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megaderping · 17 hours

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I feel like when people compare Akechi to Light Yagami, they fundamentally misunderstand his character. Their similarities really end at their designs, and Light is the kind of person Akechi would despise. Light Yagami lives a pretty privileged life at the start of Death Note. He has a stable home, with two parents and a sister who care about him. He's a successful student. There isn't really inherent tragedy to his life. The whole reason he starts using the Death Note is a mix of curiosity and a jaded worldview, and when it works it empowers him, very quickly goes to his head, as he believes he is one who can be a god of a "new world" once the shock of his initial kills wears off. While his first kill was to help someone, that altruism didn't last. He is in charge of his choices, while Ryuk mostly vibes and maybe eggs him on a little. Fundamentally, Light has something Akechi lacks: agency, and a comfortable life he took for granted. Meanwhile, Akechi is someone who lived on the bottom rung of Japanese society. His very existence is shameful there, between his mother being a sex worker, his status as an illegitimate/"throw away" child, and his mother's suicide. Years languishing in a foster system that is notoriously inhumane, in a country where 90% of the adoptions are grown men for inheritance and patriarchal reasons, while very few children in the system find permanent homes. When Akechi awakens his power, he approaches Shido not because he wants to kill people but for a stupid revenge plan cooked up by a traumatized child who's been nudged along by a malevolent god. He wants to build Shido up so that at the height of his power, he can expose him for the monster he really is, while another part of him genuinely wants to be useful to Shido, as Cogkechi later calls out. His feelings are a mess of contradictions, and so it's no surprise that Shido was able to mold him into his assassin at only 15 years old. It's also worth noting that Akechi only approaches Shido with his ability to cause psychotic breakdowns. Shido is the one who teaches and instructs him to do shutdowns. He's still complicit, very sunk cost with his revenge plan, but as I spoke of here, even if he wanted to quit, he couldn't alone. Shido's cleaner and control of the law and ability to effortlessly turn him in would render the Metaverse his only safe haven. I think people look at 11/20 Akechi and Akechi in the early parts of the engine room and assume that's just his "true self," when in reality it's another mask. Royal makes it very clear because in Rank 7, he outright warns Joker of what's to come via a pool metaphor and offers an out (though he's MUCH happier if you don't take it/stick to your principles), and in Rank 8, he goes on that big "I hate you" speech... while Sunset Bridge is playing. Y'know, the song that plays at the end of most confidants to reaffirm bonds. So when he smiles as he shoots what he assumes to be Joker, that doesn't mean he's genuinely happy. More likely, he's an emotional clusterfuck, given he also is disoriented enough to namedrop "Shido-san" over the phone, and in the subsequent meeting with Shido, tells him not to kill the Phantom Thieves and that Morgana is "just a cat." Yes, he says they'll make them fear for the rest of their lives, but remember, he's talking to Shido. The things he says are likely all incredibly calculated to sound appealing to Shido. And when you consider that he planned to utterly destroy Shido's reputation after the election, the "delay" makes even more sense.

Later, Akechi goes on about how the people he induced shutdowns on were deserving of their fates, but I don't think he believes it so much as it's the only way he could convince himself that it was worth it, and given how much society failed him, and given how many of the people he targeted were likely rivals/competitors or rich fucks, I think he'd be less inclined to assume good faith. Kunikazu Okumura was not an innocent little victim, after all. He was one of the people who requested breakdowns and shutdowns the most. I think Akechi enjoyed killing him not because of how it'd hurt Haru, but because of catharsis. Because Okumura is just as monstrous as Shido, so why should he feel remorse? However, I don't believe he feels the same about Wakaba, as when he discusses her with Shido, he mentions how her fate was because she refused to willingly work for him. It's another justification, but I personally think Wakaba's death was the most painful for him because he was effectively making Futaba just like him. That's why I think his reaction to Sae threatening Sojiro's custody was genuine. Anyway, evil grinning Akechi is just another mask, as I said. Keep in mind, this is someone who laments not meeting Joker years ago, someone who Morgana outright points out is lying about his hatred. And that's the thing. Light Yagami, while a really fascinating character, is not someone who had all this childhood suffering or lack of agency. He does not regret his actions in the slightest and goes down due to his own hubris in both the anime and the manga. While you can argue that Ryuk set him up by dropping the Death Note, Light was the one who picked it up and chose to use it. Any nudging from Ryuk didn't coerce Light into doing it because Light seized the opportunity. No, if Light Yagami is like anyone in Persona 5, it's Masayoshi Shido, not Goro Akechi. Both believe they are god/god's chosen, that they are the ones who will reshape the world to their ideals, and to be frank, both use and abuse women to serve their own purposes. Goro Akechi goes down sacrificing himself for the Thieves and pleading with them to stop his father and again in Maruki's reality when he refuses to let Joker accept a gilded prison of a world for his sake when he knows better than anyone what it's like to have no true freedom. If you max his confidant, you see him in the postcredits, leaving his survival entirely possible, and I think it works because at the end of the day, Akechi was meant to be a victim and a foil. Light is a villain protagonist and a cautionary tale. Though its his POV we follow, he isn't someone we're meant to root for, but I definitely don't think enjoying the character is a bad thing at all. He's really interesting! I just think that a lot of the Akechi and Light comparisons are surface level at best.

#goro akechi #persona 5 #p5r spoilers #character analysis #long post #death note spoilers

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koolades-world · 1 day

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I have a request for an MC who's never been called beautiful or handsome before, so when they're complimented, they ask why and just start to cry. The brothers (plus Dia and Barbatos, if it's not too much to ask, of course) are shocked at their tears and find out that their human had never been complimented before this moment.

Sorry if it's too specific, I had this experience and I cried for way too long, I just want to know how the boys would react.

hi there! yes of course :)

no worries about the specifics and such. so glad someone called you stunning like you are. you and everyone readying this: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL HANDSOME STUNNING GORGEOUS PRETTY!!!!! if nobody has told you that today, know that you are!! you deserve the world :)))

enjoy <3

Mc who cries after being called beautiful/handsome/stunning

Lucifer

right after you had finally taken your last RAD exam, you thought you looked like a mess and you vocalized that

he swooped into to disagree and called you handsome

he’s quick to comfort you when you start to cry because he’s not quite sure why

when he finds out it’s because he called you handsome, he dabs always your tears and makes a mental note to call you good looking more often

Mammon

he called you it kind of in the heat of the moment

but that he didn’t mean it, but he was just so excited! you’d just helped him win a huge bet and made him loads of grim so it slipped out in a long string of compliments

he slows down once he sees you crying, and wipes your tears

he tells you he’d call you beautiful over and over again if you wanted because he really did think you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

Levi

he really worked himself up to compliment you like this

after all, as a chronic overthinker, he sat for while thinking about the implications and how you might react

once he finally said it after almost chickening out, he totally freaked out after you burst out into tears

the following ten minutes were chaotic to say the least, but in the end he knew it was out of joy

Satan

omg I can literally see him reciting the iconic lines to you from Romeo and Juliet

this man is so extra in subtle ways

you’re gorgeous and he wants to you to know

by the time he’s at the end of his lines, you’re of course a blubbering mess but he’s there for you, ready to melt your heart all over again

Asmo

he often throws around that word comfortable

so, it's only natural he ends up calling you it once or twice

he didn't even realize the way you froze and started to tear up after

eventually he turns around and sees the silent tears rolling down your cheeks with a smile, and pulls you into a hug. he's gonna be calling you that a lot more from now on :)

Beel

he probably says it in passing after you called something or someone else pretty

something along the lines of “you’re pretty too” simple and to the point

he feels several moments of panic until you start to try to reassume him that they’re not bad tears

every time you call something else pretty or something along those lines, he thinks of that moment and says what he said back then with more purpose

