#deeply hurt every time i think about their backstory

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

Only for you

Emo!Wanda Maximoff x FemReader

Word count: 4.2k

Summary: Just the above, but I also added some reader backstory

Warning: Reader backstory including: physical pain, arguing, bullying, mental instability, manipulation, R being held against her will Present time storyline: mutual pining, Unestablished lesbian relationship, slight teasing by the team, jealousy, posessiveness, love confessions, fluff, Happy!Ending <3

Joining the Avengers was a challenge. It wasn’t the constant work outs and strict diet to keep you healthy and strong, it wasn’t even the danger or the threats to your life, even the annoying attempts of the media to follow you and snap pictures of you didn’t bother you that much. They all got buried by the government before they saw the light of day anyway. It was the people. Not that you weren’t grateful to them. They had saved your life after all. Gave you a purpose in life. But… The Avengers were a tough group to get to know and even tougher to live with sometimes. Of course, some preferred having their own homes, like Clint and his family, or the notorious Captain Marvel, that didn’t even live on Earth, and just as expected, those that did live in the tower had their own floors, rooms, offices, so you didn’t even meet them that much, but that just made it even harder to really connect. That’s why Steve insisted on team building activities, training together, even attending Tony’s stupid parties, all in the name of bonding. The man meant well and he really had a big heart, but he just couldn’t see that some of the Avengers had very little in common.

The thing is… You were born a witch. Not from a powerful clan, or with deeply rooted ancestry, and you probably would have stayed that way, had you not made a terrible mistake. Truly, you were just angry at the time. Barely a teenager, who thought she had all the answers. You were arguing with your mother about something, not that you could even remember what for. It was probably so stupid. But you both lost your temper, screaming at each other, until she had sent you to your room. She thought she was de-escalating the situation, giving you both time to calm down. What she didn’t know is that you had been through her collection of spell books and brought them all to your room. So when you slammed the door behind you, stupidly, unthinkingly, you grabbed the books. You weren’t sure what kind of spell you were hoping to find. Just something to make all the emotions inside you stop raging. But you found an absorption spell instead. In your head, you thought that if you just learned this spell and then performed it, you’ll search through the books much faster and then you’d able to do… What? God, you had no idea. Thinking back now, that was such a ridiculous thing to do. But you learned the spell, grabbed the candles you had in your drawer, surrounded yourself with all the books you had taken and just started the chant, hands touching the pages of the books and starting to feel their content seeping into your skin. It stung! That’s what you remember most. The feeling of that black ink seeping into your skin, as if splitting it open to make its way inside, clawing its way in your veins. It hurt so bad, but it wouldn’t stop. You had said the words, and now the spell was doing its work, emptying the pages of the books around you. You tried to pull your hands away, struggled to get it to stop, but it wouldn’t. Every painful second felt like hours. The panic inside you was rising, watching the inky blotches making their way up your arms, crawling like black maggots under your skin, up your shoulders and neck… You were so scared, heart pumping wildly in your chest as you watched it happen, begging for it to finally stop.

But with the end of the spell, you found yourself facing a greater torment. You had taken too much, too fast for your brain to fully comprehend. All the words swirled in your head like a hurricane, making it impossible to distinguish your own thoughts. You tried to calm down, tried to put those racing thoughts in order, trying to meditate, just like your mother had thought you, but it was useless. It wouldn’t stop. In the end, it was your screams that attracted your mother to your room, panicked and scared, just as you were, trying to get you to tell her what you had done, but you couldn’t even put a sentence in order. Your brain was so scrambled, growing more incoherent by the second. Maybe that’s when you passed out? You couldn’t tell. You had very little recollections from that time. The next days were a blur. You don’t remember much. Just your room. Your mother told you that you were consumed by madness. Spewing lines from spells, incoherent and jumbled together. But sometimes you would get one right. She’d had to confine you to your room and bind you with runes, so you wouldn’t start casting without even knowing it. She told you it took you two weeks, before you started to come back to yourself. It was a miracle you even managed it. Some witches never recovered from such a thing. By the time you came back to your school, there were so many rumours about you, people whispering behind your back. You were changed. Thinner, more withdrawn, trying to keep to yourself. But kids were cruel and curious. They teased you, tried to get you to admit why you were missing from school all this time, attacking you, when you tried to ignore them. You should have known it was inevitable that you snapped and did something you’d regret.

It was just before summer break, you thought you had gotten through the worst of it, that you had your emotions under control, practicing every day, just so you could keep all the magic from spilling out. Many people didn’t know, but grimoires weren’t just books full of spells. Each spell, written within the pages was also a tiny bit of magic, leaving its imprint and taking root. You hadn’t just absorbed the knowledge, but the magic too. It was more than you’d ever felt, more than you knew how to control, so you practiced relentlessly. But when pushed, it bubbled to the surface. Fucking Madeleine Dupont, daughter of the Patric Dupont – owner of the biggest, most profitable manufacturing business in town, was obnoxious, spoiled, annoying and with a mean streak wider than her daddy’s newly acquired 23 acres of land for their grand mansion. The girl loved to pick on everyone, but recently, she had set her sights on you and in that fateful day, she and her friends cornered you into an empty classroom, taking drugs out of their pockets and trying to get you to take them. When “gentle” persuasion failed, one of them grabbed you, holding you by the hair and trying to force your face onto a desk, where they had spilled some powder. You didn’t even know what it is. But they started to overpower you, and the tears spilling down your cheeks as you tried to tell them that you didn’t want this, that you needed them to stop, only added to their exhilaration.

They eventually pinned you down, laughing menacingly as they tried to get you to breathe it in and you lost control, pushing them back with your magic, a wave of energy blasting through the whole room, making desks and chairs fly to the ground, just like the girls had done. You tried to reign yourself in, to stop the emotions from taking over, but you were mumbling spells already. You remember just a blast. You remember waking up in a cell, body strapped to a small hospital bed, being pumped full of something. And the woman. She was your “handler” and on most days, the only person you saw or spoke with. She told you what happened. You’d killed those girls. Part of the building collapsed because of what you had done and the rubble crushed them. You must have protected yourself on instinct. Survived it somehow. They were giving you medication, making sure you heal properly. And then your training could begin. They were HYDRA. And they had a special interest in people like you. They made it clear that they weren’t just your supposed saviours, but also your captors. They weren’t going to just let you leave their facility. Instead, they aimed to train you. You were one of the lucky ones. You learned that after you were rescued from that HYDRA base. They never tortured you physically. Instead, they decided that they could break your mind, already weakened by what you’d done to yourself. They aimed to convert you. Half your training was spells and magic, endurance, strength… The other part… That was indoctrination. And they used everything they knew about you just to do it. When you refused to say the right things, they withheld food, when you refused to train, they withheld water… When that didn’t work, they would use threats. Your mother. They weren’t above hurting her to make you behave. They weren’t above killing her, if you didn’t do what you’re told.

You often held out hope that she was looking for you. That she’d find you and save you. But she didn’t have half as much power as you did. And you couldn’t escape them. What luck would she have? Eventually, your only hope of escape was to save yourself and after a few failed attempts, you formed a plan. You did as you were told, said what they needed to hear and you trained. You trained every waking moment, making sure your body and mind would be strong enough to take on all the magic you invited into yourself. That absorption spell? You used it more often, although, you limited the amount of information this time. It always hurt, the headaches after each use were monstrous. But it was all worth it. You were going to get yourself out of there one day. Even if you had to take down the whole base to do it. But it was the Avengers who took it down and helped you out of there. They reunited you with your mother, your family, and after some time, they also offered you a job. A calling. To help people. Those who weren’t as fortunate as you. Those in need. And you said yes. That’s how you ended up in the Avengers tower. Despite the people, it was a lonely place. Few understood what you had been though, fewer still cared for what it had done to you. But you couldn’t blame them. They all had their own lives, their own problems to deal with, their own personal pain to wallow in. Natasha understood. She knew what being a prisoner was like, what it felt like to be forced to do things just to survive. Steve empathised. His big heart and his puppy dog eyes were unbelievably charming and he won you over easily. Clint brought normalcy to everyone’s lives. But most of the others were hard to relate to. Tony meant well, but he had a big mouth and he loved putting his foot in it. Bruce was always in his lab. Vision was kind, but he was also marked by the characteristics of his origin and hard to make a connection with. Thor… Where do you even start with Thor? But there was also Wanda.

She had joined before you, her story similar to yours, yet so different, marked by loss and heartache. She was a kindred spirit and easily a friend. She was a little older than you, her eyeliner thick, her black nail polish often chipped, her hair in a tight ponytail as she walked around the compound and she always smiled when she saw you. As the months passed, the two of you were inseparable, spending every waking moment together. You were one of the two people who wasn’t scared that she’d read your mind, who trusted her good intentions and good heart completely. The other was Vision. They had a bond, an understanding that you didn’t know how to share in. But you were happy that she had him in her corner, because the other Avengers always looked at her suspiciously, or avoided her and you never knew why. Wanda was a sweetheart. Her favorite way to watch sitcoms was with her cuddled up into your side, your fingers playing with her silky hair, that she always let down, when it was just the two of you in the room. And sure, she was a little emo, but you found that adorable. Her smile would only widen, when you’d use one of your many pet names for her and she would blush, when you complimented her cooking. And you used those all the time, because, the thing is, you were in love with her. You were desperately in love with Wanda Maximoff and you were ready to do just about anything to have her smile at you or shower you with her affection. Something she did practically all the time anyway. If the woman wasn’t also fiercely protective and an extremely powerful witch, you’d say she’s a puppy. But none of the others ever agreed, when you said so. They would cower, when she stepped into the room, avoid her eyes, when they needed to speak to her, they would step out of training rooms, when she walked in. You found it baffling. And somehow the treatment extended to you as well. The closer you got to her, the more they kept their distance.

Gone were the days when they would tease you playfully, when they would give you pointers on your techniques, when they would approach you for small gatherings that didn’t involve the whole team and you never knew why. Until today. You walked in the common room, only to find most of the team already there and you greeted them, before you made your way to the adjacent kitchen, listening to their banter as you made breakfast for yourself and Wanda. It was the dynamic you were used to and you were ready to join them, holding the bowls of food in your hands, when you noticed that the noise suddenly died down, replaced by tense silence. “Wanda.” Natasha greeted with a nod. “Natasha.” The younger woman acknowledged, stepping further into the room and scanning it for something. Not that she ever told them what she needs. She looked pissed. Her aura was dark and almost menacing, her shoulders squared, like she was ready for a fight, making everyone on edge and you couldn’t figure out why. “Hi, sweetheart!” You decide to finally greet her, showing yourself from behind the wall you had been standing, while you observed all this. “Sweetheart?” Tony lifted an eyebrow, an amused smile creeping up his lips. Wanda only threw him a glare, but she accepted your hug happily, taking you into her arms and when you pulled away, she only let you turn into her hold, facing the group, while her hands stayed firmly around you. “Let’s go have breakfast in my room.” She suggested in your ear, ready to practically drag you out of there. “Why not join all of us for breakfast?” Steve raised his voice, gesturing to the big table he was already sitting at. “That’d be nice.” You nodded, before Wanda had any chance to refuse. “Come on, Wands, I already fixed you a bowl.” You told her. “Yes, Wands, we haven’t seen you in ages.” Tony agrees, emphasising the nickname you had used.

Feeling like she didn’t have much of a choice, Wanda agreed, sitting next to you and pulling your chair practically into her side, so she’d have you as close to her as she could, while she ate quietly. But the team felt like they had stumbled onto something. They had felt the shift in mood within her, as soon as she saw you and they weren’t going to let it go so easily. At first they tried their playful banter on her, asking her about her day, about her interests, about her training, just anything to see a reaction, but none actually came. It was only when you spoke that she would light up. She would smile, when she listened to you, when she forgot that it wasn’t just the two of you in the room. But it was the little blush that showed on her cheeks, when you called her “darling” that first sparked an idea within them. “Hey, Y/N, I hear you tried your hand against Cap here.” Bucky stared off, attracting your attention. “Tried being the key word. Hand to hand I don’t stand a chance, but with a little magic…” You trailed off, shrugging. “Who knows…” “Yeah?” His smile widens. “Well, if you’re looking for a challenge, join me for a spar this afternoon.” He invited. “She’s training with me this afternoon.” Wanda practically growled, looking up from her bowl for just a second, to stare down Bucky. Her glare was murderous. “That’s too bad, I was hoping for a little magic.” The man said, obviously bating Wanda. “Then perhaps you should train with me. I have magic.” Wanda snarled, summoning a ball of energy between her fingers for a moment, just to get her point across and luckily, the man was smart enough to back off. “Well, if you’re busy training, perhaps I can finally take dear Y/N to get a proper costume. The two of you can’t keep borrowing my leather jackets and pretend that it’s a real suit.” Natasha interjected. “What do you say dear?” She asked, her voice dropping an octave. “I already have some ideas in mind. You can try them on for me.” She suggested, noting the way Wanda’s knuckles turned white around her spoon. “And I’m sure Tony can make some improvements.” “Oh yeah.” The man chimed in, happy to take his own turn teasing Wanda. “I’ll have to get your measurements of course. To make sure it fits perfectly.” He says casually, but the idea of it makes Wanda’s blood boil. “She’s busy today.” Wanda retorts, before you even get a chance to open your mouth and you find yourself surprised to see her so tense. “Tomorrow perhaps.” Tony shrugs, taking on Wanda’s glare. “I’ll make time for her.” He adds. “She’s mine.” Wanda snaps, raising from her seat and balling her fists. “What was that?” Tony pretends not to hear her, smirking at the pissed off witch. “I said, she’s mine.” Wanda grits out, turning to you, ready to drag you out of the room.

It’s then that she realizes what she had said. That you were right there next to her, looking at her with a mixture of disbelief and hopefulness. The thing is, Wanda was desperately in love with you too. She was also, as the team quickly started to realize, extremely possessive, and she wasn’t going to watch every man and woman in the room flirt with you. The only problem was that she hadn’t told you all that. Scared to ruin your friendship and loose you for good, she opted for hiding her feelings, which only intensified her jealousy. She hadn’t staked her claim on you and it made her scared that someone else might. So every time you weren’t with her, she’d be on edge, lurking in corners, sending people glares whenever they spoke to you, hoping to keep them away until she could finally tell you how she felt. Such behaviour had earned her a reputation in the Tower as grumpy, and since everyone knew how dangerous she could be, they tried to stay away. Now, however, cornered and taken by surprise, she had let it slip. And you were right next to her, so it was impossible that you didn’t hear her earlier words. “Y/N…” She stutters, taken aback. “I didn’t mean… I…” She stumbled over her words. And the audience didn’t help in the slightest. She felt crowded. Tony’s smug smirk seemed to taunt her, Bucky and Steave sharing a knowing giggle between them, Natasha, who somehow looked unphased and simply amused at the whole scene, it was all overwhelming. And then, there was you. Shocked at what you’d heard and looking at her in disbelief. God, she needed to get out of there… Before she had a chance to say much else, before she could think it all through, she stormed out. She didn’t even know how she ended up in the hallway, her legs carrying her on their own, when she heard your voice. “Wanda!” You were calling out her name, jogging slightly to catch up to her. “Wanda, please wait!” You called out again, seemingly not for the first time. “Please, we should talk about this.” You said, watching her stop, so she could wait for you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N…” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I had to get out of there.” She tried to say, her voice shaking a little with all the emotions that were raging inside her. “It’s ok. I understand.” You nodded, taking her hand, so you could help her feel more grounded.

