#you understood the reading OP thank you

[toraoistired]

Learning Japanese while watching one piece is great bc you’ll start to get some of the silly little puns and one liners (looking at you, Brook) and it’s just this every time:

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

im not op but here’s what they were talking about

https://x.com/tyusou/status/1861445048988000485?s=46&t=fZ9P-cUipVIavA5AqCWqvg

okay so everyone knows I'm not the best at responding to my ask box in an immediate manner but when I saw this pic- I had to b/c this is a masterpiece.

Which marketing person do I thank and give a kiss too for convincing them to pose like this for pc's?

Let's talk about this

This is the pic that the link sent me

And I got to say for me personally- I think the two that understood the assignment and served 'pin you against the wall' has to be Jongho and Yunho.

They both seem to understand the concept of the 'female gaze' the best with knowing what will get atiny's hot under the collar, considering it looks like these are all selfies.

Jongho for sure can't be bitchless with his pose because he gave us the proper pov position of what it would be like to be pinned BY him against a wall- he for sure has done this before.

That or he reads the comments atiny's say about his strength and is like fuck it, pin you against the wall no you ARE the wall in this picture.

Yunho for sure has also pinned ppl against a wall before, he's got the stance, the slight head cocked to the side and he filmed it near a shelf so you can imagine where about your head and shoulders would be as he pins you against the wall.

Shout out to Yeosang for capturing his hand against the wall, it may seem like it was probably on accident but he unintentionally made the pic more sexy with the hand placement.

Mingi looks like he's the one being pinned against the wall from behind (probably by Yunho) like the bottom bitch he is.

The rest just are all posing and looking like they're leaning against the wall rather than pinning you against it.

Although San does have that fuckboi pose and gaze where it looks like your back is against the wall and he's deliberately leaning over you and just staring you down whilst saying 'this party is getting kinda boring, you reckon we should get outta here? I know a nice spot just perfect for you and me'.

(But I'm biased b/c I know San isn't a fuckboi (not a huge one at least) but gawd dayum he constantly looks and acts like one).

Seonghwa didn't get it all- the wig is serving too much cunt and he's too busy on serving face (which I understand respectfully).

Who do you think served and succeeded in the 'pin you against a wall' concept?

[animehideout]

hiii, love your “your mbti, your relationship with jjk man” so i wanted to request infj and enfj if possible? thanks!

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2

a/n: Thank you anon for this request . I really hope you enjoy them 😭🫶🏻.

Also thanks to @nozaki547 and @li-m-ii for requesting INFJ, enjoy 💞

INFJ:

Megumi Fushiguro = Boyfriend.

You crave meaningful and deep connection when it's about love. You want a partner that will commit for life. And Megumi is 100% the man that would make it work. Always keeping a keen observant eye on you to make sure you're comfortable all the time. He fell for your mysteriousness, you were hard to read at first so he found you interesting, but he grew to understand you and your needs. If he senses that you're cold he'll bring you a blanket. Craving something? He's going to make/buy it for you. Like any other introvert you need your personal space, so does Megumi. So both of you respect each other's boundaries but with a protective instinct in case you need comfort. You have mutual values and both of you date to marry, so your relationship is for the long run. You expect a lot from others so he always satisfies your expectations and never disappoints. He's your ride or die.

Okkotsu Yuta =Bestfriend

Yuta is an empathetic person and INFJS value people who are compassionate and supportive during highs and lows. Without second thought Yuta would be the perfect bestie for you. He's always ready to engage into a meaningful conversations with you talking about interesting topics concerning life and your personal growth. You have a healthy friendship since both of you avoid conflicts and always work on solving any misunderstandings. You are supportive and selfless so you always make sure to be there for him and push him forward when he feels insecure. Both of you rely on each other in comforting and making each other feel understood, heard and important.

Ryomen Sukuna = Obsessed with you.

Living in Yuji's body Sukuna always observed your interaction with your friend group. He was blown away by the fact thay you crack others' exterior just by observing them. While in contrast, they know little about you. You didn't only understand them by being an observant but also knew the exact appropriate words to say in order to comfort people around you. So he switches with Yuji to manipulate you to open up. He desperately wanted to know you on a deeper level, your strengths, your weaknesses, your likes, your dislikes, your deepest secrets but as an INFJ you've always been keeping your guards up especially around him. And that what pushed Sukuna to thrive to force you open up to him. Developing an obsession and interest in you and you mysteriousness.

Mai Zenin = Antagonist.

You are a supportive and selfless person who is good at comforting others and making them feel worthy. Mai, is the complete opposite she is rude, egocentric and selfish. You help people up and she brings people down. You remain true to yourself but she lacks authenticity and always fakes her personality to try to appear better than others around her. INFJs are very observant so you couldn't help the discomfort you felt around her, you can't stand each other so you simply ignore her existence in order to avoid getting into fights.

ENFJ

Ino Takuma = Boyfriend.

ENFJs are drawn to people with a positive outlook on life who bring joy and optimism. And Ino is definitely the one. He is cheerful person who contributes to a harmonious, happy relationship. Ino is an extremely nice person, supportive and empathetic which is a common trait in you. He treats you with a huge respect and care willing to risk his life for your safety. He tends to be needy emotionally and with you valuing passionate emotional ties, you would be more than perfect together. Giving each other all the love and care needed to recharge. You're each other's number one fan. Daily encouragement words and notes are a must. He is very expressive and open about his feelings with honesty and that makes things easier for both of you especially solving issues before growing into conflicts. Ino and you consider helping people who are in need as an honorable duty which creates a sense of union and shared goals between you both you. His favorite thing to do is gaming together while he holds you close.

Gojo Satoru = Your teacher.

You're his favorite student there's no discussion in that. He likes your intellectual creativity and curiosity and how you always ask interesting questions, that also benefits other. He is a cheerful person who got a lot of energy so he appreciates the way you're like him, hyping up your classmates in class or before a missions giving them a big dose of motivation. For you it's easy to have him as your teacher, you have a flexible relationship not only the classroom but also outside school. You often hang out together and enjoy teasing Megumi. He is very open-minded and as an ENFJ you're often expressive about your issues, so he plays his role well in giving you the right advice that would help you grow. Both of you turn the classroom into a lively space mixing serious studying with the humor. He urges his student to be like you. He puts you under a lot of tests and challenges, you're a precious student for him so he wants to make sure you're strong and independent enough to succeed in both your educational and social life. Rewards you a lot, he often treats you sweets.

Geto Suguru = Ex-boyfriend.

ENFJs are givers in relationships they always make sure their partner is loved and cared for, they prioritize their loved ones in everything and of course they expect the same. But it wasn't the case with Geto. Even though he loved you he didn't show it, and always put his goals and interests first, even before you, completely neglecting your emotional needs. Being open to discussion you expressed your feelings to him, standing by your opinion but he repeated this dismissiveness leading to frustration in your relationship that ended with a breakup.

Itadori Yuji = Partner in crime.

The dynamic duo, your friendship is the source of joy for both of you. You and Yuji have an adventurous spirit willing to explore new things together with full enthusiasm, not caring about the possible risks you may face. Energetic duo, feeding on each other's optimism to keep going. You do a lot of fun outdoor activities together. A lot of people think that you are dating. During tasks you merge your efforts and skills focusing on your shared goal. Your determination is fueled by your empathy towards others. You face challenges with open arms knowing that you've got each other's backs no matter how complicated the situation could be. You always succeed in your tasks looking at each other with the proud smiles creating lasting memories.

Thanks for reading, remember this piece of writing is just for entertainment purposes, also imo, so it's not necessarily accurate ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

[spyxfamily-yapper]

applying your specific expertise to make sense of a fictional world is ALWAYS a win love this

Behind Test Subject 007: The Science of Anya’s Telepathy

Okay guys… I’m gonna come clean. I’ve had some scientific hypotheses brewing for a while now (not least to use in my fanfic, lol), but since we might be getting close to getting an Anya arc in the SxF manga, I figured that now was as good a time as any to actually try to arrange those theories in something resembling coherent and share them with you all. 

Disclaimer: I am not trying to position myself as an expert. I have studied Psychology and Cognitive Neuroscience at university level, so just for fun I ended up doing a ton of research on this, and I’ve got a lot to cover, so… wish me luck 😅 References will be embedded in the text!

Heads up that this is on the long side and complex as hell and my head physically hurts, so I’ll tackle it in sections:

Part 1: Psychology

My actual subject, but I’ll only skim over a couple of theories…

Part 2: Cognitive Neuroscience (Structural basis)

In which I will look at the individual brain areas which could be relevant to telepathy

Part 3: Cognitive Neuroscience (Functional basis)

In which I talk about how those brain areas communicate to each other

Part 4: Physics

I’ll admit, not my strongest subject, but I’ll mention a couple of theories which could be relevant

If you're ready for your brain to melt, feel free to keep reading...

Part 1: Psychology

There are 2 main theories in Psychology which could offer some explanation for Anya’s psychic abilities. 

Theory 1: Theory of Mind

In short, this describes a person’s capacity to understand other people. It is similar to sympathy or empathy, but actually it is the ability to understand that another person is different to ourselves, that they have their own desires, motivations, and thoughts, and that this is reflected in their behaviour. Even more importantly, it’s about being able to decode other’s mental states, whilst still being able to differentiate it from our own.

Any parent will know that it is a real effort to teach children about trying to understand other people’s perspectives: this is because children typically have an undeveloped Theory of Mind, and it is something that continues to develop even into adulthood. In adults, having a developed Theory of Mind helps us to understand other people’s perspectives, predict other people’s behaviour, and use both empathy and deception. 

Anya has a really strong Theory of Mind, which is actually so impressive for her young age. She understands the complex web of all the secrets: that Twilight is a spy, Yor is an assassin, Yuri is in the Secret Service, and Bond is precognisant. She also understands who knows what about each other, and how she can use all of this information to her advantage - those are some crazy cognitive skills!!

In terms of how this is related to telepathy, you could argue that someone with a strong Theory of Mind (like Anya) may be more likely to:

Understand that people have hidden feelings that they don’t show 

Demonstrate empathy for emotions 

Collate information about their likes and dislikes and past behaviour to predict future behaviour. 

If she is highly sensitive to these things, then it could look like telepathy (even if it isn’t). 

Theory 2: Hyperesthesia.

Many people will have heard of synesthesia, which is a synthesis of the senses to the extent that the sensory information overlaps, but hyperesthesia is about being highly sensitive to external stimuli of the senses such as sight, sound, taste, smell, and touch. 

I can imagine an overlap with Anya’s hyperesthesia and her Theory of Mind to pick up on the nuances of other people’s behaviour, to the extent that reading behaviour could inform the sensation of “reading minds”. 

In a science-fictional world like SxF we could imagine that hyperesthesia could stretch into the sense of extra-sensory perception, by being sensitive to the electromagnetic signals in other people’s brains (or even geomagnetic - more on that in Part 4). From this, it is possible that Anya could “read” people’s minds through deciphering the electromagnetic waveforms that people’s brains might project (more on deciphering brainwaves in Part 3…). 

Part 2: Cognitive Neuroscience - Structural Basis

I think we can all agree that Anya’s telepathic powers would largely be supported by the specific structures of her brain, especially given that Endo has already dropped hints of neuroscience in the manga, and we know that he’s very much interested in accurately depicting psychology and neuropsychology in his story. 

The best way to encourage certain brain areas to develop is by doing exercises and tasks which would use that part of the brain repeatedly: for example, consistent gymnastics practice would enhance the cerebellum, the centre of balance and motor coordination. But, I can picture the experimenters in SxF trying something a lot less… humane.

Like, experimental neurosurgery. 

For example, theoretically, they could artificially enhance certain brain areas by using a neural growth factor serum (this doesn’t exist in real life, but let’s indulge the science fiction elements for a second), and, theoretically, if the experimenters used glycoproteins as the serum’s main content (like laminins and netrins), they could control the pace and direction of neurons growing in a brain, choosing to focus on cellular growth in certain areas. Then, they would be able to view the activity of the targeted areas using functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI), and measure it with electroencephalography (EEG, see Part 3 for more on this).

