fun at him

What's worse is they made him blush so hard once, that you came over and put your hand on his forehead because you genuinely thought he had a fever

Yeah, so Iwa's already been through hell and back because of his innocent crush

Boy was he wrong about that because the worse was yet to come

Aoba Johsai was watching one of Karasuno's matches to get a feel for how much they've improved and such

So the entire team is in the stands and of course, Iwaizumi's friends being the absolute shits they are, force him to sit next to you

Which isn't a problem, he's rather friendly with you already, so it's not that big of a deal, but listening to his friends snicker at something so normal is annoying

Anyways, you had been completely beat after wrangling the entire team into the gym, so you couldn't care less about watching Karasuno and were out the second you sat down

Which then resulted in using Iwaizumi's shoulder as a pillow

Iwa was . . . Surprisingly ok?? Honestly he was just happy you were getting some sleep after putting up with the team the entire morning

But ya know, you didn't look all that comfortable smooshed up against him, especially because you were still clutching your clipboard to your chest

So, doing what he thought was a kind gesture, Iwaizumi slipped the clipboard from your hands and placed his arm on the back of the seat so you'd be more comfortable

The only problem was that his friends had all turned to watch him and had the most childish smirks on their faces

If you weren't peacefully sleeping on his side, Iwaizumi would have definitely punched Oikawa for saying: "Settle down, Iwa. Not in public~"

[slothspaghettiwrites]

How would lee feel abt a shy, plus size reader?

🥺🥺🥺 okay I'm sorry this took so long and also if this is extra self indulgent. It just ya know hit me right in my feels as a plus sized lady. (Daddy kink, pepsi cups, smut adjacent, dirty talk, dry humping.)

Honey Buns

It takes Lee three whole weeks of straight up flirting and asking you out for you to finally say yes to a date.

You can't believe someone who is as handsome and important as the sheriff would wanna date you.

Your first date is a Trainwreck™.

You feel horribly awkward and spill food on your nice dress and Lee is so calm about the whole thing it makes you even more nervous.

When he kisses your cheek goodnight on your doorstep, you feel like your gonna melt.

He finds you at work the next day and asks for a second date. Its sweet and embarrassing and your coworkers tease you relentlessly about it.

This date goes really well, and so do the next ten dates.

It's "date" number 13 that Lee tries doing anything more than necking.

You have seen plenty of ruined pepsi cups in the front seat of that cruiser, but there is a big difference between a hand job with clothes on and being a bit touch feely and full blown sex.

Do you want it? Yes. Does the very idea of this beautiful man seeing you in any state of undress make you wanna run for the hills? Yes.

So Lee does what Lee does best.

Runs head long into things with very little thought, honestly.

He shows up at your house unannounced and asks if you wanna have breakfast.

It's 11pm at night. You are not about to make breakfast, you wanna go to bed.

“Perfect, let's go to bed and I can make us breakfast in the morning Honey.”

And he just sorta barges in, and start taking off his jacket and shoes while you stand there in you nightgown and robe trying to not explode.

When you give him the incredulous look of 'what the fuck are doing Sheriff Bodecker?', he just smiles real big and starts leading you to the bedroom.

It takes him a few tries to actually find your room, you don't sleep in a closet or the bathroom Lee.

But he is determined and gets into your bedroom.

You are embarrassed and would really prefer he go home and y'all can meet at the diner for breakfast before work. But he ain't having it.

Lee knows you want him. He can tell when he kisses you and get all soft on him, can tell when you got your hand around his cock and your face pressed again neck and your hips roll with the motion. He pretty sure you don't even know you're doing that.

He wants to give you pleasure, has tried to, but whenever he starts sliding your skirt up or pulling at your top, you pull away and tell him goodnight.

"Look, Sweetheart, I know I want this, I have wanted since I first laid eyes on ya, but I need to know." He lean in close, noses brushing together. "Do you want this?"

You take a deep breath, try to steady your shaking hands, and you tell Lee that yeah you do want him and this. 

You’re just scared, worried he’ll see you and then leave you for some prettier

So Lee takes it real slow, he can see your trembling. 

He kisses you real sweet, moves you both to bed so he can sit down and pull you on to his lap.

When you go a bit stiff, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you further into him.

He does everything he can to feel all of you even if it's through his uniform.

Your hips start moving after a few more kisses, Lee hands eagerly slide under your robe and nightie to feel you plush thighs.