The small touch between you, just the feeling of your hand in hers felt electrifying and she easily took the other one as well, pulling you close, until she could have you in her arms, securing you in a tight embrace and making you look up at her. “You don’t understand.” She said, hands shaking. “I’m so in love with you. I have been for months now. And I was so scared to tell you, so scared of loosing you, that I just…” She paused, struggling to find the right words. “And the way they were talking to you, the way they all looked at you… I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you. I want you to be mine. I want you all to myself. I want to fall asleep next to you and wake up with you in my arms, I want to spend every day showing you that I love you. I want… You!” She confessed, her arms tightening around you, as if you’d escape her grasp somehow. “Oh, Wanda…” You whispered, a gentle smile farming on your lips as you watched her eyes sparkle. “I’ve been in love with you too. And I didn’t know how to tell you…” You said, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. The moment felt heavy, thick with emotions as you both stood frozen in time, eyes glued to the other, when suddenly a voice, startled you both. “Maximoff, kiss the girl already!” Tony said smugly, followed by cheers from the people around him. Were they watching you on the hallway cameras this whole time? Not that you had time to think about that, when Wanda was leaning closer, her eyes flashing red, before she shortened the distance between you both, until she was only a breath away. Her features were so different now, she was smiling as she held you, biting her lips, eyes full of adoration and longing.

When she finally placed her lips on yours, a gentle caress at first, it felt like you were in heaven. You had wished for this moment for so long, imagined it every night, before you fell asleep, dreamt of it and longed for it and it was finally happening and you just couldn’t get enough. When she felt your eager lips on hers, Wanda didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, tongue darting out, asking for permission to taste you further and mingling with yours, once you allowed her access. It was only when she pushed you against the nearest wall, trapping your body with hers, that you finally paused. “We’re giving everyone a show.” You reminded her, head pointing to the camera in the corner. “Never.” Wanda smirked, her magic flashing once more, to show you that she had disabled the feed, before you even kissed. “Only I’m allowed to see you like this. I would never share you with anyone else.” She said with a note of possessiveness that you were growing to love, the more you saw it. She kissed you again. And then again, greedy hands squeezing your hips. She could never get enough of you. She felt drunk on you and only reluctantly pulled away when you both needed to breathe. “We should get back.” You said reluctantly. “Let’s go to my room instead. We’ll take it slow. We don’t have to do anything. I just want you all to myself.” She suggested. “I don’t want to share you.” “Wait… Is that why everyone thinks you’re so grumpy?” You suddenly realized, remembering countless times, when Wanda has wanted your undivided attention, skipping events and avoiding people. She didn’t say anything, but at this point you didn’t need her to. “We should show them how wrong they are. You’re amazing and warm and loving and sweet and I want everyone to know that.” You told her honestly. “But we’ll go to my room after?” She held you firmly, refusing to let you go just yet. “Yes, we’ll go to your room after.” You nodded happily. “I’ll even let you pick what we’re watching.” You added teasingly. Wanda smiled, pulling away just enough to let you straighten yourself and she held your hand, letting you guide her back to the common room, watching your hips sway seductively. It was sweet, she thought, that you believed she’d be wasting her time with sitcoms, when she could finally have you the way she’s wanted you for so long… _______________________________________________________ Hi, dear anon. I hope that you are happy with the story you got for your request! <3

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[ohnoitstbskyen]

"Luffy... help me..."

It's often been said about One Piece that you should "read it until Arlong Park," but it's one very specific MOMENT in Arlong Park that's important here. If this resonates with you, you're a One Piece fan, and if it doesn't, well, maybe it's not for you.

Let me tell you about it.

TRANSCRIPT:

Which are the best panels in One Piece?

It's often said in the One Piece community that you should stick with it until Arlong Park, and if you're not into One Piece by that point, THAT's when you know it's not a series for you.

I think this is true, and the reason why is this scene. This scene is how you know.

Nami has spent eight years working on her own, since she was a child of only ten, lying, deceiving, stealing, fighting and scamming, all to gather the money that Arlong wants so she can save her village. And now with the goal in sight, Arlong uses the Navy (all Marines are bastards) to steal her money so he can keep exploiting her.

The villagers she has been protecting have had enough, and are going to throw themselves at the fishmen and die, and the beloved friends she made on the Straw Hat Crew keep refusing to leave even though she KNOWS that Arlong will kill them. Her every ray of hope and all of her attempts at keeping control have failed and now, reduced to incoherent rage and sorrow, she sits in the dirt stabbing a dagger into the tattoo on her shoulder, because hurting herself is the only thing she can do to spite Arlong.

And then Luffy comes along and stops her.

She yells at him, throws dirt at him, rejects him, tells him to f*** off basically, and when he doesn't… because she has nothing else left, because there's no plan, because everything is falling down around her, she finally lets down her walls, and says what's in her heart. "Luffy… help me." (p 200, first panel)

And Luffy takes off his hat, his treasure, and gives it to her, and walks forward, and with his characteristic cartoony ridiculousness screams as loud he possibly can "OF COURSE I WILL."

Luffy doesn't know why she needs him. He doesn't know why she lied, why she stole the ship, he doesn't know about Belle-Mère or Nojiko or Nami's deal with Arlong. And he doesn't need to know, because she's his friend and she's his crew, and he loves her, she doesn't need a tragic backstory to deserve his help, she deserves it because she needs it, she deserves it because she asked.

Luffy knows that every time Nami tried to push him away, every time she told him to fuck off and leave her, her heart wasn't in it. Just like he'll know it with Robin, just like he'll know it with Sanji. And he knows that when she asks him for help, she has never meant anything more deeply in her life.

For that, he will move mountains. For that, he will level fortresses, he will smite gods and he will slay dragons. For love does Luffy do these things.

People hype up the moment when the crew get together and go to Arlong Park as the best moment of this chapter, and I'm not gonna say that it isn't awesome. Badass as hell, absolutely certified.

But… this chapter belongs to Nami, and her moment right here, because this is the moment that a girl who has fought so hard and so alone for so long finally finds the strength and the courage that it takes to trust someone else to lift your burdens.

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[muffinsandstardust]

Foolish is already attached to Jeffery Scooby.

and he doesn't like that.

long ramble i'm not sure it'll make sense but i have brainrott and the fact foolish cares so deeply about things but is SCARED of how much he cares fascinates me. yes this is going to touch on the empreg alien chest buster things.

so let's go over the background: foolish is the type of person who will call the aliens he gave birth to his children, but will kill them if they hurt anyone soon after giving birth. who calls roier and cellbit his sons and says he'll always be there if they want. he found out arin didn't know anything and agreed to be his parent. YESTERDAY (10/15) he was debating on if he could call bagi daughter or not. don't even get me started on leo and how he dotes on her.

and then we have history with mini mes. DSMP days the first thing he said he wanted on the server was a "mini me," a son, a "little foolish jr." during his presidential campaign he was adovating for getting mini me's who could help him build. i think he's even called leo a mini-me when she's worn the foolish head.

and then the fact he's said every single totem is alive. every single one. and he feels physical pain when they die. everyone else sees them as lifeless statues but he doesn't. what are totems but mini versions of him giving their lives for someone else? as such he's vowed to never use totems. has asked bad to use them less.

that's the BACKSTORY of this analysis. now we're going get into foolish's fear of attachment.

foolish has always been cautious of attachments. in people but even more so with things such as pets and npcs. he was scared to hold foolish jr because he was so scared of him dying. the first couple of weeks he said it was ok if foolish jr died because hecould a replacement!! but he didn't want to risk it. (he didn't want him to die, but he had accepted it was a possiblity). then he got finley and jr and a back up. a just-in-case kid.

better people than me have analyized his relationship with jaiden and how he set out to use her. he didn't want to get attached to her. but he did. he did get attached and now she's the person he relys on most. the person he cares about most. "anyone but jaiden." he said to bad.

it's really hard not to view all this from an immortal route but look at what happened when he did get attached to people on the qsmp. they left him. first arin, then vegetta, now leo. or they've been used against him by people on the island. (forever attacking leo. mike pretending to kill leo. maximus and pierre saying they would kill vegetta and leo. hell even cucurucho used mr. mustard against him.) it has been pounded into his head that attachments are BAD. attachments = weakness. weakness that other people can use against him. and he KNOWS as a person playing all sides, people aren't going to see it his way and will want to hurt him.

so he can't show weakness. can't show his emotions. can't get attached. has to laugh when people accuse him of being unfeeling. play it up so people don't look too closely. and when people do see him cracking what does he do? he runs. he physically flees from showing emotions. from showing vulnerability. from showing weakness. don't get me wrong his happy mask and avoidance of all things leo is due to a BUNCH of things not just his fear of attachments. but that's not what this is about.

so foolish took the egg from the federation building and the first thing he did was go to his safe space. a place where only thoses he allows can enter and only he can place and break blocks. the capy kingdom. foolish was arguably the person most excited to get a mini him but he waits. he talks to his friends first.

he takes his friends to the village and hatches the baby there. calling it a baby and his son the whole time. he gives the girls permission to leave their minis in the village because this is a place where they'll be guaranteed safe.

let's look at the events leading to foolish saying he wants a name change for Jeffery. panicking when jeffery wasn't in his sight, worrying when jeffery got too close to the edge, (discovering jeffery can take damage but regains health), philza and wilbur getting close to the capy kingdom. paranoia that philza and wilbur could be "hunting", hiding jeffery in the attic and telling everyone to crouch if they get too close. mouse pushing jeffery towards the edge. jaiden seemed like she was going to get mad at BALLS??????? getting hurt.

it's only AFTER ALL THAT he says Jeffery isn't his son. that he wants to change jeffery's name. it's too personal. he doesn't want this to be a son. (he can't allow himself to consider it a son. it's too fragile. it WILL die. he knows this. someone will kill it. better kill any attachment now.) so he stresses about it. how do you give it a name that doesn't feel personal? how do you give something idenity without getting attached? you can't.

i think that's what foolish realized and why he was getting so stressed about picking a new name. he wanted to change it to something that would distance himself from it but by giving it a name he's already attaching himself to it and he hates that.

Foolish: at first i was happy with jeffery but when jeffery dies i don't want it to be like: "oh no jeffery!" i want it to be like: [stiff emotionless voice] "we lost KELP. zero zero one." mouse: what are you- what?! ... you want- you just wannna have an army of numbers? foolish: UH. UH YEAH. that way i can get away- cause then i'll mouse: (punches him) you're internalizing your trauma of losing your first child! foolish: wait! nono i don't think so! i think it's just- all the girls: you are foolish: it's-more-like not lost, it's-more-of-like-still-around and it's oneofthosewhere it's like- i-don't-wanna-replace-it-with- mouse: that's why you don't want to connect to anymore of them! foolish: oh sh!t. maybe you're right. .... ANYWAYS.

now let's at foolish's actions and words before and after the name change. foolish repeating over and over "no not my son. just a number." saying son and child and then flinching away from it and correcting it. "would i do this if i cared?!" but at the same time he's telling the girls not to take the minis anywhere until they know it's safe. he's becoming nervous when felps implies he's going to kill Scooby. he's pushing ? away from any danger. whispering to it: "hi! i'm you great-granpa-granma." panicking when pac tried to push it into the magma block. and then changing his attitude when cellbit started talking about torturing it. being so excited to do tasks and WANTING to do tasks so badly and not wanting to wait. making sure scooby is safe before logging out. loging in at the end of his stream just to do tasks. "did jeffery just die?!" scolding it when it suffocates.

all together it paints a picture not where foolish doesn't care, but one where he already cares and is trying to kill that attachment before Scooby dies.

#qsmp #qsmp spoilers #foolish gamers #q!foolish #qsmp foolish #c!foolish #character analysis #qsmp theory #qsmp quotes #qsmp minimes #foolish brainrott real

[erabu-san]

IDK if someone want to read my Fremillei Brainrot but... here.

FREMILLEI TALKING, watching landscape ( ANGST A BIT (dont worry it ends well) it is not a fanfic bcuz lol i am so bad at writing (if it is not in french)

**CW : self depreciation**

**SLIGHT SPOIL : FREMINET BACKSTORY**

FORGIVE MY POOR ENGLISH BYEEE

Freminet suddenly being pessimist about himself, saying how he can only bring disappointment

"Don't say that !"

Collei shouting a bit fierce, which made Freminet jumping a bit

"You are also have your own strenght-"

He already heard those speech from his big sister but... it sounded different from Collei's mouth

"Look ! You can repare machine, you create toys... that's amazing ! Not everyone can do that ! In Sumeru, we could hire you in Kshahrewar Darshan... Freminet, you are amazing ! You can also diving, fishing..."

Freminet didn't know what to say, he is always gloomy.. "I am sorry Collei... you are just- amazing... compared to me I-"

"Please don't say that.."

Collei looks down.

Freminet suddenly felt guilty

"I am also like you, Freminet" her voice trembling

The young man was perplexed, but too scared to offense, he stayed in silent and just listen

"I feel terrible toward myself. Look, I am slow-learning, it still hard for me to read and write. I made a lot of mistake, I felt miserable... I am so scared to fail, I am so anxious when it comes people expectation... and my dark past growing back, my mind becomes weak and it is overwhelming... and sometime I can't resist them.. it hurts everywhere... it is like..." she stopped. She looked at the sky, trying to not cry. And after her pause, she turned her face to Freminet, with a smile but a broken voice

"It is like I am drowning."

Oh. Those words... that's exactly how he felt too. Those words resonated in him.

"I.. I stopped to trust people ! I hated my mother for giving me up. I hated everyone. But more than hating everyone, I hated myself..."

Freminet couldn't help to think about his mother.. when he didn't know the truth, did he hate her ? Did he hate the orphenage before "Father" took it..? Now he mature a bit, the only person he hate is... himself.

By this thought, he clenched his fist.

Collei took a deep breath and shouted

"BUT LIFE KEEPS GOING"

Freminet startled for a second time

"I met friends... family ! Who are dear to me. They give me their hands. They helped me. They are so patient with me. They love me. I can tell how genuine are their feelings...! And I am grateful to them. I love them too ! To repay them... I decided to become the best person I can be..! Being gloomy won't help me in this goal."

She looked in Freminet's eyes, with a determination stares. It was hard for him to be removed from her gazes.

"So yes, Freminet ! You are also amazing on your own way ! Please believe in you, at least for those you wish to protect !

You also have people you deeply care, right ?"

"Y..yes..."

Collei was silent, it looks like she wished him to continue.

Freminet took Pers in his hands stared his blue eyes.

"When I was young, I fantasized of.. just being emotionless. But, the more I grew up, the more I discovered I was hypersensitive.. it is one of my big weakness."

He did a pause, looking at Pers, deep in his thought.

"The orphenage is my home, and every children was considered like my family but... it felt more like we are just gears to make a big machine functionning. I didn't mind it, at least, I was useful. Everytime I felt lonely, I only have Pers with me."

He wanted to cry. The number of time "Father" scolded him, but he couldn't cry because "Father" hate those who cry.

Collei, was still listening, with an empathic look, as she understood what he was feeling.

"But...! I met Lyney and Lynette and.. even if they were inseparable, Lyney always called me little brother.. Lynette always console me ! In this big family, Lyney and Lynette are my genuine companions, and I can claim it ! And now I also met traveler, and Paimon.. ! I-..."

Ah, this is bad, he wanted to cry so much.

Collei encouraging him, tears in her eyes.

Freminet would usually ran away and go deep underwater, in his safe place, to cry all his heart.. only Romaritime flowers as witness.

But, he bursted to tear, couldn't keep all this feeling for himself anymore.

"I DEEPLY LOVE THEM..!"

Collei smiling, while a tear falling on her cheek

"..yes !"

They both usually alone when they started to feel overwhelmed. But this time, flowers, clouds, and them together were their companions.