If Anya ever had experimental neurosurgeries during her childhood, they would have likely focused on the following areas: 

Corpus Callosum: The corpus callosum is the thick structure of white matter that connects the two hemispheres of the brain, allowing each hemisphere to send signals to the other. With an enlarged corpus callosum, Anya would be able to process neural signals at a much faster rate, and at an increased volume, helping her to process the additional load required for telepathy.

Wernicke’s Area: Named after German neurologist Carl Wernicke, this part of the superior temporal gyrus (usually of the left hemisphere) is a major part of being able to understand language. With an enhanced Wernicke’s area, Anya would be more sensitive to decoding the neural signals associated with linguistic thoughts, effectively enabling telepathic communication through language. (As an aside, this would also give Anya an advantage in understanding other languages… which could explain her natural talent with Classical Language!)

Superior Temporal Sulcus: This is another area that is important for processing human speech, and is critical for processing social cues, such as understanding others’ intentions (including Theory of Mind!). With experimentation in the STS, Anya would be better able to decode the subtle cues in others’ brains relating to thoughts and emotions.

Inferior parietal lobule: As well as assisting in the interpretation of language and sensory information, the IPL is also involved in tasks like perspective-taking and understanding others' mental states. By increasing connectivity in this area, Anya can "tune into" the thought processes of others. It’s also well-known for its’ role in visuospatial processing, which can help Anya see visual thoughts as well.

Anterior Cingulate Cortex: This system is composed of a number of different parts of the brain, all working together to be able to process things like attention, decision making, inhibition and emotions. Most interestingly, it is associated with detecting conflicts and errors. Increased sensitivity to the ACC would likely help Anya to detect cognitive dissonance and conflicting thoughts in others (the perfect formula to eventually understand tsundere tendencies…).

Amygdala: The amygdala is often known as the centre of fear, but actually it is hugely important in threat detection, emotional processing and emotional memory. If Anya’s amygdala was enhanced, this would aid her ability to detect threats quickly, as well as her empathy skills and help her to intuit others’ emotions and thoughts. (A negative side effect of an enlarged amygdala would be that Anya may be more vulnerable to the effects of toxic stress, possibly making her less resistant to the effects of psychological trauma.)

Mirror neurons: Mirror neurons specialise in helping us to carry out and understand other people’s actions and behaviours, playing a key role in empathy and Theory of Mind. These hold internal representations of thoughts or actions, and could potentially be the key for Anya to be able to translate another person’s thoughts or intentions, assuming that she has a particularly active mirror neuron system.

Precuneus: The precuneus is really difficult to research and is super complex, so I’ll do my best to keep this simple: Located in the medial parietal cortex, this part of the brain is essential for visuospatial imagining and processing, as well as episodic memory, self-reflection, and some aspects of consciousness. I suppose the main thing is that it has a big role in mental imagery, including being able to model other people’s views, therefore helping Anya to process the mental images in other people’s thoughts.

Broca’s area: This is very much non-canon, but I imagine that if Anya ever developed the ability to project her thoughts, the Broca’s area would be key for this. While Wernicke’s area helps with speech understanding, Broca’s area is key for speech production. In my fanfic (SSS), Anya’s Broca’s area probably functioned normally for most of her life, but in the recent experiments imposed on her, the ability to project her thoughts was ‘unlocked’ through the increased activation of the Broca’s area.

Part 3: Cognitive Neuroscience - Functional basis

The thing is, it’s not enough to just know which parts of the brain work for what - there is also the question of how they connect and work together to be able to fulfil their functions. 

Think of it as the wiring which connects the parts of a computer: a motherboard, mouse, keyboard, and graphics card (as examples) are built to fulfil their specific functions, but the real magic is in how they connect and send signals between each other so that everything works smoothly.

That’s where neural oscillations come in - otherwise known as brainwaves. These are generated by the action potentials of nerve cells, and their different speeds can be measured using electroencephalography, or EEG machines, which can measure the patterns of activity across a brain.

Let’s bear in mind that I’m really skimming the surface of this subject, so I won’t go into all the types of brainwaves in too much detail, but I will focus on the ones that I think could be more relevant to Anya’s telepathy:

Gamma waves

This is the pattern of neural oscillations which are correlated with large-scale brain network activity, and are largely predominant in learning, working memory, and processing new information. In other words: gamma waves help Anya to connect all the different parts of her brain which are relevant to her telepathy, so that all the areas can communicate to each other.

(Just as an aside: I found this hilarious study that looked at the effects of different types of nuts on brainwaves, which saw gamma wave responses being improved through pistachios, while peanuts aided in generating more delta waves. I wonder if the lab scientists of SxF caught on…) 

Theta waves

Theta waves are especially prominent in childhood (during sleep). I imagine that the lab may have recruited children partially for this reason (the other reason would be that brains have more plasticity at a younger age, and so can be altered easier than an adult’s brain). In adults, theta waves are also prominent in hypnotic or meditative states, mind wandering, and the early stages of sleep.

I think it is really interesting that theta waves occur during deep relaxation, as well as the early stages of sleep, making it the only brainwave that can activate both during sleep and during wakefulness. (From what I can tell, anyway.) This could make theta waves an important component of Anya’s telepathy - for example, if her telepathy was important to her survival, then it is critical for her to be able to detect thoughts during sleep, and her amygdala could alert her if the thoughts were at all threatening.

During wakefulness, I can imagine that Anya’s theta waves serve as the precursor for the activation of psi waves…

Psi waves

Just to confirm, Psi waves are definitely fictional, but my rationale is that historically, ‘Psi’ (ψ) has been used to denote the unknown factor which is linked with parapsychology and psychic phenomena. 

My theory is that psi waves would be the frequency required for telepathy, which would allow Anya to detect and interpret other people’s thoughts through their pattern of neural activation. In other words: she can probably read brainwaves. 

Modern science is already trying out methods to interpret people’s brainwaves (which is honestly both supremely cool and extremely terrifying), so it’s not too far out of the realm of possibility that Anya would be able to do the same thing just by unconsciously using her psi waves. The psi-waves would essentially mimic a brain-computer interface in being able to process and interpret neural activity (aka thoughts).

If you require a bit more concrete evidence to believe me, I’ve made a list below.

Right now, we can analyse brainwaves using EEG to:

Decode whether someone answers “yes” or “no” to conversational questions 

Control the movement of simple robots, including wheelchairs, which can be locked/unlocked using EEG (and EMG) as a biometric security system

Detect and interpret what emotion someone is feeling, as well as learn how strong that emotion is (at an accuracy rate of 80-94%)

Deconstruct the cognitive processes underlying social interaction in people who struggle to verbally express themselves

And this study analysed brain activation using fMRI to interpret and reconstruct visual images

Neuroscience is really crazy, guys.

Part 4: Physics

So… this is the part I am the least confident about. Please be patient with me and forgive me for any mistakes 🙏.  Also, this is the perfect time to remind you guys that I am really engaging with science fiction here. Emphasis on the fiction 😂. 

Basically, there are 2 main theories from Physics that I think could explain Anya’s telepathy, as well as her weakness(es):

Theory 1: Geomagnetic Field Sensitivity:

All brain waves are generated by electrical activity in the brain, and they also generate electrical activity of their own, which creates an electromagnetic field around the brain.

Anya’s abilities could be tied to the geomagnetic field of the earth, especially during the New Moon: when the moon is positioned between the earth and the sun, this could affect the field’s strength. The subtle alteration in the geomagnetic field could disrupt the electromagnetic field generated by Anya’s brain, thus disrupting the neural processing. 

In other words: the New Moon could interfere with Anya’s own electromagnetic field around her brain, via sensitivity to changes in the geomagnetic field, which could be why she can’t read minds during the New Moon. 

Theory 2: Resonance:

Resonance can be observed in physics, acoustics, musical, electrical, and mechanical systems - but now scientists are even looking at resonance in consciousness, and resonance in brain waves on a quantum level. 

Without going into too much detail (I am not qualified), I think Anya would generate a resonance frequency of her own that helps her to facilitate telepathic communication: through resonance, Anya could synchronise her Psi waves with the brain waves of another person, and it is this synchronicity that helps her to interpret the other person’s brainwaves. 

If Anya ever encountered another telepath (as she does in SSS), I imagine that they wouldn’t be able to read each other’s minds because their resonance frequencies would cancel each other out. 

In SSS, I also introduced the idea of a sub-auditory sound wave which would stop Anya from being able to use her telepathy. The idea behind this was to introduce another weakness for Anya: when this sound wave is emitted or detected, it interferes with the brain's natural telepathic frequency. This is because the sound wave oscillates at a frequency that masks the neural signals required for telepathy, and means that Anya can’t interpret those signals as easily. 

Thanks for reading!

I told you this was long. Sorry 😅

The above is really just a collective mishmash of stuff I’ve been slowly putting together for about the last 6 months, and I fully accept there will be parts that are more plausible than others. 😂 But it was fun, and more than anything I am really excited to see what we get to find out in Anya’s backstory arc (when it gets here…), and if I see any mentions of brains or neuroscience in SxF I will literally die of joy

[yuurei20]

Hello! Just want to start this off by saying that I love your blog and I find your posts very informative. I’m a sucker for character analysis and you manage to do it very well.

I had a question about the language aspect of Twisted Wonderland. I saw a screenshot of the novel and in it, it talked about how the Yuuya felt that their words were being translated automatically. Is this a novel only thing? Does the language aspect get explored further past that one page in the novels? Why are their words getting translated and yet other phrases in other languages are not(Rook’s French)? What are your thoughts about this and do you know of any popular discourse surrounding this topic?

My apologies if this is something you’ve talked about before.

Hello hello! Thank you for this question, you are too kind!! m(_ _)m

(For everyone's reference, here is the paragraph in question!)

1. Is this a novel only thing? Thus far this explanation of how Yuuya is able to communicate in Twisted Wonderland has appeared only in the novel, with no mention to similar systems at work in the game or manga!

Yuuya is even capable of reading his textbooks! While it is all vocabulary with which he is unfamiliar he is still able to comprehend the words on the pages, which he possibly wouldn't be able to do without the translation taking place.

(An example might be someone who only speaks French being able to read text written in Japanese but still struggling with unfamiliar magic terms that they wouldn't have understood in their native language anyway.)

2. Does the language aspect get explored further past that one page in the novels?

This aspect has yet to be explored, referenced or even mentioned beyond the one paragraph listed above!

And this lack of an explanation is fascinating 📝 There is no line by Crowley of "Yes there is a translation spell on the island," or "Everyone who arrives through their respective gate is blessed by the Dark Mirror with the ability to understand and be understood," or anything at all!

We are not even given a hint that Crowley--or anyone--knows it is happening. All we have is the one thought from the perspective of a confused Yuuya trying to make sense of his situation.

3. Why are their words getting translated and yet other phrases in other languages are not(Rook’s French)?

We do not know! 🥳 And Rook is not alone, with other characters occasionally using untranslated English-language words both in the game and novel (novel-Ace says "Thank you" in English, novel-Sam says "Hey," etc.)

Is it possible that the system does not replace words that the listener recognizes? Is Rook actually speaking French 100% of the time, but as the prefect recognizes words such as "oui" and beauté," they are not being filtered?

4. What are your thoughts about this and do you know of any popular discourse surrounding this topic?

I found this thread on twstsoku where someone suggests that the cast all understands one another and it is only Yuuya who is having what he says and hears translated for him in real time.

Ideas from other commenters are:

1. "Hypothetically, for example: If Esperanto, which is based on Latin, were used as the common language, and the translation magic worked depending on the native language's distance from it:

German speakers, Japanese speakers → translation needed (as determined by the magic)

Italian speakers → translation not very necessary (as determined by the magic)

French speakers → grammatically, translation is almost unnecessary (as determined by the magic), but their speech is the hardest to understand.

Something like that? Just an example, though."

2. "Wasn't there a part in Ruggie's birthday outfit story where he said he memorized greetings in 10 different languages?"