And god the sounds you make, the little noises you're pouring into his mouth make him wanna forget about going slow.

But he is a man of his word, he's not gonna rush you. If this is where the evening ends, well he'll take it.

This is the most of you he's seen and God of help him if he isn't addicted already.

"Honey," he breaks the kiss off only for you to bury your face in his shoulder. "Don't get shy on me now baby, you can feel how much I want ya, can't you. Ya feel how hard your making Daddy, honey buns? Fuck I want ya so bad, you want me too don't ya?"

And god yes do you want him. You wanna shout from the roof how much you want your daddy, Sheriff Lee Bodecker, to ruin you.

But all you can muster up is a jerky little nod, you fingers fisting in his shirt.

"Wanna here you say the words honey, tell me what you want."

Well that's easy for Lee to say, he's constantly chewing your ear off, whispering all the dirty things he'd do to ya or talking about future plans.

"I," you gulp down a tremor in your throat. "I want you fuck me, Daddy."

"Naw, honey baby, Daddy's gonna make love to ya real sweet, make sure you know how much he loves you, gonna take ya apart piece by piece until you can think about is me, til there ain't a single thought in your pretty little head. Daddy's gonna love on you until you realise just how much I need ya baby."

[mercurade]

Beneath The Click

Summary: tapping and swiping on your phone was different, actually talking and hearing him right now?... Not so much.

Pairing: Mammon x F!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers from various lessons of Obey Me!, Cursing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Notes: This is one pairing fanfic only, the relationship with other brothers are mostly platonic.

Chapter 1 - Meeting

There were bright lights hanging above him, the succubi wanting his attention but he kept pushing them away and downing himself on a few glasses of Siren Tears. He grabbed himself a second batch of Hellsauce ramen with extra guardian eyes and newt legs, before rolling his eyes at the Corpse Rock song blaring across the Devildom Den.

It was the most boring night club in all Devildom, simply because there are no gang fights, no drunken arguments, and no gambling. The only thing they are allowed to do so is dance, mingle, and get drunk. Those who accidentally shouts or at least speaks in higher tone, is immediately thrown out by the school patrol.

It was specifically requested by Diavolo, to at least let the Demons mingle with one another and get the Angels, interested in the way demons are. Diavolo loves honesty, and yet, even Mammon can agree that the Devildom Den isn't a good light to show to the Angels and get them to be friends with Demons.

But now, he can't bring himself to care. He just wants to drink out all the pressure, the hurt, and the words, fuck, especially the words. He had just gotten into another round of Bullying the Hell Out of Mammon™ session with his brothers and it succeeded, as always, in making Mammom storm out in anger and fly to the Devildom Den. The Siren Tears exploded in his throat, quite like fangs biting across his esophagus and getting drowned into his stomach for all he care, there the Siren Tears began to bubble up, as if there were sirens crying inside him.

It was his favorite drink, because at least, someone cries for him. He didn't know when it actually started, but it had been so long ago, millenniums, even, when his brothers began their endless teasing on him that lasts for days. He just ignored it, of course. He let them bully him, ignore him, and just plainly hurt him, if that's what makes them happy.

Mammon never liked to tell about his feelings, he'd rather have someone else do that for him. And so, he downs another Siren Tears before getting up from his seat. There were three witches eyeing him up and down. Of course, he was still the Avatar of Greed, the second eldest based on power and he can definitely charm anyone if he wants to.

But Mammon never found the idea of doing so. He "liked" some demons, gone out a few dates but never really went past the kissing and the saying of i love you's because Mammon fears that they were only after his money.

He ignored the three student witches and staggered out of the Devildom Den. He morphed into his demon form, his wings fluttering upon release and he breathed out the bloodied scent of Devildom.

"Ya, tha's what I'm talkin' 'bout."

He groaned, stretching the wings oit completely and flew into the dark skies, away from the Devildom Academy.

And he fucking regrets that right now. The cries of the Sirens now are inside his head, screaming and thrashing in his mind, making him dizzy.

"Ugh, fuckin' hell."

He muttered, blinking blearily at the sight before him. It was a golden and red hue, he doubled over thinking it was his glasses making him see that before heaving himself up the ground and feeling his face.

"Ah, eh?"

Mammon rubbed his eyes, and blinked once more, everything becoming clear.

"Oh my Diavolo."

