#but we DO make art and we do it at least partially to be HEARD and to be SEEN like no other method of communication offers

[greenedbeans]

There are a lot of issues with the ethics of ai art right now but it's really fucking something to see people consistently mad that it makes art accessible to others

#im seeyhing bc i saw a post like 'the art is inisde of you!! its called being human!! disability isnt an excuse for using ai art!!!' #so i go to their blog abd its all. 'dont be an ableist asshole!!!' and its like. oh okay cunt. #fuck all the disabled people who literally cant make art i guess! the art is inside them so they should be happy with that right?? #like literally this point is so fucking vile. the feeling of needing to make and not being able to is agony #and like. what an awful point. OBVIOUSLY art comes from within but thats not the fucking point #bc if it WAS we wouldnt feel the need to make art. we would be satisfied within our worlds with no urbe to reach out #*urge not urbe #but we DO make art and we do it at least partially to be HEARD and to be SEEN like no other method of communication offers #so to argue that making ai art is evil even if you cannot make other kinds of art because 'art' comes from within-- well fuck that entirely #also. people need to stop trying to define art in a way that differentiates True Divine Honest Art from lowly images or whatever #comes off very fashy and very you've never tried to make art #which the latter isnt an insult just that like. someone is trying to define something they have no experience with and it shows #and if op DOES make art then this whole thing is even more vile. i hate artists that try to deligitimize other art like this more than #a lot of other things bc i do make art and i have met those people and they are just fucking cruel full stop

[laylasmoonchild]

“Are You Okay?”

Sam Kiszka × Reader NSFW 18+

Author's Note:

I have no idea what l'm doing or what possessed me to write this... That's partially a lie- There's no Sam Fics out there, and this is compiled of some requests l've had/Requests l've seen on other blogs. This is loosely inspired by Daisy Jones & The Six (The Amazon series, not the book, the book was better though hehe), Basically when Camilla was seeking out attention during a rough patch with Billy. I'm Layla, let me know what ya think, or don't. Just be nice! Sorry if there's typos, this took me hours to write on 2 separate nights, l'm not an amazing writer, just out here trying new things!

Summary:

Sammy's girlfriend (Y/N) is under the impression he is cheating on her and not only gets drunk to mask her feelings, but seeks comfort in Jake... Yup, it's messy, folks. Also, there's sex, read the warnings!

WARNINGS:

Angst, Topics of Cheating, Arguing W/ a S.O., NSFW, Sex, Spit Kink (this is a common request on Sammy blogs, if you're not into it, close your eyes or keep it pushing! my page is a no judge zone!), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up, or don't, it’s not my business… prob wrap it up though.)

Word Count: 7,149

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I was looking out the window of the plane that was taking me to God knows where. All I knew was that I was on my way to the love of my life.

Sam’s been on tour for a few months, and honestly, I’ve been starting to feel a distance. I’m assuming it’s more on my end, I’m working a high stress job while trying to make my art my main one. Sam’s understanding of it and I think it’s time I show him just how much I appreciate that of him.

As the plane is landing, I start to write out a text to Jake, who’s going through a major rough patch with his girlfriend. Sam mentioned they were on a break, but I won’t pry, I just want to tell him to let Sam know that I’ll be at the hotel in about an hour…

“Hey! Could you let Sam know I decided on taking an uber? I think his phone’s dead, I’ll be at the hotel in an hour!”

“I haven’t seen him since last night, but I’m sure I’ll run into him, be careful, sweet girl…♥️”

Sweet girl… Jake’s nickname for me since we first met… He always said I was too sweet for Sam.

As I gathered my bags from baggage claim and made my way outside to my Uber, I started thinking about how Jake mentioned he hasn’t seen Sam since last night… I never think about Sam’s whereabouts, I know most girls would be itching to know what their traveling, rockstar boyfriend was up to, but he’s never given me an inkling of a feeling that the rumors about guys on the road and his past were true. And I was far too busy career wise to think into those thoughts.

But I’d be lying if I said the reason I was tapping my foot in the backseat of this Uber wasn’t because I was starting to believe it.

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I got the keycard from concierge and made my way to Sam’s room. For some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking that the distance I’ve noticed wasn’t just me, and maybe he wasn’t as trustworthy as I thought…

I shook away my thoughts while the elevator chimed it’s arrival on his floor. I walked out, luggage trailing behind me, and anxiously speed walking to his door. Suddenly I was picturing the scene behind that door. A Penny Lane wannabe enthralled with him between the sheets, while he tells her I’m the last thing on his mind. What was wrong with me? I knocked on it, holding my breath.

I heard rustling behind the door, and feet lazily lugging themselves across the floor. It swung open, and there he was.

“Hey,” He pulled me in for a half hug, out of breath, hair a mess. He smelled like the floor of a dive bar.

“Hi, baby” I entered the room, it was in decent condition considering he’s been here for at least two nights.

“Room looks clean…” I huffed as I released my bag from my hand in the small walkway.

Sam looked around, yawning a bit while running his hand through his tendrils.

“Yeah, I guess- Haven’t really slept in here.”

I tried to ignore the pit in my stomach, telling myself not to read into it as I kicked my shoes off.

“Crashed at Danny’s or something?” I asked, trying to remind myself that he has 3 other rooms to end up in if he pleases…

I tried to look for his eyes as he sat on the foot of the bed. He looked guilty. This wasn’t in my head anymore. Suddenly my extremities went cold.

“Sam?” I said, firmer than usual. My chest was rising and falling at this point.

“What?” He practically spat at me. He looked at me like he’d been found out. His eyes blinking with a dullness behind them that felt inhuman.

“Sam… Where were you last night?”

“Y/N…” He held his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

“Sam. Answer me.” I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes.

“Y/N, I was at Danny’s, okay?” He stood up now with his arms open in defense.

“Look, I’m hung over, I really don’t want to be questioned by my girlfriend right now.” He walked past me to make it to the bathroom. As I turned to watch him slam the door.

Sam was the most attentive man in my life. Never leaving me when I’m upset, always letting me cry it out to him and absorbing every word I had to say.

Instead, he started the shower.

A few tears made their way out as I unpacked my outfit for tonight, feeling stupid as I pulled out each piece that I was so excited to wear for him. A cream colored, see through, lace dress with a slit up the leg, dark brown cowboy boots and a dark brown slip to wear underneath it.

I continued laying everything out when I saw something peeking out from underneath the duvet. Assuming it was one of Sam’s shirts, I pulled it, with the intention of folding it and placing it to the side. Except it wasn’t his shirt. It was distinctively a woman’s blouse. Orange chiffon, staring back at me. I stared back at it in my hands for a second. Hoping it would disappear from my hands and maybe I would wake up from a dream. Suddenly, I had no tears, my throat was too dry to speak.

He stepped out of the bathroom in a towel and I shoved the damned piece of fabric into my luggage. His eyes were softer now.

“Love,” he called out softly.

I nodded, eye’s fixated on his. He walked towards me, he took my waist into his hands and pulled me close to him.

He brought one hand to the valley between my jaw and neck, resting his thumb on my cheek.

“Y/N, I love you, I just had a rough night. I’m so happy you’re here, I’m sorry okay?” He looked me dead in my eyes, and something about that made my stomach turn. He’s lying to me, while looking into my eyes.

“Okay.” Was all I could manage. I felt a sense of serenity, or extreme numbness. He looked puzzled, looking for the rest of what I could say on my face.

“You love me, right?” Sam said, matching the hand that was on my waist to the one on my face.

“Of course,” I smiled, insincerely. “I have to shower now.” I motioned my head towards the bathroom door.

He leaned into kiss me, I moved my head slightly to where he could only kiss the corner of my mouth.

“I feel gross from the plane, sorry.” I said acting like everything was fine. He nodded and let me go.

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After my shower, I immediately started getting ready. It was all so robotic.

Sam knocked on the door to let me know he’d be going to the venue for soundcheck, which he’d been late for. I put my hairdryer on to drown him out mid speech. I heard the hotel door shut, and my phone lit up on the counter.

“Baby doll I left for soundcheck, I don’t know if you heard me♥️ See me before the show like you do?”

I “thumbs’d up” his text and continued my hair and makeup.

While doing my makeup, I suddenly felt thirsty. I opted for every alcoholic nip in the mini fridge.

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I finished getting ready and Ubered to the venue. I drunkenly vowed to myself that Sam will not make a fool out of me. If he was going to realize what I was being short about, it will be on MY terms. Not his, and most certainly not on my emotion’s terms. The alcohol has numbed every emotion, and I was thanking the heavens for that.

While I got into the building and was escorted backstage, all I could think about was another drink.

Entering the green room, I made a beeline for the bar cart while everyone mingled and were making the last touches to their outfits. Danny, Sam and Josh were gathered around the tour manager while Jake was off to the side, looking rather uninterested.

I poured myself a drink and sent my happy-fake smiles to the tour crew as they passed by, cheerful to see me. As I sipped my concoction of liquor, I began to feel disgusted with them too, knowing they could smile at me while they probably know of Sam’s girl on the side and smiled the same way at her.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, as I turned around, I was met with the soulful eyes I so dearly loved. It was Jake. Who reeked of rum. It broke my heart that we were drinking for similar reasons.

“Hey, my sweet girl!” He pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me extra tight and letting his hand linger on the small of my back as he positioned himself to the side of me. A classic Kiszka hug. The kind of hug that makes girls wonder if it’s flirtatious but it’s really just their loving nature.

I beamed for the first time all day. Jake and I were the kind of close where we didn’t need to speak all the time to keep the friendship alive. We often found ourselves on late nights after shows talking about everything while everyone was off to sleep. As I look into his eyes, I’m realizing he might know me more than Sam does.

In my drunken state, I didn’t realize my smile faded till his eyebrow became crooked.

“Are you okay?” Was all he said, my extremities went cold once more like they did earlier.

“I-“ I felt an arm snake around my waist and someone kiss my cheek from behind. I knew who it was.

“Baby doll, come with me before I go on, talk to Jake later” Sam said, all too normal.

I smiled weakly at Jake and he gave me a concerned look. He must’ve made eye contact with Sam because his concerned look quickly became a forced, tight lipped smile. And with that, he caught up with the rest of everyone, who waved at me, unaware of the situation at hand.

Sam led me down a dark walk way, the route that takes them to the stage. The opening act was on and I could feel the bass in my chest.

We stopped walking and Sam pulled me in for a kiss. I barely kissed back, uninterested in his lips on mine… Knowing they were on God knows who’s the night earlier.

“Y/N, kiss me,” He said running his hands up my sides then to my neck, pulling me in again.

“Sam, I’m not in the mood.” I slurred.

“Y/N, I told you I’m sorry for before. I still am.”

His eyes were looking through me at this point.

“Sam, this isn’t about you, okay? Really, it’s okay!” I amazed myself with how natural it was to pretend that I didn’t find another woman’s article of clothing in his hotel room. I grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. He began to melt into me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I faintly heard the opener end their set, they would be getting off on the opposite side of the stage so I wasn’t worried about stopping him. Even if I didn’t want to kiss him right now, a part of me wanted to make him think I was okay before his show.

“I love you so much-“ He said in between kisses. I kept thinking of him talking like this to another woman. It made me sick. I pulled away. Staring at him plainly. His eyes were dull with lust and confusion.

The boys started walking towards us, getting ready to go on stage. I turn to them and smile.

“Good luck tonight,” I blew them a kiss and smiled while they said their thanks and blew kisses back. Jake watched me intently as I started to walk backstage, not daring to turn around and look at Sam.

“Hey,” Jake grabbed my hand.

I turn back to him and look for his eyes, that are fixated on my hand, and work up to my face.

“Sweet girl’s on my side tonight, yeah?” He winked with a grin. His thumb rubbed my hand, all of this making me blush. This gesture was more comforting than flirting.

“Of course.” I said, bashfully.

Jake smiled once more, and I looked back towards Sam. His face was stone cold at the interaction.

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The concert was amazing as always. Jake made it a point to wink in my direction and blow me a few kisses during their set, all of which Sam saw.

I was still, naturally, upset. Drinking as much as I could, stumbling in the crowd a bit. I was trying to blend in with the stands but of course some of the fans recognized me, I’m embarrassed to admit I was probably too incoherent to hold any sort of conversation with them.

We were now at an after party backstage, celebrating the tour or something, I could barely tell in my inebriated state.

Sam was on his phone, frantically typing and trying to stay focused on the conversations around him. I assumed that was her on the other end of the text screen. He put his arm around me while Danny and their roadie went on about an equipment mishap. Before Sam could reply to the phone vibrating in his pocket, I turned to glance at the tour crew & opening band dancing in the middle of the room. Jake was on the other side of the dancing bunch and caught eyes with me.

“I’m gonna dance-“ I said while breaking free of Sam, who said something in return but I couldn’t hear him over the music. I walked through the moving bodies and put my hand out to Jake, who took a good swig of his drink and slammed the glass on the table beside him. He took my hand and pulled me into what felt like the music itself engulfing me. We danced, innocently. Singing the lyrics to each other as we swapped dancing partners and laughing gleefully like little kids. I felt someone grab my wrist.

“Gonna save a dance for me, right, little girl?” Sam husked into my ear.

Feeling incredibly prideful and cocky, I danced with him, and as he leaned into me, I moved my mouth to his ear.

“Tell that little slut to get her cheap shirt before tour’s over.” I said in a tone only he could hear. Sam’s grip on me loosened.

“Y/N,” His face was pale, and his feet were suddenly glued to the floor. I kept dancing.

He reached his arms out for me when I started dancing too far from him and he pulled himself into me.