Belphie

he for sure tells you while the two of you are our stargazing

out of the blue, he rolls over and tells you you remind him of the brightest, twinkling star and that you shine in the same, brilliant, beautiful way

without looking back at you, he returns to star gazing as you begin to silently sniff

he pulls you into his side, gently smiling and hugging you tight

Diavolo

after getting ready for a party and putting on the finished touches on your outfit, you turned to him to ask how you looked

after he told you you looked incredibly handsome, you couldn’t stop the waterworks from flowing

he’s very afraid at first he said something wrong but after you explain it’s just because you’ve never been called that before, his whole demeanor changes

he personally delivers handwritten notes to you daily during RAD that are just all the things he loves about you in them now <33

Barbatos

when he gives out a compliment, it’s very deliberate

he thinks very carefully about what he wants to say, not because he’s afraid he’ll say something wrong, but because he really wants it to mean something

when he called you and your work pretty along with a few other things, he wasn’t sure how to initially react to your tears

but eventually when you started to hug him, he hugged you back and comforted you. he has the little d’s make a routine or complimenting you too :)

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

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maiiuelle · 2 days

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as we all know, jj is not a fan of cops. so, you can imagine how angry he’d be getting a call that you’re locked up.

it's sort of a game of telephone actually. you called kiara from the jail, pleading with her not to tell jj knowing how he'd react. but, with her parents grounding her from any more involvement in pogue business, she didn't really have a choice. so, she told pope, who immediately told jj.

luckily, your offense wasn't serious, you'd been having a bad day already and decided to go on an innocent bike ride. jj was kind enough to have slipped a joint into your backpack for an occasion like this, which you happily lit up to get your mind off of everything. your mistake was riding through the rich side of the island, some kook must've seen you and called the station to complain about who-knows-what, and the smell of weed sticking to your skin made it easier for shoupe to find you. you complied, letting him haul you in the back of his cruiser while he lectured you about drug possession and public intoxication. must be a slow day.

now you're sat in the lobby of the police station, hands bound together in metal cuffs, resting in your lap. you're barely high anymore, the light feeling in your head replaced by irritation. you hear jj before you see him, and the sound of his booming voice makes your heart sink.

"where d'ya even have her? huh, plumb?" you squeeze your eyes shut, the heat of his anger growing closer and closer.

"you need to relax, maybank." she hisses, rounding the corner before him and stopping at the sight of you. she crosses her arms, almost amused. "she's right here."

your blonde boyfriend stomps in after her, wide eyes searching the room before landing on you. he's disheveled, clearly having been in a rush to get here. you don't know what to do other than to stare back at him doe eyed. deputy plumb comes to your side and hoists you to stand with a hand on your arm, spinning you roughly so she can start to unlock the cuffs.

“alright—let’s make this quick.” shoupe’s voice draws everyone’s attention, a stack of papers in his hands that he offers to jj. “i’m doin’ her a favor, just a written warning.”

jj snatches the papers from him, superficially looking them over and then using them to point at the deputy. “you’re outta your mind, shoupe. i can’t believe—“

“i suggest—“ shoupe cuts him off, and jj’s jaw clenches. “—you kids get on home now. we’ve got some real work to do.”

deputy plumb lets you go, clipping the cuffs to her belt and nudging you toward jj. “and keep the dope on the cut.” you look back at her, keeping your mouth shut as you slink over to jj’s side.

“can count on kildare P.D., ain’t that right?” jj keeps his eyes on the officers, face red with anger as he adjusts his hat and starts walking toward the door. you stick close to him, feeling better attached to his side even if he’s angrier than you’ve ever seen him. “pickin’ on teenage girls — real tough, shoupe. pretty sure y’all got bigger fish to fry, maybe focus on that.”

on the way out of the station, he’s silent. he doesn’t look at you or say a word until you reach the twinkie, where john b is sitting patiently in the driver’s seat. you feel real bad now, realizing you brought everyone into this mess that you could have easily avoided. jj stops at the front of the van, and you follow suit, anxiously biting your lip.

“jayj, i really didn’t mean to cause a whole—“

“nobody’s upset, sugar. relax.” he takes a second to look you over, running his hands down your arms and scanning over your body. “didn’t rough you up in there, did they?”

you shake your head. “oh, no. i’m fine.”

“good.” he brushes your hair over your shoulder, letting his hand linger by your jaw to pull you into a kiss. “least y’got a little street cred now, huh?” a warm smile spreads across his face. you’re relieved, in the end really grateful that your boyfriend came to save the day.

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#my inbox is open! ‧₊˚.#jj maybank #obx #jj maybank x reader #jj #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank headcanon #jj headcanon #jj x reader #jj maybank gif

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cy-cyborg · 3 days

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Dealing with Healing and Disability in fantasy: Writing Disability

[ID: An image of the main character from Eragon, a white teenage boy with blond hair in silver armour as he sits, with his hand outstretched. On his hand is a glowing blue mark. He is visibly straining as he attempts to heal a large creature in front of him. /End ID]

I'm a massive fan of the fantasy genre, which is why it's so incredibly frustrating when I see so much resistance to adding disability representation to fantasy works. People's go-to reason for leaving us out is usually something to the effect of "But my setting has magic so disability wouldn't exist, it can just be healed!" so let's talk about magic, specifically healing magic, in these settings, and how you can use it without erasing disability from your story.

Ok, let's start with why you would even want to avoid erasing disability from a setting in the first place. I talked about this in a lot more detail in my post on The Miracle Cure. this line of thinking is another version of this trope, but applied to a whole setting (or at least, to the majority of people in the setting) instead of an individual, so it's going to run into the same issues I discussed there. To summarise the points that are relevant to this particular version of the trope though:

Not every disabled person wants or needs a cure - many of us see our disability as a part of our identity. Do difficulties come with being disabled? absolutely! It's literally part of the definition, but for some people in the disabled community, if you took our disabilities away, we would be entirely different people. While it is far from universal, there is a significant number of us who, if given a magical cure with no strings attached, would not take it. Saying no one in your setting would be disabled because these healing spells exists ignores this part of the community.

It messes with the stakes of your story - Just like how resurrecting characters or showing that this is something that is indeed possible in the setting can leave your audience feeling cheated or like they don't have to worry about a character *actually* ever dying. healing a character's disability, or establishing that disability doesn't exist in your setting because "magic" runs into the same problem. It will leave your readers or viewers feeling like they don't have to worry about your characters getting seriously hurt because it will only be temporary, which means your hero's actions carry significantly less risk, which in turn, lowers the stakes and tension if not handled very, very carefully.

It's an over-used trope - quite plainly and simply, this trope shows up a lot in the fantasy genre, to the point where I'd say it's just overused and kind of boring.

So with the "why should you avoid it" covered, let's look at how you can actually handle the topic.

Limited Access and Expensive Costs

One of the most common ways to deal with healing and disability in a fantasy setting, is to make the healing magic available, but inaccessible to most of the population. The most popular way to do that is by making the services of a magical healer capable of curing a disability really expensive to the point that most people just can't afford it. If this is the approach you're going to use, you also typically have to make that type of magic quite rare. To use D&D terms, if every first level sorcerer, bard, cleric and druid can heal a spinal injury, it's going to result in a lot of people who are able to undercut those massive prices and the expense will drop as demand goes down. If that last sentence didn't give you a hint, this is really popular method in stories that are critiquing capitalistic mindsets and ideologies, and is most commonly used by authors from the USA and other countries with a similar medical system, since it mirrors a lot of the difficulties faced by disabled Americans. If done right, this approach can be very effective, but it does need to be thought through more carefully than I think people tend to do. Mainly because a lot of fantasy stories end with the main character becoming rich and/or powerful, and so these prohibitively expensive cure become attainable by the story's end, which a lot of authors and writer's just never address. Of course, another approach is to make the availability of the magic itself the barrier. Maybe there just aren't that many people around who know the magic required for that kind of healing, so even without a prohibitive price tag, it's just not something that's an option for most people. If we're looking at a D&D-type setting, maybe you need to be an exceptionally high level to cast the more powerful healing spell, or maybe the spell requires some rare or lost material component. I'd personally advise people to be careful using this approach, since it often leads to stories centred around finding a miracle cure, which then just falls back into that trope more often than not.

