#he wasn't able to stand up for her when it actually mattered. (whether that was the best approach for him anyway isn't rly the point)

[muninnhuginn]

having a growing appreciation of character dynamics that involve pedestals breaking. where a character thinks another character their god, only to realise that they're human after all.

sometimes that leads to heartbreak, betrayal. but other times, they grow from it and build a stronger relationship as a result. a more mutual one.

#this is part of why I find shimamitsu in skippy loafer so well written I think #the way that both of them start by placing the other above them in different ways but over time realise it's not actually like that #it's more pronounced with shima's perception of mitsumi just because his perspective of everything is already so skewed #but mitsumi too basically thought shima was her guidance in all things social. and it took them dating for her to realise that actually? #he wasn't able to stand up for her when it actually mattered. (whether that was the best approach for him anyway isn't rly the point) #it's that before then she hadn't really thought he could get it wrong. and whilst her conclusion was 'he doesn't like me that way' #(which is also wrong) it did make her sit back and actually reconsider things (and him) in a way she couldn't have otherwise. #and her then rejecting him led to his own realisation arc. he had to be nudged there by others sure. #but learning that mitsumi's perception wasn't objective reality. that maybe she was also wrong sometimes and made mistakes. #for him it actually opened up more possibilities. she isn't perfect. nor is he. that's fine actually. #(yes I also have other dynamics on my mind but- well. I'm thinking of this one rn #because it actually shows the growth part rather than just the initial fall/angst that arises.)

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Two

— Little Big Flight

Read part one here

Series Masterlist

Note: Max isn’t a major part of this chapter.

wc: 1.7k

Isabella hadn't stopped talking about Max since the day the two of you met him—in the grocery store of all places.

Her excitement was beyond imaginable, and that says a lot coming from you, a mother of a six year old that should be familiar with her big imagination.

As promised, Max had contacted you for the details later that day, surprising you with flight tickets and hotel already booked. You called him as soon as you saw the message, and gave him a little earful about doing too much for two strangers.

His response, "we don't have to be strangers anymore."

The harder part however, was explaining to Isabella's father, Tyler, that you were gifted a paddock pass for yourself and your daughter. Unfortunately, the race weekend was during your ex's days to keep Isabella, so you had to tell him about the plans.

While he might've been an okay father, he wasn't the best partner. Which is why when you told him, he laughed, not believing you for a second. That is, until you showed him the flight ticket to the Netherlands, where the next race was held.

You didn't have to tell him that you met Max, your daughter already did because she couldn't contain her excitement.

You spoke to him when you were standing by the door to his house when dropping Isabella off during your week so Tyler would still able to spend time with her before you leave. When he attempted to playfully ask why he wasn't invited to the race, Isabella shrugged but you knew he was actually asking you.

"You're flying out for work, it wouldn't have been possible." You didn't tell him that Max never offered, that secret was yours to keep.

The conversation didn't last long, since a woman you hadn't met, came and stood behind Tyler. Now you usually didn't care about who comes and goes in his house, but it mattered when your daughter was there. Fortunately, the woman was leaving so you didn't have to bring up the topic. A so-called rule he created when the two of you separated.

"Alright angel, I'll see you in a few days," you crouched down and kissed Isabella's forehead. Wrapping her arms around you, she whispered in your ear, "I love you, mama."

"I love you too, angel. Have fun here yeah?" Watching her nod, Tyler sent her inside and remained standing at the door to speak to you.

"I should get going," you told him and turned to leave, but he called your name to stop you. "Thank you for sending her over this week."

"Yeah, no worries." While you were fine with keeping things formal between you and Tyler, you didn't really want to spend any extra time with him without Isabella.

Truthfully, you were still in contact with him because of Isabella as she deserved to grow up around both parents and so far, it was going well.

As soon as you sat in your car, you received a text from a newly familiar person, Max. A small smile grew on your face at the thought of him. While he might've asked for your number to send the pass details, there were a few unrelated texts that were sent as well.

Whether it was just asking about your day, or how Isabella is doing, it made your days a little sweeter knowing that he genuinely wanted to know.

Even in his latest text, he was asking about your day. You responded, telling him about dropping off Isabella at Tyler's, mentioning how much you'll miss her over the next few days. Then, you drove off, dreading to think of ways to spend time without your little one.

—

You had a lot of free time on your hands during the week that Isabella was at Tyler's house. Even after checking off every errand you had to complete, you decided to do some research about the sport. It was a lot of information to take in and all you remember, is that you would miss the practices, but would be able to watch qualifying and the actual race.

It was now Friday, ten days later, and you were boarding a flight to the Netherlands with Isabella to watch your daughter's favourite driver race.

You were quite nervous to take Isabella on a flight, as it would be the second time. The first time was four years ago, and that too was necessary at the time or else you wouldn't have taken a two year-old Isabella on the plane.

However, Isabella wouldn’t have remembered many details from that flight, so it could also be considered her first.

Truth is, you didn't travel much after giving birth to your beautiful daughter, so you kept glancing at her to ensure she was okay during the boarding process.

While Isabella was still very excited to visit a new country, you could tell that she became slightly nervous as she sat down, all buckled in her assigned seat beside yours in anticipation for takeoff.

She was looking out the window, taking in the beauty of the early morning hours. That was, until she noticed the plane beginning to move.

"Mama," she exclaimed a little loudly, immediately finding your hand and grasping on to it tightly. "It's okay, Bella, we're flying to see Max right? Are you excited?" You asked, knowing the answer to the question very well but it was just a little way to distract her. As expected, she nodded eagerly, rambling on about everything she learned about Formula 1 with her daddy.

Clutching on to her favourite teddy bear, that she's had since birth, with one hand and the other still holding on to yours, she closed her eyes tightly once the plane picked up speed on the runway. You ran your free hand through her hair, whispering words and asking questions to distract her until the plane was stably in the air.

Fortunately, it was a seven hour flight which wasn't excessively long and wouldn't cause any additional stress on how to keep Isabella entertained.

Having downloaded the movie Cars on an iPad, you were able to keep her busy for two out of seven hours. She was happily watching, forgetting the fact that they were many miles up in air. Despite the fact that Isabella has watched this movie one too many times, it was still her favourite.

Especially after watching Formula 1, she quickly considered Charles Leclerc as Lightning McQueen when she first saw him in the red car on track. Even if Max was her favourite driver, she would speak of the Ferrari driver almost as often.

Fortunately, there was a tad bit of more privacy considering you and Isabella were seated in first class. The credit for that could be given to Max. When you asked him why first class was necessary, he responded with, "you two are my guests for the race, and my guests always need to have one of the best flight experiences."

Although, he didn't mention why it was one of the best and not the best. He held back on the fact that the best experience would be in his private plane. Perhaps one day, you and Isabella would travel with him and he would be able to share the experience. Which he believes would be a whole lot better than flying with his usual team.

The only time Isabella tightly clutched on to your hand, was during takeoff, landing, and some mild turbulence. Other than that, she had a lot of fun constantly finding a way to speak to the flight attendant.

She considered the flight attendant her friend, mainly because she kept bringing Isabella snacks to pass the time. Since Isabella stayed awake during the majority of the flight, she was close to falling asleep near the end.

After the events in the grocery store, you ensured to never leave Isabella's hand in a public place even after she assured you that she wouldn't run away. So, throughout the process of getting your small suitcase, Isabella was standing right beside you, holding your hand.

"Is Maxy gonna pick us up?" Isabella asked as you walked towards the exit. You shook your head, "no, angel, he's busy."

Dejected, Isabella pouted and you had to keep yourself from chuckling at her antics. "We'll see him tomorrow, just one more night," you reassured and the pout was replaced with a smile. If she could wait over a year for Tyler's promise that was never fulfilled, she could wait one more night until it is fulfilled by you.. and Max.

After a thirty minute drive from the airport to the hotel, you were able to get off your feet and relax. While Isabella was fascinated by the view from your hotel room, you picked up your phone and sent Max a text stating that you and Isabella safely arrived as per his request.

Usually, you'd get that request from your mother, as she always needed a text or a call to ensure your safety, especially whenever you were out with Isabella.

As expected, you had an unread message from your mother asking the same. "Bella, come here," you called out and heard patters of her small feet running towards you.

"Are we sending nanna a picture?" She asked, already knowing what was going on and you laughed, nodding.

You snapped a photo of her blowing a kiss to the camera and sent it to your mother. Two minutes passed before you got a response from her, "cutest as always but what about my little girl?"

Opening the camera again, you took a snapped a photo of yourself, holding your thumbs up playfully and sent it to her. "Your little girl is perfectly safe too"

Dropping your phone on the bed, you called Isabella’s name, “I’m gonna catch you!” You playfully chased your daughter, easily picking her up, as there wasn’t a lot of space to run, and attacking her with kisses and tickles.

Your phone buzzed with a text, “beautiful”

You had accidentally sent your photo to Max after it was sent to your mother, who was supposed to be the only recipient.

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[soaringthoughts]

:: A MISFORTUNE'S VESSEL. (chapter 2)

[ lowercase intended. ] a misfortune's vessel : chapter 2/? chapter - 1 PAIRINGS: aqua hoshino x reader

A/N: I actually didn’t expect for people to see and read my work, but here we go! School just finished for me and I just graduated so I've been very busy for the past month and wasn't able to update.

I procrastinated too much on this.. But now I finally finished it. ╰(❁´◡`❁)╯

word count: 3492 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

it felt as though time had flown. you're glad that your body is finally capable of self care.

what relieves you the most is that you finally reached the age where people wouldn't suspect you for walking and talking.

it didn't take long before you can finally stand up on your own two feet, you've always sworn to never leave your crib at all rather than do all the crawling.

everything changed, however, when the news regarding Ai reached you.

you didn't get to hear an ounce of it from Miyako. but due to Ai's popularity, the news spread like wildfire all across the internet.

you were devastated. Ai passing away was the least thing you'd expect to receive after not hearing from her for years.

it made you wonder, what about Aqua and Ruby?

you can't gather the wits to ask Miyako about it. perhaps letting her recover from it would be the wiser decision.

over the past years since the incident, you barely got any attention from your parents.

Saito deserted his responsibilities. he spiraled into depression and disappeared from the company grounds. perhaps it was because of what happened to Ai.

it was all so sudden that Miyako was forced to be bombarded with these responsibilities, which only occupied more of her time so you barely got a chance to see her.

you are often alone at home, well at least that's how you felt. Saito stayed with you, but he would often lock himself up in his room and only come out to eat or use the bathroom.

hell, he even wastes his time on drinking alcohol and only gives you money just so you could take care of yourself.

Miyako, however, thought that this was bad parenting and so she decided to leave you with a babysitter.

you were upset as to why her, your own mother, is out there taking care of other children instead of her own daughter.

but you were considerate enough to understand that she's still working for strawberry productions which concludes of being present at her workplace most of the time.

but despite all that, you still managed to graduate from primary school and live your life as it is.

you are currently a highschooler. and for this next school year, you are struck by the decision of whether to take general or entertainment program for your new school.

you've always wanted to be an iconic idol like Ai but after hearing Miyako's opinion regarding this matter, you've decided to just pursue being an average student.

she didn't sound too supportive of it, especially after what happened to Ai.

being an idol really does have its ups and downs.

“I'm going.” not sounding too optimistic, Miyako was concerned by your well-being.

