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shunshunrika · 11 months

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I just saw your megumi smut and need morrree! How about hanging out with the other sorcerers where he has to pull you away to have his way with you because your coyly teasing him.

(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠).... I don't want to make it coy towards Megumi though:( so see if you like what the devil on my shoulder made me write~

It's so fcking long tho, sorry bout that but I needed to flesh it out or my brain would explode.

content warnings: Okay y/n is a bxtch and megumi is too. afab!reader x megumi fushiguro, SMUT. unprotected rough sex, oral(f! recieving), overstim, penetrative sex, dacryphilia, humiliation, restraints, orgasm denial, consensual, petnames, gags, and the like. I am NOT proofreading this monstrosity.

minors dni

word count: 2k

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The glass bottle takes a decisive turn before its neck points indisputably at you.

"Y/N. The bottle chooses you. What do you pick?" Panda asks, a Cheshire smile gracing his face as the game of Truth or Dare between the adults draws on. It was Jujutsu High's 10 year reunion and all of you were grown ups and seasoned sorcerers now.

"Well since all of you pussies were choosing truth." You say, lifting your chin, "I choose dare!"

"Perfect!" Panda claps his paws together with Inumaki nodding beside him "Tuna Mayo!"

"I dare you to kiss one of the people here except Megumi ofcourse, for 10 minutes"

Well fair enough. These perverts won't make you kiss your sweetheart of 7 years in front of everyone. It won't be spicy enough since the two of you were practically a married couple to them. They wanted some drama and today out of all days, you felt like giving it to them.

As soon as the dare escapes Pandas mouth, Megumi lays a hand on your thigh under the drink ladden table.

Earlier in the day, Megumi had the balls to tell you to act 'civilized'. Recently, Megumi had hit the age where he looked a bit too irresistible (yeah, ironed formals, shadow of a clean shave, light lines of age and the sparkle of a young ceo, iykyk) and you were leaving no chance to smooch your sweetheart in public. Megumi didn't want you to showcase such behavior in front of your mates and former senpais.

Cool Megumi, then someone else will get your smooches and you knew already who the group favorite was to receive your kiss.

"w-w-why is everyone staring at me?" Yuuji Itadori quacked out, his faces barely hiding his embarrassment.

"We know you still like Y/N Itadori. Although Megumi's put a ring on her pretty much" Nobara elbows Yuuji mischievously while Megumi's grip on your thigh tightens.

"This is your time to shine,BROTHER" Aoi Todo (Yuuji's +1) slaps Yuuji's back hard, knocking the air out of him.

Wasting no time, you get up and head over to Yuuji's side of the table and slide between him and Maki as Yuuji literally starts to lose consciousness.

"Yuuji, I can't believe you still like me" you say, holding his face and looking into his teary eyes with passion. You decide to take it one step further and start unbuttoning his shirt gingerly while everyone lets out a gasp of horror.

"Y/N! The dare was to kiss not have..have..s-s-" Maki says nervously.

"You can't have sex here in public. Besides what about Megumi?!" Panda voices and all eyes turn to Megumi. Megumi who is known for having a composed nature didn't look quite composed in this moment. You smirk at your boyfriend.

"Aw. Megumi won't mind. Would you?" You coo at him, palming Yuuji's muscular chest.

"Well then" you say, lowering yourself to close the distance between you and Yuuji while Yuuji sweats bullets, unable to make decisions and wondering if his bestfriend will beat him up later.

In the last second before your action you saw Megumi's eyes go wide and heartbroken. You turned your head swiftly to kiss Maki on the cheek instead earning a shriek from everyone at the table.

"h-huh? Huhhh?" Maki goes, covering the cheek you kissed.

"What y'all really thought I'd kiss another man? How low is your opinion of me!" You say, pouting as you hear Yuuji and practically everyone else sink into their chairs in relief. Everyone except Megumi who gets up and grabs his belongings.

"I'll head home for the evening guys. Have fun" he says, making eye contact and smiling at everyone except you. You feel your jubilant smile drop quickly as you hurry to be beside him.

"W-well, guess I'll be going too" you say awkwardly, waving a goodbye to the stunned group.

Megumi ignored your declaration as he headed to his car without waiting for you and you had to practically chase him down before he could leave without you. You got into the Mercedes just as its engine purred to life smoothly.

"Megumi!" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Are you nuts? Were you going to leave without me?" You asked in a panic while Megumi remained as cool as a cucumber and gave you no reaction nor response whatsoever. He simply drove at lightspeed, hands not letting go of the steering while you pleaded with him.

"Megumi. It was a joke alright." You said, hastily removing your strappy heels, cursing at how difficult they were. Megumi had already shut the door behind him as he entered the house. When you managed to open the door again, you screeched "You're fucking overreacting!"

Dead silence.

Megumi had stopped in his tracks to turn to look at you with fearsome eyes bearing a shadow of hostility. You gulped at his aura.

"I am overreacting? Huh?" He said, approaching you and pulling you by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm overreacting? Let me see. That means I can call Nobara here and fuck the brains out of her no?" He asks, his eyes guaging your reaction. You are unable to speak, struggling under his iron grip.

He opens the door to your bedroom and pushes you onto the bed.

"You want me to bring Momo and Miwa here and overstimulate the daylights out of them right in front of you? I'd like that to be honest. It really turns me on you know. Ahhh."

"Me-Megumi, stop that." You say, looking up at his towering figure from the bed. "You don't have to go that far."

"What's wrong?" He asks. "Feeling bad?" He deftly removes his striped tie from his collar in one go and wraps it in rolls around his hand.

