#‘just do your own thing it doesn’t matter what society thinks’ is well meaning and <3 but for me I just hear ‘don’t be a part of us’

[wordsinhaled]

i’m so totally normal about the fact that aziraphale’s last (known) deliberate foray into the queer community was when he learned the gavotte at the fictionalized hundred guineas club (!!!) in the 1800s and now in the 2020s he’s like “grindr? what’s that?”

many are talking about his repression which is very valid… and yet the thing to me that stands out about aziraphale is that he’s actually… incredibly stable in his identity and that identity IS incredibly queer. queer by the standards of heaven AND by human standards as well

metatron describes his “de facto partnership” with crowley as “irregular.” and in fact aziraphale in his entirety is irregular. he likes and makes it his business not only to understand but to be a connoisseur of all manner of things angels aren’t supposed to even remotely care about. food. music. books. theatre. sleight of hand. and more.

it’s the sort of behavior that would’ve gotten him othered, treated as a bit odd, in heaven even if he hadn’t chosen to consort all across the earth with a literal demon. and it IS treated that way - the fact is aziraphale even as an angel has got proclivities that set him apart from the rest of the host (even after offering him the highest position in heaven, metatron still acts deeply dismissive of him… like aziraphale’s bookshop is merely a quaint little hobby of his that can be easily transferred to another custodian, and not a literal extension of who aziraphale has become, full of his tartan and unique bibles and special vintages of wine and the books arranged in a very specific way)

so. aziraphale is a queer angel but of course he’s also queer to other humans. but in such a way that… he had his realization a LONG time ago, and put the matter very much to rest after that. aziraphale is perpetually something like several centuries behind schedule. he owns an ancient computer that probably continues to run windows 98 simply because aziraphale’s decided it should. he wears the same waistcoat and coat for generations because he simply likes them precisely the way they are and sees no reason to change them. but the idea that he doesn’t know how he comes across to others - of course he does. he knows he looks like your prim and proper grandfather and he prefers it that way

aziraphale looked around at humans in the 1880s and said: ah yes. this is where i fit. and promptly ensconced himself in that queer subculture. learned the gavotte. read his austen. loved crowley from afar. aziraphale is fiercely and vibrantly queer. just with the sort of assurance of someone who lives with his lover in a commonlaw marriage for decades and then shows up at city hall for the certificate once society decides it’s ‘allowed.’ like… he hasn’t had any need to know what grindr is because aziraphale’s ‘scene’ was a century and a half ago and it defined romance for him too.

but my favorite thing about aziraphale is how much of him is about appearances versus the truth. he can lie straight to angels’ faces and sleep at night. he knows he comes off soft but he once wielded a flaming sword. he dissembles helplessness but he’s far from it and he knows precisely how it makes others treat him. and at the core of aziraphale is rigidity, inflexibility of ideas… his sense of self is stable where crowley’s is malleable, and so on, and so on

and the fact that he’s continuously fixated on trying to misguidedly do the right thing, the fact that he seeks heavenly approval and wants to fit the world into his schema of good vs evil… in no way do i think that means he isn’t one hundred percent aware of how he feels about crowley or what it means about him by angelic or human standards. i’ve seen some folks saying that aziraphale doesn’t want to like kissing crowley and like… as much as i love me some brideshead revisited/atonement flavored angst; i put forth that it’s not internalized homophobia or queer panic but simply: “i’m trying to do the right thing for both of us and you won’t let me.” and “i wanted our first kiss to be different.” he was envisioning an entirely different flavor of romance than what he got but he emma woodhoused too close to the sun

like, y’all. aziraphale in all likelihood has a glorious collection of historical queer erotica. he just has a feathery diva coat hanging in his closet, and for what. “oh, good lord” he says at crowley’s revolutionary outfit in the bastille, while eyeing him up like an entire meal. he’s so good at affected propriety, at carefully constructed stuffiness, but between the two of them aziraphale’s got to be the one who has experience

aziraphale had been physically throwing himself at crowley the entire season. he orchestrated an entire regency ball so they could touch hand to hand. he spends the entire season (well, and season 1) looking at crowley like he’s particularly coveted. he looked at crowley before the fall like he was glorious and beautiful. aziraphale’s queer and he knows it and i think that isn’t his problem, it’s the fact that he wants to build a different sort of future for the two of them but crowley’s gone and thrown a wrench in it by reminding him of everything he can finally have. like. that’s the heartbreak. it’s how dare you make this ugly? i forgive you for our first kiss being all pain and salt. it’s my dearest, i wanted to make heaven as beautiful as you deserve. as sacred and safe for us as our bookshop. and i can do that for us, because once i held a flaming sword and i still remember how the hilt felt in my hands. and now the taste of you is in my mouth.

#coughs this is also why aziraphale’s a dom. but that’s a separate post #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 spoilers #this continues to be an aziraphale stan account #‘aziraphale is traumatized’ and ‘aziraphale celebrates the part of himself that loves crowley’ are two ideas that can coexist #feeling a bit like this take might get me flamed whoops but. i’m deep in my az feelings tonight so i guess i’ve decided to share anyway

[periprose]

Arachnid Anxiety

You're Spider-Woman, and you've been tasked with babysitting Mayday. Maybe you have a bit of stress that you need to vent about, and Hobie comes along quite conveniently for that purpose.

Genre: Fluff, reader having anxiety, Hobie giving her advice, very cute, reader is a Jessica Drew variant, perhaps mutual pining if you squint, takes place during the movie but before Miles arrives to the Society, terrible british slang attempts (sorry Hobie :'))

Word Count: 2.4k

Babies are hard to wrangle when they’re crawling up walls.

Of course, Peter B. Parker said that he needs a nap, just this once, and he needs someone to watch over Mayday while he sneaks away into the sleeping pods in the Spider-Society-System. Sometimes he and MJ don’t get sleep for days at a time, so you get it.

But Mayday is so curious, and you find yourself having to pull her prying hands away before she inadvertently tampers with things around Miguel’s labs and causes either a mass outage or a explosion or Miguel’s wrath. You understand why Peter is a little exhausted.

She’s a very cute baby, though, and you can’t help but coo at her as she clambers off the wall into your arms. 

“Who’s a good Spidey? Who’s gonna be the best of us?” You shake her up and down and she giggles, wrapping her arms around you. 

You instinctively flinch, feeling your Spider-Sense go off.

“Large statement to make. But I see where you’re coming from.” Spider-Punk comes up from behind you, and you turn to him. “She’s definitely punk.”

“Hey, don’t go claiming someone else’s kid as one of your own.” You joke, and Hobie scowls as he pulls off his mask.

“Don’t believe in claims. Or labels, for that matter.” He scratches his hair, looking effortless as he ever does, and you roll your eyes. “She is… who she is. Forgive me for using a descriptive word, Spider-Woman.”

“I get it.” You hold Mayday as she squeals at the sight of Hobie, and she motions in an uppy-uppy motion. She wants to be held by him, but he ignores her.

You never quite know how to feel about Hobie Brown. The Amazing Spider-Punk is revolutionary, known for being better than just his words– he holds himself to the very essence of anarchy. He practices what he preaches.

But you can’t quite get a read on the guy. You don’t know if he’s pulling your leg– or taking the piss as he would say– when he gives his bouts of advice while somehow simply being amazing through it all. He somehow knows what to say but he also isn’t the most comforting, and that in itself makes you drawn to him. He just happens to be kind of rough around the edges, and it’s because of that you know he truly means what he says. 

No sugar-coating, ever.

But you hate yourself, because you’ve somehow managed to fall for him. 

It’s not uncommon for Spideys to fall for each other. Peter Parker and Cindy Moon, Miles Morales and Gwen Stacy. But you know this is the one time it just wouldn’t end well for you.

You can already hear Hobie’s comments if he ever found out. He’d probably rebuke you even though you’d never try anything. Tell you he doesn’t feel that way and you’re delusional for potentially thinking that he would ever tie himself down. Spiders are meant to be swinging free and all that.

Even worse, he just happens to be beautiful. You’re positive that if Hobie wasn’t so anti-everything he would have stuck with being a runway model. His face is molded in a distinctive way that has you trying to catch his glance, even if he only looks at you with nonchalance, completely unbothered, not a hint of chemistry in his eyes.

It is with great displeasure that you find yourself wanting his bored attention anyways.

And so you’ve been swallowing your crush for the greater part of a year now. You’re sure it will pass like all things do.

Pavitr, as much as you love him, has told you many times about the “chemistry” between you and Hobie– and you have told him every time to fuck off. Not in an actual harsh way, because again you can’t help but love the guy, but because you don’t need false hope.

You’re just Spider-Woman. Another red-and-yellow suited variant of Jessica Drew, you might as well just be another Peter Parker. You know that’s not how you’re supposed to think of yourself, but it’s just how it is. Canon events brought you here, and according to Miguel, it’s not something you chose– you just happened to be there at the right time and place. You’re no Jess, who comes in on her motorcycle, raging heat and excitement on her toes– you are one of the many, instead of being exceptional like the few.

You’re not like Hobie, who is as far as you know, one of a kind.

“What’s on your mind, Spider-Woman?” Hobie asks as he picks through random tech on the desk in Miguel’s lab, taking what he feels is useful for whatever it is he does with the stuff. He’s never used your name, because he doesn’t know it.

You and a few other Spider-People have chosen to stay anonymous, for different reasons, and only Miguel and Margo know who you really are. Hobie has told you before that that’s pretty cool– he only chose to give up his name because it was easier to get along with people that way. Hobie knows there’s power in people.

“Just babysitting. Obviously.” You motion to Mayday, who takes this moment to thwip out a web and swing away from you– but you’re faster and you grab her back into your arms, and she pouts.

“Nah, nah. I mean that sour expression upon your lovely little visage, imbecile.” He pokes your masked cheek, and you find yourself blushing but pulling away from him. Hobie is like that– overly familiar and no real sense of space because he doesn’t care.

“It’s not lovely.” You retort, fully convinced of it because he has never seen your face, only your incredulous expression through the eyes of your mask. 

You think that Hobie is again being sarcastic about your unknown appearance, and because his back is facing yours as he searches through random shelves now, you don’t catch how his face frowns at your response.

“Disagreements about your anonymous-but-surely beautiful face aside– not that looks matter, mind you– you’re clearly miffed about something.” Hobie turns and crosses his arms, and it’s with a little embarrassment and comfort that you want his advice. Even if it’s kind of to do with him.

“Well, I guess, uh… lately I’ve just been feeling kind of down. Like what’s the point of all this?” You bite your lip, knowing Hobie’s feelings on nihilism. “I don’t mean like nothing in life matters, Hobie. I mean more that I don’t matt– I don’t… anyways, I feel useless. I don’t have anything special about me, I don’t really bring anything to the Spider-Society that wasn’t already brought.”

"Whoa whoa whoa. Nah, lady, you've got your priorities all twisted." Hobie pulls your arms, bringing you kind of closer to him, and rests his hands on your shoulders, making you listen. "This inner hatred stuff– that sick urge to feel shame and then blast it inside of yourself, all that repression, yeah? It's a crock of shit."

"Huh?" You and Mayday both peer up at him. You behind your mask, and she with her crocheted one. 

Hobie picks up Mayday, finally giving into her wishes to be held by him, and she immediately giggles. There’s a subtle smile on his face that warms him to you a little.

"It might feel good in the moment. It might even feel revolutionary." Hobie scowls, and scratches his jaw. "It's worthless. Notice, Spider, I didn't call you worthless. The very action is garbage, a visceral thing that brings no productive value– that's what they want you to feel."

"Ah, because then I'll never fight against the establishment, right, Hobie? I'll be too busy fighting myself." You say mockingly, taking on a fake-pretentious-Cockney accent, mimicking him, but Hobie gives you a chill look and nods.

"Now you're getting it."

"Aw." You slump and slouch and sit on the counter full of gadgets and gizmos next to him. "I know you're right, but… don't you ever get people getting mad at you?"

"You've lost me."

"Like… being so responsible." You roll your eyes as Hobie snickers and whispers the spider-mantra you all know so well. "Or just living by your own ideology so… efficiently. It's almost like a slap in the face to the rest of us Spiders. We don’t know how to cope, and here comes along Spider-Punk with all his personal assurance that even if things aren't alright, he'll make it alright for himself."

"Oi, trust me, it wasn't all that easy." Hobie sniffs and sits down next to you, holding Mayday close and then letting her go as she crawls onto the wall in front of you. "You really think I haven't had a bad day? I haven’t had my moments of self doubt, huh?”

“Uh… well. When you put it like that, it does sound kind of crazy.” You admit, and nudge him with your shoulder. “I didn’t mean any harm, Hobie. I just feel so… inadequate.”

“Just stop.” He crosses his arms and closes his eyes, and you feel that yet again, he’s somewhat unreadable. “Don’t think those things. You’re not inadequate.”

“But I–”

“Stop.” He grasps your hands, and squeezes them tightly in his own, and you wonder if Hobie has ever looked this seriously at you, his eyes soft yet firm with affection.

You’re in trouble, you think. Your heart is pounding and you’re really glad he can’t see your face.

“I don’t think you know how important you are.” He utters so quietly, in that very deep voice that has you leaning in to hear him better. “You’re not nothing, Spider-Woman. You’ve done a lot of good for your Earth-257, I’m sure, and that makes you something special. Like the rest of us– you’re kind of irreplaceable, right?”

“I guess.”

“Not ‘I guess.’” Hobie punches the side of your arm and you pretend to say ow, laughing a little. “If you didn’t exist, we’d all be poorer for it. Peter couldn’t ask you to chill with his baby, and I couldn’t be here talking your ear off.”

“But I’m not– I don’t really compare to her, you know?” You say without thinking, and then immediately squint at your own stupidity. 

“Who’s her?” Hobie is wary of how your expression is shifting. “Stacy?”

“Uh, no.” You inhale, exhale, and then decide it’s time to get it over with. “Jess.”

“Jess? Jessica Drew, huh?” Hobie smirks a little. “You don’t want to be adopted by her, do you?”

“More complicated than Gwen’s weird fantasy.” You shift on your spot on the counter, and pull off your mask after a minute of tribulations. “I’m… also Jessica Drew.”

You feel incredibly shy as Hobie takes in your face, wary of his every move as you feel yourself sweating, and he grasps your face gently, peering into your eyes and taking a look at your features, as if he’s really trying to remember them.  

“Huh.”

“What is it?” You say a little too defensively, and he shrugs. 

“You do have a lovely visage, you silly little sod. Even if it’s completely different from Jess’ face.” He laughs as you shove him away, covering your face in your hands. “No, don’t do that.”

He’s tracing your jaw, and he murmurs. “Maybe you could use a few piercings… a tat or two… ever thought about it?”

“No.” You shut your eyes. “I’m not cool like you.”

“Oh, shut it.” He leans in imperceptibly closer, and you blink, eyes open. Maybe Pavitr had a point that Hobie and you have something, because there’s not really another explanation for that look in his eyes. “You’re plenty cool, Jessica Drew. It was just a shit suggestion of mine.”

You think Hobart “Hobie” Brown is sweeter than you previously thought. You have half a mind to tell him about your feelings.

You and Hobie both look up, Spider-Senses tingling, and sure enough, Mayday is cooing from the ceiling– she leaps into your already waiting arms. She giggles at your expression.

Oh well, you think. There’ll be some other time to work up the courage to tell him.

Hobie half-smirks at her. “Way to interrupt us, Mayday.”

She looks at him all confused, tilting her head in a “huh?” motion, and you feel the same way, not entirely sure what Hobie meant by that and not willing to assume either.

He answers you by pulling your face in a sudden, swift motion, connecting his lips to yours, and in between the two of you, Mayday shrieks and laughs. She crawls off to the side of you, no longer smothered between your torsos.

Hobie is weirdly insistent– you feel like he’s been wanting to do this for a while, maybe longer than the length of your conversation (you don’t know if this is just a funny little fling for him, but you’re fairly sure it isn’t) and he’s a lot taller and lankier than you, so he really has to tower over you to reach your mouth better. He’s grasping your jaw and neck and the back of your head with a lot of intensity– you feel wildly dizzy when he pulls away.

“Uh.” Peter B. Parker is standing in front of you both, mouth wide open, and you look back at Hobie and he grins rather coolly, not really giving a damn. It’s enough to make you snort. “Wait, who are you?”

“Oh. Spider-Woman from Earth 257.” You remember Peter has never seen your face, either. “Jessica Drew?”

“Right, right.” Peter raises his hands in a whoop-de-doo motion, like he should’ve known that. “Nice to know what you look like behind the mask. Not nice to know that you’ve been avoiding your babysitting duties. Why are you two fooling around like prepubescent children? What happened to responsibility?”

“Ahhhhh, please, Peter. Live a little.” Hobie stands up, his full length of height drawing him to about the same height as Peter if not an inch taller. He picks up Mayday and hands her off to him. “Let’s not act as if you and MJ weren’t shacking up in the sleeping pods last week, yeah? Does Miguel need to know about how irresponsible you were?”

You think he’s kidding, but Peter pales and you clap your hands over your mouth, trying not to laugh. Miguel would absolutely throw a fit if he found that out.

“Uh…” Peter swallows. “At least that’s not an interdimensional tragedy-in-the-making like you two.”

“There’s no rules against that, I don’t think.” Hobie shrugs. “And if there are, fuck them. Miguel doesn’t know it all.”

“He really is punk to the very end.” Peter groans and leaves out to the hallway with Mayday. 

Hobie flashes a smile at you as he sits back down, ruffling your hair.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spider verse #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk x you #spider punk x reader #spiderpunk x you #spider verse #spider man #spiderman #atsv #atsv x reader #hobie x reader #hobart brown #spider man x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman atsv #atsv spoilers #across the spiderverse spoilers #spider verse spoilers #x reader #reader insert #female reader #hobie x you #spiderpunk fluff #spider punk fluff

[melzula]

North and South

part three

pairing: zuko x princess!reader

notes: we’re finally at the end! i hope you guys like some of the changes i made to the original comic storyline :)

summary: with Gilak in jail and the Northerners gone you assume the worst is over, but the festival incident was just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to how far the man is willing to go

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

You don’t understand how everything has gotten so out of control.

What was meant to be a wonderful celebration of your friends’ return home had quickly been ruined Gilak’s ambush, and if not for Katara’s ability to heal Hakoda woukd have lost his life tonight. Tensions are high in the South, and you find yourself overwhelmed with worry for the future of the Water Tribe. If your people can’t even get along with each other, how will you ever be able to connect with the other nations?

“I don’t know what to do,” you admit in defeat as Zuko watches you pace back and forth from his place on your bed. “I know Gilak doesn’t speak for everyone, and for the most part everyone has been onboard with the changes we’ve made to the South, but there are still some Southerners who share his sentiment, and I don’t know how to fix it so that everyone is happy.”

“That’s the thing, y/n,” Zuko corrects you gently, being sure to phrase his words carefully so as to not upset you, “you can’t make everyone happy. It’s impossible. As leader you have to do what’s best for the majority, even if it means not everyone will like it. Just look at the New Ozai Society. They’ll never be happy no matter what I do as Fire Lord, but I don’t let their dislike for my decisions influence how I lead the Fire Nation.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you relent with a dejected sigh, flopping down beside him in defeat and sprawling out onto the blankets. “I just can’t help but feel like I should be doing more as Chief. I didn’t know about Gilak and his army, and I certainly didn’t know about Maliq’s ulterior motives regarding the oil refinery. Shouldn’t I have known?”

“You can’t be everywhere at once. You have to remember you’ve been busy rebuilding an entire tribe from the ground up while also trying to restore a part of your culture that was almost lost forever. You’re doing more than enough, and your people are grateful for all you do,” he assures you with a careful smile as he gently pushes back the hair from your face. “Maliq and his crew are leaving by morning and Gilak is in jail. Tomorrow will be better.”