And I found a similar thread from 2021 (before the novel was released) on this topic, where commenters were discussing whether or not Twst's common language is meant to be English:

1. "OP here, I personally don’t think it’s a common language with the real world, so I hadn’t considered it much.

But if it’s English, that means Twisted Wonderland has a geography and history similar to the real world, with just different country names, etc. I won’t go into too much detail, but English is a branch of the Germanic languages within the Indo-European family, and it contains a lot of words derived from neighboring Western European countries. So, it wouldn’t be English as we know it today unless they followed the same geographical and historical path.

Alternatively, it could be a wholly fantastical world without a history of its own, which just popped into existence one day.

Personally, I’d feel a bit disappointed with both ideas—either that Twisted Wonderland is exactly the same as the real world or that it just popped up suddenly. I’d prefer to think of it as a world with a different language."

2. "If we’re talking about the development of language, it’s not a coincidence that there’s food in Twisted Wonderland identical to what exists in the real world. If Twisted Wonderland is a mirror of our world, it wouldn’t be surprising if they walked a similar historical path."

3. "That’s true! When you think about the design of their clothes, smartphones, and other scientific equipment, it makes sense. So either they followed a similar history, or we’re not meant to think too deeply about it as a fantasy world—those seem like the two options. Hmm, tough choice."

4. "If there were translation magic, there would be no need to study animal linguistics."

5. "Azul’s contract → written in English Words Rook sometimes uses → in French In Ghost Marriage, the opening of Rook’s poem is “I love you” → in Japanese The prefect understands the language → So, is there translation magic? Epel’s dialect isn’t understood → So, there isn’t translation magic?

It’s turning into a bit of a chaotic language situation."

6. "In the beans event, there’s a part where Jamil’s bento is brought up and some says 'that's what they're called in other places,' so it seems pretty decided that there are different languages across regions. But maybe we’re not supposed to think too deeply about it."

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These are all fascinating points! ^^ Epel is a particular outlier ashis original dialect is, by design, almost incomprehensible (on JP), but maybe whatever translation is going on just does not have his particular village's speech patterns loaded into it? 🧐

Or maybe as a "mirror" to the real world, everyone actually is using Japanese with the occasional English and French outliers, but the language itself is mirrored--they're speaking backwards--and the filter is merely putting words front-to-back for the prefect to understand? ^^ So many possibilities!

[wayward-dreamer]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write a story where soilder boy is dating Y/n, and they start talking, and he asks her if she thinks he would be a good dad. Which leads to them talking about starting a family together. And then one of them says something along the lines of "Why don't we try now?" Then it turns into smut. If not it's okay, thanks!

Father Material

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Word count: 1,468

Summary: Curiosity from the public and media has Ben expressing his dream to be a father. Y/N wants to make his dream a reality.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, mentions of SB's nefarious actions, smut: dirty talk, rough sex, breeding kink.

A/N: This request has been in my inbox forever, so I apologise for long it took! I hope you like it Layla! Happy reading! :) Thanks to my besties/betas @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for looking over this. Sorry not sorry for killing you hehe

also there's plenty more Soldier Boy content on the way because apparently I've become an SB smut dealer lmaooo

“Do you think I’d make a good father?”

That was the question that sparked the sex marathon they had been in for hours now. Given that he was a supe, Soldier Boy had the stamina for withstanding just about anything, and if he had it his way he could probably last well into the night. She on the other hand was flagging quickly, the downside of being 100% human, but she really couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. Not when he always knew just how to make her toes curl and her body quake with euphoric bliss. He may have known what buttons to push to get her going, but that didn’t mean their encounters were predictable. They were far from it, and that day was no exception.

The day started out like any other. He had meetings with hero management, followed by filming a commercial for Cracker Jack, which then led to interviews with different channels. She finally stepped out of their penthouse that night to join him on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, draped in an emerald green dress to match his suit, complete with gold accessories. Usually interviews weren’t really her favorite thing to do, but being America’s golden couple meant that they needed to be seen in public in order to keep that status. So they did what they always did. They laughed and joked with quick-witted Carson, charmed the audience and made the nation fall deeper for them with each caress of a hand or sweet kiss. Some may have thought it was just for the cameras, those cynical spectators that didn’t have any business commenting on what goes on behind closed doors, but they both knew the truth about their relationship.

They were in love. They had been since the moment he propositioned her in the elevator of the Vought American building, leading to one of the wildest nights she had ever had. Most would call it lust, but when you understood someone on a deeper level like they both did, it was most definitely love. A warped, messed up kind of love, but nonetheless, that’s what it was. She wasn’t stupid; she knew the kind of man he was, what he had to do during the war, and in Vought’s name since he joined their roster. She knew there were some off the books black ops missions he had gone on, even if she didn’t know the details. She heard the rumors about Dealey Plaza, too. She knew that he was fucked up despite his God fearing, all-American persona for the public, but she didn’t care.

In order to love someone like that, she had to be a little fucked up too. Well, more than a little.

Despite distracting everyone with their incredible charisma, questions of settling down and starting a family came up, and she knew she had to think of an answer fast when she saw Ben’s face go blank. With her biggest grin, she turned to Carson and said “Well, if anything happens Johnny, you’ll be the first to know!” They covered it up with hearty laughs as the audience joined in, along with the host, before he thanked them for their time to raucous applause.

The drive back to the Vought building was quiet, her concern growing for him until his words: “Do you think I’d make a good father?” broke the silence.

“Why do you ask?” she questioned in return, softly as to not scare him from broaching the subject.

“That fucking Carson,” he muttered, staring out the window at the bright lights. “I just… I guess he got me thinkin’, that’s all. Forget it.”

She wasn’t going to. She knew there was something he wanted to tell her, something he wanted of her, and she needed to know what it was.

“Thinking about what?”

“Thinkin’ about… about how I’d do it better than my father ever did,” he confessed. “We’d make some perfect fucking kids, that’s for damn sure.”

She smiled softly, her hand curling over his as she slid across the backseat and pressed herself against his side. She nuzzled her nose along his jaw, leaving small kisses along his stubble as she reached his ear, her breath fanning against the shell as she whispered her own desire to do the same.

“Then let’s start right now.”

And that was how they found themselves in their bedroom twenty minutes later, with her holding herself up on her quivering hands and knees as he pounded into her from behind, his fingers digging into her skin with a bruising hold as his pelvis smacked against the curve of her ass. He had contorted her into every position possible since then for the last couple of hours, with barely a few minutes to breathe between each romp in the sheets. She had lost track of how many positions, and she was about to lose count of how many times he had spilled inside her, both of them getting closer to that release once more.

“Oh god, oh god!” she moaned wantonly, her forehead pressed against the mattress as her hands fisted the sheets. She was completely unbothered about how loud she was and the fact that people had probably heard them by now.

“No need to bring him into this, doll,” he chuckled, the sound broken up by his groans of pleasure. “Just me and you here…”

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” she mumbled, a guttural whimper escaping her at a particularly angled thrust against her g-spot.

“You fucking love it,” he countered, smirking as he suddenly pulled out of her.

Ignoring her whine of protest, Soldier Boy flipped her over onto her back and grabbed her legs, bending her in half as her calves rested on his shoulders, sliding back into her tight heat with a quick, hard thrust. The sounds that left them were nothing short of pornographic, as he began to pick up the pace with each push of his hips against her. He squeezed his eyes shut as her walls clenched around his throbbing cock, both of them balancing on the edge of their blissful climax, ready to go over at any minute.

“So fucking good, so fucking perfect, Y/N,” he growled, their faces close as he leaned over her. “You love the way I fuck you, don’t ya?”

“Yes!” she cried out, nodding frantically as she stared up into his green orbs. “Love the way you fuck me… you fuck me so good, Ben. So deep, and hard, wanna feel it for days.”

“Oh you will, sugar,” he groaned, between rough kisses against her lips. “Gonna fill you up, make you feel so full, make you full and round with my babies. You want that?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

“Fuck, yeah you do,” he husked. “Tell me, tell me you want it.”

“I want it, I want it so bad, Ben,” she whimpered, the sound practically a sob with how desperate she was to finally let go. “I want you to fill me up, give it to me.”

“Cum for me, doll, soak my cock,” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

Y/N finally felt the dam breaking as a loud, shrieking moan escaped her, her walls contracting around his shaft as her arousal spread over him. He grunted loudly, his hips snapping harder against her, as he tried to hold himself back. His eyes fluttered, about to close, but her hands on his face stopped him, making him pay attention to her as their gazes locked. As she had with each time he had reached his peak that night, she stroked her thumbs along his jaw, slowly nodding her encouragement and desire to feel his seed deep inside her.

“S-Say it,” he stuttered, his neck straining as he held on just a little longer. “Fuckkk, s-say it-”

She bit her lip, knowing how it drove him crazy, before she parted them and uttered the words that sent him over the edge at the end of round that night.

“You’re gonna be a great dad… better than your own.”

Soldier Boy threw his head back, the veins in his neck pressing against his skin as he let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing deep inside her tight canal. She moaned softly as she felt the warm spurts of his cum coat her walls, filling her up as he had done several times that night already. They both breathed heavily, trying to calm their racing hearts, neither of them wanting to move away from the other. He buried his face in her neck, planting soft pecks along her pulse point, bringing a smile to her face as they basked in the afterglow.

Both of them hoped that it wouldn’t be too much longer before their dream became a reality.

[avocadorablepirate]

Beneath The Surface - 1

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: When memories, buried deep within your sea of emotions, resurface, you’re left to question what lies beneath the surface. Did he truly mean to leave you behind, or was there something more to his silence than you ever understood?

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, OP spoilers

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So I haven’t properly proofread this chapter…been a bit sick this past week, but I was determined to post this part today. It’s not terrible though 🤔…I think.

You had locked yourself up in your room, claiming to be unwell. The truth was simpler: your mind had been consumed by memories you thought you had buried. Memories of him. The boy who once soothed your pain had become the man responsible for it.

He left me behind.

That thought replayed in your head, each repetition sinking deeper into your chest. Just the image of his face brought a sickening churn of emotions — hurt, betrayal, anger, and a flicker of something you refused to name.

The soft knock on your door is what finally drew your attention away from your thoughts. On the other side of the door stood Viola, a small but gentle smile on her face when she found you sprawled on your bed.

“I heard you were feeling sick, everything okay?” she asked, as she made her way further into your bedroom.

“Yeah, nothing a good day’s rest won’t cure,” you responded, and her lips immediately contorted into a frown.

“Then you’re not going to be too happy about this.” Her voice softened, tinged with regret. “Doflamingo needs you.”

You sighed, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Of course he needs me. You didn’t know why you ever thought you’d be able to get a day to yourself, it had rarely occurred before.

“Of course he does,” you muttered under your breath, setting aside the book you had been pretending to read.

Viola gave you a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. If it were up to me, I'd let you rest."

You forced a smile, appreciating her kindness. "It's okay. Thanks, Viola."

She nodded, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the room. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for whatever Doflamingo had in store.

The walk to his room felt long and unpleasant as always. The entire palace always made you uncomfortable, its grandeur a stark contrast to the simpler, slightly happier times of your childhood. It was also a reminder of the life you once lived along side your parents, and without him to console you over those memories, it only brought more pain.

But it hadn’t always been like this. You remember when you first moved in, though a palace, it had a comforting and almost cozy feel to it. However, Doflamingo had made drastic changes, his reason being that the Donquixote family should live in a place that befitted them.

You had tried to get him to let you live outside the palace, the discomfort it brought had been too much at first. But Doflamingo insisted that the entire Donquixote family stay within the palace walls. And that’s why you had tried to make your own room as comfortable as possible. However, that had done little to help. With how often Doflamingo made you run around doing errands for him, or insisted that he watch over you, there was barely any time to relax.

As you gave a soft knock against the heavy wooden doors, to let Doflamingo know you had arrived, you pushed it open to find him standing by the window, his back turned to you as you entered.

“You summoned me, Doffy?" you called out, as you slowly made your way towards him, the atmosphere of the room always making you feel uneasy. It was as if the room itself embodied his very being - intimidating and frightening.

