#HE DESERVES RHE WORLD

[ashsd3ad]

# t. fushiguro — eighth world wonder.

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tooth rotting fluff; thoughts about having a kid (toji); reader is referred to as sweet girl and it’s implied she’s mamagumi <3; this is so fucking sappy.

he thought he let it go

he was sure he had left it, everything, behind.

his pride, his feelings, they had been left to die in that wretched childhood house of his.

so why?

why was his heart racing in his chest as he laid beside her, unable to sleep?

—

lay beside me

let’s share the gloominess

hand in hand in the darkness

i feel like i’m holding my life in my fist

her face was smushed in his chest, limbs tangled in an endless knot, skin to skin. disheveled hair framed those angelic features of hers he had grown accustomed to staring at, long eyelashes gently laid on her cheeks in her apparently dreamless slumber.

her chest rose and fell steadily, soft breaths hitting his pecs, penetrating his skin and flesh, going straight to warm his battered heart.

these devils around my bed

are waiting for me to fall asleep

the room was swallowed by darkness, thoughts swirling around his tired mind. toji was never the one to ponder much about his feelings; he acted, he didn’t waste time thinking.

during some particularly silent nights though, he allowed his brain to wander, he allowed his heart to be ripped out of his chest by his own consciousness.

the reality of my nightmares scares me

a knife rips my chest apart

it’s an open heart surgery

he had promised himself to never let the muscle between his ribcage feel again, the mere thought too painful to handle. yet, here he was, cradling her body like it was made of the most precious and fragile porcelain, expertly crafted to look flawless. just for him.

with the door and windows closed

the light can’t get through

but if your caress me i can reopen my eyes

tears dry

every wound stitches itself back together

he had honestly forgotten what comfort felt like for a long time, his body and mind getting accostumed to constant stress, anxiety and loneliness, all self inflicted. but then.. she stepped into his life.

with her soft giggles, lighthearted jokes and sunny smile, and she messed everything up. every wall he’d worked so hard to put up crumbling helplessly under the weight of her gentle voice.

i promise you, i’ll learn

to not hate everything i have

both in good and bad

wether it’s rain or snow

for your name, i’ll kill.

his merciless hands had ended many lives, cold and heartless in the process, but it never came from something personal, at least that’s what he liked telling himself. he was the one who left it all behind, the small satisfaction that came with eliminating a gifted one was just a small figment of his imagination.

so why did his entire body shake in pure fury only imagining someone bringing harm to the little slice of heaven he held in his strong arms?

lay down beside me

let’s share the sun

me and you, hand in hand in the desert

but when you smile, suddenly it pours.

i know who you are

you’re splendid, like your name

such a sweet girl she was, and that’s what he always called her. his sweet girl. if toji had to be frank, it was only fitting.

saccharine voice pulling him out from far more nightmares than he liked to admit, dainty hands pulling him back to slumber, running through his unruly locks.

she was so sweet, the sweetest.

suddenly, he felt her stir in his arms, his eyes quickly darting to the digital clock on her nightstand. 3:45 am. fuck, did he wake her? were his thoughts that fucking loud?

“mhmm.. ‘ji, why aren’t you sleeping?” she said, nuzzling her face into his chest, voice still heavy with sleep.

us, a monster and a little girl

hand in hand, navigating the world

towards a new life, i’m ready

this is the ascent from rock bottom

“don’t worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout that, sweet girl, go back to sleep” he replied, voice gruff and husky, while caressing her back in an attempt to lull her back to sleep.

“why don’t you join me, mh?” she readjusted her body, face now in the crook of his neck, trailing chaste kisses all the way up to his jawline.

“don’t wanna you bein’ all grumpy in the morning" she chuckled in a whisper.

my god, what are you?

the eighth world wonder

the gods’ daughter

you who made the impossible happen

gave me my will to live back.

god she was just so fucking perfect.

his hands trailed from her back down to her waist, pulling her into him more. he needed her impossibly close, bodies melting together, never wanting to let go.

that night toji realized he’d marry her, even give her a kid. maybe he could be selfish for once, and make another little blessing for them to share.

and if the world is too small for us

we’ll redefine space and time,

us.

“yeah.. sorry for wakin’ ya doll, let’s go back to sleep, ‘aight?” he squeezed her hips gently.

i love you.

☆

this was inspired by one of my favourite songs!

listen to it here !!

| @ASHSD3AD ‘S WORD, DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE |

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen #toji brainrot #toji fluff #fluff #jjk #jjk fluff #jujustsu kaisen x reader #i cried #HE DESERVES RHE WORLD

[newlyacquiredbois]

49 SAVE SHUTOUT AND BABE IS SMILINNNNNG

#im so happy for him #i love him so much #he deserves rhe world #ilya sorokin #isles lb

[senseiwu]

The REAL "theydeservedbetter"shipping

#in WHAT WORLD does THAT MAN deserve 'better' than misako? #shes the one that deserved better LMAO? #why would koko leave her husband but be okay with him when hes done WORSE #this ship and the goddamn NAME make me so bloody angry #he didnt deserve her sorry #he didnt treat her right #like. have you HEARD the things shes said about him??? maam are you OKAY??? #'i was married to him once im up for anything' MAAM WHAT RHE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN #not to mention. 'i wont let you get away from me again misako' 🤢 #the hate for this poor woman is INSANE. #if anyone in that relationship deserved better. it was her. #and dont try and come at me calling me a hypocrite or anything. that mans name isnt mentioned. nothing here is tagged. THAT is my problem. #when people TAG NEGATIVE POSTS WITH THE MAIN TAGS #what is WRONG WITH YOU

[tiredhawks]

I don't know if this was intended but Hawks killing Twice and that plotline moving on, and then showing X-less just stare at Shigaraki as he starts moving and then the mass destruction and death he causes from there is actually kind of cool

#obligatory yes #i fully believe Hawks made the right decision #it was a horrible situation and twice didnt deserve it #but hawks did what we had to do #and the expectation that he should have found a way around it #is honestly a delusion of a more perfect world #twice was a sweatheart #he was also willing and capable of mass murder #and yes i believe the lives of hundreds or thousands of civilians #take precedence over 1 man #no matter who that man is or what happened to get him there #sorry #'hawks was framed as the villain' #he was #because to twice he was rhe villain he was the bad guy #logically #in real life #people kill people to protect others all the time #twice SHOULD have been able to get help #he should have been able to heal #he should have been treated better #the entire situation was unfair for him #but that doesnt change the choice hawks was presented #tw hawks stan

[gunnerina]

Nothing lights up my world like Bukayo’s smile, his eyes absolutely shining with happiness

#I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH HE DESERVES RHE WORLD

[reallyromealone]

Hear me out. Bonten Mikey x omega male reader

A few years after mikey and m/n broke up, mikey discovered that m/n has a 6 year old daughter who looks like a copy of mikey, and mike like connects rhe timeline and realizes m/n was pregnant at the time of their break up but m/n never told him bc he didnt want his kid to be involved in the mafia/gang shit

-🐰 (late birthday gift for me 🥹?)

It's A VERY LATE FIC I'M SO SORRY

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

(Name) smiled as he put his little pups hair in pigtails, her bangs/fringe pinned back with a cute bubble hair band, today they were visiting Draken and Inui and little (daughters name) wanted to dress her best for her favorite uncles--- don't tell the others.

(Daughters name) was (name)s world, the sweetest little pup in the world who was absolutely precious.

Though sometimes it hurt to look at her, she was literally a spitting image of her father-- (name) never realized how feminine Mikey looked till his pup came into the world, but he loved her so much. She was the kindest and most selfless little thing ever. It wasn't the easiest at times but with the support of his friends he managed. Just starting first grade, (name) was thankful to work at the bike shop and being able to collect his little sunshine.

"Don't forget the cookies papa!" (Daughters name) said excitedly as left for their visit, without a care in the world.

Many would ask "where's the sire" upon learning (name) was a single parent, the question annoying and invasive but (name) always lied and made up an excuse about the father being overseas and such.

He refused to let anyone know about the actual reason, that being (daughters name)a father was the most dangerous man in Tokyo, (name) was thankful as much as he was hurt that Mikey dumped him.

He refused to let anyone go through what he did with Kanto Manji Gang.