////

AFTER A WHILE THEY STOP SOBBING

they are both pretty embarassed but they laughed

This is the first time they both cry with someone else, and.. that's a weird feeling !

#talk #idk what to tag huh #fremillei #I JUST READ FREMINET'S BACKSTORY AND MY BRAIN START TO BRAINROT #haha i would be surprised if someone really read all of this 🫣🫣 #but gosh... as someone who also suffered from depression but is now healed (in some way) #they are both super important for me 😭 #freminet needs to know the warm of friendship so he could accept to have therapy #two kids being sad but one is doing their best to heal and the other one is one his way to accept healing #tw : self depreciation

[grandlinedreams]

omfg i did not realize ur requests were open! You're my favorite one piece writer!!!! The way you write the characters especially Law feels so canon huhu

Since Law seems to have a knack for picking up strays and taking them under his wing, may i request something platonic for Law which includes him encountering someone that reminds him of himself when he was young? Someone young and hurt and so so angry at the world, teeth bared, until someone showed them gentleness? Someone who loves like a feral dog, biting in defence when someone tries to pet it? (is it obvious i love dog references in regards to love yet?? lol).

He takes them in and they become deeply loyal to him, always following his shadow and being protective. Law gave them a home and taught them to love while Reader heals a part of Law's inner child because Law gets to help someone the way he wished to be helped as a child.

It all circles back to what Cora did for Law really. Instead of creating a cycle of abuse, its a cycle of love and care.

Thank you!!

Hiya papaya!! I'm honored to be a favorite but also I really hope that I can do this justice for you bc that's such a neat concept :(

[Heads up!: platonic relationship, some angst, more a little delve into Law as a person, Dressrosa/Law backstory spoilers]

You remind Law of himself as a kid.

Were he anyone else, it might have been a fond sentiment, wrapped in sugared memories ㅡ but no. You remind Law of himself because he understands what you're going through perhaps more than anyone.

The sullen expression and white knuckled fists, bloodied fingers and bruised skin, testifying to your wild animal ferocity in the face of a world that's been far crueler than it needs to be ㅡ he knows.

He was you, all those years ago.

And he knows exactly what will happen if he leaves you like this. He knows someone will slink out of the shadows, whisper poisoned words in your ear, sharpen your fangs and claws against the wrong people in the name of what they think is good.

He won't let that happen to someone else, not if he can help it. He feels like he owes it to Corazon, owes it to you ㅡ and owes it to himself, just a little bit.

He has absolutely no idea how this will go, but he wants to try.

ㅡ

"Why did you help me?"

The question stops Law in his tracks, finding you watching him, eyes dark and wary of the answer. You're undoubtedly waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to make demands of you, set a debt to be paid back.

He knows it'll take more time before those claws truly retract, before you stop jumping at shadows and holding everything at arms length. But you're trying too, he knows that. (Bepo told him about the other day, when you'd asked Ikkaku a thousand questions about the internals of the Polar Tang, drinking in every word.)

"Because I know what it's like to lose everything." His voice is soft and low, hopes you won't lash out and demand to know what he knows of loss ㅡ because he knows plenty. It wreathes his entire existence like smoke, trailing tendrils into every aspect of who he is. "I know what it's like to be angry."

To ask why, over and over, desperate for answers from gods who choose to remain deaf and blind to those pleas. The world is hardly fair, deals cruel hands in spades and cares little for the aftermath.

"It's not fair." Your voice is a knife blade, aimed to sink into the softest parts. "What did I do to deserve this? Why am I being punished? What am I supposed to do?"

He remembers asking that, too. If he and his town were cursed, if they'd done something wrong to be taken by either disease or people afraid of them. He remembers being angry, that he'd gladly have let it swallow him whole, let himself blaze with it until it hollowed him, left him as a charred testament to who he'd once been.

But Cora ㅡ Cora, who'd owed him nothing, not when Law had sank that knife into him, hoping to kill him ㅡ had doused those flames. Put them out, raked over smoldering coals, refused to let him burn out the way he wanted to. Cora hadn't let him give up, and he's not going to let you either.

"You live," Law says. "I'm not saying that it'll stop hurting, or that the anger goes away entirely. But you take it and you find reasons to live."

"...I don't want to live for myself." Voice tiny, you curl in on yourself, shoulders trembling. "I want my family back. I just want to see them again."

He's no good at this, just as awkward as Cora had been, both men from broken homes and troubled pasts ㅡ both trying to ensure someone else didn't fall down the wrong path.

Warmth drapes over your shoulders, the tickle of feathers at your neck ㅡ and a hand on your head, trying to comfort.

"Then you live for them," he says. "Until you can find a reason to live for yourself, you live for them."

#ㅡmine. #one piece scenario #uhh i don't feel it appropriate to put this under the usual tags? idk #trafalgar law x reader #there ig #ㅡanswered. #anonymous

[bird-inacage]

Love in the Air: Sky’s Truth Scene

So the other scene I MUST absolutely do a deep dive on is Sky’s truth scene. This occurs immediately after the ambush aftermath. Before Sky had even stepped into the condo, he made a promise to himself that he would tell Prapai the truth. Because not sharing his past with Prapai was slowly eating him up inside. In this episode, it’s revealed that Sky was living in fear of what Prapai would think of him, of how he would react once he found out.

So Sky decides to tell Prapai that Gun abused him and essentially shares a short re-telling of what we saw in the flashbacks. This is Sky finally telling Prapai his truth, and the cause for this trauma. As painful as it is for Sky to share that incident with Prapai, its the final piece of the puzzle that allows Sky to impart why he is the way he is, to the man that he loves.

As Sky is telling his story, Prapai is incredibly gentle and quiet throughout. He constantly strokes the back of Sky’s head - provides his warm, steadfast presence and allows Sky to say what he needs to say. This stroking action is a gesture of comfort first and foremost. We see Prapai do this a lot with Sky, but it also acts as a coaxing action. ‘It’s okay, you tell me in your own time, take it easy, I’m listening.’

Then Sky says the part that upsets Prapai the most.

“I’m trash. I’m damaged goods. When I returned home, I was like a broken doll. I didn’t speak. Didn’t listen. I spaced out so much that my dad got worried.”

For Sky, these are his inner demons. These are the poisonous type of inner thoughts that have plagued him ever since the abuse. Thoughts that have been deeply ingrained on Sky’s psyche. This isn’t just about how he felt back then, its how he still feels now. And Prapai has seen facets of that first-hand. The fact that Sky says this with a self-deprecating smile, speaks volumes. It’s not conjecture in Sky’s mind, it’s a matter of fact. Like he’s admitting a shameful part of his own character.

As Prapai listens to Sky say these things about himself, it deeply, deeply hurts him. One, because it insinuates a degree of self-loathing that derives from thinking this was brought on by one’s self. That Sky still believes he was at fault for causing this to happen. Sky doesn’t say, ‘He’s trash, He’s damaged, He’s an absolute lowlife for doing this to me’, it’s ‘I’m the worst, I’m nothing, I’m worthless’. And Prapai cannot bear hearing Sky say that about himself. Two, that Prapai (who loves Sky so dearly), knows and sees that Sky is everything but those things.

Sky is sweet, he’s considerate, he’s loving. The Sky backstory really cemented my take on that Sky has always been an ardent child who wants desperately to be loved and to love. He just has so much love to give. And we saw evidence of this at the start of the episode. Sky is adorably clingy, he’s affectionate, he’s wanting. When he’s finally opened up to another human being, he showers them with his undiluted love and attention. And that earnest love is so distinctly palpable and wholesome. Sky truly gives his everything to someone he loves. Every ounce and every drop of himself he can muster.

Prapai remains silent, shaking his head in disbelief and seemingly taking this all in, but his eyes are screaming out. You can literally hear the thoughts in his head blaring, ‘No, that’s not true. None of what you’re saying is true. You’re the most incredible person I know. I love you so much. Please, please don’t say that about yourself.’ When you love someone else, you see all the amazing qualities they possess, the qualities that made you fall in love with them in the first place. To have your significant other say such awful things about themselves, knowing that there’s no easy way or quick fix to erase the cumulative years of self-hatred, is just unbearable. Loving someone isn’t enough to convince them to love themselves. Healing is very much a process that has to take place within oneself. Prapai knows this, and so he doesn’t deny what Sky’s saying. Because denying those things won’t dilute the impact they have on Sky. So all he can do is be heartbroken on Sky’s behalf. To mourn the Sky that could have been if none of this had happened.

When you hear stories in retrospect, aware that you cannot change the course of history, it can cause anyone to feel immensely helpless. Knowing that there’s nothing you can do to repair the past. This may also be a real point of fear for Prapai. It could have so easily gone a different way. For Sky to bear the brunt of that trauma and come out the other side - to be how he is and where he is today is nothing short of a miracle. There was always another possible trajectory in which Prapai never meets Sky. A version of events where Prapai doesn’t ever get to prove to Sky that he deserves to be loved and cherished. Where Prapai doesn’t get to do his darned best to heal and protect Sky. Prapai can now vividly envision how much could have been at stake, and how much could be have been lost. This wonderful love he may have never even known.

Then Sky asks, “Can I love you? Can I?” And this is such an fitting piece of dialogue that encompasses Sky so completely. He desperately loves Prapai, and wants to love him freely, fully. But he feels he has to ask permission. That little additional “Can I?” sounds like the child in Sky speaking. ‘Please let me love you. Please don’t turn me away.’ It almost sounds like Sky is additionally implying, ‘I know my love may be a burden, but I promise I’ll be good and I won’t overstep.’ This links back to what Sky said last episode about Gun trying to programme Sky to be obedient. The fact that Sky even feels he has to ask just destroys Prapai, who has wanted nothing but Sky’s love. Who treasures Sky’s love above all else.

Sky asking if he can love Prapai can also be interpreted as - do I deserve to love again? Do I deserve to burden you with my baggage, with myself? Am I even capable of loving again (like a normal, undamaged person)? Akin to how Sky’s nightmares still plague him, Sky feels a huge sense of hopelessness over the shadow this has cast over him and his future. He has no idea when he will be free of this, if ever.

Every step of this conversation peels back another layer of Sky’s withered sense of his own self-worth. A chasm that Gun intentionally created. So Prapai is understandably tearful and devastated 

And yet Sky, despite all this, is still the caring and considerate soul that he always has been. He asks Prapai why he’s crying and carefully wipes away his tears. Through all his insecurities and anxieties, Sky is still able to believe in Prapai’s good and Prapai’s devotion. He doesn’t want Prapai to cry out of guilt over something he could have in no way prevented. Because Sky is thankful. He’s immensely grateful. For everything Prapai has done for him. For everything Prapai wishes he could have done for him. It certainly doesn’t eradicate the past, but its a colossal comfort to Sky. It’s gives him strength to keep fighting.

Prapai goes on to emphasise that this isn’t about Sky asking whether he deserves to love Prapai, but Prapai can’t bear the thought of Sky loving anyone but him. Because Prapai loves him so much, he’s possessive and fiercely protective. He knows what a beautiful human being Sky is, and just how lucky he is to have Sky’s affection. So he also wants Sky affections to belong only to him, and to him alone.

I do believe that Sky finally sharing this with Prapai was clearly a huge weight off his chest. Yes, this conversation by no means ‘fixes’ the issues and trauma that Sky is still working through. But Sky and Prapai are taking those healthy first steps to allow Sky to begin healing properly, thoroughly. And that begins with acknowledgement, transparency, and letting go.

#LITA #love in the air #love in the air series #love in the air episode 13 #LITA finale #LITA meta #LITA analysis #prapaisky #paisky #prapai x sky #sky x prapai #yes i have a lot to say about this scene too #i love sky so much

[cursedvibes]

Hi..... Can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series (until now)? Thanks....

No problem. It gives me a great excuse to whip out this image of my top 9 jjk faves

They're not in order here, but compared to other categories, I don't actually have such a hard time ranking characters.

Kenjaku

I've talked about them a bunch, most recently on the last ask about my favourite characters, so I'll just summarize what I love about them: mad scientist + family drama + trans + chill & genre-savvy + Japanese history + body snatcher

2. Yuuji

Also like him for how he's a pretty unusual shonen protagonist. He's not overpowered, he doesn't want to become the jujutsu king/kage/president and almost every shonen mc trope he does exhibit gets punished or beaten out of him. He nontheless doesn't lose his base compassion for people. That compassion is also what will drive him to kill if he has to, something for the few people he actually hates. He's selfless to the point of suicidal. His whole character arc(s) revolves around him finding a satisfying way to die and now being forced to also find a satisfying reason to live (with how jjk is going, I don't think he'll find that but he's not able to die either). His conflicts with the villains are deeply personal, he doesn't just challenge them on the basis of them breaking the law or being some nebulous depiction of a bad person. That's how it starts out, but he can't beat them on that basis alone. He was only able to really hurt Mahito and defeat him after he accepted their personal connection and similarities.

3. Tengen

Problematic conservative grandma. She's really the root of all of the problems in jujutsu society, she's the one who build up the entire basis of the series from world building to the antagonists. Without her Kenjaku wouldn't be who they are right now, they would likely not try to challenge the system and forcefully advance humanity in the way they do and might even be dead for hundreds of years. Gojo wouldn't exist without her either. Riko wouldn't either and she also wouldn't have died the way she did. Same for Yuki. Sukuna might largely be influenced by her as well. She's responsible for so much of what's happening in the series, but gets all too easily overlooked both in-universe and outside. Her whole backstory is so fascinating, her relationship to Kenjaku drives me crazy and I do find her stubborn, kinda grumpy personality quite charming. Also gnc as fuck.

4. Uraume

While in Sukuna's case I really care more about his backstory than him as a person and find his personality not that exciting, it's the opposite for Uraume. I do want that Heian flashback and also see where Uraume came from and how they met Sukuna, but what I really like about them is their personality. At first glance they appear so calm and collected, just a loyal servant without much autonomy, but they're actually so much more. There's so much passion in them, they are so easy to tick off and always ready for violence. Especially in combination with Kenjaku they are so entertaining. I need to see them cook more often. Preferably human. That brief glimpse we got when they prepared Sukuna's bath was so good. The way they pinned down and sliced up those curses without destroying them...I want to see them do the same with humans.

5. Angel

Heian era's craziest paladin. I just love how hypocritical and bloodthirsty she is. She has her sense of justice and right and wrong, she doesn't pretend like everyone has to agree with it, but she will still mercilessly kill everyone in her way or who she just doesn't like for one reason or another. If Kenjaku is a social butterfly, she's a social caterpillar. I miss her just blatently telling the protagonists that she doesn't care about their goals or innocent people dying. She must have been wonderful to witness in politics. I'm really curious how her relationship to the Abe clan looked liked. It's such a shame that all that got toned down, so Sukuna didn't get one-shotted and Gojo could be freed. The volume 24 extra show though that Gege does care about her or at least her technique, giving me some hope that she will actually get something to do again soon. Once we get her backstory, she could easily rank above Uraume. Btw, I want more panels where Angel is just a mouth. No Hana, just that mouth with a monotone background and overly detailed teeth. It looks so fantastically creepy.

Favourite Moments

1. Kenjaku talking to Kogane

It's just such a good moment that does a lot for Kenjaku's characterization, their goals and relationship to Tengen (and arguably also Yuuji). Still feeling pretty ambivalent about ch222, but this was undeniably a highlight. It has had a tight grip on my mind ever since. I could write whole essays about it, starting with the scenary of it all. Kenjaku sitting alone, the only one in focus and the only one in the light, while being in front of a game console with two controllers that remain untouched and without a game running while talking to someone/something that/who can't hear them or can't understand them. Kogane is basically just a computer. It can't give insightful answers or challenge Kenjaku's beliefs, while Tengen has also lost all autonomy and most of her personality I assume. She also can't talk back, probably can't hear them and isn't even there, but Kenjaku still directs their musings at her, knowing she won't/can't answer, but still asking for her input, challenging her and leaving space for what would be her own words. They hate her, but also want her to do better and this scene really shows that while Kenjaku's plans my succeed, they probably won't get what they really want.