He turned on hearing your voice, a smile plastered on his face. "Ah, my little Rose there you are. Feeling better, I hope?"

You nodded, knowing the question was nothing more than a pleasantry. "What do you need?"

His smile widened, and an eerie chill ran down your spine. "I have a special task for you. I need you to retrieve someone for me."

You frowned, confused by his unforeseen happiness. You had heard there was an incident at Punk Hazard, and although you didn’t know the details, you knew Doflamingo had been beyond enraged. It was another reason why you had chosen to stay in your room, to avoid his temper. So, his uncharacteristic cheerfulness almost baffled you.

“Who?” you questioned, although you had an inkling of who it might be.

“Caesar,” he said simply, his tone light but his eyes watching your reaction closely. “I’m sure you’ve heard, there’s been some...issues. I want you to bring him back from Greenbit."

A wave of confusion hit you once again. “Why me?”

It wasn’t like him to send you on retrieval missions. While you had been privy to fights and conflicts, you had never been a fan of them, and Doflamingo knew this. It was why you mainly ran around doing tasks within the palace. He had called it “protection,” but you had always suspected he thought you too soft-hearted for the darker work.

It had happened before, when you were younger and out on a mission. He had nearly lost you then, and he wouldn’t have it happen again.

“I’ve decided you need to be involved in these matters as well. You can’t be the only one who doesn’t get involved, it’s not fair to you. ” A cold knot of dread formed in your stomach when you saw Doflamingo's eyes glint dangerously. You had thought that you would be able to stay away from such tasks given your temperament, but that had clearly changed.

“But why now?” you asked, and you could feel your heart rate pick up when Doflamingo gave you an almost sinister smile.

“We’re short on people. The pirates who attacked Punk Hazard killed Monet, so we need as much backup as we can get. Plus, the others think you need to start doing your bit,” he said, almost nonchalantly, as if the death of one of his comrades didn’t bother him at all. But you brushed it off, subconsciously convincing yourself it was his way of dealing with grief. “And I think this would be the perfect opportunity to test you Rosie.”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead. You had always known that the latest additions to the Donquixote family, all but Viola, did not like the almost favouritism that Doflamingo showed - always tasking you with the simpler jobs. This was your chance to prove your worth, and finally get them off your case. Besides, what harm would come from a simple retrieval mission?

"Alright, Doffy. I’ll bring Caesar back."

He smiled, a satisfied gleam in his eyes, almost akin to a predator satisfied with its prey. "Good. And remember, I expect nothing less than success."

As you stepped out into the hall, your resolve wavered slightly, the enormity of the task ahead settling in.

So caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that someone had walked by you into the room. The shutting of the door is what finally drew you out of your thoughts and you briefly glanced back, the voices within the room, a stark reminder of the life you had chosen.

You shook off the unease and focused on the task at hand. Whatever doubts you had, you pushed them aside. There was no room for weakness. You had a mission to complete, and you would do it with all the strength you could muster. For the town you now called home and the people you called family.

As you walked away, the voices in the room grew distant, and you missed out on listening in on a conversation that would have likely saved you from your impending misfortune.

“Doffy why are you sending her to retrieve Caesar?”

Despite his recent misfortune, another sinister smile spread across Doflamingo’s face. “It’s about time I test her abilities. And who better than Law to be the test subject?”

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Part 1 done! I feel like I may have included some unnecessary bits here and there, but oh well. I hope you liked it. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

taglist: @riftmage27

[mikoworks]

Oh yes, great interpretation! Anya knew Curly wasn’t going to confront Jimmy. Curly proved that several times before. Anya confronting Jimmy was an act of desperation to get Curly’s attention with the hope that he’d finally confront Jimmy.

reading the final part of @mikoworks comic “always there” and it’s making me Realize things. i always wondered why anya decides to tell jimmy about the pregnancy. if she’s seen what kind of man he is, why would she ever put herself at risk by telling him?

it’s because curly is failing her. but she knows she can get his attention by setting jimmy off. to make him a “real” threat that even curly can’t ignore. anya wanted jimmy to lash out, or to at least get aggressive. then curly would actually have to do something about him. an immediate action instead of hesitating even longer. unfortunately none of them could’ve predicted how extreme jimmy’s reaction would be

[chuuyasheaven]

Summary; 400 follower event/special!!!

Hello, could you do Chuuya with prompt 11 and kinks 4, for the ending it's up to write? Thank you so much (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Prompt+K!nk; 11: “If you keep squirming like this, i might as well hold you in your place, right?” | 4: Bondage k!nk

Summary; Chuuya is fucking you, fast and rough, but you keep moving around! So what if he just held you in place?

Warnings; dom!Chuuya, sub!afab!Reader They/them), bondage k!nk (duh), overstimulation (kinda), praising kink (not from the list), petnames, rushed, pw/op, etc.

Format; Drabble! (short smh)

Notes (from me); Y’all know it gets rlly good if i put barely any effort and make it short af /j, but I hope it’ll be nice for everyone who reads it!! Also since there was no gender specified, i just made the reader afab!

“F-fuck..Chuuya, oh god..”, was heard from the bedroom, where Chuuya was destroying your insides.

“Oh? Moanin’ my name already? You must be really s-sensitive there, angel.”, he said with a raspy voice, repeatedly bullying his cock into your cunt.

It was heavenly, really, but you squirming around, kinda bugged him.

But i don’t blame you! If Chuuya Nakahara was pounding into me with such a fast, rough, animalistic pace..who could stay still?

You didn’t even start moving right away, it just started after your third orgasm.

Still, Chuuya was showing no signs from stopping just now.

But he’ll still need you to hold still, y’know?

“Stop moving s’much, baby, jus’ need you to hold still..”, guess you weren’t listening..

“..t-too much..to much, Chuuya!..”, just a simple order, but you can’t do it in such a state like that. (I couldn’t even follow after the first orgasm)

“If you keep squirming like this, i might as well hold you in your place, right? Do you want that, darlin’?”, Chuuya teased, his hands wandering up to your own, to hold ‘em to the headboard.

You didn’t even notice until you felt something up your wrist, tightening the grip as he felt his orgasm nearby.

You did feel yours nearing too, your walls tighten up around his cock, hugging it.

This was a new experience for you, being held in place? It got you feeling butterflies in a matter of seconds.

Finally, it was arriving, both feeling a crazy amount of euphoria.

As you sighed of relief, Chuuya spoke up.

“I think you like bein’ tied up, angel. This time, we’ll use some handcuffs, understood?”

Sounds like you were gonna get ruined really good, am i right?

WHY IS IT SO SHORTTT...BUT I REALLY TRIED SO PLS DONT BE ANGRY WITH MEE!!!

[tentakilly]

Unpopular opinion but the SCP community thinks so objectively(as in one way) that a subjective(as in creative) explanation is immediately disliked or hated because it isn’t the normal sci-fi jargon.

(Rant/vent)

For being an extremely talented community of authors and artists and for being the world’s biggest collaborative writing project this community really, really hates a creative idea or observation that doesn’t fit a pre established cannon(just classic its always just classic).

A couple years ago on the SCP subreddit there was a kid asking how reality bending works there was over a hundred comments explaining the sci-fi world building and the op repeatedly responded to those comments with confusion they just kept explaining. When a commenter came in and explained it like it was an artstyle that comment and the ops comment thanking the commenter for helping them understand were downvoted into hell. You had to sort by controversial to find it.

A while back there was a post about how they didn’t understand SCP-3999 and wanted a little bit more explanation. All of the notes were filled with people explaining there hatred for the story and why it was bad. When the op kept asking for why the hate I other than it wasn’t scary they got shat on for it.

A while back on an old now dead account I commented on an SCP power scale meme(making fun of power scaling) that we could have them try and scale Darling Pink(and actual scp) because magical girls are allways a power scaler’s weakness(an actual problem in power scaling communitys). This joke was met with so many people going like “you can’t do that 682 solos” in a non joking way.

Speaking of 682 someone a while back said that there headcannon for it was that it was a thought experiment and that comment was met with so many people going “wrong 682 is an actual creature”.

One time there was a conversation about how there was this really good tale(forgot wich one) but a lot of people didn’t finish it because it was really long and wasn’t the kind of story they enjoyed. That conversation was met with “just finish it” and “if you don’t like it/understand it just read it better”.

Would you believe me if I said that all those examples came from my experience. This god damn “community” nearly killed my passion for art and writing on several occasions because I thought differently than everyone else.

Just like I’m belittled and looked down upon irl I’m mocked for thinking differently here no matter the site. It’s been like this since I joined the community at 10. No one bothered to ask if the questions came from an insecure child and mocked her relentlessly. Telling her, her art was bad and wouldn’t improve. Telling her she didn’t deserve to have her art seen by the world.

To this day I’m scared of posting officially on the wiki dot because i know my art and stories will get mocked relentlessly because they’re different. Because they’re mine. Because they’re a part of me. You guys nearly killed apart of me because you couldn’t handle a very obvious child’s questions about the story and world you built together. Because a child was looking for a place to hide from the world that was hurting her and you failed her and made her actively scared of participating in a community that’s supposed to be collaborative. The community that raised her.

My oc Toby Miller. I’ve posted about him only once compared to the rest of my SCP ocs and that’s because he’s so deeply connected to my struggles of being understood that I’m afraid of taking about him despite him being the main character because he will be called stupid. He will be mocked for being different than all the other official characters. He will be belittled and be nothing more than a dumb kids oc.

Yall can’t look beyond a surface level understanding and when people’s interpretations of a story vary vastly you get mad and kill there want to participate. It sucks.

[fivelasanctum]

Time Commission Handbook Notes

Bought this book recently and it bred life into the Founder Five character more than any personal headcanons. A tragic version of Five to be sure. I'll just around and list things I noticed while perusing the book. Spoilers ahead if you haven't read the book.

Auggie fletcher narrarates most of the book. Kinda cute xD He has a crush on lila. Describing her as 'pure' despite her being the secret weapon of the time commission and the handler's enforcer. Apparently lila felt bad for him when he would have unseemly grunt work. Like cleaning the bathrooms and helping to pick up shattered plates. Most likely from the handler's tantrum. Like her rage when she flung five's item off his old desk.

Five does a flow chart for his mission when he pretended to join back up with the commission. Herb and Gloria also made ones. Five's was the shortest since he could figure out the expedient way to solve it with less factors involved.

Founder five did a foreward about working in the shadows, why he created the commission. To fix a universe that kept breaking. How he is in the passenger's seat but more along for the ride. By the time of writing in the handbook he is more hands off and tired. Yet still is trying to give hope to prospect agents wanting to be part of the well oiled machine. Doesn't feel he is needed as much. Hero/god complex with feeling what they do is to help humans continue living. Saving the world. Then ended it by thanking the would-be prospects.

Margot Archfield is Auggie's supervisor. The one writing in the margins of the book. Trying to edit and silence Auggie.

bar graph of statistics with special op deaths. 26 percent for marital strife xD 3 Percent for faulty briefcases. Makes sense why lila was pissed when hers wasn't working because you are stuck completely. Stranded. Explains the impact of five seeing both suitcases drained of time juice.

Auggie is kind of a five fan boy lol ♥ Their is a new character introduced named Cassidy -'the tragedy' Cartwight. Cassidy was a mother whom lost her son when he tried to save her from being mugged. He ended up getting murdered. She joined the time commission in order to find a way to go back in time to save his life. She was bullied severely because she never killed anyone. Had no successes with her missions. She used the times she was deployed in, to try to go back in time to save her son to no avail. What I found shocking is that she was sent out to kill a FLOWER MERCHANT. Being told it would trigger the events of pearl harbor. She didn't care about it. So I'm thinking the Handler first sent her out to take out one of Lila's parents to make things easier for her with her goal to kidnap lila if she had no attachments. Handler was still in power around that time of the narration. It failed since it was cassidy. So Handler then sent the 'legendary assassin' five out to clear the way. Killing Lila's parent with no questions.