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you express earnestly as you pull yourself up and press a kiss to his cheek. “I don’t know how I’d get through all of this without you.”

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t have to,” he smiles before sweetly brushing his nose against your own. After the chaos of the day, it’s nice to finally have a moment to settle down with your boyfriend, and you’re appreciative of the comfort Zuko always manages to bring you no matter how stressful the situation.

“Did you at least have fun at the festival? You know, before the whole drill incident,” you ask with a sheepish smile as you begin to carefully remove the braids you’d styled into Zuko’s hair for the party.

“I did,” he breathes out in a laugh, immediately melting at the sensation of your careful fingers combing through his hair. “It was a wonderful festival.”

He says nothing more as you continue to brush through his locks; it’s gotten longer since the last time you’ve seen him, and you enjoy the change. You’ve always loved his hair, and you appreciate the fact that he allows you the intimacy of brushing it for him.

“Do you think the conference will go well tomorrow? I’m afraid it might be too soon to start our work with the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation if we can’t even seem to get along with the North.”

“You can’t wait for progress,” Zuko notes thoughtfully. “Making connections will only improve the South’s rebuilding process.”

You hum thoughtfully in response, but your mind begins to wander. You’re trying to see things from an open perspective, making changes that will benefit your people without forgetting about their past, but you haven’t been completely open to Hakoda’s suggestions. You were quick to shut down the idea of the oil rig despite its benefits, and though you’d been proven right about the problems such a project could cause, you also knew that not using available resources would also stunt the tribe’s growth. Zuko says you can’t wait for progress, but how do you know when the time is right?

“We should rest,” you suggest after finishing your work. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right,” he relents with a sigh before rising from his seat on your bed. “I’ll see you in the morning?”

“You will,” you assure him before gifting him a kiss goodnight and watching him exit your room. Now alone, you collapse back onto your bed with an exhausted sigh.

“Tomorrow will be better,” you try to remind yourself.

But you’re not sure if you entirely believe that.

~~~

The day is calmer now that the construction crew is gone and Gilak is locked away. There are a handful of protestors outside the palace gates who demand that all foreigners leave the South, but they don’t seem to speak for the majority of your people, and for that you are grateful. Sokka and Toph manage crowd control while you prepare for the arrival of King Kue and the conference that is to take place today. Things are normal for the most part and your plans are back on track, so you try to remain positive and focused on the tasks at hand.

“Are you sure this conference is a good idea, y/n?” Katara asks after pulling you aside to express her concerns with you privately, the uncertainty clear on her features. “After everything that’s happened maybe the South just needs to handle things on its own first before starting to work with other nations.”

“I understand your concern, but with most of the Northerners gone we basically are on our own now. There are just some things the South can’t do by itself, so collaborating with other countries will not only give us connections but possible resources as well. I have to look at the bigger picture here.”

Katara is silent for a moment as she digests your words, but after a few moments of contemplation she finally gives you a nod. “I trust you’ll do what’s best for the tribe. I just don’t want us to end up becoming a cheap imitation of the North or lose our identity by inviting other Nations into our home.”

“Do you remember the conflict that arose during the Harmony Restoration Movement when the Earth King tried to separate the colonies?” You ask her with a faint smile, continuing when she gives you a puzzled yes as an answer. “We realized keeping the Fire and Earth people apart would do more harm than good for the future of the world and decided we needed to work together to build peace. Our entire friend group is composed of different nations, and our relationships too. My future with Zuko is dependent on our homes working together, on our people connecting with one another, and so I ask that you try to view this situation the same way you viewed it then.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way,” the water bender admits guiltily, your words obviously having struck a nerve with her. Who was she to pick and choose who got to work together and who didn’t? You had a point, and it was making her question how she truly felt about the changes occurring in her home.

“Chief y/n,” Hakoda calls from the doorway, promptly ending your discussion with Katara, “King Kue has arrived.”

The Earth King enters the meeting room with a look of awe as he observes the interior of the chamber and admires the Southern architecture of the building, and you promptly bow in respect in his presence before offering him your hand to shake.

“King Kue, it’s my honor to have you here in the South. We greatly appreciate you taking the time to attend this conference.”

“I’ve been wanting to visit the South Pole for years since meeting you all! It’s wonderful albeit freezing,” he admits with a sheepish chuckle while taking your hand.

“We’re happy to have you here, and after the conference I’d be glad to give you a tour,” you sincerely assure him before guiding him to his seat.

With all of your friends and the king present, you’re able to begin your presentation alongside Hakoda. You let him and Malina take the reins for the first half as they detail their plans to create an updated harbor for the South. They explain the logistics and the benefits of the project before allowing you to take over and explain the diplomatic prospects.

“Our hope is that this harbor will give the world a chance to visit our home and partake in our commerce as well as educate themselves on our history. Through outreach we hope to build stronger connections with our neighboring nations and establish an era of harmony and peace,” you explain with a pleased smile, eager to convey your ideas for the other leaders to hear. This is definitely the biggest thing you’ve done as Chief so far, and you briefly wonder if your father would be proud to see how far you’ve come.

“Chief y/n also came up with the idea of establishing embassies in both of your nations as well as allowing you to do the same here to further outreach between our people. However, as advisor I must note we don’t necessarily have the funds to enact this plan,” Hakoda states plainly, exchanging glances with you before looking to Zuko and Kue, “and that is why we’ve invited you here. We would be thrilled to have your partnership to make this vision a reality and strengthen the bond between our homes.”

You hopefully scan the room to gauge their reactions, and for the most part everyone seems to be open to your plan- well, everyone but Katara. It isn’t easy to ignore the subtle disapproval on her features and her obvious hesitance to opening up the South to the world, and it diminishes your optimistic mood. You recall what Zuko had said about not being to make everyone happy, but it’s hard to do when it’s one of your closest friends that seems to disapprove of your choices.

“You can count the Fire Nation in,” Zuko says proudly while directing his gaze from Hakoda to you. “Your people have suffered so much destruction at our hands, and we are grateful for the opportunity to help you rebuild.”

“Thank you, Fire Lord Zuko. Your efforts are greatly appreciated,” you express sincerely, taking extra care to be professional when speaking to your boyfriend in front of your peers.

“I’m sorry that the Earth Kingdom can’t offer our support so readily. We have so many of our own needs at home,” King Kue states sullenly with obvious disappointment clear in his tone. “But if I could show my advisers that the Southern Water Tribe is going to make measurable, concrete progress toward civilization-“

“Excuse me?!” Katara butts in harshly. The offense is clear in her tone, and her outburst takes everyone by surprise.

“Oh dear, please forgive the clumsiness of my words, Katara! I should have phrased it differently,” he quickly interjects in a panic. “We would simply want you to achieve a higher form where the South becomes a cleaner, safer, nicer-“

“King Kue,” you interrupt gently as you do your best to remain calm despite your displeasure at his words, “please be mindful when speaking about our home. You are a guest here, and just as we treat you with respect we expect the same.”

“Of course! What I meant to say was-“

“Chief y/n!” A voice interrupts as one of your guards bursts into the room. His tone and features are full of urgency as he approaches. “We’ve just received an alert from the prison! Gilak and his army-“

You cry out in horror as the man is swiftly knocked unconscious by a boomerang, and all your friends quickly jump up from the table in preparation to defend themselves from the oncoming threat. Zuko is by your side in an instant, guarding your figure with his own so that you’re kept away from the danger. He knows you can handle yourself, but after what happened with Koa he isn’t taking any chances this time.

Gilak and his men flood through the doorway, his malicious gaze focused on Hakoda who stands in the center of the room and protectively shields Malina from the group.

“Look at you, Hakoda. So eager to sell our tribe to foreign masters! And you,” he says in disdain as he points his boomerang in your direction, “so easy to be brainwashed by your advisor and your ash maker boyfriend. So easy to manipulate and fool. Perhaps Koa was right about you, y/n. What does a little girl know about running a tribe?”

“You watch your mouth!” Sokka cries out harshly in defense of you and his father.

“You watch it, boy. We’re taking over this meeting.”

“For the tribe!” Gilak’s soldiers cry out before all chaos breaks loose. Two of his men charge towards you only for Zuko to shoot flames towards them in retaliation.

“Stay back!” He commands fiercely, but your own safety is the least of your worries at the moment.

“Protect the Earth King!” You call out as you send a blast of snow into the gut of an attacker before they can reach Kue. Another soldier tries to strike you from behind, but you’re able to quickly dodge their attack before encasing their feet in ice so they can longer attempt an attack on you or your friends. “You swore an oath to serve the royal family and the people of this tribe! How dare you turn against me?!”

“It’s not us you should be worrying about, Chief,” the woman glowers scornfully. “It’s that no good Hakoda and your Fire Lord boyfriend you should be looking out for. They’ve made you forget who you are.”

“I know who I am,” you utter lowly before raising your hands to lift the ice so it encases her entire body. “Maybe you should think about who you are while you wait for the ice to melt.”

Your attention is pulled away from the guard at the sound of a loud crash, and you barely manage to catch a glimpse of Gilak narrowly missing Zuko as he brings his whale tooth blade down into the table. Gasping, you quickly maneuver the water around your arms to form tentacles that wrap around the man’s torso and lift him into the air before slamming him back down again. The impact is forceful enough to disable him of his weapon, and Zuko quickly kicks it away from his grasp.

“Thank you,” he breathes out in relief, clearly overwhelmed from the sudden chaos. You don’t have time to reply as more of Gilak’s army begin to break through the windows and wreak havoc on the palace. You’re completely surrounded, and despite your best efforts to fight them off you can’t ignore the fact that you’re outnumbered. You briefly remember to thank the spirits for the fact that your mother is out visiting Kanna and Pakku and not here in the midst of the danger.

Gilak gets a hold of Hakoda while the rest of you are distracted fighting his warriors, and your friends are quick to rush out after him. You follow in suit only to hesitate when you realize someone must stay behind to guard Kue. You trust in your group’s ability to handle Gilak on their own, but you don’t exactly trust the King to take care of himself. Without anyone noticing, you slip back into the meeting room in search of the monarch.

“Your highness! Your highness, we have to get you out of here!” You call out while frantically scanning the room for him. The chamber is dead silent and questioningly empty considering it had just been teeming with invaders, and there isn’t a single sign of Kue.

You hear the crunching of glass behind you and quickly pivot your body towards the noise, and the sound is enough of a distraction for you to be ambushed by chi-blockers who quickly disarm you of your bending and let your body fall to the floor with a thud.

“Not so high and mighty now, are you, ‘Chief’?” One of them taunts before moving out of the way so another can scoop your limp figure off the ground.

“Where is King Kue?!” You demand as you your eyes look around the room in a panicked hunt for the man.

“Relax, that oaf is fine,” the girl brushes you off with a dismissive wave of her hands. “He’s hiding in a closet somewhere like the coward he is. Besides, it was never about him. We knew you’d be stupid enough to come back for him, and you took the bait.”

“What do you mean?” You say in disbelief as they begin to sneak you out through one of the hallways before your friends can notice.

“You’re the problem with this place, you’re the one who let the outsiders in. We need someone new in charge, but we can’t do that until we get rid of you and Hakoda first.”

Dread fills your stomach at her explanation, and you’re able to do nothing but hang limply over the man’s shoulder as they take you to their hideout. For the sake of the tribe you hope Hakoda and your friends are okay, and you hope they can find you before it’s too late.

Outside of the palace, Gilak and his men have vanished and Hakoda has been returned safely to his children. It seems the chaos is over until Zuko looks to his side and notices his Princess is nowhere to be seen. Panic immediately fills his gut as he rushes back into the palace and begins his feverish search for her.

“Y/n! My love, where are you?!” He calls out, and after finding no sign of you anywhere his worry begins to morph into anger. “No… No!”

“What’s wrong, Zuko?” Toph demands after hearing his enraged roars. The group looks to Zuko with concern in their gazes as he lets out a vengeful blast of flames from his mouth. The Fire Lord is seething, and there’s only one cause for his fury.

“They took y/n.”

~~~

You sit in an empty room tied to a chair with Gilak as your only form of company. For a long while neither of you speak, both of you locked into a staring contest as his eyes of contempt meet your own indignant ones.

“It didn’t have to be this way,” he finally says to break the silence, slowly beginning to circle around your chair like a shark. “I tried to get you to see things from our perspective, but you were just too stubborn. You didn’t want to see the danger in front of you, and even when Maliq disrespected you in front of the entire tribe you still went ahead and invited outsiders into the South.”

“What is so wrong about working with others?” You demand fruitlessly, unable to comprehend how he can be filled with so much hatred. “Not every outsider is bad, but you’re too full of resentment to see that! We’ve been able to accomplish great things because of the help of our sister tribe, and with the help of the Fire Nation-“

“The Fire Nation?!” Gilak bellows angrily, and you can’t help but to flinch in fear at his outburst. “They burned down our outer villages, desecrated our water benders, took our Chief from us! They are the reason we must rebuild in the first place! And yet you invite the Fire Lord onto our land simply because you let your love for him blind you of his true nature.”

“The Fire Nation did horrible things, yes. But Zuko is trying to right the wrongs of the past. There is good in his heart as there is in the hearts of other Fire Nation citizens. I’ve witnessed it firsthand. We cannot remain stuck in the past if we wish to build a future.”

“There is no future for the Southern Water Tribe with you and Hakoda in charge, and that’s why I’m taking matters into my own hands,” he says menacingly before signaling for two of his guards to remove you from the chair and bind your limbs together so you can be transported out of the tunnels.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ve sent a letter to Hakoda asking him to meet me at the Bridge of No Return. He’s under the impression he’ll be trading his life for yours, but once he sets foot on that bridge and meets you in the center I’ll cut the line before either of you can make it safely across.”

“No…” you utter in disbelief, panic beginning to settle in your gut.

“The South will finally be rid of its problem, and then we can truly begin to strengthen our tribe.”

You’re able to say nothing more as a cloth is tied around your mouth to keep you from speaking. The last thing they want is for you to try and warn the others of their plan once you get to the bridge.

The guards carry you away, and you desperately try to come up with a plan of escape before it’s too late.

~~~

Zuko is anxious as he makes his way up the mountains. While fruitlessly searching endless tunnels hadn’t brought you back to him, receiving the letter from Gilak detailing your whereabouts didn’t exactly ease his nerves either. You were in danger, and if for some reason Sokka’s plan failed your life could be lost tonight. The thought almost sends him reeling, but he reminds himself to stay focused on the task at hand. He needs to be at his best if he plans to get you back safely- he promised your distraught mother he’d return you to her alive, and that’s what he planned to do.

“There she is!” Sokka exclaims as he points to your sullen figure across the way. Your arms are completely bound and a cloth is wrapped around your mouth to keep you quiet, and the sight has Zuko fuming. How dare they treat you so disrespectfully? He begins to rush forward only for Sokka to halt his efforts. “Hold on, buddy. I know you want her back safe but we can’t make any rash decisions or this plan won’t work.”

Zuko falters, huffing out a breath of smoke through his nose in protest before backing off. His eyes meet your desperate ones from across the way and his chest aches at the sight. He’d failed to protect you, and now you were a captive being used as bait for Gilak’s plan. He shouldn’t have left you behind, he shouldn’t have taken his eyes off of you, and he shouldn’t have let this happen.

You watch helplessly from across the way as Gilak sends his chi-blockers towards your friends and wince on their behalf as they receive the paralyzing blows. You let out a muffled cry of alarm as one by one they collapse to the ground, but you’re unable to do anything as the man gives you a harsh shove from behind.

“Get moving, Princess. Your time is up.”

You stumble forward onto the rickety bridge and take cautious steps in fear the wood falling out from beneath you. Hakoda meets you halfway before carefully pulling down the cloth from your mouth. Your features are frantic as you immediately utter jumbled pleas for him to leave.

“Hakoda, they’re going to cut the bridge! You have to get off,” you urge him desperately, tears welling in your eyes as you try to shove him back. The man rests his hands upon your shoulders to stop your movements before reaching down to remove your binds.

“I know,” he says softly as he gives you a reassuring smile before looking across the way. “I promise you we’re going to be okay.”

You follow his gaze to see Malina using her bending to stop Gilak from cutting the bridge. On the other side, your friends have risen from the ground and are busy taking out his army of soldiers. His plan has failed, and Hakoda quickly begins to usher you across the unstable structure.

The bridge begin to tremble as more weight is added onto it, and behind you Gilak angrily chases after you and Hakoda with a torch in hand. He doesn’t plan to give up so easily, so consumed by hatred that it’s made him crazed.

“I’m not letting either of you get away with this! You need to be punished for what you’ve done!” He roars angrily before charging at you both. “I’m going to take you down even if it means I have to go with you.”

“Are you mad?!” Hakoda cries before shoving you behind him to keep you out of Gilak’s reach. Another jolt shoots through the structure as Malina attempts to stop your attacker, but her efforts only cause him to involuntarily light the bridge aflame with his torch. As the two struggle for control over one another, Zuko dashes onto the bridge and uses his bending to put the fire before it can spread.

“Zuko!” You cry out in relief at the sight of him, only wanting his comfort after everything you’ve been through in the last twenty four hours. He meets your eyes and smiles in relief at the fact that you’re okay, but his features quickly morph into ones of dread as the burnt rope snaps and the bridge collapses. Your stomach drops as your feet lose contact with the ground beneath you, but the Fire Lord is quick to reach out and capture you by the wrist before you can fall.

“Hold on tight!” He tells you, making sure your hold on his forearm is secure before he propels the two of you upward using the streams of flames he releases from his feet. You land safely on the fresh snow below you, and you’re more than grateful to finally feel the ground beneath you again.

“Oh, Zuko!” You breathe out in relief before throwing yourself into his arms and holding him tight. His warmth soothes the chill in your bones from being so close to death, and he’s quick to return your embrace.

“I’m here,” he assures you as he carefully strokes your back. “I’ve got you.”

“Where’s King Kue?” You ask as you rapidly scan the area in search of the man. “Is he alright?”

“He’s fine, Pakku and your mother are looking after him. Are you okay?” He reiterates before pulling out of the hug to get a look at you. Indents have been left behind on your cheeks from the cloth that had been tightly wrapped around your head, and Zuko carefully looks you over for any other signs of hurt.

“I’m okay,” you promise him with a quick nod. “The chi-blocking wore off, I just feel tingly from being tied up is all.”

“They tied you up?!” Zuko exclaims angrily only to calm down when he sees the abashed look on your face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice. It just makes me so upset to think that someone would want to hurt you. I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.”

“It’s not your fault, Zuko,” you correct him with a slight frown. “If it weren’t for you I would have fallen of that bridge.”

“Speaking of which,” Sokka interrupts urgently as he directs your attention to the collapsing structure, “it’s about to give! How are we gonna get them back up here!”

“I can go back down and get them,” Zuko insists only for Sokka to wave him off.

“Your weight would make it collapse before we could save anyone.”

“I’ll try to keep it stable!” Toph offers as she uses her earth bending to support the structure. “You guys are gonna have to work fast, I’m not sure how long this will hold.”

You watch as Katara and Aang spring into action to gather the others, and the Avatar is able to grab hold of them right as the bridge finally falls apart. He struggles to bring them up, and you watch anxiously as he flies his guider back towards the cliff top. Gilak isn’t making it an easy task he makes a last ditch attempt to lash at Hakoda, but the man only succeeds in losing his grip in the process and falling towards the bottom of the cliff.

“Gilak!” You cry out in horror, turning away so you don’t have to watch the man plummet to his death. Despite all he’s done, you’d never wish for death on anyone, and so you’re torn at the fact that this is how the conflict will end.

“There was nothing Aang could do,” Zuko says in an attempt to comfort you, but you’re not sure if it helps. Hakoda and Malina are brought to safety, and you’re left to deal with the aftermath of all that’s occurred.

“How did you all overcome the chi-blocking?” You ask as your mind begins to process all that’s occurred. You couldn’t compute how your friends hadn’t been susceptible to the blocks like you had.

“Metal armor!” Sokka explains proudly while showcasing you his invention. “It was my idea, but Toph made it a reality.”

“Sokka, you genius!” You laugh, throwing your arms around him in a hug full of gratitude for his help. “I can always count on you to figure out a solution to every problem.”

“Thank you, y/n, I am a genius.”

“Please don’t make his ego any bigger than it needs to be,” Katara teases before taking your hands in her own and giving them a gentle squeeze. “I’m glad you’re okay, and I’ve been thinking about what you said, about changing my perspective. I think you’re right.”

“I’m happy you see it that way,” you tell her with a careful smile before looking to her father and Malina. “And I think it’s time I did the same. If you both can come up with a revised proposal for an ecofriendly oil refinery that will benefit the South, I’d be happy to give it another look.”

“Thank you, Chief y/n,” Hakoda says gratefully, sharing an excited glance with Malina, “we appreciate your openness.”

“We need to get you back to the palace,” Zuko tells you while resting a careful hand on your back. “Your mother is probably worried sick waiting for you, and I promised I’d bring you home safely.”

“Spirits, you’re right,” your murmur fretfully before taking hold of his hand and quickly beginning your descent down the mountain.

“They’re good for each other, aren’t they?” Hakoda notes to your friends as he watches your figures disappear over the hill.

“They are,” Katara agrees with a faint smile, her mind beginning to imagine what your future will look like. The embassies will provide a good foundation for the relationship of the Water Tribe and Fire Nation, and the project will be a testament to what you and Zuko had proved long ago.

The fate of the nations are in good hands.