With what Mikey was quickly becoming.

It was sheer /fucking/ chance that Mikey was waiting for the light to change in his limo as (name) stood at the cross walk holding hands with--

Holy s h i t.

"...boss are you seeing what we're seeing" Kakucho and Sanzu stared in Shellshock as they looked at a tiny Mikey with pigtails and a little dress, all of them doing the mental math and coming to a quick realization that holy fuck (name) was pregnant.

He was pregnant that day, oh my god that's what he wanted to talk to Mikey about!

"What are your thoughts on kids?" (Name) asked awkardly as they ate dinner, Mikey surpisingly home for once to do so "annoying, would get in the way" the blond said simply "a liability"

(Name) forced himself not to place his hand on his stomach, anxiety riddling his body "I see..."

"Why?"

"Just curious"

Mikey was always so disinterested in (name) these days, (name) always suspected that he was cheating, never saying anything though.

(Name) wanted to just scream.

Mikey remembered that night.

It was the night Mikey dumped him, a rash decision on his end and during one of his dark impulse moments.

He immediately regretted it after, the pained look on (name)s face and they hadn't seen each other since.

(Name) had many expectations of life, but seeing his ex sitting on his couch after he put his pup to bed, noticing the other Bonten men guarding the apartment "the fuck are you doing here" Mikey expected (name)a hostility and glanced up "that's my kid"

"What do you want Mikey" (name) wasn't having any conversation, he wanted to know what the hell he was doing here "I want to meet my kid"

"And get involved in your bullshit? Absolutely not! "Babies are a liability" remember that Mikey?" He hissed out and Mikey sighed, knowing this wasn't going to be easy "I deserve to meet her"

"You lost that chance when you broke up with me, I'm not letting my daughter deal with your shit, Mikey you're /dangerous/! She's six and I don't want her to ever go through what I went through!"

"I can keep you both safe!"

"YOU COULDN'T EVEN KEEP ME SAFE!" (name) was crying at this point, so angry at his once beloveds audacity"I kept her away for a reason Mikey, you are dangerous! She gets to play with her friends and have sleep overs! Has sleep overs at the friends you left behind! She gets to have a childhood that isn't currupted!"

"Why can't you let her have that?" (Name)s voice was broken and his body shaking, he would sacrifice everything for his daughter and at this moment he would stand his ground.

Bonten would poison her.

"Can...can I just please /know/ my daughter"

(Name) was tired, he was tired of it all "if you can /promise/ me that nothing will happen to her, I will let you meet her but one slip up Sano and I will never let you see her again"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #male reader #bonten x reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #mikey tokyo revengers #anime x male reader #anime x reader #angst

[bonnieura]

I love donald ferguson so much hes rhe best character of all time he deserves the world im literally him hes literally me i deserve rhe world

#art #artists on tumblr #invincible #invincible season 2 #donald ferguson #buhhhhhh i coulda done better #its ok another day #fanart

[barbatoskisser]

Oh i should introduce everyone actually since

Yeah im the only one

Okay

ZanakTheDemon is my irl friend, ill let him introduce himself as he wants since i have literally no clue on whether he wants to.go by his irl nmae or as his ocs name

@archaicanathema is the oldest and the first A of AGAR. his intro post is on his profile but is just a fool dude. Probably rhe most mysterious in my opinion because i dont know all that much about him. But yeah, good dude

@gunterdon is the resident reasonable oneTM, similar to archie. Second oldest and the G. I dont know how much he wants to share, but equally cool dude. 2oule call him a bear bc he is always so hughable. And very nice. Only hav3 ever seen him angry in video games. Deserves the world hon3stly

Myselr. You know me qs the chaotic gremlin whose just the same in real life probably. Im a whore openly for fictional men and i might just say some out of pocket shit about

This gorgeous mqn. I also ship anime characters, particularly bl

@definesanity - his username basically. Does not know the concept of sanity. Thw youngest rn if zayak doesnt join. I frequ3ntly joke flirt with and hes the resident writer where as i am resident fanartist of everyone. Likes lore a lot and writing yuri. Hes great, best boy, kissing on the forehead mentally always

[isa-beenme]

Moonlight

Chapter II: A Million Dreams

When Hybern falls, all of their prior experiments are free to take the world as they want, but for months no one hears anything coming from the castle. Until the massacre. Until the whole palace explodes. Their biggest weapon is out, and she only has one objective: get back to her sisters.

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of child abuse, mentions of experiments with human beings, mentions of child murder (please someone tell me if I forgot something)

I love this song so much it hurts

Imagine baby Azzie singing this in his tiny little cell dreaming about a mate that wouldn't be born until five hundred years later 😭😭😭😭

Than baby Aemma singing this in her tiny little cell without even knowing what a dream is 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I like to hurt myself apparently

I'll let you guys find the lyrics to rhe song in the middle of the chapter, good luck

I'm not sure if I like this tho, please leave a comment, I'm the happiest when someone sends something 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Azriel's POV

The days seemed to be passing slower than usual. For the past few years it became easier to deal with all the love and the countless mating bonds snapping around me all the time. It wasn't hard to be on the side of the room and keep unnoticed by everyone, the shadows hovering my body made it even easier.

It kept like that until the Archeron sisters moved officially to our lives. Feyre wanted everyone to be happy, wanted all of us together all the time. She was a little ball of happiness and wanted to spread it to everyone around her. For a good part of the time it worked.

Nestha, on the other side, wanted everyone to be miserable, just as she was. It made me understand her at some point. For as long as I can remember everything always felt horrible when everyone could be happy and get over their fears and problems and accept themselves with their mistakes and you… you can't. You need to hate yourself because that's everything you ever knew how to do with no mistakes. Differently from me, Nestha indeed tried to make everyone miserable, I didn't have the courage, but I always thought. Numerous times. And now she found her mate, her self love, her family, her strength. And now she battled for everyone to find their own too.

And then we have Elain. Sweet and delicate Elain. She wanted everyone to feel calm and find their spot of peace. She wanted to be mine, the same as I was for her in those early days, years ago when she came here for the first time after turning into a fae. I used to dream with Elain's face years ago, it was blurred, as if something didn't want me to know who she was, where she was, how to reach her. I thought she would be my mate. But Lucien is hers, I can feel and smell their mating bond, yet something pulls me to her. My mind or my heart I'm not sure, but something. I never told Rhysand, fear covering every part of me, rejection and despise filling my brother's expression every time he caughts me looking too much at the middle sister.

It became harder to be invisible now that Feyre tries to cheer me up, Nestha tries to make me feel deserving and Elain tries to make me feel loved. It doesn't work. Any of them. I laugh and I feel happy around my family, I love them. But I am not happy. I don't feel like I deserve anything but sorrow and suffering, and I definitely don't deserve love. Especially from Elain. She loves the thought she has of me. It didn't take me too much time to figure out my shadows were always hidden from her because she cannot associate me with them. She knows my suffering, my pains, my sadness, but not my soul, my heart or my mind. And she would never truly know, the pain we suffered is too different to match in any way.

That's why I spent the last five years running away like a stray animal. Work and missions fill my mind in every waking hour of the day to the point I can't even think of something else. I don't think about Feyre's happiness if only death crosses my days. I don't think of Nestha's force if only work fills my days. I don't think of Elain's love if only grief surrounds my heart. I don't think about the way I hate myself if only hate for my enemies fuels my thoughts.

- You don't need to do this - Rhysand enters the weapons room while I'm filling every part of my clothes with something sharp - We can send another spy, or even Cassian, you know, he could use something alive as a punching bag right now.

- No need. I'm going - I say quickly, wanting to end the interaction as fast as possible. My relationship with my younger brother has been strained since the last time he told me to stay away from Elain. 

- Az. You barely slept in the last week, if the beast is too strong you won't win. You might get hurt - I get down to lace my shoes once again, doing everything to avoid this conversation. Maybe if I got hurt I would finally wake up from this nightmare - Azriel, are you listening to me?

- Loud and clear, Rhys. I just don't want to talk - The same way I never want to. I never wanted to - This is the last one and I won't do it until next week. 

- You need to come back alive. Nyx can't lose his favorite uncle - He says, a plea and a warning at the same time.