“I'll give you a ride.” Miyako snatched her car keys from the kitchenette's counter, accompanying you outside the house to head for the car.

normally, the atmosphere between you two is awkward. perhaps it's due to the relationship you both have and from the times that you two barely spend time together.

but today seemed different. unlike before, Miyako seemed to be more talkative around you after the disagreement you had regarding being an idol.

“I'm sorry, [Name].” Miyako tried to clear the atmosphere. but the rest of the ride was in silence, almost deafening at that.

you didn't have any response to this. you had already given up from the start, or so you thought.

taking things slow, that's your current objective.

“I believe in you, good luck.” as soon as you arrived at the destination, you stepped out of the car.

brushing a hair strand to tuck it behind your ears, Miyako's lips lifted into a bittersweet smile. perhaps it was due to her stress. but despite that, you took her smile all whole-heartedly.

“Thank you, mom.” with the return of a heartwarming smile, Miyako gave you a gentle squeeze of a hug before you head inside.

the school didn't look all too fancy, it didn't look all too good-for-nothing either. just an average school to be precise.

the clanks of your shoes reverberated through the school halls as you made your way inside.

the campus looked almost empty, but you were still passing by a few students throughout the way. perhaps they were also here for the enrollment.

you fixated your gaze over the plates of each classroom you are passing by to look for the general program you'll enroll in. it didn't take long, you eventually stumbled upon the said room as you lined yourself up with the students who also seemed to be here for this strand.

there was nothing special about the area. the building was simply structured and barely furnished. the atmosphere was dull. but perhaps it's because it's a new opened school.

as you got done signing the papers and passing the qualifications and requirements for your enrollment, which took a toll of time, you returned outside the halls and started heading back into the direction from where you came from to head back home.

it was quick, the long line was what kept you in.

unlike earlier, the sun seemed to shine brighter now. the rays of it reflected through the hall windows and over your figure. it was almost blinding.

you were able to see the hallways more properly. now that it's lit up, it actually doesn't look that bad.

you made your way throughout the area, standing out in your proper school attire and your bag slinged in your back.

your mind was stirred with your current emotions of what you feel about your upcoming school year. your mood swinging from both anticipation and nervousness at the same time. even though it's just the same strand you chose in your past life.

almost drowning in your thoughts, you didn't notice the group of people you bumped on. specifically a girl that's facing the opposite direction.

they seemed to be arguing about something, or maybe that's what you thought.

“Oh?- are you alright?” the girl was startled and swiftly turned around to check you out. luckily, it was just a small bump so you managed to stay on your ground.

you were in daze by the familiarity of her voice. you blinked a couple of times to clear your sight, before taking in the figure of the girl, along with two other people with her.

the two that were right in front of you were lookalikes despite the opposite genders they are, they must be identical twins.

as for the other girl on their back, she was immediately silenced by the sight. she had scarlet orbs and hair locks unlike the two.

you felt the guy's gaze dart at you, as if examining your features. “..[Name]?” as well as the girl, the guy's voice also seemed all too familiar.

you were surprised by how he knew your name. and that's when it finally rang a bell, it was Aqua and Ruby.

“You guys..” was all you managed to mutter. you were still in shock by the sudden encounter. you didn't expect that you'd reunite with them here, out of all places.

considering the school attire they are also in, it was obvious that they are also enrolled for this school.

you can say that nothing much changed. they were still the twins that you knew.

Aqua is still as stoic as ever. his phlegmatic tone remains the same. Ruby, still a bundle of joy, much to your surprise.

Unlike Aqua, Ruby is still as talkative as ever when comparing the two, “Aw, is that all you have to say? it has been years!” to your surprise, the two seemed to still get along with you despite not seeing each other for years.

you indulged in a small conversation, mostly about updating yourselves about what happened over the years of being separated.

“So, what program did you take?” just as Aqua had decided to chime in, the atmosphere immediately shifted from someone clearing their throat. done on purpose.

that's when you remembered that the two were also with someone else.

“I'm still here, you know.” said the 'unknown' girl to ease the atmosphere, almost feeling bad for leaving her in the dark from the reunion of you three.

she had red locks with a length that extends to the central of her neck. as well as cerise doe eyes that somehow resembles Ruby's, which complements to the color scheme of her hair.

she had a navy blue beret on, unlike you, Ruby, and the rest of the females in the school. making her stand out.

“Well.. this is kind of a personal matter, [Name] is a friend that we haven't seen for years.”

you didn't expect for Aqua to respond, but you were glad that he is finally somehow being more open than letting Ruby do all the talking.

this earned a scoff from the girl, a name that is still unknown. “Maybe let me chime in at least.. maybe we can get along.”

although you appreciated the fact that this girl was willing to talk with you, you can't help but wonder if she only said that so she wouldn't feel left out.

setting your thoughts aside, you decided to conversate anyway.

“I'm [name].” there was no need for formalities, and so you decided to just simply introduce yourself by letting her know your name. you're awkward at starting conversations after all.

“I'm Kana!”

and without a word, the girl, who is named Kana now that you knew, slipped in between the twins to close the distance between the two of you.

she abruptly dragged you by the arm with a gentle grip, turning you two away from the twins as she whispered in your ear, “So.. are you and Aqua dating?”

this question caught you off guard, especially from someone you've barely met for an hour. not even for 15 minutes.

“huh? no, we're not.” you whispered back in a sheepish manner. you didn't even know why this girl, who is practically still a stranger, would ask this.

the situation was overly awkward. you felt the eyes of the twins watching both of you from behind.

“Really?” Kana exclaimed with a hint of enthusiasm in her tone, her voice now more audible that it was probably heard by the other two. shortly after the realization sinks in, she immediately clears her throat to brush the awkward atmosphere off.

“I- I mean, really?” she followed with her voice now less excited than before to cover her excitement up.

the two of you then turned back around after clearing Kana's question up, now facing the twins once more.

the twins glanced at each other's faces as if communicating by thoughts, confusion evident in their expressions. “What was that about?” asked Ruby, staring at the two of you intently.

“Nothing!~” said Kana, with the brightest smile on her face. “Don't tell them I asked you that, okay?” she whispered once more, in which you gave a nod of approval. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“For how long are you two going to keep on following me?” Aqua remarked in his usual tone.

― “Until you answer all my questions!” said Kana.

― “I'm not. I'm headed in the same direction.”

he simply hummed at the difference of your responses, spiced with a hint of displease from Kana's perseverance.

the two went on in their way with a small conversation, although it was mostly Kana just bombarding Aqua with questions.

you were headed for the same path as Aqua, it just happened that your destination was the same route as his.

throughout the entire conversation of the two, you were quiet. but you couldn't help but pique curiosity from their topic, especially from how persistent Kana is to suggest Aqua to continue acting.

so he used to be an actor? a child one at that. or so you thought.

“I'm headed that way, see you two.” you pointed in the opposite direction of two paths you three came across. this time, your route is now different from what they are taking. so you decided to inform them of your route before parting your ways.

“Wait! Why don't you come with us, [Name]? Aqua and I were just planning for a hangout so you might as well come,”

you abruptly stopped on your tracks from hearing Kana. you then turned around to face them again, an inviting expression on Kana's face in contrast to Aqua's impassive ones.

“No we're not.” Aqua remarked,

“Come on, Aqua! you haven't seen us both for a very long time!”

“My destination is not somewhere that will keep you two entertained.”

“As long as the three of us can hold a conversation..”

“Fine.”

it took a chunk of Kana's convincing before finally persuading Aqua into it. it made you wonder as to how she can even handle his unexpressive attitude.

she waved her hand at you to call you back. and so you decided to come along since you were free after all.

“Oh, Kana Arima. I haven't seen you in so long― and..? Aqua's girlfriend?”

almost choking from your own saliva, you cleared your throat awkwardly and as well as Aqua. do old people just often ask the most off-putting questions and embarrassing things?

“No, we're not. I'm a friend. That happened to end up here for a hangout.” you emphasized the word 'hangout', as if not expecting for it to occur in some strange old man's room. you didn't even know the guy.

with a chuckle, the man twisted his chair to face you three. “I see, I see. I was kidding.”

“That wasn't very funny..” said Kana who was patting your back to ease you from the coughing, the situation almost dramatic.

the room was then eventually beaming with a light atmosphere as you all conversed with general topics regarding your lives. such as school, relationships, and.. acting, which you cannot relate to.

but despite that, you all got along despite you just meeting the other two this day.

a while after for what seemed like an hour, you four were invited to dinner by an elderly woman that barged into the room, in which you all complied.

the dining table was in silence as you all fixated your attention on the food. but the silence was also broken from time to time with short paced conversations.

“So you still live off your parents, Director.” Kana remarked in the most casual tone.

'that wasn't his wife?..' you thought to yourself. it was bizarre to think about now that Kana mentioned it.

the dinner went on with them talking about the careers they used to have with acting. it seems that Kana was still in it, unlike Aqua who apparently already quit a long time ago.

of course, they made sure to include you in as well, asking you about your route in life and as well as your interest in acting.

and so you just found out that the man used to be a director.

hell, Kana even suggested you to be an actress with her.

she really is a persistent person. she even offered to give you a training after excusing yourself that you're not fond of acting. she seemed really desperate to have a friend with her.

if only they knew how talentless you were in your past life.

but that was in the past.. right?

even so, that fact deteriorated your self-esteem despite living in a new body that is probably way better than your previous one.

it didn't take long before the sun went down. only then you realized that you spent too much time in the hangout.

Miyako must be worried by now..

as you three dismissed yourself from the director's house, Kana parted her way. her dorm was in the opposite direction unlike you who's headed for the same destination with Aqua, which is the bus station.

the walk was quiet, considering the two of you are not fond of idle chit-chatting. but of course, the tension was less awkward with a few chats.

shortly after reaching the bus station, the both of you sat on the bench.

the next bus was the last, so it's only good that you two made it in time.

the surroundings were dark. the moonlight barely lit the ground, the only light source being the flickering street lamp that was beside the bench.

“I didn't know you did acting.” you suddenly commented to put a halt to the silence.

“Not for long. It's not my course.” Aqua simply remarked. he was still a tad replier up until now.

you were slightly taken in by surprise. throughout the hangout with Kana complimenting his skills, you didn't expect him to actually dislike acting.

“So you didn't take entertainment program?”

“I took general program. I wasn't even fit to act in the first place.”

“Shame.. I would've liked to see you perform.”

“Enough about me. You took the general program too, right?”

your face shifted into one of intrigue at Aqua's response. it was nice to finally have a talk with him after hours of just awkward greetings. much to your surprise, now that you two were alone.

“I did. It would be a good coincidence if we end up in the same batch!” this earned a hum from Aqua, not showing any signs of displease of having you as a classmate.

“Hm, you're right. But it seems less likely to happen considering the amount of those that applied.”

just as you two were finally conversing once again, the moment was interrupted when the bus had finally arrived.

you two rose up from your seats to quickly head inside, not wasting any matter of second in order to not miss the bus.

the vehicle immediately drove off as you two got in despite not even getting a seat. this caused you to almost stumble, in which you managed to stay on ground by holding onto a pole and with Aqua's hands firmly grasped in your arms from behind.