Cassidy was someone founder five felt sadness over. She had apparently died three years before the writing of this version of the handbook. Founder actually met her in person at the behest of the board to reach out to the younger generation. He admired her for her steadfast pursuit to try to save her son. In terms of trying to change the past and future, they understood each other in that capacity. Apparently he tried to quell her bullying from the shadows but didn't work since he was trapped in the bunker. He likens himself to rapunzel. Hurt his heart because she reminded him of himself. Determined to save her family like him. Clawing and hitting their heads on the wall to find a solution. Respected her gusto. Saw her as better than him in the pursuit to get back to the past and change the events for the better but she failed. So that must have propelled Founder's depression further. Not seeing the point of it all by the end of season 3.

He mentioned that he hopes 'their experiement works' so their isn't a need for people like cassidy to struggle so hard to have a loved one back. Thanking Auggie for mentioning her.

My take on her connection to founder: Was that they were acquaintances' but that founder was protective of her due to her still having been steadfast in her goal. Whereas he lost his way from time with failures and depression.

Unfortunate news that took the wind out of my sails while reading. Apparently their is an alternate five that becomes a stay at home husband in Dublin, Ireland. Married to his fashion model wife Delores. Initially reading that pissed me off. Dolores is real to Five's mind but she is an imaginary companion formed from a part of his psyche to cope with years of solitude and madness. Representing his conscious most likely. >.>; Having never been a person born to a mother I fail how that would work. Unless he bonded with someone having that name. Lingering memories from the alpha(main) timeline.

After I had time to process, I figured the author wanted to put lila there but since this came out right before season 4 was released it wouldn't do to mention Five and Lila being romantically linked. That would have spoiled the last two episodes of season 4. They went to great pains to keep things hush-hush. Late night filming, separate filming crew for the lila/five scenes. Couldn't show much in trailers etc.. Might be biased but I think that makes the most sense. Another take on it is that in that timeline it was the reverse situation. Where lila and five had their obstacles in the main storyline. With her being married with kids. Unhappy in the marriage because she had to do everything with the responsibilities with kids, maybe the house work as well. In the alternate timeline, five was in her position with being a stay at home dad and his wife focusing on her career. Interesting fanfic ideas lol

Their is something to my theory of founder five creating paradox psychosis. Auggie says the flatulence side effect was approved of from the founder. Questioned if he was a prankster regarding that stage but added it in the book all the same.

Was a small blurb about the would-be pursuers of Five to take handcuffs with them since he apparently can't blink unless his hands are free. Though auggie's supervisor pipes up it's not verified. (S and M fivelila confirmed? xD)

Alternate timeline lila is in a rock band called the Mimics where they have basement shows in east London. Soo the rock band AU fics can be semi canon since alt version is in a band. * Founder five mentions how his health is failing him (We don't know his true age since founded the commission) How the commission was a failure despite their minor victories. Comes in line with his message to Five to not save the world and to just lay down their sword quietly. Founder could have known about the end result with the ben/jennifer situation outside of addressing the Kugelblitz one. Thanking those that helped him with the commission as he basically tries to make peace with the inevitability of death and to not bother anymore. Was the second to last passage in the book. Founder five deserves a hug at this point Q~Q

[snailor-bee]

Law x G!Reader / SFW  / 1.4k Summary: The captain really didn't want you to find out, but find out you did.

That he liked... romance manga?

Notes: Written for the @op-xreader-zine! Amazing art by @damagedintellect thanks for letting me write something to go with your art. ;u;

You tried the handle to the captain’s door first.

Everyone knew that Law didn’t like to be interrupted so he frequently locked the door. You’d have to knock to see if he’d let you in. If not—unless it was an emergency—then it was best to try again later.

Finding it unlocked, you walked inside, already talking.

“Captain, I got the map for the next island, and I was wondering if—” You looked up and cut yourself off at the look of pure horror on Law’s face.

He was holding a manga in between long, skinny fingers, the cover bright pink and—despite the fact that you didn’t read them—it would be hard to miss the figures on the front that just screamed ‘romance’.

There was a pregnant pause.

“Should I come back later or…”

“Lock the door,” Law ordered, voice like steel. You swallowed and did as he said. Slowly, he put down the book and motioned you closer.

Feeling trepidation drip down your spine, you did so. Law’s gold eyes burned into you. Though they were normally serious, right now they were intense.

Coming before his desk, you fidgeted. “Captain?”

He said your name and you straightened. “I want you to listen to me very carefully, no one is to hear about this. Am I understood? No one. If I hear anyone snickering around the hallways about this, I will have you removed.”

You nodded quickly. “Yessir! It won’t happen, I’ll keep it to myself!”

“Dismissed.”

Quickly you headed for the door, just as you were opening it to make your escape, you paused and then looked over your shoulder. There seemed to be a faint blush across your captain’s face but it could have just been the light. “Say… even though I won’t mention it to anyone, I also don’t think it’s a big deal? You can like what you like.” You shrugged. “Shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks, right? C’ya later, captain!”

You ducked out of the room before he could reply; heart hammering in your chest as you sped away. 

At the next island, Law grabbed you before you could head out with your friends, a hand tightly gripping your inner arm and dragging you away. Everyone watched you go with confused expressions and you whimpered in terror, reaching out for them.

Everyone knew that the captain didn’t go out into town except with a few shipmates—those who had been on the sub the longest and that most definitely didn’t include you.

“W-what’s up?” you asked when he’d led you far enough to be out of earshot of the crew.

“Wanted to show you something,” he muttered under his breath and didn’t elaborate any further.

Finally, he stopped outside of a bookstore, and you barely got to glance at the display before he escorted you inside. His shoulders were hunched over as if he didn’t want to be seen as he silently led you to a corner.

Manga lined the walls there, but it was clear where the romance section started, the covers all bright and colorful. He eyed the shelves before pulling one down.

“Did you mean what you said the other day, y/n-ya?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah of course!”

“Then maybe you can do me a favor…?” he trailed off meaningfully.

“Sure!” You didn’t know what it was, but you figured it couldn’t be that bad, right?

He held up the manga book in front of him. “I’m collecting these, but I’m missing volumes. Would you help me?”

You stared at the cover, some dude leaning against the wall while a girl blushed as they stared at each other. It took a moment for the request to permeate. “Uh… what?”

“Check if bookstores have them when we stop at an island. I’d pay you, for the cost and the time of course.”

“And why not… do it yourself?”

Law shifted, looking slightly uneasy. “It’s embarrassing,” he confessed at last. “You’re a girl, it wouldn’t be as weird if you’re buying them.”

You opened your mouth to argue, already offended by the statement before he held up a hand. “Y/n-ya, I literally have ‘death’ tattooed across my knuckles.” Your lips twisted into a frown and you crossed your arms.

“So what! You like a girly series, who cares?”

He made his own displeased face at your phrasing. “I have a certain… reputation.” You tapped your foot, unimpressed. Law sighed. “Look, I’d appreciate it, okay? It’s just uncomfortable for me. When people find out, they normally laugh and crack jokes. You were the first person who… didn’t.”

Immediately, your irritation melted away and you heaved your own sigh, unfolding your arms. “Alright, alright, fine. I’ll do.”

You watched as Law didn’t quite smile but his lips definitely quirked up. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight; it was rare to see the captain content, let alone happy, especially by something that you had caused.

“Thank you,” he said solemnly.

Which was how you found yourself as a sort of delivery bird. On each island you came to, you went hunting for Shoreleave Passion! much to the amusement of your friends. You didn't explain, besides saying that someone showed it to you, and you liked it enough to keep reading.

Which wasn’t entirely untrue. Apparently, Law figured that you doing his deliveries also meant he now had someone to confide in. So you were up-to-date on the series, despite never reading it (which came in handy whenever someone decided to ask what it was about) but you also got to hear Law’s personal theories and headcanons.

They were… numerous and long. The two of you were spending a fair amount of time together. More than one person had asked if you were dating, as Law met you for dinner or lunch to exchange the book, and then, since you were there already, ate and hung out together or he would pull you into his office for hours-long rundowns of the latest volume.

It was nice though. You found that you didn’t mind. You got to watch as Law’s face lit up in a way you had never seen before and, if you were honest with yourself, all the sudden one-on-one time had you harboring a rather large crush on your captain. But really, who could blame you? Even before you had started spending time with the man, you had thought he was attractive, so getting to know him on a personal level made it far, far too easy to start to like him.

While you were musing walking through the Polar Tang a hand unexpectedly covered your mouth and your eyes widened as you were dragged into a closet, your scream muffled.

“Y/n-ya, calm down, it’s just me,” Law reprimanded, as he held you against his chest until you relaxed. Once he relaxed his grip, you spun around and smacked him in the chest.

“What was that for!” you hissed, and he shushed you.

“People can be walking down this way, keep your voice down.”

You glared at him, and Law cleared his throat, suddenly looking a bit sheepish.

“I heard that the final volume is on the island. At a specific store.” He gave you the directions, and you nodded along, eyes maybe a tad too focused on the curve of his mouth as he spoke. “I also wanted to… thank you, for doing all of this for me.”

That snapped you out of it and your eyes shot up to meet his.

Law held your gaze. “It’s been… nice,” he said slowly. You blinked back. Were the two of you closer? When did that happen? Unconsciously, you licked your lips and watched as his gold eyes tracked the movement.

Butterflies started battering at the sides of your stomach. Law reached out and ran his fingers across your cheekbone, making you fight down a shiver.

“What could I possibly do to thank you for all you've done?” Law went on, his breath ghosting against your lips as he leaned towards you.

You swallowed. “It’s no problem…” Your eyelids fluttered closed at his close proximity, hope beating an erratic tempo in your chest.

When his lips brushed yours, it felt like you could have soared as you gasped and reached out blindly for him, hands burrowing into his shirt.

It was a simple kiss, just your lips pressed together so sweetly that you swore you tasted sugar when he pulled away. You licked your lips again and chuckled weakly.

“Wow,” you said with amazement.

Law smirked. “Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” you confirmed, tugging on his shirt to get him to lean back down. “Kiss me again."

[captn-trex]

forging connection

Ahsoka x F!Reader / Jedi!Reader

word count: 4.2k

description: it's been years since the fall of the republic, but you're still struggling to understand life as you separate further from the force. an unlikely meeting with someone from your old life begins to bring things into focus

warnings/tags: reunited childhood friends to lovers, mentions of order 66, reader has a nickname, injury description, blood, sparring, reader is down bad but won’t acknowledge it, young idiots in love flashback fluff again, but also angsty a bit, reader is lowkey OP with a lightsaber (your welcome)

a/n: gather ye round lesbians, bisexual ladies and other members of the wlw community, a second part be upon us. this took ages and… I do not know why. I envisage another two instalments of this but I don’t know when I’ll get round to them lol, I have a vague destination in mind at least

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Waking up to the morning sun spilling through the back window of your ship was still something you weren't used to. It was annoying, really. You'd always valued your sleep, but the assault on your senses also served as a potent reminder as to why you were here in the first place, and that's what got you out of bed each day.

Stumbling towards the hull of your ship, you rubbed your eyes and tried to bring things into focus. Caf was the first priority, so you shuffled over to the machine and made up a pot. The drink was warm in your hands, and you inhaled deeply, taking in the rich and familiar scent.

The door to the ship was open, and as you approached, you could see your travelling companion sat on a mossy rock outside, the rising sun outlining her silhouette. She looked to be meditating, and you rested your side against the doorframe as you watched her for a moment.

Ahsoka had been travelling with you for a little while now. It was good, easy. Living with her was simple, you co-existed so naturally, and you could slowly feel your bond strengthening. There were things left unsaid between you, about your time apart, about the jedi order and the fall, and certainly about how you could feel a shift in each other's temperament through the force to an alarming degree of specificity. It was strange really, the more there was unsaid between you, the stronger your connection felt, as if the feelings themselves took on the role of drawing you closer without the need for words. Although, the need for words was becoming more apparent the more connected you became.

You understood each other. You always had, and you were thankful that you had run after her and asked her to join you.