"You're so dramatic Y/N." Megumi smirks. "I'm not doing anything, I'm just voicing my thoughts. You should get the joke" he says, grabbing both of your hands in one of his and tying them up with his tie.

"I'm sorry." You say timidly. You'll be fine after all. He's going to have makeup sex now.

After every argument you have ever had with Megumi, he always turns to makeup sex as a way to express his apology incase the fight got too heated. He hasn't ever used his tie as a restraint during makeup sex before though, so that left you curious and directionless.

"Nobara." He declares. "that's the safe word." An evil glint in his usually kind eyes.

"Are you serious?" You ask.

"I make jokes less frequently than you do" he says, hands waiting on the hem of the velvety skirt you are wearing. This was his way of asking for permission. For whatever he has set up, till now and whatever he's about to do. You gulp, intimidated and excited at the same time. If you were to voice refusal, Megumi would stop instantly.

"Fine then. Nobara it is. Not like I'll use it ever." You say, sticking out your tongue to him.

With that greenlight, Megumi wastes no time stripping you off your pencil skirt and halter neck top as you squirm with your arms behind you, getting eager by the second.

"Wow, look at you." he says, grabbing you by the jaw. "Humiliation doesn't affect you at all."

"It's because it's my Megumi." you grin at him. "Kiss me." you pout, trying to hoist yourself up despite your restraint but Megumi backs up swiftly.

"Nuh-uh." he smirks. "You won't get to lay a finger on me today."

"What?" you gasp and plop back down. "That's not fair. I want to suck on your lips right now!"

"Sounds like your problem." he says, cocking his head to side, removing your lacy panties out of the way - a practice of several years. Right when he's about to go down on you though, his phone buzzes with life.

Megumi looks over his shoulder to check as you protest when he proceeds to pick it up. He holds it between his ear and left shoulder, continuing to descend on you.

"Yeah, Itadori, what's up?" he says, licking a stripe up one of your nether lips. Your body freezes at that. You can faintly hear Yuuji's voice on the other end since he's so LOUD.

"Hey bud. I just wanted to check if you and Y/n are okay. Y'all left so suddenly. I'm really sorry about what happened, I told Panda senpai off after that and Maki senpai contributed a few punches."

"Hey, you're worrying too much." Megumi says, grabbing your hips and placing a kiss on your swollen clit earn a moan from you.

"Huh? What was that?" Yuuji asks on the other end, and you shake your head furiously at Megumi.

"Hmm... nothing. You're hallucinating." Megumi says, sucking on the nub, making your wrap your thighs against his head.

"If you're having a popsicle or something I'll call later yo. Eat in peace." Yuuji says, innocently, cutting the phone as you sigh in relief.

"Ah what a killjoy." Megumi curses, kissing your inner thighs.

"What are you relieved about?" he asks before plunging tongue-first into the depths of your pussy and staying there to explore the walls with his muscle. The inability to use your hands to grab on to something, his hair, the sheets, anything was really messing with you. You just smothered him with thighs to maintain your grip on reality. Your hips raised up and away from him when he found a particularly sensitive spot inside you. He placed a hand on your belly to keep you from moving. "Where are you running away, baby?"

"M-m-megumi. I am so close." you stammer as he continues his assault on your womanhood. "- so, so, so close. GOD." you gasp.

At that moment, Megumi removes his mouth from your vagina, making your eyes go wide in horror and anger.

"What? H-hey, get back on there. What are you doing?" you say, struggling against the sheets.

"Y/N. I'll do things my way, okay." Megumi smiles at you. "And shut up for a bit." he says, stuffing the panties he discarded earlier into your mouth. Your head spun from your own potent scent. You don't know how he dealt with it.

You watched him silently as he wasted time kissing your thighs and pussy lips again. He knew exactly what he was doing. This was no less than a declaration of war.

You still had reign over your lower body so you thrust your hips up and onto his mouth, surprising him. This time, he continued what he was doing, but it was a restart for you anyway.

More suckling. More tongue dives. More muffled moaning later, another orgasm blooms inside you and your eyes roll back. But Megumi let's go moments before you're about to climax.

"Mmmm!" you whimper, unable to say anything. Your eyes well up with tears. Megumi spots this and removes the fabric from your mouth. He leans in a bit too close to your face and coos at you. "Why is my bratty baby crying?" his brows go up in sympathy. "You feeling overwhelmed?"

At this point, you pool all of your strength to raise yourself up and chase his lips and he backs away again.

"Hmm.. no."

Now you practically have a river flowing down your cheeks. Your pussy hurts from almost hitting peak twice or thrice. It sucks. Megumi sucks. Yet, yet... you were somehow still turned on.

"Megumi." you say seriously. "You know I haven't thought about anyone except you for a decade right?"

"I rejected Yuuji four times because I was so in love with you back in school. Do you not remember? And Yuuji still had it better than me, because you rejected me a dozen times throughout school, you ass!" you remind him. It was true. You fell first. But he seemed to have fallen harder over the years. He had given you one chance on graduation day and you had completely capitalized on it.

"It had always been you Megumi. My first one and my only one." you say, now crying for real.

"Shh.." Megumi whispers, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Y/N." He kisses your forehead and nose next. "You really know how to turn the situation your way, you smartass." he says, snaking a hand under your body to grope your ass. His hands brush against your tied up ones.

He makes you sit up and unties you, checking to make sure there aren't any marks. Fortunately, there aren't. The first thing you do is swing your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. "Never stop me from touching you again." you mumble into the crook of his neck.