Just a couple more miles and he's already at the Human World Border. How the fuck did he managed to fly towards the Human World? It's atleast a day away of flying when coming from the Academy. Mammon prides himself in being the fastest demon, even going above Lucifer and Diavolo. Yet, he can't fathom that drunk him would just fly into the border, and shi-, if he probably had drunk more, he would be at the Human World.

Agh, this is all his fault. This is definitely why his brothers call him StupidMammon or Idiot, the simple capital I in that already spikes towards him, and nothing more. He's still so drained from flying and the drinks, and yet, he can't help but worry with not attending class today.

It was the day that Diavolo introduces the human exchange student. The demon exchanged for her was Belphegor, according to Lucifer, Belphie living in the Human World can help him expand his views on what humans truly are and the virtues they carry.

Ha.

Even Lucifer had lost his virtues a long time ago, all of them had lost it. Drowned in pits of pride, greed, envy, and more, virtues in them had been swept away just like when they fell from the Celestial Realm.

He patted his arms and his pants. Transforming back into a human had always been messy, especially when he flew to the borders and saw the Red River. It was a sort of name to the Human World Border, where the sun meets the edge of Devildom, the closest to a sunset any demon or sinner can see. It wasn't beautiful in anyway to Mammon, it made him remember the bloodshed, the fangs protruding out of his mouth, and the voice.

"Let it all out, my creation."

He froze, fuck, even from the deepest pit of hell he can still hear the demon king. The painful twists and bends of his sheer being. It's still all there. His head was swirling again, this time, not from the alcohol. No, this so much worse.

Then, his D.D.D rang.

The name was already shining brightly on the screen, Lucifer.

"Shit."

Knowing Lucifer would just find him anyways with his familiar if Mammon doesn't answer, he clicked it immediately.

"Yoooo."

He greeted, trying to appear nonchalant and making it seem like he's not at the Devildom Border, suffering a hungover and hungry. On the other side, a timid, shy "Hi." came to his ears. He immediately knew that it definitely wasn't Lucifer. It was a sweet, soft voice, as if trying to make themself small, and he blamed his hunger for his stomach doing backflips at the sound of the voice.

"Huh? Who the hell are ya? You ain't Lucifer."

"I'm a human."

Huh? A human, what could a human want right now from him?

"Geez, I was here gettin' all chilly, thinkin' it was Lucifer again. Ya shoul've told me sooner!"

He scolded, trying to scare the human away. The human didn't reply for a bit and he immediately felt guilty. Changing the topic, he gave a small smile and asked,

"So! What business have ya got with THE Great Mammon?!"

He heard a small laugh, and it gave him dragonclouds floating and biting his heart. Shit, he definitely would make way for a hellsauce ramen.

"You will be in charge of me from now on."

What. Wait, what? That's just crazy.

"No way, there's nothin' in it for me. And whaddya even mean 'in charge of you'?"

He was already making his way down the gates of hell, he waved a bit to Virgil and the Grim Reaper who rolled his eyes at them. Eh, who can blame them, millions of humans crossing the gates of hell every day and begging for forgiveness. As the line on the other end die a bit due to him flying, he had a little time to think about the voice on the other end. Human and he'll be in charge of her.

Oh.

"Ah! You're the Human!—" He choked in shock, shit- "The exchange student!"

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Maybe he can buy more time, all he gotta do is act stupidly and pretend he doesn't know what the human is talking about.

"Well, g'luck with tha'."

He was actually a bit surprised. The human is kind of patient with him, if this is anyone of his brother's, they would have ranted out at how stupid he is that he can probably be already in RAD but they aren't finished telling a story of the time Mammon acts stupid.

"Lucifer called for you."

Oh, well, what would even lead someone to actually talk to him on their will. It's usually just when Lucifer asks for them.

"Pfft. Whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would listen to ya' just cause you're tryin' to scare me with a little name?"

He was already by the fifth gate of hell, where he can already see the Hocus Pocus shop. Just a few more minutes and he'd be in RAD.

"You got 10 seconds. 10... 9..."

Oh shit.

"YESSIR!"

---

You moved the phone at an arm's length from you with the scream from the other side.

"Ah, that's strange. Mammon would usually not answer when it is my number calling him."