“Thank you―” you sheepishly remarked, returning with a simple nod from Aqua.

you two got further inside the bus, only realizing that all the seats were full.

that must be why the driver immediately drove off, because there were no seats left available.

just then, the driver abruptly stomped the brake, causing the both of you to stumble once again.

good thing the both of you were strong enough to stay on your grounds.

as the bus stopped, one passenger left his seat as he left the bus for his stop. the bus drove off again shortly after.

you two eyed the seat.

“You sit.” said Aqua, gently shoving you closer to the available seat. of course you couldn't refuse due to how exhausted you are from the day.

as you sat, Aqua stood beside you as he held onto the bus hanger for support.

the ride was surprisingly long. and the silence was frequently broken with small talks.

you shared stories, emotions, and laughter― well, something Aqua didn't reciprocate to say the least.

he was still as stoic as ever. but that's what makes him recognizable from all the people you know. and somehow, with that distinctive demeanor of his, it reminds you of someone. 'what was his name again?..' you couldn't quite remember his name, but his face was still as clear as skies in your mind. all that you know is that it was someone in your past life.

it didn't take long before you reached your stop. you were first to get off the bus before Aqua.

“See you, Aqua.” you waved your goodbye and rose up from your seat, stealing one last glance on him.

“See you, [Name].” he returned. as you eyed your gaze on him, you noticed the faint smile that lifted up on his lips. one you've never seen from him before.

maybe you only stereotyped him of not having emotions at all, that he's unexpressive.

now you found out that he actually is, well, except for his friends.

but with all those thoughts aside, you can't help but notice how good he looked with a smile. almost charismatic.

“You should smile more often. You'd get a lot of girls.” you playfully remarked with the smuggest look you had.

his face immediately shifted back into his neutral one, as if masking his smile. in which you found kind of funny.

“Is anyone going or not?” the driver eventually spoke, impatiently tapping his foot on the bus floor as if a sign to skip the stop if no one's going down.

not wasting anymore time, you quickly got off the bus. and with a few studs of walk, you finally arrived back at home. mind at ease from having to reunite with your friend. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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[noeou]

hello:) this is based off of aces halloween card because he has a line something like saying he has his makeup down and wants to try on us sometime. could you possibly do the first years x reader headcanons of them doing the readers makeup !! i love your crush ones

HIDDEN TALENT.

letting them do your makeup, willingly... or not.

includes: ace trappola, deuce spade, epel felmier, and sebek zigvolt. ( x gn!reader )

next parts: currently unavailable.

contains: fluff! romantic.

sincerely noe ,⠀thank you for your kind words, nonnie! im glad you enjoyed them and will enjoy these just as much :) there is no jack or silver because i can't see them being interested in makeup to that extent, i'm sorry.

ACE TRAPPOLA

although it may not look like it, ace is a lot better at makeup than you'd think. he's very quick about it as well. 

when you asked him to do your makeup for no particular reason, he was actually excited. spent the whole night looking at different styles that would suit you and practice on himself. yes, he did fall asleep with makeup on his face, doesn't matter.

you first got brunch at sam's, it was (in a way) awkward with ace just staring at your face but what did you expect?

"wow, you brought a lot more than i'd expect."

you stared at your once empty vanity filled with the supplies he brought. you didn't know whether to be flattered at his effort or offended at the fact he thought he'd need this much.

"only the best for the prefect," he mumbled, mind clearly elsewhere.

he worked in silence. it was kind of funny, how close he was to your face yet not once making eye contact with you. the concentration is truly on another level.

it didn't take too long before he stepped away, somewhat proud of his first attempt on your face. 

"that was a lot harder than i thought it'd be." ace sighed, glad to finally rest his arm.

you glared at him for that statement, despite knowing what he truly meant. as much as you wanted to bring up how rude the statement could be interpreted, you noticed something was off. ace was much, much paler than usual, other than his eyes that were darkened.

standing to get a better look at his face, you finally were able to look in the mirror (he wanted you to be surprised so he had you turned away.)

no, you were not met with a monstrosity. three hearts of different sizes were made around your left eye, resembling the single one on ace's. you never would have expected such a thing from the ace trappola, infamous prankster.

a gentle snore interrupted your thoughts; a grin tugging at the corner of your lips, you worked to move him to a more comfortable spot to get some rest.

DEUCE SPADE

he learned a lot of what he knows from his mother. to start, he'd catch his mom watching makeup tutorials as background noise while she'd do anything. that's how he was introduced to the art. 

when you asked him to do your makeup, the one he wanted to do immediately came to mind. it was one he was still working on perfecting, it was inspired by one of the characters in a drama his mother frequented; his favorite one (don't tell anyone.)

before getting to work, he watched the first episode with you to show you who the look was inspired by. he kept it on as he worked, not getting distracted for a moment.

"can you look up for me?" deuce requested, gently pulling your chin upward.

"she's actually pretty cool," you hummed, eyes still glued to the screen. "i can see why you chose her as inspiration."

he tapped your nose with the end of the brush in his hands, scoffing at your comment. "i chose her because she's my favorite in the show."

"just like i'm your favorite in this wonderland?"

"you are aware that i can mess your makeup up at any given moment, right?" deuce said, glaring.

"okayokay��" you grinned, "i'll stop."

which you did, until you didn't.

funny enough he finished when the show did. and the show wasn't short. nonetheless, you took so many pictures with and without him. going as far as to fix your hair like hers, just to tease him further. 

"i'm never doing this again." he groaned, falling into a pillow to hide his flushed face. it was his best attempt at tuning out your professions of love in anaccent similar to the character's.

EPEL FELMIER

he needed a face to practice makeup on that wasn't plastic in order to complete vil's assignment, leading us to where we are now. 

while he may not be a makeup pro, he could be mistaken for one given how much attention to detail there is in his work. the precision is unmatched among his peers, apple carving was to thank for that. 

he went for a more minimalistic look, if only it didn't sting as much as it did. 

the melody of piano being played in another room made sitting through this easier than it was, humming along to that epel put you through an hour's worth of skincare (not including the time you spent on it the night prior to) before getting to the makeup part. 

an unexplainable joy filled you when there was only lip gloss left on the table, you watched as epel began tidying up his other belongings before finishing the last part.

he quickly dragged his thumb across your lower lip, to check that the chapstick had already been absorbed. the warmth in your face was at first our of shyness at the unexpected gesture, which quickly turned to irritation when your lips began to sting.

"my lips burn, again!" you poked the skin around it, wanting to wipe off the plumper but at the same time not wanting to mess up the hours of progress. 

"don't talk, ya might get some in your mouth." epel said, looking up at you for a brief moment. "i need to take pictures, don't mess it up."

"wasn't planning on it…" after a few more minutes of silence, an idea struck you, "as long as you kiss it better."

taking advantage of the confusion in his face, you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek. at least you won't be suffering alone.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

out of the other, he is definitely the most shy about being able to do makeup. he doesn't keep his knowledge secret, but he doesn't go out of his way to tell people about it either. 

he knows a lot about more traditional styles, finding the modern ones very… silly, if you will. 

given his more tradition preferences, sebek is definitely one to never use products found in stores. he makes his own. and yes, he does use them very often.

over a break, lilia convinced him to take you with them to briar valley. they planned a ball for a reason you can't recall, but it's allowed you to learn more about this side of sebek.

it took him a while to stop being flustered with the amount of skincare and make supplies he's mad. when he did, he most certainly geeked out about it. it was more of like what styles you do when, and techniques. 

"ooh, we match!" you grinned excitedly, looking at your face in the mirror.

you noticed a light shade of pink dust his ears at you observation.

"it's tradition that knights match with their lover at gatherings like these."

“what? really?” you gaped, you’ve truly come a long way.

it was almost like yesterday he was embarrassed to know you exist and now he’s willing to show your relationship to those he’s grown up with.

you pressed a kiss to his cheek before (debatably) skipping off to change.

#twst fluff #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst first years #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce x reader #epel felmier #epel x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek x reader

[dreamersbcll]

“Steps” - for @dxcinhx

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The sound of her doorknob jiggling woke Tara up.

It wasn’t unusual these days for a midnight wake-up call. She wasn’t sleeping much anymore.

She actually couldn’t recall the last night she slept peacefully. Ever since that December two years ago, it’s been hazy. Time has moved quickly, but also not at all.

Tara hasn’t been the same since two years ago. Her big sister Sam is the one who changed overnight. Tara was just forced to adapt to that change as well.

At the ripe age of ten years old, Tara has learned three rules. One was that Mami was not a safe person and she never would be. The second rule was that her Papi wasn’t coming home anymore. The fleeting dream she had that he would come home and love her like her used to, wasn't ever going to happen.

And the third final rule was that her big sister Sammy wasn’t her haven anymore. Tara could not depend on her anymore. She had to be a big girl. That was the rule that she struggled with the most.

Two years ago, Sam was her best friend. Her lifeline. The one person she could always fall back to. She used to be able to crawl into bed with Sam and wake up in her big sister’s embrace. Now if she tried that, she couldn’t make it past the locked door. Tara was lucky if she got a ‘good morning’ from Sam anymore.

It was all about steps with Sam. The two sisters were in this perpetual dance, always pushing and pulling away from each other. Tara couldn’t keep up with the changing steps and directions anymore. It seemed like Sam had new boundaries and rules each day, and Tara couldn’t predict whether they were going forward or backward anymore.

She thinks that’s what Sam wants, this constant rollercoaster. Tara tried to ride the ride as many times as she could, hoping that one day they would ride steady again. It doesn’t seem likely. Tara can’t get a smile out of her sister, much less a hug.

The sudden pushback was confusing. One day Sam kissed her face all over and the next she shoved Tara off her lap. Tara still has that scar on her knees from tumbling onto the floorboards.

But nights like these were the worst. The nights' Sam came back high or drunk, seeking Tara’s comfort. Her big sister couldn’t stand the sight of Tara in the stark daylight, but at night, suddenly she needed her baby sister. Sam would slink into her room, and join Tara in bed, wrapping her arms tightly around her middle. She would kiss Tara’s face, and mumble about how pretty Tara was.

All the while Tara smelt the alcohol on her breath and felt Sam’s hands shake around her midriff.

Sam couldn't tell Tara that she loved her or that she was pretty but once she was intoxicated, it was as if Tara was the only thing that ever mattered. It was the most confusing heartbreak of Tara’s life. Each day her heart healed, and every night it broke again. Over and over.

For every one step forward Sam made to fix Tara, she took three steps back to let her baby sister bleed out on the bed.

But Tara let her stay every night. She let Sam wrap her arms around her and pull her in, suffocating Tara with her false words and fake promises. She clung onto Sam, nails digging into her sister’s hands. She was pretty sure that each time she let go, Tara’s claw marks permanently scarred Sam’s hands.

So when the door knob jiggles tonight, Tara stays huddled in her bed, her eyes squeezed shut. She counts to ten, willing Sam to walk away. Just like when her mami comes in drunk, Tara wills them to find someone else to hurt.

But unlike her mami, Tara gives in after ten and shuffles over to the door.

“Sammy?” she whispered softly, crossing her arms tightly. She wishes that Sam didn’t answer. She wishes that Sam goes away.

Instead, Sam stays, knocking on the door. “Baby girl let me in. I need to see you, I love you,” she slurs, leaning her body against the door.

Tara squeezes her eyes shut, tears slipping out anyways. This was a heartbreak that she hopes no one has to face. Because no matter what, she will let Sam in. Sam will hold her tight, and tell her that she loves her, and she needs her, and that she’s sorry. And Tara will believe her. She will cling to Sam and cry, begging Sam to stay with her forever. Her big sister will promise that she will always stay with Tara. All will be right, and Tara’s heart will mend.