~~~

The South has settled back into its normal routine. With the death of Gilak and arrests of his army came the end of the protests, and reconstruction was able to resume without the threat of unrest or discontent among your people.

You stand inside the museum with Zuko by your side, your hands interlocked as you stare at the wall before you. You’re in the hall of royal families, an area full of photos and relics of all the people from the past and present. You’d ventured into the Princess exhibit and were now staring at your wanted poster hanging on the wall of your section. You’d swiped the scroll from a Fire Nation market place while in disguise with the Avatar and his friends, and you felt it was an important piece of history to include in your exhibit.

“That’s the prettiest wanted poster I’ve seen,” Zuko comments with a small smile. “It’s strange to think how much has changed since this poster was made.”

“The past is a strange place,” you agree quietly before looking to your boyfriend. “Now that the war is over, do you ever find yourself thinking about the future?”

“Always,” he says, a familiar spark in his eyes as he stares down at you.

“We’re living proof that a strong connection between nations is possible. We always have been, and yet it scares people like Gilak.”

“People like Gilak fear change,” he murmurs lowly, the mere mention of the main leaving a bad taste in his mouth. “They fear going against tradition, and we are far from being a traditional couple.”

“Yeah, but I like it that way,” you say with a smile before reaching up to press a tender kiss to his lips. Zuko’s hands find their place on your hips as he pulls you in close to savor the feeling.

With peace in the South having been reestablished, you now have a good feeling about what awaits you in the future. It’s going to be complicated, there’s no arguing that, but you’re willing to face whatever challenges arise if it means getting to be with the boy you love.

You and Zuko are the hope for the future of your nations, and if your relationship has been able to withstand all the difficulties and heartaches that have come over the years, then there’s no doubt in your mind that your people will be able to do the same.

Water and fire are opposing elements, and yet you both work so well together. You’re two halves of a whole, and no one will ever be able to break you apart again.

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| atla tags: @sirkekselord @niktwazny303

#melzula writes #fire lilies #zuko #zuko x reader #zuko imagine #prince zuko x reader #prince zuko imagine #prince zuko #sokka #katara #toph #aang #atla #atla x reader #atla imagine #avatar: the last airbender #north and south

[cherry-pop-elf]

George Weasley Sexcanons

Because im extremely sick, so im bored

Warnings? Sex sex sex and more sex. Along with some submissive Georgie baby~

What gets his engine going

He’s more of the submissive type. Your definition of a service top. He loves to make sure his partner is feeling so good. Their comfort comes, heh, first before anything else. Mans has 100% just gotten off from eating out/rimming/sucking off

He’s….Hes got mommy issues. As much as we love Molly, you can not deny she was rather verbally abusive. Not to mention having seven kids means you’ll Never have one on one properly. I won’t rant, but mans got a serious mommy kink. Doesn’t matter if you are a man, he’s calling you mommy!

Is a sucker for risk taking. He’s gonna try and eat you out at a quidditch game, jerk you off at the leaky cauldron, he’s gonna rail you in an alley way. He’s an adrenaline junkie, and probably wouldn’t be to shy at the idea of actually doing it infront of people. He likes the rush of it all

If you get a tattoo with his name, or some kind of indication you are his? Oh that’s going to make him feral. He doesn’t actually believe in owning and such, but there is something so enjoyable about it in fantasy. Kink doesn’t equal reality! ((And obviously I don’t need to clarify what is off the table))

Let me say this once, mans has a MAJOR Breeding Kink. Doesn’t matter if you can get pregnant. He’s going to find a way to fuck a baby into you. He’s a Weasley. They love to prove the impossible

Like I said about mommy kink, he is so gonna be a brat. It’s not a number one go to, that’s Fred, but he loves being a menace to society. If he’s not being a brat, you calling him a bad boy might make him cry. That’s why it’s healthy to communicate in the bed room!

Spank him. Spank him nice and good.

Lingerie lingerie lingerie

He might be a size queen, but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭

Oh he just loves doing it in his office. There is something so hot about it. To have you sit in his office, as he eats you out. How you would pin him on the desk, and pound him so hard it starts to rattle. To have you casually come in, wearing nothing at all, and crawling over all the paper work to get to him. If he’s having a bad day, sneak into his office and remind him he’s the boss

Don’t think you won’t be shared with Fred. They are magical twins. They share everything together.

Don’t be shy of your body hair. He likes his bitches natural. There’s also something so romantic to him about it. That you can just be your truest self around him, and not need to panic about your looks. Just your true self, and such

Speaking of natural self, he likes his bitches a little thicc. Blame his dad for liking em big. Nothing like some love handles to grab onto, or some ear warmers to keep him trapped in place. But most importantly? The cuddles

Expect to be of ‘use’ during busy hours at work. Like sucking him off while he does paper work, or being stress relief after a Karen comes into town

Boobs? Butt? Mans a thigh guy. He loves himself a partner with thick thighs, long legs, and some well pedicured feet. Yes. He’s a feet guy. Thigh highs in orange will make him cream alright

Expect to be his partner in trying new sex shop items

Speaking of that, don’t be scared to try new things with him. You never know. Maybe your weird kink could be the next hottest item the shop!

AFAB Partner Shenanigans

His favorite position with you would be the mating press. He just loves having your legs over his shoulders, and getting a front row seat at your begging face

He is going to be that type to fill you full of cum, and make you walk around with it

Sundresses baby

Peg him silly boo boo. He will ride that strap on until sunrise don’t even question it

Expect lots of cock warming. Especially when busy at work

Your tits are his now. His favorite thing to play with, when it isn’t your pussy. Even not in a sexual sense. You’ll just wake up with a hand on the tibbie

AMAB Partner Shenanigans

His favorite position is cowgirl. To have his hands on your chest, as he pants. Whimpering and moaning, as you move in and out of him. To have you spank him to move faster. Gets him all kinds of work up

He’s gonna be a shit head and sneak under tables a lot and have his fun with you

You will wake up to him dealing with your morning wood

He is going to sit on your cock when he is doing work. He will be a bastard and spin his hips

#harry potter #harry potter magic awakened #hpma #magic awakened #George Weasley #George Weasley smut #George Weasley x reader #x reader #George Weasley headcanon #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george weasley x fem #x afab reader #x amab reader #Harry Potter smut #harry potter headcanon #smut #consent is sexy #bd/sm breeding #safe sex #sexcanons #hp magic awakened

[infamous-if]

i had to block a few anons (or maybe it was just the one?) because im getting the prickling sense that their "mc is pathetic" argument is not being done in good faith and they keep sending me stuff trying to insist that mc is a pathetic loser, but i do want to say that you are not a failure just because you haven't achieved world domination by the time you're 25.

g getting famous at like 15? is the radical thing and it's not normal lmao hence why they're called a 'wunderkind' in the demo, it's not the standard! even victoria, after a career of modeling, is just starting out as an actress. Soft Violence aren't even super famous, but people think that Soft Violence being a little more successful than mc's band means they're misfit alley level...they are not.

i think there is a lesson to be learned here and i think it's rooted in ageism and the idea that life is over after you hit 30. it's not! granted, i am guilty of feeling like this because society forces hustle culture on all of us and they act like the younger you are, the more valid your success is, but it doesn't matter what age you reached success, just that you didn't give up :) there's a lot that we don't know at 20 that we do at 30, as well, and a big portion of that is to try and give up and try again.

i don't think mc is a loser. i love mc <3 more than all the other characters.

mc is also a character who has to go through their own story arc, which means ~transformation~ it's basic writing! and that's why MC may not be at the point that people want but...you're judging MC from the prologue and the first chapter. why would they be successful if the whole premise of this IF is...a competition to get famous? that line of logic doesn’t really make sense to me but alas!

that's all. no more talking about this im begging you because my head hurts from this conversation but the anons are insistent lol.

#ramblings #unsolicited advice i guess! #im 24...so i definitely don't know everything #this is just my take on it

[sweetbluebanisters]

Ultraviolent

I can hear sirens, sirens

He hit me and it felt like a kiss

Who Controlling!Miguel O’Hara x Sweet!Reader

Warnings Contains!Smut, Violence, Abuse

Backstory A sweet bartender from the coast of California clashes with a mean man, who never doesn’t get his way. Two different personalities, don’t always work out in ways you’d wish.

This is my first time writing on Tumblr so please be kind and feel free to give advice + corrections in the comments! Also, Miguel speaks Spanish so I'm trying to incorporate that as well. Please tell me if any part of the Spanish lines do not make sense! I’m very limited and I don't think the google translator helps. at all. 

Ch. l sweet as sugar

Ch. II Deadly Nightshade

                                                             .୨୧˚.

Futuristic Cars, High tech machines that you could not work even if you tried. Marble white everywhere, buildings where robots work the magic. They were all completely brand new to you. Nueva York is something you’ll probably never get used to. 

You came from a rather big city in California, High crime, robberies left and right, litter everywhere, sweet beaches you can see from miles and miles away, and palm trees that are so big you could never miss them even if you tried. Also just known as Los Angeles!

Your name was __________ Monroe, you often went by Monnie in L.A, though. You are 22, fresh out of college where you majored in Cognitive science. You were always the one people could count on if they wanted to have fun, the one that no matter how bad they messed up, you made light out of that darkness. Least to say, you are a respected and honored person in the Spider Society.

You joined along Miguel and Jessica, a little trio if you'd say. About 2 years ago, You were exposed to a radioactive spider during a walk home from the club, all tipsy and alone. You didn't register what happened until the following day. You begin to feel soreness and itchiness on your wrist. You were easily agitated which was extremely uncommon for a girl like yourself. 

You noticed your indurance and speed increased in a matter of days. You began to notice yourself being able to call tons, light weight. Throughout your first year of being exposed, you then found out about your identity. Even you hid from yourself. You didn't know how to approach it at all, if you even had to. Until you met Miguel, spider-man 2099. From a completely opposite detention as yours. 

You were alone at home, per usual. Your only job as of now was a bartender for a night club, you got good tips though. It was around eight- o’clock, you begin to get all dolled up for her night shift at the club. Fixing your long _____ hair, dressing in very, exposed outfit to put into simpler terms. You put on makeup to your smooth skin, and strapped your heels to your feet. Grabbing your coach bag, ready to head out, standing 2ft near your exit just to quickly grab your keys out of quiet literally nowhere you are struck to the ground, it was so quick its like you glitched from standing to groaning on your hard wood floors. Feeling as if Zeus himself punished you for whatever sinful thing you had done and struct you down with lighting. 

“Wha- What the hell!” You blink in shock, turning your head behind you as a very, broad man look down at you, looking at you in confusion, you give the same exact look back. Its a 10 second staring contest before you realize the predicament you're in and speak up “Where the hell did you come from!” You shout, the man realizes that this complete stranger he's on top of is about to hit him with her coach bag, that looks to weigh tons. 

“No! No- my bad!” His hands go up as he quickly crawls off of you, standing up and extending his hand for you to grab. Instead of excepting the help, you gets up on your own before groaning “Jesus Christ how much do you weigh?”

“Im not in the mood for remarks like that.” The stranger scolded, looking at you as you stare at him in in unremarkable disbelief. “You’re in my house telling me you're not in the mood for remarks like that? Why are you in my house and where did you enter!” She snapped, looking at the man up in down, studying his features.

“And why are you in that Spiderman suit.” She mumbles under her breath, her eyes study the mans suit, seeing that he actually looks very.. built. the man rolled his eyes before speaking “You need to stop waisting your time and except that you're a Spider-Human.” He deadpans, looking at you, you had to extend your head up just to look into his scarlet eyes, you’d be lying if you said the man wasn't attractive.

“Are you cosplaying right now? Like are you actually insane?” You provoked the big man, he looks down, grabbing the bridge of his nose while shaking his head entirely. “You were bitten by a radioactive spider, you do realize, right? Didn't you notice the symptoms?” He question looking at you, but you couldn't help shake the feeling that you felt like you were in the clouds

“I was convinced it was just a regular bite, I was like getting stronger but I thought it was because I was working out?” You wondered, looking down and realizing that even though this shouldn't be happening to her, it does make sense to why she suddenly started feeling stronger, and quicker. 

“Able to lift heavy objects like they weigh 5 pounds?”

“Yep.”

“Running faster and running and for longer?”

“Sure.”

“Hearing increased?”

“Oh, yeah! sometimes I can hear my neighbors moaning through 2 stor-” “I didn't need all that, at all. You do realize you are the Spiderwomen of this dimension? Haven't you seen anything on the news?” He hesitated, looking at the girl who pondered her next choice of words “Oh, I mean I never really noticed I was bit but something like that. But, yeah there's a weird man with holes in his body that is like causing havoc or whatever, I thought he was cosplaying too though.” She began, looking at the man who seemed fed up. 

“No! No one is ‘cosplaying’! This is real, and you put your dimension in tremendous danger—“

“What am I supposed to do, just tell him to stop?”

“As I was saying, you’re just sitting on your ass and doing nothing, do you need to be taught?” The man stressed, she looks confused before speaking up

“Taught?”

“Por dios! Taught how to work through the Spider women thing! Like how to shoot webs, or how to y’know how to do your job!”

“Oh.. I don't even know if I want all that responsibly..” You truthfully tell, the man bites his tongue back before continuing “You put on the responsibility of spider by getting bit by this spider, you--” He urged out, before getting cut off my you “Excuse me? I was drunk and I didn't know! I promise you if I was sober and I saw that spider I would've ran, trust.” She corrected, the man began to think that you might have been missing just a few screws, not even loose screws. They're just gone.

“Please, this dimension needs a Spider-human they know they can rely on, at least come with me.” He pleaded, looking at you as you kept your eyes locked with his, you bit her lip as you began 

“But we already have a Spiderman?”

“Yeah, it’s you. What do you not get?”

“No, no. We have a Spiderman, I’m pretty sure he lives in Brooklyn.”

You can tell by the way that he’s looking at you, that information was definitely unexpected. But to avoid the loud silence, you speak up “Where am I going?” You mumbled, the man smiled back his pride before continuing 

“It's a dimension where all the Spidermen and Women work along each other, some live there and some go back to their homes. There's a training center, I can help you.” The man explained, he seemed to be dedicated to his job, you nodded with curiosity before speaking up “Do I need to stay there or-”

“No, you can go back home whenever, but if you want it is easier if you'd say.” He advised, you looked at him with a sweet smile before joking “It sounds like you want me there more than I do myself.” he scoffed before shaking head head, denying the accusation. 

“I just don't want another dimension going down in flames, that I have to save again.” He projected as you nodded, not listening at all. He tapped his watch with ease, as a spiraled portal projected out of what you thought to be thin air. “What's your favorite colors?” He asked, you look at him weirdly before telling him “Pink and.. uh.. black, why?”

“You'll find out.”

“Oh my god its so pretty!” Your smile lights up, cheering as you grab the custom made suit just for you, Miguel finds himself admiring the way you get excited for something so little “The little gems on the spider, Miguel!” You laugh as you look in the dressing mirror, putting the body suit up to you, trying to imagine how it would look on. The way you said his name has his stomach turning in ways classified as enjoyable. “Does everyone get costume suits too?” You question, looking at Miguel for the key to your answer 

“Yes, but some people stick to the blue and red combo for the cliche.” He answers, looking towards you as you still admires yourself in the full body mirror, she looks at Miguel before asking her wanted question

“Can I try it on, please?” You pleaded, looking at the rather tall man as he nods in approval, you speed walk into the changing room, making sure to close the door behind you before striping yourself of your heels, and your dress. being left in just her undergarments “Excuse me?” You pardon herself, the man looks at the changing room door, that hides your face. “Hm?”

“Do I wear a bra with this?” You ask, no implied innocence being stripped from that sentence, Miguel purposely coughs, he didn't know himself either. “Uhm, for now, yes. Let's just see how it looks.” He answers, you hum in approval as Miguel taps his foot, waiting for you to come out of the wardrobe with your rather tight body suit. “Its on!” You reveal, you steps out of the dressing room and looks at Miguel with your arms down to your side 

“Does it look alright?” You ask for his opinion, turning around so he can get a full view, Miguel looks at you, he couldn't help but notice the way it hugged your curves, but instead of voicing that, he just nods. He approaches behind you as you now admiring yourself in the mirror, again.

“It makes my butt look bigger than it is.” You comment, Miguel doesn't know how respond to that so he chooses to stay quiet. “How come it took such little time to make?” You ask, turning your body around to look at the man, he looks down at her. His stare is almost intimidating, but attractive. “With the tech we have provided, all we need is your exact body measurements and preferred colors. The machine makes it to your exact size, it even comes with special accommodations.” He informs, his words sounded so professional it could be mistaken for a advertisement. Your ears perk up as a way to show that you're listening, he continues.

“The fabric makes it easier to move your body, and helps when you're moving is restricted. The wrist of the sleeves come with built in webs, if you look at the black bracelets, you press that button and-- NO!” He begins to explain, but being cut off by the your curious thoughts as they press the button. The thick webbed material stick to the wall before you, You gasps before you let go of the buttons causing your webs to extend back in. Pulling you against the wall as you bang your head. 

“Damn.” You groan as you slides down the wall, Miguel shakes his head in disappointment as he helps you up before cutting the webs still stuck to the wall, off. “My head hurts.” You reply as you stand back up, with stability “I would think so.” 

“When does-” All of the sudden, your whole body feels like its being pinched at every inch and your body begins to twitch violently. “The hell!” You scream as you fall to your knees, Miguel sighs as he pulls a wristband out of his suit pocket “My bad, here's your 24 hour watch. Remind me tomorrow to give you another one.” His apology is rather weak as you snatch it from his rough hand before putting it on 

“You're not in your respected dimension, without protection your body is going to try to glitch its self back home. This just temporarily ignores that response.” Miguel explains, you leap up before looking at the wrist band, “Is there a way to permanently stop that reaction?” You question as he nods his head, looking down at his wrist watch, which attracts your attention.