You feel something sticking out and poking at your thigh and you find Megumi's angry cock dying to grab your attention. Megumi gulps as you eye his member curiously.

"Megumi." you start. "Should I do to you what you did to me?"

"Nobara." he says.

"HUH?" you raise your voice, unable to understand why he suddenly took her name until you remember it's your safe word.

"What? You want to stop?" you ask him genuinely.

"No, I don't. But if you deny me my orgasm. It might be too much for me to handle." he admits embarrassingly, pursing his lips.

"Megumi, you are too cruel." you say, hoisting yourself up and impaling yourself on his hard on. You appreciate how it fills you up completely. "I am not letting you get away." you add, starting to bounce up and down on his cock, angling yourself so it hits your good spots. You also make your chest is suffocating Megumi at all times as you let a symphony of moans and whines flow out of you.

You hold on to his muscular shoulders for dear life as your nth orgasm of the day creeps up onto you. This time you don't tell him you are coming and let yourself get undone on his cock, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

"Oh my goodness." you cry out, leaning away from him. You look at his face and realize by his fucked up expression that he probably came alongside you. This gives you a brilliant idea as you quickly recover from your climax.

You don't stop moving around his cock. You keep up at it like you never came and Megumi starts to scratch at your back, clearly overstimulated but not saying anything. You proceed to then crash your lips against his, twisting his nipple in your fingers as he whimpers. Eventually, it becomes too much for him to bear.

He separates from you, drooling. "Y/n. W-wait. It's too much!"

"It's not." you say teasingly. "Just once more." You keep up your pace, making him thrust in and out of you. Before you can best him though, he recovers too.

He grabs your waist and changes positions, pushing you into the mattress and into a mating press, thrusting into you like a monster.

"M-m-megu-" you are unable to speak from how hard you are being moved. You come again. and again. and again. and Megumi keeps going. Like a crazed animal.

"Stop I'll die now!" you scream, your knees bumping against your chin from the position.

This is when Megumi finally releases for the second time, and collapses on you.

"Payback, for all those times I didn't let you -"

"Megumi, you're really - " you manage to whisper as you feel your eyes starting to shut.

The both of you doze off just like that, entangled and dirty with juice.

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(okay boys, thanks for reading! LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS. I do have an idea for part 2 of this where Megumi feels gulity about how he behaved and tries to make it up to the reader. it'll be fluffy and romantic. I'll write it if this gets enough hits and enough people want a part 2. PEACE :) )

#megumi Fushiguro smut #gojo smut #geto smut #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #angst #anime smut #x reader #megumi x reader #itadori #megumi #megumi x y/n

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judeswhore · 8 months

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i always imagine jude being so excited when u tell him ur pregnant like he legit breaks down and kisses all over u after u tell him. and it’ll happen in the cutest way, maybe y’all order some takeout and ur fcking that shit up and he’s giggling all “babe, slow down” and ur like “it’s obvious that i’m eating for two?” and then he looks at u processing what u just said and then his eyes tear up “you’re….?”, and you’re nodding ur head with the best smile on ur face and he just scoops u into his arms, mumbling how happy he is and how you’re so perfect for him. overall such a giddy baby daddy :(( would most def lose his mind when the baby starts kicking, he’s just so obsessed with u

him just being so happy and excited throughout the whole pregnancy bc he really can’t wait to be a dad and he’s gotten into the habit of when ur laying down together he’ll have his hand on ur bump just rubbing over it so softly. and youse will be laid in bed one night just watching tv, jude curled up against ur side, his palm rubbing soothing circles over ur bare bump and he’ll suddenly feel a soft kick and his entire face wld just light up and he’d get all excited wanting to feel it again and ur just giggling at him bc you’ve felt it so many times now but jude just always missed it. he’d feel so emotional tho if the baby started to kick like in response to his voice like he’ll talk to ur bump abt his day or something and ur baby wld kick and he’d look at u with such a big grin all “definitely gna be a daddy’s girl/boy” which just has u rolling ur eyes. always kisses ur bump too before he leaves!!! like kisses u to say goodbye and then drops down in front of u to kiss ur bump and goes “and one for my little bug too” and it always puts a lump in ur throat bc u can already just tell he’s gna be the perfect dad

#hey jude :)

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ctrl-alt-cel · 1 year

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top ten puppyshipping fics?

so thrilled about this ask...unfortunately i cant give you a list of puppyshipping top 10 without taking like 3 months to reread every joukai fic ive ever loved, but i can give you a handful that ive enjoyed recently!!

Second Chance Christmas by Elexcia (30k)

ex-husbands joey and kaiba are forced to spend the holidays together after 3 years of co-parenting and scrupulously avoiding each other. (atticus and alexis are their kids and its the cutest thing ever!!!!) theres a ton of adorable family shenanigans & how much joey and kaiba work together to ensure atticus and alexis have happy childhoods free from their own personal baggage, mixed with the most heartwrenching late-night conversations between joey and kaiba bc despite everything, they still love each other, but they remember the pain it brought them and don't know if they can endure that again. the emotions and uncertainties are so raw oftentimes i will remember a quote from this fic and my heart will ache all over again its so fcking good!!! its been on my mind ever since i read it!!!