Lucifer spoke beside you, a small smirk playing in his lips. You tried your best not to blush, you heard Mammon, your favorite demon amongst the brothers. You heard his voice, not just through your phone that is connected as an app that you know is some sort of programmed response. This is him. The Great Mammon. You were still staring into space, you tried your best to get your head focused and not give away anything. Who knows what would happen with you if you are almost like Barbatos with your knowledge about the Devildom and the experiences it has. The sound of doors banging open made its way to you and Lucifer winced a little at the sound.

"It seems like the idiot had arrived as well."

The meeting room opened, and the certain white-haired demon, wearing the messily arranged clothing. His jacket was opened and shortened to his hips. His cape was also shortened, with slight tatters on the side. The Student Council badge proudly laying on his right shoulder. His yellow tie was crooked and you are so tempted to walk over him and fix the tie, knowing that in a few days that would send him in a blushing and sputtering mess.

"HEY! Just who do you think you are, human? You've got a lot of nerve summoning the Great Mammon!"

You really can't help it.  He is just so damn cute that you smiled widely upon seeing him. It sent Barbatos to raise an eyebrow at your actions, he can read your actions in a more critical manner than Diavolo and Lucifer. Satan would've noticed, if Mammon didn't continue his little rant at you.

"Listen up, because I am only gonna say this once. If you value your life, then you'll hand all of your money now. Otherwise, I'll wipe that stupid happy-go-lucky look right off your face... by... eating you! Startin at your head and working my way down until-"

Lucifer was also watching you, wondering when will you flinch but you didn't. You were somewhat giggling but also silent. Even so, he thought you'd be as scared as how you were with him when you woke up.

"Mammon, shut up or i'll punch you!"

Before Mammon could reply, Lucifer already did.

"GAH! OW!"

You were woken up from Mammon's scream and Satan took it as a way to give you a small smile and gesture over his brother while Mammon screech at Lucifer's actions.

"MC, Mammon here is the Avatar of Greed. He governs and oversees all form of it. When he takes liking to someone, they'll suddenly be surrounded with money and when he decides to break it off, all the money evaporates and they are left without a single Grimm."

You looked down at yourself, shit. The Grimm, you truly forgot about that one. 

"And he is also a masochist. That part is important."

Asmodeus laughed behind you, his light pink hair and strong scent getting near you as he walked over. Lucifer spoke once more before Asmodeus can keep teasing his brother.

"Mammon, you are going to be in charge of seeing this human's needs during the whole exchange and I expect your full cooperation."

Asmodeus perked up behind you.

"Awh, I'm so jealous of you, Mammon!"

"Then why don't you do it, Asmo?!"

"Hell no, too lazy."

It kind of reminded you of Belphegor when Asmodeus said that. You felt cold, wondering if you would still follow through the voice, knowing Belphegor was there or just get it over with and call Lucifer out on his bullshit. Would you able to pact Satan and Asmodeus if you did that, though? Would you want to pact with them?

You aren't sure.

"Helllloooo? Earth to human? Are you even listening to me? What's wrong with this one?"

You flinched, forgetting that you are with them. Shit, will you be really attending classes now? What about the dance battles?

"We had decided with who is in charge of you. Now, on to the next subject, your tasks."

Lucifer spoke, Mammon indignantly shouting behind him.

"Will I get tests?"

Your mind was still backtracking on how to deal with the dance battles or if you'll actually suffer through classes instead.

"Good question... You would, but your main task is to polish your soul up nicely and resist demons."

Oh yeah, then what if they can't resist you?

"My soul?"

You asked, still feigning ignorance.

"Demons like humans with nice souls. Think of it this way, human souls are like shiny jewels. Demons will use their wisdom and powers to tempt you and get their hands on your soul."

You vaguely remembered the time you made a pact with him. You remembered trying out saying yes then refusing him, only for it to end up in the same result. Will it also happen here?

You aren't quite sure.

"What happens if I lose?"

You don't feel as confident anymore. Of course it isn't just you swiping on your phone anymore, this is really real. Dealing with them, 24/7 and talking with them in real life, not just chatting them because you finished one task or because you had leveled up your intimacy with them.

"There is no penalty in that. Unless you would want me to create one for you, hm?"

His sadistic side gave you goosebumps, making you give him a bemused expression.

"There, there, don't give me that look. My brothers and I will lend you our powers throughout your stay in Devildom."

You were waiting for him to say dance battles, but instead, he held out his hand to you, eyes dark and as if there's secrets beneath them tempting you to uncover.

"Why don't you try it out, MC?"