“You’re not going to make a fool out of me, Sam. I’ll play stupid for everyone around us right now, but trust that I won’t let you continue this. I’m not going to be the other woman in my own relationship.” I said still quietly but snidely.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” Sam said as he tried to pull me out of all the dancing, swiftly and without causing suspicion.

“Good idea, I need air.” I said, walking towards the tunnel that lead to the parking lot.

“Even better, I’ll come with.” He said following behind.

“No, stay! Please, enjoy yourself!” I said in a tone where he knew I was sarcastic but people around us would assume I was genuine if they overheard us.

Jake came up between us and put an arm out to distance Sam.

“I’ll go with her, don’t worry!” I couldn’t tell if Jake realized what was happening or if he really thought he was just helping ease Sam by following his drunk girlfriend who needed to get air in a sketchy parking lot.

Either way, I locked arms with him and smiled.

“Thaaaank you! Enjoy yourself, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes started to get glassy. Those around us would probably assume it was from weed or the alcohol, but he was on the verge of tears. His face was hard, stoic as he watched his brother whisk me away.

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We made it outside. Surprisingly no one was around, just the empty trailers, cars, and tour buses.

I started running to the middle of the lot & began spinning with my arms stretched out, basking in the cool air. I heard footsteps coming towards me, increasing speed.

Jake ran up to bear hug me, I yelped.

“You’re too drunk to go exploring, let’s go closer to the building, Y/N!” he laughed as he pulled me towards the brick wall. I tried to protest but I was too weak and he was too strong.

We reached the wall and I turned to him. There was that concerned expression again. It made me shiver.

Jake started to take off his jacket, he laid it gently on my shoulders.

“Better?” He asked. I’m assuming he thought my slight shiver was from being cold, considering my outfit choice, but the truth is that my blood is boiling from anger and alcohol, I can’t feel a thing.

I nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Are you okay? And answer me this time. You drank like a sailor, and you don’t do that.” He waited for me to respond. Suddenly I was too scared to speak again, like my voice wasn’t going to be strong enough to carry these feelings into solid words.

“Are you okay?” He repeated.

I teared up, flicking away the single tear that dropped on my cheek. I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling it out of my face, taking a deep breath.

“I’m fine.” I said, knowing he wouldn’t believe me.

“You know I know that isn’t true.” He said, leaning closer to my face. I smelled the dark rum on his breath.

“How do you know that?” I said sarcastically as a few more tears left my eyes. He got closer.

“You know things are pretty much over in my relationship… I know the signs.” Jake’s lips stayed parted and his eyes focused on my mouth.

I steadied my back against the wall, backing away. He moved closer again.

“How long has it been going on?” I asked him, scared to hear the answer.

“Hm?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“Sam and some girl…” I said quietly.

“What gir-… Wait, he’s sleeping with her?” With that, the tears flowed more. He pulled me into him and left he sob.

“Let it out, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I can’t believe he did this to you. None of us wanted her around but he said he was just trying to help.”

He was rubbing my back, and suddenly, I was not only devastated, but curious. Who was this girl and why was he trying to help her?

I brought my head up to ask these circling questions and Jake looked at me with his tender eyes.

In this moment I felt like Jake was looking at me in a way that only women he’s been to bed with have experienced. I felt frozen, I was nervous that I was so low I’d dig myself deeper, even when I wouldn’t want to stoop to Sam’s level. I looked down, avoiding Jake’s eyes.

“I’d never do that- to you,” Jake said, letting out an awkward and breathy laugh, an attempt to lighten the meaning of his words.

I nodded, still looking down. This can’t be happening right now. I started thinking about how Jake would taste on my lips… His rum mixed with my liquor… I physically shook my head to attempt to metaphorically shake these thoughts in my head.

Jake’s single finger lifted my chin to look into his eyes. His other arm lifted, planting his hand on the wall.

“Wanna get out of here?” Was all he said.

Like clockwork, my phone started vibrating. Text after text, and the night was too quiet to ignore it. Jake waited for an answer, trying not to look down where my phone was located, inside the calf of my boot.

My face was plain, not able to answer him. Saved by the bell, his phone in his jacket pocket started ringing, I reached for it and saw Sam’s contact photo. I handed it to Jake, an attempt to make him get his finger off my chin.

He sighed, then muted it and put it into his back pocket. My phone continued to vibrate. Jake looked into my eyes once more. It felt like he was trying to subconsciously communicate that he could take me away from it all, and take care of me, even if it was for the night.

“Jake,” was all I could let out before he leaned his face, inches from mine.

“You’re my sweet girl, you know that?” He said looking at my lips. I’m not sure why, but I nodded, looking up at him.

“I love him though. No matter what.” My eyes watery.

“I know, I’d never ask you to change what’s in your nature,” He paused. Taking my hand into his. He brought it to his mouth, giving my knuckles a light kiss, staring into my eyes as he did this. “It just breaks my heart that you’re so loyal to someone who was entertaining someone else, even if it’s my baby brother.”

Suddenly, the curiosity was getting the best of me. Who was this girl?

“Jake, just tell me who she is.” I took my hand out of his and rested both hands on his chest. Practically pleading and trying to change the subject away from his earlier question. Surprisingly, he let me.

“You know that ex girl of Sam’s? James’ girlfriend’s best friend?” He adjusted his jacket that was falling off my shoulder.

James was one of the openers who has opened for the guys every couple of legs of their tour. His girlfriend introduced Sam to his ex girlfriend, they dated for awhile. I was told through the grapevine that she would get into Sam’s head, make him choose between her and his tasks for the band… When he finally left her, he knew he would see her again on tour, but always made it a point to let me know that it wouldn’t be by his choice. She’d be there with James’ girlfriend and he didn’t really have much to say to her, so he would just avoid her.

My stomach was in knots. Thinking of him with her again. Someone he was so badly hurt by is who he chose to break my trust with. It’d hurt less if it were someone new. I lightly sobbed, moving my hands from Jake’s chest to around his neck. Hugging him tightly, he held me.

“Jake, how could he?” I looked up, trying to find the answers for Sam’s infidelity on his older brother’s face. He gave me the kind of look that told me he didn’t know what to say.

I sniffled, trying to collect myself. I thought about Jake’s previous offer. Getting out of here… with him. As we looked at each other, I knew that he knew what was going through my head. Us, going wherever he had in mind, and losing ourselves in each other.

If anyone saw us, they would think they were interrupting, and maybe they would be, but I wouldn’t dare move till he did.

“Let me take care of you.” He said, each word laced with lust, his hands were underneath the jacket he leant me, and on my waist.

I let out air through my nose, furrowing my eyebrows and frowning my lips. In a way that said “We can’t do this, I still love him.” without saying it.

We must’ve been lost in this moment because I didn’t hear the footsteps coming from the entrance of the tunnel that led to the parking lot. Until I did.

Jake and I both turned our heads to see one of the tour bus drivers. He awkwardly smiled at us and went to start the bus.

We let out a sigh of relief, knowing that if anyone else saw us, or God forbid Sam, we would be dead.

“Now or never.” He said, pulling my face to look at his. I quickly nodded in response.

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We made it back to the hotel after a silent ride. As we walked through the lobby and made it into the elevator, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Jake held my hand and gave it a light squeeze. I felt him looking at me watch the floor numbers ding on the monitor. I turned to him and smiled lazily. He smiled back, and kissed me on the cheek. He lingered there for a bit before moving to my ear.

“I’m going to make it better.” He whispered.

I felt a pool begin between my legs. It felt so wrong. My boyfriend’s brother, making me feel like this. But Sam was wrong too. I hated him as much as I hated myself in this moment. But I was so detached from reality. So drunk, so lost, and so hurt. The doors opened.

We walked out, walking past Sam’s room. My eyes followed it as if he was going to come running out of it. Jake opened his hotel door, the one conveniently next to Sam’s, softly saying my name, and pulling me into the room. He closed the door behind me.

I felt him behind me as I entered more of the room, knowing I was entering the biggest mistake of my life and my body couldn’t turn off autopilot. He came up behind me, holding me. He kissed my shoulder and rubbed my stomach. I let out a sigh, I hate to admit it, but I was turned on at the thought of what he was going to do to me.

Even though my body was vibrating, my chest was aching, and a few tears escaped. He spun me around, anticipating what would be our first kiss, but he was met with my eyes, full of tears. His face was surprisingly comforting. He pulled me in for a hug. The kind of hug he always gave me.

“We won’t.” He said, as I fell apart beneath him. He kissed my forehead and held me close. I let out wailing cries, mourning what was once Sam and I, and what I almost allowed to happen. I was sick with myself as much as I was with him. I was trembling, and my throat felt raw from the noises escaping it.

A string of words kept flowing from me, “Jake what did I do? I’m horrible! I lost my best friend, I love him, how could he do this to me? I love him, Jake, I love him!”

He lead me to the bed since I began falling to the floor in his arms. He shushed me, rubbing my back.

“You didn’t do anything, I did this. Sam’s at fault, I’m at fault. Not you.” He said firmly.

I weeped. Picturing what almost happened and what transpired with Sam and his ex in the next room the night before.

“Y/N, I am miserable right now. I almost took advantage of your vulnerability because I lost the love of my life. I betrayed my brother, don’t blame yourself right now. Please. I will make this better.” The last sentence was said in a new tone than it was in the elevator.

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I woke up to knocking on the door. The room was pitch black, my face was damp, and my throat was sore.

The knocking turned into banging.

“JAKE, LET ME THE FUCK IN. YOU PIECE OF SHIT, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR.” The banging persisted, and the voice was familiar. It was Sam.

My body was frozen, I felt Jake rustle beside me.

“Stay here.” He said, making his way through the dark, turning on a lamp on his way to the banging door.

I sat up, and looked at my phone on the nightstand, I tapped it to see any notifications. My phone was completely blown up from Sam and even a few texts and calls from Danny.

“Please answer Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Hey”

“Y/N, Sam is trying to call you, he’s going crazy right now, he’s not telling anyone anything. What happened? Are you with Jake? He’s trying his phone too. Just let me know if you’re okay.”

Jake opened the door, and Sam busted through, immediately attacking Jake.

“YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT?” Sam yelled as he threw a punch at Jake, who was dodging his fists, telling him to calm down.

“YOU LET YOUR RELATIONSHIP FALL APART SO YOU TAKE MY GIRLFRIEND? DID YOU FUCK HER? THE FUCKING TOUR BUS DRIVER TOLD ME HE SAW YOU WITH HER.” He pushed Jake up against the wall. Sam hasn’t even looked towards the bed, where I was.

Sam had Jake by the collar of his shirt, I was frozen.

“Sam.” His name escaped my lips, raspy.

He turned around. Eyes blood shot, hair a mess. He let out a breathy, sarcastic laugh. He turned to Jake and raised his fist, aiming for his face. Jake, again, dodged his brothers fist, and finally used his strength to throw Sam to the floor.

“JAKE!” I screamed, finally being able to jump up. Jake looked at me while Sam struggled beneath him, cursing at him. Jake gave Sam a firm gaze, holding him down.

“YOU FUCKED HER? YOU FUCKING TOUCHED HER?” Sam yelled.

“I could’ve but I didn’t. Because I fucking love you, and I love her. And YEAH, I am miserable right now, I wanted to take her from you because of it, but what the fuck is your excuse?” He spat through his teeth. Sam writhed underneath him.

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON Y/N, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HER,” Sam yelled “Y/N, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME.” Jake let Sam go. He stood up in front of me.

“I didn’t sleep with her, I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t even hug (her name), PLEASE believe me, listen to me, LOOK AT ME.” He said, tearfully, shaking me by my sides as I struggled to keep eye contact.

I finally caved. I nodded in return. Waiting for him to continue. Jake gave me a kind smile, and patted Sam’s shoulder. He told us he’d be in Josh’s room if he needed us, and left.

Sam led me to sit on the foot of the bed. He held my hands and continued to speak.

“She was on tour, like I said she would be. She told me that one of our roadies and her had a fling after her and I split two years ago. She said she wasn’t expecting to see him again and it was hard to avoid him because he was working close with James’ team.” He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to let him continue. I nodded.

“She said she was scared of what he would do if they were alone because he threatened her, I told her she could hang around us. I have no say in who’s fired, I tried to relay it to our tour manager but he said that the roadie was one of his best employees and wasn’t dropping him this far into tour because of something that can’t be proven. I was stupid. It was a way in. Last night she said he said something about knowing which room she was staying in…”

Again, I nodded. He hasn’t broke eye contact, or tried to retrace his story… He was telling the truth, and I let him continue just that.

“I didn’t want to deal with her, believe this. But our tour manager was being a dick, I know she’s not the talent and doesn’t have needs in their eyes, but I felt obligated to help. I told her to come to my room, stay there the night, and I’d go to Dannys… She came to my room, and immediately, I knew something was up, Y/N. She started asking about you, and how serious we were. I asked her what her intentions were. She joked to get me back. I told her to get out, but she wouldn’t. She insisted that the story about her and this roadie was still true, and she wanted me to protect her. I left her in my room, and I slept in our photographers room. I knew that if I slept in Danny’s, she wouldn’t end this till she got in. And as for her shirt, one of mine was missing from my suitcase, I assumed she took one of mine to sleep in and left hers for me to find. And baby, I’m so sorry that you found it. That’s awful.” He put his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him.

“You don’t have to believe me, I know this sounds like a load of bullshit. But please, ask anyone. Anyone you want. They’ll tell you what impression I fell under.” His eyes pleaded with mine. Even though it was hard to give into him after this entire day, my gut was telling me that he was telling the truth.