And by dawn, Sam will disappear, leaving Tara to pick up the pieces of her own heart.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #whoopsie we tried to be happy today #inspired by olivia rodrigo thanks girl #i hope you like this g <3 #im sorry #ao3 author #carpenter sisters #my writing tag #AU: i’ve got blood on my hands

[hauntedwitch04]

hii, can you make a one shot of lucien x reader where he confesses to her while drunk and doesn't know he is talking to her, maybe he thinks he's talking to feyre or someone else yk? I really like your work thks❣️

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Lucien Vanserra x Spy!Reader

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Warnings: None, just a bit of drunk confession not that drunk

Author's note: hi darling! When I read you request it came to my mind immediately so I wanted to write it down! Hope you like it, and a thousand time thanks <33

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When Feyre returned to the Court of Spring as a Spy and High Lady of the Court of Night, Rhysand did not want to send her alone, but along with her he sent you, a trusted spy of his. Since Tamlin did not know you you showed up at his door as the new servant of the house, and more specifically of your High Lady. He being the fool we all know, believed it from the first moment.

From the first moment you and Lucien have bonded, both with the intention of protecting Feyre, whom you both love very much. Often the three of you spend your evenings in one of the stables, the one farthest from the house, where you can relax and spend some time together having fun, even with the help of some alcohol.

Tonight you drank more than usual and can't stop giggling at the fox's silly jokes and funny faces.

Feyre has already been asleep on your shoulder for a while; it is easier for her to sleep with someone around, she confessed to you one of the first nights you spent here. Since she is away from Rhys she has a constant fear that nightmares and memories of the not-so-distant past will return to her mind during the night, even though you know that your High Lord watches over her beloved constantly and never makes her miss him.

You and Lucien stand for a few moments in silence gazing at the stars, the only thing you can hear are the night birds and the heavy breathing of the horses near you, when the man with fire-red hair turns and looks at you.

"I think I love you." He says in a whisper, as if the trees are listening to you and he wants that truth to remain only in the breath between the two of you. Already, for a second you delude yourself that those words are meant for you, then you realize that he is actually saying them to the beautiful and very powerful woman beside you, and not to the mere spy accompanying her. And that breaks your heart, because at this time you couldn't help but fall in love with the man of 'fall, but as always you are the second choice in your life.

"How much you drank for daring to hit on the High Lady of the Night Court. Count yourself lucky Rhys isn't here to cut your balls off." You say chuckling as your heart shatters. He looks at you, and he seems to penetrate your soul with that golden eye of his and read you like an open book, so much so that he reaches over and strokes your face with his hand.

"I wasn't talking to Feyre." He says in a serious tone. "I think I love you, and only you, my little shadow." He continues in a soft tone as he moves Feyre off my shoulder to rest her on the ground. "I love every single thing about you, and you cannot even understand how much you drive me crazy every second of my life. Every time I see you in the morning, no matter how much that day sucks, I can't help but smile as soon as I see you. And your smile, for Mother, every time I see your smile I want to kiss you until it takes your breath away and at the same time take you in that same place whether it's against a wall or a table because my body, my soul needs to feel you close." Lucien whispers a few inches from your lips. You cannot formulate any meaningful words to be able to answer him so you do the only thing you are sure of, you kiss him. Your lips touch and suddenly it is as if you are giving your first kiss for the first time again. You continue kissing passionately until you are breathless and you cannot hold back your tears. He immediately wipes them away and asks you why you are crying.

"No one had ever said such beautiful words to me." You say between sobs. "No one had ever loved me so generally."

He smiles and kisses your hand affectionately before answering you.

"Then get ready because I will tell you every day." He whispers before kissing you again, but a voice interrupts you.

"Guys, you know I love you, but I wouldn't want to witness my grandson's creation and I miss my husband enough as it is, so could you go make out a little farther apart, please." Says Feyre sleepily, her eyes still closed.

At those words none of the three can hold back their laughter. You go back to looking at the sky, this time in the arms of your favorite fox, and you finally feel light, happy, and for the first time truly loved.

#lucien vanserra x reader #lucien x reader #lucien vanserra #acotar x reader #imagine acotar

[thelakesogversion-blog]

You’re argument is that Gale is a bad friend because he ‘blamed’ Katniss for what she did to survive the games. I’ve read Catching Fire the most in the series, and there are a whopping 0 quotes of Gale doing this. Here’s what the text actually says: “He (Gale) only has his Sundays off, and I think he likes saving for you (Katniss)” and Katniss says “Hunting with Gale is still the best part of my week”. If Gale was blaming Katniss for the games, I don’t think he’d be trying his hardest to spend time for her, and I also doubt Katniss would be happy with him constantly blaming her. But wait! Hunting with Gale is still her best part of her week.

actually he does blame her and here's the proof

(He stands in the doorway as if considering whether or not to enter. He holds the unopened leather bag of food, the flask, Cinna's gloves. Gifts he will not accept because of his anger at me. I know exactly how he feels. Didn't I do the same thing to my mother? i look in his eyes. His temper can't quite mask the hurt, the sense of betrayal he feels at my engagement to Peeta.) this is a prime example of him blaming her he's mad at her for being engaged even though he is a very least somewhat aware that she doesn't want it. here's another example.("It's the way he hates you. It's so...familiar. I used to feel like that," he admits. "When I'd watch you kissing him on the screen. Only I knew I wasn't being entirely fair. He can't see that.") mockying chapter 17. so yes he was he may never have said it out loud but it's very obvious in his actions that he did blame her and the reason Gail still hung out with her it's probably because they still were trying to feed his family and yes it was still the best part of her week but she said is not the same because of the strain between them and that has a lot to do with him being upset about her being in a fake relationship with Peeta and Peeta at one point blamed her too but the difference is he takes accountability and apologizes for his actions wow gale never does deal doesn't oh and it's not just a blaming he also guilt trips her and manipulate her .

("I knew you'd kiss me.""How?" I say. Because I didn't know myself."Because I'm in pain," he says. "That's the only way I get your attention." He picks up the box. "Don't worry, Katniss. It'll pass.") this is what I'm talking about he literally admitted to making katniss to feel guilty and to kiss him oh and then he complains about her kissing him it's one of my most hated Gale moments because this it's just pure manipulation there's no buts about it he knew how she was going to react feeling to him rejected and feeling like he doesn't have a chance with her romantically and he did it anyway and that to me is gross. here's another example of him being manipulative and blaming katniss.

("I thought...I'll never compete with that. No matter how much pain I'm in." He spins the feather between his thumb and forefinger. "I don't stand a chance if he doesn't get better. You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.")

This is blame. Straight up, Grade A premium blame being put on Katniss because OMG she has strong feelings for someone NOT Gale. This isn’t about her feelings. This is all about him and how he’s been ‘mistreated’ by her. He’s laying all this guilt on her because he can’t handle. I hate that he was making someone else’s pain all about himself. Seriously, your “rival” has been tortured and brainwashed and all you can think about is how this affects you? While your supposed best friend is clearly miserable about this, and all you can do is just add to her emotional turmoil instead of making any kind of attempt at being a supportive friend? I never liked G/K as a ship, but Mockingjay really showed me why I didn’t like them as friends, either. there are other examples of him just being s*****t but I think you get my point.

Alright well no offense but you’re proofs don’t really change my views on shipping Everthorne.

For starters, you stated that Gale blamed Katniss for the games, not the marriage proposal. While the games were a means for survival and Gale knew that, it’s one thing to act like you’re in love with someone for survival than to getting married to someone else. Gale did not know the marriage was staged, so he was literally losing the girl he loved, to the same guy who blew her off for 6 MONTHS. I would be jealous about that too, but you’re also leaving out the crucial details, that Gale still showed up and listened to her talk. When Peeta (who knew the love act was for survival) realized she didn’t actually love him, he refused to even interact with her. For Mockingjay, yeah if would make sense for Gale to be jealous that the girl he loved was kissing someone else. But did he hold it against her? Did he stop taking care of her family because of it? Did he ghost her like Peeta did? No, because he knew that wouldn’t be fair.

For the kiss, the only way you can get that Gale was manipulating her is if you assume Gale cried so Katniss would kiss him. Which if you read the text (Gale, who I have never seen cry before) he was not cried so Katniss would kiss him. He also told Katniss not to worry about him! He wasn’t being an asshole, he was telling her she didn’t have to worry about him.

Lastly, the last quote is legit Gale admitting he knew Katniss had a special relationship with Peeta. Which is true! Best friends are supposed to be honest with each other, I wouldn’t hate a character for speaking his thoughts. And did you forget that Gale risked his life to save Peeta?? Without Gale, he’d still be in the Capital. Also, does Katniss show any signs that she felt guilted? No, no she did not. She kissed him because she wanted a distraction, and Gale stopped her because she wasn’t in the right state of mind. Wow! Such harassment! Letting ur friend go because she’s confused and not pressuring her. You’re right, Gale is such a bad person.

I’m not gonna tag this post, feel free to respond if you want, but you’re gonna have to find more proof to make me change my mind

#I’ve got to stop doing this #Gale slanders have reading comprehension skills challenge!! #Go!!!

[davekat-sucks]

"the Light Player and Void Player must not meet this early"

Huuuuuh?! What’s the story again? And remember Vriska (light player) and Equius (Void player) are neighbours! So Rose and Roxy aren’t supposed to meet early, but it doesn’t matter to Vriska and Equius?

Or there’s one more thing I don’t understand?!

Part of me wants to say it is because their classpect. Heir has yet to be truly defined, but some speculate the class could be one who surrounds themselves with the aspect. For Equius as the Heir of Void, not only he can make himself invisible, but being besides others can make others invisible. Some could cite this as him and the others hiding in the meteor. That's why Bec Noir has not been able to find him, even with Vriska was present as the beacon. As well as the fact he was hidden away from Doc Scratch's omniscience. Unfortunately, the definition of what Heir would do is still up for debate. Light not only is related to being literal light or knowledge, but in a meta sense, Light Players are also tied to becoming huge roles within the story itself. In a sense, if you are a Light Player, you should be most relevant. We see that in Vriska as would create Bec Noir and she would try to make herself the hero. Hell, in the cancelled flash of Rex Duodecim Angelus, she did the killing blow against the Black King. Bitch was not lying that she did the final blow. Rose also played her major role within her Beta Session as she gained knowledge about the game to help her friends. Not only that, but Doc Scratch kept an eye on her to make sure his plans go just fine. He had already done this to Vriska too and is now doing the same to Rose. We even see this in Aranea as she is one of the only few dancestor trolls to be most relevant in Act 6 to the point where she becomes the next villain. Perhaps each relevance may differ from the class they are in. But for general statement, a Light Player in a session will have some important role to play. Whether they their actions are acknowledge or not, it doesn't matter as anything a Light Player would do would set in motion for bigger things to come. Which makes it all the more ironic by the time Post Retcon happens, most of the Light Players become irrelevant. Vriska may have been part of the army against Lord English, but she doesn't fight him directly. Not even a VRISKA GHOST is seen fighting against Lord English. Roes may have been present and actually fought The Condesce, but she isn't the one to give the final blow. When you even think about it, The Condesce herself wasn't her main goal to reaching to fight the bad guy. It was suppose to be JACK NOIR, the one who killed Mom Lalonde in her session. And if you wanna get deeper, Lord English, the one behind everything. The one Doc Scratch would become to be after using Rose for his plans. The Condesce may have been the one to kidnap Roxy to force her to make the Matriorb, but that is only after The Scratch happened that she had to move on to this plan. Rose's role would not be as great because she was stuck on that meteor and did fuck all to help anyone besides being a drunk depress mess by Act 6. By the time Post Retcon happened and Vriska saved her ass, she is suddenly fine and still didn't do anything on meteor besides be lesbians with Kanaya. She only become important just to fight The Condesce. Void Players in a meta sense, would be being hidden away from importance of the narrative. To the point the Void Player could be irrelevant, as we see in Horuss. Despite Equius would be one of the people to become the big bad, his role within the Homestuck series is barely touched upon, we don't see him do much, and Hussie writes him off as a JOKE CHARACTER despite that he would become a necessary component for Lord English and has Herculean strength that its a mutant gene that is not taken as seriously as Karkat's own mutant red blood. The only Void Player that manages to stand out was only Roxy Lalonde. The story with Calliope and Roxy is that after Roxy got knocked out, she fell asleep and is able to meet with Calliope's soul in a special hidden area, so Caliborn/Lord English won't go after her even after he killed her dream self. Calliope gives exposition to Roxy about the situation and then she gets taken by surprise that Rose Lalonde appears so suddenly without Calliope's knowledge.