Meeting upon the threshold by Alecto (2.6k)

"kaiba has always been his own worst enemy" -- dsod!kaiba's dimension hopping lands him in an alternate timeline and face-to-face with a version of himself he doesn't recognize. this will always be the quintessential puppyshipping fic to me omg.. the amount of characterization covered in the brief interactions the two kaibas have is spectacular, and its so cool seeing just how different dsod!kaiba's dimension is compared to a dimension where kaiba chooses jounouchi instead. hell yeah

Double Date by thegraeyone (7.2k)

GOD this fic is so funny. kaiba tries so hard to have one normal, business-related work dinner with pegasus, but pegasus is more interested in having a double date between kaiba and his boyfriend joey + pegasus with his boyfriend bandit keith, and like, what else can kaiba do? for the sake of his company, he needs to play along with the most disasterous dinner date of his life if he wants pegasus to sign a damn contract already..!!!! the comedic potential for this specific set of characters makes me lose my mind & theres so many sweet moments within the fic too. i love it so much

Most Thrilling by Alecto (1.8k)

another funny fic! a cute moment with joey visiting his boyfriend kaiba during a lunch break, and silly conversations on how kaiba really does play to win. i love the brand of slight unhinged-ness kaiba has here in regards to jou omg... kaiba is intense when it comes to everything, of course that would include his dating life😭 & i adore how he manages to come across as infuriatingly romantic in his own type of way

The Weight of Water by phant0m (2.2k)

a gentle character piece, jounouchi has just moved out from the apartment he shares with his father, and for all the newfound freedom it should entail, he feels guilty about it more than anything. thankfully his boyfriend kaiba is there to stand by him. it's a kind look into the more somber parts of jou's character and i love the scene it sets :( oh my god jou and kaiba love each other so much..!!! *dies*

Shards by jirluven (2.9k)

more hurt/comfort >:) jounouchi flinches. kaiba isn't supposed to know what it means, its one of the unbroachable topics of their close yet purposely ambiguous relationship, but they both know each other far too well for that. i really enjoy how kaiba's perspective is written, with how he's most comfortable when he's logic-ing things out and surrounded by things he can easily categorize, but hes long given up on trying to categorize jounouchi, and its most evident when pushing himself into the unfamiliar territory of tactfully trying to comfort someone he cares about

Debt to Society by Elexcia (16k)

tech acquisitions lawyer seto kaiba is sentenced to 200 hours of community service after a barfight with rival lawyer & long-time nuisance ziegfried von schroder. to meet those hours, he's assigned to represent children in court as their legal advocate with social worker joey wheeler acting as his supervisor >:) (also featuring judge yugi & the doma arc kids!!) i think this setup is genius omg. with kaiba acting as a protector for underrepresented and vulnerable kids, of course his own personal (and messy) feelings are going to get involved whether he likes it or not!!! plus i love fics where jou and kaiba are colleagues working towards the same goal and moments where kaiba has to trust in and respect joey's skills. and i cant lie. seeing a worldly joey who's good with kids is an absolute treat

Lapse by AndroideQL (4.2k)

blossoming workplace romance!! jou is kaiba's assistant (yes, everyone is surprised about this outcome too) jou & kaiba are undoubtedly attracted to each other, but theres a couple of (important!!) things about it that theyre not entirely on the same page about. the banter and familiarity jou and kaiba have with each other in this fic is sooo charmingly affectionate, and there are several exchanges that make me laugh every single time. its a refreshing and cute fic that has me hopeful knowing that no matter what communication issues they get up to, they'll eventually get their shit straight

Small and Insignificant Things by Lafae (1.6k)

one more for the office romance train >:) joey, kaiba, and the conundrum of getting a good picture for your photo ID. short and sweet boyfriend shennanigans, i love how joey & kaiba play off of each other during these mundane moments between their hectic schedules and i feel like it perfectly captures the excitement of a fresh relationship and fondly discovering the more trivial details about your partner

Working My Way Back to You by SerenaJones (10k)

during an argument between jou and kaiba, jou angrily states that he wishes they never met. kaiba soon finds himself in a universe where they never did, and meets a rougher, more abrasive jounouchi who never quit his gang who just may be the key to his way back. the worldbuilding in this fic is super cool and extensively fleshed out! its so fascinating to experience how different the cast of yugioh and domino city itself would have become if canon had played out differently, and the interactions between kaiba and a jounouchi who isn't his jounouchi but is just charming is so much fun

Orpheus and Eurydice by saiikavon (3.4k)

post-dsod joey dies while chasing kaiba into the afterlife, and by the title, you can probably imagine what kaiba has to do to get him back. very fun kaiba characterization/study here, with how quick and confident he is to challenge death itself and rebuff anything that gets in his way. and! a bit of spoilers but i love when jou gets to be a little mean (lovingly!!!!) to kaiba hehehe

#answered #puppyshipping #fic recs #ngl i think this specific selection of fics is on the tame end haha just for general rec purposes #most of my favorite kj fics are ones where their characterizations r pushed to extremes via intense situations #but ive noticed that theres an extent to how many dramatics u can pull before less genre-savvy audiences start getting scared💀#i love them all really....oughh

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bohemian-nights · 6 months

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I’d me mad if someone else was fcking my man too (mostly mad at my man cause yk he’s the one I’m in a relationship with 🫠) but we’re still in WAR times. Like Rhaenyra your reign is on shaky ground as it is 😭. Maybe after the war you can do the whole “THaTs mY MaN. BuRn WiTch!!” I swear I cackled reading that because she was seriously still high from her daily dose of delusion “my Prince would never lay with such a low creature” like girl he had two kids by you 🤣 thing but right now you need all hands on deck lol. *But seriously Rhae Rhae was tripping ordering the death of a dragonrider she still very much needed. Like Mysaria got to fck your man and live cause she was useful to you. Netty was also useful to you still* (Also quick question what do you think would’ve happened if Rhaenyra still went on her racist rant implying she wanted to kill Nettles but didn’t order anything but commanded that they both returned to King’s Landing? Do you think Daemon would’ve gone for that? And if he did how would their relationship work in Kings Landing? How would Rhaenyra react to seeing the two of them together? Or just in general how do you think their life would look post-war if the Blacks won? )

Anon haven’t you heard? Missy Anne never called Nettles a low creature or insinuated the only way a Black woman could claim a dragon or get with her man was by using witchcraft. That’s all lies spread by the evil green man 🥦Septon Eustace.