- Don't let Cassian hear this, he might get grumpy until next year - He laughs and gives me a small grip on the armor rounding my shoulder, almost if he could give me luck with it - I will come back, don't worry. I always do.

- I know. Just… Feyre is not sure if you should hunt the beast now. She's not feeling confident about it - I shake my head as a 'no', I won't give in.

- I won't let that monster terrorize any more villagers, it's ridiculous - He agrees and steps back, allowing me space to winnow.

- It's just a feeling though, I know you can do it - It's the last thing I hear before shadows involve me in every way, the usual feeling of folding the time and space in two to make it to another place. 

With one last breath I begin my hunt.

Aemma's POV

We are finishing winnowing everyone to safety, each girl bringing a bag with something, if their clothes, a weapon or books it doesn't matter. We all have a story to tell between our things. 

The border of the Night Court is calm, the place we are going being a clearing in the middle of a beautiful and dense forest. The climate is warm in the open camp, but is so surrounded by trees and vegetation that it creates a soft breeze that makes the air feel comfortable and wet. It's good enough. We know the High Lord will notice any big moviment in his borders, and that's exactly what we are counting on, for someone to find us so we can offer our work and ask for help. We need them to know we are here.

I'm counting everyone that's coming, at the same time making sure that all of our travelers are well and strong to keep bringing more, just a few more girls to come. We've been coming in small groups, to make sure no one would be sick with the amount of land we would have to cross in one big jump if we tried a direct way from Spring to Night.

Suddenly every sound disappears from around me, nothing but silence fills my ears. I straighten my posture and look around, trying to find where the danger is, my senses being flooded by alert. Some of the girls notice my behavior and assume a position of attack, preparing themselves too, but I don't look at them. I see more. I see far. 

Miles away from our position I can smell fear and blood and despair. I also feel something inside of me tingling and pulsating, desperate for attention. I don't even put my hand close to any of my weapons. I won't need them. I let Enchantress take in the situation, her as desperate as the string inside of me to go there. To do something.

Before anyone can ask I winnow myself to the other side of that shiny thing on my chest. The scene is not pretty at all, whatever that beast is it's trying to eat the winged fae in front of me - an Illyrian, I notice, from the thousands of classes I took about different species in Prythian.

He is trying to fight for his life, but he is tired and sloppy and weak, his state of tiredness clear by the slow movements and the unfocused eyes, as if he couldn't exactly see the beast attacking him.

Slowly I let Enchantress take control, feeling death take every part of my being and filling me with only anger and hunger. I don't see the scene happening in front of me, but I can feel the blood covering my hands, I can hear the screams the creature is shouting. And I don't care, I can only focus on that bright blue string coming to life on my heart, tightly moving me forward.

I don't need weapons.

I don't need powers.

I need that beast dead and that's exactly what I'm working on.

Azriel's POV

I was stupid.

Stupid, senseless, reckless, stubborn, anything like that. But admitting that won't save my life. I might die if I don't fight back. I will die if I don't get help. I scream for Rhysand or Cassian or even Feyre to come. I scream inside myself for anyone to hear me and help.

I shouldn't have come. I should've let Cassian come on my place. I should've slept more. I should've told everyone I loved them. I don't know how many times I said it to them. It wasn't enough.

When I was a child I used to dream a lot. I used to close my eyes to see the world that was waiting up for me, the world outside the cells I lived in. A world I could call my own. A world out of the dark, a world outside the door, a world I have never been, but that would feel like home.

Every night I finally took myself to bed, and all the brightest colors filled my head, my mind imagined scenarios I would never reach, not inside that cell. A million dreams to keep me awake when my instincts screamed for me to fly, when the pain in my hands were unbearable, when the scars never faded, when the shadows started to whisper to me. Everything I had and knew was those dreams.

I thought of what the world could be if I was outside. I thought that even if I was a bastard, even if the other kids would hate me, if I didn't have a house or a family, even then I would be happier than what I was. 

When I dreamt of a girl I remember to shy away from my mother's touch, I whispered in her ear about the most beautiful female I ever saw - or imagined - thinking she would be sad that it wasn't her. She laughed and told me to keep her memory and find her when I become an adult. It took me hundreds of years to dream of her again.

When I saw Elain for the first time I thought she was the one, but her eyes weren't the same color, or her hair, or the fierceness in her eyes. She was the same. But different.

Now, laying on the ground, my face dirty with blood and my chest burning with the cut that slowly was closing, I think I'm dreaming again. Blue filling my vision as I see a female dilacerating the beast that attacked me. It's not pretty or clean or fast. She is taking her time, enjoying the screams and making a mess on purpose. Yet, that's exactly like one of the million dreams I used to keep inside my head for the moments I felt too alone in the dark.

My shadows fly over her, making the image even more beautiful as she kills. My senses start to recover from the numbness, I start to feel my heartbeat slow down to its normal pace. The beast shouts its last scream before having his heart taken out of his own chest. It's messy, but in the eyes of a spymaster, official torturer of the Night Court it can easily be a dream. Sometimes I have nightmares with the things I do, sometimes I ravish in those actions knowing I just made the world a bit safer than before.

The female that attacked him and saved slowly gets up on her feet, her posture immediately changes as if she became another person. Shs seems to take in the surroundings, and even slower she turns on her feet to look at me. I think I'm still affected by the cut because I only see Elain in front of me. But with different eyes and darker hair. A vision of paradise.

- Are you alright, sir? - I hear her voice asking, my brain clearing the fog around my senses. Yet, is still the middle Archeron sister I see in front of me - Are you Azriel? Spymaster of this court?

-Elain? - Her eyes widened fast and she quickly dropped to her knees in front of me, her smell of coffee and wood flooding every part of me, scratching my brain in the right places.

- You know her? Is she here? Can you take me to her? - She smells so differently than Elain though. Elain… so delicate, smells like jasmine and honey, sweet. The female in front of me smells strong, certain, furious. Is she furious with me? - Sir? Do you think you need a healer?

- No. I just need time - She offers me a hand as I move to get up - Who are you?

- First I need to know who you are - I look at her, but she is already facing me, blue eyes sharp against me - I just saved your life, I think I deserve this.

- I'm Azriel, spymaster of the Night Court, as you previously asked - The cut closed completely, just a line appeared where it was bleeding until now. But I didn't drop her hand yet - You? - She still looks uneasy, her eyes darting back and forth to my shadows and the forest - You asked if I knew Elain Archeron, I do. She is my High Lady's sister, they both and Nestha are under my protection. Who are you?

- High Lady's sister? Do you mean High Lady Feyre? - She drops my hand and steps away, her eyes flooding with tears as I agree.

-Tell me your name. Do you need help? - She seems to remember something important as her posture strengths and a shadow curves over her ear, pooling over her shoulders, but those are not mine.

- My name is Aemma Archeron, I am Elain Archeron's twin sister. My grandmother sold me to Hybern years ago to test me with the Cauldron. I was one of the few survivors of their tests, but I have almost a hundred and fifty other females with me and we are trying to find a place in the Night Court, if you could be kind enough to speak with your High Lord and Lady… my sister - She whispered the last word, still unsure. My brain stops working for some seconds until I scream against Rhysand's shields, sharing the story with him - I think I could use some help, yes. 

#Spotify #azriel × reader #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel/reader #azriel x oc #azriel x reader #acotar #azriel x female!reader

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can we get male warrior reader?

When reader was alive he was considered the strongest in his army leading to countless victories for his people and kingdom

He dedicated his whole life to the wellfare of his kingdom that he never felt rhe need to find someone to settle down with an his life.

When he goes to valhalla he meets jack and is amazed by his fighting skills. The thing about reader he has any ability similar to jacks that allows him to see the guilt in their hearts and jack was the definition of a warrior.

Reader gets on one knee to ask Jack for his permission to court him much to the shock of the little valkerye that partner up with him during his fight (I cant remember her names only that she makes me mad)

Reader is quick to send her a glare that is colder than Odins at her behavior and is quick to remind her that if jack was truly evil than her sister wouldnt have allowed him to step into the battlefield for humanity.

-Y/N, regarded as one of the best rulers in history, not just in your own country, but throughout the world, your name always comes up for great leaders and it’s rightfully earned.