“Sam,” I tried to find what I was going to say next. That I believe him and that I love him of course, but I couldn’t say that without being honest about what almost transpired between Jake and myself. He waited patiently.

“I almost did something unforgivable tonight, to spite you.” I continued. His chest physically sunk, and his eyes welled up.

“Almost? Not just Jake?” He spoke, loosening his tight grip on my hands.

“I’m not proud.” I teared up. My voice was still raspy.

He cleared his throat, letting out a sigh, opening his mouth to ask “How far?”

“He asked me to come here and I did-“ I started, but Sam put his hand on my thigh, trying to get me back on track.

“Baby, how far?” He said firmly, but still sadly, nonetheless.

“He kissed my cheek in the elevator… when he got to the room, he kissed me here from behind.” I ran my fingers along my shoulder, showing him where. His face was stoic. He looked at my cheek and then my shoulder.

“He stopped when he realized it’s not what I wanted. I promise he did, Jake is not at fault. He feels like he is, he says he is. He’s just lost right now. He doesn’t want me like that, nor do I want him. I never did. It’s always and only been you, Sam. I was in such a bad place. My life felt like it was over.” I began to weep again.

He pulled me into his lap, let me cry, and held me… Like he always did. He kissed the top of my head while I soaked his shirt in my tears.

“It’s okay. Him and I will talk, but you and I are okay, baby.” Sam let out. I was relieved, but still felt like it wasn’t.

“I’m so so-“ I tried to reply, but he stopped me with a kiss. He let me go and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Don’t you say sorry. I’m sorry. I could’ve told you from the jump. But I was so in my own head about that night and I took it out on you.” He kissed away what tears were on my face and stroked my hair.

He always knew how to make me feel at ease, and right now I did… For the first time all day.

“And by the way, I was texting her earlier to never show her face around me again. You’re more than welcome to look-“ He said, reaching for his phone, but I shook my head in protest.

“Not now…” I said softly, looking into his eyes. He placed his hands back where they were, supporting me in almost a cradling like position.

“Sammy.” I spoke out. Knowing he knows I only call him ‘Sammy’ when I’m feeling soft.

“Yes, Baby doll?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Take me to bed?” I rasped. He smiled and leaned forward to me, into a passionate kiss. His tongue dipped between my lips, searching for mine. I let out a small whimper, and he let out a deep moan in return.

He kicked off his shoes, while I transitioned from his arms to straddling his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I started to grind my throbbing, clothed pussy onto the denim covering his hardening bulge. His hands made their way onto my ass, guiding me on top of him. We let out moans and soft laughs in between our passionate kisses.

I took his bottom lip between my teeth, earning a low groan from my beautiful boy. He lightly tapped my ass.

“Lay down, baby.” He instructed, and I did as I was told. Resting my head onto the pillow, I looked up at him… He was undoing the buttons on his shirt. I leaned forward, helping him. Once the buttons were undone, I worked it down his shoulders. I went to undo the buckle on his belt, but he moved my hands away, and had me lean back by gently pushing me.

“I’m taking care of you.” He said firmly. I thought of how Jake said this earlier, but the truth is, only Sam could.

I blushed under his gaze while he removed his pants, leaving him in his briefs. His cock was rock hard, Sam caught me looking at it pulse for me. I bit my lip lightly and went to cover my face, squirming my legs beneath him.

“Don’t be shy, now” He let out a little laugh and so did I. He began undressing me, removing my dress, then my slip. He looked down at me in my bra and panties. Completely flushed and exposed, just for him. I opened my legs while he got between them.

“Sammy,” I began. His eyes traveled up my body and landed on my bashful gaze.

“Hmm?” He hummed, running his hands up and down my thighs.

“I love you too. I didn’t really answer you before…” I said, still trying to make things right.

He smiled lightly and pushed air through his nose.

“I know you do, my girl. Don’t worry.” He replied looking up at me. He began to slowly remove my black lace panties. Once they were discarded, I let out a shakey breath… Sam laid down next to me and gave me a tender kiss. He spread my legs wider for him. He took some of the wetness from my core and dragged it to my clit.

He began rubbing it just the way I like it. Immediately, I’m saying his name over again. He dips his skillful fingers into my pussy, toying at my g spot. He alternates between my clit and pussy while kissing my mouth, and slowly moving open mouthed kisses down my neck.

I pulled the lace of my thin bra down, exposing my hardened nipple. I start squeezing the sensitive bud, suddenly it’s replaced with Sammy’s wet mouth. His hand is solely focused on my clit while his tongue works my nipple. I reach my hand down to his throbbing cock. I cant think of anything more intoxicating than the thought of him deep inside me.

He moans onto my nipple, creating vibrations that intensify the sensation.

“Sammy, I need you, please.” I let out, desperately.

He releases my nipple and doesn’t let go of my clit while now, starting to lean over me.

“Aw, look at you.” He says, looking down at me, grinding into his hand, squeezing the nipple he just had in his mouth between my fingers.

“My girl wants it rough, huh? My pretty girl wants me to cum inside her perfect little pussy, right?” It doesn’t matter how sweet Sammy can be, he loves to see me fall apart for him. He wants to see me cry for him, beg for him. Always loving a show put on for him.

“Yes, Sammy, baby please, I need it, give it to me.” I moaned out, feeling like I could cum just watching him drool at the sight of me. He removed his hand from my clit and removed his briefs. His cock sprung up for me. He positioned himself between my legs.

He kissed my forehead, lining himself up with me, before sinking into my aching pussy. The sounds alone from my wetness were enough to prove how much I needed him. He fucked into me, bringing his hand to my clit once more.

He kissed me deeply, pulled away, and looked into my eyes.

“I love you,” He groaned while pumping in and out of me.

“I love you too.” I moaned, unintentionally tightening my walls around him. My arms were around his neck, while his chains danced from his chest onto my neck.

We both moaned into each other’s mouths, he brought up his other hand to relax my jaw into a more opened position.

He let a slow, string of spit into my mouth, earning a pornographic moan from me as I swallowed it. He mouth hung open while watching me do so as he continued to fuck deeper into my pussy.

His fingers sped up on my clit and he sped up his pace while hitting my g spot. I felt a familiar knot in my stomach, and he could tell I was close by my walls clenching and face alone.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my dick, let it out, little girl, let it go for me.” He cooed as I came. I wrapped my legs around his torso, tightening them with each second of my release.

I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

“Cum inside me, Sammy, give it to me, please, please-“ I panted. And with that, he came deep inside of me. Moaning and panting, sweat beads on his forehead, pressing his to mine. He found my lips and kissed me hungrily, like he was starving for my mouth.

Our eyes were still teary eyed from earlier but extra teary for the passionate love making we just shared. He collapsed on top of me. Pulling himself out of me, he rolled onto the side of my body, now pulling me into him.

“I love you, so so much, Y/N.” He said softly.

“I love you so much more, Sammy.”

#sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #sam kiszka smut #sammy kiszka smut #greta van fleet #greta van fleet smut #fanfic #greta van fleet fic #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka x y/n #smut #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x y/n

[statticscribbles]

Hallo-Week

Summary: 🎃 HC Reader/Jade West; Reader gets scared and Jade defends herd.

“It’s Hallo-Week!!!!’ Cat is bouncing around and you laugh.

“Another crazy hollywood arts tradition?”

“Mhm! Every halloween we do everything you would on halloween but like during the whole week!”

“Really.” You shift on your feet suddenly nervous. You’d never been a huge fan of scary things or gore and you know Hollywood Arts it’s going to go big about everything involving Halloween.

You’d been dating Jade West since her and Beck had broken up; you knew a few people thought it strange; the few that knew you; knew you hated scary and spooky things; which is why you usually spend halloween watching your favorite movies at home eating pizza cuddled on the couch. Which you’d invited jade to; she’d been happy to accept; excited to be invited into your private tradition but had asked if you’d be willing to go to at least one Hallo-week event with everyone. You said that seemed fair; and assured her that if there was something specific she wanted to do you’d be happy to go along with her even if it wasn’t something you really enjoyed.

“So what’s the big event we’re going to?” You ask looking down at the calendar that has everything. You assumed Jade was going to pick the haunted hay ride but she reminded you it was a group outing so it was most likely going to be one of the haunted houses; since they allowed for the biggest group; and with everyone coming it was going to be all eight of you which meant you might not get a full hayride seating together. You didn’t think it would be that bad but the whole point was that you were all able to do the activity as a group.

No one else knew you hated scary things in the group; until halloween it hadn’t actually ever come up; any horror movies the group wanted to go see Jade had already seen so the two of you went to see something else. Other than that there wasn’t really a lot of horror or scary things; the couple of special effects make-up classes that everyone had had usually were easy for you to calm yourself down from; you knew it was fake; you’d seen all the blood and guts and gore going on so it wasn’t really that scary; plus working on other classmates was much more fun and usually ended up with playfully joking which put you at ease.

The haunted house wasn’t actually a house; just two of the hallways in Hollywood arts connected through the outer courtyard and then filled with fake walls to make separate rooms. They made you sign one of those forms mostly as a joke; well that’s what you’re hoping. Jade is grinning at you when she shows up; she’d decided to drive there; partially because she’d had work but also because that way the two of you could go back to your house and watch movies after the inevitable scare you were going to be dealing with.

You get separated from jade almost immediately; it’s robbie who pulls you away claiming there's an issue with his glasses and you can see Andre moving jade forward. You’d heard Beck and Trina talking about a prank but you assumed it was going to be on Jade; since she claimed nothing scared her; or even Robbie. Instead you quickly realize it’s you they’re going to prank and you’re dreading what’s going to happen; hoping they don’t drench you in fake blood or anything like that.

The prank isn’t actually that bad; once you’ve calmed down a little bit you would almost find it funny if it hadn’t been in the middle of the haunted house. They’d left you all pretending to get snatched by some of the actors and managed to pay off the techs working to switch the walls; so you couldn’t actually come back the way you’d came. You had to go forward.

You know you’re crying by the end of it; shaking and miserable when Jade wraps her arms around you. 

Jade just swallows, kissing your forehead and turning to the rest of the group.

“What. The Fuck. Is wrong with you all. She said she didn’t want to do anything scary and you all think going to a haunted house is okay?”

“Well it-” Tori starts but Jade just glares.

“One that makes you sign a waiver.” Jade hisses and Robbie and Beck look away.

“Oh now you’re thinking it through. Fuck all of you; we’re going to hang out; don’t include us in any other Hallo-week plans.” Jade hisses and pulls you into her arms walking you back towards the car she’d come in.

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#jade west imagine #jade west #jade west x reader #jade west x you #jade west x y/n #victorious #victorious imagine #stattic #written #halloween challenge

[floof-writes]

Sorry, frightened anon.

Thanks for sharing the whole rant with Sephie/Sam, I couldn't agree more. I'm trying to stay out of The Seven tags for spoilers so I didn't actually know she was a fan favorite. But I have to say Sam/Sephie are my least favorite at the table. Sam being outright antagonistic about Antiope/Penny's things is really upsetting and immediately put a bad taste in my mouth. Her "why are we celebrating?" In ep 3 was another small moment. I'm only at ep 6 so maybe she brings it back and apologizes to everyone, but I don't know if that'll really make up for it.

I couldn't put it into words before but I think I have the same problem with Sam/Sephie taking bits too seriously, with both the fast food celebration and the viral video thing. Also I never feel like we see Sephie smiling/laughing along with the others? Or at least we super rarely do. Sam's whole thing just feels super "main character syndrome" to me. I don't know Sephie outside this but it feels like the assignment that comes with DND was kind of missed to me? Like everyone's the main character, this is an ensemble cast, that's how it works.

Those are my thoughts on the whole thing

God I'm so glad someone else agrees!!! As far as 'fan favorite' goes, I've just noticed that in the tag Sam seems to get the most stand alone art, and quite a few headcanons in relation to non-7 characters. This is at least partially due to the fact that she appeared more extensively in Fantasy High than any other PC member of the 7, but she definitely gets people's brains spinning. "Main character syndrome" is a great way to describe it concisely! And Sephie has a very calm resting face that she rarely breaks for sure, which makes it hard to connect with her. (The problem with 'knowing Sephie outside of this' is that D20 was her first credit. I checked, because I wanted to see what industry she came from, figure out if she's just better at something else. But she had no work in/on the internet, box office, or television prior to The 7. She must've worked on stage or something? She's been in a few other actual plays since.)

I don't want to hate it but I still haven't finished episode five because of how much it bugged me. I've heard great things about (MINOR SPOILER)(****) Ostentatia's religious arc serving as a great foil to Kristen/D20's other takes on religion and I was excited! I love Erika and wanted to see more from Aabria before I watch MisMag and CoFaF. Becca was fucking killing it as Penny, in character every second!! And I loved TaleSpire! There's only 5 more episodes but I hate that I'm going to have to 'get through it' instead of enjoying it.

#ellie speaks #d20 #fantasy high #sam nightingale #the seven d20 #dimesnion 20 #sephie valentin

[dailycharacteroption]

Gloomblade (Fighter Archetype)

(art by @Aszith on Twitter)

Ah, shadow magic, the branch of illusion magic centered on adding a bit of the quasi-real nature of the Plane of Shadow to your illusion to make them partially real and able to affect your foes. We’ve looked at that particular subject a few times on the blog, usually focusing on various spellcasters focused on using that shadowy power in various ways.

However, today we are looking at one of the rare quasi-magical fighter archetypes, one that draws upon shadow magic to pull any weapon they could possibly need from nothing, creating quasi-real weapons of shadow that hit as hard as the real thing.