There had been some learning curves. You had been on your own for so long that living with someone else had initially been quite the shock, and you were sure it was much the same for Ahsoka.

First of all, you only had the one bunk in your ship. It wasn't a problem perse, it was plenty big enough for two people, but it had been an adjustment that you'd struggled to become accustomed to at first. Some nights you would be struck with the inexplicable need to reach out, to seek some form of comfort like you used to do as a youngling in the temple, burying your face into her back and wrapping your arm around her abdomen. You refrained, of course, but then again, just her presence was a comfort for you, and you had been sleeping far more restfully than you had in a long time.

Aside from that, the only disruptions you had faced had been the issue of having an extra mouth to feed, though Ahsoka pulled her weight in terms of credits and cooking, so you couldn't complain really.

Truthfully, there was nothing to complain about at all. You hadn't felt this content in a long time, maybe ever.

“You know I can feel you watching me, right?”

You chuckled, pushing off the ship as she turned to you, “you want some caf?”

“Please” she grinned.

Taking another cup from the cupboard, you poured the liquid nearly to the brim, handing it off to her when she leaned against the counter beside you.

“Thanks” she smiled, taking a sip and relaxing further into the side.

You let it be quiet for a moment, the sounds of the planet outside replacing conversation. It was somewhere that Ahsoka knew of, a world of expansive green fields, crystal clear lakes, glorious woods, and more importantly, little civilisation. Your ship was stationed at the intersection of all these components, facing outwards towards a stretch of soft grass, a small body of water encased in the wood behind.

“Were you meditating?” You asked tentatively, disturbing both the peace of the moment and insistence to not discuss matters of the Force. Ahsoka hummed in confirmation, and you continued, “how often do you do that?”

“Every once in a while” she shrugged, giving you a sidelong glance, expression inscrutable, “what about you?”

“Oh, um…” you trailed off, almost ashamed, “I uh— I don’t really do that… anymore”

“No?” She turned towards you now, and the calculating look in her eyes made you put up your guard, “when was the last time?”

“Um… I don’t remember” you admitted.

“Hm” she narrowed her eyes slightly before turning away with a small smirk.

“What?” You huffed, pushing off the counter to give her an unimpressed look. She shrugged, taking another sip. “Come on, what is it?”

“I had—” she paused, as if debating whether to say, “I noticed that you seemed… cut off, from the Force”

You deflated, sinking back against the side, “you’d be right then”

“Why?”

Your eyes raised to hers, and her expression now held no teasing. Why? You sighed, “It was out of… necessity. The galaxy isn’t safe for me anymore, for us, I couldn’t have anybody noticing”

That was the short version at least, and something about her steady gaze told you she knew that.

“Do you… want to be disconnected?”

“No” you replied instantly, “I mean, in an ideal galaxy, no”

“Okay…” she took a final sip from her cup, draining the last of the dark liquid before placing it down on the counter beside her, “how about you try meditating with me?”

Your lips twisted with doubt at the thought, “I don’t know…”

“Just try?” She asked, a distinct amount of hope in her tone and expression. You had never been able to deny that look in her eye.

“Alright, I’ll try” you conceded in a sigh. She moved towards the door and your eyebrows raised as you took a sip of your caf, “now?”

“Yes, now” she chuckled, and you huffed, placing down your cup and following as she lead outside.

She sat cross legged on the soft grass, and the gentle breeze moved her lekku just the slightest, ruffling your hair more obviously. You sat opposite and copied her posture; straight back, hands resting on her knees.

You closed your eyes as she did, taking in a deep breath. You focused on your breathing, the rhythm of it. You’d always found that following your breathing was a good way to cut out your thoughts, to save from any unwanted commentary from your brain. The pace was slow, steady enough that it was overtaken by the thrumming of life around you, but it felt uneasy.

The strain in your connection to the force was painfully obvious. The life around you felt powerful, and you weak, a distinct severance between. It felt as if you were intruding, unworthy of such a place.

“I can feel you trying” Ahsoka spoke quietly, a low murmur that reflected the frequencies of life that surrounded the two of you, “don’t try so hard, just relax into it. Begin there, and when you’re ready, you can try reaching out into the force”

You tried to do as she said, you really did, but you felt like such an outsider in the space that you couldn’t fully relax, nor concentrate. You knew she could feel it, and the embarrassment made a blush creep up your neck. Thankfully she most likely had her eyes closed too.

“Here” she said softly, and you felt her fingers slip beneath yours, taking your hands in hers.

Your skin set alight at the touch, the gentle grip that flooded your mind with memories. You could feel something flow through you, something tangible, something heavy and light at the same time.

“Do you feel anything?”

“Yeah” you breathed out.

“Tell me” she whispered.

The force felt like it was flowing through your veins, a silky mist that reached for your chest, but the nuances of it were entirely based in Ahsoka’s own force signature. It was electrifying, her invasion of your body setting every nerve alive, filling you with warmth. It was like a sun beam directed right at you, making your skin hot to the touch. Her very essence was exploring your body, and you were happy just to drown in it.

“I feel…” you began hesitantly. What could you really say? “I can feel you”

Her grip on your hands tightened marginally, and the wave of raw emotion it sent tumbling over you nearly made you gasp, “describe it to me”

Your throat constricted as you swallowed, “it’s… white, a pure light, very bright. The colour is… cold, but it feels warm, it feels like…”

Home.

You couldn’t say that.

“Like…?” She prompted, her thumbs lightly tracing small circles over the back of your hands.

“Like how I remember it” you said instead, and opened your eyes to find her already watching you with a tender smile.

She held your gaze, an unwavering sincerity directed towards you that made your stomach twist almost uncomfortably. It had always made you inexplicably flustered when she looked at you like this, and seeing it on the face she wore now, aged by time and stress alike, it pulled at something deep within you.

She released your hands and stood from her seat, “why don’t we try something a little more your speed”

Your eyes followed her as she stalked back to the ship, disappearing inside. Once she’d left your field of view, you released a quick breath, slumping forward and taking your head in your hands. Your fingers tightened in your hair, willing yourself to get a grip, to find focus, cut out the way her presence in the force constantly reached for you.

It was starting to get difficult to ignore, to pretend like the sensation had no effect on you. You didn’t know if Ahsoka did it deliberately, in fact you assumed she didn’t. Whether or not she did, it was setting your teeth on edge. You could do without weight of both her emotions and yours on your shoulders at all times. Especially if you were to try and connect to the Force for the first time in years.

You heard her footsteps against the ship’s stairs and looked up, finding her holding her lightsabers in one hand and yours in the other. You sat back, looking up at her with a distinct crease in your brow, one that made her chuckle immediately.

She tossed you your weapon, gesturing for you to join her, “come on, I know you want to”

Her knowing smirk was all too inviting. She was right, after all. When you were younglings, after you’d been to Illum and created your lightsabers, there was little that you enjoyed above sparring with each other, you particularly. You stood and held the weapon out in front of you, admiring the details of it that you had begun to forget in the time that you hadn’t used it. The unique hilt that you’d selected, intricate designs that you had carved into it when sleep eluded you one night in the temple.

You lit the lightsaber for the first time in years. The weight was unfamiliar and heavy in your hand, but as you gave it a twirl, a sense of ease, serenity, took hold of you. The blue blade fizzed with energy as you swayed it ahead of you, the sound a surprising comfort, though you couldn’t help but cast your mind back to the last time you had used it.

As a youngling, even as a padawan at the height of the clone wars, you never thought you’d have to use the weapon to cut someone down. Days spent practicing with your master, by yourself, perfecting your form, were necessary preparation for your encounters with the predators of the Empire, but at the time it hadn’t occurred to you that taking lives was where your education in lightsaber training ended.

Pulled from your thoughts by the sound, you watched on as Ahsoka lit her own lightsabers, the pure white so naturally suiting her, a manifestation of how she felt through the force. She swung them about, her wrists loose, warming up, and then assumed her stance with a challenging smirk.

“You ready?”

“Are you?” You rebutted, taking up your own stance, which was admittedly nowhere near as flashy as hers. Then again, you only had one lightsaber.

“Born ready” she sneered.

You rolled your eyes, and your posture became less rigid, “always so cocky. We’ll see where that gets you”

“It’s gotten me pretty far, I’d say” she shrugged, her tone light.

“Then you’d better be ready to be taken down a peg” you pointed your lightsaber towards her, goading.

“I'd like to see you try” she spoke slowly, enunciating every syllable.

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t help but be struck by the sudden youthfulness in her demeanour. It was as if you were younglings again, sparring in the training rooms at the temple, as if the situation had brought out a part of herself that she kept hidden away, either subconsciously or through will to survive. The thought gave you an idea.

“Alright, enough with the trash talk” you declared.

“Aw, but that's the best part!” Ahsoka pouted, her smirk still teasing you in way that sent a shiver down your spine. You bit the inside of your cheek, having to drag your eyes away from her lips.

You raised your saber so it pointed towards her chin, dangerously close, but just far enough away to be taunting, “time to put your credits where your mouth is, Soka”

Her smirk grew as she jutted her chin out, “you don't have to ask me twice, Nova”

Ahsoka jumped at you, lightsabers swinging towards yours, but you calmly stepped away in a quick motion. She stumbled for a moment, turning to you with a look of genuine perplexity that such a thing had just happened. You couldn’t help your simpering expression, tilting your head down as you looked at her through your lashes.

“Oh, so that's how we're going to play is it?” She raised her eyebrows, the two of you circling around each other, ready to strike at any second.

“Seems you haven’t changed one bit” you prodded, and the flash of recognition across her eyes wasn’t lost on you.

She shook her head, “you don't know the half of it”

Ahsoka surged forwards, you side stepping her again, but this time she was prepared. She was on you again quickly, twirling one lightsaber behind her and catching it on yours as she swept the other towards your legs. You jumped, releasing the pressure of her blade against yours, and went to strike for the first time.

Ahsoka ran at you, using all the power of her small frame, and you brought your lightsaber up to block once again. It was getting a little tiresome, the way she kept overpowering you in this way, forcing you to go on the defensive and eventually end up on your backside because of it. It took all your strength to hold her off, and by the end of it you were always so tired that you couldn’t continue.

She was your best friend, and you didn’t want to feel resentful towards her, but she was embarrassing you. In front of the other younglings, and in front of Master Yoda.

You cast a glance across the room, and found that the small Jedi master was watching you intently, not Ahsoka. You could feel the embarrassment scorching at your cheeks now, flushed by both your exertion and irritation. You wanted to give up, throw away your lightsaber and never touch it again. You were tired of doing this with Ahsoka, and you just wanted to stop having to try so hard.

The idea struck you like lightning, waking your body up with a newfound determination. Perhaps all it would take was to stop trying so hard after all.

You continued as you were, watching every movement your friend made, learning her patterns. She was all too eager to come at you, and finally you were going to use it to your advantage. She leapt at you once again, light on her feet as always, but this time you made a concerted effort to dodge out of the way.

Watching as she fell, you immediately realised the error of your ways. She tumbled head over heel, landing on her wrist, her head taking some of the fall as well. She cried out in pain, and you dropped your lightsaber immediately, rushing over to her side. Tears streamed down her face as she held her injured wrist in her hand, slumped down on her knees and choking on sobs. The sight made your chest constrict, guilt flooding your system.

“Learned something from this, we all have” Master Yoda asserted as the other younglings gathered around, calling over the temple guards to help escort the injured Togruta to the medical centre. “A critical part of fighting, learning to predict your opponent’s movements is”

You looked up in horror at the Jedi Master as Ahsoka was hauled away, confounded at the idea that what you had done was somehow a good thing.

“But Master, I hurt her” you spoke quietly, fighting your own tears.

“And next time, be prepared she will. Taught her something important, you have”

You shook your head, but Yoda placed a hand on your shoulder before you could stand, offering a kind smile, “fear not, young one. Be alright, Ahsoka will”

Since then, since understanding your own technique, sparring was something that brought you focus. Clarity.