“This watch permanently stops that reaction, unless you take it off. it also comes with built in controls like-” He begins to rant as you cut him off, again. “Can I have one?” He groans at the girls constant questions before answering, once again. “What makes you think I'll give a trainee a watch?” He sighs looking at you, your doe eyes wonder. You notices Miguel walking out of the dressing room, most likely annoyed. So you quickly grab her dress and put on your heels as she walks out too. Though you are wearing heals, you still stood rather short against Miguel.

“Well how am I going to get back home? I cant do it without a watch.” You provided a rather reasonable answer, the man smiles to himself which brings the girl into a state of confusion, she continues walking along him. Not knowing where she's going, but trusting the man enough to lead you “Yeah, about that.. as a trainee you'll probably stay her for one week, at max two weeks if you absolutely suck.” He explains, your eyebrows burrow in furry, being lied to isn't something you take lightly. Bystanders watch as they see a new spider women, whisper and gossip spread as you two did walk out of the wardrobe room together.

 “What the hell do you mean! You told me I could go back home whenever.” You argue, the man shushes you, telling you to keep quiet as you are causing quite a scene aready. “A week won't hurt, muñeca. Two weeks might though.” He dismisses, you abides to his orders as there is quite a few people looking at you both right now. 

“Go get some rest in the sleephub, I’ll give you an official tour tomorrow.”

“I don't even know where it is!” “You can find it, I believe in you.” Miguel gives you a fake flashy smile, before patting your shoulder and walking off without you.

You ended up needed the two weeks of training, and Miguel often makes fun of you about it to this day. You weren’t the most flexible when it came to web swinging but you definitely did know how to dodge people and objects that went flying your way.

Even since you appeared in the Spider society people could not ever end the talk about you. You were known as a sweetheart there, everyone and I mean everyone liked you. Though, there were always some people who thought your kindness was projected as annoying, but you never let it get to you.

People everywhere addressed you as sugar, which you thought was really corny. You don’t cringe at it though, because that’s how people perceived you as, and it’s definitely better than being called worse.

Even though you were known as Sugar among the spider society Miguel had his own nickname for a girl like yourself. ‘Muñeca’ which means doll in Spanish, you never understood it at first until Jess told you it’s because he thinks your prissy and spoiled, and a typical girl who thinks ‘’my way or no way’ is the standard.

And maybe you do! But that should be excepted widely among people.

The longer you stayed though, the more people began to tease you about Miguel. Sometimes they’d call you ‘Mrs. O’Hara’ and if you were being honest, you definitely didn’t mind it. Through the months you developed a small, tiny tiny crush on what you would call your boss. How could you not! He was most definitely bigger than you in size, he was controlling, and he was hot. Just how you liked your men.

As much as you thought about him, you knew he definitely didn’t feel the same. He only saw your presence as a burden in your eyes. He’d seem agitated or annoyed when he was around you.

A few months into you being part of the Spider society you fucked up a expedition he went on one day, different types of species were glitching into different parts of the spider verse and you were on duty with them to bring them back home. But, you ended letting one severely injuring you, hauling the expedition, It wasn’t your fault though! That thing caught you off guard.

Instead of Miguel assisting to your needs once you guys got back to the office, he yelled at you. Calling you careless, and voicing his annoyance. You threw that sweetness your perceived out the window. You snapped at Miguel for his lack of care, and told him it wasn’t even your fault. Basically, it was a screaming match that echoed off his office walls. Everything went blurry to you after he lost it, more or less snapped. He lifted you by your suits collar before tossing you off the console platform, injuring you worse than you already were.

A ‘ get away from me.’ would’ve been way more deserving.

He never apologized for that day, he just went along the following days like it never a happened. He noticed though that you were definitely trying to distance yourself. Your were still his assistant, though. So it was rather hard to just avoid him, or respect his privacy if you always had to cater to his needs.

Even after that though, you notice that the crush you denied having on that man only grew stronger. You definitely did not like the verbal and almost physical abusive side of him, but apart of yourself choose to avoid that thought of him. Only perceiving him the way you wanted to.

You don’t know why you excepted the job as his assistant, if it was because you were blinded by your crush on the man, or because you were bored and Miguel said you’d be able to go on missions along him with this job. But with a smile on your face you proudly excepted that job, and that day forward you were never spotted without him.

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[igotanidea]

Riding lessons: Jason Todd x fem!reader

this one is for @jasontoddsthickbabe - I'm not sure if I should hate you or love you for all those pics on your site (of course I'm leaning towards the latter :D)

graphic found on Pinterest (as usual), all credits go to the author

Warnings: well, it's not about horse riding (duh), SMUT SO MINORS DNI

„Ah! Oh!” the pornographic sounds and moans echoed through an empty apartment. “More!”

“What are you doing?”

Holy shit! Jason was home and that really took her by surprise.

“Nothing!” she immediately shut the laptop, praying to whatever higher power there was that he did not see a thing “Hi.” She grinned wildly to cover for the embarrassment and extremely fast heart rate “why are you here? I thought you were supposed to meet with …”

“He cancelled. And so I came to you thinking maybe we can spend a nice day together” he crossed the floor and crouched next to her.

“Mhm. Sure.” She started babbling “that is a really good idea, how about I ….” Her gaze was everywhere but on him. How could she possibly face her boyfriend after what he just saw her doing.

“Princess….” He muttered, putting index finger under her chin and turning her head so she had to look him “were you watching porn?” at this point she wanted nothing more than to get out of his watchful gaze, that stupid smirk and those mocking attitude of his. Instead all she could do was blush like crazy and start to stutter.

“I….”

“Are you unsatisfied, baby? I need to know such things so I can please you more.”

“No.” she shook her head and he raised an eyebrow not sure if he understood her correctly “I mean, it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me. What is it, hmm?”

“It’s so embarrassing.” She closed her eyes “I don’t know how….”

“Come on, just say it.” He grabbed her hands and started caressing her soft skin “it’s me. I may laugh and mock you a bit, but I won’t judge.”

“You’re not making anything better for me.”

“Sorry, baby. But I’m your boyfriend. I care about you. If there’s something going on on the intimacy level I need to know, all right? Just so I can treat you right.”

“I….” she sighed deeply “I was trying to learn….”

“Learn? From porn….” His tone changed a bit towards and the right corner of his lips started lifting but he caught himself in time, before she noticed “I mean… ekhem…. What were you trying to learn?”

“Riding.”

“Oh.” His eyes grew wide “Why not come to me in the first place?” his hand traveled from her hand to her thigh “I can be your teacher, baby.”

“It’s just….  I’m this old and I don’t know how….”

“This old?” he scoffed “Dammit, Y/n. Do you think age matters?”

“Doesn’t it?” she squealed  “It’s seems like I should have more experience and ….”

“No! Hell no! Fuck the society who try to put an age label on people. I couldn’t care less about that. Shaming people for going in their own pace is just… sick.”

“you only say that….”

“I say that because I love you. And because I don’t want you to feel bad about yourself. Ever. And because of one more thing….” His eyes turned dark from the overwhelming lust for her “Because now  I can teach you.”

***

He sat on the bed with her legs around him, straddling his hips, kissing her gently, holding her tight to his chest, just trying to get her in the right mood. Not that he needed to do much since with every other caress she was just melting into him. So touch starved it was painful. So shy it was making his heart ache and be mindful of every move not to hurt her.

“Baby…” he muttered into the kiss “let’s get rid of that, all right?” he tucked on her shirt and she obediently lifted her hands up to dispose of the material, completely bare under it. As much as he wanted to just dive into her chest,  kiss her breast and tease her nipples endlessly just to get those high pitched sounds of her this was not about him. This was about her and showing her how she could be the one in control. Top, not bottom, and he did not mind being a bit submissive. Instead he just groaned resuming touching her, letting her go in her own pace, despite that pressing urgency to just tear all of her clothes and feel her.  “You’re good?”

“Mhm….” She muttered “I need this off as well.” Y/N reached towards his shirt. “Why the hell did you wear a buttoned one today?”

“Cause of the meeting.” He laughed “but don’t tell me that undressing me this slowly is not turning you on, cause I can feel this on my thigh, you know.”

“It does….” She panted, getting rid of each of those fucking annoying little clasps, slowly exposing his toned chest. “God!” she whined, finally sliding the shirt down his arms, her hands moving frantically over his body on their own accord. At this point she almost regretted being on top. She was so used to him hovering over her, pressing that toned pecks and abs into her, pressing her into the mattress. For a second he wanted to give him back all the control so he could do everything he wanted to her and ….

“Hey princess, I know you like what you see, but get back to me.”

“What? I ….”

“I know that look. I know what you were fantasizing about and I promise I fulfill your every wish, later, but now – you wanted to learn. So be a good student for me, huh?”

“Mhm, sure. What do I do?”

“Let me just…” he moved her up a bit, making her whine due to loss of contact. But it was only to slide her shorts and panties down her legs.

“Jay….” She whined, now being the only one completely undressed and inhibitions about her body and complexes started kicking in. He saw her naked so many times before and she was still self-conscious about her size.

“I love you Y/N. I love all of your little imperfections if you can even call them that. I love your breasts “ he pulled her closer, sensitive nipples brushing over his chest “you thick thighs” which were now wrapping around him again “and your pussy. All for me. Now, let’s move you.” he grabbed her hips and slowly helped her rock them, the friction making her moan more and more with every move.

At first it was slow and she was trying to pick the pace up, getting a bit frustrated for not being able to get herself off, but every time she did Jason was holding her down.

“Jace….” She whined “stop teasing me.

“Shh. Steady baby, steady. Let’s build some of that tension to get better release, all right?”

“I hate you!” she whined fighting against him

“We both know it’s not true.”

“Come on, I need you!” she fumbled with the zipper of his jeans “I’m ready now I swear! Please Jason.”

“Fuck, if you keep saying my name like this, I will get off before you and that would be embarrassing.”

“You’d better hurry up then.”

Oh he did. She only did as much as blink and he already managed to free himself, putting his cock on full display, covered with the pre-cum, ready for action and she was more than willing to participate. It was easier and far more pleasurable then she initially thought. His strong arms wrapped around her, securing her and slowly helped her move down onto it so he could get inside, when they both wanted.

“Jace!” she screamed, finally feeling this familiar stretch she craved so much for some time now. Her hands locked around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting him closer, needing him closer. Lips connected, kissing frantically, hands roaming each other’s body. But not moving. Why wasn’t he moving? “Why are you so still….?”

“It’s not my job now princess.” He smirked, leaning his forehead on hers “it’s yours.”

“Right….” She mumbled “just like before?”

“Just like before.” He smiled “Need a little reminder?

“Yes, please.” How could she ever refuse if that meant that he was touching her hips and ass, getting her back into the grove, showing her how to use him to reach her high. Fuck, the thought that she was doing it alone, herself made her hot. (and to be honest, him as well). Once the control kink creeped in her hips started moving faster and more intensely, feeling the heat inside her. Oh, she was going to catch the high.

“That’s it, baby” his grip was definitely going to leave bruises but she could not care less. “So good, you are doing so good.”

“Sure I am. Just stop talking and kiss me more.” His lips connected once more in a crazy dance of love, passion and desire. She was so damn close. Just needed a little bit more, just a little. Jason seemed to realize how she felt, when his fingers found its way towards her clit and added to the pressure and overstimulation.

“Fuck! Jason.” she screamed his name and squirted on his cock with all she had in her, falling limp into his arms. Completely spend, exhausted and fully satisfied. “I love you….” she muttered into his chest.

“I love you too, my little student. You did so well. A+ if I may say so” he responded, hugging her closer. “now that I said it, would you be opposed to some roleplay….?”

She pulled away and looked at him with lust and curiosity in her eyes.

“You promised to fulfill my fantasies, remember? All of them,  sir” The girl whispered seductively and he wasted no more time in throwing her onto her back and starting another round.

Fuck, she was gonna be the death of him.  

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[onyourhyuck]

Popular. | N.JM | PART 3

— Prologue: “Tell me how I can fix this” + “You can’t. Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things.”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular — The Series Masterlist.

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“Let me get this straight, Y/n.” — “And I’m not straight at all so this is going to be hard.” Yunjin said matter of factly right after.

The voice of your best friend Yunjin was rather bleak and still trying to figure this all out. Yunjin is a young girl who you knew since a very young age. The two of you grew through all the odds; thick and thin. And even the situation that happened two years ago at the school. It caused your mental health to go down the shit hole and what more you suffered a lot. Yunjin was the only friend you had by your side through all of that and ever since you enrolled back into that school she’s been trying to peruse your judgement to turn away and forget about revenge.

But you can’t forget about the pain they caused you. You won’t ever feel at peace unless you put them in their place and show them what their actions did to someone like you.

“You’re invited to the party with the people who bullied the shit out of you?”

When Yunjin found out on message that you’re going to a party tonight. Ningning’s party you left out purposely for her but somehow your best friend managed to find out! And what else? Yunjin is now forced to see you change in your bedroom looking through your closet.

The two of you recently became roommates so you guys feel a lot closer than before. None of you have a bedtime schedule or whatever. But that doesn’t mean Yunjin will just let you walk into a party thinking you can do whatever you want.

“You. You are going to a party? Y/n you hate parties! You used to call them the gateway of slackers who don’t do anything to contribute to society.”

“Y/n are you even listening to me right now?” She terribly sighs seeing you picking out different dresses.

Okay that was the old you, the old you who didn’t care for popularity at all. You sigh throwing back the summery flowy dress. This won’t fit Ningning’s dress code: you need to look expensive like you’re someone rich daughter. You can’t go to a party sticking out badly. You need to stick out in a good way. You’re already getting unwanted attention because you’re the new girl. You might as well look nice and presentable.

“Yeah well… what do you think of this?” You force a smirk turning around with a red dress putting it in front of Yunjin who stares at you with an eye roll.

You’re now trying to change your best friends worrisome nagging. You need her help, you don’t need her to be worried and mothering you right now. It’s why you moved out.

So you can escape your own mother’s advice. You don’t need Yunjin doing the same to you now.

“Makes you look like slightly older than you already look, pass.” She didn’t approve of that red dress and it was quite an old dress. You throw it away on the floor sighing.

Instead you found that your best friend opens her wardrobe now and brings out a white dress that looks quite expensive. Yunjin always had the most expensive taste but what can you say? She was like a sister to you. The sister you asked for but never got. The girl turns to you putting the dress in front of you and pushed it on your chest with a smile.

“Go wear this, show them what you’re made of.” Yunjin now said slightly more encouragingly even though she spend the last hour and a half saying to you how bad of an idea this was and that you should’ve moved on and lived a happier life.

You wanted to say no, this was her dress. You couldn’t accept something this big and precious to Yunjin. But your best friend gave you a stern look when she saw your expression that she already knows you’re about to reject her dress.

“No, no, close your mouth and go change.” Yunjin said with a laugh and pushed you towards the bathroom so you change in peace. “Ugh fine fine.” You grumble with a little smile that you appreciate her so much. She does a lot for you.

You don’t know what you’d do without Yunjin.

The moment you step out wearing this slit on open white dress you feel like a princess out of a fairytale. Yunjin looks back at you for a moment, she couldn’t recognise you. You look different when you’re dressed up and happy. For once you look like you are determined and you feel great. Yunjin gave a little smile before pulling up in front of you.

With hands going around your neck Yunjin gave a small golden necklace around your neck to make the outfit stand out more. She loves styling you up you can tell.

You smile putting a hand on the chain at your collarbones where it rests. “Yunjin, this is your necklace.” You said with a sigh.

She rolls her eyes. “I know. I’m only letting you borrow it. Don’t worry.” She smirks and now passed you matching white heels. “You can’t go without heels.”

You knew she was right, you cannot pass up on those heels before you start to leave for the party. You have a ride coming in less than a few minutes and it’s a taxi you’re taking to the location that Ningning sent you formally.

You just pray you don’t get lost. But you doubt you will since the party will be probably loud and obvious.

Your eyes glance back at Yunjin once you were done putting on the heels and you are standing by the door, with your purse as you saw that Yunjin was smiling ear to ear watching you look very beautiful. Your hair was done in a neat bun and everything. You look glammed up and ready to go, which scares Yunjin too because well she doesn’t trust them lot of people. Not after what they did to you.

But who has the power to stop you? No one but yourself.

“You need to call me.” Yunjin firmly tells. She’s so protective it can make your heart beat so much faster.

You chuckle nodding. “Got it. I’ll call you once I’m outta there and in there. You happy with that?” You tell your friend hoping she was now feeling less stressed or worried. Yunjin smirks at your words and you and her make a last eye contact before your taxi pulls up to your house waiting for you to get in.

“Yeah.”

The taxi driver pulls up on the empty dark road. You get out carrying your purse in your hand and you take your phone out texting Yunjin that you arrived at the location.

Music was coming from the direction where the house was. It wasn’t even a house to you considering it looks like a villa. You sometimes forget that Ningning isn’t exactly from a decently normal family background.

You were always slightly envious because of that. You never got invited to the parties she hosts because back then, you were a nobody. No one, just a problem. Maybe even a nuisance.

Your thoughts are running wild so you try to calm them and just tell yourself why you’re here and what you’re here to do. You’re here to dig up something, anything. That something can be anything. Just a weakness to destroy Ningning enough so you feel satisfied. You pray you don’t have to take too long to be at this party but then again you’re here to build a name for yourself in the process.m

Maybe sparing a hour or two hours at this party won’t be so bad, you thought.

Slowly you bring yourself to the party where it all begins. You are in the spotlight. The moment you came there was people staring you down, whether it was the design of your clothes, your posture, your heels or your hair; people were judging you from head to toe trying to find a flaw. You see these cliques take dressing like it was the hungry games. You thank Yunjin for giving you expensive clothes for tonight to wear otherwise you wouldn’t of last. You’ve always been low maintenance. Preferring comfortable clothes and shoes. These people don’t understand comfort. They bleed beauty from inside and outside.

They were eying you with hunger or admiration. You can’t tell what they are thinking but you chose to move forward.

People always think the rich parties are amazing but now that you’re at the party seeing it and experiencing it; you have to say you’re left with a clump of nothing in your stomach. Everyone is too concerned with their so-called-status and you are left watching people get drunk and dance around to the disco music. The house was so huge you swore it can fit an entire country of civilians in this house the host owns. So many people would be begging on their knees and selling their soul to stand on these floors, to walk and hangout with them no matter if it’s fake friendship or not. To you you’re doing it for revenge but others would die for this.

And you’re here left wondering why? You see some kind of sadness in Ningning. She was a perfectionist. Wanting and striving to be the best one and if anyone was better than she was, it would be the end of the world for her.

Coming across the pool where the main attraction was happening. You see ningning sitting on the sun bathing chairs with black bikini set, sunglasses on her head when she saw you.

Ningning’s expression sours when she saw you but of course she cannot let her jealousy get to her when she saw what you’re wearing. You look beautiful and it’s definitely ruining her night.

God why must you get on her nerves so much?

“Y/n you arrived.” She said with a bland tone watching you come closer and you gave her a small nod with a short awkward smile.

Now that you’re thinking about it you see Chenle with swimming trucks on. The beautiful young boy sitting on the poor edge dipping in his calves and legs soaking inside the pool water, he saw your eyes on him and he smirks at you with a handsome expression as he pulls the black glasses away. The hair was lightly damp and you feel your eyes moving from Ningning to Chenle side to side.

These two are always together so you kept a mental note of that. If Chenle disappears then Ningning is gone too.

“New girl you’re on everyone’s eyes so far. I can understand why. You’re glowing tonight.” Chenle comments as he lifts the lemonade in the glass sipping it with the purple small straw.

You feel your mind wander off when Chenle gave you a compliment. That’s so uncommon you weren’t sure how to feel hearing it. It was both nerve wrecking but you’re glad — it means it’s working whatever you’re doing right now.