Fans of previous editions of D&D might notice this sounds suspiciously similar to the soulknife class from 3.5’s Psionic Handbook, and they’d be right. This archetypes, as well as similar ones like the mindblade magus, definitely exist as homages to that particular concept while finding their own ways to be unique.

Gloomblades may be from regions where shadow magic is so pervasive that most anyone could pick up the basics and learn to incorporate it into their own style, or they might have been would-be casters that simply didn’t have what it takes to be illusionists but found this one secret to make sure their training wasn’t a total waste. Others might have been gifted or afflicted with this power by an outside force.

Whatever the source, these warriors always have a weapon whenever they need it, meaning they rarely ever have to spend money on arming themselves unless they happen upon a truly unique weapon, but most prefer to seek out items that bolster their other abilities further.

These warriors are more focused on agility and stealth than others, but their true ability lies in creating shadow weapons, drawing upon any weapon they can reasonably wield. At first they can only create one weapon, but later they can create two, and add additional abilities to either a single or twin weapon, though focusing on a single weapon lets them add more magical abilities.

Rather than specialize in individual weapons, gloomblades instead become intimately familiar with mastering their shadowblades, no matter the form they take. What’s more, they can use their quasi-real nature to alter them, stretching them to strike with reach, shaping throwing ones to fly further, warp them to hook into foes to shift them around, or harden them to pierce objects. The greater their mastery, the more they can do at once.

With this archetype, these fighters rarely ever need to spend money for their weapons budget. With that in mind, I recommend picking a few mainstay forms for your build so that you can take feats for those styles of combat rather than relying on more general feats all the time. Just remember that this archetype offers no support for ranged weapons beyond those that can be thrown, so you’ll probably have to pick up one of those for those rare occasions when you can’t just run up and hit things. Also consider taking exotic weapons proficiency at least once if you want to be able to add a shadowy truly exotic weapon to the mix.

What’s interesting about the powers of a gloomblade is that their shadowy constructs are not at risk of being disbelieved. Perhaps this is because of the relative small size of what they create with their shadows, the warrior’s focus solidifying them, or some secret they have not shared with more traditional shadow-casters. Might be worth exploring that in your setting.

Rather than being destroyed for being an untainted caligni, Asterfon was blessed by the owb masters of the dark folk with power to shape the shadows to make him an instrument of their will. However, as soon as he got the chance to, he ran, and now he is hunted as a blasphemer by his dark kindred.

From the lightless depths, some undine villages have heard the call of the Black Water. Those that have answered are able to shape shadow without compare as spellcasters and warriors, but they clearly have lost a part of themselves in the exchange.

Creatures of horror and darkness, the jack-o-lanterns haunt lands of superstition and fearful nights. They say that the most powerful of these plants, whose connection to the Grinning Lurker is greatest, need no stolen farming implements for weapons, and instead shape the shadows themselves into wicked edges.

#pathfinder #archetype #fighter #gloomblade #caligni #undine #jack o lantern #Planar Adventures

[mylittleredgirl]

Last night you tagged something about a diplomatic incident with Romania and I kind of want to know about that.

this is definitely a partial story because my information on this was obtained at the dinner table like twenty years ago and i have not independently verified it with historical research (my historical knowledge of the cold war era is also like twenty years old), but i can tell you what i remember!

at the risk of doxing myself for those willing to deep-dive into international canadian politics from the 1970s, my parents were both classical musicians in the era where canada was working Very Hard to promote and celebrate canadian arts. my parents were part of a chamber music group that sometimes traveled internationally with the canadian diplomatic corps. this was during an era of the canadians breaking a little bit with the united states' hardline cold war approach and making diplomatic inroads with communist countries.

so, sometimes they got to play concerts in the eastern bloc and other communist nations, traveling with diplomats (or at least escorted by diplomatic envoys??). at the time of this story, they were touring in romania. part of their shtick when they played in non-english-speaking countries was that one of the musicians (not one of my parents - i think it was the clarinetist) would learn a few phrases in the local language from their diplomatic escorts to say to the crowd before they played. hello, we are [music group] bringing best regards from canada to your fine country, hope you enjoy the show kind of thing.

but this night in romania -- probably specifically in transylvania, given what happens next -- my dad says right before the show that he wants to do the spiel, and the clarinetist is like ok fine i guess? so they go out on stage, and my dad starts saying hello, we are X music group bringing goodwill from canada to romania, etc.

before the end of the sentence, the crowd goes fucking NUTS. like completely wild. screaming and cheering for like fifteen-twenty minutes. nobody on stage understands what's happening, but my dad is like ok cool and keeps talking -- nothing especially problematic or anything, just "the country is so beautiful here" kind of stuff, because my dad is a showman and the crowd is going bananas and they haven't even played a single note. i don't know if the diplomatic escorts had to shut the concert down right there on stage or just clean it up afterwards, but this is a PROBLEM.

see, the reason my dad volunteered to introduce them to the crowd and was able to keep talking is because he was in the bathroom before the show and heard some people speaking hungarian. my dad speaks hungarian, because his mother was from hungary and he grew up in one of those ashkenazi families where every person at the dinner table speaks a different language.

the problem here is that speaking hungarian on stage in romania in the 1970s is kind of a seditious act, and for representatives of a foreign nation to speak hungarian in a DIPLOMATIC CONTEXT was a huge fuck you to the ruling government of romania, which at the time was engaged in a policy of romanianization: using pretty heavy-handed political means of assimilating ethnic minorities in romania. the crowd is going wild because this looks like canada is giving official support to hungarian minority interests in romania.

i genuinely don't know what happened after this, but i imagine my dad was not allowed to speak on-stage again. which did not prevent him from causing other problems, because i remember my mom telling me that at some point my dad snuck out of the hotel to go and meet with / get some kind of smuggled note or something??? / from a soviet musician who was trying to escape to the west, because my dad can't resist ~intrigue~. she also told me that a romanian diplomatic function was one of only two times in her life that she saw my dad get roaring drunk -- entirely by accident. i don't know if those two incidents were related.

update: an anon from transylvania provided some broader historical context

#papa red #about mylittleredgirl

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Alright guys here's the first room closeup (+ headcanons/notes), by popular demand:

~Mike & Will's room~

(Plz don't judge my choice of wall art I pretty much just picked it bc it matched the wallpaper colors and there weren't a lot of good options)

Ok so design details

I know yall see that blue and yellow, and the green in the middle. All very intentional. The bed w/ the yellow blanket is Will's & the one w/ the blue blanket is Mike's. They sit on the rug when they're having their little heart-to-hearts that the rest of the party never seem to be a part of for "some reason"

Also, these boys wear a lot of fuckin stripes, so. Blue and yellow striped wallpaper? Green striped rug? Idk man it was screaming byler what can I say

And then there's a record player or whatever on the dresser between them, bc as we all know Will is a music guy and Mike lets Will do whatever he wants even if that means keeping him up listening to his favorite song all night bc he'd never forgive himself if Vecna somehow got Will bc Mike made him turn it off*

*So, to explain what that's all about: after his repeated failed attempts with Max, One went after Will next bc y'know, lots of trauma, easy target, etc (at least that's what the mf thought, I'm pretty sure Will lowkey has powers or smthn)

(This happened before the start of the au btw so it's just sort of background info, it might be mentioned but it won't be happening in present)

But anyway Will almost got Vecna'd and it was partially Mike's fault bc they got in a fight, Mike said smthn stupid and Will ran off, we know the drill (Mike still blames himself for it even tho they made up & Will forgave him and is fine)

Mike kinda lost his shit, honestly I'm thinking in his terror he pushed El too hard to save Will (when she was already doing her best obviously bc that's her brother) and that was part of why they broke up bc even El realized he cared more about Will than her- Mike is pretty much the only one who doesn't know yet lol

And they all survived obviously but now they're both kinda extra paranoid about it and even though they've moved far away and One hasn't followed them they still worry that some day he might track them down, so they fall into a (compulsive) habit of playing Will's favorite songs on repeat

(I'm not giving you his fav songs bc first of all I can't even decide my own fav song and also it just feels really presumptuous like that's too personal of a thing for me to decide for somebody else. I take music very seriously & very personally ok. Funnily enough tho I am listening to "should I stay or should I go" at this very moment)

Anywho, moving along

That desk by the door is mostly used for coming up with new campaigns they don't want the others to spoil (it's ok for their roommate to have insider knowledge that's not an unfair advantage or anything and besides it just can't be helped y'know? /s) no but they do collaborate sometimes and they work so well together as storytellers that the others find it lowkey unsettling (Dustin and Lucas are used to it tho)

>tw: vaguely suicidal themes?

Someone, not thinking I guess, makes an offhand joke about them being on the ground floor so they don't have to worry about Mike jumping out the window, and Will, who somehow hadn't ever actually heard the whole "quarry story," asks what that's supposed to mean and then they very awkwardly have to explain and he's basically like "oh my god what the hell that's not fucking funny why would you joke about that" and for a while after learning about it he's extra conscious of any self-deprecating/self-sacrificing type shit Mike says

Also they have "crazy together" written somewhere in the room no one else will see it. It's uncertain where, or whose idea it was, or why they did it, but they did. Probably to sort of make the room feel more like it was claimed as *theirs* after having to move to a new house far away from familiarity, and as a reminder to always be there for each other when times are tough

#full house au #stranger things fanfic #stranger things headcanons #current wip #mike wheeler #will byers

[placetneplacet]

On Translation

Translation is an art.

When fans give of their time and language and their knowledge that is a gift and a piece of art that they are sharing with other fans.

We are not entitled to art. Not all art is for us. If something was written, spoken, sung, performed in a language we do not speak, it doesn’t matter how much we would like access to it, we are not entitled to it.

That’s not how art works.

I am a relative BL newbie. I just came in under the wire pre lockdown, so I’ve had the advantage of most of the BL released being provided in my language. I’ve only had to watch a few fan subbed projects and I was very grateful for those fans who chose to share that, but I know that if they had not or if I had simply not been able to find the fansubs, I was not entitled to see those series simply because I wanted to see them.

All of this is to draw the distinction, that I do understand that I’m not entitled to art that is not for me, but what’s happening with War of Y is different.

Translation is an art.

A good translation elevates the work that it translates. We saw this with Secret Crush on You.

Secret Crush on You was largely ignored and lambasted when it was first released. Many people were choosing not to watch the show because of the way Toh’s character was perceived. Many were turned off by the “cringe” and a humor they did not share. And then something happened.

Those who had turned the show away began to hear about the story the show was telling. A story about the marginalized and the outcasts of the BL world. They heard about Daisy. But they also heard about The Scene.

The beautiful gorgeous scene where Touch gently and beautifully embraced all of Daisy’s gender expression and proceeded to make it known that Touch wanted to pursue Daisy. That scene was made available to the international audience via translation. A less determined translating team would have gone literal and maybe the audience who longed for a character like Daisy would never have tuned into Secret Crush on You, it would have been a loss. However because of the art of translation we were gifted that scene.

Sometimes translation gets in the way or distracts from the emotion of scene, see any of the number of “censored” lines in KinnPorsche.

Translation is an art.

It is not always perfect. It doesn’t always add the context necessary.

War of Y is marketing itself to the international audience, it is selling itself to the international audience. It claims to be providing access to that audience through translation and it is simply untrue at this point.

War of Y is about the BL world and as we the BL corner of the site know, the BL world is a largely online world. It is a World populated by social media. War of Y knows that the world that they are telling a story about is a world that partially exists online, which is why so much of the show is presented through social media and texts. It’s important, it makes sense that the story be told that way.

However, if the series is not going to translate the social media and texts, then the story will simply remain, at least partially, inaccessible to an audience that it is marketing and selling itself to.

I find that frustrating and sad, because it’s a story that I do want access to and that I am willing (and have been) paying for access to, but I am not receiving it.

I don’t really know what to do at this point. I think it’s ridiculous and wrong to expect fansubbers to translate a show that’s being sold to an international audience, but I know if the fansubbers don’t do that work the international audience (including myself) will never be able to understand the scope of the story War of Y is telling.

I wish I could experience the fullness of this story. I’m sad that I can’t and I don’t know how long I want to continue watching just a piece of it.

#war of y #war of y the series #this is one of those had to get it out posts #I hope the tone is clear #I think it’s ok to ask for this #I think there should be a way to ask for it #but I’m feeling a little bit defeated #especially because I know that it’s totally within their power to provide #we see it in BL all the time #anyway #sorry for the negativity

[heretherebedork]

Hi. I have seen a lot of people call MAME's shows trash but people still keep watching them. I watched DSN to understand for myself why this contrasting opinions exist and I liked DSN. I didn't see any issues. They don't linger on the conflict, they actually communicate, Fiat is a bit of a baby but the who Norma Bates of his mother explains that. His father's lack of communication gets solved. Fiat actually realizes that he was the bad guy for the step mom (something I don't think I've seen in step mom - step son relationships). The friend groups is really good. The episodes are quite self contained in that the issue raised last episode is dealt with the very next episode, they don't lie or drag the issue out.

I wanted to ask why it's considered trash. Is it the amount of sex scenes? The comedy?

Like with TharnType I get coz of the whole rape thing. (I haven't watched it, only heard about it. This being the primary reason to no watch despite the chemistry of the leads and how popular and ~liked~ the show is.)

Love in the Air, I am watching and I kinda get why Payu thought Rain was hitting on him in E1 and @lutawolf explained the kink elements of the bathroom scene and it makes sense (from what little I understand).

So yeah, why is Mame considered trash?