;

Parts: Part 2

[heffrondriving]

Hi, I recently rejoined the fandom and I wanted to let you know your blog has given me immense btr comfort. Thank you for the BTR chaos! I've always wanted to reach out but I'm shy so I'm hiding behind anonymous lol

oooh heya hello welcome back and i really hope you enjoy your stay!!! *gives u warm hugs and lots of free cookies* it's always such a joy to see rushers both new and old rekindling their love for this amazing boymanband, we're all here for it ～(つˆДˆ)つ｡☆

but pls not me doing the shocked pikachu face but with extra tears™ bc i cannot comprehend the fact that my silly blog gives anyone comfort like??? this is like a concentrated hub for pure emotional distress??? and "btr chaos" is a such a gentle way of putting the truly unhinged going-ons in here hahaha 😂 but seriously, thank you so much and also pls pls pls feel free to have a chat with me if you ever feel like it! (fair warning: however you'll run the risk of having to put up with my slow rambling awkwardness. exhibit a, this .-.) tbh getting to interact with other rushers is genuinely the best part of running this blog for me, it wouldn't be as fun otherwise and i couldn't do it without you guys. all of you are infinitely cooler than this moron grandpa mf goofball of a hooman being and i'll never not get excited hearing from everyone bc your messages, asks, tags etc. mean the world to me <3

ayt that's enough from me before i cause more btr turmoil muehee ( ‵▽′)ψ thank you again for being such a darling but also i'm suing u for melting me into a squeeing goop /j i really hope you have a wonderful day (bc you certainly made mine :'>), stay hydrated and stream dale pa' ya for self-care, and ily!!! 💕

[missjoolee]

16) Character A is in a boyband/girl group/90’s pop group. What song do they cover that makes Character B swoon over them at their concert?

For Juke please!

Preoccupied. Ms. Educator. So sorry this took so long! I didn't forget about it but this ask list really made it apparent that I suck at thinking of songs when it's suddenly asked of me and so i had to let it simmer. Even so, i'm kinda modifying the ask because this is the idea I got that wouldn't let me go. SO BEAR WITH ME PLEASE (bear...bare... i think it's bear) This was formatted by some...sort... of logic. i think. There are footnotes now so enjoy haha. I'm a mess.

So you know how sometimes, at music awards shows, they have two artists perform their hit songs in a mashup? (i'm thinking about the Gangnam Style/2 Legit 2 Quit mashup circa 2012). WELL.

Awards season is coming up in a few months and both Sunset Curve and Pop Group, ummm, Mariposas(it might be a working name) have been invited to perform. However due to time constraints, they only have enough time for them to do a remix/mashup of their songs and perform them together. While Marioposas agreed readily, Sunset Curve's acceptance* took an extra day or two to roll in. and the award show people are like "N i c e. we will get a composer to arrange the mashup and get the music to everyone for rehearsing purposes soon.

Not even a week later, Sunset Curve gets a visitor at their rehearsal space. Dressed in Funky Jeans™, glasses, and with hair in a double dutch braid** ponytail, she introduces herself as Julie Molina from Mariposas, come to discuss their collaboration.

Luke: I thought they were sending us the music???

Reggie, grabbing his wallet and keys: Well i'm gonna go pick up some chinese food if we are writing. need fuel for the brain, ya know?

Alex, always a bit concerned to leave Reggie to his own devices, points aggressively at Luke: BEHAVE. Be nice. Julie Molina doesn't need your dramatics: And then he leaves with Reggie

Julie: I know they have people already working on our performance piece, but I had an idea and I just want to see if it'd amount to anything. May I?

She gestures at the keyboard set against the wall. Luke steps back, allowing her access. AND THEN SHE PLAYS. and it's Long Weekend but it's definitely got more pop qualities now and it doesn't suck like Luke would have thought. And then she turns on him with a challenging glint in her eyes.

"I was thinking instead of us playing our own songs, we each cover the other's song instead. Let you put your rock spin on Placeholder***. and then we would workshop them until they either make a killer mashup or it doesn't. If that's the case, we have the official awards show writers version to fall back on."

Luke's understandably a bit in awe, he assumed most pop stars were more a face and voice and not much else, but Julie is already knocking down those stereotypes in his brain, proving that she is a Musician. She came up with her arrangement of Long Weekend in just days. Imagine what they could come up with in the weeks to come. Because of course they are going to attempt this. He doesn't back down from music related challenges easily****

By the time the Reggie and Alex return with food, Luke and Julie are already deep in the creation process, the chorus of Placeholder being picked out on Luke's guitar. Neither notice the guy's entrance.