You’re gathering popularity little by little. Chenle sits up with a phone in his hand now pushing it in front of you as he smirks. “Mind giving me your instagram so I can post you on it? I have a feeling we will be getting along.”

You see Ningning giving you a glaring side eye. You look back at the black phone that looks like the grandest new addiction phone you ever saw before. You put on a small smile nodding. “Alright.” You thought this was working out perfectly. He’s posting you on his story and at this point you feel like the amount of followers he has they will double to your account.

Writing your account on the search bar on the app you find your account and you press the follow button. Giving the phone back to Chenle who smirks seeing your username.

“Thanks.” He grins. “I’m getting a drink Ning. You want something?” He now shouts turning to the girl laying down with a scowl.

“Martini, Lele!” She demands as her best friend went away to gather the drink she wanted meanwhile you’re now stuck sitting with Ningning in silence by the pool.

What do you even do at a party now that you think about it?

What do you speak about too? You don’t drink. You never danced. You’re not the type to even attend parties but now you’re having to pretend like you know what you’re doing over here so you don’t seem too suspicious. But you’re so stiff.

Everyone here was dancing moving their bodies to the music letting their worries out of their heads but you, you can’t let loose like that. You can’t have fun in this setting. It’s just not your scene I guess, never was but you came for another reasoning than to have fun.

Ningning’s glare made you even more on the edge. “So Y/n. What do your parents do?”

‘Ah she’s trying to dig information to use against me.’ You thought. Of course she is.

“Business.” You say quick trying to makeup a lie on the spot. You can’t have them thinking you’re from an average background family otherwise it would make them think less of you.

They thought of you less in the past because of it so why say the same answer when you know the truth? You decide to make a white lie. Not like they will try to figure out more than that.

Ningning’s body stands up and she now sits next to you as she became intrigued when you said business and she raised her eyebrows up. “Oh really? What type of business?”

You clear your voice. “Fashion business. They do it overseas too.”

You’re going based on the fashion you’re wearing tonight. You’re thanking your best friend Yunjin for majoring in fashion right now.

You fake a smile. “How about your parents, Ningning?”

The girl starts to now boast. Of course why wouldn’t she? Ningning is proud of her family jobs and so much more it’s why she had do whatever she wanted in this house. “My family are doctors.” She smirks watching your reaction and you gave a small nod. They must make a ton of money you thought. And they probably don’t have any time for Ningning at all. It was kind saddening for you. “Everything you see is out of my family’s money.”

“But don’t let it get to you. This is their money not mine.” Ningning’s condescending tone really put you in a tough spot as she makes you laugh a bit under her breath to lighten the mood at least.

The girl was flexing you knew it but what can you do? You’d flex it too if you were in her position. Ningning smirks seeing your small laugh but she looks back at the pool area which was more of a lounging thing. Silence became a thing until Chenle came back with the martini and a beer of can in his other hand that he was sipping from casually. He sometimes looks like the most ordinary guy but you knew that deep down, Chenle was probably the most outstanding guy you can meet. He was lavish.

Chenle coos to Ningning handing her the martini. “Here you go.” He sat down sipping the beer but now you stood up. “I need the toilet. Do you know where it is?” You ask the girl with a short smile.

Ningning looks back at you as she sips the martini slowly taking the olive on the toothpick off as she bite into it. You hate to admit it but she’s quite beautiful when she isn’t glaring at you, especially while sipping the martini.

“Ugh. It’s upstairs on the left. You’ll see it immediately just keep your eyes open.” You slowly nod while listening to Ningning giving you directions, you walk away going inside the house leaving them two now.

As you walk upstairs your eyes slowly look over scanning the different rooms. Your hands brush over the single handed doors peeking in. You see multiple study rooms and the bathroom like Ningning said where it was but you don’t actually need the toilet. You look away and quickly brush over a specific door on the right corner going inside it.

The room smells of perfumes and you sniff around. Ningning’s perfume was overflowing the entire room you can definitely tell this was her room now, you don’t even need anything to clarify it.

Your body walks around the bedroom and you go over to the computer desk turning on the pc. You realise that there was in need of a password and you turn your head to the side when pushing your elbows on the side suddenly catching your eye was a picture frame.

“Hm… password.” You thought as you search around the bedroom now for anything can be the password. You see it’s quite obvious to figure it out once you think in simple ways.

9 out of 10 chances of a password being a word you keep close to you around all the time so the chances of remembering it was higher. You need to find a word that was very close to the girl otherwise you won’t find the password

You pick the picture frame up thinking. It was a picture of Chenle and Ningning at a private beach house with fireworks in the background they set up in the past.

“Don’t tell me…” you say having a moment of realisation as you put the picture back down on the desk so you can type the password you are taking a wild guess what it could be.

You press the words ‘Lele’ in the password bar and then pressing enter you see a green check appear and you smirk ear to ear finding yourself to be quite smart for a moment.

“I’m a genius.” You whisper to yourself proudly for a moment as you start searching her files for anything you can use against Ningning. Anything.

Who would’ve guessed Chenle was her password? You think it was a lucky guess of yours from earlier. You search her computer until you bring yourself to go to the delete trash bin app on the computer. You found nothing saved but perhaps, perhaps the trash bin has something right?

And you were right. People never empty their computers thinking no one would get on them. Well Ningning you are in for a catch, you thought deeply. The pictures you see in the trashbin was something forbidden.

You grin downloading the pictures on your phone. You airdrop them up on your phone and then you slowly start to take all of them in.

Ningning is going down after this, you vow. There’s no way she will recover from this at all.

Then outside you heard the steps coming up the stairs. Your eyes widen in panic as you slowly turn around listening but the music downstairs was muffled and the footsteps got more and more closer. You start to slowly shut down everything and you move out the chair.

Your feet slowly walk out of Ningning’s bedroom and you creep inside the bathroom door as soon as possible but then a hand stops you from going there. The smell of a wood musk inhaling your nostrils makes it flare. Your eyes widen as you look up and the man stopping you was looking down at you with a wide grin.

The sight of you was heavenly. You look beyond beautiful tonight and you found yourself feeling small when trapped by a long hand stopping you going to the bathroom.

“There you are, Y/n. Where are you off to?” The deep voice strikes you. Jaemin was staring you up and down and you look at him with a scowl. “Toilet. Why? Am I not allowed to go now or what?”

“No, no of course not. I know what to not ask a lady.” He smiles laughing while he pulls his hand back and you want to already leave the party at the sight of the annoying clingy man back again.

Thank god you got what you needed. You try to now leave past him but Jaemin grabs your wrist pulling you back in front of him where he can see you for a little longer.

He can’t get enough of you, and tonight he wants to savour it more. “Y/n what’s the rush?” He says with a small chuckle seeing your annoyed gaze again.

You sigh. “Jaemin what do you want?” Jaemin smiles when you asked him this finally. He waited to tell you what he wants right now.

“I want you. Come dance with me?” He now offers giving you his hand forward and you stare at him in a slow moment of thoughts.

You don’t know how to dance.

“I rather not.” You state blankly.

Jaemin comes forward slowly closing your bodies gap while begging you as his voice drops to whispers. “Please? Why won’t you dance with me.”

You try to avoid him as much as possible but it’s quite hard when he’s pleading you in that voice it makes you weak slightly. Weak to your knees. You can’t tell if it’s because he sounds attractive when he’s begging you, or if it’s the heels you’re wearing.

“Jaemin, I can’t dance.” You murmur in soft embarrassment.

He smirks hearing you admit it. Is this why you rejected him? He was expecting you to say something more life-ending. “That’s okay, princess. I’ll help you.” He reassures and it somehow made you feel better.

It shouldn’t make you feel better. But it did and does make you feel so much lighter than before.

Pulling you back on the dance floor downstairs. He and you were in the crowd slowly dancing, it takes you a while to loosen up but he wraps a hand by your waist pulling you closer while his fingers brush against your bare back. You feel your breath being held in and you don’t realise it while he was dancing and moving your body along the moves. You and him are overtaking the crowd and as he was grinding by your body keeping you close as if he was possessive of you at the same time he wanted to show you off that he was dancing with you, he is the one dancing with you and no one else.

He didn’t want anyone else to see you but at the same time he didn’t want you to be hidden away from the world so what he does is to show you off while having his hands all over you while he teaches you to dance.

“That’s it Y/n, You’re getting it.” He told you against your ears as Jaemin’s face were brushing on your cheek while holding your hips on the side while you are dancing back and forth.

Jaemin saw your eyes waver from his eye contact and he twirls you around suddenly, bringing you back to his chest while holding your hand with a small smug smile.

He saw your surprised expression with a heavy sigh coming out of your mouth. “You look beautiful tonight by the way.”

You heard his voice tell you with sincere honesty and you smirk a little hearing it. Jaemin slowly adds. “Is it for me you’re looking this beautiful?”

“Keep dreaming.”

“It was worth asking.” He laughs a bit as you really cut him where it hurts the most but he doesn’t mind it. He finds your short blunt responses to his flirtatious comments to be very entertaining. Never once did he think he would become so obsessed with a new girl like you, but here he is.

He’s clinging on the bare minimum moments with you, like a lost puppy right now.

You slowly pull away from the dance. You saw Ningning eyeing you from across the dance floor as she’s dancing with Chenle now, somehow you feel like she’s burning the entire city down to ash when you’re around Jaemin.

In fact it’s Jaemin around you. You don’t really find yourself searching for the boy because he always finds you.

“I’m getting a drink.” You say while turning around going to find somewhere to find a glass of water anywhere at least.

You leave Jaemin at the dance floor while you do this you walk to the groups of people crowding the area without many thoughts you find your heart pacing super fast and your breath was caught in your throat when you walk bumping into another man and his partner arm in arm. They spill their drink over your dress and the other girl was also getting drinks spilled all over her dress while screaming. You let out a soft gasp.

Shit, you thought.

Yunjin’s dress was completely wrecked now. Stained by the alcohol drink spilling over it and you look over at the girl and the man who look quite pissed off right now.

The girl glares. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” She shouts catching the people around attention and you stand there shaking your head about to say no but the girl pushed back pushing you against the wall as she was going to slap you over but then in the process of pushing you her nail got stuck to the necklace.

You gasp a bit catching the necklace on the floor while you push the girl away so you can grab the necklace on the floor. You can’t lose the necklace, not the necklace that Yunjin gave you.

Her boyfriend reacts when you pushed his girlfriend away to grab the necklace and when he approached you to go and do something worse, you thought he was going to hurt you badly, but the hand raising to hurt you was grabbed by a shadow overlooking in front pushing between the man and you.

Jaemin stood there grabbing the hand and pushing the man back to the ground before he looks over at you on the floor with spilled drink all over you. He kneels down grabbing your arm helping you slowly up. “Y/n are you okay?” He asked in concern.

You look back at the angry man and the woman too when he asked if you’re okay. You are but you’re completely overwhelmed. You’re shaking and right now you feel like old memories are coming to haunt you.

He feels you shaking in the hold. Jaemin pushed away when the people at the party started gossiping and recording. To take you away from the spotlight he brought you outside the house party now and sat you down by the nearby stairs in the front garden of Ningning’s home.

The tears running down your cheeks as you wipe them away. You can’t believe you’re crying right now in front of your own enemy.

You hate it, crying. You always hated it but what you hated the most was showing your tears to someone else it felt so pathetic.

You don’t even know why you’re crying? Maybe it’s because you know how much this dress and necklace met so much to Yunjin and she trusted you to wear it out tonight and you ruined it. You feel like it’s your own fault for not looking where you were going and Jaemin sat down next to you by the stair as he looks at you wiping your tears from your eyes with the back of your palm.

You look even more beautiful when crying. Jaemin was distracted by your beauty but he was checking you for any injuries.

“Y/n are you hurt?” He softly asks you.

You don’t reply as you’re looking at the broken necklace now too. You ruined her necklace. God you are going to be the worst friend ever when you return back home to your roommate.

He slowly moved a little closer. “Y/n why are you crying? Are you hurt? Show me where it’s hurting.” He demands now a little from you as you shake your head in response. “No… I’m not hurt.”

The boy hearing your words feels more relieve to know you’re okay but then why were you crying? He thought you were maybe scared or shocked by the fight earlier. You didn’t deserve it after all.

Your hair was slightly messy now and he moves strands of it behind your ears while he watches the tears staining your cheeks, just like how your dress was stained by the drinks dropped on you.

“Tell me how I can fix this?” He now asks you. He didn’t want to see you like this and it’s not even close to what he was feeling.

Seeing you cry like this makes him look for ways to destroy everything in his way right now.

Your voice between the sighs as you calm down slowly while your tears pushing back to your ears so they don’t fall out. “You can’t. Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things.”

You try to sound tough and that this wasn’t bothering you. You don’t want to show that you are stressing over how you ruined this dress and it’s not even your dress. It’s your friend’s dress.

And you ruined it.

“If it was temporary why are you crying y/n? It must be important to you if you’re crying.” He says softly with a little smile while he puts an arm around you so you can now rest your head on his shoulder while he is running his fingers down your arms slowly. You knew Jaemin was right. If it was temporary you wouldn’t be crying like this.

You slowly whisper. “This dress and necklace, someone gave it to me. Someone that is very special to me.”

Jaemin listens to your words and he slowly nods. “Is that really why you’re crying so much?” He chuckles a bit he found you slightly cute when you cry over these things.

He found your empathy to be surprisingly… beautiful.

“How much do you need? I will give you.” He now said bringing his arm back while he faces you and your reaction falters at his words.

He will give you money to get your dress fixed? You can’t believe he would do something like this for you. Jaemin looks at you as if he was serious, serious on his words he just told you and you have no choice but to accept this.

“It’s okay Jaemin you don’t have to.” You state bluntly you don’t want to owe him anything but Jaemin ignores your words despite hearing you say this. He won’t accept a no as an answer.

Jaemin leans closer putting his finger softly against your lips shushing you up immediately.

He smirks pulling back his finger as he saw your silence. “Y/n I want to do this for you. It wasn’t even your fault what happened back there so let me repay you with that?”

You look at him with glistening eyes. They’re glistening because you cried so much and Jaemin liked staring at them. Your eyes were so big he could see his own reflection in them and you were so dreamy looking.

“Fine, but I don’t owe you anything.” You say with a mumble.

Jaemin smirks. “No but you might owe me a kiss?”

He saw your glare at him and he sighs. “Come on not even one? I protected you back there Y’know.”

You roll your eyes. “I didn’t ask you to protect me.” Jaemin chuckles. “No you didn’t you’re right, but that’s what a gentleman does.”

You wanted to throw a sarcastic comment but you’re so drained right now and Jaemin saw right through your disguise seeing how low on mood you are. He grabs your hand slowly comfortingly rubbing it with his thumb and he gave a kiss at the back of your hand.

“Cheer up. I’ll buy you a new dress, new necklace. You won’t have to worry.”

“Thanks… but you still won’t get that kiss.”

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[hidden-among-stars]

I do think it’s important to clarify in your OP about the house bill that this is anti-trans legislation first and foremost. while it’s of concern for alterhumans, it is very deliberately being proposed as a way to frame trans people as animals & target trans kids—the author of the bill doesn’t actually care (and probably doesn’t know) about alterhumanity.

This bill will be used to prop up transphobic laws, and probably isn’t intended to be passed at all. I don’t think removing or ignoring that context is appropriate.

- a trans therian

I was going to make a reblog about this exact thing, but I'll say what I was going to say there here instead because I think it's important to make sure everyone gets the chance to see this. This is going to be long because I tend to ramble. TL;DR: Conservatives are not framing transgender people themselves as animals, but their arguments about/beliefs regarding people who identify as animals are absolutely deeply rooted in transphobia, which itself is deeply rooted in a fear/hatred of any "divergent identity." These two concerns are very closely entwined and are part of the same fight (the fight of "just let people be whoever they are"), but are not in and of themselves the same in the sense that this lawmaker is trying to target transgender folks with this specific bill. What makes this bill particularly concerning is the fact that it treats nonhuman-identities as their own separate issue, along with the media coverage it has been getting, which could easily spark other more "viable" anti-"furry" bills to be written and potentially passed in more conservative states across the country. However, this is not a time to panic, but rather a time to be vigilant and start thinking about how we need to prepare to defend one another against whatever comes next.

The fight for trans rights certainly still needs to be at the forefront of our minds, and we also need to be watchful for this threat that is creeping out from the cesspool that is the conservative need for any kind of new "monster" to blame society's problems on.

-Sincerely, another trans therian.

The whole "litterboxes in schools/students identifying as cats/animals" thing started with conservatives who said "if we let people identify as another gender its only a matter of time before people start identifying as animals." These people are well aware that transgender does not mean somebody who identifies as a different species - their concept of nonhuman identifying folks absolutely is rooted in transphobia, but is not in and of itself necessarily about transgender folks.

Reality is, anti-trans legislation and anti-"furry" (read: therian, otherkin, transspecies, etc. - though furries who aren't part of these labels would ultimately be affected as well) legislation are two sides of the same coin - but they are still two distinct sides. That coin is the "divergent identities" coin (and really has many facets, not just two... so... perhaps more of a "divergent identities" cube?), as I'll call it. Anything that isn't cis, het, christian, human-identifying, etc. would be considered a "divergent" identity - a disorder, an illness, something to be cured, something to be eliminated.

Yes, anti-"furry" clauses have up until now been wrapped up with anti-transgender bills. That's conservatives trying to, pardon the horrible cliche, kill two birds with one stone - but one bird they are assuming exists/believe exists because of a sensationalist story, not because they necessarily know it actually exists. Make absolutely no mistake though, now that even the slight possibility of nonhuman identifying folks is on their radar, they are going to work to - in their mind - prevent it, and "cure" (read: eliminate by whatever means they feel necessary) it for whoever already fits that description.

Up until now, it's been a side issue. Something to just tack onto anti-trans bills. The fact that some jerk of a lawmaker decided that it was a strong enough issue on its own to create its own bill is concerning because this marks the first time that it is being treated less like a hypothetical or a side problem, and more like it's own separate issue worth addressing.

However, these two are part of the exact same fight, and cannot/should not be considered entirely separate. The fight is not just about "let trans people be trans," the fight is about "let people be whoever they are." That includes being any sexuality other than allo-het, that includes any religion other than christian (not necessarily an "identity", but still), that includes being anything other than cisgender, and yes, it includes identifying as any species other than human. The focus has recently been particularly targeted at trans folks, but remember that before it was trans folks, it was anyone who wasn't straight.

Conservatives always need a "monster" to defeat. They rely on the outrage of the ignorant and the bigoted in order to get what they want. Its why so many of their talking points aren't really about the economy or infrastructure but instead are about things like abortion, "illegal immigrants," non-Western nations in general, religions that are seen as "foreign" or "satanic," and any identity that isn't considered "normal." The reality is, issues like poverty, poor infrastructure, and prevalent violence are issues that can't just be solved in a day - but humans like quick fixes, so some folks (especially conservatives, though they're certainly not the only ones) think if they can blame all of these issues on anyone who is considered an "other," then many people will be quick to follow them in trying to eliminate the "other" and just push aside all of the real problems that continue to, in someway or another, benefit the people in power.

It only takes one conservative with even half a braincell to decide to google "people who identify as animals" after seeing that a bill was penned to target this specifically, to discover that we therians/otherkin/transspecies folks/etc. really do exist and that the identity is starting to gain more traction especially among youth (thanks, TikTok). I don't think the guy that penned this bill is that one conservative (this dude apparently once tried to create "bigfoot hunting season" so. y'know. i don't think he's doing much research about anything lmao), but with the media attention this bill has gained, it's only a matter of time.