Black women(who have no idea what racism looks like because everyone knows racism ended once MLK gave his I Have a Dream speech 😊)are just making sh*t up to down a poor defenseless white woman. Sure Miss Maegor, I’m sorry Nyra, tried to kill an innocent (possibly pregnant I mean not pregnant because Daemon definitely wouldn’t sleep with a Black- I mean he would never cheat on his queen) woman, but it’s all Mysaria’s fault. You know queens don't have any actual power 😄

who just so happened to have lost her mind because of stress and thought it was a good idea to get her husband back.

She was fine with wh*te a** Mysaria so why wouldn’t she be fine with a Black girl with her man? It’s not like members of her own family(her grandmother, Corlys, the mad King) have ever been shown as racist. It’s not like the Targaryens believe that they are exceptional people because of their birth. She couldn’t possibly be racist🙃 Stop saying she’s racist. You’re a hater.

Jokes aside, yeah Miss Maegor messed up big time ordering Nettles’ death, but to be fair she didn’t think she’d lose Daemon along with her(still an idiotic decision since she did what she did to Addam).

A scenario like that kinda happened in the past and Daemon chose Viserys over his lover(Mysaria and the egg situation on Dragonstone). She probably just thought Nettles meant nothing to him and he’d get over his infatuation as soon as she departed from Except it wasn’t lust this time. She overplayed her hand. If she was a little more patient maybe she would’ve survived longer.

To answer your question, I think Daemon would’ve returned to Kings Landing. I could see Corlys’ warning/telling him Miss Maegor has gone kooky, she hates Nettles’ guts, and that it would be best if they stayed at Maidenpool.

Now if she hadn’t gone on her rant(or if others weren’t there to see it) then they probably would have returned. He wouldn’t give up Netty. She’d probably become his only paramour(I could see him gathering a couple of children with her. Try to give said child a lordship if it was a boy or doting on it if it was a girl). Missy Anne would either have to live with it or she won't go on breathing 😊

#bnasks #bnask #nettles #dettles #daemon targaryen #daemon x nettles #nettles x daemon #daemon targaryen x nettles #netty

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amazingwriter101 · 3 years

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💘Astro Observations/Notes since Valentine's Day is around the corner💘

Disclaimer: It may or may not resonate on you. This is all just based on my observation on the people around me and researches. I am not a professional astrologer. This is just for entertainment and always remember that Astrology isn’t set in stone. We have free will. Keep safe everyone💘💋

P.s: this is kinda long. Anyways have fun!

💘 Venus square Saturn aspect in composite or synastry is often labeled as a red alert or a very bad aspect to have. Well it is, but if they have it on their natal as an aspect they can actually feel home.

Also, with this aspect, there is something that keeps you away from being with each other whether it's distance, unaccepted cultural beliefs, living at great distance (LDR) or like the other one (Saturn) holds the Venus back in fear of losing her/him (Venus)

But I do observed that some hard aspects on Saturn is very common in married couples. Since like what they've said, Saturn is the glue. But since it's in hard aspect, it'll be harder unlike when it is aspected positively (sextile, trine)

💘 Sun square Venus: Learning how to accept and appreciate your differences

💘 Venus square Venus: Beautiful Differences. I think it’s not that bad to have this aspect on synastry especially if both individuals are open minded and are willing to work things out. Your wants, or desires on relationship may not be the same or similar since your Venuses square each other. Learn to find a common ground.

💘 Moon sextile/trine Moon: Emotional Connection you are aware of each other’s feelings and you are able to connect on emotional level very well.

💘 Since 12th house is the house of secrets, and hidden enemies, having 12th house overlays can indicate of secret relationship (keeping the relationship secret from public or family) or you just tend to be private about your relationship but on the positive side having 12th house overlays with someone can indicate a deep psychic and spiritual bond with them. The relationship can be very intuitive and they're in tuned about your feelings.

💘 It is said that 5th house in Pisces is= Forbidden Love, probably because of age difference, different cultural beliefs, race, taboos, or family circumstances. A person with this placement can often fall for a wrong person or like unavailable one, foreigners etc.

💘 10th house overlay is good for couple who likes to go on public or like work together. Since 10th house rules your goals, ambitions, direction, and public life in synastry or composite mainly on composite it can show how the both of you present or work together.

💘 I prefer 9th house and 11th house where the people with this overlay see each other as best friends and can go to numerous adventures together without thinking twice.

💘 Jupiter in 11th house composite may indicate that the couple have mutual friends.

💘 Lilith in 3rd house synastry/composite might do dirty talking to each other often or get turned on by just talking to each other.

💘 Mars in the 1st house synastry makes the Mars person as the aggressor when it comes to sex like its all about "me" type. Since house 1 rules ourselves.