Just outright state that some characters don't want/need it

Another, admittedly more direct approach, is to make it that these "cures" exist and are easily attainable, but to just make it that your character or others they encounter don't want or need it. This approach works best for characters who are born with their disabilities or who already had them for a long time before a cure was made available to them. Even within those groups though, this method works better with some types of characters than others depending on many other traits (personality, cultural beliefs, etc), and isn't really a one-size-fits-all solution, but to be fair, that's kind of the point. Some people will want a cure for their disabilities, others are content with their body's the way they are. There's a few caveats I have with this kind of approach though:

you want to make sure you, as the author, understand why some people in real life don't want a cure, and not just in a "yeah I know these people exist but I don't really get it" kind of way. I'm not saying you have to have a deep, personal understanding or anything, but some degree of understanding is required unless you want to sound like one of those "inspirational" body positivity posts that used to show up on Instagram back in the day.

Be wary when using cultural beliefs as a reasoning. It can work, but when media uses cultural beliefs as a reason for turning down some kind of cure, it's often intending to critique extreme beliefs about medicine, such as the ones seen in some New Age Spirituality groups and particularly intense Christian churches. As a general rule of thumb, it's probably not a good idea to connect these kinds of beliefs to disabled people just being happy in their bodies. Alternatively, you also need to be mindful of the "stuck in time" trope - a trope about indigenous people who are depicted as primitive or, as the name suggests, stuck in an earlier time, for "spurning the ways of the white man" which usually includes medicine or the setting's equivalent magic. I'm not the best person to advise you on how to avoid this specific trope, but my partner (who's Taino) has informed me of how often it shows up in fantasy specifically and we both thought it was worth including a warning at least so creators who are interested in this method know to do some further research.

Give the "cures" long-lasting side effects

Often in the real world, when a "cure" for a disability does exist, it's not a perfect solution and comes with a lot of side effects. For example, if you loose part of your arm in an accident, but you're able to get to a hospital quickly with said severed arm, it can sometimes be reattached, but doing so comes at a cost. Most people I know who had this done had a lot of issues with nerve damage, reduced strength, reduced fine-motor control and often a great deal of pain with no clear source. Two of the people I know who's limbs were saved ended up having them optionally re-amputated only a few years later. Likewise, I know many people who are paraplegics and quadriplegics via spinal injuries, who were able to regain the use of their arms and/or legs. However, the process was not an easy one, and involved years of intense physiotherapy and strength training. For some of them, they need to continue to do this work permanently just to maintain use of the effected limbs, so much so that it impacts their ability to do things like work a full-time job and engage in their hobbies regularly, and even then, none of them will be able bodied again. Even with all that work, they all still experience reduced strength and reduced control of the limbs. depending on the type, place and severity of the injury, some people are able to get back to "almost able bodied" again - such was the case for my childhood best friend's dad, but they often still have to deal with chronic pain from the injury or chronic fatigue.

Even though we are talking about magic in a fantasy setting, we can still look to real-life examples of "cures" to get ideas. Perhaps the magic used has a similar side effect. Yes, your paraplegic character can be "cured" enough to walk again, but the magic maintaining the spell needs a power source to keep it going, so it draws on the person's innate energy within their body, using the very energy the body needs to function and do things like move their limbs. They are cured, but constantly exhausted unless they're very careful, and if the spell is especially strong, the body might struggle to move at all, resulting in something that looks and functions similar to the nerve damage folks with spinal injuries sometimes deal with that causes that muscle weakness and motor control issues. Your amputee might be able to have their leg regrown, but it will always be slightly off. The regrown leg is weaker and causes them to walk with a limp, maybe even requiring them to use a cane or other mobility aid.

Some characters might decide these trade-offs are worth it, and while this cures their initial disability, it leaves them with another. Others might simply decide the initial disability is less trouble than these side effects, and choose to stay as they are.

Consider if these are actually cures

Speaking of looking to the real world for ideas, you might also want to consider whether these cures are doing what the people peddling them are claiming they do. Let's look at the so-called autism cures that spring up every couple of months as an example.

Without getting into the… hotly debated specifics, there are many therapies that are often labelled as "cures" for autism, but in reality, all they are doing is teaching autistic people how to make their autistic traits less noticeable to others. This is called masking, and it's a skill that often comes at great cost to an autistic person's mental health, especially when it's a behaviour that is forced on them. Many of these therapies give the appearance of being a cure, but the disability is still there, as are the needs and difficulties that come with it, they're just hidden away. From an outside perspective though, it often does look like a success, at least in the short-term. Then there are the entirely fake cures with no basis in reality, the things you'll find from your classic snake-oil salesmen. Even in a fantasy setting where real magic exists, these kinds of scams and misleading treatments can still exist. In fact, I think it would make them even more common than they are in the real world, since there's less suspension of disbelief required for people to fall for them. "What do you mean this miracle tonic is a scam? Phil next door can conjure flames in his hand and make the plants grow with a snap of his fingers, why is it so hard to believe this tonic could regrow my missing limb?"

I think the only example of this approach I've seen, at least recently, is from The Owl House. The magic in this world can do incredible things, but it works in very specific and defined ways. Eda's curse (which can be viewed as an allegory for many disabilities and chronic illnesses) is seemingly an exception to this, and as such, nothing is able to cure it. Treat it, yes, but not cure it. Eda's mother doesn't accept this though, and seeks out a cure anyway and ends up falling for a scam who's "treatments" just make things worse.

In your own stories, you can either have these scams just not work, or kind of work, but in ways that are harmful and just not worth it, like worse versions of the examples in the previous point. Alternatively, like Eda, it's entirely reasonable that a character who's been the target of these scams before might just not want to bother anymore. Eda is a really good example of this approach handled in a way that doesn't make her sad and depressed about it either. She's tried her mum's methods, they didn't work, and now she's found her own way of dealing with it that she's happy with. She only gets upset when her boundaries are ignored by Luz and her mother.

Think about how the healing magic is actually working

If you have a magic system that leans more on the "hard magic" side of things, a great way to get around the issue of healing magic erasing disability is to stop and think about how your healing magic actually works.

My favourite way of doing this is to make healing magic work by accelerating the natural processes of your body. Your body will, given enough time (assuming it remains infection-free) close a slash from a sword and mend a broken bone, but it will never regrow it's own limbs. It will never heal damage to it's own spinal cord. It will never undo whatever causes autism or fix it's own irregularities. Not without help. Likewise, healing magic alone won't do any of these things either, it's just accelerating the existing process and usually, by extension making it safer, since a wound staying open for an hour before you get to a healer is much less likely to get infected than one that slowly and naturally heals over a few weeks. In one of my own works, I take this even further by making it that the healing magic is only accelerating cell growth and repair, but the healer has to direct it. In order to actually heal, the healer needs to know the anatomy of what they're fixing to the finest detail. A spell can reconnect a torn muscle to a bone, but if you don't understand the structures that allow that to happen in the first place, you're likely going to make things worse. For this reason, you won't really see people using this kind of magic to, say, regrow limbs, even though it technically is possible. A limb is a complicated thing. The healer needs to be able to perfectly envision all the bones, the cartilage, the tendons and ligaments, the muscles (including the little ones, like those found in your skin that make your hair stand on end and give you goose bumps), the fat and skin tissues, all the nerves, all the blood vessels, all the structures within the bone that create your blood. Everything, and they need to know how it all connects, how it is supposed to move and be able to keep that clearly in their mind simultaneously while casting. Their mental image also has to match with the patient's internal "map" of the body and the lost limb, or they'll continue to experience phantom limb sensation even if the healing is successful. It's technically possible, but the chances they'll mess something up is too high, and so it's just not worth the risk to most people, including my main character.

Put Restrictions on the magic

This is mostly just the same advice as above, but for softer magic systems. put limits and restrictions on your healing magic. These can be innate (so things the magic itself is just incapable of doing) or external (things like laws that put limitations on certain types of magic and spells).

An example of internal restriction can be seen in how some people interpret D&D's higher level healing spells like regenerate (a 7th level spell-something most characters won't have access to for quite some time). The rules as written specify that disabilities like lost limbs can be healed using this spell, but some players take this to mean that if a character was born with the disability in question, say, born without a limb, regenerate would only heal them back to their body's natural state, which for them, is still disabled.