Because Light Player can be surrounded by literal light, Calliope assumes that Rose would be a becaon spot for her brother to go after Calliope. Not only that, but she is upset that Rose would appear here. She doesn't know how or why, but it's clear that she did not expect something like this to happen. Thus, gets upset something like this comes by. As much as she knows about Roxy's relationship and longing to meet with her sister/mother, she postpones it for her own selfish needs to save herself. She blasts anti-majyyks without their conssent. What kind of friend or lover for those who ship Calliope and Roxy, would do that to someone who wanted to meet their family member? Calliope might have known how Rose is important to Roxy, but doesn't want it to happen this early, especially in a place where her brother might find her. But how would Caliborn/Lord English go about sensing Rose? It is not really stated. Calliope had no say or right to deny what her friends want. Especially if they are suppose to be friends that would help her against her brother. But apparently, only her method of how things should go is important. She is no different from Caliborn for how things should go his way. The way Calliope goes about it is playing as the victim that the whole situation is hurting her and she needs others for assistance. If others have any issues of their own, it's only second fiddle compared to her.

#Homestuck #HOM3STUCK #Calliope #HS Calliope #Calliope Cherub #Light Player #Rose Lalonde #Vriska Serket #Aranea Serket #Roxy Lalonde #Equius Zahhak #Void Player

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

For the OC meet and greet, I'm going to give you one hell of a challenge >:)

TW | cancer mention, abusive parent mention, past child abuse, brief mention of self harm and suicidal ideation, noncon body modification

I want to know how your characters would handle Luca. They're very small (all of 5'0" and 95lbs on a good day) and are one of the most terrifying whumpers in my cast. White-blond hair, chillingly pale blue eyes. Even though they're pushing 30, they constantly get mistaken as a child by strangers. Their pretty, doll-like features don't help.

They come from my Liliholm and Page universe (superhero whump to anyone unfamiliar), and have the ability to heal almost any wound they themself inflict on another person. Those same powers will heal their own wounds whether they want them to or not. The kicker? All the pain they would go through for their body to heal that wound themself—all those months of aching and misery—still have to be felt in the matter of seconds it takes them to heal. They themself are nigh indestructible. Their employer uses them as a torturer. Not for information, but as punishment for political and social adversaries that step too far out of line. They are very, very good at their job, and very well feared by the people in their circle.

They're abrasive, bitter, and aggressive in just about every sense of the word. They currently only have three people in the world they care about: their partner in crime, Garcia; their "handler", Leon Molinaro, who is responsible for making sure they don't maim anyone their employer wouldn't approve of; and their horribly abusive mother who they're trying to keep alive through her chemo treatments. They can't stand to be touched by anyone, and are VIOLENTLY sex-repulsed. Even the people in their life that they give a shit about are kept at arm's length and then some.

Beneath that surface, you've got someone who has been abused their entire life, is being manipulated by their father-figure employer into believing he actually cares about them, and who has been unsuccessfully suicidal for decades. There's also a particularly nasty little rumor about them—that Luca is actually a eunuch. How that might have happened is anyone's guess, but if it's true, it certainly wasn't voluntary.

In their home universe, the only one brave enough to truly adopt them is Leon. Would anyone in your universe take them on?

Hmmmmm look. Am I on a Hilton kick? Yes I am but ironically enough it’s Hilton’s world that has my healing character (Parker is floating around somewhere). Griffin, Hilton’s Carewhumper, could most likely keep them in line. He’s an undercover agent.

Griffin can read people’s body language and expressions so well it’s practically impossible to lie to him. He also had a shit family so it’s not a world unknown to him.

There’s also Trevor, who is Griffin’s boss (the one griffin is trying to take down). The thing with Trevor is that his touch is addictive. Makes anyone he interacts literally crave his presence and attention. I’m super curious how they would work out if Luca is touch adverse and heals. Would it work? It would not be fun for anyone involved the first time.

Yeah Griffin is Luca’s best bet. He’d likely the be the one with enough personal experience to be able to ignore the agression and get pushed away. He’d have to keep Luca and Hilton COMPLETELY SEPARATED though because holy shit that would be bad. They would hate each other to the bone. Even when they’re older, Hilton “adopts” Parker, my healing OC, and would do everything in his power to keep them away from Luca from fear Parker would end up even more traumatized then they already are. Idk if Luca would even want to interact with them, but Hilton would literally attack if they tried and now there’s a whole new mess lol.

Other than that? I have a weird gut feeling Luca and Tool would get along okay. Can’t put my finger on it but I just feel like they’d find common ground and weirdly get along.

Luca would tear Brody to fucking shreds lmao.

#oc meet and greet #Luca (yet-another-heathen) #cancer mention #abusive parent mention #mention of self harm #mention of non con body modification

[ucetheones]

Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Just a little update on my requests: I'm actively working on them! I just started this before and wanted to get it out of the way. Just keep sending them!! I accept imagines too.

Jey isn't used to being handled delicately. 

He isn't used to gentle touches, or kind hands on his body. 

Growing up, most people handled Jey with a rougher hand than his twin, and younger brother. Where Jimmy was praised and patted on the back for accomplishments, Jey was gripped and snarled at. When Jimmy would get overly excited, his mom would gently reprimand him, multiple times if needed. When Jey got that way, his mother's patience seemed to run thin almost immediately. 

In their defense, his mother and father did their best to be kind to him, but he suspects they knew there was something wrong with their son from the start. His father would call him a faggot when he'd cry too long, or if he was a little too close to a boy friend. 

He didn't know what the word meant, but it stung nonetheless. 

Though, the words stung a little less than the slap across the face that followed. 

Apologies in the form of gifts always came after, but the words 'I'm sorry, I love you' and physical comfort never accompanied them.

The only soft touches Jey was able to access was usually snuggling up with his younger brother when the boy would have a bad dream. Whether intentionally or not, Solo never sought anyone out but Jey. 

Eventually though, Solo grew out of needing his big brother to chase away the nighttime scaries, and with that growth, went the only person to hug the boy for more than a few seconds.

Jimmy used to be physically affectionate with Jey, but as they grew older the hugs, and kisses to his forehead were reserved for important moments.

For years, Jey convinced himself he didn't need to be handled with care, he wasn't some fragile thing who couldn't function without human touch. 

It worked for a while, it truly did, but by tenth grade, when his twin brother, cousin and all their friends had found girlfriends or flings, Jey had found himself wanting more and more a person who would hold him in their arms like it mattered. Like he mattered.

His friends, Roman and Jimmy teased him relentlessly for being the only person in their group without a girlfriend. 

Jey didn't know how to say he didn't want a girlfriend. He didn't want the companionship of a woman. So, he didn't tell them. 

Instead, he swallowed down his true wants and found himself a girlfriend. Her name was Rhea, and she was probably the prettiest girl Jey had ever laid eyes on. She actually asked him out first, and Jey readily agreed, especially with Jimmy standing beside him. He couldn't afford to turn her down without a feasible answer. 

So, they went on a date. And then another one, and then a few more. But, for the months they'd already been a couple, they hadn't so much as kissed once. She hadn't made the first move, and neither had Jey. It largely went unnoticed by Jey, until one day Solo asked him what his first kiss with Rhea had been like and he had to confess to the younger one they hadn't kissed yet. 

Solo hadn't laughed or even seemed shocked, he simply nodded at his older brother and softly whispered, "It's okay if you never kiss her, you know? Sometimes girls and guys don't belong together and that's okay! My friend's brother doesn't even date girls, and he's awesome."

Jey was stunned, in truth. His baby brother was clearly more mature than they'd ever given him credit for.

After the conversation with Solo, Jey found himself questioning what he was doing in a relationship with someone he wasn't attracted to beyond finding them pretty. So, he set out to break up with Rhea. Only after his explanation, the girl burst into laughter, her hand covering her mouth.

"Oh, baby. I guess we never did explicitly agree to be each other's beards. I thought you knew I like girls."

Jey isn't sure he wants to laugh, or be sick. It all made so much sense, at least for Rhea it did. But for Jey? Not so much. It's not like he didn't know what a beard was, or why people had them. It just wasn't for Jey…right?

"I'm not gay, though…" The words sound unsure to his own ears and Jey wants to wince. To her credit, Rhea doesn't laugh, but she looks at Jey with something akin to pity, and it makes his skin crawl.

"I'm not gonna tell you what you are, or aren't, but when you told me your brother and cousin were hounding you for not being interested in girls, I assumed you were queer...that was my bad."

Jey nods in understanding. He supposes that's fair, especially if he puts himself in Rhea's shoes. She needed a beard to hide her sexuality, and Jey needed one to get his cousin and brother off his back.

Rhea nervously chews at her lower lip, before blurting out, "you'll still be my beard, at least until you're ready to find someone; right? It keeps my dad off my back…" 

Jey takes a moment to mull it over before deciding he has very little to lose in this, so he nods. "Yeah, I gotchu' Rhea. Don't even sweat it, you're still doin' me a favor, anyway."

Rhea smiles brightly at him, it makes him feel good. Needed. 

That night in bed as Jey goes over the conversation, he can't help but wonder if maybe Rhea was right. 

What if he was queer? He could always admit when a guy was attractive, and had on more than one occasion found himself wondering what it'd feel like to kiss a guy…but those thoughts always felt too dangerous to venture out into. There's a wall that blocks Jey from accepting those thoughts long enough to do something with them.

Even now, in his own head, he feels like he can't let himself dig any deeper. It's too scary. It promises pain Jey knows he won't recover from.

It takes him longer to fall asleep than usual, and Jimmy's snoring definitely didn't do him any favors.

It's almost a full year before Rhea shyly tells him she found a girlfriend, her cheeks are bright red as she speaks and Jey can't help but smile for her.

"Tell me about her, Uce." That seems to be all it takes before the girl is launching into a story about her partner Liv. 

It only takes Jey a moment to pinpoint how he knows the name. She was in his English class a few years back.