So, first I wanna say that trash isn't an insult most of the time from me, it's much more just a specific description of a style based on the very popular romance novels of the 80s and 90s. And MAME follows that style to a T in every way where there's questionable consent, lots of dominating without permission and the idea that love erases all sins is hugely present in ways that don't always feel true to the characters.

DSN is a fun show... until the last few episodes where the problems they have stop making sense for the development we've seen over the course of the show because MAME writes problems for characters to have and not characters to have that problem and doesn't take into account any kind of order to them. I enjoyed DSN overall but wish it had been more thought through and ordered because after the big art gallery birthday present the rest of the show kind of felt... over and yet it wasn't, there was so much more that no longer held together well for me.

TT I won't comment on, being absolutely oblivious to chemistry means I ended the two shows hating Tharn and wishing Type would just dump his ass, especially after the accusations of cheating and the apology the never came in TT2 and Type definitely deserves better than what he got. But that's what trash is about! Trash is about how the romance works because the actors work but not because the characters or the plot works.

Also, oh lordie, do I have to talk about the 'kink' in LITA?

You cannot have kink without agreed upon consent.

Let me repeat that.

It is not kink unless the consent is agreed upon before it happens.

There is currently no kink in LITA because there has been no discussion or agreement to a kinky relationship. They cannot be acting on a no kink when Payu has never checked in with Rain even fucking once or created a safe word (no, obeying him and being polite is not a goddamn safe word, that's just PART OF THE KINK as @thequeenofsastiel would agree) or made sure that he wants it.

Yes, we know he is partially enjoying it because of his internal monologue but unless we're gonna find out that Payu is a goddamn mindreader none of the matters. Because he can't know without talking about it first!

Look, I cannot deny that post-episode 3 I am likely to enjoy more of LITA than I did before because they now at least have some kind of agreement. But before that? It's not kinky if there's been no discussion and acting on a 'no kink' without a discussion or safe word is just sexual assault because there's no way to do that.

Payu is fine to think that Rain was hitting was hitting on him but the instant someone says no you stop.

But, again.

MAME is considered trash because her novels are more about drama, often betray any character growth that may or may not happen (@absolutebl talked about this in my choice about Jittirain versus MAME aka 'pointless secret keeping with a shitty resolve' versus 'sexual assault as flirting' post in which that pointed out that MAME's real issue is characters while Jittirain's is plot and you have to pick a priority) and always have a huge miscommunication issue at some point that feels like it should have been solved in a different way.

#mame #mame cinematic universe #lita #love in the air #love in the air the series #thaibl #bl series #thai series #thai drama #thai bl #thai bl meta #hope this helps anon

[moon-lv3r]

tutoring ~💎

🦋 category: fluff, one-shot, f!reader

🦋 characters: josuke

🦋 summary: your grades are slipping, exams are coming, and so you decided to ask someone as stupid as you to study together. makes sense since you aren’t the brightest tool in the shed

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: so how are we feeling about the ending of stone ocean? promise i will write something for stone ocean soon hehe. i got this idea to write a fic for josuke bc my mind started to drift into nowhere and a lot of idiotic stuff entered my brain and i suddenly felt inspired to write this fic with some elements of what happened to me. also i dyed my hair !!

The amount of Ds flooding your report book was enough to send any parent into a state of shock. It was a nightmare coming straight out of a nightmare itself. Who would have known that you would be this stupid?

If only you could treat the warnings given to you by your teachers as a love letter. You’d have many admirers then.

“At least you’re not the lowest y/n,” said your best friend, a tall boy who went by the name Nakamura Naoki. “I heard that Okuyasu broke his own record once again. As if his grades weren’t already bad enough. But apparently that Josuke improved.”

A curved smile carved onto your face at the mention of Josuke. Would it be a surprise to know that you liked that idiot?

Naoki knew of it, and he was disappointed.

He took notice of your stupid little smile and sighed. “Seriously why do you like that idiot?” He asked.

“Naoki, you have a crush on Hirai Rei! She couldn’t do literature to save her life. Have you not read some of her poems she wrote for one of our projects last year?” You retorted back. Teasing each other about your crushes was a hobby, and a need, developed by the both of you. Partially because Naoki kept on liking funny kind of people while making fun of you for liking Josuke.

What was wrong with Josuke anyway?

“Rei is good at math and she can help me with it at least. What can Josuke help you with? Getting into trouble?” Naoki replied.

It was unfortunate that Rei just so happened to be the top student in the school for math while Josuke was known for getting into a bit of trouble. Resulting from too much games and a lack of homework being done. You had heard that his nephew was a well-accomplished young man with a wife and daughter.

“Josuke has a rich nephew,” you replied. But before you could say anymore, Naoki stopped you from producing words as stupid as Okuyasu.

“That man is married. I know you’re joking but seriously,” Naoki stared at you, straight into your eye. The seriousness of his eye contact filled with intensity froze you from the inside out. Never have you seen him so serious before.

You and Josuke were in the same class, he sat behind you. You could always feel his stupidity from where you sat but it was a trait that you had admired from him. You didn’t know how your crush on Josuke started out. it was out of the blue, you were just ranting to Naoki about how most of the guys in class were annoying pricks, a rant that even Naoki took part in. He was a boy in band and hated most of the boys. You were in the art club. Josuke just happened to be one of the more tolerable ones and you just started paying more and more attention to him then. It didn’t help that he always started conversations with you and most of it always went from school related to something stupid. But it was never enough to spark a friendship.

Until your weak little heart gave out and started to catch a kind of virus — feelings.

Naoki noticed it way before you did. You refused to believe that you had caught feelings for Josuke and denied it. But you knew it was as truthful as saying the Earth was flat.

Before you knew it, it had turned into something your mind was too weak to reverse. The worst part was that he sat behind you so you could always hear the stupid little shenanigans he was always up to. It got worse when Okuyasu joined the school. The level of stupid reached an all time high that made Naoki question your sanity for liking Josuke.

Months had passed by since then, you and him barely exchanged any words, only ever talking when he started it, but he had been talking to you less these days. Naoki ended up dating Rei and they were happy together. The stark contrast in achievements made you the laughing stock for him and Rei. But hey at least you befriended someone enough to tell her about your hopeless crush on that Josuke.

“Nao is right, Josuke is a stupid guy. Did love blind you to the point that even Josuke can catch your attention?” Rei commented after finding out about your crush on Josuke.

“I am not listening to anyone who’s dating Nakamura Naoki!” You replied.

What was worse was the fact that exams were arriving sooner than your love life finally having something interesting going on. Your grades standing at a failing rate was simply not allowed. Naoki and Rei were studying with each other and you did not want to interfere with their little date.

But you could really use a study buddy.

You even told your mother that you would be getting a tutor for your poor grades so there was nowhere out.

There were virtually nobody you could ask.

And so one day when you were in class glancing through your biology textbook, Josuke approached you.

The Josuke sitting right behind you.

The Josuke whose special talent was being an idiot.

The Josuke you liked.

“Biology is so hard to revise,” he mumbled as you looked up to see his face masked with a grin. He looked like a moron.

This was an opportunity in disguise.

You looked out of the class to see Rei winking and cheering you on with Naoki beside her, shaking his head in disapproval. Naoki must have been forced into it.

“We can study it together!” You replied with an innocent smile that you hoped would not expose your crazy heart going absolutely insane over the both of you finally having the opportunity to spend time together.

he seemed surprised. Your heart sank, heart beat gone. He was going to say no wasn't he?

At least you tried your best. It wasn’t like you never tried anything before. You could live with this.

“Sure!” Josuke surprisingly agreed, making you question if he was really the Josuke you know and love. “Just us or do you want me to invite Okuyasu?”

He was really an idiot.

“The choice is yours. But we will be studying at my house if that is alright with you. The library is really crowded these days,” you replied, trying to be as normal as you could possibly master.

Josuke went silent once again, deep in thoughts inside his empty brain. You really wanted to know what kind of things this boy thought of everyday. It seemed like it would be a never ending land of chaos, would you love it? Probably.

“I will not invite Okuyasu then,” he finally replied. “Today? I’ll see you after school.”

He left before you could even say anything.

What in tarnation had just happened.

You didn’t even have time to fully process everything because Rei barged into the classroom like a rabid creature and Naoki followed behind like he was a sick old man.

“Y/n is finally getting a boyfriend,” she grinned.

“I hate you,” you replied. “What just happened?”

“Ask Rei, she got me to ask Josuke to approach you because you apparently need friends,” Naoki replied.

“He couldn’t resist my charms,” Rei chimed in. “He is like a dog.”

Naoki froze in terror from the sentence and you laughed. Naoki being with Rei was the best thing ever.

You would never know the meaning of boring while hanging out with them.

It felt like eternity until the school bell finally rang, allowing you to run like there was a serial killer chasing you. Your final class for the day was different from Josuke’s so you would have to wait for him by the school gate and walk to your home. There Josuke was, standing by the metal gate like the dashing young teenager he was and oh you could not wait for the events to unfold.

The events would just be you and him talking.

He smiled when he saw you and waved. It made you feel like you were floating in heaven.

Maybe you should stop being so crazy.

Okuyasu went with Koichi to study. So you and Josuke were truly alone. Ain’t this fun?

“Your mum wouldn’t mind me around?” Josuke asked.

“She is used to me bringing guys over all the time,” you replied without thinking. Only realising how horrible your words meant after it escaped your mouth. “Wait no I only brought Naoki over and now he is always crashing at my place with Rei and making me sit on the floor of my own room like they are the ones living there!”

“So you only had Naoki and Rei over?” He asked, looking amused. “You got so flustered.”

You hated this.

“Sorry,” you apologised meekly as your doorstep finally greeted your face.

Quickly, you and Josuke entered and made the way to your room. It was filled with books and music, the sight of games were practically non-existent. Josuke was appalled by the different your room was compared to his. The thought of living without games was simply foreign to him, something impossible.

The both of you managed to find a comfortable spot on your room floor and sat down. He looked through his textbook like it was plotting his murder. “I don’t understand physics at all. What is the principal of energy conversion, whatever its called.”

“I think its that energy cannot be lost or destroyed, only converted from one form to another?” You replied, equally confused and began to look at your own textbook. “Oh I am right.”

Josuke was extremely weak when it came to his sciences so he spent most of his time on that. You couldn’t do math so that was your main area of focus.

“What is the difference between alkanes and alkenes again?” He asked.

“Hold on let me check…” You muttered, moving yourself so that you would be beside him. You took a glance at the textbook he was holding, unaware of the gap that would almost cease to exist between your cheeks. He was aware of that however, but remained frozen in his posture while your eyes scanned the words printed on his textbook.

“Oh alkanes have a single bond with carbon while alkenes have a double bond with… carbon as well,” you replied. “Why is chemistry so hard, the spelling of alkane and alkene is so similar!” You whined. “How would anyone tell it apart?”

Math got worse for you when you got to trigonometry and whatever the name was for the topic that needed you to find the volume of shapes. What the hell were your eyes registering into your brain?

“What is the hypotenuse of a triangle?” You asked in distress. Your mind in shambles from studying, too tired for anymore.

“The longest side?” Josuke shrugged. “I don’t know either.”

You glanced at your math notes once more, flipping through like a sane woman gone mad. He was… right?

“Why are you actually correct?” You answered in shock.

He looked just as surprised as you to learn the fact that he wasn’t that stupid. His grades only went from failing grades to barely passing. But an improvement was still an improvement.

Time ticked by as the both of you continued your mindless studying. The only dialogue exchanged were questions relating to subjects and the, sometimes insanely wrong, answers to them. Josuke once thought basic oxides were the same as acidic oxides. It was a funny one. It made a good laugh escape your lips.

The sun soon vanished from the sky, replaced by the moon and its’ dark shine over the Earth.

Your mother arrived home and cooked dinner for Josuke. She saw you bringing a guy that wasn’t Naoki back home and immediately started to do an interrogation. Swore it was for your future as well.

The aroma was sweet, filling every corner of your home. But the stare from your mother felt intense. Josuke could feel it too.

“So you’re the smart tutor y/n decided to bring home to save their grades?” She asked.

Josuke turned to look at you with a funny expression. You had no idea what it meant but he nodded his head with a smile before returning to face your mum. “Yup, top of our class.”

Oh he definitely was.

“What does your parents do for a living?”

“My dad is uh… overseas with my nephew, my mum is working at a bank,” Josuke asked. He seemed hesitant about his father but answered rather smoothly.

Dinner went by without anything weird coming from nowhere. The chicken your mother made was as amazing as usual and the curry she made tasted just as good, you loved the spice burning your tongue senseless. After all three of you finished your meal, your mother decided that it would be a good idea to have you walk Josuke home.

“So… what was that about me being smart?” Josuke asked, grinning in a smug manner.

“Nothing,” you tried to shrug it off.

“We both know the top of our class isn’t me. I am nowhere close,” Josuke explained. “So?”

You sighed, it wasn’t like any lie would make sense anyway.

“Told my mum that I would ask a smart one for help but I asked you instead,” you explained.

“Why though? Naoki only told me to talk to you…” his voice became softer, his mind turned heavier.

It could only mean one thing…

“Wait… do you like me?” He asked. Your mind stopped producing thoughts. Your heart kept making heart beats.

He looked at your reaction and that gave him all of the answers you needed. “So you do…”

“So?” You replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you could.

Josuke looked like a happy little idiot. “And I thought I was the only person who would like someone who barely talked to me. I thought you didn’t like me because you barely talked to me, only I started the conversations so I just stopped, until Naoki told me to approach you.”

Oh…

He mistook your shyness for a sign.