An external restriction would be that your setting has outlawed healing magic, perhaps because healing magic carries a lot of risks for some reason, eithe to the caster or the person being healed, or maybe because the healing magic here works by selectively reviving and altering the function of cells, which makes it a form of necromancy, just on a smaller scale. Of course, you can also use the tried and true, "all magic is outlawed" approach too. In either case, it's something that will prevent some people from being able to access it, despite it being technically possible. Other external restrictions could look like not being illegal, per say, but culturally frowned upon or taboo where your character is from.

But what if I don't want to do any of this?

Well you don't have to. These are just suggestions to get you thinking about how to make a world where healing magic and disability exist, but they aren't the only ways. Just the ones I thought of.

Of course, if you'd still rather make a setting where all disability is cured because magic and you just don't want to think about it any deeper, I can't stop you. I do however, want to ask you to at least consider where you are going to draw the line. Disability, in essence, is what happens when the body stops (or never started) functioning "normally". Sometimes that happens because of an injury, sometimes it's just bad luck, but the boundary between disabled and not disabled is not as solid as I think a lot of people expect it to be, and we as a society have a lot of weird ideas about what is and isn't a disability that just, quite plainly and simply, aren't consistent. You have to remember, a magic system won't pick and choose the way we humans do, it will apply universally, regardless of our societal hang-ups about disability.

What do I mean about this?

Well, consider for a moment, what causes aging? it's the result of our body not being able to repair itself as effectively as it used to. It's the body not being able to perform that function "normally". So in a setting where all disability is cured, there would be no aging. No elderly people. No death from old age. If you erase disability, you also erase natural processes like aging. magic won't pick and choose like that, not if you want it to be consistent.

Ok, ok, maybe that's too much of a stretch, so instead, let's look at our stereotypical buff hero covered in scars because he's a badass warrior. but in a world where you can heal anything, why would anything scar? Even if it did, could another healing spell not correct that too? Scars are part of the body's natural healing process, but if no natural healing occurred, why would a scar form? Scars are also considered disabling in and of themselves too, especially large ones, since they aren't as flexible or durable as normal skin and can even restrict growth and movement.

Even common things like needing glasses are, using this definition of disability at least, a disability. glasses are a socially accepted disability aid used to correct your eyes when they do not function "normally".

Now to be fair, in reality, there are several definitions of disability, most of which include something about the impact of society. For example, in Australia (according to the Disability Royal Commission), we define disability as "An evolving concept that results from the interaction between a person with impairment(s) and attitudinal and environmental barriers that hinder their full and effective participation in society on an equal basis with others." - or in laymen's terms, the interaction between a person's impairment and societal barriers like people not making things accessible or holding misinformed beliefs about your impairment (e.g. people in wheelchairs are weaker than people who walk). Under a definition like this, things like scars and needing glasses aren't necessarily disabilities (most of the time) but that's because of how our modern society sees them. The problem with using a definition like this though to guide what your magic system will get rid of, is that something like a magic system won't differentiate between an "impairment" that has social impacts that and one that doesn't. It will still probably get rid of anything that is technically an example of your body functioning imperfectly, which all three of these things are. The society in your setting might apply these criteria indirectly, but really, why would they? Very few people like the side effects of aging on the body (and most people typically don't want to die), the issues that come with scars or glasses are annoying (speaking as someone with both) and I can see a lot of people getting rid of them when possible too. If they don't then it's just using the "not everyone wants it approach" I mentioned earlier. If there's some law or some kind of external pressure to push people away from fixing these more normalised issues, then it's using the "restrictions" method I mentioned earlier too.

Once again, you can do whatever you like with your fantasy setting, but it's something I think that would be worth thinking about at least.

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In The Middle Of The Night

𖥔 Non-idol AU — Boyfie!Kai × Girlfie!Reader

𖥔 Appetizer — Your boyfriend gets needy at night, he starts using your cunt. Little does he know, you're awake and you're gonna let him fuck you, even at such an odd hour since you can't resist him.

𖥔 Disclaimer — This is PURE FICTION : Nothing in this work aligns with the idols' character, moral and their real life. The characters are all legal adults (18+) and everything happening around & to them is entirely consensual. Readers are humbly advised to read the Contains and Disclaimer before they read.

𖥔 Word Count — 3.9k+

𖥔 Contains — NSFW content = smut, so MDNI! Submissive!Service-Top!Kai, Soft-Dominant!Reader, Lazy sex ( not really ), SOMNOPHILIA, Unprotected Sex, praise kink, PIV sex, petnames, a little of lovey-dovey sex, implied heavy sleeper reader and pervy!Kai, kisses ( like KISSES ), cock warming ( I mean A LOTS OF IT as Kai stays in her for a long time ), mentions of submissive!Kai and dominant!reader, a little of rough sex, squirting ( ? ), sweet cuddles at end

𖥔 Author's Note — I- I don't know why I got this idea or anything but idea of a reader who gives in any of submissive!Kai's whims and praises him is what that literally encouraged me to write this. I just don't know if people will like this kind of thing.

Kai turns and adjusts. It is still to no avail. He counts numbers, hoping it would all wash away, the sudden insomniac exhilaration rushing through his ( cock ) veins. He wonders how you're so relaxed and so dead to the world, right beside him, which has become a problem for him. Right beside him is not it. Sleeping like that is. Under the dim golden light of the lamp that outlined the white shirt of Kai's you have almost fought him to wear after bathing just because you procrastinated to wear your pieces of garments because the shirt is actually so comfortable than those. The long shirt which reaches below your pelvis, resting lewdly well on your body and hanging till your thighs, a perfect short dress it makes. It is exactly what that's curled up and... I see and feel it all, everyday. But why is her pussy looking so tempting?

The plumpy ass of yours and your freshly bathed velvety pussy are highlighted on display as the shirt slid up in your slumber, so dead to the world as you sleep on your stomach and have parted your legs to your full comfort, turning your back and ass on Kai, and doing a lot of torment to him. What could he do to sleep right now? He was sure, he only meant to adore you. He is sure now, he only wants you to adorably help him with this. The wide-awakened exhilaration is rushing in his cock veins, transforming him into the needy man you always cherish and tend to.

The swarm of dirty and unusual thoughts compel him to wonder if you would notice when he devours a little of your pussy. He sits up and looks at your frame, legs flawlessly split and welcoming his need at this odd hour when the whole world have probably hit the hay or is getting laid. Your hair is a mess, your head turning away from him and yet all the craving he feels, gets him to memorize your lovely figure, sleeping soundly... Shame possesses him for fantasizing so lewdly of your serene, resting figure, but before this shame could possess, his excitement took over him and in the blink of eye, he strips himself off his trousers and oversized black T-shirt.

It will be okay, she'll be asleep and I'll fall asleep once I use it.. she won't notice. It takes a lots of time and persistent nagging in your ears to wake you up. Sleeping is something you have always taken pleasure in, something that gives you beauty and peace. And as time passed by, your slumber has become a hassle for you and everyone around you. It would take numerous alarms at intervals of every 10 - 15 minutes before you could wake up. There are times where you were late to work and events. Your slumber does take you to a dimension where in here, it is completely difficult to wake you up.

'A heavy sleeper' is what he labeled you for your dead antics in your sleep. Kai does what he intends to, his big palms hold your soft, pliant body and turn you over; you're still sleeping on your back as soundly as ever, unfazed with all the movements happening to your body. His hands start working and they knead your thighs, the movements of his hands soothe you more to your sleep but the same hands which traverse to your asleep cunt and clit, his fingers leave trails of feathery touches to your folds and your sensual clit. Goosebumps erupt on your thighs and alerts of greedy and luring soft pinches dancing on your forbidden clit does a little perturbation to your brain. Do his touches not affect you in even in sleep, for your body completely designed to be his, your steady and soft breathing halts and grows heavy and your body experiences the sweating atmosphere leaving you a little breathless in your slumber.