-You were a proud warrior, focusing on protecting your people rather than conquering, but if another empire tried to do the same to you, you had no issues beating them and taking their empire as payment.

-To you, your people, those who looked up to you to not only lead them but to protect them, were the most important thing in your empire, because without them, you couldn’t call yourself a true emperor.

-Under your rule nobody went without anything, everyone had a home, a job, clean clothes, food, water, access to doctors, children of any status had the right to go to school for at least basic education, and due to everything, your nation thrived.

-However, many thought it was odd, despite your successes, despite everything you did, you never took a spouse, and never had any children.

-Nobody, not even those closest to you, could ever figure out this mystery and the secret died with you.

-The secret wasn’t anything bad, but to others they would see it as something not warranting your lifelong celibacy, but to you, it ate you up inside.

-Despite all the good, all the people you saved, you could only remember those that you failed, those who died under your protection or under your command, and those that died, those that you failed, their loss weighed heavily on your mind.

-You felt like you didn’t deserve to bring new life into the world when lives were lost under you.

-Even after you passed and in Valhalla, you rejected all advances of others who wanted a relationship with such an emperor, you only accepted friendships with other warriors you found, bonding over sparring matches, as you enjoyed not having to hold back.

-Ragnarok was announced and Brunnhilde asked you to fight for humanity, but surprisingly you hesitated, not giving an immediate answer. Brunnhilde knew your aversion of taking life, despite your strength to easily do so, as you only took the lives of those who deserved it, criminals and monsters who would only hurt others for pleasure and gain.

-You agreed eventually and Brunnhilde surprised you, being accommodating to you, telling you that you would be a reserve fighter, a backup and you agreed, feeling more willing to fight.

-You remained in your quiet viewing room, sitting on a large plush chair, watching the matches, cheering for humanity and mourning the warriors- no…mourning the friends that you’ve lost.

-You sought out Kojiro personally, thanking him for his hard earned win and he beamed brightly, thanking you before you returned to watch the next fight.

-Your eyes were wide, learning of the next person, Jack the Ripper, only… this wasn’t the true Jack the Ripper, as you killed him when he arrived in Valhalla years ago, after he went after innocent women and you ended his short reign of terror almost instantly.

-This was someone else and Brunnhilde, who entered your room shortly after the fight started, as she knew you would have questions and she told you that this man, Jack, took the mantle of the original Jack the Ripper on Earth, after killing him.

-You were surprised to learn that Jack was still a killer, but one with morals, as he killed killers, he went after people who attacked and killed other people, turning himself into a vigilante.

-You were confused, watching the screen, “Then why does he take the abuse if he knows the truth?” Brunnhilde sighed through her nose, a bit exasperated, “He’s much like you- he would rather take all the bad in the world for himself to protect those who need more good.”

-You paused at her words, but said nothing more and she left after a while, returning to her own viewing area, leaving you to watch Jack’s impressive combat skills.

-You couldn’t look away from him, every move was so graceful, even the way he spoke was so elegant, never yelling or raising his voice, he always seemed level-headed and even toned. Your heart leapt to your throat when he fell upon the gate spike, which made you pause, lifting your hand to your chest, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. You had never felt like this before!

-You could see the anguish on Jack’s face as Hercules faded, and you grew angry at the crowds who threw rocks and tomatoes at Jack, calling him a murderer. However, they did nothing in the earlier matches, when others died. Their hypocrisy was infuriating.

-Jack was not expecting to see you running towards him, your inner colors blazing with nothing but concern as he was finally allowing himself to be weak, limping backstage, clutching the wound on his stomach.

-You surprised Jack once more by easily sweeping him into your arms princess style, “Let’s get you to the infirmary!” Jack was stunned, his eyes wide as he wasn’t used to this, someone caring for him as well as someone carrying him like he was a maiden.

-Jack held his hat to his face which was now blazing red as you kicked the door to the infirmary open, seeing Brunnhilde there, waiting for Jack to arrive but she was surprised to see you there as well, carrying Jack.

-You sat Jack on the bed so the nurses could get work and stepped back, allowing Brunnhilde to approach you but before she could speak Hlokk, Jack’s partner ran in, wanting to see Jack after Brunnhilde told her to meet her at the infirmary.

-Hlokk pouted lightly, seeing Jack, not as angry as when she first had to join with Jack, as she realized what her sister had done, mainly because she knew her younger sister wouldn’t come and see him in the infirmary after how she acted. She was going to wait until he was released to see how he was doing.

-She glared up at Brunnhilde while you kept your eyes on Jack who was actually trying to avoid your eyes, seeing your blaring colors, they were so bright, so true, seeing anger, concern, and the one he was shying away from was love.

-Hlokk’s voice interrupted your gaze, as you were seeing all the wounds he had, making sure he was being taken care of, “I still can’t believe you made me partner with that.” Brunnhilde folded her arms across her chest, staring disapprovingly down at her, “But you know the truth now, this isn’t the real Jack the Ripper.”

-Hlokk’s glare didn’t falter, “But he’s still killed lots of people!” You saw Jack’s gaze falter for only a moment before you turned, giving the young Valkyrie a glare which shut her up, “Brunnhilde wouldn’t have partnered her sister up with a killer. Lots of people have killed others, it’s the way of warriors, you fight and kill to survive, or be killed yourself.”

-Jack was stunned, seeing you defend him while Hlokk shut up, her gaze falling before she apologized, having not thought about it that way before she hugged her sister, forgiving her before turning to Jack, “Make sure you rest- you always push yourself too hard!”

-Jack took the scolding with a small laugh, “Yes ma’am!” Hlokk pouted, her hands on her hips before she poked at his cheek, telling him not to sass her which made him laugh more.

-You remained quiet until he was completely taken care of and once he was in clean clothes, he bowed his head lightly to you, “And thank you, sir, for bringing me here.”

-Jack was not prepared for you to kneel before him, taking one of his hands in your own, “I would do anything for you, honorable one. Will you allow me to court you?”

-Everyone turned white in shock except for you, staring at you in shock before Jack stammered, his stoic and calm façade giving way to a bright red face and stammering voice, unsure about what was happening.

-Jack could see that you were completely serious, every color he could see blaring back at him, your unwavering eyes, you were serious.

-Jack once again hid his face behind his hat, not knowing what type of face he was making, which you did think was rather cute as Brunnhilde patted you both on the head like she was the mother of you both, “Congratulations, but before any wedding planning can happen, we need to focus on winning Ragnarok.”

-Jack stammered, embarrassed at the thought of wedding planning before you turned to the Valkyrie, “If I need to fight, call me, and I will.” She was stunned to see you looking so determined, especially after your initial hesitance, but agreed and the two sisters left.

-You offered a hand to Jack who did hesitate, something you noticed, but didn’t berate him on. You did realize how strong you did come onto him, but you were serious, never in your life and your afterlife did you ever find someone that you felt such a pull to, and by the way Jack was acting, he was in a similar boat, as he had never seen someone’s emotions towards him so clearly, it was… unsettling but also breathtaking.

-You invited Jack back to your room to rest and get something to eat and you were surprised when he agreed, but after you exited the room, you stepped to the side to give him his space, not wanting him to be uncomfortable, but when he grabbed your sleeve like he was a child, you were stunned.

-You could see his hesitance and you made a promise to yourself to not push him, you didn’t want to scare him away, but you had a feeling he wasn’t going to be so easily scared.

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[mejomonster]

Genuinely. Red white and royal blue was gorgeous.

It's healing.

Fucking phenomenal.

It's hope. It's a future worth having and wanting, even when you feel trapped in the past (like prince henry), when you feel like you might fall off a cliff if you take the leap (Alex saying he loves him, trying to win an election that changes the whole direction a country goes and if people like Alex can even fucking exist safely, Henry's life being determined by if the populace can accept or discard him when the existing historical powers only seek to repress, the fucking WAY this movie goes opposite to so many romcoms and so much "soft bl" type stories by being so overtly fucking political is good actually. It's fucking great. It's like this, Florida is telling kids they can't know gay people exist and this movie is saying we can fucking be politicians, we can be in love, we can change the world, we can be what children aspire to in making their world better and kinder to all. It's like. The message. The message to make a son of a president bisexual and in a spotlight in a current world where they're making laws we can't even be out. Cause that's rhe world we want. And we know it's not the world we may have and we may lose that right at any time but we're fucking brave and we are going to fucking exist and we DO want a world where we fucking get to be us as loudly and happily and joyfully and hopefully as everyone, and where we Matter and can do so much fucking good by existing and trying our best.