Jey is happy for Rhea, he truly is. But now, he can't help but wonder if he's missing something. Rhea had found someone, but he hadn't even bothered trying. 

Deep, deep down, Jey knows why he wasn't able to find anyone. He hadn't tried to find someone because finding someone meant acknowledging the elephant in the room.

His fucking sexuality.

In truth, he also knows he should tell Jimmy and Roman his…issues surrounding his sexuality. They're the people closest to him, and all he's been doing is lying to them and keeping bits of himself fully locked away. But he also can't know how they'll take it. Would they be okay with it? Would they shun him? 

Would Jimmy tell their father that his biggest fear was confirmed? His son was deplorable. His flesh and blood was tainted by the very thing he worked so hard to keep Jey away from.

Maybe it was best to keep this inside. Maybe he could bring it up to Rhea. She was his safe space, after all. The only person besides Solo who truly knew that Jey wasn't even remotely interested in women.

It was a Friday when Jey was able to bring it up to Rhea. They'd been at his house watching movies and eating junk food, something Jey only indulged in with her. One film had ended, and they were in the middle of choosing a second when Jey blurted out,

 "I think I'm gay." 

His mouth clamped shut almost immediately, his heart was racing wildly in his chest and he couldn't fight the nagging feeling he'd made a mistake in admitting it.

To her credit, Rhea merely nodded and chucked the remote away, her body turning to lock eyes with the boy.

"I think you're gay too, honestly." She purses her lips, "and not because you 'act gay' like your dad has accused you of." Her tone takes an edge to it that's only present when she mentions her own father, or Jey's. He figures it has to do with their less than ideal parenting styles.

He nods softly at her words, knows she isn't finished from the furrow in her brow.

"Can I ask what brought this on?"

Jey almost feels ashamed to tell her that he's been developing a crush on the new boy in her friend group, but instead he shrugs, "Dom…" 

He turns his head so they're eyes aren't meeting anymore, but he swears he can still see the shit eating grin that overtakes her features. 

"My Dom-Dom?! You like him?!" 

Jey is quick to shush her, his face hardening into a glare. 

"Shut the fuck up! Jimmy is next door." Rhea holds her hands up in surrender, her pitch dropping, "that wasn't a no. You have a crush on Dominik." It isn't a question, it's a statement. 

Again, Jey shrugs his shoulders, now stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth to stall answering. "He's…pretty, I guess." Though he sounds unsure to himself, he also feels relieved to have admitted the truth. "It isn't like it matters, anyway though, he's probably straight."

The girl glares in his direction before tossing a gummy worm at his head. "Hey!"

"Don't be so fucking stupid, as if I would hang out with a straight person." Jey wants to cite himself as proof of the opposite, but this conversation isn't exactly straight. And neither is the reason Rhea had sought him out in the beginning, so he clamps his mouth shut and kisses his teeth. 

"You ain't gotta call me stupid, man. I just admitted to finding a guy pretty and my intelligence is attacked?" The pout on his lips is almost comical to the latter, but she has no time to comment before there's a shattering sound by the door before it's swung open revealing Jimmy. His brows are pinched, and there's a bowl of chips scattered at his feet.

He looks equal parts betrayed and like he'll throw up at any moment.

"You gay, Uce…?"

#jey uso #jimmy uso #angst #dominik mysterio #queer jey uso #roman reigns #rhea ripley #beards (relationships) #closeted #gay character #tw: child abuse #Rhea x Jey (beards) #jey uso/dominik mysterio (not endgame) #jey uso fanfiction #wwe #accidentally outted #tw: depression #tw: anxiety #tw: mental illness #sexuality crisis #Jey Uso Is The Actual Baby Of The Bloodline

[klutzyroses]

Hi, congratulations on 300 followers. I recently shaved my head te help boost my self confidence, it’s working but I was wondering if you could do a head cannon sort of thing where the princes + rio with an s/o who has a shaved head. A bit insecure at times but is willing to stand up for themself.

Yasss, well done dear, I'm sure you look gorgeous!💖

IkePri HCs: SO with a Shaved Head

How do they react to an s/o with a shaved head?

Suitors: Leon, Chevalier, Yves, Rio

Leon

Wow...

He wasn't going to pretend he's ever seen someone like her but isn't that what makes her so interesting?

He wouldn't actually address it directly. He would just treat her normally, but he has noticed, no doubts about that.

He never really thought about it, but a woman with a shaved head is rather...appealing. Most people, in theory, would be put off, sure but...

She was beautiful. Very beautiful. And he let's her know it.

Nobody is allowed to deny it, lest they face the full wrath of a certain black Lion.

But he doesn't need to intervene too often, he finds, as she seems able to hold her own quite well. Would you look at that?

If she does ever feel insecure, he will be right there to remind her that she is beautiful no matter what.

She is much to perfect to feel like anything less.

Chevalier

He wouldn't treat her any differently than anybody else really. He wouldn't even bring it up.

Yes, he has noticed she has a shaved head. What of it?

He will admit, to nobody but himself that he is just the slightest bit intrigued, as that is quite the bold move for a woman around Rhodolite. He will admit that she looked quite...comely. Surprisingly enough.

He still wouldn't show it until she became his lover. Only then would he possibly hint at his admiration...very slightly.

If she felt insecure about it at any point, he would likely call her a fool for thinking such silly things and reminding her that he doesn't fall for just any woman on the street.

This is further reinforced when she may just catch a glimpse of a proud smirk on his visage when she is faced with any backlash from others, very easily putting them in her place without his help.

Yes, she may prove to be a very intriguing and worthy partner indeed.

Yves

That's quite the bold look. He approves.

He would never admit it right away, but he found it suited her rather well. And coming from the Fifth Prince that meant something.

If he said something suited her, it meant it suited her without a doubt.

He probably wouldn't really bring it up often, except if he was being rude, like the first time they met, he had made an insensitive comment about her shaved head. But trust and believe he will feel absolutely awful about it for the next six months.

Licht once caught him hitting his head on a pillar muttering "Stupid, stupid Yves!" over and over...

If she should feel insecure about it, he would stop at nothing to make her feel better, spending potentially hours helping her accessorize and doing her up until she is easily to most enviably beautiful woman in Rhodolite.

He can't help but swoon just a bit when he sees how strong she is and how capable she is of standing her ground in the face of any heckling and teasing about her appearance.

She really is one of a kind...

Rio

Girl please, he'd be bent over backwards for her whether she was Rapunzel or had no hair at all.

He would always gush about how beautiful and special she is, and would easily come up with the kindest, most flattering words to make her feel on top of the world.

That's what a good attendant does, isn't it? To build up his mistress and make her feel good about herself?

He actually finds it so cool and it makes her all the more unique, doesn't it? The most beautiful woman in Rhodolite...

And in Benitoite. And Jade...And Obsidian!

In the whole world!

Anyone who dares make her feel like she is anything less...well...hm. Let's hope they lived a full life.

She won't have any time to feel insecure because he makes it his mission to at least compliment her once on her appearance a day...maybe more.

Seeing she is able to stand up for herself when others try to put her down is like seeing a rare flower blooming, an opportunity he feels all too fortunate to experience.

His mistress is much too amazing!

🌸

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri leon #ikepri chevalier #ikepri yves #ikepri rio #ikepri headcanons #ikepri hcs #ikemen prince headcanons

[kitkatt0430]

Alrighty, so... my thoughts on Khione.

I still think she only really makes sense if her power comes from all the power Frost absorbed both in order to kill fake!Ronnie and from him when she did kill him. All that power was too much for her and it killed her but it had to go somewhere, so it did. Caitlin. And when Caitlin's ill advised Frost resurrection scheme went sideways, that power manifested in her body to create Khione.

So when Khione 'ascended' (still disappointed that she didn't briefly look like a glowing squid like Daniel in SG-1, but that doesn't stop me from saying she's besties with Oma now and definitely thinks Oma leaving Daniel naked in random locals - twice - is hilarious), it does make sense that she was able to restore the body she'd been wearing to it's original state and wake Caitlin's consciousness back up. After all, Caitlin's consciousness had only been suppressed - she'd been dead in the sense that she'd never wake up again so long as Khione was living in that body since they weren't time sharing like with Frost.

But I don't really feel like Khione was actually 'essential' to the plot. They never explain where her powers come from, so my theory about her powers coming from an evil cosmic entity and being remade into something good through her is... just a theory. Even if it is the only explanation that makes anything remotely approaching sense. *side-eying the show's in-universe, desperate retcon of Thomas Snow's experiments*

With my theory, we could also assume that Caitlin might have ended up dying anyway if that power had started leaching into her while she remained a regular human. That the power instead took advantage of Caitlin's crystal coffin tech to transform her body into a more suitable vessel - hence why Khione wasn't human when Chester checked her DNA - and that Khione's existence was necessary to save Caitlin's life in the long run.

Without my theory... we have Thomas Snow accidentally turned himself and his daughter into random power/personality generators that just happened to both cause ice powers the first time around and made a literal goddess out of nothing the second time the dice was rolled with Caitlin. Whoops?

Beyond the question of how Khione came into existence and whether she was necessary for Caitlin's survival... honestly, Khione doesn't really do a whole lot for the plot. She saves Mark Blaine twice when him dying would be the only instance of redemption equals death that would actually be satisfying on this show. (Admittedly the second time she saved him from a death she first caused, which she caused with a hilarious amount of ease while the N!SF is going PANIC!!!) And since the N!SF was only mining the 2023 team for power, her fight with the possessed Mark Blaine really didn't matter in the long run because even when she 'won' the N!SF still won too.

Before that, her first real 'usefulness' in a life or death plot was when Ramsey was doing his zombie invasion redux and she freed Dig from his control and froze everyone else. But... with Oliver's Specter powers being used to cleanse Ramsey's zombie goo from the multiverse before it could spread, they could have just as easily had a first demonstration of that ability by having Oliver cleanse Team Flash + Dig, or at least just Dig, while he and Barry escaped from STAR Labs.

Her curb-stomping of Zolomon in the final episode was kind of fun, but would have been more satisfying if she'd actually been Caitlin. Even Frost shattering the Black Flash was more satisfying because it was at least Caitlin's PTSD from Hunter kidnapping her that triggered Frost's re-awakening in the first place. Khione really had no connection to the events with Zoom and neither did Blaine, who was just kinda standing there thinking everyone wants to see him shirtless.

And Khione sends Barry to the N!SF, but there's no reason he couldn't have found a way there without her. Focused on, say, how much he loves Eddie and doesn't want to lose him again... (look, he and Iris just want to keep Eddie bundled up in blankets in their loft for the rest of forever, okay? They want to keep him warm, safe, hugged, and snuggled in their bed. And as an extra pair of hands to deal with a baby, you need all the hands you can get with a baby.)

Khione herself has a very bland personality. She's cute and I did enjoy seeing her grow, even if the most important of her power growth happened off screen. But there was a lot of tell-don't-show going on with her and in a tv-show... you want to have more showing than telling when it comes to character growth. Most of Khione's powers we actually saw were temperature and ice based. The only exceptions was her inexplicable healing kiss for Mark, being able to tell Iris was pregnant, and sensing the changing of the seasons - which a weather broadcast could have told her, so that last one is kind of a stretch. So while it isn't surprising that a plant obsessed girl with goddess powers can 'heal' people by giving them temporary plant photosynthesis... it does come out of left field. Everything the does in the four part finale came with no real build up, to be honest.