Kai is hypnotized at the way your body pulsates at slight ministrations, he is wholly awestruck. He now harbors no intentions of waking you up but watch you grow hot in sleep at his servicing touches at your clit. He barely presses and toys with the bud and a soft, low whimper echoes from your quiet snores. Kai is utterly smitten and he doesn't intend to stop. His touches, his comforting touch could ship you to the oceans of congenial dreams without bothering you in any discomfort as it is only made to soothe you to your glee and now, his lecherous touch leaving you in borders of consciousness and unconsciousness, the hot air in your room fanning your body and the unholy thoughts creeping in your mind, visualizing a few of dirty scenarios with a blurred man. Kai affects you infectiously. Whines escape your mouth and your slumber is interrupted.

Your eyes wing open and all you wish to do is go back to sleep. That is, until you feel a lots of illegal fingers caressing your entrances as though it were a delicate thing; Kai is completely unaware you're growing conscious as seconds pass by and he bites the bullet as he slips one of his fingers in your dreaming cunt. So warm and semi-wet has it become, Kai's cock starts pulsating from the comfort he is feeling on his fingers. His other hand which owed to tend to your clit starts rubbing the nub, his finger pad moving in circular, the excitement building through the stimulation he is providing clenches your cunt as he drives in another finger in and they devour all the delicious contractions. It is really a wonder to Kai, how you're being so lewd when you're cutely asleep; unaware of your awakeness as he is moving his fingers following the pace of his other hand which is dealing with your clit.

She is so cute like this. Kai's fingers are barely in a pace as they sluggishly pump in short thrusts, with an intention to not wake you up and yet get you wet. Kai has no idea where he's got such boldness from but can't he just enjoy his sleeping girlfriend eho is so sexy asleep? His fingerpads magically transmit a lot of pleasure to your body and your half-awakeness vanishes. Your eyes flutter wide open and you look down to see what's going on between your legs.

Kai is concentrated on stimulating your clit and prepping your cunt which starts moistening as his movements gather a little amount of speed where his hands work perfectly right, for your snoring breath finally turning into a soft whiny one. Kai once again decides to look at your heated state in sleep and your eyes shut asleep the moment his bold yet shy gaze falls on your not so relaxed face secretly. Kai feels too excited within himself for getting to see a salacious sight like this. Something he never dreamed of getting to look at and is he not enticed with every ounce of it, he gulps and gets back to his dirty little errand.

Kai fingers halt when the wetness comes to his fingers while pumping in and out of your pussy as secretly as possible, and his fingers on your clit stop tending to it; your whole breathing steadies when he pulls his fingers out. What he is unknown of is that you're clenching around nothing and awaiting his dick and you're ogling at him as secretly as possible. Kai is naked, just as you ask of him everytime when you both do the nasty. His body, his neck, his heart ( tits ), his innocent yet mischievous face... a smile of wholehearted adoration graces your lips to all of his frame, which Kai couldn't notice as he is jerking off looking at your delicious, welcoming cunt. Closing his eyes and fondling his length while he strokes it as intensely as possible, smearing the pre-cum dripping out of it as he lets out one of the most sinful and low sounds so sincerely at just the moistened sight of your cunt. Kai is hypnotizing, even for you who just woke up and are taking in whatever he bestowed, you let out a few whimpers and wait for him to slide in.

Kai takes one last glimpse at gracious 'asleep' body and aligns his tip along your cunt. A girthy, wet tip prods at your quivering cunt as his cock and he absorb all the trembles that your pussy and your body exude at the intrusion. He sheathes himself as slowly as ever, you cunt embracing his length as if it have waited forever for the warmth of his cock. Kai's finding it hard to not shove into you, a saccharine groan of delight echoes with the same replica leaving out of your mouth with your eyes closed. Kai's swimming in your warmth as he is bottoming out, unwitting that you're whining along with him in sheer delight of getting filled by his stuffing girth. Kai's hands grab your thighs and pull you closer, Kai rolls his eyes back and looks up, exhaling a few moans out. Your pussy probably can not take the desperation, you squeeze him in an attempt to convey that he better start moving through the communication with your pussy. Kai only moans forgetting everything else.

Kai looks at your shirt crumbled up in a mess, he starts unbuttoning the shirt as he hovers over you, and exposing your fresh scented torso and your perky boobs with the soft nipples. His hands grab a handful of your breast and knead them. It is getting harder to contain yourself from the way he hasn't did much but you're dying for more inside. How freaky and exciting did Kai seem for the things he's been doing to you in your sleep, you swear you didn't think it would make you fall for him more. Ugh.. He can't stuff my cunt and play with my tits when I'm dying for him to move.. his hands doing wonders to your boob and nipple, and his still cock, pulsing at your cute, 'unconscious' reactions according to him. This is not getting any better or relieving, the needy anguish in your stomach only begs for more, he best end what he started now.

"You better s-start moving or else no pussy f-from tomorrow."

A throaty croak of a threat shrills out of your mouth for Kai not moving, which trembles him from his head to toe, even his cock is surprised as it twitches, and Kai follows the voice, his eyeballs curve out, his whole face loses its colour in horror. When did she wake up? Was she awake the whole time? Why didn't she make a noise? Why did she decided to tell something now? Will she feel bad when I tried to help myself a little? Will she never forgive me? Kai's throat runs dry and he finds himself at a loss to speak. What should he do at this possible moment? Should he just start fucking or apologize for using your cunt? His Adam's apple bobs at your state– a cheery grin widens your lips the moment you feel him looking at you; your eyelids still droopy, making your marble-like pupils barely visible; they form a crescent from the way you're adoring your boyfriend.

Kai is only scared, ashamed and guilty from the way you smile at his so naively. His face says it all, the sincere mischievousness he has had in himself when he was stimulating you in your sleep has vanished. Kai could ruin the mood and before he could, your hands fly to his cheeks and pull him in a sweet, reassuring kiss. His hot lips meet yours and all the laziness from the sleepiness evaporates at the way they unite with yours and the rush of neediness and exhilaration through your body only heats you up, for your tongue demanding a permission to his lips with an intention to devour his tongue. Kai can barely move a muscle at this kiss, he gives in and lets your tongue in. His tongue follows your movements and tastes you like it is what he knows merely at the way it has grow light headed. You pull away, "It's okay." And smash your lips at his.

Naughty and excited warmth of both love and lust bloom in Kai; the butterflies in his stomach going at carnage, as your mouths move in coordination and your tongues lick eachothers', his hot breath tickles your cheeks as he inclines his head to kiss you deeper, it only makes you breathless and starved. Kai's hand that stood on the bed moves to your cheek, soothing the supple skin and moving down to your jaw, palming your side neck as his fingers lose their sense of location in your hair. The kiss has its own way of working you both to your mutual delight so naturally that you ravish his lips like they own yours and you have to use them full.

What is so much more exciting is that, Kai, is on top– top of you. He insists on being under when you fantasize of him devouring you as you lay under, only for his lips to cast magical kisses at your body and then, your cunt. You yearn to look at his hanging dark hair which brush your skin now, you wish to look at his eyes completely down, locked in yours. This sight of Kai you're picturing, is exactly what that's actualized. But... his kisses, his air, his touch, his sounds transmitted into yours.. they have no buisness in tiring you again, when you're alive and kicking after waking to such a sensual alarm which didn't wish you a good morning but bless such a good cock. His kiss sucks all your strength in as you can't open your eyes at it; the feeling of the kiss still so alive melting all the consciousness in you away.

Kai is short of breath, as he abruptly parts from your lips. He breathes briskly and quietly, his face still inches away and your panting breath combines with his as you finally become aware of how desperately you were sucking his mouth. Though Kai has steadied his breath, it has taken him a brief while to open his eyes and look at you, who is still in an awe as you do not yet open eyes and look at him. It still isn't that easy to open your eyes, his hand rests on your jaw with tickling pressure which doesn't yet give any strength, your closed eyelids twitch and then open, they parade Kai, sweating and red from the heat. His eyes still sift, as they exude a lots of questions. You know exactly what, he's horny and you will help him.