And then like. They cast Uma Thurman as the president! God!

And like. they PLAYED CANT HELP FALLING IN LOVE. THE SONG. THE SONG!!!!!! listen I never read twist and shout that destiel fic, but I know culturally it's SUCH a song, it's a song i remember singing about lovers and so many people think fondly of their loves with THAT song and it was so perfectly and beautifully used in this movie.

The decision to be clear about queer sexuality in this movie. Superb. Fucking phenomenal, like the whole movie. So often queerness is sanitized, downplayed, considered inherently "unsafe" (which leads to the laws attempting to harm us), and so to make the romance as sexual as any straight movie fucking THANK YOU. To make it romantic, to not shy away from that either, to not lessen its impact as inherently so romantic and sweet and intimate, the hands. The hands, a trademark of any good queer romance, such a beautiful use of hands as the reveal of emotion and love. I loved the care and tenderness put into it. And the realism oh my fucking God! The awkward conversation about making love! Sweet! Real! Real love is silly, awkward, imperfect and not smooth and so wonderful BECAUSE of that. Because real life isn't perfect but it is because that's the person that makes your world feel brighter and brings a smile to your face even when they say and do silly things! Queer people deserve it, we deserve that in our stories on our screens I loved it all.

I loved rhe writing and direction. To absolute pieces. I've seen cheesy shallow romcoms and while I admit there's good aspects to them, they're not for me. This was for me. And this had a lot of layers under the romance. Henry had a whole fucking personal arc I think a fuck ton of people cab relate to. The way him leaving is akin to people who've left me because they could NOT leave the closet the way I could. The way Alex having healthy parents changes SO much of this story and how healthily HE communicates and how much easier it is for him to act and solve problems, and how that support helps Henry respond to him and answer. And stand up for Himself once it's time to. And that says so fucking much about what parents can do, siblings (Henry's sister was amazing versus his brother), about how secure attachments can be healing, about how communicating more really can solve a fuck ton. Truly. It's truly the biggest key to getting through stuff. How the political is so inherent in Alex's past, present, future, how the movie doesn't have to address anything But the romance plot while STILL addressing so much. A world where Henry is a symbol "people love for their symbol" who gets loved for who he is and the future clashing with the past, progress and healing and growth versus history and conservatism and regression. There's so much fucking going on if you just watch. It's all worth hearing.

Alex being a great brave bi disaster I wouldn't have it any other fucking way. They say BISEXUAL IN THIS FUCKING MOVIE. If little 12 year old mejo had a movie do that I could've avoided so much trauma and isolatoon growing up! If I could live in a world as a child with people who said the word bi out loud and that it isn't silent? If I could live in a world where a politician was aloud to be bi growing up? God that could have been a kinder hopeful world for little mejo. And that is the world now, at least in one movie, and I want that for the little kids now who are living in a world with lawmakers that hate them but also so many people like us, like the writer of this novel and script, who want those children to feel SAFE and like they matter and they are allowed to take up space and WANT GOOD THINGS.

And of course, on a shallower level, I loved Alex. I loved him as a representation of what America could be. Which in a way I felt like while you can't summarize a nation with a single person, that's in a way what Alex and Henry felt like. Values slammed into real living people, and of course with the excellent writing they become so much MORE than shallow symbols (but in a weaker story they couldve been). But like. Yeah. I see it. Alex is brave, he isn't afraid to change the world for the better and want To. He wants to put in the effort. Be involved. He's not shy, he's not scared to love or hate or embarrass himself and pull himself back up and try again. His ego isn't critical and he will go across an ocean and at LEAST communicate and have a discussion and only take a real answer. His mom is HIS MOM and he's still got the guts to tell her who he is and his ideas (romantic AND political) and he was raised in the kind of loving family id hope many people get, a family that he knew would never imprison him or hurt him or reject him. He and Henry are not alike for their status as political figures. Despite appearances. Henry is of the same generation and I think he wants to help and make meaning of his life by making it useful for others. In that regard they click. But Henry was raised in rules, respects those social norms, is aware of and respectful of history in a way Alex is not (and to generalize I'd say the average non rich American I know is probably closer to Alex than Henry in terms of respect for meaningless rules and following history for the sake of it being how things were always done), Henry may not even be like the average person in his country. He's removed from them, isolated from them, stuck in this system of the past, and so walled up inside this system he doesn't get the privilege to simply Not Care. To simply not notice it. Alex remembers what it's like to be completely removed from it. Henry has been aware of it ever since he was 4 and had memories. There's so much to say about how the structure of the characters themselves represent various structures in the world. Alex and Henry are more than that. As characters they're people Actively Affected by those systems. But this story is so fucking fascinating on so many layers and I'm so GLAD. Thank you

Thank you.

This is the kind of movie I fucking wanted. Like, Love Simon was a great movie for the time It came out. And for the audience it was made for: teenagers, Disney movie target audience, who deserved a nice sweet childhood style romcom for them. Who had a million ones for other teenagers, so here's one with coming out in suburbia and sweet romances without much pain. Here's a High School musical type movie for a new generation. And it was good. And frankly it still is, it broke ground as a movie with overt queerness made for teenagers. And still it's probably one of the only ones, I can't think of many newer queer stories MADE INTO MOVIES specifically FOR kids. There's Heartstopper, but that's a standout, thank God for heartstopper too. And Heartstoppers a show so it has more time to do more for teens, show more characters and complications of teen life. I appreciate it deeply. But back to Love Simon: it's a one off. I think teens need 100 more movies like it. But adults? We also deserve 100 queer romcoms. And more movies like THIS, like Red White and Royal Blue. That are more then a quickly written poorly produced hallmark quality movie. That you sink your teeth into and could write essays about. That a straight person Says Pride and Prejudice is one of the BEST romance movies and we can say cool, here's 10 queer romance movies that are just as phenomenal. Anyway that's what this fucking movie is to me. You can disagree, tastes differ, totally valid babes you do you.

but OH MY GOD THEY PLAYED CANT HELP FALLING IN LOVE AND THE STORY IS TOLD BY A BISEXUAL DISASTER WHO EMBODIES SO MANY WONDERFUL QUALITIES I ASPIRE TO HAVE AND HOPE TO SEE MORE OF IN THE FUCKING WORLD.

And like. Henry. I'm gonna go read the book for him in case it's got more. I really think the movie did so many cool things with his personal character arc. That comments on family dynamics, the closet, the trauma of the past (and in many areas the current political regression and harm), the way historic systems control and damage people (both people inside and the entire wider populace they influence), the way things even in the Best circumstances can be truly Imperfect because that's the real world. In the real world, you can fall in love and there's nothing to do but try your best to keep being with each other as the world puts obstacles you'll never destroy in your way (and some truly awful ones). And like. The fact that Henry gets a happy ending. Talk about queer fucking happiness. Talk about wish fulfillment, but without sparing my feelings first. The movie made me feel the very Real fear and threat first. The reality that people like Henry leave all the time and sometimes nothing can last forever without being a danger to the person involved, the reality that their conversation in Henry's room was so fucking high intensity to My fucking heart. And I've stood there. I've been them. The election too, I figured a movie would fear being political (you know lol despite being queer). But movies nowadays, they do fear. They fear saying they care about it, when for fucks sake there's places we can visit and not have the right to exist so fuck That. And it's a fictional election. But my hearts in my throat and I bet Alex's is too. Alex is safe if his mom loses, he's a rich politicians kid. But I've Sat on election night and lived through trump winning. And knowing that meant women losing their rights and safety, queer people losing their rights and safety, knowing every Single election people sit there and wonder if anything will be okay tomorrow. For ordinary people. For people like Alex if his mom never became a politician. For his mom, his dad, his abuela. And in a way sure the movies heavy handed. Frankly I'm gonna forgive it, I could give a fuck about heavy handed. I liked the Barbie movie, but that movie sure was gentle for being called "very feminist." Women are getting arrested for abortions. It's not very on the nose or heavy handed when that's not even really a major issue (not that it needs to be, a movie about a doll wasn't ever expected to be heavily handed political). But this movie? The presidents a main character. To avoid politics would be Expected of a romcom, but shitty. So yeah why not lean in and be heavy handed. They don't have to say it, because this movie is an optimistic future where people like Alex are fine. But there's a weight to what if his mom loses, what if Alex can't hold hands next time he goes to a certain state. But I hope the people who watch this movie, one day, don't even feel those stakes. Because they don't have to. Because the world's like it was for Henry, kind and accepting. Because more of the world is that way then not.