You felt confident like this, in control, and it was something you hadn’t felt in far too long. Now, you could feel the force flowing through you. Before the order fell, you had only known the art of lightsaber duelling as just that; an art form. Your master was bound to the Jedi temple, so you never had the misfortune of learning the skill through real battle experience.

Ahsoka was an excellent fighter, naturally. Not only was she more attuned to the Force, but she also had that real experience that you lacked, not to mention who her master was. Her fighting style was more offensive than yours, as it always had been, and though it was powerful, it lacked the refinement of your perfected technique.

You could evade her masterfully, but you also felt as though maybe you were cheating. Her emotions ran through her as she fought, and you could feel every single one, where you kept up a wall, a mask of stoicism and control. It was easy to wear her down that way. After a while her movements became more sloppy, her limbs tired and heavy, a weight that you could feel through the force, and that’s when you made your move.

Her grip on her weapons had become loose, and you took advantage of it, hooking your wrist against hers and using your blade to knock hers from her hand. Before she could muster the strength to call it back to her hand, you pounced, clashing your lightsaber against the one that she still held. The force of it knocked her back, and she stumbled as she tried to regain control of the fight. You relented, taking your saber away before bringing it down again with more power.

The action obviously took her by surprise, especially after you’d been so defensive for most of the fight, and she fell backwards, releasing her remaining weapon from her grip in the process. You fell with her, the strength of your own attack causing you to follow through, and you called her lightsaber to your spare hand.

Your knees hit the ground with a dull thud at the same time as her back collided with the grass. The two lightsabers were crossed over her throat, but the way your legs straddled her waist, caging her in, was enough to already stop her from making any further attempts to overpower you. Your chest heaved with exertion, but not as much as hers.

You turned off the lightsabers, the hissing sound of them closing matching your heavy breathing, and you dropped them to your sides. Ahsoka stared up at you, eyelids heavy and mouth agape as she caught her breath. Without the low-level hum of the weapons to distract you, you could now practically hear the line of connection between you humming in the same way, energy fizzing and twisting with every breath.

“Alright, you win” Ahsoka chuckled breathlessly, her head falling back against the grass and eyes closing. You took the cue and pushed yourself from the ground, offering a hand down to her.

“Soka!”

You ran into the medical centre of the temple, finally allowed in after much protesting, and were at the side of your friend in a flash. The medical droid beside her made an irritated noise that was uncannily like a sigh. It moved away, grumbling in robotic tones as it exited through a door. You turned back to Ahsoka after watching the droid’s departure, and gave her the most sympathetic look you could muster.

“Hey Nova” she spoke softly, one side of her mouth lifting.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to hap—”

“I know” she cut you off, her hand placed over yours reassuringly. You looked down to it, feeling more weight than just that of her hand, the added pressure of your bond. Her wrist was wrapped by bandage, and you traced a finger along its edge. “They said it’s just bruised, not broken or anything”

“Good” you said resolutely, your eyebrows furrowing at the sincerity of your comment. Ahsoka giggled lightly, and your eyes snapped back up.

“You’re so serious sometimes” she chuckled, poking your nose with her other hand.

You let yourself smile a little, looking down as you felt your skin get hot under her gaze. Trailing your eyes along her bandage as you refused to even glance back, you were struck by a heavy wave of guilt. Without thinking too much about it, you lifted her hand slowly, turning it in yours so her palm faced upwards, and you placed a gentle kiss upon her wrist.

Another small giggle escaped the Togruta, and you finally met her gaze with a bit more resolve. Your own lips quirked upwards at her easy smile, and you felt that flutter in your chest that you always did when she offered you such a look.

“Will you do this one too?” She asked hopefully, pointing to the small bacta patch that sat over the graze on her forehead.

Your cheeks burned as you nodded, leaning over and pressing your lips to the wounded area. It felt as if a fire was spreading over your skin, and as you moved backwards you knew that Ahsoka had noticed.

“Feel better?” You asked sheepishly, your voice hushed.

“Much better” she smiled broadly.

You helped Ahsoka from the ground, and she gave you a tired smile in return, turning around to retrieve her lightsabers. You picked up your own, letting a deep breath escape you. It now felt more comfortable in your hand, as if it was something that had been missing, and had found its place again. You briefly wished that the art of duelling hadn’t been tainted by your encounters with the Empire, but the thought was driven away when you glanced up and caught the scrape across your duellist’s shoulder blade.

“Soka” you caught her attention, striding over. She hadn’t even had the chance to turn before you were inspecting the wound. Her skin had been ripped, cut by something in the grass no doubt, and blood was pooling at the edge of it, about to fall down her back. “Wait here, sit down” you instructed, then went to retrieve the medkit from your ship.

That feeling of guilt, same as the first and only other time you had hurt her, waded through your mind. You shook it off better this time, pushing it to the back of your mind as you made your way back to her with the medkit in hand.

You took a seat behind her, placing your tools next to you, and began to clean her wound. You did it absentmindedly, but carefully, without any thought and without speaking. Ahsoka asserted that she didn’t even notice it happen, which soothed the negative thoughts within you only slightly.

You knew she could feel it, the guilt. She’d felt it that day, and now with the same feeling pulling at your heart, you knew she could feel it just as strongly, however you tried to suppress it.

You finished off by pressing a bacta patch to the cut, your fingers lingering on a moment too long. Her skin was hot to the touch, a thin sheen of sweat still present. Before you could find it in yourself to stop, you leaned forwards and pressed a light kiss to the edge of the patch, resisting the urge to let your lips wander further afield. You drew back as a shudder ran down her spine, unsure of the implication of it.

“Feel better?” you asked in a hushed murmur, as if there were someone around to overhear.

You could feel the hesitance inside of her, but the warmth that surrounded the two of you was undeniable.

“Much better”

[yunoteru4ever]

Hello once again. I thank you for your opinions regarding my previous question. It has provided valuable insight into the relationship between Rea and Yayoi and how future fans can interpret their relationship in their creative endeavors. Although, just like before, I come with a new inquiry. As I have looked back the series, I find myself wondering why certain Diary Holders do not properly reflect their mythological inspiration in certain aspects.

Of course not all of them are fallible to this shortcoming. Some of them are given traits that reflect their inspiration such as Tsubaki being an clairvoyant oracle and Kamado being a caring matron to orphans. Additionally, I do not mind if certain Diary Holders also have traits that are inverse of their inspiration such as Yukiteru being a timid and cowardly boy and Minene performing rather idiotic mistakes (I will never let her go for writing her real name and address on that beauty pageant form...). However, there are traits given that do not reflect other Diary Holders. As much as I enjoy the narrative weight of Takao being a serial killing teacher and Keigo as the cop hot on his trail, I do not understand how that correlate to their inspiration. Keigo's occupation is something I can see as an inverse of Mercury as the messenger god is also the god of thieves (an occupation Keigo came to loathe due to his father). However, Takao's occupation as a teacher is something I never understood as Vulcan was the god of the forge and fire. It's not as though smithing has become an extinct occupation in the modern era so I am confused why isn't he one.

Regardless, the crux of my inquiry is that are there any source of information regarding the reasons why Sakae Esuno chose those traits and occupations for the Diary Holders? It would be most enlightening if you could provide answers to my question. Once again, I thank you for your aid and I bid you a Merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday.

Thanks for the ask! I think this got lost in my backlog for a bit, and I'm sorry about that.

Sakae Esuno has only ever vaguely spoken about how the Roman gods correlate to the various diary holders. Mostly just to acknowledge that the correlations are there; I seem to recall he only specifically made the Yuno = Juno connection clear. So how do all the diary holders align with the Roman gods? .... Yeah, it's not always clear, and we really only have our own interpretations.

The first OP from the anime helpfully lists out the related gods for our reference: Juno, Jupiter, Minerva, Apollo, Mars, Ceres, Mercury, Diana, Bacchus, Vulcan, Pluto, Vesta, Venus. But not in that numerical order. So, for anyone else out there trying to make these names align with their respective diary holders, here's how it breaks down:

Yukiteru Amano (1st) — Jupiter

Yuno Gasai (2nd) — Juno

Takao Hiyama (3rd) — Vulcan

Keigo Kurusu (4th) — Mercury

Reisuke Houjou (5th) — Ceres

Tsubaki Kasugano (6th) — Apollo

Marco Ikusaba and Ai Mikami (7th) — Mars and Venus

Kamado Ueshita (8th) — Vesta

Uryuu Minene (9th) — Minerva

Karyuudo Tsukishima (10th) — Diana

John Bacchus/Balks (11th) — Bacchus

Yomotsu Hirasaka (12th) — Pluto

With that out of the way, here are my best guesses at how these Roman gods align with the Future Diary characters in question.

This is just my personal interpretation, of course, based on my own research and reading about the Roman gods. Your mileage may vary.

And as you say: Some of these links will be incredibly obvious.

But some of them? Oh lord. If you make it to the part about Twelfth/Yomotsu, I might leave you more confused than you came in.

SORRY/NOT SORRY IN ADVANCE.

(This is a long post. Prepare yourself.)

Yuki/Jupiter - Jupiter is the supreme god, the king of all gods. As such, he was also associated with supposedly granting the right of kingship/becoming ruler in ancient Rome. And Yuki is both the favorite to win the survival game (per Deus) and the ultimate victor in the said game, so... that checks out. In addition, Jupiter supposedly negotiated with the second Roman emperor to establish rules around giving sacrifices to the gods. That might be seen as a connection to Yuki ultimately having to kill Yuno.

Yuno/Juno - Juno is the goddess of love and marriage, but she also was known for her jealousy regarding Jupiter and for having a war-like, violent side. So. This one is obvious.

Fiery man! Fiery guy! Of metal and stabbing!

Takao/Vulcan - Vulcan is the god of fire, volcanos, and metalworking. I can least least see the influence of "fire" in Takao's visual design given his bright red hair that flows out all over the place. But an interesting facet of Vulcan is his dual association with both the constructive and destructive aspects of fire. Because of this, Romans built temples to Vulcan only outside of cities so as to avoid inviting destructive fire into their own midst, and they often tried to encourage the god to avoid bringing them harm. The idea of a wanton destructive force that could rampage across your city aligns decently well with Hiyama's identity as a serial killer. Note how Takao's fiery red hair is tied back and controlled when he's being "constructive" as a teacher, but it's wild and unkempt when he's being "destructive" as a kiler. Furthermore, there's the "god of metalworking" aspect; Takao is solely reliant on a metal knife to kill his victims, so there might be a connection there.

Kurusu/Mercury - Mercury, the messenger, is the god of... a lot of stuff. Specifically: financial gain/commerce, eloquence/communication, travelers, boundaries, luck, trickery/tricksters, and thieves. Kurusu does win Yuki and Yuno over to his side with his words, and later on effectively negotiates multiple deals with Minene to get what he wants, so I think that covers the communication/eloquence aspect. You might even argue that the way he negotiates with his own enemies to get what he wants is a clever manipulation of "boundaries." But Keigo's ultimate betrayal of Yuki and Yuno serves as good example of "trickery," too. And... that's probably all I've got.

Reisuke/Ceres - Ceres is known for being associated with fertility. She is most immediately linked to agricultural fertility, but she also plays a role in marriages and motherly fertility, ultimately serving as an important patron to families. Reisuke's link to the idea of "family" is pretty much all over his storyline; see how he calls Yuno "big sis" and adores "playing" with her, and see how he pine for a normal family life in his chapter of Mosaic. In addition, I think poison being his favorite weapon is probably meant to link him with plants... but your mileage may vary on that. Also, there's the green. You can't deny that when you think "Reisuke," you think "green" — I think that's another example of the Roman god connection influencing the character's visual design.