"I can't sleep when your cock is in me, Kai." Your small voice, filled with honeyed tone and breathy words as they escape your mouth so cutely. Kai smiles shyly at your words; a perfect mix of heart and cock warming words. His heart flutters at the way you are not angry at him and let him do whatever he could, completely down bad. As if this is not enough, your hands find his neck and entangle their as your plant a chaste peck on his forehead as you permit him, "You can do whatever, you know right? Use me however, Love." Your smile is graciously infectious, Kai is flustered and is he not whipped, he vows to make you feel good.

His cock pulses inside, excited at the permission. It wouldn't have been so exciting if you were asleep but of course, your moans as your pussy fucks on his dick- he knows that's the best part– to witness you singing in pleasure so mellifluously at his movements. His dick has been in you for a long time, it better start working or Kai might explode. "I'm moving, Y/n," states Kai as he slowly pulls out, the hold on his cock so compact that both of you couldn't hold your moans in. It is leaving your cunt, so lonely it feels inside that you know it through your bones, if he doesn't go back in, you'll be whoring yourself out to him, at this point. Kai, can't be so addictive but he is, you feel it. The way his cock leaves your cunt, it's too painful to have it so empty, the feeling actually making you lose your conscience as you whine as an entitled brat in a demanding way. Kai gets you. Kai can not endure the high, though his cockhead is still in you, he knows he best push inside. Kai's hands slip under your thigh as they grip, the hands perfectly on your thighs and his cock is the next thing pushed inside with the help his hold provides.

Kai's movements are not so perfect but cervix-knocking, everytime he starts pushing in, his cock knocking the breath outside of you. Your body jiggles in unison with his thrusts even when your hands grip the sheets. Strength deserts your whole body at the way Kai is using your pussy, the only movement you know you are able to do is clench on his cock, his heat that transmits in you everytime he pounds in, your body can only take it. "F-Fuck so good, Kai-"

Your little praise does a lot of favour to Kai, his movements quicken and his hips work in such a way his balls slap your ass with such a slick sound, your pussy only making the wet sounds more amiably melodious as Kai's cock collides in it easily as it only pools a lot of slick, leaking fluids. His movements actually grow harder and faster as his cock slips in due to the wetness, Kai can only go along how his cock drives him. He begins to explore your spots angling his cock at different places, as he hits numerous spots. Tears cascade down your cheeks in pleasure at constant pounding on your spots inside, no other surrounding could come to any existence in your eyes. You can only feel Kai inside of you so good that each and have never expected every vein on his feeble, huge cock that weeped for your touch and pussy could have you shedding tears and loud noises from your mouth which you always do, but these noises that shed from your mouth at the way he is fucking into you so carefully, your voice box can only grow sore merely at it; his quest comes to no end, at the way you're crying and begging to not stop; the high so pleasuring and incessant.

Kai's movements do not relent, not even in a tiny bit. Sweat beads form on his head and his voice synchronizes with yours, until he finds your spot and has you clenching and screaming at his accurate thrust. He continually crashes his cock at it so purposely. You are right, having you under is exactly the best thing as he gets to see you cry, beg and moan under him. He should perhaps continue this, though he feels completely abashed, debauched and happy at the way he's getting to fuck you even at such odd hours, so motivated is he for trying so many of new stuff on you. "D-Don't clench like that haah-! I can't l-last more." Kai could barely get this out when he is actually extracting so much noise out of you. You know, you're fucked completely when the pleasure is actually sparking up so much and you pull him in closer using your legs, which only pushes Kai deeper in you. You're trying your best not to clench at him, it's his cock so fat and so good that you can't stop yourself from clenching and feeling him all. Your boyfriend is a freak in the bed, and this fact only makes you clench onto him more. More for release.

Kai's close, as you clench hard at him. He's been with a hard dick for like god knows how long and he could snap at any moment, just like you, who is dangerously close as his thrusts did not just go in and out of you, they explode your mind at each and every one of them, as the room grows hotter and your fingers curl so hard into your palms, digging your nails into your own hold. Your back arches and you could barely even moan properly at Kai's movements getting sloppy and desperate, as the gush of his cum, accumulating in his length to spurt out makes it grow oversensitive as his pace slows and grows sloppy, even that would not stop Kai from getting you to cum as his hands find your clit and you could say 'caress' but his fingers move so quickly on your bud, making you witness electric bolts infront your eyes and make you wail and beg for more and more, clenching around his cock.

He could not take the tight clench of your soft gummy walls kissing at his delicate weeping cock, making him witness stars as his composure weakens at the overwhelming waves of pleasure hitting him as he whines loudly and spurts all his cum inside of you. The warm fluids spill inside of you as his cock buries deep inside and his fingers lose their momentum on your clit, the strong twists and turns in your stomach stop as in some knots snapped, you choke his cock in your cunt, your toes curl and your hands bring in the sheets as your entangled legs push him towards yourself further, a long moan echoes from the core of your voice box and you're creaming his cock followed by a huge splash of your orgasm wrecking you. You're still swimming in that hot, releasing delight, unable to relax as the pleasure still collapses your each vein and cell; you're still in the moment and arched.

Kai falls in love with the quivering torso of yours followed by your orgasm with your face expressioned in overwhelmedness, he looks at you like there is nothing in this world except you. His cock finally softens and he relaxes as he pulls out, his hovers over you as places a soft kiss at your lips and then, forehead. "That was so hot, sweetheart." His gruff voice is toned low as it echoes only in your ears as you relax and open your eyes at his kiss. You smile at him as you pull him in your embrace, Kai loses his balance plops on you. You turn him to side and snuggle in his embrace. Your hand wrap his body and he lets you in; his hands combing your hair in adoration.

"Happy fucking me In The Middle Of The Night?" You shoot a curious look punctuated with a teasing smile creased on your face to which he smiles as in his lips have to form one, when they see yours smiling ( or kissing haha ).

"Very much." Kai pulls the blanket on top of you both as he brings you closer and switches off the lamp. "Let's sleep, Baby."

You rest you head on his hands as you adjust yourself according to that and scoot in his embrace, his hands secure your back and he closes his eyes to sleep. "Good night, Kai," you wish him. "I love you."

"Love you more, darling."

—THE END.

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I have the balls to write this question without being a ~mysterious annon~ besides I really like you and your writings so when I have questions your the only person I trust to ask. I'm no longer shy anyway my question was about Dia and RAD. Is he the principal there? And Lucifer is his right hand man? I get he is the future King of Devildom but I'm focusing more in his and Lucifer's role in the academy. Is it like some type of Student Union thing??

Well, hello! I'm so glad you feel comfortable enough to talk to me off anon & that you trust me! Ahh I'm so flattered that you like my writing too!! Not me getting all blushy over here...

Okay, so RAD. I mean, the details here aren't great. They tell you at the very beginning of OG that Diavolo and Lucifer and all his brothers are Student Council members. Diavolo is obviously the president of the Student Council and Lucifer is his right hand man... though I can't remember if they ever say he's the vice president?

But I don't think they've ever talked about a principal? And they've never talked about professors, either.

So is there a faculty of demons? A principal? Professors? Other such staff members?? Or is the whole school run by the Student Council and the professors just... are hired by Diavolo, Barbatos, and/or Lucifer???

Also it's the Royal Academy of Diavolo, so you would think he'd be in charge of the whole thing???

The annoying part is that they kind of imply that Diavolo and Barbatos and Lucifer also attend classes. Which is bonkers to me. Lucifer I could maybe see. But I always thought of Diavolo and Barbatos as just... faculty. Like they aren't professors, but they run the whole thing, so they don't have time to actually study as students??

Unfortunately, I don't think there's a direct answer to your question. Canon leaves this pretty open to interpretation. All we've got is that there is a Student Council, Diavolo is the head of it, Lucifer and his brothers are all on it.

Everything else is whatever you like to headcanon!

I personally like the idea that Diavolo essentially acts as the principal, but he just prefers to be thought of as a student, thus the Student Council President situation. I also imagine there are a lot of demons who are the professors and other staff, but we just never get to see them in game because they're like background filler demons, you know? Otherwise, it's just students in charge of students and that sounds like a mess waiting to happen lol.