Weeks go by and they have a song they both are pretty proud of and then then it's rehearsals separate, practicing the new respective parts of the song for each group. And let's say that there is a... longing***** felt in the absence of the other but they just attribute it to working with someone who gets music the same as they do. who's on the same level as the other.

Finally it's the big day! and neither will admit the thrum of excitement they feel when they see each other, all dressed up to perform for a room of their peers and for millions at home watching from their tv sets. They say it's just excitement and nerves for the song. There are a lot of side eyes tossed between Reggie and Alex. The Mariposas ladies politely agree with Julie but they are definitely checking out the guys because if Julie doesn't want to admit something is there, maybe they have a chance (it's not like they were all that close)

Then it's performance time and the audience is silenced by a familiar intro, but it's coming from a guitar with a little bit of distortion, and then Luke is singing. and he's been channeling his frustrations from his parents trying to get him to go into a career they deemed "safe", one that promised security but isn't fulfilling, instead of supporting his passion into his cover of Placeholder and Julie's heart pangs for him. But she doesn't have time to reflect on that before Mariposas entrance to the song arrives and she has to sing.

And then it's Luke's heart's turn to pang because she really was amazing. Taking his song about the joys of a long weekend with those he loves and turning it on its head into a melancholic pseudo-ballad, that fits snuggly in with the harsher rock tones they were playing. All because she was using it as a song of remembrance to long weekends with her mom before she passed away*******. and as they come up to the end of the song, Luke drifts upstage to share a mic with Julie and they switch back to their own songs for the last measures and the rest of the mariposas fade back and all that's left is a final extended note of Luke and Julie harmonizing. (and there was so much eye contact!) honestly they both are a bit dazzled by the other. there is a standing ovation, and bigwigs in mansions are already wheeling and dealing trying to figure out how to get a real collaboration between the two groups for upcoming albums********

After the awards have all been given, they end up at the same afterparty and nobody remembers seeing them together over the course of the evening, but at some point Julie has his jacket draped over her shoulders, and then both somehow snuck out. They might have gotten away with it for some time if a candid shot of them at a 24-hr diner at 4:30am eating pancakes together hadn't printed on the front page of the tabloids the next day.

Footnotes

*(Alex: their music is really good. As pop groups go, they have have solid lyrics and the arrangements are flawless. Reggie: I'm game with whatever. Sounds fun. Luke: it's not exactly rock'n'roll *grumble*. ultimately the label makes them because ✨publicity✨)

**(i kept accidentally typing brains instead of braids. I swear i'm not a zombie!)

***(Placeholder is a song about being with someone you like but only because you can't be with the one you love, and kind of tears into societies view that being with someone, anyone, is better than being alone)(Julie may have also written it about being in a girl group when she has bigger aspirations but the group got her foot in the music industries door, but nobody but Flynn knows that)(also also, i feel like she wrote it and would only let Mariposas record it if writing credit went to her solely and not the group. She didn't write all of their songs, but her's was the hit that made fans go wild to get copies of the CD release day.)

****(Reggie and Alex have a ridiculous story about this involving a toddler's xylophone and a kazoo)

*****(Luke: No, it's not pining, Alex. Reggie: Well you are definitely sweet on her. Luke: No, we are colleagues. I won't deny her talent, because she is amazing. But it's not like that******. Strictly professional)

******(but it was like that)

*******(she may have confessed this to him one late night. She swears it was just professional integrity, but she hasn't actually let all that many people in with that information. THERE IS SO MUCH DENIAL HAPPENING HERE)

********(the collab never happens. at least not between Sunset Curve and Mariposas. But there are several between SC and Julie Molina. And when the first Punk Goes Pop album drops in the early 2000s, there is a full length cover of Placeholder by Sunset Curve)

[princess-of-the-corner]

So one thing I'm debating on in Chaos Children.

Is that. I kinda want a 'they're dumb teenagers who go to the mall and shenanigans ensue' chapter.

But I know that there is, in fact, a canon event where this happens except it goes a little extra sideways with a near death experience.

The thing I'm debating on is if I should have an entirely normal mall shenanigans chapter much sooner, or if I save it until the canon event and have the mall shenanigans be what's happening while Izuku is dealing with That Situation™

I mean I could do both but like. Fuck it ya know?