“I was just shy…” you explained. “But yeah I do like you…”

Josuke’s smile appeared brighter than the street lamps at that very moment when you admitted your feelings and you felt him suddenly holding your hand. “So can I be your boyfriend now?” He asked.

“After our exams,” you shot back.

For the rest of the walk, he would never stop complaining about how he has to wait.

The exams came and went. The results? Both you and Josuke had improved quite an amount, even Naoki was surprised.

What reward did you get for it?

Higashikata Josuke.

#jojo x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba josuke #diamond is unbreakable #reader is a simp #female reader

[simply-sithel]

Always fond of meditating on the nature and purpose and being of a book, and in this instance the project pulled in additional concepts of family and history. Crafted in a slight panic due to a tight deadline, I grappled with the idea of a beautiful hypothetical result and the realities of what I'm capable of.

I've never repaired a book before, nor do I hold much interest in the art despite the fact it's a close craft cousin to book making. That didn't stop me, however, from trying my hand at re-assembling the much loved and completely trashed copy of Better Homes and Gardens Story Book my mother was raised with and in turn shared with my sisters and I in our youth.

The end result is... something. Functional at least. More thoughts and photos under the cut--

To start with-- the book was from the 1950s and has degraded in my family's possession over the years to the point of being unusable. I tell myself it was either this or the dump- I don't believe we were sentimental enough to pay for a real repair job. Obviously someone skilled in the art could have done much better work, but there's something to be said for 'free' and a personal touch. But mostly the 'free' part.

The work was rushed due to many reasons, the most important one being one of my sisters & her kids live abroad and my mother was flying out to visit them. The kids are at that perfect young age of learning both their native tongue and wrangling the English my sister continues to speak at home. Such a simple children's book would be a helpful, well timed learning aid -- in addition to being hand delivered by Oma & having her around to read the stories just as my sisters and I heard them.

My sisters and I still reference The Goops and when I came across Over in the Meadow I almost started crying- could not have conjured the memory alone but seeing it brought back the tune and feeling with great clarity.

Another constraint on the project's timeline was that I didn't want to start it till I'd met with @fanboundbooks at the Renegade retreat. The repair workshop there was one of several, perhaps a touch briefer than I'd like (needed), but it definitely helped set me on the correct path to tackle the project (or at least gave me the unfounded confidence to dive in).

There were so many tears to the pages, many of which had been repaired with now brittle & useless scotch tape. Nearly a third of the pages had fallen out and been taped in, and I had to print 3 missing pages (blessed be the Internet Archive and the fact that I can pick apart HTML to get at image assets otherwise not exposed for export)

I wound up using basic 28lb paper strips to mend the folios, something I've been curious about trying. I was told a long fibered paper would be best to repair the tears and (much to my amusement) I wound up using fragments of the kozo paper I made in class a couple years ago. The off-white color actually complemented the aged pages well, though it definitely looked a bit creepy.

In my efforts to preserve as much of the existing cover as I could, I went with a crude sort of 3 piece bradle setup I think? (naming processes is hard) and rather than use a near-matching tan leather as I'd initially intended (and then accidentally lost at the retreat) I went with a perfect dark blue that complimented the title text & color palette. I used some of the marbled paper gifted to me at the retreat by one of the other attendees as partial endpaper - needed something to cover the joining but didn't want to obscure the original end papers nor the identification on the front cover marking it as belonging to my grandmother.

The book is usable again and that's what's important. Much of the original character and that which it developed over the decades is also still there, which I'm happy about.

I don't regret that much-- something done is better than nothing-- but the hideousness of the top and bottom still bother me. I ran out of time for headbands but given how brittle those pages were I could believe sewing one in place could have distressed them further. The real "oh god, my eyes are burning from the mistake" is the fact that I failed to properly bone down the marbled end pages over the ridge of my quasi bradle binding. You can see a non trivial gap there, under the paper where they should have hugged the board. Ugh. Hurts to look at.

#book repair #family project #better homes and gardens story book

[bedlamsbard]

For the ask game, 1 and 24.

the character everyone gets wrong

I said Steve the last time I did this (and I do think he gets it the worst) and while Loki is the obvious runner-up, I find that the Thor films (+ A1, IW, Loki) are so inconsistent that tbh, that's more understandable. So -- Natasha. There's a huge tendency throughout the fandom to flatten Natasha out in ways that are wildly inconsistent with her actual portrayal in canon, some of which is spillover from comics, some of which is just taking her at face value, some of which is just being unwilling to pay attention to what's onscreen. Like, the number of times I see people being unwilling to acknowledge that Natasha is Clint's best friend? A lot! Or that Natasha is (minus five minutes in CACW) consistently on Steve's side, not even in a shippy way? Also a lot! Or -- this might be a more cosplay-specific one, but I've seen it in fic and edits and art as well, the idea that Natasha is very...I'm probably going to use the wrong word here, but that Natasha is very, very femme, in a "always wears bold makeup, paints her nails, red lip, has her tits out" kind of way. The only time we see Natasha do that kind of, mm, performative femininity is IM2 and the beginning of The Avengers when she's literally not being herself and I'd also make a strong argument for AoU here, though with AoU I do think she's deliberately presenting herself in that specific for PR purposes. (Besides, you know, Joss Whedon being terrible about her.) Obviously there is a certain amount that's there because this is a movie and everything is a little more exaggerated. Like, even though in all movies but one Natasha is in heels or wedges in her tactical gear it's at least partially because they have to get 5'3" ScarJo into the same frame as all their six-foot tall boys as well as being ~sexy; Natasha is probably not wearing 3-inch wedges into a fight, and we know that because none of her shoes in BW have a heel/wedge on them. (I also strongly suspect BW may be the only film where she's wearing a sports bra in the suits.) Some of it is probably spillover from comics, because comics Natasha is more femme fatale-ish than MCU Natasha.

(Obviously for cosplay purposes do whatever the hell you want, these are just trends I've noticed; I am in this community too, which is why I see it come up over and over again in the first place. This is the only time I've gone "wow, I do not have the tits for this," which is actually quite disconcerting if it's never come up as ~something to be self-conscious about before.)

Some of it is also fandom's general propensity to flatten female characters in general -- the team mom thing, the only one with the braincell thing, the femme fatale thing, etc. Like, yes, it's funny the first ten times, and then it's "...we're really not watching the same movies, huh?"

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

this is more like a "top five" topics than a single one SO in no particular order

was baby Loki kidnapped or rescued (child abandonment was and is a real thing, but in ancient/medieval cultures it is both (a) real and legal and (b) a common mythological trope, have you never heard of Oedipus)

Sokovia Accords and everything surrounding them (even canon regretted this one, which is kind of a shame because I would have liked to see the MCU treat it seriously after CACW -- only Ant-Man and the Wasp and Black Widow actually started to deal with it, and it got resolved offscreen years later in She-Hulk)

did the Asgardians deserve to be genocided (what the hell is wrong with you people, why have I been in real fandoms where this is a real question)

Loki/Sylvie (not my ship, I don't care, but hoo boy)

is Endgame good or bad (woof)

#windona #bedlam replies #bedlam watches the mcu

[chaoticwholesome]

4. 7, 26, 28 for the ask game! Hope you’re having a good day ✨

favourite dish specific for your country?

BUNNY CHOW. Weird name, there's no rabbit. basically Indian diaspora communities in Durban invented it as street food, it's a bun with a hollow hole in the middle, filled with curry!! Local KFC's also used to make my favourite (now defunct) meal based on this, the Streetwise Chow, which was similar except the bread hole was filled with a chicken strip and gravy…. RIP Chicken Chow i miss u every day.

I'm also partial to Milk Tart. Also Boerewors Rolls and Gatsbys are my fave streetfood (boerewors is our cultural sausage, and Gatsbys are a HUGE bun filled with meat, chips, and drippy sauces). Mapane Worms and Walkie Talkie Chicken look fun if ur adventurous!

three words from your native language that you like the most?

Choosing my second language (Afrikaans) for this bc there's sooo many emotive words there. Ontploffing (explosion) sounds great when said aloud. the word for "subject" like a school subject, is "vak". The letter V is an F in Afrikaans pronounciation. "Art is my favourite Fuck" :) And finally I LOVE THE WORD AARDVARK. NEVER HEARD AN AMERICAN SAY IT RIGHT. PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH <3

does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

Rarely, but I have never heard the accent done right. Americans trying to be Afrikaans makes me want to get in the soup. bro wgat the fuck… (every native South African i've seen use their own accent in hollywood is great!! John Kani is amazing as T'Chaka!!) (OKAY I WILL SAY. RYAN REYNOLDS SPOKE AFRIKAANS RLLY WELL IN THAT ONE MOVIE. WTF WAS THAT)

does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? do you have favourites?

CAPE TOWN HAS TABLE MOUNTAIN I LOVE TABLE MOUNTAIN. big flat boy. I'm also fond of the Three Sisters, those hills look so weird!! great gas station there lol. UMMM orange river is cool. u will never guess why it's called that (it's orange). We have a lot of mountains i love all of them!! Table Mountain is SO lovely even though it's a tourist trap <3 i now no longer trust a city that does not have a big fuckass mountain at least close by… that's scary… too much Sky

Hope you are having a lovely day!! :D

#ask game #can can posts! #sorry i didnt respond earlier i actually typed this hours ago and my wifi was like. no

[sketch-mer-6195]

You Sure? (ROTTMNT Leonardo Hamato x Kalani Rotasu {OFC})

Warnings: Some swearing, Spoilers for ROTTMTN Movie, Angst... some at least. Word Count: 1666 A/N: I swear I thought I posted this chapter a long time ago... apparently my dum-dum self didn’t like the dummy-sum I am.... Well here we go! and I know @mysticboombox​ has seriously been waiting since she is partially my beta reader with the snippets I give her lol.

And I know I gotta work on making lnks to the chapters and masterlist. I promise I’m gonna do that.

Part 3. Not A Date!

Standing in front of the mirror and adjusting his lapels for the 86th time, Leo was debating whether to keep a tie on or go without one and open the top button. His mind was full of possible “what if” scenarios in his mind.

What if she stands heim up?

What if she asks to stay down in the lair tonight?

What if she asks him to stay for the night?

What if she tries to kill him?!

“Getting cold feet, Leon?”

Blue let out a scream and spun around with his toothbrush in hand only to see Mikey and Raph with smug looking grins. Leo groaned and placed his toothbrush back in its place before looking back at his own reflection, with the company of Mikey and Raph.

“I’m not scared, just anxious okay.” Leo retorted before looking down in the sink.

The two brothers chuckled at their new leader as he shot them a glare through the mirror. Mikey came up to him and threw his arm across his brother’s shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, it’s like riding a skateboard. Once you’ve done it once, it’s stuck with you for life.”

“It’s not that simple, Mikey. This is my ex-girlfriend we’re talking about. The owner of The Nexus Hotel and the Battle Nexus. She’s not all smiles and quick comebacks to my one liners.” Leo replied.

Raph chuckled slightly before looking back at his brother. “Look, we understand how nervous ya are. And we got your back. No matter what, we’ll figure this out together. Even if it means we go to the Hidden City to find the answer.”

“Besides, it’s not like she can fight you. You are on your A-Game, bro!” Mikey reassured him.

Leo chuckled at his little brother before realizing something. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a date with your girlfriend, Angelo?”

“Yes, but Mara is coming here to get me so we can take the turtle tank. Have a romantic picnic made by yours truly, and then lo and behold! Buh-BAM!” Mikey pulled out a small velvet box, making both of his older brothers gasp.

“No Way! Wait, where did you get the money?!” Leo asked, earning a serious nod from Raph.

Mikey rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous chuckle. “I got an etsy page and have been making requests of my sick spray paint art. And with that, Mr. Harrison and April helped pick out the ring.”

Raph and Leo hugged their baby brother and congratulated him. Mikey soon slipped out as he heard his girlfriend calling for him in the lair. As Raph and Leo watched their little brother leave, Leo let out a sigh before running a hand across his face and looking back at his reflection. Raph glanced back at his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder as a sign of reassurance. Blue had let out a small chuckle before smiling and looking back at his brother. After one last glance, Leo removed his blue tie and undid the top button before nodding to himself. If anything, he was gonna go out in style even if his ex refused his offer. 

Waving and calling out that he was leaving to the rest of his family, Leo made his way to the surface and took to the rooftops to head to his destination and meet up with his ex-girlfriend at the Run of Mill Pizzeria. As he made his way to the alleyway to the secret entrance, Leo was taken back at the sight before him. A dark skinned woman with her dark violet hair in soft waves. Her black backless dress revealed the dip of her back as her dress draped down her legs to about mid calf. The slit on the back of her dress didn’t help with the thoughts that began to plague his mind.

‘C’mon Leo! This is not a date! Just a meet up to talk like civilized adults.’ He scolded himself as he cleared his throat to try and calm his nerves.

But it didn’t help after the woman turned to face him. Kalani, with her cloaking brooch perched over her right breast, looking over Leo and flashing a soft smirk and walking over to him. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he watched her draw closer to him until they were both at arm’s reach.

“My, you sure clean up rather well. For a sewer dweller.” She stated, walking around him and her arms crossed.

Leo scoffed and placed his own hands on his hips. “At least I don’t have to wear a disguise.”