2. Yuuji chasing Mahito

Pretty easy pick. I'm really looking forward to seeing this animated soon. It's not just the beautiful imagery or how their roles have now reversed, but also what leads up to it. Yuuji accepts who he is, how he is not so different from Mahito. He discards any pretence of high and mighty reasons for why Mahito should die and embraces his hate. He's not pretending to be any better than Mahito, no "I'm not gonna kill you because I'm not like you", he says with absolute senserity that he will kill Mahito as many times as it takes. He's gonna hunt him down just like Mahito did. It's also the start of Yuuji giving into the role jujutsu society has put him in and starts thinking of himself as a cog, a mere object that serves others and blindly obeys its function (killing curses). I think getting Sukuna out of his body was the start to him evolving past that thinking, but this was a very necessary step. He needs to be broken down before being build back up. It was a great end for Mahito as a character as well.

3. Kenjaku & Tengen get Sukuna's body

This whole scene is so interesting. Like in the first moment it's basically just Kenjaku talking to their hand puppets again, but this time there's a bit more outside input. Ngl, the mere fact that Kenjaku and Tengen are together, talking to each other and working with each other excites me already. There's not much of Tengen's consciousness left and she can't actually refuse anything Kenjaku does, but their interactions were still very fascinating. What's also interesting is how they (both of them) treat Sukuna's corpse. They stroll up to it so casually, as if they have done it in the past. Kenjaku asks Tengen if they can take it and she says yes, but neither of them consider Sukuna and his wishes in all this. Kenjaku even jokes that it's their souvenir for him. It makes me so curious about how they are connected to him and what kind of relationship the three used to have. It gets even better now that we know that Tengen was the one who prepared his corpse (without his knowledge) and Kenjaku was the one who turned Sukuna into a cursed object. These two have clearly passed around Sukuna's corpse between them before. "Do you mind if I take his fingers?" "No, go ahead, I don't need them" This scene gets better and better as the story progresses.

4. MCs meeting Tengen

Speaking of scenes that get better with time, ch145 and 146 have been one of my favourites for a long time. They have to be on this list for how many times I've reread them alone. The more information and backstory we get, the more interesting this whole info dump becomes. There are always little phrases and moments that become a lot more meaning full on a reread. We also got so many hints. Tengen's connection to the Star Plasma Vessels and Six Eyes, Yuki being able to hear the other SPVs, Tengen and Kenjaku's relationship (many hcs were spawned by Tengen casually calling Kenjaku a child and I'm happy to see that many of them are turning out to be true), the first hints at Kenjaku's plan, even though a lot of depth was missing of course and Tengen underestimates some of their reasoning and end goals, and Tengen's utter failure to understand Kenjaku as a person (they aren't even that shy to talk about their reasons, especially to her! grandma please...).

5. Noritoshi preparing to die/visiting his mother

It's this scene of Noritoshi finding his mother again plus the context of her side of the story at the end of the Sakurajima colony and Maki's advice re matricide that really moves me. Probably Noritoshi's best scene so far. I really hope the reason he isn't with the others is because he went back to his mother to finally talk to her openly. I swear, these two are so horrible at communicating. It's so heartbreaking to see Noritoshi lose all will to live and being ready to die in battle to do at least something useful with his life. He dedicated everything to changing the Kamo from within for his mother, only to get kicked out of the clan and find out that his mother has moved on. Everything he has done so far becomes meaningless. However, it is what comes afterwards that makes it even more clear how toxic his mindset was. Noritoshi thinks poetic words about how he's gonna die for his friends, only to be interrupted by Daido and Miyo. It shows that this way of thinking is entirely unnecessary and something he has to break out of. It's what sets him on the right path to reunite with his mother. Kenjaku forced him out of the clan and gave him no way to return. His mother showed him that there is a way to live a happy life despite the abuse both of them suffered from the Kamo clan, it is possible to move on. Daido & Miyo disrupted his suicidal thoughts and took over the fight for him aka he has to rely on others and accept their "help" without giving anythign in return. Maki taught him that there might be a way to reconnect with his mother and that he should ask all the questions he has for her regarding his purpose and name openly. I really didn't care much for Noritoshi before, but this whole arc elevated him so much for me.

#asks #jujutsu kaisen #kenjaku #tengen #itadori yuuji #kamo noritoshi

[real-life-senshi]

PGSM Reinako things I want to yell about, in no particular order (7/∞)

This is actually THE ONE THING that made me start this series of gif set, but it took me forever to put my thoughts into words. But it's finally here and I'm SO EXCITED to talk about it!

Fair warning - this is an essay.

Across the years I've seen many Reinako shippers used Rei following Minako around in Act 19/20 and Act 23 in the live action as proof that Rei has feelings for Minako. While I don't disagree, I do feel Rei being the one to seek Minako out was circumstantial and justifiable because Rei was literally the only Senshi then that knew Minako was Venus. Instead, there was something else both Rei and Minako consistently do to each other for the entirety of the series that I felt had more impact to the narrative of their story, but often get overlooked and not talked about enough, and that’s Minako's act of walking away and Rei's act of staying behind.

The significance of Minako walking away: Walking away or pulling a disappearing act is one of the most common thing we see Minako do, not only to Rei, but with everyone else. (E.g. Such as V walking out on Moon in Act 7, Minako disappearing on Saitou for Senshi business.) It's a recurring theme to help build the impression of elusiveness and secrecy that surrounds Minako's character. But more deeply, the act of walking away is also a device to represent the main issue Minako needed to overcome in her character arc - in prioritizing the past life mission, she was running away from what's most important, herself as Aino Minako. Her Senshi power literally woke after she accepted herself and chose to face the challenge Aino Minako faces, instead of only focusing on the challenges of Sailor Venus.

Now this in itself seems like it's really just a Minako thing, right? Where does Rei fit in?

The significance of Rei's act of staying: PGSM Minako is the the queen of the hot-and-cold behaviour, especially when she's with Rei. And her signature "cold" gesture is walking out on Rei. In fact, as you can see from this gif set, I've counted 14 times where Minako had walked out on Rei on screen in the series, and 4 other times she attempted to walk away but was stopped. Even for the normal person, you'd think when someone keeps pissing you off and runs out on you, your patience would be spent and just give up on them, right?

Now, PGSM Rei is written as the awkward, stubborn and easy to anger teenager. And don't forget, with Rei's backstory fleshed out as much as it did in PGSM, it's basically confirmed that Rei suffered badly from parental abandonment, so it's not much of a reach to interpret Rei's trust issue to be born from acts of someone she cares leaving her behind or showing rejection. And so it should reason that Rei would be doubly pissed off at Minako's seemingly flippant and callous behaviour, and couldn't wait to pass Minako off to Makoto and Ami to deal with once they know Minako is Venus, right?

But no, Rei stayed, every single time.

Despite all the crap Minako threw at Rei and repeatedly rejected Rei's support, Rei didn't react with her usual knee-jerk reactions. This, more than anything else, proves to me that Rei sees Minako as someone special - someone she could not and would not turn away from, even when Minako keeps pushing her away.

These actions forms a very beautiful, and dare I say, romantic narrative to their shared story. Here's why.

PGSM has established that all along Minako had made the conscious decision to not get deeply involved with her teammates for fear she'll end up hurting them when her illness inevitably takes her. In doing so, she boxed herself into a self-imposed isolation as her health worsens and things get tougher.

And yet in Act 11 and Act 17 when Minako met Usagi and then Rei, the narrative revealed to us that loneliness does unsurprisingly overwhelm Minako from time to time. This changed partially though when she accidentally revealed her identity to Rei. In doing so, she gave herself the choice and space to be outspoken with someone who is (at least partially) in-the-know besides Artemis. The fact Minako repeatedly approached Rei in Act 18 was evidence she actually craved the contact when she lets her guard down, to the point even Artemis had to call her out on it. And so, in moments of clarity, we see Minako try to backtrack by pushing Rei away, ie walking out on Rei. The cycle persists, where Minako's behaviour fluctuates depending on her state of mind, her backstory sadly but logically explains Minako's sometimes seemingly-random hot and cold attitude towards Rei.

In contrast to Minako's unreliable and mixed signals, Rei was the definition of stability and certainty in this relationship. Yes, Rei had indeed followed Minako around a few times, but more than that, Rei stayed and was consistently there, waiting to be available for Minako even when Minako didn't want Rei to be. Rei knows when to initiate contact (chase after Minako), but also knows to not push Minako too much too soon, choosing to stay put when Minako is actively pulling back. She lets Minako go most times when Minako walks away, as if patiently waiting to try again another day, hoping the next time will be enough to fully bring Minako's walls down. Rei knew she was in it for the long haul, not for momentary wins.

This back and forth dynamic is a persistent theme in their relationship. It can be perceived that Rei's tenacity and relentless efforts had managed to wore Minako's guard down slowly but surely throughout the series.

Act 20: Minako finally shared Rei was meant to be leader, hinting Rei needs to step in when she’s gone.

Act 36: Minako chose to disclosed the truth about her terminal illness to Rei.

It was only after Act 36, we see Rei being even more persistent and takes drastic measures in attempt to get through to Minako, because Rei realized they were out of time. But even then, their dynamic didn’t really change - Minako being the runner and Rei being the person left waiting, until…

The times their role reversed, the other AMAZING thing about all of this!

Minako walking away and Rei staying is THEIR thing. But has Rei ever walked out on Minako? The answer is yes. But only 2 times! And both times it had significant impact on Minako.

The first time was when Rei ran out to fight the Youma, and that led to Minako being overly worried and end up accidentally revealing her Senshi identity to Rei.

The second time was when Minako finally pushed Rei so much in front of the team, Rei pulled back and walked out in Act 44, reversing their usual roles. And you can tell from Minako's reaction she looked lost and conflicted as she watched Rei leave. Here was someone who had been a rock and pillar of care and support to her, now seemingly giving up on her because she finally shoved too hard. Between Makoto's near miss in Act 45 and the fact that Rei actually walked out on Minako in Act 44, Minako was shocked enough for her to finally listen and process what Rei's been telling her all this time. This ultimately lead to the resolution of Minako's character arc in Act 46.

In conclusion, their action forms a pattern to their story and deepens the meaning behind their choice to follow, stay or walk away from each other. When the pattern is disrupted it adds complexity of their story! Seriously, it feels like Rei's actions was catalyst of Minako's major character story development! Just as many of Minako's story influenced Rei's outlook on their mission and the past life (another post to come!), Rei's action had just as much influence on Minako's eventual character growth. If that doesn't prove these two are special to each other, I don't know what else to say!

Now - you'd think I'm done with my soapbox, right? NOPE. I've only finished talking about how these actions form patterns and the significance in their story. But the visual and filming appraoch of each of these scenes are also very telling. VERY.

Each time Minako walked away, it is intentional that Rei's reaction get highlighted on camera, even in group scenes. As well, we also get really telling reactions from Minako when Rei walks out on her. And that's regardless of which director led the filming.

Sato Takemitsu - Act 17, 18, 23

Takamaru Masataka - Act 20, 26

Maihara Kenzo - Act 40

Suzumura Nobuhiro - Act 43, 44, 47

It suggests either the script writer Kobayashi Yasuko intentionally scripted for Rei and Minako to have the spotlight for reacting to each other's action so all the directors received the same fucking memo about them. OR, even better, it wasn't part of the camera/filming direction, but all the directors have arrived to the same conclusion after reading the script and decided to put the spotlight on these two no matter which episodes they worked on, because the unresolved sexual tension was clear as day for them to see.

And especially Keiko did amazingly on her part portraying Rei’s attraction towards Minako. Regardless if it's a group scene or not, Rei/Mars always had the most expressive and meaningful look on her face when Minako/Venus walks out. Even in Act 22 when Mars was just in the background with Jupiter, you can tell Mars’s eyes and body following Venus’s direction while Jupiter just stands flatly.

Rei/Mars' reaction to Minako/Venus leaving also changes across the series. From frustration/irritation, to hopeful yearning, ending with worried yearning. A reflection of Rei's feelings for Minako, from seeing her an annoying brat of a Princess, to respecting Minako as a mentor, to caring for her as a friend (and maybe more).

And look at this shit!!!!!!!!

Act 20 and 26 were done by the same director. The two scenes are basically parallel to each other visually and artistically, which is also so layered when juxtaposed to the plot point:

Act 20: Minako tells Rei that Rei's meant to be leader, and Rei follows Minako wanting to learn more while expressing concern for her Princess's well being and safety.

Act 26: Mars grown enough to start taking on the leadership, and follows Venus in attempt to invite Venus to integrate with the team now Venus no longer need to play decoy, only for Venus to turn around and claims she's actually the leader and Mars is the substitute.

Lastly, the most beautiful yet absolute worst visual the PGSM directors gave us:

Even the imagery of Minako's passing just as Mars breaks down was of Minako walking away, leaving Rei behind. That shit can't be made up. If the imagery was coincidental, well, that's one hell of a coincidence.

These factors all lead to me concluding PGSM had very intentionally used the acts of walking away and staying behind as recurring theme in Reinako's relationship. The length they went to do this and the tragically beautiful story it gave us forms a much more compelling reason for audience to ship Reinako. In fact, this is the very primary reason why I fell in love shipping them in PGSM.

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[queermania]

I think you should get into the Jackles and Chaos Machine of it all (this is a sincere request)

so the thing is that jensen has said/done some genuinely hurtful things in the past and i don't begrudge anyone who has felt or continues to feel hurt by that. that's perfectly valid. BUT the narrative that he is this insidious homophobe who is not-so-secretly disgusted by gay people is not only deeply annoying, but actively harmful.

this is a man who has taken very obvious steps to grow and become a better ally. is he always the most eloquent with his words? no, he is not. but to me actions speak way louder than words and what we know about his actions are that he 1. is lovely and open and accepting to queer fans who tell them how much dean and destiel mean to them. 2. is vocally supportive of the queer community and queer causes and most importantly 3. created an entire production company with a mission statement to uplift diverse stories and creators and is actually doing that.

the winchesters has two (probably straight) white characters that are what they are by virtue of their origin and there's nothing we can do about that but almost every other character has been a person of color with interiority and nuance and a backstory and a life outside of john and mary. like, there are two interracial romantic pairings already and neither of them include a white person and we're only on episode six.

and we have queer characters!!! queer characters who are not reduced to their sexuality or shoehorned in for the sake of diversity while meaning absolutely nothing to the plot/story!!! they matter. and we've got quotes from the creative team about how even if the language wasn't there at the time, those people existed and their stories deserve to be told!!! like. y'all can make all the jokes you want about homophobic texas christian boy jensen ackles who hasn't said dean wants to shove his tongue in cas' mouth so he must hate gay people.... but the man is out here hiring queer creatives and uplifting their voices and getting their pronouns right and being fucking normal about it unlike y'all who somehow manage to have the most insanely biphobic and acephobic takes while supposedly defending queer people and that means so much more to me than his opinion on a ship that he has zero control over.

like. if you can't get over the hurtful things he's said in the past, that's fine. there's no judgement from me on that front. but please don't pretend like they are indicative of what he is currently doing and please don't pretend like you actually care about the problems that supernatural had if you're out here disparaging the winchesters every time you even look in the spn-universe's direction without ever having watched the show (especially if you're saying you refuse to watch the winchesters because spn was racist/homophobic/whatever.... but are still watching spn?? like?? WHAT?). the show that jensen put his creative heart and soul into is actively working to fix the things you supposedly hated about spn and your hottest take is that it still sucks because jensen doesn't have a perfect track record? wow, cool. i hope the view is nice from up there on your high horse where you can't even see the people you're claiming to stand up for.