And while her powers clearly developed, Khione's personality doesn't really grow much by comparison. She's still very much the naive, newly-born personality at the end of the season that she was at the start. She did learn to be passive aggressive. I'll give her that much. But in comparison? We've seen Ralph grow from a jerkass who covered his insecurities with misogyny into someone not afraid of being vulnerable, who loved his friends, and wanted nothing more than to support those friends in whatever way he can over the course of a season. We've seen Frost develop from someone who used other people's fear of her to keep them at bay turn into someone who desperately wanted to be loved, not feared. We've watched characters process grief and how it affected them as they dealt with it in healthy and unhealthy ways alike. The ninth season was only half a season long, compared to the lengths of previous seasons, so they didn't have long to develop Khione but beyond wanting to be seen for herself and not as Frost or Caitlin... we honestly didn't get much development from her.

Danielle has done understated characters before - Caitlin has always been tightly controlled, but still amazingly expressive nonetheless - so i don't think it was her performance that failed with me where Khione was concerned. I think that she just... wasn't really given a lot to work with.

Now as to what I wish we'd gotten in place of Khione? More Caitlin. Caitlin dealing with her grief over Frost only to slowly realize she has frost powers of her own. Hoping it means Frost is back within her mind, only to realize she's not and having to really accept her sister's death. Caitlin's healing and ice powers protecting her from Bloodwork and seeing that as Frost's final gift to her. Accepting that Frost would always be a part of Caitlin, even though her sister's dead. Caitlin using those powers to defeat Hunter herself, to finally pay him back for the horrible trauma he put her through.

Things being rocky between Caitlin and Barry at first until they both apologize and Caitlin breaks down crying with him over having Frost's powers but not Frost. She doesn't want the powers. She wants her sister.

We've seen Caitlin - not Frost - use those powers before. So it makes sense she's still have those powers but had psychologically blocked herself from using them previously because, to her, they were Frost's powers. Not really Caitlin's. And her grief, her need to have something of Frost's stay with her, having broken that psychological block. Seeing Caitlin learn to love and enjoy the powers that Frost loved so much...

That would have been a lot more satisfying to see in the final season of the Flash. A much better plotline for an OG member of the team than 'comatose while a baby nature goddess borrows her body for a year'. And a much better tribute to Frost's death than making it look like her sacrifice to save Caitlin was for nothing for twelve episodes.

#kitkatt0430 rambles #the flash #fandom meta #the flash meta #khione (the flash) #caitlin snow

[roads-of-arkael]

LIII RoA: Mirrors PT2

Ok so remember this post

here

Where I talked about mirrors?

Well if you don't heres a short recap. Within the world of RoA, the term mirrors may get thrown around a lot from time to time. "Mirrors" or parodies are things on Elysium that greatly resemble things on earth or at different stages of earths life developmental span.

However the one thing most special about the Mirrored Parodies, that can be found on Elysium, is that its apparent that a person on Earth doesn’t have to be alive for a mirror to form on Elysium. Essentially saying, you can be dead on earth, but there's still a high chance that your parody will still be alive on the adjacent planet.

well because of that concept, I had an interesting idea for another mirror.

a mirror reminiscent of gravestone A mirror of East and West Doroa, the two countries who were in conflict with one another from that movie

but there is a interesting reason for why i wanted to do it

dreamy sigh

Her

Queen Malta Proving that you don't need to be alive for Elysium to copy your likeness

A Mirror of her stands not as singer in this strange world, but as Queen of East Doroan, trying desperately to keep her state from waging war with her neighbor of West Doroan

But maybe that's not all she stands for. . maybe she also stands as a way for Jigen to correct the mistake he made on earth not being able to protect the real Malta.

When Jigen ultimately learns just how much of a mirror of Earth this new planet actually is, coming across the still alive, mirrored variant of Malta while on a Mission to East Doroan, he see's it as his second chance to fix a past mistake in not doing more to protect her variant on Earth.

It wasn't his fault what happened on Earth, but it never did stop bothering him. . .

if he could save this one. . .maybe the guilt would go away

However there's something interesting about Mirrors.

Within Elysium, it is apparent that Mirrors are linked some way with their counterparts. Meaning that during the time of death on earth their mirrored variants on Elysium would end up experiencing some sort of "episode" where they feel their death.

Only those who know about the mirrors and their concept know what this sudden bought of pain or joy is depending on how they die truly is.

For others, it just appears to them that they had a strange happening occur as it never happens again, however they cant help but to feel. . . .empty. . .like they lost something but they dont know what it is they exactly lost

Like extreme deja vu

and how strange that must be though

whether people know about the mirroring or not, imagining going to a strange place in a strange world and having people look at you with strange eyes

cause for some reason or another

you look familiar

maybe they recognize your mirror and are mistaking you for them.

or maybe in the mirrors case. . .maybe they remember you. . .in some way or another

maybe they remember your warmth

but not your face

entire two examples of this Jigen and Malta and Zenigata and Laura

Malta and Laura's mirrors remember the feeling being in the company of Jigen and Zeni give off, but neither of them can truly place it, its like a pull coming from somewhere

Sorta like a vague sense of familiarity they have when first meeting them, despite having never even interacted with either of their world's Zenigata or jigen

that vague familiarity, but great desire to be close

but its not only them who feel it.

Zeni and Jigen both look at these woman like they are seeing ghosts cause unknown to one woman and known to another, they are seeing ghosts. . ghosts of their failures maybe. . .

And both have to curb themselves now, because deep down part of them knows they are simply mirrors, not the true person they have lost

Their not theirs. . .no matter how strong the pull they feel is.

For Zeni, he curbs because he's afraid. Both out of fear of harming Laura while wearing the armor that has cursed him and also because the moment he got closest to his laura was the same moment he lost her. The instinctual fear of failure eating at him and forcing him to keep his distance.

For Jigen however, coming into contact with Malta's mirror stings especially badly for him because up until that point he was trying to move on from the sting of loosing the only woman who didn't actively try and fuck him over like Ciccolina did. Not to mention even after defeating Yael for the first time, he didn't find comfort in it.

He still felt like he failed her

and it doesn't help that compared to Mirrored!Laura, that Mirrored!Malta seems to know a lot more about the Realmwalkers and Mirrorings then many others Jigens come into contact with seem to know.

which means there's a big chance that she knows how she died. . .and somehow, she knows Jigen was there too. . .

maybe that's why Jigen originally tried to keep his distance the best he can from her mirror. . .cause he's afraid she's angry with him. . .for whatever reason she has to be,

lord knows he's been angry enough with himself following her passing

It wasn't his fault what happened on Earth, he did try to make amends for it, and in many ways he did, but it never did stop bothering him. . .

So when the pull refuses to go away, and he finds himself more drawn to her, Jigen begins to figure. . .that if he could save this one. . .maybe the guilt would go away

#lupin iii #lupin the third #daisuke jigen #jigen #lupin iii au #lupin the 3rd #lupin iii: roads of arkael #Queen Malta

[alsoyooraiyah]

Repost from my old OM blog because I really liked this and didn't want it trapped in an ask forever.

Notes: Angst, kind of comfort at the end (or more like, Satan's learned to find a little comfort on his own). Dola (she/her in this) is in this one so canon x oc; NOT gn!MC. Spoilers I guess for Satan's origin but we all know that at this point. Written before Nightbringer was released.

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The brothers and the human are all gathered at Diavolo's private beach, the one he'd lit with an artificial sun, making it one of the only few places in the Devildom with a true daytime. It's a trip they'd all been promised, to celebrate the end of a difficult semester. It's a well-deserved break, though whether it was a reward or actually a bribe to ensure they all ended with good standing and without issue, Dola wasn't sure.

Not that it mattered to any of them. All they cared about was the fact that they were there, away from the city and away from their responsibilities as Lords of Hell--even if it was only for a week.

The first night they’re there, the six youngest of the seven are out on the shore, excitedly pointing at the night sky. The stars are different tonight; it seems that the constellations aren’t of the Devildom’s but of the human world’s, and the brothers—the twins especially—happily show off their surprisingly extensive knowledge of the art in the cosmos.

Dola hears names she hadn’t heard them mention before—Michael, Raphael, Uriel, Gabriel, and more. It wasn’t hard to guess that they were the names of angels they knew in the Celestial Realm, some having taught them all about the stories behind each little drawing in the sky. Lucifer confirms as much when he appears next to her, watching his brothers fondly. There was a twinge of something she couldn’t quite place in his expression, but knowing his history with the Celestial Realm, she decides to stay quiet. The others may still be able to reminisce fondly of their days as angels, but Lucifer had his reasons for not sharing the same feelings, and the lack of a third pair of wings when she’d heard he originally had six was proof of that.

She looks to the others again and sees that whatever excitement Satan had earlier had faded, replaced with what was clearly a mask portraying mild interest as he listens to his brothers. Dola watches him, concerned, when Lucifer speaks up again.

‘Satan must be bored,’ he muses. His tone is thoughtful, void of amusement. ‘He’s learned everything there is to learn about your realm’s stars from his books. My brothers rehashing everything from what they learned as fledglings must be tedious to have to listen to.’

Dola looks up at him, confused, before turning her attention back to the others. Lucifer's gaze lingers on the fourth oldest, but Dola doesn't notice.

‘I suppose so,’ she agrees. The longer she watches, the longer Satan is there listening to his brothers, the more it felt to Dola that perhaps he no longer wanted to be there. She takes out her DDD and sends him a text, offering whatever she could that sounded interesting to bail him out of there.

In the distance, Satan's face lights up when he sees that he’d gotten a text from her. Without making his eagerness to leave too obvious, he excuses himself and returns to Dola—but not without raising a suspicious brow at Lucifer as they enter their rented home. Lucifer just watches them go, sighing in relief.

Dola doesn’t think much of what Lucifer said or of Satan’s sudden disinterest in his brothers’ excitement, though both things did tell her that something was off—normally Satan would’ve taken the chance to teach his brothers what he knew, wouldn’t he? And between all six of them, only Belphie could really match his knowledge when it came to the stars… But even then, he’d still contribute. In bed she asks him if he was okay and as expected, he says he’s fine.

‘Why do you ask?’

‘No reason, I just thought you seemed a little off earlier. I must’ve overthought it.’

Satan smiles at her, but it was only half as genuine as he’d liked. He reassures her that he’s alright, just tired from the day. Dola doesn’t quite buy it, but lets it slide, thinking it either truly was nothing or that he simply wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. She kisses him goodnight and holds him a little tighter tonight before drifting off to sleep.

But somehow she wakes up alone in bed. It’s ten past midnight and Satan wasn’t anywhere in the room. She figures he left for the bathroom when something outside catches her eye. From the window she sees a familiar figure sitting alone on the shore, looking up at the sky. Dola presses a hand to the glass and watches him for a few moments more. How did he manage to leave without waking her up? How long has he been there?

Those questions can be asked later, she thinks. She quickly gets up and pulls on a jacket—one of his that he’d brought knowing that the Devildom seaside would be uncomfortable cold for her—before quietly making her way past the others’ bedrooms, down the stairs, and out the door. She approaches him, purposely making enough noise to let him know she’s near. He doesn’t turn around.

‘Satan?’ she calls out to him. Despite the silence, she takes a seat next to him. She brushes her hand against his, the weight of the worry in her chest lifting ever so slightly when he intertwined their fingers. The crashing of the waves onto the shore was the only thing filling the silence. She draws little patterns on the back of his hand with her thumb.