[charmspoint]

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THINGS LIKE THIS TO SUBMIT TO YOU YASSS

3 12 15 19 23 (cautiously avoids 18)

I love reading the Lucy Rambles™ ok?

jk do 18 too (pls ily)

Frappe loves reading my rambles >:3 I love rambling >:3 win win situation <3<3<3<3

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year?

The hardest at the beginning yas. I have such a terrible memory for lines and stuff hgvhh uhhh first thing that comes to mind is one I didn't post yet from Satoru's prequel that is impossible to explain without giving away like...the plot...just know it's sad and I like Toji in it, that's it.

More concretely I really liked writing the fluff scene in Cannibalization of the Apex ch 6, where Satoru puts so much effort into changing into something more palatable and then Suguru slowly leads him back from it, leads him back to the form that's most natural to him because he is his Satoru and he loves him just the way he is. The boys really deserved a break and it was nice to write something that was just unapologetically soft and fluffy for a fic that up until that moment had been nothing but pain.

12. favorite character to write about this year?

Should come as no surprise at all

Been brain worming about this mans whole fucking year and I'm not nearly done, please send help.

15. something you learned this year?

I FEEL LIKE I LEARNED A LOT THIS YEAR

I'd gotten comfy with outlining, I became able to write LONG STUFF (Rip), I've gotten good tips on fight scenes and general grammar stuff from my beta, I've even gotten some good tips on sex scenes lol. I've figured out how to edit my work better, how to recognize when a scene needs to be cut or reworded instead of stubbornly trying to make it work, just a lot of little things that I think will make my writing smoother in long term. Before last year I've been struggling with writing quite a bit and then by the end of it I've gotten to writing regularly once again. And a lot of my work then felt very...clumsy and unpolished and just...just gurgling out the trash you know? N I feel like this year has been me getting back to pace, flexing and stretching and figuring out all the ways in which I can move now. I'm really excited for the next year, I hope with all the things I learned this year my quality gets even better >:3

18. current number of wips?

The joke is on you because like yesterday I went and cleared out my wip folder and put everything I don't intend to work on any time soon in my hiatus folder (where my bnha fics went to rot) so as of now I have only 5 wips uwu

Recently I finished up some event stuff so that got sorted out and talentless nana readers should be happy to know assigned lesbian is still in wip folder i just...need to get kicked or something...im so sorry talentless nana fandom...

This of course doesn't count all the gang au fics gathering ideas or your request which is in a pickle jar in the back of my brain but yes uwu i got organized and cleaned everything up so I can prioritize better, new year new me.

19. any new fics to start next year?

Well today I'll be posting the fic I did for jjk exchange so there's that :3. But it's not like a pairing I usually write for so hjbjhvhj.

Next year should take a while to get started, currently I'm most intensely working on my stsg winter exchange piece (reveal early february) and then Satoru's gang au prequel which is nearing end but will take a LOT of editing so it's hard to predict when it will be out. BUT when I'm done with my exchange piece I'm planning to finally slot in dad Gojo for writing and while with Gang au I'm going to wait till I have everything written and edited (and illustrated ;3) to post, dad gojo will follow the same schedule as curse au aka 'a chapter is out as soon as it's done' so either that or my exchange piece is coming out first,

You know, unless I get inspo for a random one shot before that which is always possible.

I feel like 2022 will be a year of long term things >.< I hope the extra wait will be worth it!

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t?

Opens my hiatus folder

I think my circus AU and 7 days are the most prominent ones I thought of this year but didn't have the time for, but I think I tend to be pretty realistic about when I'll get something out so I've always expected those to take a bit longer and stretch out of this year.

7 days double especially for this because while for circus au I had a concept but knew I wouldn't get to it, I've actually started writing 7 days and I just...mmmm I think I could do better with it so I'm saving my strength for it. I think it could be really good if I give it the right attention so...no rushin.

I might use it when stsg big bang rolls around who knows >:3

Thank you for the ask ily v much <3<3<3<3

End of the year ask game

[steponmepinkjun]

So ya champ has been having a REAL BAD mental health.... year, but more specifically this week. out of curiosity how do you think the main 6 would react? (I low key think Lucio would try whatever he was doing SO HARD and fumble it SO BAD that MC ends up cheered up because it's so hilarious.)