And I'm glad it ended happy, but real if that makes sense. It's an optimism I can carve out eventually, you can. Eventually. If we keep trying.

If anyone saw Fire Island, another great queer movie, that one also didn't shy away from political. It's a romance too, and it was frank about queer communities and people and us with each other versus how the wider world is in relation to us. I appreciated with Red White and Royal Blue another movie that felt like that. That felt a bit closer to honest, rather than sugar coating both our identities and our experiences in the world to make it easier to palette. There's a time and place for sugar coating it (teen movies that aim for kind to us like Love Simon are a good place) but there's also a time when I don't want anyone straight coddled. I want them to see us make love and KNOW it's love. I want them to see us for who WE are, even the degree that we are different and that the world Does make us endure hoops and pains it never forces on straight people, and make them Care about us and learn to relate to us if they want to enjoy our romance. They wanna care about us falling in love? They can care about what we have to go through and be brave about and empathize with people who don't always flirt like they do or follow the same path. I'm fucking over the Moon that this movie asks its audience to view life and love and the whole world from the perspective of an optimistic political bisexual young man. Even if you're nothing like him, try to connect. And likewise, Alex is being asked to try to understand a man who has his own very Different experiences to Alex. Henry again, asks the audience a second time to relate to a man both they and Alex cannot relate their own life experiences to. Even further, if Alex is assumed straight when you go in and you learn to accept hes bi, then Henry makes the audience also reach to accept Henry is gay. Idk if straight people consider that another hurdle lol as they both seem hurdles to straight people I've seen. But also Henry is old money, royalty even, and fuck I know absolutely no one who can personally connect to that or even knows someone in their social circle who's fucking royalty. But Alex is asked to connect and relate, and so are we, and hopefully we grow and expand a bit as we do. And maybe that's part of what we're supposed to leave this story with. That the world is wide and beautiful and full of so many experiences and there's value in them and in trying to understand their values and pain and hoping for all of us to have a kinder world we're allowed to exist within. I don't know. I'm too tired to know all this movies got to offer.

But as I said. Red White and Royal Blue is fucking phenomenal.

#lb #rant #red white and royal blue

[madame-fear]

hiyaaa, random thing but I saw an anon ask from a while ago saying luc could've survived, and look:

the mount doesn't get eaten. vhagar attacked arrax from below, and if you screenshot a frame or two after this, you can see the mpunt and rhe out line of lucs head falling towards the sea. ill try to find the actual shot, but I found this cool.

Heya! 💗 Wow, this is actually so cool! Thank you for showing me this, I will try to re-watch the scene slower to see what you just told me!!

Poor Lukie, we still miss him greatly. I miss him even more now, he deserves the world :( AND HE DESERVED TO LIVE! 🙏 Please if you have the screenshot of the other frames I greatly appreciate it, I’m curious &lt;3

#hotd #house of the dragon #┆ ⤿ 💌 come chat with amira .ᐟ ୭ #ask box #ask box open #ask box messages #✧.* amiraverse #amira loves lucerys velaryon

[postgameroutesix]

oh yeah i started watching tmnt 2003 also so im watching that + the 1987 show side by side BUT thoughts so far on the two from a guy who knew essentially nothing going in:

already the 2003 ver of splinter sorta feels like a wiser approach to the character just in that it avoids that underlying racism unintentional it may be with him being a japanese man turned into a rat. instead being same as the turtles in originally just being a normal rat. from context clues im guessing hamato yoshi will be weaved into the story later as a separate character so hes not entirely omitted just reworked

though beyond the unfortunate implications associated w aspects of his character concept i do rlly enjoy splinter as a character + think his relationship with the turtles and april in 1987 is very sweet like man hes really just their dad….in 2003 how he saw these lost baby turtles + just thought Well i guess im a father now despite being completely different species is so 😭😭 the little nest he made for them….

i LOVE!!! the turtles theyre actually SO skrunkly theyre my best friends…..i love them all theyre very special to me. particularly 87 raphael and 2003 mikey have immediately latched onto my brain the absolute silly of these critters everything they say is like cocomelon shit to me. i love them SO VERY!!! dearly <33

i love aprils attitude of fuck around + find out i think shes a very fun character. ive seen ppl refer to her 1987 iteration as being a “damsel in distress” but i dont really agree with that at all lol bc she doesnt just get kidnapped she actively gets herself into shit for a news story…its the same issue i hold with people referring to daphne as such tbh. also wrt her 87 character i love how similar to 2003 splinter she meets the turtles and is freaked out for like a few seconds b4 just being like Well i guess im a big sister now

the difference in style + tone b/w the two shows is immediately evident lol like for example 87 is largely episodic bar the first five episodes really where instantly 2003 is set up as having an overarching plot. and just by the artstyle its clear 2003 will intend to have a more serious plot at that compared to the more overall lighthearted yet earnest 87

i havent met casey jones in 87 but wrt 2003 help ….whats wrong w this guy i need to see more of him NEOW! i really liked his introductory episode his dynamic w raph is sweet i like how raph sees himself in casey + thus wants to help him. all about balance….

donatello CARRIES rhe team in both these versions my goodness. he deserves the world hes so funny

2003 raphs brooklyn accent kills me every time he speaks. thank u

speaking 👆 of 2003 raph i really love his + mikeys relationship so far especially. really enjoy dynamics where one of the characters annoys the shit outta the other one frequently intentionally and while the other gets angry over this its clear that its rarely serious + they care abt each other very deeply. interesting foil situation being set up too i think maybe? mikey seems to have this natural talent but little desire to train where raph is the opposite going simply by their sparring scene in ep4. love how they reunite after that scene too the absolute sillies:

i think its interesting already the differing takes on the characters which manifests a lot in how i think their ages are portrayed? like obviously theyre all the same age but theres still the Vibe of an age order that appears mutually agreed upon by the characters. in both versions leonardo is unequivocally the eldest + the leader ofc. but then in 87 for me i get the vibe that michelangelo is the second oldest, followed by donatello, followed by raphael (which is funny i think. 87 raphael is just a little hater) whereas in 2003 it goes leo -> raph -> donatello -> mikey and that then seems to become the constant for the rest of the franchise (bar rise of the tmnt i think? where raph + leo swap). theres just interesting dynamics to be had there in how due to this higher emphasis placed on an age order for example 2003 raph seems to be portrayed as more protective + authoritative compared to 87 raph who is more laidback and just a little hater as opposed to having genuine anger issues

i have run out of things to say. UHM anyway overall im really enjoying it!!! i love the turtles a lot. little guys who r beginning to live in my brain…..

#★: textbox #★: tmnt

[endless-brainrot]

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[weebsinstash]

Bully romances are an entirely different can of worms, I love hate-reading them. It’s so frustrating cause the FLs always think with their vaginas even when the guy is their fucking bully/abuser and 99% the dudes are like. Committing felonies against the FLs/other students. The classicism also, cause most of the time it’s always a poor FL getting a scholarship to attend this super rich exclusive academy and she’s treated like shit cause they din’t think she deserves to be there freeloading of the “paying students”.

The synopsis always say “they tried to break me but I’m already broken by my shitty life dancing as a stripper as a 15 year old to support myself after the tragic death of my parents, they don’t know who they’re messing with” or “I’m feisty. I’m defiant. I’m not submissive like everyone else and I’ll fight them” and the book is them being walked all over and doing exactly the opposite. Like I understand not standing up to your bully because you’re afraid and you’re in a position where you can’t do that but girl do you HAVE to suck his dick the first chance you get???? It also has the same issue of 18-year-olds being sex gods who are like. Fucking teachers and getting away with it because money.