#replies #anonymous #jackles #mp #wank for ts

[turtle-babe83]

Snowed In, Part Four

Raph x F!Reader

So this one ended up longer than the others simply because of the backstory buildup. I hope you all enjoy the conclusion to the series! ♥️

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

“Fucking’ pussies, all of’em.”

Raphael’s growl echoed off the tunnel walls as he watched all three of his brothers leave him. Anger and hurt rode him hard and he turned his back on their traitorous footsteps as they got fainter and fainter. Unable to process the overload of emotion, he did the only thing he could ever think to do in these situations. He took it out on the punching bag.

He grumbled aloud as he swung his fists, “So much fer family. So much fer stickin’ togetha, Leo. The big hypocrite.”

His father’s voice echoed in his head at that, when he welcomed each of the women as part of their family. Raph scowled.

“Well, what about me? Ain’t nobody wanna piece of my ugly mug.”

This time it was Mikey’s voice in his head, pointing out the way you were always staring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. He punched harder. Nah, there’s no way a beautiful woman like you would ever consider being with a freak like him. And yet, every single one of his brothers had a loving relationship with some of the sweetest and prettiest women he’d ever met. Raph groaned.

Maybe lifting weights would be more helpful. He started with chest presses. Go hard or go home. At first, it was working. His mind was zeroed in on his form, and trying not to drop the bar on his plastron. But then, an image of you in your sports bra and leggings came unbidden to the forefront of his mind. You had joined him recently in the weight room, asking for pointers on toning your arms. Watching sweat trickle down your chest to disappear in the hint of cleavage had him licking his lips until he caught himself. Raph sighed.

Perhaps a run through the snowy night would cool him off. If he was lucky, maybe he could bust some skulls and get his aggression out that way. Mind made up, he headed out of the sewers.

It was surprisingly quiet topside. The massive amounts of snow on the ground made travel treacherous and the low temperature was concerning. No one was out in this weather unless it was absolutely necessary. The snow was wholly undisturbed in many areas. Raph breathed deeply if the frigid air, allowing it to cool his lungs and clear his head. He made his way through the empty streets looking for any sign of trouble, but even the thugs appeared to be taking the night off.

It was only after he decided to give up his fruitless patrol that he realized where he was. Standing in the alley outside your apartment building, he stared up at your window. A light was flickering faintly and he surmised that you must still be up, watching television. He debated whether to check on you, but his frozen extremities made the decision for him. He could pop in long enough to warm up and get to see your pretty face as a bonus. It was a win-win situation in his book.

You were curled up under a blanket that Raph had gifted you for Christmas this year. It still smelled like him and you kept it close to your face so you could breathe in his warm, spicy scent and pretend it was his arms wrapped around you. A Christmas-themed horror movie was streaming on your tv. You couldn’t watch a romance without feeling your heart ache with your feelings for the red brute. You sighed wistfully, wishing he was here right now.

A knocking at your window made you jump, and when you looked over to see the face of said turtle staring at you through the glass, you thanked the stars above and took it as a sign. You hurried over to unlock the window and stepped back to allow him to climb in. He shook the snow off his head and shoulders, then finally regarded you standing there in your flannel pajamas.

“You’re here,” you stated with wonder.

He scratched the back of his head and looked everywhere but at you, mumbling, “I, ah, just wanted ta make sure ya had heat. Ya good, right?”

You cleared your throat, “Yeah. Better now, actually.”

His head popped up as he processed what you said. Shuffling his feet a bit, he murmured, “That so?”

You nodded, then the two of you stared at one another until it started to feel awkward. To break the ice, you motioned to the couch.

“I got the electric fireplace going, why don’t you come sit and warm up? I just started ‘Krampus’ on the tv.”

He hesitated, but his frozen body encouraged him to take what you offered. He made his way to the couch and noticed immediately that you had been using the blanket he made for you. When you saw him looking at it, you smiled fondly.

“It’s kept me nice and warm,” you told him, running your fingers lightly over the thick threads. “Be right back!”

Raph settled in on your cushy couch, debating the merits of being here. What did you mean by “better now”? His heart ached to hope but his mind was scared to chance it. In the meantime, you were in the kitchen, hurriedly making him a mug of hot chocolate. God, you hoped to convince him to stay. Even if he didn’t share your feelings, he would be warmer here than in the sewers.

Raph looked up as you came back, smelling the sweet melted chocolate drink. When you handed it to him, you made sure to brush his fingers deliberately. Then you sat close beside him and pulled the blanket over both your lap and his. Grabbing the remote, you started the movie once again and reveled in the feel of his thigh pressed against yours.

Raph couldn’t concentrate on the film. He was struggling to process what was happening. You had somehow managed to get him into the place you wanted with very little coercion and he felt cornered. “Better now.” Your words echoed in his mind again. Perhaps? He gulped, then steeled his nerves. He casually draped his arm over the back of the sofa. After a moment, you leaned against his side. This was new and it made butterflies erupt in his tummy. Slowly, he let his arm slide closer to your shoulders. Raph nearly jumped out of his scaled skin when you reached up and pulled it down around you.

The two of you sat silently, watching the movie but not really following it. Finally, when it became clear that Raph wasn’t going to make any other moves, you made up your mind. The giant turtle froze in panic when you suddenly grabbed his shoulders and pulled yourself over to straddle his lap.

“Wh-what are ya doin’?” he stammered.

You smirked, “Doing what I’ve been waiting months for you to do: make a damn move.”

Raph studied your eyes but only saw sincerity. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Why didn’t ya say somethin’ sooner?” he asked.

You arched a brow and answered, “Because I was waiting for you to say something first. A girl likes to be chased, you know? Pursued.”

Raphael pondered your words for a moment. You wanted him. You actually fucking wanted him. This was a gift he couldn’t turn down. His hands rested on your knees, sliding up your thighs, squeezing along the way. He watched the way your eyes dilated as he got closer to your center. He pulled his hands away before he reached your apex, and a little huff of frustration escaped you. Now it was his turn to smirk.

“Ya want me ta chase ya? A’ight. Ya got a three second head start.”

Your mouth fell open at the change in his demeanor, and then his words registered. You squealed as he began his count.

“One.”

You scrambled off his lap and nearly fell. Righting yourself, you skirted the end of the couch, headed for the hallway.

“Two.”

You made it to the hallway, bumping your shoulder into the wall in your haste. You pumped your legs harder, not even sure where you could go. It was inevitable that he would catch you. The question was: what would he do to you when he caught you?

"Three."

In one smooth motion, he leapt over the back of the couch and just as you reached your bedroom doorway, you felt your body being lifted into the air as a large, muscled arm swept you up. You squealed as you were gathered into his arms and the two of you landed on your bed with an "oof." Raphael immediately began to tickle you and you laughed loudly, begging him for mercy. This was the side of him that you saw most rarely and you relished it.

"Nah, no mercy fer you, ya little vixen," he chuckled. "Not the way ya been plaguin' my mind all the damn time. Can't stop thinkin' bout ya. How gorgeous ya are, how good ya'd look spread out on my bed, how ya taste..."

He trailed off, smacking his lips and a pretty blush warmed your cheeks. He seemed then to realize what all he had said and waited, uncertain, for your response. You smiled seductively, tugging your pajama top over your head, revealing your braless bust.

"Well, since you're here, how about spread out on my bed, and you are welcome to taste whatever you like."

His golden green eyes darkened as he viewed your bare breasts. With just a second of a glance, he determined your seriousness and judged the honesty in your words. He leaned down, allowing his long pink tongue to loll out of his mouth. The moment it swirled around your areola, he gave a low moan that sent tingles down your spine. He tongued both nipples and licked all around before opening his wide mouth to take as much inside as he could. He suckled strongly and you cradled his head to you with whimpers of delight, the sensation too much and yet not enough.

With a deep groan, he pulled away from your breasts and latched onto your mouth. Dear god, could the man kiss! He was thorough in his exploration, learning your lips and tongue and teeth. You cupped his chiseled cheeks in your hands as you kissed him back fervently.

Your panties were growing damper by the second and you decided that you might die if he didn’t sample the wetness between your thighs. That tongue was magic and you just knew he would wring so much pleasure from you. When his lips began a trail of descent, you wanted to cry in relief. He hooked his fingers in your waistband and then caught your gaze.

“Ya did say I could taste whateva I like…”

You nodded eagerly and he huffed a laugh at how you lifted your hips to help him remove your bottoms and underwear. Once you were completely naked, he leaned back to look you over. A full body blush began to work its way across your skin and he tsked at you.

“Ya got nothin’ ya be shy about. Yer so fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he assured you. “Been dreamin’ bout eating this pretty pussy for awhile, now.”

You licked your lips and realized you were holding your breath. He hovered just over your mound, and you braced yourself for his first lick. When he opened his mouth, you bit your lip in anticipation. Then he spoke with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Ya been dreamin’ bout it, too? Thinkin’ bout my tongue fuckin’ ya good and deep?Swallowin’ all those tasty juices, mmm,” his voice rumbled, “satisfyin’ this hunger I got fer ya.”

You bit your lip hard enough to break skin as a whimper came unbidden from your throat. A fresh gush of liquid seeped from your folds and he watched as it ran down to soak into your comforter.

“Well,” he murmured, “waste not, want not.”

With that, his tongue slid between your folds, straight up to your clit, and your head rolled back with a loud moan. He left not one millimeter untouched as he delved in and around, licking and lapping at every drop he pulled from you. True to his word, he stabbed deep within your walls, his own eyes shut tight in ecstasy as he savored the flavor of you. You had never felt so thoroughly fucked by someone’s tongue before. Your earlier observation was spot on as he quickly brought you to a thigh shaking release. You tried to remember how to breathe as he kept up the momentum even as you came back down. Flicking your clit and sucking it gently, then licking hard and fast, he kept you constantly on the edge. He didn’t let up until you came in his mouth a second time, hips bucking and his name a prayer on your lips.

“Raphael, I-oh god-I don’t know what to say…”

The brute smirked as he wiped his chin, “Good. If I’m doin’ my job right, ya shouldn’t be able ta talk.”

You managed a breathless giggle, then motioned lazily towards his pants.

“Off.”

He raised one brow ridge.

“C’mon, off,” you repeated, a little more firmly.

Raph grinned, “Yes, ma’am.”

He stood and shoved his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, enjoying the way you balked at the monster jutting from the apex of his thighs.

“Fuuuuuck me,” you whispered.

“Oh, I will, baby.”

Climbing back up on your bed, he knelt between your legs and scooped up your backside in one massive arm. Your calves came to rest on his shoulders as he aimed the tip of his large cock at your entrance.

“I’ll go slow, try not ya hurt ya,” he promised, easing in a couple of inches.

He paused and watched your face carefully. You wore a pinched look at first, mentally coaxing yourself to relax. He didn’t move again until your expression softened. It was stop and go for several minutes as he allowed you to adjust to his intrusion. Finally, his balls bumped up against your bottom.

Raph nuzzled your neck, keeping the one arm around your hips and the other tangled in your hair. He trailed kisses along your jaw, landing on your lips that you opened without hesitation. You sucked your own juices off his tongue, feeling dizzy and out of control. He pulled his hips back and slammed forward, tightening his arm around you as he hilted. He kept his thrusts tight and controlled, kissing you messily in between harsh huffs of his breath. You knew as orgasm number three tightened your core that he had ruined you for anyone else.

“Raph! Oh!”

“That’s it, cum fer me again!”

You obeyed with a strangled shout, bearing down on his cock as this release drained the last bit of energy you had left. You were somewhat limp in his arms as he sped up and spilled his own seed hotly within your walls.

“That was…..dammmnnn.”

“Hell yeah, it was,” Raph chuckled as he gathered you into his arms. He managed to get you both under the covers. After a moment of catching your breath, you turned your head to look at him and found his eyes already on you.

“Will you stay?” you asked in the quiet dark.

Raphael pressed a firm kiss to your mouth before answering, “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

You cleared your throat and finally said the words that you had been holding in for months now, “Raph, I…I love you.”

“I’m one lucky bastard, then,” he said. “I, uh, ya know?”

When you waited silently, he sighed and made himself speak, “I love ya, too.”

It was only a few minutes before the big guy was snoring in your ear and you were slipping out of his arms to go clean up in the bathroom. When you came out, you heard his phone ding with a text. Afraid that it might be important, you fished his phone out of his pants pocket and saw that it was Leo.

Fearless: U ok?

Raph’s phone: Hey Leo it’s y/n. Raph is with me. He's asleep.

Fearless: In your bed?

R.P: Yes

Fearless: Behaving himself?

R.P: Good night Leo

You giggled as you climbed back into bed, plugging your own phone into your charger. Even in his sleep, Raph grabbed you and pulled you closer. You snuggled in and were nearly asleep when your phone dinged. Annoyed, you grabbed it but saw a text from Leo’s girlfriend that made you grin.

L.G: 🍆?

Y/n: 💋👅🍆!

Then, you silenced your phone and drifted off to sleep in his arms. ♥️

😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴

“What did she say?” Leo asked, exasperated.

His girlfriend laughed out loud as she read your text.

“Oh, I think they are gonna be just fine,” she smirked. “Now, stop worrying about your brother and worry more about this.”

She slipped a hand down and parted her petals with two fingers, and Leo forgot about everything else but enjoying his after dinner treat. 💙

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[tyrannuspitch]

another thing that's really uncomfortable about the comics backstory is that it's very often like. 1. loki was adopted as a ~10 year old, not a baby, and therefore 2. his heritage was never even remotely a secret. and in this circumstance i feel like thor being abusive (esp from the start) is... so much worse?

like, in the mcu with its secrecy and early adoption, you can say that if thor mistreats loki, it's at least partly because he's semi-consciously picking up on their parents not treating loki as equal, but he doesn't know why, so it's just How Things Are (and always have been, literally as long as he can remember!). like, loki being abused is normalised at a fundamental level for thor. and if odin and frigga don't intervene, well, they've already proven their willingness to treat loki as inferior by lying to him his whole life. the mcu is definitely its own kind of horrifying, but it's a quiet and insidious kind, and you can see how the characters could be gradually led into worse and worse actions over time.

whereas in comics canon, where everything is out in the open from the start... thor mistreating loki just looks like straightforward, conscious prejudice. even if he claims otherwise, it's really hard to believe that space racism ISN'T a factor. sure, you just decided your adopted-brother-from-a-completely-dehumanised-enemy-species is your inferior for... no reason. convincing! and the parents not intervening is like... they don't even have anything to hide??? why would you even be hands-off about this unless you literally, consciously want it to happen? it's literally just like. "hey 'dad' you know the boy you told to treat me like a brother last week? well he isn't doing that. he's using me as a punchbag instead" "oh. how sad, my son." "are you going to tell him to stop???" "no."

like, when mcu thor calls loki his brother i believe him. i really do think that mcu thor truly and deeply sees loki as his brother, and himself and loki as fundamentally tied together (to a potentially unhealthy extent), etc etc. but sometimes when comics thor calls loki his brother it's like... okay, but you've never treated him like a brother. you have spent your whole life punishing him for being different at every opportunity. but now that you want to scold him, you're brothers? this is not love! this is an excuse!!!

like. i may not be being entirely fair to the comics here; there may be far better and more complex versions i haven't found yet. but just based on my experience so far... in the mcu, "they hurt you but they're your family" is this elaborate manipulative mind game where everyone involved really does love each but finds ways to justify the abuse anyway, so love and abuse are inseparable and often expressed by the exact same act, and this causes fundamental damage to the sons' concept of what love even is, whether love without abuse is *possible*, whether ceasing to love "family" is *possible*, etc etc... whereas in many of the comics, "they hurt you but they're your family" is like. those are literally the only two things they do. they hurt you, and then they SAY you're their family to stake ownership while doing absolutely nothing to prove their alleged love, not even the barest scraps of affection, ever. like come on??? i would cause the apocalypse over and over too!!!