Tsubaki/Apollo - Like Mercury, Apollo is the Roman god of bunches of stuff. But the most important thing is that he's the god of prophecy, truth, and light. Tsubaki is the figurehead of a cult dedicated to sight and foresight that's obsessed with eyeball imagery; not only did her followers believe Tsubaki had prophetic powers, but her diary eventually made those powers real. Apollo is also a patron of the protection of the young. Because of how Funatsu exploits Tsubaki and turns her into a perennial sexual assault victim, she kind of winds up taking her desire to protect others from a similar fate to a very unhealthy extreme by wanting to destroy the whole world, but I guess that could be seen as a corrupted version of protecting people. The fact that Apollo is the god of both healing and disease is an interesting dichotomy, too, that feels like it might have an application to Tsubaki's poor eyesightt somehow... ? Idk. But it's probably more likely that her eyesight is just a reference to various "blind prophet" mythlogical figures throughout history such as Tiresias.

Marco and Ai/Mars and Venus - You know what they (used to) say; "Men are from mars, women are from Venus" and all that. Mars is a god of war—or more specifically, "the use of war to secure peace," which I think fits Marco pretty nicely. The fact that his Apprentice Diary is combat-focused but only in a counter-attack way really reflects this. Venus is the goddess of love, beauty, sex, etc. — and obviously, Ai and Marco are devoted couple who serve as a point of comparison for Yuno and Yuki, whose own love is in pretty dire straits at that point in the larger narrative. So the "love" thing is clearly present in our dual seventh diary holders, but Ai's own Apprentice Diary also serves as a nice reflection of the Venus themes; it shows her men she's going to flirt with in the future, after all.

Kamado/Vesta - Vesta is the goddess of home and family. Kamado runs a home for orphans and is devoted to protecting the kids. Easy. NEXT.

Minene/Minerva - You can see vestiges of the name "Minerva" in the name "Minene" right off the bat, but let's go past the surface and look at Minerva. Like many Roman gods, she's all over the place, serving as a goddess of wisdom, war, law, justice, and the arts. Regarding her role as a goddess of war, Minerva is just like Mars in she has a particular niche within that field. She's specifically the goddess of "strategic thinking to secure victory." I think you can see that in Minene's diary allowing her to secure clever escapes. And although Minene isn't especially wise most of the time, she IS known to sometimes serve up nuggets of wisdom, such as when she's advising Yuki during the period when she's his "nurse."

Wisdom.

You could also see her innate distrust of/disdain for gods as being a strange sort of wisdom given the reality she lives in—I mean, Deus isn't exactly a benelovent or loving deity. Minene is a pretty ironic character, though, as evidenced by her ultimately becoming a goddess in her own right despite her hate and distrust for all gods and religion. When you consider that, her being associated with a goddess of wisdom and justice despite being a hot-headed terrorist all seems like further extensions of that irony.

Karyuudo/Diana - Diana is goddess of nature, the hunt, and wild animals. Karyuudo keeps (and excessively dotes on) trained hunting dogs. Which are animals. Not wild ones (though they do be actin' wild AF when stalking our heroes) but still: animals are inherently a part of nature. You feel? NEXT.

Balks/Bacchus - Bacchus is the god of wine and pleasure. And John (whose last name is sometimes translated as "Balks" and sometimes just literally as "Bacchus") is often seen with a glass of wine in his hand, sure. But Bacchus is also one of the least-altered Greek gods when he was translated into the Roman pantheon. In fact, many Greeks alternatively called Dionysus "Bacchus" even before that name became his official moniker under Rome, because Dionysus could supposedly induce "baccheia"—a form of ritual madness/religious ecstasy that was said to alter your state of consciousness, expanding your internal mental and spiritual awareness by inducing visions and spasms of euphoria. In that regard, I think "baccheia" sounds a lot like what John was trying to do to Sakurami City's entire population. He wanted to give them ALL future sight, after all, and thereby expand the city into a global leader. Or perhaps you could interpret the "baccheia" as the awareness John believed he already possessed. Consider that the counterpoint to the internal awareness provided by the baccheia is said to be a severe reduction in external awareness. And in the end, despite all his intelligence, John definitely failed to understand a major external threat.

Yomotsu/Pluto - OH GOD IT'S TIME TO GET NUTS. Pluto is the god of the underworld and the Roman counterpart of the Greeks' Hades. Hades was a darker, more threatening figure in comparison to Pluto, who was portrayed as a positive concept of the afterlife. Just like with Bacchus, the name is derived from an alternative name the Greeks came up with first; they started calling Hades "Plouton" around the time they began giving him a more sympathetic portrayal. Although the Greeks' underworld of Hades was seen as a desolate and despairful place, the Romans' vision of Pluto's realm was a place of abundant riches. This is probably because they gradually conflated the Greek god "Plutus" (the god of wealth) with the Greek's usage of "Plouton" for the god of the underworld, and eventually they became the same damn thing.

....all of which is to say that there isn't much linking the Twelfth and Pluto in actual Roman mythology, honestly. The only obvoius connection is the most famous story of both Hades AND Pluto: the tale in which they abduct the woman they later marry, Persephone. And, well... Yomotsu sure does abduct a woman. Minene, y'know.

But now we have to GET SUPER NERDY. Because the "Plouton"/"Plutus" confusion is actually KEY, in my opinion, to understanding the connection between Yomotsu and Roman mythology

It's not just that the Romans came to conflate Plouton and Plutus, ultimately resulting in their unique vision of Pluto. Because Dante Alighieri made a similar mistake! Modern translators of Dante's Divine Comedy seem to agree that, although Dante wrote down the name of the Roman god "Pluto" for one minor character? Based on the description given of said character, he actually meant to reference "Plutus" and just... he either borrowed the Romans' name for their underworld god and assigned it to a Greek figure, or he simply made a mistake. (Because of the latter theory, a lot of modern Divine Comedy translations just use "Plutus" for this briefly-shown character because it's probably more accurate.)

......BRUH.

All of this is leading into my theory that, despite the first OP of Mirai NIkki calling out "Pluto"? I believe Sakae Esuno was ALSO thinking about the Greek god "Plutus."

So screw Pluto; let's fucking talk about Plutus.

In Greek mythology, Plutus is the first being to introduce to humanity these concepts: (A) stealing is wrong, because people should only acquire wealth and property through their own diligence; and (B) people have a right to protect themselves and their own property, because that is justice. Plutus is pretty big on personal justice. But the B.C.-era Greek play Plutus by Aristophanes portrays Plutus as having been struck blind by Zeus. In the aftermath, he's living as a beggar, because his blindness has affected his ability to determine true justice. And instead of the good people earning more money than the evil people, as Plutus intended, wealth is now being distributed randomly, which runs counter to the justice he always wished to see in the world.

A focus on justice? Troubles with blindness??? Come ON.

That's GOT to be part of the inspiration for Yomotsu, right?

[atd-everything-girl]

My Honest thoughts while reading -

🌟the cruel prince🌟

for the first time :

Hmm so is Vivi the main char-no it's Jude okay.....it's the first few pages already have 2 deaths this book is gonna be a rollllller coaster dam. Stupid Madoc. Woah this is such an amazing world. *remembering circle names thinking they are important but they're really not* Incidents that make me seem weak okay Jude what inci- OAK! THAT DAM BABY BE VICIOUS! How old is he again 3? Bruh. Glamour be op. Oooooooooooooo Locke Locke. Tsk Tsk. Looks like he's probably gonna be her bf EEEEEE! He's sooo nice. Hmm? He's the only nice guy in cardan's friend group of course the rest are stupid and arrogant. Oh so Jude wants to be a knight instead of marriage ya go girl! Such a girl bos-......yeah no travelling to some underwater palace with some handsome guy does sound nice thank goodness almost thought you were a pick me Jude. YEAH GET REVENGE ON CARDAN THAT IDIOT! SALT THEM UP MY SALTY GIRLE LET'S GOOOOOOO. Tournament? Chance at knight hood? Sounds great don't worry Jude usually characters get the opposite of what they thi- .... Oh Madoc actually denied her as expected by her.. What a jerk. *gets to the scene at mortal world * Oooooooooooooo Vivi is bisexual!!! Just like me! :) Yay!... Oh my goodness Jude that poor dude was just flirting around like I would have understood if he touched you buttttt... That poor guy just said stuff. Did you really have to make him bleed? Oh whatever. Looks like your prince dain's spy now and the coronation will happen soon. Things will finally be alright.

*just finished reading the coronation scene* *sets book down for a sec *

*tries to process *

....what the actual hell did I just read? ...aight Imma ignore that. For now..... Good job Jude kidnap that idiot and make him suf--...... *quietly starts making oc kids for jurdan becuz shipping reasons * beautiful. Now make him your bf....awwwwww wait WHAT? DAIN YOU FREAK WHEN THE HECK DID YA HAVE A KID?????? BRUH. LOCKE YOU HORRIBLE PIECE OF SHIT!!F--K YOU!!!.... Jude your plans are seriously insane like girl are you ever gonna clam down. *finishes the rest of the book* seriously the most amazing shit I have ever read.

[emmanuellececchi]

Pasting here my take on the end : Arwen and Aragorn

(because comments were not available...) First of all thanks for this one OP, I loved it! (A strange thing happened... I wanted to link to the original post and couldn't because "Fantom blog" 😳😱😶)

*roll sleeve* bitching time (it's going to be a long one, brace yourself)

This is one of the aspect of the book that I NEVER understood or accepted. And bits of it had confused me. You are absolutely welcome to answer, add details, not agree and explain, argue. But with respect and kindly, please, that's all I am asking. (putting behind a cut)

Let's begin with Arwen:

For what I understood she choose the fate reserved to human. Which, to me, even after reading Luthien and Beren, means she is mortal. So... she is not stuck to roam endlessly in an abandonned Lorien. She will die of old age.

If this is the case: Why don't you stay with your children and grandchildren? Taking care of them, being like all grandparents and taking a bit of the weight of the kids while they do and have "gondorian" fun or spend some time in Rohan with their cousins or in The Shire? Why don't you go and visit all those people? Why don't you discover this world?

If this is not the case and Arwen is just stuck, an immortal elf in the mortal world: Why Lorien if everyone has left? Why not go with Thranduil (@sotwk : how long did he stay? I'm sorry I don't remember). Why not Ithilien? The Shire? One again, if you're immortal go and visit! and why not stay a bit and enjoy those kids and grandkids? I can udnerstand it might get weird being immortal and seeing your kids and grandkids becoming older but... You could at least have stayed a bit. Or become an archivist?A librarian? Go to Dol Amroth?

I mean, there are sooooooo many possibilities for this lady to finish/not finish her life rather than roaming endlessy in an empty Lorien, like WTF?

Aragorn:

First, yes, I love Aragorn (like really). But... Why did he do this? Oh yeah. Don't want to stay and be overbearing over your kid, uh? Ah yeah, because you don't want to become an old man, shaked by old age, and everyone seeing you becoming frail? Sorry but isn't that your (sorry for the word) F*****ng ego speaking?

I mean, it's the fate of all men to age and die. But you, you have this choice and then, you abandon everyone, including your wife, just because you don't want to show what old age could do to you?

Okay, Arwen knew what she had signed for... Although she said it, she understood at this moment what was the real meaning.

But one : Aragorn, why didn't you discuss this with your lady wife? Like "hey sweetheart? how do you feel if I would stay a few years more? Maybe I'm going to become frail and a bit shaky and maybe forgot people but... What d'ya think? Getting old together?" She could have decided herself, it would have been her choice. Not the first time she would make a hard choice (just so you remember).

Two: speak to your kids "Hey, by the way, mind if I stay a while?" Maybe they would have say no, or yes. But even if it has been a no... There a whole world to explore with your lady! Why not go to the Shire and have a few last years with them? Or Rohan and end under a barrow like the Rohan kings (hey, wouldn't be something rather than asking if they want Theoden to stay in Gondor ? - This one's for you @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras)?

Rambling's almost finished. Essentially, there could have been a different ending for those two, if Aragorn has discussed it and not choose all alone what was best for everyone. And if Arwen had realized she was free to do whatever she wanted. I suppose I felt a bit insulted that, because Aragorn was dead, her own life must end. And maybe her love for him was that strong, maybe she was just so heartbroken that she couldn't stand being without him. But then, why didn't Aragorn stayed?

So, here it is, my rambling/ranting for Saturday morning. Once again, feel free to argue, discuss, exchange, bring more info, etc...