💘 4th house overlay is cute, since you feel home with the house person or the other way round but it can also indicate laziness and over indulgence on affection and coziness if there's a lot of 4th house overlay. This overlay is like parent-child relationship

💘 Saturn in 7th house is good for longevity, I honestly like this overlay over other overlays in synastry

💘 Venus Aquarius are very loyal once they're fully committed I dunno why people stereotypes this Venus sign as very flighty and non committal. Well, there is a high chance of flightiness at the beginning, that is part of Aquarius like going MIA time to time if they don’t like the person or if they are testing someone, but once they've found the "ONE" and they're really down on that person, they commit they may go MIA sometimes, but that doesn't mean that their feelings are flighty or unstable.

💘 Idk but I feel like Capricorn sun/moon/Venus/mars or Capricorn stellium are sexy and alluring maybe because of their bone structure that stands out.

💘 Scorpio rising woman can be a bit submissive into his man if she truly loves him. I also observe that they're really good at staring. It's not the creepy stalker stare (well sometimes it is) but like stare of observation or admiration. Like if they like someone, they will 100% confidently stare at that person.

💘 Also it is known that Scorpio risings have magnificent eyes that can capture or like melt everyone, but have you seen them staring with like heart eyes? It's full of admiration and passion and you can feel it piercing your heart (in a good way)

💘 Capricorn placements hates faking. You'll know if they're happy, sad, sick, irritated, angry, if they like you or not, they will always show it.

💘 I don't know but I'm not a huge fan of 7th house overlay. Except for Saturn. Well it's essential at marriage like what they've said, its also the house of enemies. So be careful.

💘 Virgos actually have a freaking high standards. Most Virgos that I know are single for a very very long time and others doesn’t even dated for ones since they have high standards.

💘 Like what @hillarysss has said on her/his observation, Virgos are tall and slim. I agree 100% well it may not resonate to others, nevertheless, they look like a fcking model ㅠㅠ

💘 Everyone’s talking about how sexy and hot/have a high sex drive Mars in Scorpio are but I personally think that Mars in Aries are more fiery when it comes to sex bonus if it’s on 5th house.

💘 It is said that air and fire mercuries are the most chatterbox but have you seen them when they're alone and not lighting up the mood? They're a miser. Specifically Sagittarius.

CREDITS TO: @amazingwriter101

#astrology #scorpio rising #astro observation #astro notes #capricorn #composite chart #mars in 5th #mars #virgo #venus #aquarius venus #synastry #astro post

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crapitskizaru · 5 years

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Sugar Daddy!Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Yo jurassic queen! Whats up! I hope your having a great week. Can I request a short scenario with sugar daddy law and his new sugar baby that's thirsting for him but trying to hide it. Maybe shes a bit Tsundere about it. Im in the mood for loving on my death dr. Please and thank you.

What about waking up in laws bed in one of his coats and his bed juts smells like him and of course his hoodie, and then you walk downstairs to see law standing there making breakfast (because he is a big teddy bear) and he’s wearing a tight black shirt (you know who I am 😉)

Warning: the shitty death doctor is fcking going for it + filthy vibes but not really

Word Count: 1k

Even the heavy scent of rain and the overcast sky behind the windows couldn’t stifle the feeling of excitement she got when she woke up in a bed overtaken by his scent.

The sheets were crumpled under her fingers - letting her recall the shameless acts mixed with heated passion of the previous night. He was just so addicting with his witty charms and sparkling intelligence, and those grey eyes that she was more than glad to lose herself in.

Where was he now? He and the morning kisses they were supposed to share in her daydreams, his strong arms around her as they both wake up in the same bed? He must have been enjoying himself last night, she was sure of that. Anyone would be able to tell - with his possessive touches and commands given with that raspy voice of his, with the way he took her several times, as many as he could.

She put on the first thing she found crumpled on the floor - his shirt, discarded carelessly a few hours before by his quick fingers as he allowed her to feel more of him and his defined muscles.

She made a short visit to the bathroom to freshen up before finally gathering enough courage to show herself downstairs.

Her stomach made a little backflip when she saw him - in hawaiian-themed shorts and a black shirt, far too tight to leave her desires unbothered, he was shuffling around the kitchen.

Apparently, watching various types of fruits being cut and smashed while accompanied by the dramatic whirring of the blades in a blender must have put him in a good mood as he smirked to himself.

“I wouldn’t ever think I’d say this, especially after last night, but you look cute like this. Doctor,” she said, raising an eyebrow while punctuating the last word, which also happened to be a nickname he so loved to hear in bed. He kept his eyes on her as she came closer. “Good morning.”

“‘Cute’ is definitely not the impression I was going for,” he murmured quietly, leaning his face closer to hers, as if to peck her on the lips. Just when they were about to touch, a metallic sound of swirling blades caused her to jump in surprise as he suddenly turned the blender on. He observed her reaction, clearly amused.

“You’ve got issues,” she laughed. The sight of his ab muscles twitching underneath that black shirt with his every move made her bite her lip in need.

“I thought I made that clear already.”

For some reason it felt weird - seeing him outside the bed, her fingers not tangled in his messy hair anymore, breathing in his scent and having a casual talk over breakfast. She could swear she was naked with him, orgasming and calling all sorts of pleads and begs out not more than just few minutes ago.

Meanwhile, he was acting as if it never happened. He sat down at the table, grabbing a newspaper in one hand and slurping on his smoothie through a pink straw.

She had no choice but to follow in his steps as she made herself a toast to munch on and sat beside him.

It was the weekend, and from his movements being the opposite of hurried, as well as the cloudy weather outside that certainly wasn’t encouraging, he seemed as if he wasn’t planning on leaving the house.