I'm so sorry you've been struggling, sweetheart. I truly hope things get easier for you soon, and if you ever need to talk, I'm here ❤️

The LIs with a depressed mc ❤️

Asra 

He's the type to be Quietly Concerned. He recognise the signs of a sad spell early on, cause he just knows you like that, and he silently frets over you

He's not gonna insult you by acting like you're a lost cause or can't do anything for yourself, he's just gonna quietly pick up a slightly heavier load when it comes to the shop

Making sure that things are clean and tidy, that you're well fed, and your worries are down, is just his way of expressing his love and concern

Mega. Mega. MEGA snuggles. Whenever you need them. 

Will go out of his way to plan a little day trip for the two of you, maybe out to Nopal, so you can retreat from your stress and be reminded of the beauty of the world. 

Very much the type to want to let things take their natural course, but will hold your hand the whole way. You will never feel alone with Asra by your side. 

Nadia

She's no stranger to the hopelessness that can creep into our minds, and once she sees your pace slow and your shoulders slump, she knows you need some tender loving care

It's just you and her for a few days, no obligations, nowhere to be, nothing to do, just the two of you and the privacy of her wing of the palace

She'll indulge all your whims right now, no matter how silly or childish. As long as it helps you feel better. 

Makes sure to keep you hydrated and sleeping well, will call the royal physicians if your malaise doesn't abate after a day or two

While she has tonics and infusions at the ready, she'll never do more than offer them. If you need some time alone though, she will have a hard time leaving your side

If she sees you break down in tears, she cannot help but to cry, too. She'll bury her face into your neck and sob alongside you until you are both thoroughly spent and ready to hold one another tight all night long 

Julian

At first, he's a bit stricken. His Doctor mode turns on and he wants to make sure you're hydrated, well fed, warm, and know you can come to him for anything

If you need the alone time, he'll still go to work at the clinic. But only if you insist you need the space to yourself

His touches are softer than ever as he bathes you, strokes your shoulder as he reads poetry to you, strokes your face from temple to jaw while he kisses you

He's been right where are more times than he can count. And he's here if you want to talk. Hell give you advise if you need it, he'll let you yell it out, he'll even let you have a small amount of self destruction. An extra drink or two is sometimes what we need to drown out the world 

But the next morning, he's nursing you back to health, and you can't stop him

Muriel

Time to Hybernate™

He will let you run away from it all. If you wanna lay in bed cuddling all day, he's here. If you don't wanna get up to shower or cook, he'll bring your food to you and detangle your hair while you eat

Makes sure the hut is as quiet, cozy, and peaceful as possible

If you need to cry, cry into his neck while he holds you. He'll gently stroke your back and squeeze you tight while you let it all out. 

If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. He knows sometimes we all fall into a bit of a sad spell, for no reason at all

Whether you want to talk through it or not, he's here, and he's not going anywhere

Portia

She will remind you how wonderful life can be, one soft embrace and peaceful morning at a time

She will gently insist that you keep up a good and healthy routine, not sleeping too much or skipping any meals or neglecting yourself

If you're too tired to eat or play with Pepi or take a bath, she'll help you. And she'll kiss your hands and your cheeks while she does so

It's okay to sit in silence with her. While she waters the garden, you can sit on the porch with Pepi. While she cooks dinner, you can chop the vegetables. And when you go to bed, she'll squeeze you as tight as ever, even when you're too tired to tell her, "Goodnight." 

She'll gently insist that you take walks with her through the gardens, just to see the flowers and the greenery blooming. She'll take a flower from the path and tuck it behind your ear with a tender kiss to your cheek

Always asks if you want to talk, or just vent, or just lay in silence. Will give you whatever you need, no matter what

Lucio 

God he is hopeless but he is TRYING

He doesn't realize that alcohol is a depressant, he just knows champagne always cheers him up. So have a glass! 

Brings you a literal buffet every day, even when you say you're not hungry. His little pout when you won't eat the caviar almost makes you chuckle. 

He'll attempt to serenade you from the gardens when you lounge on the balcony 

Not gonna lie, when you're drowning in a Puppy Cuddle Puddle with Mercedes and Melchior, he's gonna be jealous. He knows he shouldn't be, but he wants to be buried under the cuddle pile, too! 

If he sees you crying, he'll collapse alongside you. He'll hold you in his strong arms and rock you like a baby while he coos softly into your ear. Seeing you sad breaks him in half, and comforting you is his only purpose at that moment