HOWEVER - THIS IS NOT A TIME TO PANIC. I literally cannot stress this enough. Panic is not the response we need to have, but rather vigilance and preparedness for the day nonhuman identities eventually do find their way into the spotlight so that we can be ready for whatever we need to do to fight back against whatever future bills may follow.

#therian #alterhuman #otherkin

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You deserve it (Kenpachi Zaraki x reader)

AN: I’ve been planning on writing this since last November and decided to write it for Valentine’s Day. A like,reblog/comment would be appreciated!

I really really hope you enjoy reading it ❤️🫣

Warning: grammar, big meat GILF, slow burn to SMUT

Today is Valentines Day and it’s not often talked about or celebrated in soul society. While there may be some team members in the 13 division that are in a (secret) relationship, you aren’t opposed to the idea that they don’t do anything on this special day.

At least that’s what you think. Your boyfriend, Kenpachi Zaraki. Captain of the most rowdy and bloodthirsty division out of the 13 divisions, doesn’t give a rats ass about the special day. He grew up nameless, ignored and never loved. He had to survive on his own on the streets in Rukongai. So what does it mean to him?

You’ve been dating Kenny for a year and half now and you had a flashback of last year’s Valentine’s Day when he made it clear that fighting, sleeping and eating is the only thing that matters to him. Him only.

Of course, he wouldn’t say that to you though. You’re the closest thing he’s ever had to know what love is; he’s slowly opening up to you too.

Plus, he’s not that selfish. What you two did last year was eat BBQ at a restaurant, came home, fucked and that’s was it. It was his idea so you couldn’t hate him for it. I mean It’s the thought that counts, right? since sex is always good with Kenny.

But…

You want to do something different for the both of you. Something truly deserving and hot. Just to show him that there’s more than just BBQ and fucking fighting his men.

So. While Kenny was still away on his mission with his team somewhere in the world of the living to fight some weak hollows, you walked to his division after your shift ended in squad 4.

By the time you got to his barracks, you decided to prepare dinner first and then get to the other things that will make this day special for the two of you. Which you are so excited about.

It’s 4pm. You’re cutting the meat and placing them in the frying pan along with other condiments. You decided to cook his favorite deep fried chicken katsudon with spicy sushi,rice and mixed veggies. A big man like him needs his protein you think to yourself.

While the food was cooking you took a shower, put on a red satin robe and went to decorate his bland bedroom. You placed a sheet on the futon, a mat next to it and some essential oils on the side, and then candles on the dresser and a trail of petals to the futon. His room should look like this all the time you think to yourself.

“Good.” You clapped after you looked around the now dim lit bedroom satisfied. you looked at the time. 5:10pm. “He going to be home soon” you said and got up to set the dinner table in his kitchen. “He’s gonna love it” you smiled; feeling proud of yourself for the work you put in.

The front sliding door opens harshly that you quickly turned your head, placing your hand on your chest to ease your heartbeat from the direction the loud sound came from.

Kenny looks up after taking of his sandals and notices the kitchen light is on before his nostrils took in the smell of food.

“Oi…y/n?” He said with his rough voice. You walked out the kitchen to the big man who feels relieved that you’re here. He eyes you in your red satin robe. You stood your toes to give him a quick kiss. “How was work, love?”

“Hah! Too easy.” He placed his big hands around your waist. “I got bored of killing those feeble bastards I almost wanted to fight my men after the mission. A bunch of squabbling hens. Heh.”

You giggled. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t do that. Otherwise, I would’ve been disappointed in you for not coming home sooner.” You looked at him coyly.

“Hah?” He looks down at you curiously. “ Oi, What the hell are you talking about,y/n?” He said as if he did something wrong. Still holding on to your waist.

“Don’t you know what day it is?” You lifted an eyebrow. Kenny looks at you with a blank expression but also getting impatient due to the smell of food in the kitchen. “You’re on your period?”

“NO!” You smacked his shoulder lightly. You rolled your eyes and took his big hand into your small hand and walked to the kitchen. He sees a big red ballon with a caption, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Huh? Why didn’t just say that?” He looks down at you now blank face. Before you could even protest, Kenny easily lifted you up and kissed you passionately. Feeling his chapped lips against your soft lips made you forget what you were going to say. You smiled and looked at each other.

“Sorry, babe.” He whispered as he put you down.

You giggled. “Sit down. I made your favorite dish. With lots of vegetables” you said as you walked to the stove and grabbed two plates.

He sits down and looks at you. Admiring your body covered in that red robe. When you turned around and leaned to place yours and his plate and the big pan in the middle of the small dinner table, he notices your perky nipples against the fabric. Especially when you sat down.

And The both of you begin to eat.

“ Shit tastes good, babe” he says as he mouths down the meat. You notice his veggies are still on the side. Cold and ignored.

“Eat your vegetables, Zaraki .” You glare at him.

"Yeah? Or what?" he taunts.

“Then there won’t be any seconds…and dessert.” Still glaring at him.

There's a growl. He doesn’t like it when you call his name. A dangerous, throaty growl that would make most flee in terror. You meet that growl with a smile and a teasing glitter in your eyes, and the growl just . . .stopped. The Kenpachi grunts, then grins.

After dinner, the two of you clean up and leave the dishes in the sink. you tell him to go take a shower in order for you to prepare for the next course you didn’t tell him about. Dessert.

Kenny leaves the bathroom and walks to his bedroom with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips and his big muscles still a bit wet “Hah?”

You are sat on the floor, your legs are on the side; sitting next to the futon and you look up at him. “Kenny,come lay down here” you whisper. He’s speechless but still walks towards you. “Heh! Oi, is this for me, y/n?” He grins.

“Do you really want to find out?” You eye him with impending lust. “I might.” His tone is low, a gravelly purr”

He kneels down and kisses your lips and then lies down on his back.

You sit on your knees, your eyes look at him and down to his deep V. Your cheeks feels warm and He purrs deeply; he takes the chance to untie the towel but you stop him.

“Wait. Leave it to me, Kenny.” You said as you held onto his wrist. He submits and crosses his arms and puts them behind his head.

Still blushing, you look to your side where the essential oils are on the floor: Rosemary and lavender.

You pour the lavender oil onto your hands, rubbed them together until it was warm and started massaging his big neck.

His eyes now closed. You observe how big and long his neck is; tracing your fingers were his veins are until both hands worked it’s way up to his jawline and down to his collarbone.

Kenny’s heavy breathing tells you that he liked it so you do it again and again until you poured some oil in your hands and started on his pectorals. “Mmm…” he groans and exhales. You watch him in pure joy as your thighs are squeezing each other.

“You’re enjoying it more than me, Kenny.” You said breathily as the tip of your fingers rub his nipples slowly. “Yeah Y/n…” he says and opens his eyes to look up at you while your hands move down to his abs - to his happy trail and deep V.

The sounds of the oil rubbing on his skin fills the room which made you suddenly feel needy for him. So you opened your red robe only revealing your chest. His eyes widen at your perky nipples. one hand strayed up to fondle your breast and his big thumb slowly rubbing the already hardened nipple.

You lean into his hot touch and smiled. “Mmm…” You moaned while still massaging his abs. Feeling aroused like he isn’t already is, he rubs your nipple with his thumb in a circular and slow motion to get more out of you. Which he successfully did because you bring his thumb up to your mouth and brought it down to rub it on your nipples.

“Damn, baby.” He eyes you when you pour oil in between your breasts, the liquid trailing down to your nipples and stomach. You lift his forearm and started massaging it there. Up and down while feeling his veins on your fingers. He gazes at your breast; Shiny and oily.

You smile at his reaction and lift his forefinger and suck it leaving him speechless. Your tongue dancing around it while looking at him.

You giggle and lean down to kiss him as you brought your hands to massage his pecs. You feel his tongue asking for permission and you gladly opened your mouth and felt his tongue dance with yours.

After a moment, you break the kiss and fully removed your robe. Pouring more oil all over your chest and stomach, you moved from your spot and straddled him. His hands automatically on your waist, he rubs the oil all over your waist and stomach and eyes down your pussy.

“Y/n. You didn’t have to do all of this for me. Hehe” he said.

“Are you getting impatient, Ken?” You whisper as you leaned down and rubbed your breast on his chest. He feels your hard nipples against his and moans. That shut him up. You smiled and licked his nipples. “Y/n…” he hissed.

“I want to make you feel good, love. You deserve it.” You said hoping to convince him that he needs to relax from his bloodthirsty self. To slow down a bit.

You moved down to his big long legs and massaged it while you untie his towel covering your “grand prize”. There was already a hard imprint of it - the moment you massaged his forearm earlier.

Your hand begins strokes his long cock and you hear him groan; encouraging you to rub the tip with your thumb until your mouth covers it entirely. “Mmm..” you said as your tongue swirls around. Kenny bites his lip and starts breathing very heavily. Hearing his voice made you put his cock between your breast and continue sucking him.

Feeling impatient you straddle him again with your hands on his oiled chest and start rubbing his cock against your pussy. You closed your eyes to focus only on the sensation meanwhile he was looking at the action down there.

After a few minutes, Kenny sits up with both hands behind him and sucks your nipple which made you even more wetter.

“ Unh…Kenny.” You wrap your arms around his neck and watch him suck while you’re grinding on him. “Oi.” He said looking at you. “I’ve got a better idea.”

“Hm?” You eyed him curiously while grinding on him.

“Turn around.” You submit to him and He helps you by lifting you up due to how slippery the two of you are. And now your facing his cock and your ass is facing his face. With this new position, without warning, Kenny grabs your hips close to his mouth and slowly slides his tongue all around your pussy lips and then flicks your clit.

“Mmph!” Was all you could say due to the quick sensation. Toes curling and feeling his hot tongue lightly suck your clit made you lean down and had you seeing stars. You grind down on his tongue, roll your hips against the warm appendage. “O-ooh fuck” you said breathlessly - leaning your head to the side on his deep v.

You managed to stroke him with enough “strength” in the midst of him eating you out. “Mmm…you taste good, baby” he says slowly licking your cunt and went straight to slurping it loudly.

The sounds are so vulgar that you couldn’t do anything except close your eyes and take it until a loud slap on your ass made you squeal and lean up a bit.

You quickly started riding down on his tongue. “A-agh..unh…Ken..ny”. His grip on your hips is tight to keep you steady as you you rode out your first orgasm.

“ Ahhhh!” You started to see white and your mouth watered as you ride it out; so fast that you can hear the wet sounds of his tongue and your juice slapping on his big tongue. And he drinks it.

Seconds later, your wet pussy is throbbing in front of his eyes which made him a chuckle. “Hehehe…look at that” he said as he slapped your ass again. You squealed and turned around and kissed him - tasting your self from his tongue while your hand went down in between to take his cock and put it inside of you.

He grunts and helps you puts it inside slowly and slowly starts to thrust into you. His hips meeting yours; your kisses are messy and breathless. “Ahhh…” you said as you lift your head up, mouth shaped like an “o”. He hits the perfect spot.

Wet sounds from the oil and from your pussy fills the candle lit room again and the both of you are in bliss. Kenny’s looking at you, how beautiful you look above him, taking him so well. “That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good.” The sounds of your wet pussy is music to his ears. “Mmm… shit. You’re pussy’s taking me so well.” He hissed and slaps your ass now that both of his hands are placed on it.

His cock brushes your g-spot that it made you see stars and clenched him. Exhaling on his face, your hands sliding up and down his oiled chest due to his pace. “Fuck ye..s Kenny” your glassy eyes looks at him and you caress his hard cheek. “Oh god..Kenny you feel so good” you smiled and kissed him passionately.

The sounds of bucking, squelching, and skin slapping turns you into a hot mess. His cock feels so good inside you, rubbing against your g-spot.

Kenny raises his hands and caresses your breasts and sucks one of your nipples passionately. “Mmph…Kenny” you moaned before your stomach turns inward. You start to feel your second climax coming as he changes his pace starts grinding in a circular motion that his deep V rubs your clit.

He felt you clench. He looks up at you and grins, “That’s it,baby. Cum for me” he starts bucking into you fast. He looks at you with intent - only focused on the feeling of your pussy and your face because you couldn’t voice your thoughts properly.

He starts thrusts harder until his mouth opens slowly, breathing hard into your face, feeling you clench him endlessly. “Oh shit. Shit, that’s it, baby” he hissed and groaned loudly; holding your waist tightly to anchor you. Looking at his cock filling you and then looks up at you breathlessly.

Louder bucking and skin slapping sounds fills his and your ears until he grunts; he loses control of his strokes as you started to tremble uncontrollably, pulsating around him. “Oooooh.!” you said out loud and losing the feeling of your legs.

Your eyes closed, you held your breath and placed both hands on his shoulders. “Oh fuck Y/n...uhghh!” He says shakily. you’re squirting on him as he reached his climax. He groans and cums inside you while still thrusting in you. His cock covered with yours and his white fluids while riding out his climax slowly and smacks your ass.

“Ugh…” he said exhausted and drops his head on the pillow. “Y/n…” he drops his legs on the mat and rubs your back.

“Mmm…” Breathless and still pulsating, he pulls out of you. You managed lift your head to kiss him once more before laying your head on his sweaty and oily chest again. “Sigh…Kenny. I love you.” You said blinking with glassy eyes.

“Heh. I love you too, y/n.” He said breathlessly. His big arm wraps around your waist. “I’m gonna grab another plate in a few.

You snort. His weird quirk after sex: Food. You sighed and smiled.

I owe rangiku for borrowing her essential oils.

#kenpachi zaraki #zaraki kenpachi #kenpachi zaraki x reader #zaraki kenpachi x reader #bleach #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach scenarios #bleach tybw #bleach x reader #anime #manga #bleach smut #bleach x you #fave #bleach fic #bleach fandom

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Another pro-reader tip for mxtx novels: they are all stories with clear-cut good guys and bad guys and a strong moral message, BUT you have to actually read what the story has to say about characters without taking anything at face value, relying on genre tropes, or using identities and statuses as shorthand to your understanding of the moral system and themes of the story. So no, most characters in her stories are not morally gray (though some are, most can be definitively categorized as either morally good or bad, and ALL of her main characters are definitively morally good), and no she does not write morally gray plots where “morality is just subjective!” If anything, the term I think people are looking for is “morally neutral” (meaning that the thing is not assigned a morality in and of itself) in many cases.

An mxtx character is never designated as good or bad based off their backgrounds or class: Wei Wuxian, Jin Guangyao, Shen Jiu, and Mu Qing all grow up outside of the elite class, but Mu Qing (eventually) and Wei Wuxian are unquestionably good guys while Jin Guangyao and Shen Jiu are unquestionable villains. Shen Yuan, Lan Wangji, and Xie Lian all grow up within the gentry class but are all good guys while Jiang Cheng, Jun Wu, and The Old Palace Master are bad. Likewise, life circumstances or tools don’t determine morality. In mdzs, the sword path (which is the orthodox one) is used to commit genocide by the general cultivation world just as easily as Lan Wangji wields it to protect the forsaken commoners. Wei Wuxian’s ghost path was created to protect himself before being used to protect others, but Xue Yang and the Jin Clan pervert it to cause mass destruction for their own wishes. In tgcf, Xie Lian uses his god powers to attempt to help the Yong’an people while the other gods simply collect worshippers to increase their power and oppress lesser gods. Every character I’ve listed minus the Old Palace Master has experienced intense trauma that has informed their lives and colors their morality, but it does not define why they have chosen to take on certain moral stances.

(This is not to say that mxtx doesn’t have certain tropes she dislikes, as she clearly hates the “dedicate their whole existence completely to another person” trope. Su She, a villain dedicated to Jin Guangyao, dies. Zhuzhi-lang, a sympathetic antagonist dedicated to Tianlang-jun, dies. Hua Cheng, A WHOLE LOVE INTEREST dedicated to the literal main character, dies a whopping three (3) times before he learns his lesson.)

Mxtx does not condemn those who stray from orthodoxy. In fact, every story she’s (currently) written is about the dangers of entrenched and unquestioned hierarchy and status quo giving way to corruption every time. She wants you to question the dominant narrative of the benevolent group who descend from on high to “save the ignorant masses.” She wants you to question the idea that the only people with the right of choice are those at the top of the hierarchy. She wants you to question the idea that even the smallest decision of “powerless” people does not matter in “the grand scheme of things.” She wants you to actually think about the story conventions that you accept as infallible and question whether or not it would make for good shorthand by which to understand well-written characters and story arcs (and also, hopefully, how society is structured at large). So if you find yourself reading an mxtx novel and siding with the mob characters or lamenting how x character was locked into making certain choices “against their will” or being unable to reconcile how a recognized trope led to an unexpected conclusion because “that’s not how it’s supposed to go,” then it may do you some good to stop and ask yourself “was this idea supported by the narrative that I read in the book, or is this an idea I’ve come to entirely from my own preconceived notions of how I wanted the story to turn out based on how other, similar stories have panned out?”

#human metas mxtx #mdzs #svsss #tgcf #and this isn’t to say that you can’t question mxtx’s choices #again her work BEGS you to do just that #but you can’t have an adequate critique of something you refuse to even see for what it is #if you are expecting a normative genre piece from mxtx #you will leave disappointed with the ways in which she specifically breaks those norms #you will walk away without understanding how or why she chose to do so #and you’ll misunderstand her intentions and her works by foregoing this understanding

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You won't tolerate sin?

Let's get right back into this! When we finished off the last post we were still discussing question seven of Kotoko's second written interrogation.

This post is a direct continuation of the last post. In this we'll be discussing Kotoko's mindset towards the law and sin. I hope some people can find enjoyment from it.

Q.07 Why did you choose law school?

Kotoko: Because I had some doubts about it. That's my excuse for wanting to study it. I think complaining about something you don't fully understand is disgraceful.

Why this phrasing of her answer is being used is explained in depth in the first part. Now let's get back into it for real-

You won't tolerate sin?

"Yes. I despise evil."

I want readers to really let what Kotoko said sink in. She doesn't say she despises criminals or crime. She states that she won't tolerate sin or evil.

The failure to distinguish between these things is what I believe is tripping people up about Kotoko the most.

For example a good while back I saw people being surprised about how Kotoko went from this,

Q.03 Do you think any other prisoners who committed the same sin as you deserve to be forgiven?

Kotoko: Of course. Haven’t I already said that I believe my actions have been correct?

Q.16 How do you feel about extenuating circumstances?

Kotoko: I think it’s important to consider. I don’t believe it’s true that all crime is inherently evil, so obviously the situation should be taken into account.

Q.20  What do you consider “evil”?

Kotoko: The persecution of the weak and innocent.

To this,

22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)

Mikoto: Ah, Koto-chan. It’s been a while. Both of us have kinda split off from the group, but how’ve things been? A lot’s happened, but for now let’s try to get along. I mean, it’s your birthday today, right? I got the feeling nobody else was going to do anything, so I came to celebrate.

Kotoko: ……how carefree. It doesn’t matter, a villain like you won’t be forgiven next time either. And when that time comes, it’ll be the end for you. I’ll make sure of it myself.

Mikoto: Ahh?? Just try and do it, you nutjob. I’ll crush anyone who hurts me…… You’re gonna be totally beaten at your own game……! [TN: The word “me” here uses first person pronoun “boku”.]

Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.

Yet if we all take a moment to really look at what she's said and her wording closely. How she called Mikoto a villain but says the other's existence is a crime. The way she differentiates between criminals and evil.

Mikoto (John) is a criminal because his existence itself goes against Milgram's rules. As Jackalope said during the second trial commencement notice due to Mikoto (John's) existence Mikoto has been left free and unrestrained by Milgram's rules. Making it difficult for them to fully punish him.

One could say he's aiding and abetting Mikoto the prisoner by simply being there. Which is why Kotoko refers to his existence as a crime but tells Mikoto to his face that he's a villain.