This caused her mind to come up with all sorts of positions they could do it around the apartment - how he could ravage her on the kitchen counter, grip her against the wall or let her ride him on the couch. All of that, playing in her imagination, while he kept slurping on his smoothie and not tearing his gaze away from the paper.

She almost choked on her toast when he suddenly stretched a little and let out a wheeze, followed by a deep grunt. Was he doing it on purpose?

Her legs involuntarily clamped together when the wetness in between them started getting uncomfortable. She hastily stood up and went to put her dish away, when in reality turning her back on him was the only way she could get her eyes off of his frame. Leaning against the counter, she could almost feel his arms crawling around her waist, his lips beside her ear, his familiar scent taking over her senses...

“Did I not leave you satisfied last night? Do you still want me?” His whisper made her heart jump in surprise as he suddenly appeared behind her. “You look like you want me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tried to keep her voice steady. Could he feel the heat coming from between her thighs? She hoped not.

“You don’t have to pretend. I would have to be blind to miss the way you look at me. Or even then, I could take ahold of you and immediately know that you want more.” His lips kept brushing against her skin as he spoke in a low voice, his hands already gripping her waist. “We’re alone. Completely alone at my place, undisturbed. Do you think I would just let you be?”

An uncontrolled gasp left her mouth when his tone, his words and the warmth of his body took the better of her. Her head rolled back to rest against his chest. “Please. Please, take me.”

He smirked, tightening the embrace around her.

“Oh, I will. We’ve got a whole day and night ahead of us. You will have to come up with new nicknames, sweetheart.”

#trafalgar law #one piece #xoxobb #dinofilth #one piece scenario #op scenario #op imagine #op imagines #one piece imagines #one piece imagine #trafalgar law x reader #smut

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alternativewinxcontinuity · 4 years

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Don't mind me, just losing my mental sh*t

Has anyone else ever noticed it always seems to be the people who’ve never written/posted anything that leave the most unnecessary (and often meanest) comments?

Or the people who themselves write like they haven’t hit puberty yet but feel like they can comment like a professional editor by giving advice that is exactly the opposite of what they were just saying needs to be fixed?!

Not Winx Related, I just really needed to vent. I got a shit review on a non-Winx Story and as I bitch a little about that I'm finally taking the time to address a review I got on my GOT fic, which turned nasty that I want to pick apart, but not to his face because he is not the kind of reviewer who should be interacted with, so I'mma dump it here. (Rant un-beta'd.)

Like? You really want to leave a comment on chapter 2 of a part 30 chapter fic that you haven’t read saying shit like:

“I don’t see the point its basically a rewrite”

When, had you read even one chapter on, you would have begun to see the divergence that is about to slowly snowball out of control while the universe does its best to stay on track. (yes the 'its' typo is review accurate.)

Like buddy, I get it, you've never written anything in your life and you think this is okay to say to someone because, and this may surprise you: you're an asshole.

"The point" was that it was a fun idea, "the point" was that I was enjoying the crossover and figuring out how everything could go wrong by replacing a single major part, "the point" was many, many other people found it hilarious and so did I. Not "the point" but it was also a version of Harry Potter not written by a fcking TERF.

Or:

'This Character is just really out of character, you're doing a bad job of writing him.'

Okay *goes to check their fics to see how they wrote him to see if she can figure out where reviewer is coming from. they have no fics in the fandom.* 'hey reviewer, you say he's out of character, how would you go about fix him so he's more in character?'

'Oh well, he's just not very *season 1 characterisation despite the fact he's explicitly stated to be season 3 end of his character growth story arc*, you should have him do *a thing that is something he would never have done even in season 1*'

Or shit like (and this is a long one from 'Richard' who hid behind the Anon function):

"This is a great fic. It's surprisingly difficult for me to optimize the protagonist. So first,"

Like? excuse you? why would you need to optimize my character?

"I really hope Sansa chooses to mine the metric tonnes of valuable honey and wax from that beehive once she gets her inventory."

So I hate to admit that the honey and wax would be a good idea, and she will be getting a boon of that, but it will be because she'll be getting Bee Hives later, not because she'll think to strip mine a people in dire straights.

"Also, she has valyrian steel claws, which she now knows can dig into the rock very easily. Those crumbling ledges? She can dig new ones, she can dig a staircase. She can widen the entrance so that her soldiers come in to help mine the liquid gold. Especially since she appreciates the difference between currency and goods. Of course, maybe she'll establish diplomatic relations instead."

So I am going to look so fcking petty when I finally get the next chapter out, because I actually addressed this idea with reality. Trust me, I did some research, and while there's almost nothing easily found on how long it would take to do this sort of work by hand, what I found supported the idea that it's stupid. It takes (and I shit you not) literal days with a team of men using hand tools to carve through even a few metres of rock (the exact time depends on how hard the rock is and how large they make the opening/area).

Sansa would be literally clawing at the walls with her nails which, while yes they are Valyrian steel, are still attached to very human fingers and arms. and here's where my first hand knowledge kicks back in: I went on a mock archaeological dig when I was in high school, I spent several hours scrapping layers of compact sand to uncover artefacts, resistance levels aside, the repeated action is hell on your muscles, Sansa would spend as much time recovering as she would digging. to get all the way to the entrance would take her literal years with Richard's suggested method.

PLUS: the point of the adventures is for SANSA (and Arya) to have the spot light, to be forced to think and find ways to use the new Abilities they've been given, or to come up with new ones. It's part of my whole "Power is Earned, or it is Corrupted" mentality, if you don't work for it, you will sooner rather than later abuse it.