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midnightsslut · 2 days

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the whole cardigan/Peter parallels are messing my head can u explain

okay so peter is actually one of my favorite songs on the album for this reason! I think it has parallels to a lot of other songs, not just cardigan. the first thing to get out of the way is the cardigan lyric about peter and wendy: ‘tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy.’ now, that line doesn’t make a ton of sense because peter losing wendy is the ending of peter pan (idk I’ve never seen it and never thought I’d spend this long thinking about them), but I think what she’s saying is that he tried to change the ending of *their* story to peter losing wendy. peter loses her because she outgrows him, while he remains a ‘lost boy’ forever. the cardigan demo has an alternate lyric where peter actually *leaves* wendy. this does not happen in the original story, and to me, it reads like betty (eh, I don’t think those characters existed when she wrote that song, but bear with me) is accusing him of trying to change their fate by leaving her. peter is meant to always come back to wendy. *she* is the one who eventually leaves him. either way, cardigan ends with them together. yay for betty and/or taylor.

now, peter was written 3-4 years later, and it is the conclusion of a story about outgrowing someone despite truly wanting them back. the ending was not, in fact, changed. she did outgrow him. very sad. I actually want to go lyric by lyric, but I’ll put a cut just in case.

Forgive me Peter

My lost fearless leader

In closets like cedar

Preserved from when we were just kids

Is it something I did

the song starts with taylor trying to figure out what went wrong. did she do something wrong to crush these dreams of theirs? she kept him in a closet of cedar (where unmarried women kept their belongings that they would want to take with them after getting married) in her mind, but things didn’t work out anyway. the first line being ‘forgive me, peter’ indicates that she is the one who pulled the plug, and she’s apologizing for it. again, she isn’t entirely sure what went wrong, which, to me, is a clear parallel to how did it end.

The goddess of timing

Once found us beguiling

She said she was trying

Peter was she lying

My ribs get the feeling she did

when they first met, the timing seemed to be perfect for their relationship (‘the goddess of timing *once* found us beguiling’), but that didn’t last. the goddess of timing claimed that she tried, but nothing could save them. taylor even wonders if she lied, which suggests a lack of faith in higher powers like fate or deities. this verse introduces timing as a major conflict in the story. ‘are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these?’

Said you were gonna grow up

Then you were gonna come find me

Words from the mouths of babes

Promises, oceans deep

But never to keep

peter went away, but he promised to come down once he was ready for a relationship. yes, this kind of applies to both of the main storylines on the album. you could take this to mean that they actually broke up a decade ago but promised to get back together, or you could assume there was some sort of break to their relationship, which she and joe did have. i kind of took it to mean that he wasn’t fully committed to the relationship, but he promised to be eventually. again, the renegade lyric, but also ‘i’m a fire, and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come’ and ‘I’d hold you as the water rushes in,’ both of which are grand promises that neither party could keep.

Are you still a mind reader?

A natural scene stealer

I've heard great things Peter

But life was always easier on you

Than it was on me

he is charismatic. his magnetic field is a little too strong. he can read people. but he’s also fragile and inexperienced (‘he was a hothouse flower to my outdoorsman’). he may be able to read people, but things have been way too easy for him to ever understand a truly hurt person fully.

And sometimes it gets me

When crossing your jet stream

We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon

In different galaxies

And I didn't want to hang around

We said it was just goodbye for now

this is the thesis statement of their relationship to me. obviously, there’s the call it what you want parallel, but more importantly, it shows that the two people really wanted this to work. they just came from completely different places in their lives and perhaps the entire universe. this verse seems to reference the epilogue (‘resentment rotting away galaxies we created’ / ‘some stars never align’). they learned the right steps to different dances, if you will. she knew he needed time, so she left temporarily.

And I won't confess that I waited

But I let the lamp burn

As the men masqueraded

I hoped you'd return

With your feet on the ground

Tell me all that you'd learned

Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned

she does get with other men, but she keeps longing for him. she wishes that he would return with a grasp on reality and be the man she needs. if anything, the time away would give him the perspective he needs to ground himself. interesting parallel to ‘I said I don’t mind / it takes time’ in loml.

And you said you'd come and get me but you were 25

And the shelf life of those fantasies has expired

Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life

Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried

To hold onto the days when you were mine

But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

this is just devastating to me. well, first of all, both matty and joe were 25 when they first met her, which, lol. the dreams they had together have expired now. it’s been too long. she cannot keep holding onto a love from almost a decade ago. he took too long to return. he lost his lifelong dreams to what was only supposed to be a chapter of his life. she tried to hold onto the days when he was hers, and everything was right, but she had to turn out the light at some point. this is the moment when she gives up on their relationship. she apologizes for abandoning the ship, but she must do it.

overall, I think peter is a story about two people who genuinely did everything they could to be together, but their needs and their growth no longer aligned. there’s a sense of acceptance and lingering fondness here. she did everything she could not to bolt, but the ending was the same.

#peter #loooove this song #cardigan #ttpd

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justivik · 7 hours

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CARE FOR A DANCE...?

; italian boyfriend! yandere x fem! reader

english isn't my first language

You finished your work day very tired, you had been moving all over the place and your feet hurt. Hair was a mess and you only had a moment to fix it but the whole work nightmare was over and you were close to get home where your boyfriend was waiting for you with dinner ready. He was very good at cooking and a typical Italian meal that was Gnocchi di Patate, you loved the taste and the dedication Matthew put into its preparation.

Thinking about the delicious dinner that awaited you, you arrive at your front door and it doesn't take long for the smell of potatoes to permeate your nostrils.

“Hi, honey, I'm here”

In the distance you heard how Matt greeted you with music in the background and the sound of the wooden board making contact with the kitchen knife. You went downstairs to get to the room you share with him so you could change your shoes for more comfortable ones and more comfortable clothes, you wanted to go to bed to sleep but your boyfriend was waiting for some kisses of welcome and you quickly went downstairs to enter the kitchen that had an incredible smell.

You looked at his intense eyes and shiny hair, his nose was beautiful in profile and it was a part of his face that you adored madly. His head turned to your side and a smile appeared on his face.

“Amore mio, how was work?” He quickly stopped what he was doing to wash his hands and went in your direction to hug and kiss you.

“Awful, Kate leave me all her work to go to a new store that opened near work.”

“I hate how she take advantage of you, doll. You should quit your job. I can take good care of you.” He said.

Your boyfriend's proposal was not strange to you, you know very well what kind of man he is but you want to show him that you can stand on your own and that not everything you ask for or touch has to be bought for you.

“It's okay, honey. I don't want to think about her anymore, I just want to eat your delicious food..”

You touched his cheeks and let go of his grip to mix some more of the pasta that was almost ready.

“It's almost ready” Matt replied and then followed interrupted by a familiar tune. The song that Matt always told you could be a short answer to the meaning of the great love he feels for you...

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

Matt turns off the stove and looks at you with the cutest smile he's ever shown you. Every time he smiles that cute, innocent smile, he goes back to being that 16-year-old boy you met at summer camp.

“Our song, isn't it?”

You walked up to him, placed your hands together behind the back of his neck and rested your arms on his shoulders. His hands ran along your hips drawing you closer to him, his eyes shining like a thousand stars. Matt's lips hummed the rhythm of the song.

“I only have eyes” he stretched out the last two words “for youuuuu...” he stretched out the u, making a cute expression.

While you two dance to the romantic ballad like teenagers in love, each other's lips met. It was a kiss of intensity, possession and love. You pulled away gently to quietly watch his expression, he looked at you in the sweetest way and you smiled as you brushed his hair.

“Do you want to eat now, or are we still dancing and adoring each other's presence?”

You turned up the volume on the radio and Matt laughed.

request !!

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lazerswordweilder · 21 hours

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I wanna see Danny absolutely insane. Not like. We got too silly insane. Like, pushed past his breaking point, desperately trying to hold on, for the fifth time this week, and it’s Monday.