(and as i said before - the situation being bad doesn't make the writing bad. but this continuous hand-wringing and pretending that thor's part in it is more complicated and more sympathetic than they ever actually show... does.)

#space viking tag #constructive complaining #s: comics #ch: thor #ch: loki #r: loki + thor #th: abuse + empire #th: ethnicity

[thefactsofthematter]

this delancey brothers thing is so interesting to me because like,,, we get very little about their whole family life and backstory and the fandom has yet to come up with anything incredibly solid,,, anyways just thinking thoughts and i want to hear what you have to say

right?? i feel like for a while the fandom kinda shunned them bc of their role as villains… but a bad guy can be a compelling character too!!

i already gave a rundown of my backstory for them in the last ask i answered, so here’s my completely baseless thoughts regarding their personalities and relationship w each other!! @jack-kellys here’s the rest of my delancey nonsense 😙

- oscar is a deeply angry person. he doesn’t know how to feel anything else, when the world has been so cruel to him. he’s been trying to parent his little brother for years, in the shittiest of situations: from an abusive home, to jail, to their tiny bedroom at the newspaper office. wiesel is harsh with them, their job consists of long days of tedious work, and he often feels he has nothing to look forward to. he takes it out on everybody except morris, because he’s learned over the years that everyone is out to get him, so he may as well hurt them first. (hostile attribution bias anyone?? shoutout to all my fellow bitches who studied developmental psych 🤘)

- morris, on the other hand, strikes me as a little less angry and a little more scared. an odd hc of mine for him is that he’s on the fetal alcohol spectrum - he deals with numerous learning disabilities and developmental delays because of it, and it’s made all the trauma he’s experienced very hard to process. he finds his and oscar’s job frustratingly difficult: counting papes and keeping the numbers straight is hard for him, he hates how loud the newsies are (and how loud uncle wiesel is when he’s yelling), and he can’t focus for very long without getting the urge to jump and run and move around, which he knows he’s not allowed to do. he also knows he doesn’t speak very clearly— unless he’s very intentional with every syllable, which almost sounds worse because it’s so awkward, or using phrases he’s already practiced— so he’s given up on talking to anyone other than his big brother, for the most part. he lets oscar do most of the talking and is happy to back him up with his fists.

- oscar doesn’t really understand morris’s disability, but he tries not to think too hard about it. he doesn’t know why his brother needs help with certain things that seem easy— like knowing which shoe goes on which foot, or spelling the letters of his own name— but he’ll help him nonetheless, because that’s just what he needs to do. he thinks he might need to take care of morris forever, because it often seems like there’s some things the kid will just never get the hang of, but oscar doesn’t mind that, because at least it gives him some purpose. if he has to sit there every night and remind morris of the steps to getting cleaned up before bed (wash your face and hands, run a comb through your hair, fold up your clothes…) then at least he’s doing something helpful each day, and that makes him feel alright.

- a random anecdote that sorta sums them up (under the cut bc this is long already):

for morris’s 13th birthday, oscar steals a little stuffed dog from a shop, which morris names puppy and instantly clings to with all his might. at the time, oscar knows morris is too old for toys, but the way the kid lights up when the silly thing is handed to him makes everything worth it. he simply decides to accept that all the bullshit they’ve been through has made it hard for morris to grow up at the same rate as other people, so if babying him a little makes him this happy, that must be fine, right?

several years later, the first thing that ever compels oscar to lay a hand on wiesel is finding puppy in the trash on the front step on his way home from running errands, with its ears ripped off— he’s instantly sure that wiesel found it and took it from morris while he was gone. he charges inside and punches wiesel square across the jaw; he then spends the rest of the night barricaded in their bedroom, trying to messily sew puppy back together and simultaneously calm down his inconsolable little brother.

“you’re too big to cry, mo. you know that. you gotta cut it out before uncle hears you, alright?”

“but he took it. he took puppy away and wrecked it and said i can’t have it no more,” morris wails. “it ain’t fair, osc.”

“i know. i got it back and i’m trying to fix it, okay? i’ll get puppy good as new for you, i swear. you just gotta stop— you’re a big fella and you’re crying over a toy. you can’t be doing that.”

morris sniffles, obviously holding back a sob.

“you busted his head. why’d you do that?”

oscar shrugs. he finally manages to tie off a decent knot on one of the ears, which almost looks right again, despite his terrible stitches.

“i was mad. don’t no one mess with my brother without going through me, right?”

morris manages a smile, despite the way he’s still intently watching his beloved puppy be put back together, with tears in his eyes.

“right. and i’ll soak anyone who talks bad at you, i swear.”

wiesel beats oscar black and blue with his cane the next day, but oscar would take it a million times over for morris’s sake. when the newsies start wisecracking about oscar’s fresh cuts and bruises at distribution, morris starts beating on whichever of those loudmouths he can get his hands on until the whole lot of them have nothing more to laugh at.

the delancey brothers have each other’s backs at all fucking costs.

#so this is long but. i have been rotating these two in my mind and building them some characterization #so it’s just like. morris is very childlike on the inside and fighting is the only way he feels like he’s in charge. #oscar is just so goddamn mad at everyone and everything and needs to make it everyone’s problem or he’ll lose his mind. #they’re both awful bullies but god do they care about each other. maybe they grow up and calm down eventually. #oscar delancey #morris delancey #the delancey brothers

[williamrikers]

while we're talking about brilliant changes that were made in the adaptation, let's talk about john dee.

in the original, john dee's whole motivation is:

"I'll drive everybody in the whole wide world mad. And then they'll make me king."

he was imprisoned at arkham asylum by the justice league which basically makes him a second rate batman villain. and not even one of the memorable ones. he makes the patrons of the diner do terrible things they don't want to do just because "he can", and he takes pleasure from watching their suffering.

and honestly, to me, that is incredibly boring.

now, in the show, they made the brilliant choices to 1) scrap the whole thing with the justice league because it is tonally so discordant that it throws me off every time and 2) give him a backstory and a motivation that is deeply misguided but that we as an audience can empathize with.

making everyone tell the truth at all times is, instantly, the moment you think about it, a terrible idea. but it's still a compelling idea because like. haven't you ever thought that so many interpersonal problems wouldn't exist if people just stopped lying to themselves and each other all the damn time??

and then we get a whole episode of john dee learning, in real time, WHY the truth can be a terrible thing to inflict on people. we watch him get disillusioned with his own dream--and then morpheus comes along and gives us this absolutely brilliant line:

"Their dreams kept them alive. But if you rob them of their dreams, if you take away their hope, then... yes, this is the truth of mankind."

which is basically the same thing that happened to john dee. he saw his dream crushed before his eyes and he got violent and vengeful and destructive, just like the patrons of the diner moments before.

just. everything about these changes to his character and his storyline is wonderful and makes 24/7 one of my absolute favourite episodes, and i am so glad that we didn't get a batman villain of the week whose sole motivation was that he just wanted to hurt people.

#the sandman #the sandman meta #john dee #24/7 #doctor destiny #*mine #my sandman posts

[buckybarnesss]

I think one of the best things later seasons did was force Scott to become more mature than the kid he was in s1 and s2. For example, Liam.

Yes, he's an OBVIOUS parallel to being bitten without consent, and his fear of turning into a monster is even bigger than Scott's sometimes, but Scott now an alphaz KNOWS how to deal with it, and how to support him.

Mellowing Derek down and making him more of a team player concerned about the kids FIRST was also a good move.

this ask is so topical. forgive my star wars comparisons but i've been watching ahsoka.

i often consider the derek --> scott --> liam storyline to be comparable to that of a master and padawan relationship in a lot of ways. all their knowledge becomes your knowledge. the teacher's failures are the student's lessons.

i'm not the biggest fan of the last jedi but there are some really great moments especially the scene between luke and yoda.

"the greatest teacher failure is" and "we are what they grow beyond" applies heavily to the story of derek hale, scott mccall and liam dunbar.

the show even places a lampshade on this kind of connection early on when stiles makes the yoda joke in heart monitor.

all throughout season 1 derek is desperately trying to protect scott to varying levels of success. derek doesn't want scott to become him but derek is also clouded by anger and self-hatred at his younger self for his perceived failures and sins. scott despite his huge, glaring issues with male authority figures does learn from derek but it takes him a while to recognize that. derek is a convenient target for scott's anger at what happened to him.

their fear, their anger, their resentments are what they have to grow beyond with each other and that doesn't happen till around season 3.

season 3 even shines a spotlight on how young derek was a lot like scott.

visionary is one of the most important episodes of the entire series and does a lot of heavy lifting for the lore of the universe, the narrative of the season, the backstory of the hales, the relationships between characters -- like it's a juicy episode if only the fandom stopped taking peter and gerard's words as unadulterated truth.

it also gives us the most obvious parallel between derek and scott. i think it's pretty obvious they wrote the paige storyline knowing allison's fate. they wanted this parallel on purpose.

paige is bit without her consent and derek has to mercy kill her to spare her the slow and painful death the rejection of the bite is putting her through. derek did not do anything bad here. this was an act of compassion but it deeply traumatized and hurt derek.

while i do not believe derek's eyes changed color due to any sort of killing an innocent nonsense as peter suggests symbolically derek's innocence died with paige. it left a physical mark on him. she is there every time he shows his eyes. he carries her with him.

allison in contrast to paige has agency in her choice. she willingly goes to save lydia and even ignores lydia's warning. she chooses to save isaac which leaves her open to being stabbed.

allison does not suffer a slow, painful death like paige. scott holds her in comfort and hears her last words.

allison's body wasn't removed and abandoned to be chalked up to an animal attack. scott gets held by his mother, isaac is taken in by chris whereas derek was left alone in the cellar and left to flounder in grief ripe for the picking by kate argent.

so much of derek and scott's relationship is about reflection. they see each other like one only sees their flaws in a mirror. it's why their goodbye in smoke and mirrors is so important. it's acceptance, it's thank you, it's i'm sorry and it's goodbye and good luck.

scott and stiles are a better version of derek and peter. they are less toxic but they have their issues. scott and stiles have a hard time with communication but there's co-dependency.

this brings us to liam dunbar. liam is a precious nugget but liam has derek's anger issues and scott's fear of becoming a monster.

if stiles and scott are a better version of derek and peter than liam and mason are a better version of all them.

it is liam who is able to overcome derek and scott's failures.

liam is able to reconcile with theo.

liam makes the effort to make peace with corey.

liam doesn't lose his first love.

liam overcomes derek and scott's failures and learns lessons from their mistakes.

with liam there's a lot of reprised beats that show how far these characters have come. teen wolf subscribes to george lucas's maxmum:

scott bites liam without his consent but scott doesn't leave him like peter did him. scott tries to support him through the transformation even going as far as to try the whole "the bite is a gift" and "we're brothers now" on for size.

argent comes not to harm them but he saves them.

liam is the best of scott and derek.

derek even gets to gloat a little and have his obi-wan watching anakin deal with ahsoka moment

he is delighted.

we rightfully rip into teen wolf for it's failures but one thing about the show that i think it did fairly well was demonstrate how the entire narrative revolves around generational trauma.

the derek, scott and liam relationship is an excellent example of it.

people say that scott doesn't grow as a character which is a lie. you don't have to like the trajectory of his character arc but he does have one. the show is about him growing up. it's about these kids dealing with the grief and trauma of their lives including that of growing up.

derek was stuck in his grief and anger for a long time. he had lost so much. derek's storyline i think isn't so much a growing up arc but rather one of choosing to live not just survive. scott forced him to confront the anger he carried at his younger self. to realize he was just a child and no one protected him.

derek had a choice.

derek is also a product of peter's lessons and teachings. i think he grapples with some of this in s2 where we see derek in his quote villainy era unquote.

instead derek chose to be a protector and he evolves. he is not peter. he is not kate. derek is not a monster others wanted him to become.

instead he inherits the gift of his mother and sister becoming more at peace with himself.

he is the person that paige loved and accepted. he is deserving of stiles's loyalty and affection.

but he can scare some kids on halloween as a treat.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #derek hale #scott mccall #liam dunbar

[animasola86]

A BLESSING AND A CURSE

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc Genre: Fluff/Romance/Adventure/eventual Smut Synopsis: Sebastian Sallow is your average teenage boy, wouldn't you say? Well, he is, despite the baggage he carries around with him. And the same teenage boy has laid his eyes on the new student and he is determined to lay even more on her.

Notes: Prequel to A Night in the Undercroft, HL re-write focusing on my Ravenclaw MC Nebbia DeLuca (read her backstory/showcase here), ongoing series

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I decided not to post every chapter on Tumblr, but as a showcase, here is chapter 4 (5.2k words), when things start getting interesting.

A Proper Hogwarts Welcome

Nebbia looked back at him slowly, her eyes wandering over his face. “So what do I do now?” she then asked with a faint voice.

Sebastian frowned at that, before leaning back and crossing his arms in front of his chest, thinking hard. “I'm sure Professor Fig is already researching about whatever you found in that vault, so you leave that to him. As for you: just be a Hogwarts student, I suppose. That is harrowing enough, you shouldn't have to deal with anything else on top of that. But you're a quick learner and a Ravenclaw, I am absolutely certain that you will have no problem with that.” He gave her a reassuring smile as she raised her eyebrows at that. “And about Ranrok and Rookwood. Well, you heard Sirona, you should be careful, probably shouldn't walk about alone outside of Hogwarts.”

She sighed deeply and lowered her gaze, staring at her hands in her lap. “Sounds so easy when you say that,” she whispered.

“It is. Focus on one thing at a time and it'll be fine. And if you struggle with anything, which I doubt, but let's say you do at one point, please, do not hesitate to call on me. You might have bested me in a duel, but I can still be of some assistance to you, I'm sure.”

Nebbia blushed under the smile he gave her and he smiled even wider noticing it. His eyes wandered over her face, taking in every single detail, from her small, slightly pointy nose, to the finely arched eyebrows and the scar running through one of them to her long lashes and those deep green eyes that sparkled in the light of the fire crackling behind him. When he looked at her lips, it was his turn to feel a little bit warmer. He probably shouldn't stare at her mouth this intently, but he couldn't help himself.

He was too curious. About how her lips would feel on his.

Said lips were moving then and he noticed her teeth behind them and that little sliver of tongue peeking through. Unconsciously or not, he felt himself licking his own – until he flinched badly and almost bit down on his tongue as he felt her kicking him under the table.

“Ow! What was that for?”

She stared at him, grinning darkly. “You keep looking at me until you zone out! I hate talking to myself here, okay?”

“What? Oh,” he made and quickly rubbed the back of his neck as he looked away eventually. “I'm sorry. I...” He looked back at her, ready to tell her the truth, but perhaps it was a little too much? Too forward? She watched him curiously, apparently not too angry about him staring at her like that. “You are quite distracting, you know that?” he then admitted, tilting his head, a smirk creeping onto his face.