Anyways once I read a book where the guys where some on “next leaders of the world” bullshit so their parents would abandon these children in forests and have them fend for themselves and also learn to kill people and fly helicopters I shit you not. Ngl the “rich yandere bullies you, poor scholarship student” actually kinda 😳 juicy with the drama and toxicity potential but those books are just SO BAD.

Part of me is like, i feel like some bully romances could work but, idk, it depends on what you're consuming a story for? Like how sometimes we read angst and stories that are sad and have no happy endings because that's a different form of entertainment and catharsis you know? But if you're writing a story where the bully is the LI then at some point you have to confront all the horrible things they did and make them have consequences, otherwise you just have rhe protagonist getting, basically worn down until they're succumb in my opinion? Like that's one thing that bugs me when the bully aspect is brought up in these werewolf stories because they'll literally use pack dynamics and the mate bond to like brainwash their lovers against their will. Like there was one story I never even posted about that I dropped very quickly because the plot was "girl with strong wolf literally gets drugged with pheromones to have sex with her notoriously mean Alpha mate, she really doesn't have a choice, he wears her down enough that she isn't resisting by the time he decides 'oh I won't mark you by force I want you to want me'" but like, I'm trying to remember all the heinous shit he did? She didn't want to have sex with him and he orders her on her hands and knees and literally puts pheromones inside of her so she's aroused enough for them to have sex like that's drugging and coercion and rape like he literally puts her in the dungeon for a time out "until she learns her place"? And HES THE ML???? IM SUPPOSED TO LOOK PASSED THAT? Sorry I don't care if he spends 20 years apologizing. What is this mindset that some horrible things can be undone, like sometimes the fact you did it in the first place is enough to warrant consequences

You're hitting the nail on the head with that synopsis description bc before I pick a story I usually read the description and my god are some of them baaaaaad, and no grammar sometimes too 🙄 what is the vetting process for some of these? Some concepts just sound so kooky and also as an adult it can be skeezy when a lot of these stories are like, talking about minors in high-school having sex? Like sometimes they emphasize werewolves are naturally beautiful and sometimes they'll just basically sleep around with humans just for some warm holes that adore them and theres some fucked up mentality in that.

(As a side note I just found another audiobook thats like appropriate length and it seems high production value and even like the skill of the author is standing out to me 😳 but. I think the protag is the man in the relationship and I prefer when it focuses on the ladies but, lmao I guess more werewolf drama posts coming soon? Wow they make this girl bathe in the river and use an outhouse and she's the previous Alpha's daughter and an Alpha herself :/)

Tbh now that I'm, you know, getting older and I'm 26 now I don't mind toooo much when the male love interests are young but like don't throw that "he's only 20 and he's the richest ceo in the entire world and he owns a private island factory and owns 50 Bugattis and his dick is 10 inches" shit at me ok, and he's 20 and to me that means he might as well be like 16. Give me a man in his 30s or 40s. Where are the silver foxes. Let me fuck someone's fit grandpa. Reinhardt from Overwatch can still get in these guts

But yeah I really need to actually back into my phone bookmarks and catch up on all my manhwa again because a lot of them were really cathartic in terms of getting revenge and also, I didn't have to pay by the chapter for those 😅

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Xiao deserves something nice, I think.

Gen. Xiao Dating headcanons

He is always exceptionally careful when touching you- while he doesn’t have massive superstrength, constantly fighting for thousands of years will leave you able to crush fingers if you aren’t careful. No matter how capable you are, he treats you as if you’re made of porcelain.

I think he would prefer you to be an exceptionally strong fighter or someone who holds little interest in exploring the world. He can’t always be around to protect you, so if you can protect yourself or don’t go places that you’ll need protecting he’ll be able to rest easier.

More likely than seeing him every week or every few days is that you two take a weekend every month or so to hang out; while he could push himself in his battles to make it to you more often, you hate seeing him collapse from exhaustion and his wounds.

He likes it when you play with his hair; he’s very on edge when others get in his personal space, so he does need you to announce your intentions and what you’re doing.

No idea how to cook, but he’ll probably learn through dating you. Whether you enjoy it and want to share it with him, or if you abhor it and ask him to do the cooking when you have your weekends together, he’ll learn. And he enjoys it, overall. Somehow having the smells come together slowly and him knowing how they come about help them not be so overwhelming and awful. You tell him about a drink from Snezhnaya, that they make with milk so cold it freezes and other flavorings; you’ve been wanting to try it, as it sounds incredibly refreshing for the summer, you admit.

A few weeks later, he’s brought milkshakes for you to try. He enjoys the texture, himself; it doesn’t weigh heavy in his stomach and he can put in a light flavor that he’ll actually enjoy.

He knows that he’ll grieve when you pass- he has for the others he’s loved and lost. But he’s learned to keep the sweet memories, and not attempt to avoid it. Better to be happy now then in a constant haze of murder and numbness.

206 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

#4

Happy birthday to me. Had to write something for my favorite feral man. Using a headcanon name that i saw and rather liked. Wrote this fairly late in one sitting the night before. Favorites are specified and the reader is more clarified as a person as this is written for me first, but it’s still kept very open.

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Birthday Delights - Il Dottore x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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For once, Dottore wasn’t in his lab.

You even checked under the tables and in the closets- while he would usually drag himself to the cot he kept a room to the side of his lab, there were a few rare times that he would collapse to the floor after finishing one experiment, then checking on the development of another ongoing test, making sure the beakers were properly washed after Wilson had done such a sloppy job all those weeks ago, and, and, and until he collapsed.

Pursing your lips, you rung the bell to summon his personal assistant; you thought her name was Anya, or something along those lines. Apparently she had been caught stealing extra rations during base training, and was sentenced to being Dottore’s direct assistant for a few months as punishment.

It took ten minutes for her to finally arrive, white hair tied in a braid crown and covered in sweat. She took half a minute to catch her breath, finally gasping out, “Y/N! I apologize, I had to run all the way here. What do you need?” Dottore had told her to treat your orders as second to none but himself, and you felt a tinge bad for how it manifested at times.

“I was wondering where Dottore is? I checked his rooms as well and there wasn’t a sign of him there.”

Anya hesitated, squeezing her hands together, and you frowned. “Where is he, Anya. If he’s doing something bad, I want to know.”

“Oh no, it’s nothing bad!” Anya hastened to reassure you. “It’s rather sweet, actually. I just… Wasn’t. Supposed… to tell you.” Her voice trails off as she realizes what she revealed. “Please don’t tell him, I’m almost done with my service and I don’t want to be experimented on!” Her vomit of words is paused when you hold your hand up.

“I won’t tell him. Don’t worry.” The relief in her face and her shaking knees led you to the decision that you would need to have another talk with him about how to treat his assistants. “However, can you lead me to him? Even if he’s busy, I want to at least see him today.”

She squeezed her hands together again, brow furrowed as she thought. “He should be done by now…” She mumbled to herself. “Yes, I can. Let’s go- slowly, though. To give him time to finish up.” You nodded, and she turned to lead you to your boyfriend.

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Half an hour later, you can understand why Anya was so out of breath. Dottore’s lab was in a far flung tower, far from the rest of the palace, but she was leading you towards an area you had never convinced yourself was worth the time and energy to explore. “Wait here, please, I’ll check if you’re allowed to come in yet.” She directed you to wait behind a pillar, out of view of the large, decorated with fine detail wooden doors. Cracking one open, she slid in and you amused yourself by staring at the oak statues in the halls, wondering how long they had been here.

It was a few minutes before Anya came back out, and by the look of her Dottore had been too busy to be annoyed at her delay, likely only demanding her help with the finishing up.

“You can come in, Y/N.” She had a small smile on her face as she held the door open. You stepped through and a gasp escaped you.

This had obviously been the work of a few people. The large, ornately decorated room was pristine, windows that nearly reached the ceiling clean and uncovered by curtains, showing the thick snow that always surrounded the Tsaritsa’s palace. The reds and oranges of the sunset bled through the glass, covering the room. There was a music player in the corner of the room, playing soft classical music. In the center of the room was a table with a white tablecloth covering it, and Dottore standing beside it.

He looked even more handsome than usual, his usual simple overshirt and undershirt exchanged for a white suit with black accents and blue tie. The only thing you could think, other than wow, was how glad you were that you had decided to wear your favorite nice outfit that morning.