Minutes pass without a single word exchanged before he spoke up.

‘What did Lucifer tell you earlier?’ he asks. He turns at her, expectant.

‘All he told me was that you must be bored listening to your brothers talk about the human world’s stars,’ she answers. She meets his eyes and see the beginnings of a fire calming down.

‘I see…’

She gives his hand a light squeeze. What did he assume he told her? ‘Satan, my love, what’s wrong?’

He blinks—hesitant, unsure. But takes a deep breath before facing the sea.

‘My brothers,’ he began, sighing. ‘They were all angels. Each one of them spent eons with each other and other angels in the Celestial Realm where it’s eternally day.

Some angels who’d been to the human world caught sight of what the night looked like, but they couldn’t stay to admire the dark beauty of it. Angels weren’t allowed to linger for long up there which only fueled their curiosity… Especially their curiosity of the twinkling, distant stars in the night sky.’

Satan’s brow furrows as he speaks, his gaze now down to the sand between his feet. ‘So Michael, the Archangel, once Lucifer’s closest companion among the Seraph, had a planetarium built near the palace. It bore the same constellations as your world, and Michael himself taught every curious angel what each star was and what each constellation meant. He taught my brothers everything they knew about your sky.’ He pauses to turn to Dola, who’d been watching him as he spoke. He’d been trying to remain composed but his eyes betrayed him—she sees hints of longing, of frustration that he’s fighting to push back.

Finally, it clicks. And it makes her heart ache.

‘I only know all this because my brothers have told me about it,’ Satan explains. He takes a brief, deep breath. ‘I was a part of Lucifer even during his time as an angel, yet I can only remember mere fragments of that part of my existence. Nothing clear enough to make heads or tails of, not even enough to know what Michael’s lessons were like, or even what my own brothers were like.

It’s like I was never there,’ he said, his eyes swirling with emotion. ‘Like only Lucifer existed despite me knowing that I was seeing the world through his eyes.’ He lets go of Dola’s hand to dig his fingers into the sand, his frustration finally reaching the surface. She gently calls his name as she begins to rub circles on his back, calming him down enough for him to take in a few deep breaths. Satan reaches for her once most of the tension left his body, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. Her warmth comforted him, and reminded him that there was someone he could confide in—despite his earlier frustration, just having been able to finally tell someone all this and listen made his heart feel even just a little bit lighter.

Dola rests her head on his shoulder, her arm naturally snaking around his waist. It’s only when his breathing had fully calmed that she spoke again.

‘Do you wish you could remember everything?’ she gently asked, lifting her head up to look at him. ‘That his memories that stayed with you were clearer?’

‘Despite everything, no,’ he answered. ‘The earliest memory I can vividly recall was my creation, and to me that establishes the biggest difference between me and Lucifer.

That while he was once the most beloved of angels, I have only been a demon.’

#dolasach #obey me #obey me oc #look at me adding notes/warnings lmao sigh i feel a little ridiculous #sorry i really miss dolatan shfjskdf #feels weird posting writing even if its old and just a edited repost?

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You don't think it's problematic that the hp books had a race of slaves who were *just so happy* to be enslaved? That it wasn't just the bad guys who kept slaves? Dumbledore had god knows how many in the kitchens. And when the SLAVES situation was questioned it was treated as a big joke? But oh I guess all they needed was a white savior to swoop in and save their souls, one who couldnt even be bothered to actually listen to their needs and just bulldozed on ahead with what*she* thought was right. Fuck Jkr right in her racist ass.

Hold up anon, you think Dumbledore was a good guy?

All kidding aside….

We know that Dobby, at least, was paid a wage for his work. That Dumbledore offered him a much bigger salary and fairer conditions that he turned down. It stands to reason that Dumbledore likely offered the other Elves similar terms, but they refused.

I'm actually quite glad you sent this message because it gives me the chance to explain my perspective on this in more detail. That way, if I'm wrong, you or other anons will be able to break down how, and help me understand. Either way, from my perspective, there are two major criticisms of the House Elves, and your message actually touched on both of them. 1) That it is a positive depiction of slavery, as the Elves prefer to be enslaved. And 2) Hermione is a white savior, who should be respecting the wishes of the Elves.

Now, is it just me, or do these two complaints totally contradict each other? Either Hermione is right to be speaking out against the system, or she isn’t. If the books are trying to say that slavery is a good thing, why do they have one of the three lead characters so vocally outspoken against it? If Hermione is supposed to be wrong for her interference, then does that mean that the House Elf enslavement is a good thing? 

Well, here’s my take on it. The House Elf enslavement system is absolutely fucked, and the books aren’t trying to suggest otherwise. Hermione is definitely in the right for speaking out against it. While it's a recurring character flaw for her that she cannot admit to being wrong about anything, and that does hinder her in this case...she’s still doing the right thing. It’s an archaic, despicable institution used to control one of the minorities in this world, that utilizes magic to keep them in line…but also psychology. This is the main reason why I fail to understand how it would help anyone for Hermione to respect the wishes of the Elves in this case. The elves have been conditioned to believe that serving humans is where they belong. The fact that everyone tells Hermione to let it go, that the Elves are happy, so it’s fine...that doesn’t mean the books are saying that it’s fine. Not at all. To me, this a very smart depiction of an institutionalized evil that everyone in the community is socialized to accept as normal. 

The idea that the House Elves romanticize slavery…only makes sense if you read the books and come away from them thinking that we’re supposed to see the House Elf system as a good thing. But it clearly isn’t a good thing, and despite how much the humans have tried to keep things all clean on the outside, the fact is…we meet Dobby long before we get a glimpse into what general House Elf culture is like. Through Dobby, the curtain is pulled before the production even starts. He is horribly abused, and fearful of his masters. Not only that, but he feels compelled to punish himself when he believes he has failed them or disobeyed orders. Whether this is due to psychological conditioning, an enchantment, or both…doesn’t really matter. It is beyond disturbing, and Dobby isn’t the exception, he’s the rule. Kreacher also punished himself, again and again, for his failure to destroy the Locket. Even years after Dobby was freed from the Malfoys, he could barely say a word against them without attempting to self harm again. This is a positive depiction of slavery? I don't think so.

Because they are slaves, and that's exactly why Hermione is doing the right thing. So what if the Elves "like" it? Here’s a question - do you think the magic that keeps the elves enslaved would just disappear if the elves decided they would rather be free? No, it wouldn’t. Dobby still had to serve the Malfoys when he clearly didn’t want to. They’ve all been raised to believe their enslavement is what should be, but that doesn’t change the fact that they’re slaves. Setting aside the emotional conditioning, If fully informed and enlightened House Elves want to work for humans, with no pay or sick leave...then sure, I guess that should be their choice. But it’s not a choice, because they wouldn’t be allowed to leave if they wanted to. Hermione isn’t disrespecting the Elves autonomy...she’s pointing out that the system in place doesn’t grant them any autonomy. I agree that people should listen to what minorities are saying when trying to help them. But I really don’t think that’s what the story was going for. If it was, then the message was muddled.

There's a difference between endorsing oppression in your writing, and simply depicting it.

#Dobby The House Elf #Kreacher #Harry Potter #House Elves #TW: Slavery #Oh and yes #Fuck JKR #I agree with that entirely #It's the books that I'll defend

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Hi!! Congratulations on your follower milestone, you're amazing and you deserve every single one of them! Can I please request ships for M*A*S*H and The Magnificent Seven 2016 (no gender preference)?

I am a female (she/her pronouns), an INFP, a Ravenpuff, and a panromantic asexual woman. I'm incredibly loyal to my friends and family, and I try to be kind to every one I meet, at least unless they prove they don't deserve it. I'm also generally pretty friendly and talkative, but I'm also amazingly socially awkward and there are times when I just prefer to stay in my room and not talk to anybody. My love language is definitely touch, and I will give a hug to basically anyone who asks for one. I'm also autistic with a photographic memory, which most people assume means I'm super smart, but really most of the stuff I remember is just random lines from a book I read three years ago (😂).

I really love reading and writing, and just books in general (my ultimate career goal is to be a librarian), as well as baking, watching movies, and listening to music (mainly country or musical theatre songs). Because of my autism, I can't stand loud noises or mushy textures, and I hate know-it-alls or bigots of any kind. I also hate being touched without warning, as I'm sensitive to touch and it tends to overwhelm me.

I don't really actively seek out too much in a partner. All I really want is someone kind, reasonably intelligent, respectful, and someone who can hold a good conversation. And if they're willing and able to put up with my constant need for affection and rambling about my random special interests? That's just a bonus (😅).

Alright, that's all for that! Hope this was enough for you, and I look forward to my ships!! Congrats again, and I hope you're doing well!! 🖤🖤🖤

For Others: Ships are now CLOSED

Thank you! <3

I hope you like them :)

MASH:

I ship you with BJ!

BJ is super, caring, loving and considerate and I think the two of you would form an amazing bond.

Runner Up: Radar O'Reilly

Headcanons:

You and BJ started out as friends and were always around each other. He understood you like no one else and made you laugh. No one was surprised when the two of you actually started dating, in fact there were bets as to how long it would take.

In this world, I don't imagine you being at the MASH unit, you are back home working as a librarian.

You and BJ send letters back and forth as often as you can. You send him gifts and food, and he sends you trinkets back. His letters are always long, and you keep every one of them safe.

When the war was over, BJ showed up your doorstep with flowers and a new mustache. Whether of not you liked the mustache didn't matter, all you cared about was that he was home safe.

You spent the next three days with each other, holding each other, telling stories, laughing, crying, and reminding each other how much you missed each other, etc.

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Mag7:

I ship you with Billy!

Billy is a great guy, and super loving in various ways. He can tell how you are feeling at pretty much all times, and seems to always know what you want and how to make you happy.

Runner Up: Red Harvest

'Moment of Realization'

Billy knew he cared for you, he knew he appreciated you, he knew all of this. But he did not realize he loved you, until the moment he thought he lost you.

As the dust settled, and the fires were extinguished. Billy's eyes cast over the torn up town. The remnants of the men they had fought fled, it was over.

But Billy didn't care. He just needed to find you, to see if you were okay. Every face Billy's eyes landed on wasn't yours. The more time passed and he did not see you, the faster his heart beat.

His chest grew tight as anxiety coursed through him. As his eys met Goodies he spoke in a low tone, Goodie could tell he was scared.

"Where is Y/n?"

Goodie frowned as he shook his head and shrugged. He didn't know, no one knew.

Billy paced down the street of the town, his eyes falling on every person and body he saw. Panic began to set it.

"Billy!" A voice called out from nearby.

Billy's neck snapped towards the direction of the noise. Seeing you stepping out of the bank, disheveled, but alive, Billy felt a heavy weight lift off his chest.

He had never felt so relieved than to see you were okay. And he never felt so much love for someone, as when he set his eyes on you again.

As you approached you, you reached out your arms, and he gratefully pulled you into a hug. He gripped you tight and let out a shuttered sigh.

"I thought I lost you." He whispered out.

He had never felt so afraid as when he feared he lost you, before he ever had the chance to love you.

You let out a soft sigh "No, I'm alright. And so are you. It's okay., it's over."

Billy buried his face in your neck as he continued to embrace you. Yes, it was over. But it was also the beginning of something else entirely.

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