I wanna see him smile when Dash shoves him into his locker, because he’s not sure what to do. On one hand he’s so done with this, and he knows he could end Dash in a fraction of a second. On the other hand, it was almost reassuring, nostalgic, he remembers when this used to hurt.

I wanna see ghosts and humans alike, go to hurt or bother Danny Fenton Phantom. And have them stop when he turns around, because the look in his eyes is not something they understand nor want to mess with. Lancer saw a weight he thought only characters in books could possibly have to carry, Paulina saw tears and when has anyone ever seen him cry, Vlad saw exhaustion that cuts into your very core but you have to keep going because that’s what’s expected of you, Ember saw grief and pain over something that never happened but could’ve been, Dash saw pain a hundred times worse than anything he’s ever felt, Jazz saw protectiveness of a kingdom who hates him, Wes swears he looked insane.

And Danny? Danny is done with their shit. And he doesn’t swear. He’s so tired of everything, he’s so close to giving up, he is very much not feeling phantastic right now. He’s got more scar tissue than skin, he’s pretty sure everything he owns has at least a little of his blood on it by now, he’s forgotten what feeling okay is like, and he can’t even begin to describe everything else, and he means everything. He’s got half the mind to track down who ever said death was peaceful and make them deal with his life. But he’s a hero. Right?

He knows he’s got duties, the Realms needs a king, Amity needs a protector (both the humans and the ghosts), Danny Fenton needs to go to school. Oh and he’s pretty sure Frostbite is having a panic attack after looking at him which is ridiculous. But still, the stars seem real inviting right now, he wonders if Clockwork would turn back time for him and just let him sleep on the moon for 200 or so years. Probably not. (Clockwork absolutely would’ve). He might just do it anyways. It’s kind of ridiculous how much somethings just look like comfy beds to sleep in for a trillion years to him now, he fell asleep in a snow bank earlier which wasn’t nearly cold enough. But it’s kind of fair Danny supposes, he can’t remember the last time his home really felt like home, and Amity in general is his haunt, but eh, whatever.

Still though, having your enemy worried for you is really something. Like Vlad should comment, Vlad’s the source of a small fraction of his problems! Which is a lot! First of all having to worry about another source of constant attacks, having to try and convince his parents that Vlad is so clearly evil, having to check up on Dani and also make sure Vlad isn’t trying anything like that again, and not to mention the whole mayor of the town he lives in thing.

Okay this kind of got off track. But my point is, I want it to be too much, instead of somehow managing to survive it all and getting help, Danny gets pushed off the edge (and can’t get out) and he just goes crazy, he breaks down right in the middle of school over a minor inconvenience, laughing then sobbing then screaming then wailing for ancients knows how long. Then he flies off somewhere and continues to breakdown for a while, then he returns to his life like nothing happens, but it did.

That was it.

He can’t be pulled back now. You had your chance. You all had so many chances. And now he’s lost it for good. And you all deserve it.

He’s not going to apologise for punching Dash through a wall, he’s not going to apologise for whatever he did in that little blacked out period of time, he’s not going to apologise for taking a nap in the observatory and hissing and attacking all the tourists and everyone else, he’s not going to apologise for dissecting his parents, he’s not going to apologise for making Vlad regret it, he’s not going to apologise for making the ghost writer eat a book, he’s not going to apologise at all.

You let him get like this. He doesn’t want to shift the blame. But what was he supposed to do? No. Oh no. Don’t try to explain. This is all your fault. And he’s tired of pretending he’s fine. And he’s tired of helping. Because you lost that a while back.

You all don’t even know how dead you are to him, he had a little regret when it came to Sam and Tucker and Jazz, and that’s why they’re alive right now. Because they did all they could, well, not all they could, but that was because he asked them not to tell. Maybe he shouldn’t off.

All hail the high king Danny Fenton Phantom. The king who never stopped crying.

#danny phantom #lazerswordweilder writes

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No One Can Know... (1/?)

Word Count: 738 Words

Chapter 1

"I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top..." - Paramore

Alastor knelt before Lilith, bound in chains that had been cast from the strongest of brimstone.

“Well, this certainly is…a mess.” Lucifer was saying from the darkness, somewhere behind the Overlord. “What will you do with him now?”

“He might just be…what we need.” Lilith was thinking.

“No…” Lucifer groaned. “Lili, not him.”

“Who else has the kind of power we need in order to protect, Charlie?” Lilith asked. “He is the answer, and I have the power to give him what he wants.”

“You’re seriously considering it, then.” Lucifer said. “A deal with this…Radio Demon.”

“Yes.” Lilith answered, eyes only for the kneeling Alastor.

“I hope you know what you are doing.” Lucifer told her.

Alastor knelt, listening to the King and Queen of Hell – quietly and calmly discussing his fate. The brimstone chains that encircled him tightly had him restrained most effectively and the links were searing burns against his skin; despite his suit. Intently; he listened to each word the royal couple exchanged; anticipating…and analyzing. He had not uttered a word; nor could he. Lilith made sure of that; threads of her power sewing his mouth shut despite his ever-present smile.

“I will make a deal with you, Alastor.” Lilith spoke. “You must protect Charlie; and in so doing you will not bring danger to her by your own intent. There will be no more dealing in souls; you shall keep those you already have within your possession; your power will be somewhat restricted but I think you’ll find your reward will be well worth your trouble. What’s more…Charlie cannot know. No one can. She - nor anyone else - can know the details to this agreement or what Lucifer and I are involved with here.”

“In exchange…” Lilith continued. “I will give you what you want.”

Lucifer sighed.

“What say you, Radio Demon?” Lilith asked. With a wave of her hand, the sutures that held Alastor’s silence slid from their place.

“A very tempting prospect, your Majesty.” Alastor’s radio voice rasped. “Very tempting…indeed.”

“You have reservations?” Lilith asked him coldly.

“I have…limitations. I am afraid that I have certain…requirements… that may prove somewhat problematic to-“ Alastor was saying.

“If you mean your whole…going into rut thing. Yes. I’m worried about that myself.” Lucifer interrupted, stepping around to stand by Lilith now.

Alastor had no love for the King. He held too tightly to his love for humanity. Alastor immensely disliked his choice of form and of expression; when he was considered to be the most powerful being that ruled over Hell. Lucifer was supposed to be a feared name but the man was seemingly, nothing to be feared. Alastor found it all rather in poor taste.

“A little…impersonal, don’t you think?” Alastor asked Lucifer dryly.

“What?” Lucifer asked him. “Did I make you uncomfortable? You’re a red deer demon, are you not? A Cervidae. Your kind have been rutting about Hell for millennia.”

“Luci.” Lilith chided him. “You’re being rude…and you.” She spoke to Alastor. “Do not play the innocent fawn with me, Alastor. I know you have killed other demons in your moments of being….within the throes of passion.”

“I find this whole discussion rather distasteful.” Alastor said.

“Well, if it’s his rut that is the only thing he’s worried about; I can manage that.” Lucifer shrugged, seemingly bored with the conversation.

“What?” Alastor glared at him, still smiling. “Isn’t that a little – disloyal?” Alastor quipped at him; looking pointedly to Lilith.

“We are the Queen and King of Hell.” Lilith told him. “Do you think that we have not entertained our own tastes for lust from time to time - in whatever ways - we choose?”

“That’s disgusting.”

“My husband,” Lilith’s voice rose now. “Is offering a solution to your little problem. Have you another idea?”

“I agree to your terms.” Alastor said. “But, if Charlie can’t know; then neither of you can be involved?”

“No.” Lilith told him. “We cannot.”

“That would be…preferable. I detest disruptions.” Alastor shot a look at Lucifer.

“If Charlie needs me; I promise you I will be involved.” Lucifer told Alastor. “If she needs me…for any reason or…if her life is at stake.” Lucifer looked away, a sadness touching his face.

How touching…how revolting…

“Then, it’s a deal?” Alastor asked.

With a wave of her hand, the chains that were binding Alastor rattled to the floor and the Radio Demon – for a moment - was free.

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Based off of this fan-theory: HERE

Chapter 2

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