As well as why she states she doesn't think all crime is inherently evil while remaining so certain she should be forgiven. Because she believes what she did was not evil. That what she did wasn't a sin. Because it was the only way to make the world better.

She's just making the necessary sacrifices for the betterment of society in her mind that could never be a sin.

"I did kill someone, as you say. This is the one reason why I believe in the power of Milgram. But I only took a life for the sake of protecting the weak from the absolute evil. I became a shield of the weak, because I am the fangs of the weak. Even when there is someone who blames me for my actions, such as you, Es..."

"From the beginning I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing Earth closer to peace. Useless Weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!"

Q.13 Do you have any regrets?

Kotoko: No.

"I don't have a single regret."

Kotoko states that the reason she believes in the power of Milgram is because she has in fact killed someone. If we consider this statement along with her admission from earlier that she believes Milgram was made by someone who finds the current way of discerning sin unsound.

Someone whose goal she believes is,

"Determining the good and evil of the truth."

Then Kotoko may believe in the power of Milgram so fully from the beginning not just because it could discern she killed someone but because it could discern she was a sinner. Something she won't even admit to herself let alone consider.

I'm not only saying this because it aligns well with my attempt to distinguish between crime and sin when it comes to Kotoko or even because if Milgram discerning she's killed someone was the only reason she believed in it then anyone with internet access and an interest in press confrences would be someone she believed in. What she did isn't a government secret or anything there are news articles on it that she's seen and shown us.

Unless Milgram discovered something that even the public doesn't know. Something that Kotoko herself doesn't even want to look at.

The thing she's been shielding her eyes from since this all started.

“UNDER” Swaying to and fro? Laughable justice-

"Laugh and I can get to like myself."

"Shall we replace the poor soul, and the miserable delusion."

"I could be deluding myself with wishful thinking."

You are the-so-called "Sinner" that you despise so much.-"They’re still here, still here, it grates me."

Over the course of the series Kotoko has shown that to cope with and avoid self-reflecting she fixates on the errors of others to feel better about herself. This is pushed more to the forefront in her second trial song. However, this mindset of hers is also present within her first voice drama as well.

During that she consistently deflects and highlights issues with the others to the extent that Es has to remind her she's no different from them,

"How about it? Do you understand me as a person now?"

Can I say something?

"What is it?"

Kotoko, you are a murderer.

...

You are a prisoner of Milgram, and beyond doubt, a killer. You are the-so-called "Sinner" that you despise so much. Don't forget you yourself are in a position to be judged.

"Sigh... "A murderer". Is that so? Trying to remind me of my low position in the hierarchy of this place? Don't disappoint me. Well, maybe it doesn't matter."

Notice how she latches onto the term murderer over sinner. She knows what she did was a crime. She doesn't hesitate to admit it was murder because that's a technical term that describes the act of taking another living things life. That's fine, that's not a charcter flaw. It doesn't make her a bad or irredeemable human being.

She's not evil. A crime is a crime sure but not all crime is evil. She can still be a good person and a murderer. Because not every crime committed is a sin. Anyone who's human could understand why she felt this was the only way to move forward.

In fact,

So, you think the act of killing itself does not bear the concept of good or evil?

"Well, if you put it bluntly, it does mean that. There are times when it's your only option if you truly want to protect the weak. To hone in on the point, what I did was,

"An action taken out of necessity in order to protect the rights of myself and others in the face of an urgent and illegal crime."

You understand what that means, right?"

Criminal Law, Paragraph 36, Article 1. Justifiable Self-Defense.

"Looks like someone knows it by heart. So, in reality if my case were taken to judiciary, they too would see it as justifiable self-defense."

That is Japan's Judiciary Judgment. Me deciding whether or not to forgive you, Milgram deciding whether or not to forgive you... is a totally different matter.

I would like to take a moment to point out how Kotoko says if while knowing full and well she was taken to court for this already. Just another friendly reminder that the prisoners can lie outright, withhold information, and do whatever is within their power to make themselves look better through their voice dramas and interrogation questions.

Further emphasizing just how much Kotoko honestly believes her methods and the outcomes of them are not bad. Because was purposely vague about being taken to court in her first voice drama and continues to use incredibly subjective wording to her advantage making it even clearer what she does willfully disclose are simply beliefs she in no way believes are wrong.

Which is literally why several people in this prison over the course of trial two have made degrading remarks in regards to her sanity and intelligence.

Also, Kotoko weaponizing the legal system in this way further highlights that she is no different from the sinners she claims to despise earlier-

"Hurting the innocent through violence, taking from others, killing people... I can't stand it at all! There are too many cases of The Law being unable to deliver a verdict to sinning. Just by exploiting loopholes in the law, the sinners who have bullied and tortured the weak can still live out their lives unpunished! I want to change this world but I alone only have so much power!"

Despite saying all this earlier in her voice drama as soon as her morality is called into question by Es she falls back on the legal system that she doubts so much. To the point that Es has to remind her that the thing about Milgram she was just praising can also be used on her.

Kotoko to her own admission has never been persecuted and how she deals with Es during her trial one interrogation shows that.

Q.18 Have you ever personally been persecuted in the past?

Kotoko: I haven’t. But are you trying to say that if you haven’t had those experiences you can’t hate evildoers?

She consistently gushes over Milgram's system as though she's not at the mercy of it. Attempts to bargain with someone in a position of authority over her as though they are equals. Then reminds said authority figure of their own shortcomings to reaffirm her own necessity within this setting.

Q.17 Tell me what the merit is in working with you.

Kotoko: I will act according to your will. I can also act as your guard. Have you forgotten that you were about to die before?

Then blatantly questions if it matters whether Es disappoints her or not.

"Well, maybe it doesn't matter."

Without really elaborating on why she said that.

In contrast to her muddled feelings on Es she really only has praise to give to Milgram as a system throughout her first voice drama.

Kotoko...

"To be honest, I don't know your true intentions- And I don't know if you're a similar person to me with similar thoughts. In the end I could be deluding myself with wishful thinking. Even still, this place has multiple methods of deducing good from evil."

"To me, MILGRAM'S very nature has a kind of charm to it."

Notice how here she says the law is unable to deliver a verdict on sinning not on crime. This ties into her answer about why she began studying law those doubts/suspicions of hers. Because the law can't punish all sin.

This plays into Deep Cover a great deal too.

A lot of people got things twisted. Kotoko isn't judging crimes,

She's judging sins.

Sinners not Criminals.

Lick that sin and oppose punishment./Hate evil as the evil that it is.

This mindset of hers ties into what she says about the prisoners over the course of Deep Cover.

So let's go over them all one at a time.

“UNDER” Doltish, a codependency of the weak - “UNDER” Doltish “001 Parasite”.

Doltish

Meaning

Cambridge Dictionary: Stupid.

Merriam-Webster: As in stupid, not having or showing an ability to absorb ideas readily.

Weakness

Description quote

“I wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling.”

"The word I tried to say was “You’re unfair”, and those words thought how pitiful I am." - "If I tried and couldn’t say it, you would get angry at me and say “You’re hopeless.”." - "If only I could do what anyone else could do."

MILGRAM / Character Voice Trailer [Full Ver.]

"Then what should have I done instead?! Tell me! Tell me so even I can understand!"

But Gunsli ignorance isn't a sin. Yes you're right. Kotoko is implying that Haruka's ineptitude led to his sin.

The sin itself is in the title of Parasite.

Doltish “001 Parasite”

Haruka's sin in Kotoko's eyes is more than likely sloth. Viewing him as nothing more than a parasite that latches onto and feeds off the weak.

"A codependency of the weak."

"Parasite."

Something Milgram highlights well through his second trial glitched voice line.

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry!!! Making you waste your life on someone like me...!!"

The series also alludes to this through his first song Weakness. Through having him constantly lament over how he wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling but he was in denial.

While having him go if only I could do the things other could over and over. Despite him repeating for all to here he wished he couldn't do those things. He wished he was a pitied and loved weakling that everyone would put their attention into.

He was in denial saying that he couldn't do it he wants to be the person that can't because that's the person who gets the most attention.

"The right future unfairly chose the wrong me."/ "If with one click, and I can reset everything- Can I be your favorite this time?"

I wanted to be a pitied and loved weakling. I was in denial, I was in denial- I just had to make sure.

Isn't odd how no one has really discussed Haruka's victim staying the same size and age in contrast to him being older in his second music video. I haven't really seen people discussing that so much as trying to focus on how his victim could be related to him. I think it's a really interesting tidbit though.

As it highlights Haruka's relationship with age well. It highlights how envious he is of animals and young children simply because since they are small, weak, and assumed to be ignorant they're doted on. They're given the attention that he wants.

Milgram emphasizes this through one of Futa's second interrogation questions. Futa displays concern for Haruka because he assumes he'd be hopeless without him but in trial two he flatly states this when asked about him-

Q.02 What do you think of Haruka?

Futa: I can’t afford to be worrying about other people at the moment Anyway, he’s not a little kid.

Mikoto even highlights that he's grown into a good man when Haruka wishes him a happy birthday.

The more capable Haruka is the less likely he is to get what he wants the only reason he's become comfortable with being competent is because he has Mu to fall back on for the doting he wants. Outside of that Haruka takes the easiest path to get the attention he wants regardless of if that attention is negative or positive.

Stating he will continue killing to be their good boy while also lamenting how long he'll have to do this as if he isn't choosing to do it-

"You praised me by saying “You’re crazy.” Thank you, I’ll do my best-How many more times do I have to do this so I can be human?" - "I will keep on killing to be a good boy."

He'll do anything to be this persons good boy except literally stop doing the thing they keep reprimanding him for doing. Complaining about his circumstances but not really putting much of an effort in to change them.

Sloth is not just pure laziness.

This is why I like the depiction of Sloth in Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood the best. Because it is the practice of doing something over and over not because it yields the best results but because it is simplest.

Even if the work is hard, even if one doesn't like it, they do it because their slothful and it's the only thing they can think of doing it's the closest thing they can reach because it's what they've always done and reflecting on why that is would be far more difficult than just continuing as is.

They dig the hole deeper because the only thing they know how to do is dig and they don't want to learn anything else. Sloth is beyond laziness it is a dedication to avoiding growth in all forms and where all sin spawns from.

However the prisoners themselves are a mix of sins just like any person would be. Meaning I could see Haruka's behavior as Sloth, but some might see it as envy.

Q.20 Did you hate the person you killed?

Haruka: I wonder if I did- I was jealous of them.

Both would be just as reasonable. Because people are complex.

Let's use Yuno as an example on the surface she'd appear to be lust- Even Kotoko can see that.

“UNDER” Obscene, pulling all cords to stay warm- “UNDER” Obscene “002 Slut”

Lust: "I want to be with you as many times as I can. Just the two of us, I feel a little tingle inside. Our love links us together. Just me alone, the warmth starts fading away. Let’s reload the warmth."-“Let’s just do it, please smile? Hooked up till the morning to this sweet “Umbilical Cable” Let’s just do it, please smile?"

However she also makes statements that could lean towards sloth as well. Such as her first glitched voiceline.

"I won't be bothered......."

This is also something Kotoko's lines about her call to attention through the lyric-

"Pulling all cords to stay warm."

Implying what Yuno has shown over the course of trial two- That she will cut people off if they can no longer provide the warmth she's seeking.

"Caressing me with your “Good girl”. Who needs your self-righteous pardon? I’m the one who chose, let you and you and you all in."- "So nauseating...so creepy...will you please disappear."

“Phew. Anyway!”

However, Yuno's narrative fits the moral and spiritual definition of the sin lust.

Even down to the point of bringing up adultery in her very first voice drama.

"For example, news outlets; they always make a big fuss about aldutery, inappropriate comments, immodesty, and so on right?"

"Isn't it odd? Even though you're a prison guard, you're about my age, aren't you? Or even a little younger? And then they start criticizing the people who make an appearance there. Don't you think it's all ridiculous? There's no end to how much people punish one another outside of the law."

Yuno's mindset from the beginning made it pretty clear that she wouldn't be a fan of Kotoko's mindset.

"That's right. You know those people who just want to convince themselves- So, they intrude on other people's affairs even though it's not their place? I despise them. That's what I was saying they only do that to make themselves feel better, don't they? Those people don't actually end up doing anything."

While working to foreshadow it and her own change of attitude during trial two.

Yuno...

"No matter how many chilling memories I had to go through, those people never gave me any warmth."

"Pulling all cords to stay warm."

Don't care.

"Look, look. It's impossible, isn't it? To break out into a cold sweat over a face that cute."

In the same way it would be just as easy to consider Mu Pride. Given her focus on being queen.

“UNDER” Incessant, this sorry round-robin of who’s queen- “UNDER” Incessant “004 Phony Queen”

Though there's also a bit of envy within Mu's character. More envy than pride in my opinion.

"If you want to betray from jealousy." - "Take more and more (honey) and devote to me."

"God gave me everything, everything is as I wish."

Phony Queen

But if you don't give me what you have too, then-

"You know what’s gonna happen ON YOU!"

"I’ve got EVERYTHING, everything is as I wish."

Envy is believing that when someone else receives good fortune than you're losing out-

"If I was gone, If I had just disappeared- I overheard, I found out. How much I’m not needed." - "Why won’t you stop hurting me? My heart is all dried up. My sorry spells must be wearing off."- "Just one more time before saying goodbye. I’m just kidding, please forget I said that."

Hence the hourglass which has been used to represent a reversal of fortune throughout Mu's songs. It doesn't matter how big or small it is if someone else is succeeding an envious person feels like they're failing. Some people going through that will do anything to feel like they're back on top again.

Incessant

Meanings

Collins Dictionary: An incessant process or activity is one that continues without stopping.

Merriam Webster: Continuing or following without interruption

Cambridge Dictionary: Never stopping, especially in an annoying or unpleasant way.

"My sorry spells must be wearing off." - "“I’m sorry” won’t reach anyone I hope it will someday." - "I don’t want tomorrow to come, I want to forget yesterday I was miserable, someone please help me."

"I want to feel “alive”, is it ok if I breathe?"

"I am always the drama (Phony) queen."

"The stabbing of the little devil's voice, counterattack being a suicide note- “I love YOU”."

"If you’re going to make me the villain. It’s ok to ignore me."/"Hey..why don't you listen to me...? I'm telling you... Hey...HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

Now onto the glutton-

“UNDER” Doomed, a peddling flower thief - “UNDER” Doomed “005 Dissection Pawn”

"Those cards of promise I discarded. Were they retribution for my incessant taking?"

"Killing, extracting, I still won’t see them again."

"“Throw down”, someone’s value- Cannot be the same as another. “Throw down” should choose between superiority or inferiority."

Proud, complacent in prosperity- They did not give any help to the poor and needy.

"After stabbing you with my words, the blood started to flow. And slowly stained my white. Hey, you remember what it feels like? The feeling to take away in order to give?"

"It becomes more and more diluted, it doesn’t have any flavor even if it’s chewed. If it’s not needed, I’m not interested."

“UNDER” Concealing, coveting, glass half empty or full? -“UNDER” Concealing “007 Deceiver”

Kazui come on and spell it out for them-

I don't think Star or I need to explain more than this picture with Kazui.

"Coveting"

Me: Kazui what are you doing there? Kazui: Oh, you know this old school thing called-coveting my neighbors spouse. Kotoko: ! Sin- SINNER!EVIL! Me: Oh, Kazui you- They all know you're married. You kidder! Almost had me there for a second you really did. Kazui: Ha, ha- Yeah... Kotoko: Hm... he's hiding something. Deceiver then.

"Only if your heart would change but that’s not possible."/ "Hey, so what if I said I liked-liked you, what would you do?"

Q.08 Which do you prioritise between logic and feelings?

Kazui: I put my feelings first and it ended badly. So I don’t want to act just based on feelings again.

Q.13 Who do you want to see right now?

Kazui: They won’t see me anymore.

"I just wanted to touch, to caress. I just wanted to be touched." - "I just got a little greedy."

"What I gave up a long time ago. Why is it questioning me now?"

There's as many apples in the world as there are fish in the sea but people tend to focus the most on the ones that got away.

"So it’s wrong? Oh shove that! INNOCENT, isn’t that right? Maybe, perhaps... or... could it come true... like It’s for the sake of true love, who wouldn’t lie for that?"- "Lick that sin and oppose punishment."

Q.08 What are your parent’s occupations?

Kotoko: They’re just the normal office worker and housewife. Did you want me to be born in with some unique circumstances?

Again as Kotoko told us in trial one, she's had a normal childhood, one where she didn't have to face any persecution.

This answer serves to further highlighted this. By showing off that she not only lived in a two-parent household as brought up during her trial one written interrogation,

Q.08   Tell us your family structure.

Kotoko: Grandmother, father, mother, older brother.

Yet, it shows that her parents are probably not financially well off. Kotoko is their youngest child by her own admission. Chances are her parents spoil her a great deal. Especially considering she's going to a top university and from question nine admits to only having begun working after taking leave from university.

She also admits to have started taking martial arts classes from a young age as well something that isn't free.

Q.04  When did you start learning martial arts?

Kotoko: When I was in primary school, I think? Without enough power, justice won’t be upheld.

All this on the salary of one office worker. We have a pretty good example of how office workers are doing from Mikoto. That's some love right there from Mr.Yuzuriha. Plus, Kotoko could just decide to take a leave from school out of the blue without really being reprimanded about it to the point that she was very blunt about dropping out at the beginning of her first voice drama.

The idea that she may be a bit spoiled and used to things going her way is even displayed by how she carries herself throughout her first voice drama. Not accepting that she herself is a prisoner and consistently attempting to distinguish herself from the others.

Now I was going to say maybe she was paying for some of these things through part time work or taking student loans who are we to say.

However again question nine throws the idea of it being paid through part time work right out the window. Since Kotoko is uncertain if what she was doing even counts as a part time job or not,

Q.09 Do you have any experience working part time?

Kotoko: After taking my absence of leave from university, I did some journalism here and there, so if it counts I guess it’s a part time.

She was probably doing freelance journalism. This would explain why she's uncertain as to if it would count as part time or not because at that point she'd be deciding her own hours. This would also explain how she knew who to go to in order to get the information she needed in Harrow.

However, it wouldn't change the fact that she started doing that after taking her leave from Law School. Meaning while she was going to school, she was solely a student. We don't know Kotoko's living situation, but she was probably still receiving support from her parents during that time.

So, her father's office worker salary not only provides a home life with no concerns for financial issues, but also allows Kotoko to partake in extracurricular activities and afford to not only study but attend law school. Along with the supplements she takes on a consistent basis and all the other frivolous stuff in that basement room we see her in.

Though when it comes to the stuff in the basement she could have gotten that from the pay received for her journalism work after she took her leave from college. It would also explain why she was looking over all those articles and it also implies that she may have wrote those articles herself.

Something that further complicates her case because that would just mean she never looked for any outside information she was just working off of her own work the whole time. Along with comments on said work.

The last two questions are sort of interesting because it creates this image of Kotoko being a spoiled youngest child with doting parents and possibly an overprotective big brother. The last one is just hilarious to consider because those articles that we see her referencing and looking over in Harrow could technically just be written by her now.

Further emphasizing the fact that she just draws her own conclusions and works off of those without asking anyone else.

Whelp with that I'm finally done and caught up until her next question comes out. I guess.

#milgram #kotoko yuzuriha

[fictarian]

Can you please do Hobie brown x bohemian reader please 😔

I love your writing some much😭

𝐇𝐢𝐦 <𝟑 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏𝟎

ღ Aww ty pookie bear, that means a lot 😭

ღ I am SO sorry that this took so long to write and post, I did as much research as I could on this topic since I had no clue what a bohemian lifestyle or person was. I found this website particularly helpful (it had bit of a problematic background that i’d just figured out, so be warned), and it’s a very good read if you want to know more about the modern, bohemian lifestyle. Please let me know if I did anything wrong, this is my first time writing about a bohemian reader and I would love to be more informed on this topic.