Her eyes went wide at the comment and she blushed even more. It took her only a few seconds to change that expression into one of indignation. “Hang on! That's how I was able to best you in that duel, wasn't it? Because you were... distracted?”

He raised his eyebrows, impressed by her quick observation, before he barked a loud laugh. “Well, what can I say...”

“I didn't win because I was better, I won because you can't control your bloody hormones!” she went on, despite the accusing tone with a smile on her face. “I can't believe it!”

Sebastian watched her with amusement, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “Look at it this way, you fought with everything you had, your body included, and you won fair and square, details don't matter!”

She shook her head and chuckled. “I want a rematch!” she then demanded and leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her chest like him.

“Right now?” he challenged her and leaned forwards a little, his eyes boring into hers.

“If you're up for it! Though I bet I'll just beat you again, with how distracted you already are by me right now...” she teased and poked her tongue out at him.

He laughed and couldn't help but lower his eyes to her mouth once more. Then he saw her put a hand in front of her lips and he looked back into her eyes with a smirk.

“Can you stop for one second?” she laughed from behind her fingers. “It's getting ridiculous!”

He chuckled and leaned back, throwing his hands up in defeat. “I apologize. I shouldn't be so forward, you are right. That's not very gentleman-like of me, I agree.”

She snorted at that and shook her head. “I honestly never saw you as a gentleman,” she commented and tilted her head as it was her turn to look him over.

“Not? My, now I am quite offended!” he said with a mock-frown. “Did I not just protect you from an evil wizard and did I not just offer you my assistance? Oh and remember how I selflessly agreed to accompany you to Hogsmeade?”

Her smile faltered slightly at that as she assessed his words. “Do gentlemen do these things? I never actually met one, you know,” she said and grinned. “I mean, look at you. With your messy hair and those unruly eyebrows and how you wear your shirt rolled up to your elbows and the state of your tie... is that gentleman-like?”

“That's body-shaming, my dear,” he said and raised an eyebrow, then thought about his eyebrows and if they were really that unruly. “And it was a hot day, alright? And I just fought a bloody troll!” he added and threw his hands up. “Also, being a gentleman is not about looks, it's about deeds. Treating the fairer sex with respect and admiration and proper care –”

She watched him with growing amusement and it only made him become more flustered. “You're right, my turn to apologize. I am sorry, I forgot about the troll, to be honest...”

He scoffed and gave her a playful glare. “Is that all you can say to that?”

She leaned closer, propped on her elbows as she looked at him with a soft smile. “I do appreciate all you have done for me thus far, I honestly do.”

“Why do I hear a but?” he replied, arching his eyebrow.

“You hear a butt?”

“A but!” he repeated, furrowing his forehead. “Like in 'you're nice, but...'”

“Your nice butt?” She had way too much fun with this, the way she was snickering.

He glared at her, stunned by her wit. Yet when he recovered rather quickly after all, he shot her a smirk. “So you think I have a nice butt?”

Her turn to be stunned apparently. She cleared her throat and looked away, definitely thinking about his butt now. He laughed loudly, as she started to defend herself. “Listen, I... I mean, even if, how was I not supposed to notice that? You kept walking in front of me and you are so much taller and my eyes like to rest on a certain height and...”

“Tell me more,” he teased and leaned onto the table, his chin on his hand as he watched her closely.

She blushed and pursed her lips. “Hey, I was giving you a compliment! Not about your butt, that was just a stupid play on words. Earlier. I really appreciate your help, I do. No buts or the like. And I would definitely come back to it, should I need it. I would be stupid not to.” She inhaled deeply and leaned back in her chair, frowning slightly as he kept grinning at her despite her genuine words.

“So, do you like my butt or not?” he asked, winking at her.

“Sebastian!” Her blush grew deeper.

He only laughed as she tried to kick him again. For a short moment, as he was wrapped up by joy and playful banter, definitely enjoying the company of this new girl, he felt a sharp pain in his heart as his sister's tortured face made an appearance in the back of his mind. For a moment his smile faltered, tainted by the sudden re-emergence of her dire situation and the guilt he felt for being happy when she was not. He cleared his throat to hide it and looked away then, inhaling sharply.

Nebbia shouldn't have picked up on that, but she did. Yet she didn't mention anything, she just looked at him, a sliver of concern behind her smiling eyes.

“Would you like another Butterbeer?” he then asked, quickly falling back into his smug demeanour. “I feel we were robbed of our first ones.”

She nodded, almost a little shyly now. “Sounds good.”

“Then let me be the gentleman and get us some, alright?” he offered and threw her a wink, before he stood up. Her eyes followed his movement and she nodded again. He looked at her for a moment, then he turned away and walked back to the counter, ordering two more Butterbeers from Sirona. The task gave him time to regain his composure as he focused on not spilling the large tankards when he eventually returned to their table in the far back.

Nebbia's hands reached out and helped him as she grabbed one of the tankards and put it down carefully. He sat back down, raising his Butterbeer in front of him, and declared: “To a day full of surprises!”

She arched an eyebrow at that.

“Or... to new friends?” he suggested with a laden smile.

She smiled back and took the large mug with both hands and gently pushed it against his. “To new friends.”

They drank in silence, both looking at each other over the edge of their Butterbeers. He watched her closely. She seemed to enjoy the drink as much as her first one, her eyes big and excited as she slurped away happily, more foam gathering on her upper lip. He focused on her happiness and slowly pushed the darkness back into the depth of his mind.

“This is not really... beer, is it?” she then asked, licking the foam off her lip – and he had to really force himself not to stare once more.

“Not the traditional kind, no, but there is some alcohol in it,” he told her, taking another sip of his own drink.

“There is?” she squeaked, either in surprise or terror.

He laughed softly. “Tiny amounts. Barely noticeable when you're a human, but I have heard of cases in which house elves got really knackered on Butterbeer. And even though you may be short, you are not a house elf, so don't worry,” he concluded and smirked at her.

When she lifted up her foot to kick him once again under the table, he quickly leaned down and grabbed her ankle, holding her leg as he stared at her with a wicked grin. She blushed deeply and her mouth fell open slightly as she tried to get her leg back, but he held it tightly between his fingers, squeezing softly.

“Did you want to say anything?” he teased.

“Stop calling me short,” she whispered, inhaling sharply when he slipped his other hand under the table to slide it up her shin to her knee.

“Only when you grow a few inches,” he whispered back, his hand now moving around her knee until he teased his fingers right against the back, giving her one quick tickle before she shrieked and squirmed, almost spilling her Butterbeer as she kicked against the table.

“Stop!” she hissed and slapped his hand away, her entire face flushed as she stared at him breathlessly.

He leaned back in his chair, releasing her leg before he put his hands back around his tankard.

“What happened to being a gentleman?” she muttered, focusing back on her own drink.

“You said I wasn't one, so why should we keep pretending?” he countered with a smirk, taking a big sip of Butterbeer.

Now it was her turn to surprise him as she suddenly leaned over the table, extended a finger and brashly wiped her finger over his upper lip, picking up the foam that had gathered there. He stared at her with wide eyes as she leaned back and licked the foam off her finger, her green eyes boring into his as she did so.

He was absolutely stunned, feeling his own cheeks warming up badly.

Of course she noticed his reaction and leaned back with a satisfied smirk, giving her lips another swirl of her tongue. Everything inside of him was fighting against the urge to jump over the table and press his mouth against hers, tasting that sweet little tongue right there and then. Instead he breathed loudly through his nose as he pressed his lips together, slowly shaking his head.

“What? We've established that you're not a gentleman, so I don't have to be a lady either!” she said with a chuckle. “Which I'm not, believe me. Far from it.”

“Is that how you got your scar?” Sebastian then asked, watching her closely.

She frowned at the sudden change of topic and mindlessly fingered the line running across her right eye. There was no more playfulness in her face, even her blush went down rapidly.

“I'm sorry,” he said quickly, furrowing his forehead. “I didn't mean to pry.” He continued watching her, before he leaned closer. “Look, I got one too,” he said and pointed his index finger at the little white line right beneath the left corner of his lips. “From a fight with my sister,” he told her, trying to coax more information out of her.

“You have a sister?” she then asked, going a different direction than he had hoped.

“Yes, Anne, she's my twin,” he replied, forcing himself to stay neutral about it.

“Is she in Hogwarts too?”

“She was... she's not well at the moment,” he said quietly, his heart beating a little bit faster. “But... she'll be better soon and back at Hogwarts in no time!” he told her, trying to convince himself as well. He had tried to sound hopeful, as cheery as possible, but again she seemed to pick up on the little dark undertone of his voice.

“I'm sorry about your sister,” she whispered across the table.

He looked away at that and raised his tankard to drink the last remnants of Butterbeer in one big gulp. Once he was done, he wiped his mouth and set it down with a loud sigh.

“Well, what do you say we get another one?” he asked, smirking at her, falling back into the habit of pretending that everything was fine. A game he had become pretty good at recently.

She watched him solemnly and shook her head. “I think we should head back to the castle. I bet it's already late...”

He frowned at her and after a quick glance at his pocket watch, he sighed deeply. “I suppose you're right...” He looked up at her. “Can't have you breaking curfew on your first day, eh?”

Nebbia chuckled at that. “That's for my second day, you say?” she replied with a small wink. It was either the wink or the tone of her voice or the gleam in her eyes, but something told him that he should keep this girl close. She was too precious to let go, too perfect.

When they left The Three Broomsticks later, he led her to the nearest Floo Flame. After her initial wariness of stepping out onto the dark streets of Hogsmeade as her mind went back to Victor Rookwood's threat, she was now staring at the green flame and Ignatia Wildsmith's stony face.

“Okay, hang on just a second. You mean to tell me we could have used the Floo Flame network to get from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade instead of walking?” Her eyes wandered to his face, wide and almost furious. “Why did we walk?”

He chuckled. “To see all the fine landmarks, of course! Come on, it was a nice little exercise, you'll certainly need it if you want to traverse the castle without breaking down every other step. Remember, there are 142 staircases in Hogwarts and probably twice as many hallways.”

She glared at him, then looked back at the green flame. “So how does this work?” she then asked, looking directly at the moving face, which looked right back, blinking and frowning at the girl.

“You take a little bit of this,” he told her and pointed at the Floo powder in a bowl beneath the flame. “You state where you want to go, loud and clearly, then you throw the powder into the flame.”

She tilted her head, taking a step back. As curious as her expression was, there was also fear in it, uncertainty. “Perhaps we should just walk...” she whispered.

“Nonsense!” he exclaimed. “Especially not at night, with Rookwood looking for you. Come on, we'll do it together this time, to get you acclimated.” Sebastian held out his hand for her. “Trust me.”

Nebbia stared at his hand, biting her lip, before she extended hers and slowly put it between his long fingers. He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. With a gasp she looked up at him.

“We're usually not supposed to travel in pairs, but if you stand really close to me, this should work just fine,” he told her and put his free hand on her waist, gently pushing her against his body. He saw her cheeks blushing in the eerie green glow of the flame, her eyes were sparkling with a mixture of excitement and worry. “Hold onto me,” he said quietly.

She gingerly let go of his hand and raised her arms to wrap them around his torso, still looking up at him with wide eyes. He moved his hand to her lower back, slowly pushing her flush against him. Then he reached out his free hand and grabbed a handful of Floo powder. While holding her agitated gaze, he stated “Hogwarts, Bell tower!” and then threw the powder onto the green flame.

With a whoosh and a firm tug to his navel during which he heard her gasp loudly as she clung to him tighter, the green flame engulfed them both and pulled them through time and space until they landed with another whoosh on the intricate stone floor of the Bell tower. At first he was glad they ended up with their feet firmly on the ground, but then she swayed and with her arms still tightly around him, they both tumbled down in a heap of bodies and limbs.

He felt his back hit the hard floor and he arched it to dampen the fall, but when she fell on top of him he groaned and all the air left his lungs. Her hair fell into his face, before she scrambled to put her hands on either side of his head and pushed herself up, looking down at him with her eyes wide and her lips parted. He watched her, his heart racing inside his chest. She could have clambered off of him many times now, but she remained lying on him, her hips pressing against his with her legs tugged between his angled knees, her arms shaking slightly as she held up her torso.

Without thinking as his mind felt fuzzy and full of static, he reached up a hand and pushed her hair behind her ear, a gentle, careful gesture with his thumb grazing over her cheek softly. He noticed the slight tremble of her lips, how her eyes wandered over his face and the warmth settling right beneath where his thumb was drawing lazy circles on her skin. Seconds ticked past, maybe even minutes, with their eyes locked onto the other's in a silent assessment of the situation.

And to his utter surprise it was her who moved first as she lowered her face closer to him, her breath ghosting his lips as she stared into his eyes. And when she mindlessly licked her lips, it was his turn. The hand holding her face pulled her down towards him with a firm tug before their mouths collided with a smack. She gasped against him, yet quickly fell into the rhythm he directed as he closed his lips hungrily around hers. Kissing him back with the same amount of fervour, she leaned down on her elbows, pressing her chest into his as her fingers started digging into his hair.

He heard himself moaning against her mouth, the sound echoing eerily through the dark, empty hall, yet he was too involved to register that they were lying in the middle of the Bell tower entrance, right beneath the wide eyes of Ignatia Wildsmith. His hand gripped the back of her neck as he pushed his face upwards into hers, breathing loudly through his nose as he deepened the kiss by pressing the tip of his tongue against her bottom lip.

She watched him out of half-lidded eyes and didn't hesitate at all when she parted her lips more and pushed her own tongue against his. He inhaled sharply, another groan leaving his throat as the kiss got even messier and more passionate. He pushed her hair out of her face with his free hand and held her head tightly between his fingers, guiding her as their tongues continued their wild wrestle.

Her noises were something between loud breaths and quiet whimpers as she pressed her jaw firmly against his, tilting her head to get even closer to him as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her movements seemed just as desperate as his and he felt his heart pounding inside his chest as he still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening. Breathing loudly against each other, he was tempted to roll her around and press his body firmly against hers. Instead he just jerked his hips upwards and to his continued surprise, she replied the motion with a grinding of her own hips.

Another moan escaped him and it was in that exact moment that another sound came to his ears. A cough. A clearing of a throat. The sound that made his blood freeze inside his veins. Their movements halted immediately as they remained glued together by their mouths, lips pressed together, tongues paused in the middle of tasting the other, with their eyes wide as they stared at each other.

Another cough came to his ears and he slowly, reluctantly let go of her head and she leaned back up instantly, her hands firmly planted on either side of his head as she scrambled back to her feet, her face flushed and her lips swollen and trembling. She grabbed his hand and helped him stand up as well and he felt about the same as her, cheeks blushed and lips tingling. Both of them were completely out of breath. His hand remained clutching hers and when he looked around at who had caught them, he felt a laugh vibrating in the back of his throat.

The ghost of the Fat Friar floated above them, watching them with a curious tilt to his neckless head. Nebbia stared up at the ghost in terror, be it because it was her first time seeing one of Hogwarts house ghosts or because they were caught in such a compromising position. Sebastian cleared his throat, wiping over his mouth with the back of his free hand and bowed his head slightly.

“Excuse us, sir,” he told the ghost and with another nod of his head, pulled the girl along who stumbled after him, her eyes still fixed on the translucent form of the monk, who watched them with an amused grin on his happy face.

Once the initial shock died down, he could hear her giggle softly, her free hand pressed to her lips as she quickly walked behind him. He smirked to himself and once they reached a dimly lit corner of the adjacent hallway, he pulled her close to him, before he pushed her right against the wall. She gasped and looked up at him, her hand finding his chest as she tried to catch her breath.