“Perfect timing.” Your feet carried you to him and he picked up your hand to kiss it. He usually wasn’t this affectionate, and you couldn’t help the blood rushing to your face. “Happy birthday, mon désir.”

“This is for my birthday?” Your face lit up, and his grin widened.

“Why yes, yes it is. I cooked you a full course meal. I wouldn’t trust anyone else for your birthday dinner. It should be incredible.”

And there was his ego. You couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed; when you loved him, you loved all of him. “I’m excited. I know it’ll be great.” You slid into your seat and he tucked a napkin into your collar.

The hors d'oeuvres were already on the table under a metal cover, and he revealed them to be sliced apples and raspberries drizzled with honey. Anya had left once you were fully through the door, and Dottore took his mask off to rest on the side.

Chatting let the fruit be eaten quickly, and he called the next dish in, bringing his mask back up as Anya brought the cart in. The amuse-bouche was next, followed by the appetizers, which were an array of small sandwiches. The main courses were a dizzying array of favorites. Multicheese macaroni and cheese accompanied by a perfectly seared slice of steak, delicate pasta that almost didn’t need to be chewed, to name a few. He had obviously spent hours and hours preparing everything, even with the help of kitchen assistants you knew he would have needed.

“I can’t believe you went to all this effort.” You wiped at your mouth with a napkin, taking a sip of wine. While you would never call yourself a wine connoisseur, the flavor was incredible. “This is so… So amazing.”

“It’s simply because you’re worth it.” Dottore spoke like it was no big deal, but you could see the smile on his face grow. “I wouldn’t do this for just anyone.”

“No, I mean it Nicolas.” You used his first name and reached across the table to cover and squeeze his hand. “I love it. Thank you.”

The number of times you had seen his face redden from an emotion other than anger or drunkenness you could count on one hand, and now you could add to that tally. It wasn’t a blooming blush, but you knew it wasn’t from the sunset lighting.

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216 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#3

wait hi i saw ur pjo requests were open can i ask for a nico x reader platonic and they’re just mlm and wlw solidarity maybe and perhaps reader has a crush on annabeth or piper

I love this idea so fucking much omg (also this is an au where Bianca doesn’t join the hunters and die bc canonically. He’s barely at the camp)

Nico having MLM WLW solidarity with reader (PLATONIC)

You just kind of sit beside him and say, “So…. Percy and Annabeth, huh?”

He rambles about how cool and awesome and amazing and cool Percy is for ten minutes, with a few hastily added but still genuine comments about how Annabeth is fairly nice and smart.

“So- uh, what do- you think about them?” He stammers out once he’s done, trying to direct the attention off of himself.

And you proceed to talk about how pretty and amazing and wonderful Annabeth is and you wish you could talk to her but every time you try you just get so tongue twisted and can barely stammer out a hello-

You two don’t exactly become friends, not yet, but when your activities line up you can usually be found hanging out and gossiping about what’s been happening at camp. He’s a lovable kid that gives off serious little brother energy, so people aren’t quite as sealed with their secrets as they should be when he’s around. As long as you don’t spread it around, he likes talking to you!

Honestly, the moment you two seriously bonded is when Percy and Annabeth officially got together. You’d known that they were really into each other, yes, but seeing them kiss under the watery surface cracked your heart. The two of you cried under your bunk for an hour, demolishing a box of tissues and three trays of snacks Bianca brought over once she heard what the issue was.

After that you two were almost bonded at the hip. You both helped each other get over your crushes and started hanging out outside of activities as well.

Once you hit 16 and puberty started hitting y’all HARD, you started taking trips out of camp together, officially to deliver packages too big for Iris’ delivery service, but really to people watch people who you hadn’t grown up with and seen with drool tracks on their faces in the mornings their cabin had been too late to get into the bathrooms before breakfast. People were a lot more attractive when you didn’t spend years living with them, you both found out.

Nico is a lot quieter about it, half his formative years having been during the 40’s keeping him from being open about his attraction to men. You try and make an effort to stay on the downlow too- you hate making him uncomfortable.

When Piper came crashing down in that chariot, you could feel your heart doing ten flipflops as she got thrown onto shore. Eagerly offering to show her around, you ignored Nico’s snickering. Piper was polite, if heavily confused, and you were down BAD. You took revenge on Nico’s kissy faces by throwing your arms around him and his crush and loudly asking if they were dating, refusing to take a hint with a shit eating grin on your face.

277 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

#2

Had to write this to get it out of my head. Can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic- it's very ambigous. I don't plan to open requests for Encanto, but if enough people like this and say so. Perhaps I'll write more. Gender Ambiguous reader.

x Camilo - ghost stories

Word Count: 470

"And then, the girl was never seen again." Your fingers spread out and your eyes widened. "Some say that if you go to the lake at four in the morning, close your eyes, bring an offering, and ask for your fortune, she'll tell it to you. But if your question is deemed beneath her, or your offering is deemed as such too, she’ll drag you beneath the water, never to be seen again.”

Camilo shrugged, leaned back on their arm. “Eh. 7 out of 10. The start was good, the middle had too much detail and the ending was too specific. Good effort though.”

“Oh come on! Will anything come up to your standards?” You flop onto your blanket. “It’s no fun if I’m the only one getting scared.”

“Get better ghost stories and maybe you’ll have the honor of scaring me.” He snickers and turns into an old man. “Come now, (Y/N), scare these miserly old bone-”

You swat him and he turns back into himself, cackling. “Okay, okay. My turn. Once upon a time, in a place not far from here….”

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“And she said, in a crooning voice, ‘oh, won’t you be a dear and help me out?’ The young man agreed, and leaned down to help her out of the well. With a frightful shriek, she pulled him in! Her transformation began, and the man backed away out of fright. For she looked just… Like… This!”

Camilo twisted and when they faced you their face was utterly grotesque. A gnarled nose paired with boils all over, covered in clumps of hair with something rotting in the larger patches. You couldnt even describe the rest- you were too busy screaming.

Something also screaming scrambled into your lap and only your extreme self control helped you not shove it off.

“Wh- Antonio?!” Camilo’s voice shifted from crackly and aged to his regular one as he shifted back to himself. “What’re you doing here?”

Antonio was scared out of his wits however, and once he took a breath from screaming he let out a sob. “I wanted to be part of the fun!” He wailed. “Your story was so scary, though!” His tears were staining your shirt, but you weren’t about to push a ten year old out of your lap, especially if they were terrified.

“There’s a reason we didn’t invite you.” They scowled at the boy in your lap.

“C’mon Camilo.” You patted the boys head (and his curls were really bouncy, lord–) and sighed.

“We can finish scary story night later. Let’s get some hot chocolate now, hm?”

Antonio’s head bobs up and down shakily and you manouver yourself up, taking his small hand in yours.

“Fine.” Camilo pries himself off the floor, but he can’t hide his excited smile at the mention of hot chocolate.

307 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*bangs hand against the table* i love this man so much im going to cry. (this has been ini my drafts since september i literally forgot abt this)

General Sniper Mask Dating Headcanons

He has a huge hand fascination. Whether he's playing with yours or you're playing with his, he's happy. Or just whenever you touch him with your hands. Brush his hair and he'll be putty in your hands.

Sit in his lap. Just sit there. He's comfortable. C'mon, it's a free chair, all for you. He just loves having you within his reach at all times. He looks a little ridiculous whenever he pats his lap but you gotta love him.

He's not much for PDA, though. Before the manga he was just a pretty shy kid so he'd burst into flames if you did anything more than hold his hand in the busy public. During the manga, he's really busy trying to survive and he doesn't want you to be able to be used against him. In private, he's all over you.

He would likely only date someone he's known for quite a while, so once you've been officially dating for a few months you'll know that he's a huge fan of cuddling. Spooning is likely his favorite, but anything that feels like he's protecting you is his ideal.

If you pull him down by his tie he’ll melt. Do it. Do it. Just do it.

His love language is likely a mix of acts of service and physical affection.

He really likes looking cool. While in a serious fight his entire focus will be on destroying the enemy as fast as possible, once it’s over and he’s checked the perimeter for hidden enemies, he’ll be sneaking you glances almost asking if you thought he looked cool.

I care him deeply i need to find the time to read this series again

383 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

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