Kalani stopped in front of him with an unexpressive look, but a small smirk pulled at the corner of her lip before she touched her brooch and shifted back to her yokai self. Her teal skin still complimented her dress, if not better than in her human form. He thanked the higher power in the sky that she couldn’t hear his palpitating heart. Shifting slightly, he cleared his throat and offered his arm to her which surprised her greatly. Kalani glanced between himself and his offering before carefully looping her arm with his own. It felt a little awkward, but it was a welcoming feeling that spread across her body like a warm blanket. Entering the restaurant was like walking down memory lane; Yokai were enjoying their meals, talking and laughing. The smell of great Italian and unique cuisines filled their nostrils which both were on the verge of drooling.

“Señorita Rōtasu! It is an honor to see you again, my dear!” Señor Hueso, the owner of the establishment, beamed with glee as he welcomed her with open arms.

Kalani smiled and hugged the skeleton and only to find her place back next to Leo who smiled broadly at him, something that Hueso actually returned and nodded.

“Two, private booth please.” Kalani requested which Hueso accommodated with no questions asked.

Once he seated the two and left to get their drinks, Kalani rested her elbows and propped her chin in her hand. Her eyes scanned over Leo which, oddly enough, made the slider squirm slightly in his seat. It was as though they were back on their very first date, only for her to know exactly what was going to happen. But as he watched her, Leo couldn’t help but notice how calm she was. And a hint in her eyes that showed she was remembering something. Possibly their first official date here? And how much of a dork he was trying to impress her that night. He could see her shoulders relax, her whole body deflating into a comfortable posture and her own eyes softening. Relaxing himself, Leo leaned on his forearms that rested on the table and just… enjoyed her presence. He was feeling young again. Remembering how they were together, the smiles and bantering. But they were happy in the long run. Or so he believed.

“So, let’s get down to business shall we?” Kalani started as she sipped her water. “You said to me a few days ago that you-”

“What happened?” Leo interrupted, catching Kalani off guard.

But she wasn’t surprised. Her walls building up, Kalani sat back in her seat and swirled her water in its glass and looked at him with a bored look.

“I did not come here to walk down memory lane, Nardo. I came here to offer my services and make a proposition.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek before making a mental note and putting a pin on the topic. She was right, for now at least. They had to stay focused. Taking a sip of his soda, Leo leaned on his arms and leaned closer to her causing her to lean a little as well. As he gestured for her to lean closer, which she obliged, the turtle smirked and flashed his dazzling pearly whites and winked at her. Letting out an annoyed scoff, Kalani began to slide out of the booth and stand as she straightened out her dress.

“If you’re not going to take this seriously, then this was a waste of my time. Good evening.” She said in a cold tone.

But a hand grabbed her forearm. Not tight, but not weak either. Looking back at the three digit hand that had her arm, she looked over to Leo who was sweating bullets. He was desperate, something that she had not seen from this turtle. Leo on the other hand had no clue what she was thinking, she put up her walls thickly to hide what she was thinking real well. But he needed her help and he knew that he could only trust her with this mission. With a soft sight, Kalani sat down but this time by his side. Leo scooted further to give her space and to keep his distance. As she removed her kappa kap and laid it on the table, she turned to him and rested her cheek in her hand.

Leo shifted slightly before rubbing the back of his neck as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just…”

‘You’re still just as beautiful as the day we first met.’

“It’s just what, Nardo?” Kalani repeated, making Leo snap out of his daze.

Feeling caught, he thanked the Pizza Supreme in the Sky that the lights were low to hide his burning blush before clearing his throat.

“Look, you’re family. At least, still part of the family. And you know the Hidden City far better than me or my brothers do.” Leo explained. “Please, Kali. We need you. I need you.”

Kalani’s eyes widen slightly, her jaw slack. He wasn’t one to ask her, especially like this. It was throwing her off to see him be vulnerable. Biting the inside of her cheek to try and not sigh she nodded only to see her ex relax in his seat and soon explain everything that had been happening.

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[epersonae]

Question game - 69!

I promise it was because I found the question interesting

first of all: NICE [as required by law]

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

[leans back in chair, lets out a very long sigh]

there's a thing in the last season of The Good Place, I think, that I've seen giffed but haven't watched (because all my friends have warned me that S4 is probably going to hurt me badly), that looks like it's about how soulmates are a thing you make over time, and that idea appeals to me

I've never believed in a "one", at least not since I was in my late teens, and so given that, what is a soulmate?

and also: [you're the love of my life 🖤] says the post-it in Ryn's handwriting that's tucked into one of their pieces of art on my desk (Lucretia's staff and Taako's umbrella, and the word "trust"), and that's also true, and also "Magnus never loves again", and both of us, five years ago, heard that and went say that to my face and wrote him loving and being loved and on some level it feels like we together wrote me a way out

and also I have had friends who know the inside of my head as well (or better) than I do, and what is that, exactly?

I love a soulmate AU and also I'm skeptical of the idea partially because it implies that love conquers all and sometimes it fucking doesn't, and how do you know, when you're in it; we don't have marks or strings or geese (I literally just reread the OFMD goose soulmate AU today), we just have words and actions and chance and care and trust

which is maybe all just to say: no not really but also kind of yes

#ask games #which is not even getting into polyamory and all that #turns out the funny sex number was hiding my extremely complicated feelings about love #not all exits are made equal

[shadowofroses]

Orphanage ch1

Demon Slayer

Pairings: None as of yet

Warnings: Reader's name is set in the beginning, Owns library on Breathing Styles, used to have connections with Demon Slayers, MUZAN is his own warning, Dark fic of sorts, Muzan brings her the last of her line as a 'snack' to keep her in check. Dead Dove? Reader wants the Eradication of Muzan, Reader used to be a Mother, cannibalism

Partially on Ao3

Story:

Kind motherlike demon running an Orphanage. Broken away from Muzan’s curse ages ago, can create demons if wanted to. Muzan is fully aware of her, and she doesn’t try to hide, knowing very well if she goes to hide, he will come for her, and the children. 

You send some to be Demon Slayers depending on their background. You knew where some Breathing Masters live from doing research. 

To those around you, you never hid what you were to them, although they tended to call you an Angel or a Goddess. 

At first the local town would offer you their dead. And you did take them. At first it was just a few every now and then which was fine. But then a child walked in on you eating a corpse. Upon scaring the child for life, you started to hate yourself in return for it. Especially for doing it so openly. 

After that you opted for asking just for the livers. You didn’t need much to feed, it wasn’t like you used your Demon Blood Art often. Some of the families were wary of you, and this also changed how you looked to them in their eyes.  You’ve met a few slayers before. You kept books of their breathing styles for your wards in case they ever decided to learn via books. 

You knew of the ubuyashiki family through Muzan and his dislike of them. Each generation you gifted them something as a peace offering. In fact they made it a notion to have all Hashiras meet you at least once. However the latest hashiras haven’t shown up. You assumed that they disliked you dueto being a demon. Or maybe the latest Kagaya wanted to keep you more under wraps. 

Regardless, lately you received a crow from Kagaya. Due to recent events he wanted his hashira to meet you, and be in more contact with friendly demons. Especially with the fact that the corps were dwindling as is. You currently had twenty children Wards, but you were very hesitant to send them. 

Regardless you told him to send who he felt should go. You would have suggest their worst asshole, but you didn’t need the kids to be scared. You stated what books of Breathing styles you had, and that you would appreciate any information on unknown styles, to educate the kids. 

What you weren’t expecting was a Sound Hashira, Flame Hashira and a Love Hashira along side three kids to come knocking on your door. 

You asked one of the children to get the door, and to invite them in. Yuki answered the door. She was one of the oldest children, fourteen. And she had been working on her own style of breathing. Ice Breathing. Her Kimono was decked out with snowflakes which you delicately embroidered onto it. 

“Miss Yameka?” You came forth, poking your head out of the doorway not wanting to catch too much of the sun, “We have company who would like to meet with you.”

As you were in the midst of doing dishes, you wiped your hands, “Haru, could you please take over the dishes. Yuki, please take them to the Chabudai, I’ll ready some Tea. Make sure the Windows are covered please, if you like you can keep them company as well.”

Yuki smiled brightly, “Of course!” 

You turned to ready some water for tea.  Once finished, you grabbed the pot, and walked into the dinning area. “Hello, I’m Yameka, it’s a pleasure to have your company today, I hope Ubuyashiki-san is doing well.” You bowed lightly and started to pour tea. 

The pinkette beamed, “As well as he can be! Thank you so much for receiving us!” You smiled back, looking around and seeing the colorful people, “OH! We should introduce ourselves! I’m Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira!”

“I am the Flamboyant Sound Hashira Uzui Tengen.” You heard the white haired man say with a smirk but also keeping an eye on you at all times. 

“I am the Flame Hashira! Rengoku Kyoujurou!”

“Kamado Tanjiro Ma’am!” He bowed, “ you noticed a box on his back and what you heard was scratching, and the scent of another Demon.

“Agatsuma Zenitsu!” You could hear his panic, which he was trying to subdue due to the fact that there were three other Hashiras that could take care of you if necessary. 

“I am the Great Lord of the Mountains Hashibira Inosuke! You’re a Demon right?! FIGHT ME!” You both grinned and blinked at the boy as both other boys hit him upside the Mask on his head. 

“Forgive him! He was raised by Boars.” Zenitsu bowed. 

You laughed, “Really? That’s interesting!  But no fear, there is nothing to forgive. I’m afraid I’m not much of a Fighter unless it’s absolutely necessary.” 

Rengoku kept his eyes on your form as Mitsuri grinned. “We were told you requested books about unknown Breathing Styles? I have a several books on hand, One is Love Breathing, Sound Breathing, Mist Breathing, Flower Breathing, Insect Breathing, and Beast Breathing!” 

Your eyes widened at that. “Oh my, more than I expected.” 

Uzui leaned forward, “Now my question is why would a Demon need these books?” 

You shook your head, “Me personally. They are no use to me, however I love preserving history, and knowledge. Not to mention I take in Orphans, sometimes from parents unable to raise them, other times they are dumped off cause certain demons are not in the mood to kill a kid or an infant.” You watched them all stiffen at that. “Some Demons still have some morality. Not all.”

“And what of you?” Rengoku looked at you, and you looked into his unnerving eyes. 

“A long time ago, I was human just like you all. Minus the Demon in the box of course.” You saw Tanjiro’s eyes widen at that. “I was ill, and suffering. I, like many Demons, fell prey to the wiles of Muzan…”

Now you saw everyone's eyes widened, and a gasp. “You can say his name?!” Tanjiro exclaimed. 

You nodded, “I broke free of his curse a long time ago. He is fully aware of me, and I’d be a fool to hide myself from him.” You looked back to Rengoku, “Unfortunately he knows where I live, and that I take care of orphaned children and that  I no longer fight unless provoked, which he is highly disappointed by, but however since I pose no threat to him once so ever, he sees no harm in leaving me be.”

“So you put the kids in danger!” Rengoku’s eyes flashed dangerously. 

You growled at that, “I will put my life on the line before I let any harm come to these kids. Me being…complacent with Muzan is protecting those kids as well. Besides, I have sent some to Breathing Technique Trainers before, and for some to become Demon Slayers if they were determined. Most are. I’ve lost more children to your Final Selection than I have with Muzan.” You watched Rengoku slightly relax at that, but you couldn’t nail the emotion he had on his face. “I understand the risks. But these children need a bond, and some sort of stability in their early lives.”

“What do you eat?” Uzui glanced from you to Yuki, and back. 

“I used to eat the corpses of the dead of the previous town. That was their idea at the time, for taking care of the children they considered cursed. However, One child walked in on that, and I didn’t want to scare another, so now I just request Livers of the Dead.”

Mitsuri looked to Yuki, “And you’re fine knowing she’s a demon?” 

Yuki’s snowy hair bounced as she nodded, “Of course! She doesn’t harm us, she gives us space to explore and learn. If we want to become Demon Slayers she doesn’t stop us, in fact encourages us to!”  

You smiled patting Yuki on the head, “Yuki, was unfortunately one of the infants left behind by one of the Uppermoons. He dropped her off, due to not wanting the blood on his hands that day. 

Rengoku’s eyes jumped to yours, “Which one?” 

��Uppermoon Three. Akaza. He dislikes killing or eating Women, which he avoids. He brought her here because he refuses to take children, especially females to Uppermoon Two’s; Douma’s location as Douma prefers to eat women. And he despises him.” You tilted your head to look at Yuki, “Yuki here is determined to become a Demon Slayer, and created her own Breathing Technique, which she has been journaling for me, but I can have a copy made for Ubuyashiki-san. I also believe I have two others that are not as known or well used anymore and another individual style derived of Moon Breathing.”

“Moon Breathing?!” You heard from Zenitsu and Mitsuri. 

You nodded, “It’s one of the basic styles that were derived from Sun Breathing. Moon, Stone, Flame, Water, Wind, and Thunder. In history there has only been one Moon Breathing User, and he is Currently Uppermoon One. Kokushibo. When he was human, his Twin was the creator of Sun Breathing.”

Tanjiro’s hand hit the table causing you to look at him, “Ma’am! Do you know anything on Hinokami Kagura?!” 

You blinked dissecting the words in your head. “Dance of the Fire God, I would assume that would be Sun Breathing as the words for Sun and Flame are too close. Historically there was a divide  between those two branch users. Muzan hunted down Sun Breathing users as Demons are more threatened by Sun Breathing than any other style. Why do you ask Tanjiro?” 

You saw something dawn on Tanjiro as you finished what you were saying. “My father would perform a Hinokami Kagura, which would be a dance passed down to the men in the family including these Hanafuda Earrings.” 

You hummed, “That makes sense, due to that would ideally only put the males of the family at risk and hopefully sparing the women and having the style dying out due to the women not being educated in it.”