No words were necessary as they looked at each other, the hunger still throbbing through both of their bodies. They threw themselves at each other at the same time, arms wrapping around necks and waists as their mouths collided once more, their heavy breathing filling the empty corridor. His hands moved all around her body, from her back upwards to grip her hair gently, then back down to rest against her lower back, softly teasing the curve of her backside, while her hands grabbed the front of his shirt tightly as she leaned up against him on her toes, lodged between the wall and his body.

He had no idea for how long they were kissing each other like this, with their lips brushing together and their tongues circling around the other and their breaths heavy between them. His head was spinning from exertion and lack of air, yet he didn't want to stop. He had wanted to taste her and feel her ever since he had seen the sliver of skin beneath her skirt this morning. He had felt almost ashamed for having these thoughts about a girl he had barely even known, yet he had never expected that said girl seemed to feel the exact same about him – with the way she was pushing herself against him now.

It was when his hands moved lower, sliding over the curve of her butt to the back of her thighs, slowly pulling her skirt up with nimble fingers that she froze in his embrace, her hands pushing against his chest as she leaned away, breathless and dishevelled as she looked, her eyes wide and her lips trembling. He inhaled sharply and moved his hands back up to her waist, a soft smile on his swollen lips.

She slipped back down to her feet and normal height, tilting her chin up and leaning her head against the wall behind her as she looked at him, curiously, her forehead creased in slight lines as she seemed to digest what had happened. His blood was rushing in his ears loudly and he really couldn't care less about any consequences. Though the longer she just watched him, her chest rising and falling fast as she breathed heavily past shivering lips, the more sense kicked back into his head.

“Well,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was...”

“Confusing?” she replied, frowning slightly more.

“Overwhelming,” he finished with a smirk. “Overwhelmingly amazing...”

She let out a stifled laugh and looked away, her cheeks as red as her lips. Her hands dropped to her sides and she inhaled deeply. “Sebastian, I...”

Something about her voice made his heart stop. He gently grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. “Was it too much?” he asked quietly, alarmed.

She licked her lips. “No, well, a little, certainly unexpected, in a way, but not –”

“Stop analysing it, please,” he said with a light chuckle. “No need to find the right words.” His thumb slowly caressed her hipbone as he kept holding onto her waist firmly with his other hand, pushing her backside against the wall. “Unless you want me to stop?”

She looked at him, biting her raw lips and wincing slightly as she did so. “Perhaps we... should take a break...”

His hand cupped her face gently, his thumb softly prodding at the corner of her mouth. “Perhaps we should,” he whispered. “I'm sorry...”

“No need to apologize,” she whispered back. “I... wanted this too...” she admitted with her cheeks warming up beneath his touch. He smiled wider at that.

Reluctantly, he took a step back, releasing her body from caging her in with his, even dropping his hands back to his sides. She remained leaning against the wall, watching him curiously.

“So do you welcome all the new girls like this?” she teased with a coy smirk.

He laughed out loud, the sound echoing through the hallway. “Only the pretty ones,” he teased right back, smiling down at her as his hand moved back up to tug a strand of hair behind her ear. She gently grabbed his wrist and leaned against his touch, her eyes boring into his. “And you're the prettiest for sure.”

Her smile was shy, but she didn't look away. They stood like that for another silent moment, the kiss(es) still fresh on his mind as he felt his lips pulsating. In the end it was her again who moved first, taking a step closer to him as she grabbed his free hand. “Can you take me to my common room? I'm afraid I don't know where to go, I've only been there once...”

His heart fluttered and he smirked wider, nodding as he squeezed her hand gently. “Of course,” he said quietly and led her down the hallway. She shot him the occasional side-glance and shy smile, as they walked through the dark, empty castle. He didn't take the shortest route to the Ravenclaw tower, but the safest one, past the prefects and ghosts patrolling the halls until they reached the long spiral staircase leading up.

Nebbia wasn't as breathless as he had expected once they arrived in front of the large doorknocker. As he let go of her hand, she stepped closer and solved the riddle the large golden eagle gave her with ease while his mind was still way too foggy from all the things he had experienced today. The door swung open and she turned back to him, smiling softly.

“Thank you for today, Sebastian,” she whispered and reached her hand out to him.

He quickly grabbed it and walked back to her, pulling her into a slightly too excited hug that caused her to gasp and giggle. “Thank you,” he insisted and kissed the top of her head.

“I'll see you tomorrow?” she asked quietly as she looked up at him.

He nodded eagerly. “I'm sure you will.”

She didn't move for another minute or so, just looking at him, seemingly also wondering if all of this had been real. He gave her waist a light squeeze.

“Good night, Nebbia,” he whispered.

“Good night,” she replied and leaned up to press her lips to his jaw. Then she let go and stepped away, past the threshold into her common room, waving at him as she did so.

Once the door closed behind her, he turned around and walked all the way down to the dungeons, his mind reeling as he kept remembering how soft her lips had felt and how eager she had been to kiss him back, how they had bantered as if they had known each other much, much longer. The more he thought about her, the warmer the feeling inside his stomach became, spreading through his entire body.

And for once, the nagging voices inside his head were silent.

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any sasodei headcanons you’d be willing to bless us with? some of mine are:

sasori is extremely obsessive when it comes to deidara; once sasori takes a liking to something or someone, he’s the type to go IN. He wants to peel all of deidara’s layers one by one, dissect his thoughts, past, habits and attitudes, inspect every inch of his body in and out, get to know him deeply and intimately and figure out all there is to deidara, like he does with his craft. in my head, not only does he find deidara to be extremely fascinating (and stupid, he really doesn’t know why he’s in love with him) and is very captivated by him, but due to the loss of his parents, he forms an obsessive, borderline morbid attachment to deidara that manifests in things like having to know where he is at all times, ensuring he’s safe, thorough clinical check ups after battle, freaking out and getting angry at deidara when he’s putting himself in danger/gets hurt, etc. Though deidara is capable of taking care of himself and sometimes finds sasori’s behavior to be patronizing or belittling, he’s a HUGE attention whore and he LOVES all the doting and attention sasori gives him, good or bad. I think they’re both extremely starved for connection and love, and it manifests in obsessive attachment for sasori, and extreme attention whoring for deidara.

as opposed to sasori, i actually like to think that deidara was just born that way, and i don’t mind the lack of explicit tragic backstory to deidara (but also acknowledging that war and shinobi training on a child was probably damaging to an extent). He definitely strikes me as a sociopath/narcissist, and one of the things i enjoy about him is his nonchalance and lack of remorse for his actions; he’s less of an uwu baby and more of a chill little psycho to me.

speaking of chill: imo deidara is actually very laid back and funny, and i refuse and reject the “hot-headed comic relief” role he was given on later in the anime. While he’s no doubt arrogant and temperamental and has an inferiority complex, he’s also smart, quick, witty, deadly and mostly cool calm and collected (unless a sore spot is hit). Sasori on the other hand… sasori has a very short fuse, and is very prone to quick anger outbursts when things slip from his control or don’t go according to plan. But sasori is also more mature, and often has to reign in deidara and his ire.

sasori’s love language is definitely acts of service. He’s no good with expressing his feelings, and doesn’t have deidara’s desperate need to touch and to be touched, but he shows his love for deidara via things like bathing him after a battle, washing his hair, brushing it for him, doing deidara’s mani and pedicure, etc.

in his earlier days, deidara deeply resented the akatsuki and itachi for forcing him to be part of the organization, when all he wanted to do was be free and do his thing; i see deidara as a petulant and bratty child who had his freedom taken away, and started acting up terribly as a result of this. He’d throw temper tantrums, have screaming matches with sasori, blow shit up, cry and make horrible choices in retaliation, which he’s often get disciplined for by the akatsuki. he often would try to escape the basement, only for sasori to drag him back by his hair and punish him. As he grew up he calmed down and started minding the akatsuki less and less.

deidara is obsessed with birds, and is a huge people watcher/very observant; in his downtime he often tries to convince sasori to do “normal people” things with him.

deidara has a raging teenager libido that sasori had to develop a human- form jutsu for, in order to appease deidara’s appetite regularly and often, or he becomes insufferable. Pleasure is well and okay, but for sasori sex is all about exercising the control he has over deidara.

speaking of power dynamics… deidara cedes most control to sasori in various aspects of their partnership, but is actually very difficult to break; he always makes sure to hold some control for his own, just in case things get out of hand. Sasori has managed to bring him past that a few times, and he most treasures the instances when he gets deidara to submit fully and without reserve. Sasori values devotion the most.

I have so many its real hard to organize them into something coherent but here goes nothing!! 

-Sasori has Severe Attachment Issues, for obvious reasons. And like you said, it definitely comes out as obsessive behavior over Deidara. He can't quite admit he's attached, he likes to pretend its just because they're forced to be partners and keeping him alive is just another one of his job duties. Everyone but him knows he's lying to himself. Especially Deidara. He is well aware of his importance to Sasori, despite only having the vaguest idea of why Sasori is so skittish around attachments. Between his parents and Komushi, everyone he loves dies, so if he just doesn't love, then they can't die, right? Or if they do, it won't hurt, right? 

-Wrong. Deidara can be reckless and bold, but overall he's a very skilled shinobi and tactician, so he doesn't actually get into severe life threatening danger too often. Plus, as exhibited in their first appearance, Sasori actually trusts Deidara to get the job done on his own (and he's RIGHT). HOWEVER. One genuine near death experience where Sasori had to rush him back to HQ and do his damn best to keep Deidara alive with his skills far better suited to dead bodies made him absolutely panic. Phantom heartbeat and all. Pacing the shop while Deidara sleeps it off, heavily sedated, covered in poultices and bandages, Sasori realizes that refusing to admit attachment wouldn't make it hurt any less if he lost Deidara. 

-Its all over for the hoes (Deidara). He wakes up to a completely new Sasori that sets him entirely off kilter for Days. He's overbearing and fussy and overprotective and spoiling Deidara with as many acts of service he can possibly contrive, all while being verbally just as cold and dismissive as always. Deidara is smug and flattered and allows it, never pushes Sasori to admit anything because he really doesn't need to. He does however make this up to himself by taking advantage of it at every possible opportunity. He looooves attention. Even when Sasori gets way too overprotective.

-Deidara's got a gnarly fuckin pain tolerance and he'd like to be treated as such!! It kinda drives him nuts when Sasori acts like Deidara needs to be maintained like one of his puppets. Like its flattering too so he puts up with it because thats how Sasori shows he cares, but they definitely get in arguments about it. But arguments are just foreplay for them so its kinda part of the fun. He riles Sasori up for fun, knowing that the more pissed he is, the more sadistic he'll be later. Sasori still fusses over him in aftercare, but not in the same panicked and obsessive way he does after a battle because he knows Exactly what he did to Deidara and also exactly how to treat it, knowing it is all always fixable, even if it requires specialized antidotes and/or a few days to walk it off.

-Sasori as a human had a shockingly low pain tolerance for a shinobi. Part of why he wanted a puppet body. He would bitch and moan and languish over getting knicked by a kunai. That's part of why he created Hiruko. Even if he can't feel, it doesn't mean he needs to put his body at risk willy nilly. He's also Obsessive about keeping his puppet body in absolutely perfect condition, not even a scratch on the varnish.

-Sometimes when Deidara is just too fucking cute/beautiful/perfect/whatever Sasori is gripped with emotions he cant handle or explain and it turns into hostility. He's got that squish instinct where he hears kill bill sirens and wants to crush anything that crawls under his skin and makes him *feel* these weird fuzzy emotions that he shouldn't be able to have. He hates it, its really confusing and weird and uncomfortable but he's also so fascinated he can't help himself.

-Speaking of emotions. His puppet body isn't quite capable of them, he doesn't have the mess of neurochemicals and physiological responses that most people have. No racing heart, sweating, trembling hands, headaches and stomachaches, sore muscles, bruises, hunger, exhaustion, none of it. So when something can reach into his heart and make him feel shit... he's not the best at handling it. can't really recognize what it is, most of the time.

-Deidara can, though. He's startlingly emotionally intelligent, as in he's perceptive and a tactician who understands what's happening and knows well enough not to go poking landmines. He sidesteps this so deftly Sasori has no idea he knows, while Deidara is far more aware of Sasori's emotions than he is.

-With this said though, Deidara's still super unstable, volatile, prone to quick and violent mood swings. Just because he understands on a logical level doesn't mean he is immune to them. He's impulsive and prone to overreacting to shit and he doesn't feel particularly motivated to hold himself back most of the time. His emotions strike like a match and burn out just as fast, usually leaving craters in their wake though. He likes blowing shit up, and honestly, good for him he needs an outlet for all that.

-Sasori's outlet is his puppetry, obviously. Nothing makes him feel more powerful than being elbow deep in a not-quite-dead skilled shinobi's chest cavity, pulling them apart and rearranging them to best suit him. I think he used to be veryyyy squeamish as a human, but now that he's exempt from death and does not have the same physiological disgust reactions, its very clinically detached and calculated for him.

-Sasori's other outlet is Deidara. Deidara lets him do damn near whatever the fuck he wants, and he loves the heady power trip of watching Deidara react for him. He likes to control him. He's possessive and demanding and selfish, but in a deeply sadistic way where it always translates to doing some depraved shit to Deidara just to hear him beg. Likewise, being under Sasori's control is the only way Deidara can let go and feel that sort of bliss that comes with allowing himself to be entirely mindless. He trusts Sasori so much, very literally with his life when it gets into the kinkier sides of their dynamic. Deidara is a pain slut and Sasori has control issues and a nasty case of bloodlust. Just go look at those gifs of Human Sasori in battle. Go on, I'll wait. You know that face he makes where his eyes widen and he smiles way too wide? Yeah. He's delighted by causing pain, and Deidara is delighted to receive it from him.

-They are so fucking kinky. I mean its already literally canon that Deidara calls Sasori 'master' and Sasori calls him 'brat' like come ON the precedent is set!! Even the english dub version of 'my man' is pretty fucking gay too. So yeah, theyre master and brat, Kishi said so, I'm just making it explicit. I could write dissertations on their dynamic but this is getting long enough so I will keep it so simple. For now.

-A non exhaustive list of what they're into: domination/submission, complete power exchange, bratting, brat taming, orgasm control/denial/overstimulation, praise!!, impact play, bondage (hello that coil gets put to good use), wax/temperature play, under the influence/poison play, literally anything that makes Deidara feel and scream while Sasori laughs. Deidara wants transcendence, Sasori wants control, they both get everything they need in whatever way Sasori deems fit. He does what he wants and Deidara learns to like it or loves when he hates it. Its complicated, but it works for them.

-They never really talk about it, they don't verbalize their feelings or spend too long negotiating scenes or rehashing after they're over. Bad bdsm etiquette, yes, but honestly they don't really need to. They understand each other implicitly, they've been partners in battle for years at this point, they know what real pain and fun pain looks like. Plus it adds this twist of angst where they both sit with these feelings they are so aware are reciprocated, but they're not comfortable or maybe even able to express it like that. They're artists though, they're used to alternative forms of self expression.

-Sasori is meticulous about aftercare. Fussy, overbearing, kind of annoying but Deidara fucking loves it he's so needy and starved for affection and recognition and praise and tenderness and care. And Sasori loves that Deidara is enamored by him, too fascinated to ever leave and Sasori will nurture that dependence because he likes being needed. They're so fucked up but they work perfectly for each other and only each other. Thats the only mother fucker in any of the shinobi nations who can handle him (mutual).

#deidara #sasori #head canons #sasodei #i decided to keep this to canon hcs bc i wanna get into my modern au in the fic itself #im getting there i s2g #until then pls enjoy this <3 #thanks for the good hcs anon i love these #theyre war criminals they can be a little toxic as a treat!!