ღ GUYS WE REACHED PART 10 OF THE HOBIE SERIES RAHHHH ‼️‼️‼️ I’ll make an announcement right after this post saying what the next series is, so stay tuned for that 😈

ღ Shout out to all of my artistic and open minded followers, you make the world brighter and more colorful with your creative minds and words 🫶🏻

ღ Also the reader has a van in this story, so that they can travel and explore as much as they please

ღ Previous part can be found here !

ღ This fic makes me want to drop everything and live a nomadic lifestyle full of creativity and nature 🧍

• You and Hobie have multiple things in common, like your passion for music. But the main thing that sticks out is your guys’ dislike of consistency— and a burning hatred for society’s social ‘norms’. It was as if you and Hobie were made for each other, honestly.

• Speaking of your love for music, you two are often found jamming out to whatever random song Hobie plays on his guitar outside of your van— often times in the woods, on a beach, the mountains, anywhere that was secluded and away from society.

• You’re his #1 fan during these moments, humming or even singing to his playing. Maybe even adding a little dance, doesn’t matter. What matters is that you two are in your own little word, comforted and relaxed in each other’s presence.

• These moments don’t just happen in the daytime— they also happen during the night, when everything is quiet and still.

• You two can be found on the top of your van, laying on a spread out blanket with multiple pillows cushioning the vehicle’s roof. With you laying at Hobie’s side, head resting on his bicep while looking at the stars in the night sky.

• With Hobie, guitar laying comfortably at his side while your guys’ legs are tangled together and his head resting on top of yours.

• And his eyes, trained only on you.

• I like to think that you have this HUGE sheet of paper stored safely in your van, along with old and weathered paintbrushes. And paint cans too, that Hobie generously bought you whenever you two made a quick stop in the nearest town.

• When hung and unrolled, the paper will hold multiple paintings, all piled together to form a mural that consist of beautiful and intricate depictions of places that you two have traveled together. Places that you won’t see everyday, and have to work in order to find. Moments that only happen once in a life time, between two people who love each other with all of their body and soul.

• Ok I need to relax with the deep and sappy stuff UHM!!!

• You and Hobie’s style in clothing clashes, but goes so well together at the same time. Whenever you two go out together in public to restock on food ingredients or painting materials, you definitely receive stares and make people turn their heads in your direction.

• Hobie dressed in black with the occasional couple of spikes, while you’re decked out in bright, tropical like colors.

• Total opposites, yet eye catchers at the same time.

• You’re very big on eating meals that replenish energy, along with making sure to have the appropriate amount of meals each day. Which means no skipping, not eating too much, or eating too less. That rule began applying to Hobie the moment you two started dating.

• You always made sure that Hobie didn’t skip any meals, and that he ate every single bite. Even if he was running late for either a gig or his Spider Punk duties, he couldn’t leave the premise until he ate.

“Luv, seriously, I gotta go”

“Hobart Brown, you aren’t leaving this van let alone this table until no food is left on this dish. Do I make myself clear?”

“…Yes ma’am”

• Since you most likely don’t have a phone, or have a old one at best, you are NOT caught up on the slang that people use nowadays. So whenever Hobie brings the Spider-Kids over to visit, you politely nod your head and nervously smile while they talk gibberish to you.

• It’ll get so bad, that Hobie will ultimately have to lean over and start translating their words so that you could even get a decent understanding on what the conversation is about 😭.

“Hobie… what does ‘rizz’ mean.”

“Means charisma, luv”

“Why can’t they just say that???”

“Mmm… it’s complicated. Y’know ‘ow teens are these days”

“No… no I really don’t”

tag list ! @zalayni @luvstarrstruck @jrrantss @pixqlsin @kairiscorner @k4tsu3 @asmobeuses @maxoloqy @miirene @nokkihy

#across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spider punk x reader #atsv headcanons #headcannons #fluff headcanons #hobie headcanons #hobie brown fluff #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie fluff #bohemian #fluff

[mana-jjk]

@idkwhattonamethisshitman i decided to make a post with my reply since it got a little too long !

omg thank you !! 🥺 i am simply too stubborn and forever have the characters living in my head. and you don’t even know how happy i am that you enjoy my headcanons ,,, kicking feet in the air and silently screaming is the end goal !!

but your friend is so incredibly right !! yuuta is an inherently, self-admittedly selfish character and i feel like one might assume that to be an insult but that’s just a product of his childhood. rika is what i can assume his only friend before and after the accident. his parents, were a little to easy to withdraw and are noticeably absent in the series. his sister being the only one to maintain contact, despite being hurt by rika, is very telling. so you have this kid, only one friend in his life, neglected by his parents, forcibly isolated, depressed, suicidal, and ready for execution.

then, you give him these people who know exactly what it means to suffer. child soldiers and prodigies isolated by the strengths they never asked for. you give him a taste of a life filled with crowded dinner tables, socks tucked under his thighs for movie nights, careful hands bandaging his bruises, and don’t expect him to dig his nails in and hold on tight? he doesn’t care about politics, what’s right or wrong, or even the consideration of his own morals. i’m such a fan of the theory that he and toge killed the higher ups, because when i say that violence is a love letter to yuuta, that is exactly what i mean. the higher ups represented every obstacle to his happiness in the forms of sentencing, executions, and consistently threatening the lives of people he loved. now? they’re gone and their society is scrambling, but the people he loves are at least safe from their own organization and that’s what matters.

there’s this quote i’m sure everyone has heard, it’s used in practically every fandom to analyze characters.‘a hero will sacrifice the person they love to save the world, but a villain will sacrifice the world to save the person they love. - renee rocco’

in the case of gojo and getou, this quote fits pretty well with their characters and end game pretty well. i won’t assume much since I’m not well-versed into their dynamics as much as the second years

but toge and yuuta don’t fit so seamlessly into that dynamic. as your friend said, yuuta is kind because he wants to be treated kindly. yuuta is good, because that is the only way to protect the people around him. if jjk was reversed and gojo was the villain instead, i don’t think yuuta would have hesitated to follow him or do what he deemed necessary. in his case, he is neither hero nor villain, but he would sacrifice not the world, but whomever is necessary to ensure that the people he loves, his world, are happy. not even just safe, he needs them to be happy for him to be happy.

toge on the other hand, could never be labeled as a hero, simply because of what he is capable of. he isn’t a villain either though, because if he was, he would’ve been executed by now. he has the mentality of a hero, yet he could never sacrifice the ones he loves. his ability in itself is a testament to that. can you imagine how much pain he consistently is in to deliberately tear his throat apart? but he bleeds and suffers because why? no mentioned family, no prior friends, an outlaw of their society, the only one consistently sent alone on missions even in his first year, probably even before that. he builds a family, not intentionally, but because the kindness he has was the only thing to keep him moving all these years. learning to cook for the child who never received a warm meal at the table, it’s easy to see that reflected in the broken pieces of their class. he is kind because he was never treated kindly, it’s just as your friend said. he chooses to sacrifice himself because no one has ever chosen sacrifice for him. and to yuuta, who has had lives around him forcibly taken, who experienced being isolated and feared and hated. who toge was misunderstood by, time and time again. who, for the first time in his life, had someone willing to die for him, it must be so addicting. vice versa as well, for toge who has only known loneliness, who has only ever been sacrificed, to find someone willing to burn the world for him.

anyway that came out longer than intended lol. to the anon with the current ask in my inbox, i’m chipping away at it but it’s coming out pretty long as well and it is finals week :(( but feel free to keep sending asks !! i am totally not sane about them

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk spoilers

[jupitersdescendant]

hi guys and welcome to my second pac reading on here, yay!!

today’s topic: who are you at your core?

this time there are four piles you can choose from. here’s how it works: close you eyes and meditate on the question for a while. if you feel ready, open your eyes and choose the pile you feel the most drawn to. it’s possible, that you fell drawn to more than one pile. please remember that this is a general reading so only take what resonates. this is for entertainment purposes only. lastly, tarot is only a guide, nothing is set in stone and in the end its you who has the power over your own life.

none of the pictures belong to me, the artist is Derek Penix.

Cards: eight of wands, death (rx), ace kf swords, seven of pentacles (rx), three of pentacles. back of the deck: king of swords (rx).

Cards: eight of wands, death (rx), ace kf swords, seven of pentacles (rx), three of pentacles. back of the deck: king of swords (rx).

Cards: eight of wands, death (rx), ace kf swords, seven of pentacles (rx), three of pentacles. back of the deck: king of swords (rx).

hi everyone! so my first impression is, that you’re a free spirit. you love excitement and trying new things. you could be prone to rush into things without thinking of the consequences or outcomes. you march to the beat of your own drum and don’t care what anyone else thinks (or at least you’re faking it very well). you probably already had some kind of spiritual awakening, that could’ve felt more like a tower moment, but helped you see through all the bs, that is out society ruled by greedy and selfish men. some of you may be strongly religious, while others of you are the polar opposite and might actually stay clear from anything related to that topic. either way, at your core you’re someone who values communication and always speaking ones truth. you especially adore intellectually stimulating conversations with your friends, since they are an important part of your life. you could have the tendency to give to much, so please stay aware of who you give your energy to and set some healthy boundaries. you don’t give much importance to money and/or material wealth. for a few of you, that is because you always had someone too provide for you, but for others it’s exactly the opposite, again. it’s interesting, that there are two such different sides coming through in the same pile. but yeah, some of you didn’t grew up under the best circumstances and without a lot of comfort or even safety at home. you all learned to find joy and appreciate the smaller things in life. you’re someone hardworking, who loves or literally hates teamwork (there’s those two sides again) and solving problems. you could also be very creative. i feel like you have a special talent, that you’re unaware of or that you’re afraid of exploring more. you might doubt your talents and work a lot, never really feeling like what you’re doing is good enough. i don’t mean to sound harsh but you really need to get over yourself, because you’re doing amazing sweetie! don’t worry if something isn’t perfect at the first try or the second or the third. if you’re giving your best, then that is all that matters and you can be proud of that. you are someone who tends to give their all to the people and things they’re passionate about. i see, that you still carry a lot of sadness in you, it’s easy for you to fall into a depressive state. but from the looks of it, you have worked on bettering yourself, so this doesn’t to happen too often anymore or you’re just able to deal with it easier. you have such an authentic vibe and energy which i love.

additional messarges: there’s a lot of air and earth energy coming through, you could have these placements in your astrological birth chart but you certainly don’t need to. this could simply be the vibe that best represents your core. air and earth are opposing elements, which i had to note, because we had those opposing sides in your pile. flying insects, especially butterflies and dragonflies could be of importance to you. they could be a sign from spirit, as well as angel number 1111. always trust your own judgment, guidance and intuition and stop overthinking every little detail. stay focused and don’t be afraid to walk your own path, but don’t feel the need to rush and simply move at your own pace.

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 2

Cards: knight of wands (rx), knight of pentacles (rx), the pladain (rx), ten of cups, judgement. back of the deck: six of wands (rx).

just wanted to note, that the paladin is an additional card in the deck i was using, it’s called the botanica oculta tarot.

hello, everyone in pile 2!

i’m seeing, that transformation plays a huge role in your life. i know we’re talking about core qualities here, but constantly transforming is one of the biggest parts of you. always changing and growing and getting more sure of yourself through every transformation, no matter how hard it was. for a couple of you there was a time where you were desperately trying to find a partner so they could fill the void in you and give you the love you haven’t been giving to yourself. you definitely grew out if this energy though. pile 2, you definitely carry knight in shining armour energy, with multiple knights and the paladin coming out, the paladin being an upper class knight who has a very strong devotion to a cause. you have a special mission on this planet, of that i’m sure and it’s obviously a biiig part of who you are. you fight for what is right and are here to improve humanity. for a few that could mean on a bigger scale, like worldwide or something, but for the majority it will be in your own community. i see you bringing change and transformation, especially through your speech so be careful how you use your words since they carry a great power. you value peace and harmony a lot so it makes sense, that you want to fight for a bigger and better cause. you’re a very spiritual person with a strong intuition, some of you may even be psychic. many of you already know, that you have a bigger mission to fulfill on this planet, but you’re not quite there yet. there’s still some things, that need your attention and solving. your ego could be one of the most prominent blockages. you could also have a negative mindset, talk down on yourself too much and lack self worth. you’re afraid to fail so you won’t even try something new. my dears, all of that just won’t do if you want to be the change you want to see in the world (lol just quoting spirit here). you really need to work on your relationship with yourself and show yourself some more love. i’m seeing, that you’re a very guarded and cautious person, you barely let anyone come close enough to you. you carry a lot of depth which makes you intriguing and somewhat mysterious to others. i want you to show more of that depth though, since you’re a very wise person with important things to say. share your light. you are blessed with great strength and abundance.

additional messages: 222 might be a significant angel number to you. major arcana cards were generally more prominent, especially when i clarified and all this talk about a mission for sure gives me starseed vibes for a couple of you. try and establish a deeper connection to yourself and your personal truths, meditation might be helpful. in general, try looking at things from a different perspective than usual to help you find solutions to your problems. be willing to keep moving forward with purpose and draw on your divine energy for help.

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 3

Cards: strength, five of cups, the lovers (rx), page of swords, six of cups. back of the deck: eight of wands (rx).

hi, pile 3!

the first thing i’m seeing is, that you’re truly a very strong person who can probably take on anything, though i still feel like you may lack confidence often. this strength didn’t come from nothing though, you’ve been through many hardships and especially your family life wasn’t the easiest. you’re very aware of all that is going on wrong in the world and feel a lot of sadness and hopelessness because of that (me too bro). this also causes you to feel lonely quite often. you have such a pure heart and dream of a better world. this is a little random, but you could be very cautious when it comes to romance and your love life might be kind of non existent. you’re somehow hopeless when it comes to love, not in the hopeless romantic way (i’m sure that still fits), but more in the way, that you think it’ll never find you, maybe even, that you don’t deserve it. this only stems from you not loving yourself enough! and how in the hell do you want to love somebody else if you can’t love yourself? self love is so very important, i know how hard it is, but you’ll feel so much better when you give yourself the love you deserve. pile 3, you’re so smart, a very intellectual person with a quick and active mind. you’re a great listener as well. people could come to you for guidance often, because you always know what to say and offer great advice. since you have such an active mind, you could tend to overthink a lot and experience anxiety quite often. you might enjoy reading a lot. it looks like you’re the type to use materialistic stuff to make you feel “better” about yourself, online shopping might be your thing. that usually happens when you feel stuck or when you’re plagued by negative thoughts. try to find some new coping mechanisms. online shopping isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but just be sure, that you’re not just wasting your money on things, that bring you happiness for a minute and that you never look at/use again. you love deeply and enjoy your peace a lot. you’re also quite nostalgic and like to reminisce about the good old times. you crave deep and soulful connections and i feel like you’ll be blessed with them in this life, wether platonic or romantic.

additional messages: you might feel more at home at night and are the type to stay up very late. theres a big possibility, that you have prophetic dreams so i’d definitely start to pay more attention to them. number 8 seems to be significant for you, if you see this number it could very well be a sign from spirit. spirit wants you to be more comfortable in your vulnerability and to always evaluate how something makes you feel, because if something’s the cause of bad feelings, then you need to find out why so that you can release these negative emotions. try to view situations, that are bothering you from every side and listen to your head and heart. balance is the key.

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 4

Cards: the hanged man, page of wands (rx), nine of pentacles (rx), nine of cups, two of wands (rx). back of the deck: page of swords.

hello pile 4! you’re someone pretty special right? and people notice it, believe me. we’re talking about core qualities here, but you’re literally shining from the inside out. you have a very strong but welcoming and bright energy. reminds me of sunlight. you’re a very thoughtful person even though you might not always show that. i feel like you were on the “wrong path” for a while and invested your time and energy in things and people, that weren’t healthy for you. there’s currently been a lot of change in your life so it looks like you’re doing a lot better for that matter. you have a very free and childlike vibe and love to be active and go on adventures. you also tend to rush head first into things so please just be careful lol. spending time with your friends/people who truly get you is very important and energising for you. financial security seems to be very important to you and for a while, that was pretty much all you could think about. you could be a secret workaholic, though most of you probably know that. yk the type to work until they can barely function anymore, which you especially love to do when theres something weighing heavy on your mind, that you want to avoid. you’re definitely a person who gives their all to the people and things they care about. like fr, if you’d be a king/queen of narnia, then your name would be something like Pile 4: the Generous or maybe hero or some sh*t like that. please just don’t give too much of yourself and neglect your own needs. helping other people out gives you a very satisfying feeling and you probably don’t even think twice about doing it. you could very well be interested in any job where you can help people and make the world a better place, very similar vibes to pile 2 here. you’re most likely a little afraid of the unknown and sudden change and that’s why you often stayed in situations, that weren’t good for you. you were stuck for a long time, but there has been a rebirth or some kind of awakening for you and you’re quickly changing out of that old energy. your head might sometimes be too much for and can be a challenging place, so i beg you to be a bit more kinder to your thoughts and yourself. i still have noticed, that your mind is also a very curios and engaging place. you’re analytical and very witty as well.

additional messages: there’s such a divine and heavenly energy coming through and it kinda scares me, are you an angel for satan’s sake?? the angel number 999 carry’s a special meaning for you and idk but 13/31 as well. try to keep an open heart and mind as you move through life, gather more information and make your choices purposefully. meditation might be very helpful to you. strive to be more thoughtful and kinder to yourself.

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

🔮 thanks a lot for reading 🔮

#tarot reading #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #pick a card #pick a card reading #tarot card reading #pac reading #pac tarot #divination #spirituality

[kandra-chameleon]

Something I really love about A Day of Fallen Night specifically, that we don’t get in a lot of queer fantasy, is that we get a sense for some of the characters that their queerness is innately important to them.

Don’t get me wrong, I do love the idea of a society where nobody blinks at two women falling in love, or the classic “what if you were my sister’s widower and I married you and we raised your children as ours (and we were both boys?)”, or the way Master Kipron is immediately accepted without question by the gang- who were expecting a woman.I absolutely adore how much queerness is woven into the fabric of the world to the point that bisexuality is the social norm- as it is in The Locked Tomb, and several other queer fantasy books. Queerphobia is not a part of any society in these worlds and that’s absolutely wonderful- 10/10. But as someone who’s identity as a queer person is so close to my own heart and so entangled in my identity- it’s sometimes a little bit alienating that characters don’t see any difference at all between marrying a man or marrying a woman or falling in love with a non binary individual. I get why- often, the importance of these identities is moulded by a community in the face of prejudice, so in a world without such prejudice, why would the distinction matter? But it can sometimes feel a bit like “everyone is allowed to be bisexual, so everyone is” (This is not a bad thing, necessarily, but I sometimes think it can lose nuance- for instance the fact that their often referred to as“the lesbian dragon books” when Sabran at least is bisexual)

Which is why I ADORE that we have characters in ADOFN that care? I love that both Demaie and Tunova get to have little moments where they’re like “actually, I only like women”. Wulf is a hopeless bisexual who doesn’t realise he’s in love with his best friend, nor that the feeling is mutual- and that the first time he has feelings for Thrit he’s like “wtf are these???” despite the fact that he’s got two dads, at least one of whom is bi. I love the fact that Glorian is aroace and how much that means to her, and how heavily it influences the tragedy of her arc. And I love that some characters do fall into the category of not caring about who they are- because that’s real as well

Idk it’s a little thing but it means a lot and I just adore these books

#a day of fallen night #the priory of the orange tree #samantha shannon #roots of chaos #queer fiction #lgbt fiction #adofn spoilers #please forgive my character name spellings I’m an audiobook girlie and I’m dyslexic af