His eyes widened again realizing that that made sense. “I was out selling coal one day, and I came back my family was murdered by Muzan, leaving only my sister turned as a Demon.”

You nodded, “Thus since you weren’t there he thought he got all the male heirs of Sun Breathing. He does have a sick sense of humor later in life considering She most likely protected her family, and fought hard. So His humor would be for her to eat her dead relatives.” Eyes became stony all around. “That Said I’m very sorry to hear your story, and wish you didn’t have to go through that. I do have a copy of Sun Breathing already written out so you can go ahead and take that journal, it was written by Tsugikuni Yoriichi himself. If there is anything else you need in the future it doesn’t have to be this related, you could even ask me for a recipe, don’t be a stranger.” 

Tanjiro’s eyes brightened and you could have sworn he sparkled, “Thank you so much Miss Yameka!”

You nodded, “Please, just Yameka.” You looked to the other Hashiras, “I can have another copy of Sun Breathing produced, along with Moon, Ice, Shadow and Celestial.and send it out unless you want to stay here long enough for me to copy them. I would like to keep my originals as the Children learn from those.”

Zenitsu tilted his head in thought, “why would you want to help us. Or encourage the children to be Demon Slayers?”

“You are not the only ones that are looking for the eradication of Muzan.” You said as a five year old white haired boy wondered in. 

“Momma? Can I have a snack?” 

Your face softened at that, “I’m a little busy, Haru should be doing the dishes, go ask her sweetie. Then make sure you get back to playing.” 

“Yes!”

Everyone watched the child fumble off. “Momma?”  You turned, seeing Uzui’s nonexistent eyebrows raise. 

You shrugged, “I don’t ask them to call me anything other than Yameka, however some view me as a Mother Figure, I’m weak and I crave that honestly.” You sighed, Noticing the interested looks from them all, “I was last a mother six hundred years ago. My line still carries on strong, but I’m not a part of their lives.”

Rengoku felt that yearning deep into his bones. Mitsuri looked at you sadly. Inosuke grunted, “So what are we doing here? Trading sad stories? I was raised by Boars, and watched my Boar mother get killed so I wear her head.”

Everyone blinked at that, unsure of how to take it. “I’m sorry to hear that, side note, any children you would like to take with you guys to train, feel free as long as they agree to it. I believe Yuki would benefit greatly from being trained by proper Demon Slayers. Especially since I am fully aware of the Corps dwindling.” you watched as Yuki beamed. “Yuki, can get the Sun Breathing Journal for Tanjiro please?” Yuki jumped up without a thought and ran over to the Library. 

Rengoku shifted, “You said you had Journals on Flame Breathing as well?” 

You blinked, “it’s about a hundred years old, but yes I do.” 

Rengoku sat up straighter, “Any chance I can get a copy of that as well?” He expected you to question him about this, seeing how he was the Flame Hashira and all. 

You nodded “Of course, However I believe I only have up to the 7th form. I have no idea if more forms were created after that.”

Rengoku then beamed, “There are nine forms of Flame Breathing, the Ninth is named after my family. I don’t know what the eighth is however! I would highly appreciate the knowledge of the Sixth and Seventh forms!” 

Which said everything. You nodded, “Of course, I can continue digging around to see if I can find anything on an Eighth form for you as well.” you stood up, “YUKI!~  Flame Breathing copy as well!” you yelled out, noticing the Sound Hashira and Zenitsu wincing. You gave a soft smile, “sorry about that!” 

Uzui shook his head, “Nothing I’m not used to.”

Yuki came back out with a Sun Breathing and Flame Breathing book. Bowing and placing them on the table for the respectable people to take. You gave her a smile, “Thank you so much Snowflake.” you then turned to the Hashira, “Would you like to take Yuki back with you?”

Mitsuri wiggled in place, “Sure! We’ll make sure she gets proper training!”

“Yuki, please get some clothes or necessities for your trip.”

“Yes Ma’am!” you smiled watching the girl skip away.

“Now we don’t want to keep you…” Rengoku started to stand up. 

Tanjiro frowned however as he flipped through the book, “Uh, this is torn.”

Glancing over your felt your veins freeze over. You jumped up to run into the Library and grabbed the other Sun Breathing book, torn. You growled at that,  You exited, “Last person to enter my Library was Muzan looking for a book on Flowers.” you growled out, which put the Hashira’s on edge. “The Flame book is fine, correct?” 

Rengoku opened the book, finding it in pristine condition. “Yes!”

“I have another copy of Sun Breathing hidden, but It’ll take a while to get, forgive me Tanjiro.” You went into a deep bow. 

Tanjiro waved his hands, “Nonono, it’s fine, I understand!”

You sighed, “I’ll make several copies of it, I’ll send one to you, and Ubuyashiki, and lock the rest up.” 

Mitsuri nodded, placing down a sack of books she was holding.  “These are the Styles that we had!”

You gave her a smile, “Thank you so very much, I’ll make a copy of each of those and lock it up with the Sun Breathing ones as well so that we don’t have another incident again.” 

The kids and Hashira got up. Uzui nodded, “we best be going, Thank you for receiving us Yameka. We’ll be in touch.” You saw something flash in his eyes. 

“I hope so! Please don’t be strangers! I would love to hear from the Current Hashira, it’s been so long since I’ve been in contact with them. It would be a shame to become Estranged again!” You announced with a tilt of your head. You watched Yuki bound down the stairs with a sack thrown on her back and a sword on her hip. You gave her a hug and kissed her on the head, “Don’t forget to write from time to time, and kick some Demon ass.” 

“Of course! Thanks mom!” Yuki announced hugging you tighter, the three hashira noticed when you started to tear up from her calling you mom. 

You shook your head and patted her head, “Take care of my Yuki, If my other children express interest I’ll send them your way.”

“Right!” Rengoku stated giving you a longer glance before placing his hand on Yuki’s shoulder. With that, you said goodbye to the colorful group. 

You found yourself upset over their leaving, and felt lonely even though you weren’t alone.

 You watched as a Violet haired boy walked in an hour later, grinning with large pink eyes. “We caught a couple of Boars today! Me and Yuri!”

You smiled at that as you finished up the forth copy of Sun Breathing. “That’s great! Do you need me to Skin and Gut them for you Sora?”

Sora shook his head, “I gutted them on the spot like you taught me to, No idea if you wanted the organs or not. Can you eat Animals?” 

You hummed in thought as you went to start on a copy of Moon Breathing, “I haven’t tried, only one way to find out right?” you said smiling as you ruffled his hair. “What is it that I tell you all, always be open to trying new things right?”

Sora beamed in response. “Oh! The sun has fallen!” 

You stood up and stretched. “Great! I’ll get the grill going and see about cooking up that Boar for you all!”

Sora shook his head, “NO! I mean…’ he looked nervous causing you to frown. “Could Haru and I cook it? I want to get more practice in cooking!” 

Your face softened at that. “Sure, If you guys need any assistance please call out.”

“Right!~” Sora grinned before going to get the boar to bring into the house. 

You watched this, “The Pelt is outside set to dry right?” 

“YUP!” 

You snapped your fingers and watched as a Eurasian Eagle Owl flew down to your table. You patted his head, and moved to wrap a couple of the Sun Breathing books and tucked a letter into the ribbon. “Roku, could you please deliver this to the Demon Slayer’s Headquarters to Ubuyashiki-san. An Owl was larger than the crows, and you didn’t want to damage any crows with the weight of the journals. The owl hooted, and took off with the package. You called over a crow, “Please tell Kamado Tanjiro that I have sent his copy of Sun Breathing to Ubuyashiki-san.” 

“CAW! UNDERSTOOD!” 

You groaned, stretching your fingers. It’s been a while since you wrote so much in a short span of time. You went to put one copy of Sun Breathing back into the Library and then upstairs to lock a copy in a trunk under your bed. Laying it beside a painting of your human family. Under it, your daughters family, under that your grand daughters family, and Great Grandaughters family was the last one,as you had to cut yourself off from your family when your great great grandchild starts asking why you look younger than their mother. 

You yearned to reconnect, but you knew better.  

“Miss Yameka! Mr. Kibutsuji is here!” 

Second time your veins froze over today. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, you straightened your western nightgown. Walking back down the stairs of your estate, you came to the sight of Muzan ruffling Sora’s hair. A possessive scent flowed off of you upon the sight, however you tried to reel in the emotions. Muzan only smirked in response. “Darling Child.” Holding a bundle in his arms.  

You gave a soft smile, “Please follow me to receive you in the Library My Lord.” You bent down to Sora, “go play Sweetheart. Make sure the other kids stay away from the Library for a bit.” 

“Alright!” 

You led the demon into the Library. This couldn’t be a coincidence that Muzan showed up the same day as Demon Slayers. Hashira’s no less. And even a Demon Slayer traveling with a Demon. As Muzan walked in, he closed and locked the door behind him to prevent interruptions. “What do I owe the pleasure My Lord?”

He walked among the bookcases and allowed his fingers to trail the spines of books, before turning to you, and reaching into his jacket, pulling out a small book. “Returning a book, as it didn’t have what I needed.” The bundle in his arms cooed. A baby. You didn’t say anything about it. If he wanted you to know he would tell you. 

“Oh wonderful! I know the girls have been asking for it lately, wanting to know the flowers of the area and all! They should be so pleased.” You lied out your teeth with a charming smile. 

As Muzan moved to hand you the book, he made sure his fingers touched yours, and he looked you in the eyes, “Curious…there are scents of a Hashira in the dining area.”

You frowned, taking the book from him in thought, coming up with an excuse. “There was a man here earlier asking about adopting one of the children, but…I didn’t sense anything off about him.” You moved to place the book back in its designated place, but Muzan was right behind, pressing himself against you, and trapping your chest against the books.

“Even more Curious. Are you so weak now that you can’t tell when a Hashira has been here?” You held back a twitch at that. Muzan moved to turn you gently, “Allow me to rectify that.”

His blood of course. 

Muzan has always been miffed with the fact that you broke away from his curse, always attempting to bring you back under. You loved your independence. But this was something that couldn’t be avoided. If you turned it down, you were negligent and working with the Demon Slayers. Something he couldn’t have. 

You frowned, and lowered your head, only for him to catch it with a claw and gently tilt your head back up. “I was unaware of how weak my senses became.” You stared into his eyes, “It must have been caring for the children. I take full responsibility of my punishment my Lord.”

Muzan shook his head, cooing, “Nonono, even human children serve their purpose. Perhaps we can use this to our advantage.” His claw drawing figure eights on your skin. “My precious (Name), let me give you a gift?” 

His blood of course. 

“I would be honored.” There was really no way around it. You took a deep breath as the claw pierced your skin. 

Thoughts clear, don’t think. You would send an Owl to Tamayo tomorrow. It was too late for sending for a Curse Removal, and you can’t risk the Owl taking Muzan to her. You felt a liquid fire coursing through your veins. Adrenaline picking up, as your body absorbed it as if welcoming an old friend. You ended up leaning against Muzan for stability. 

You could feel him almost preen at the fact that he had you back. Withdrawing his claw he tilted your head up. (Name). 

You heard his voice loud and clear. My Lord, how may I be of service.

“Beautiful, I noticed you have some Breathing Styles, have you ever considered one of your children to be spies of sorts?” 

Mind blank, you tilted your head. “I merely collected them as a means to understand breathing styles and their possible connection to Demon Blood Art. However, you do pitch a wonderful idea.” Muzan handed you a Journal at this, you furrowed your brows at this, his fingers trailing yours as he did so. “Moon Breathing? But I have that…”

“Not this one.” Muzan purred. “Updated styles with Kokoshibo’s at least six more forms. Find one of the children to teach this to.” He tilted his head as he let go of the book. “I can even sacrifice one of my Lower Moons to make the kid a Hashira and get him close to Ubuyashiki.” 

You crossed your arms, as he seemed to be attempting to search your mind. “I’ll see about finding a Nichirin Sword in any case…”

“How did you manage it?” You were interrupted causing you to look up at the Demon. “Your mind is empty. I know you’re not an imbecile.”

You gave a shrug. “Demons have different abilities, I just learned not to think about things. Maybe this is one of them.” Muzan’s hand trailed your neck, you knew he debated on squeezing it.  “I daresay however, I thought you would appreciate it. You used to think my thoughts were so chaotic that you would tell me off for thinking.”

Muzan hummed, feeling his fingers trail against your neck, “This is true.” He stepped back and walked over to a window peering out into the night. “I prefer this actually. (Name) I want you to get stronger. You need to start eating again.”

You frowned, crossing your arms over your western gown, “I never stopped eating Humans. I just slowed down, as the town sends me offerings for taking care of their…’cursed children’; but if that is what you wish I shall.” 

The bundle in his arms shifted again, and he noticed your curious stare shift. “Oh, actually I brought you a gift.” he moved to pass the infant to you. “A snack.”

You could not stop the rage that rolled off of you at that. Muzan smirked finally getting a reaction out of you, you reigned it in when you realized you slipped up. “So thoughtful my Lord. And I haven’t given anything back. I feel so selfish…”

You felt his hand raise to your cheek, you were not used to him being so handsy with you. “You are my gift, get strong…” he turned to unlock the library door, his hand on the handle. “Oh, she’s the last of your line…Marechi. Savor every bite my dear.” he exited the room and soon your house.  

Rage flooded your mind, you saw red. You held the infant gently in one hand, while the other hand gripped the desk in the library with a grip so tight you splintered it. You felt your fangs grow as well. You picked up the lamp you had on your desk and threw it at the door. 

You held onto the child as your body slid to the floor. The Child crying at the shattering lamp, causing you to break down.  

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