AND: of course she's going to use diplomatic solutions, she's Sansa, and that's what the clue of foreshadowing was saying! Literally everything you need to know to solve the Dungeons is in their individual clues!!!

"Secondly, medieval people already had long-lasting torches which burned for hours and hours instead of 5-10 minutes. Each torch looked like a pillar or stupidly elongated torch that was carried with the tip lit and burning down like a candle. They also didn't use candles as those were too expensive. They used rushes soaked in fat which could be made by the dozens to hundreds with a few hours' work. There's a youtube video on this subject entitled medieval misconceptions: torches and candles."

Oh. My. God. Such. Valuable. Information. If . Only. I had. Known. This. When. I wrote. about. reed candles. in this. very fic.

Literally of the four times I used the word candle, twice it was explicitly 'reed candles' (and guess what other name rushes go by?) and once it was a metaphor specifically about the smoke and not the candle.

As for the pillar candles, the ones that burn for hours are too heavy for someone of Sansa's size and arm strength and the hour candles, (if you've ever seen Avatar Last Airbender, the candles they used in the Secret Tunnel) are unwieldy and aren't so good for putting down in a way that doesn't risk them going out. (Putting them far enough into a wall sconce that it won't topple back out makes it very tricky to remove it.)

Which, why even bother with torches that are more effort to obtain when Sansa's powers make the 'advantage' obsolete anyway!? Not to mention: Displayed Content! If a show uses something even in the background, it exists in that world. Wax candles aren't that rare. (Also side note, because I do my fcking research: the majority of hives which supply the honey and wax to Westeros are owned by the Maesters of old town.)

"I don't really care about those things though. The latter is a mistake literally everyone makes and I didn't know was a mistake until a month ago. Which goes into my third point, how Sansa could optimize things."

Then why bring it up, especially since I didn't technically make said mistake??

"At this point she knows she needs people and she's already given her powers to someone trustworthy. She also knows that healing is a power she can give. And she knows they're going to need this at least as much as medics. And there are indeed people she trusts whom she hasn't approached with an offer of power. Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark, Lyra Mormont of Bear Island, and Tyrion Lannister. Tyrion Lannister can wait but not forever. Lyra should be approached as soon as possible."

NO. Arya was the exception, not the rule, Sansa isn't going to just go off and give her god-blessed powers to anyone else. I was hesitant to give it to Arya as it was, and only let myself because I could use the 'Arya's God is Death, there's more stakes than you thought' to fully justify it.

Tyrion as he is can't be trusted, and future Tyrion chose Dany over Sansa, neither Sansa nor Arya know how his story ended, so as far as they are concerned he's a good ally, but not actually trust worthy enough for this.

For those of you confused, Lyra Mormont is one of the daughters of the Lady Maege Mormont, and one of Lyanna's sisters. Lyra got maybe two mentions in the books and nothing in the tv series so I can only assume Richard meant Lyanna, who is currently 2 years old! But we'll come back to this, because Richard sure did!!!

As for the medic thing, I really hope Richard meant he was fcking off for good in his final word, because if he comes back, I really don't want him to think he's responsible for the medic corps that I've been planning and attempting to foreshadow with Sansa approaching Luwin, and Beth and Jeyne following Sansa's lead with archery.

Like, oh hey, guess which unfortunate field medic bride of a Stark might find her way to Winterfell if she hears about young women being trained in some basic healing to help Maester Luwin deal with any cases of over flow of patients. That's right, I'm planning for triage nurses! No magical powers required.

"I assume she's going to get glass from Lys through the Tapestry of Doors. For that she's going to need tokens. She's going to need tokens for everything, and she already knows it. So collecting and hoarding tokens should be a big priority for her. And that means going places where there are tokens to be got. Places she hasn't gone to yet, like The Wall and Bear Island. Just to get tokens."

No. Again, just NO! Sansa already stated that Tokens and relying on them were a thing that would come back to bite her, she'll horde them as she finds them, but she's not going out of her way to find them because she has things to do! Also: the Tapestry of Doors was a piece of Flavour text for way late in the fic if it ever came back, and like a Stargate, requires one at each end, so someone would have to travel to Lys anyway, which is dumb when Sansa now has a Loom which can copy any 'raw' material, and the ability to convert that 'raw' material' into any object she has the blueprint for, which she can get by 'scanning' with her console.

She just has to put 2 and 2 together!!

"She also knows there are dungeons in each place, and that she needs to get to them. And that it's better if she gets in with people. Like people Lyra trusts to whatever dungeon is in Bear Island."

The thing about the Dungeons is that the whole thing is for Sansa, some of them will have special requirements, but very few of them are crucial, they're just there so Sansa has a place and a trial to obtain Unique Items of game breaking power or ability.

"The last way to optimise her powers is one I don't think she'll take even though it has a lot of benefits. Going with a squad of soldiers into the Dreadfort's dungeon in order to confront the walking dead, with hit and run tactics slowly draining the population there. The main benefit and reason to do this is to harden and blood the soldiers to prepare them for the Long Night, so she should have the soldiers on rotation in order to expose as many as possible to the horrors to come."

Problem is the undead in the Dreadfort Dungeon aren't the same as the Wights and White Walkers, they can just be killed in the same ways. The idea of these kinds of fics is that by the time the Long Night Comes, Sansa and Arya can do most if the heavy lifting. You are right that Sansa wouldn't risk her people for some EXP though.

Sansa will be going back though, there's a pair of Shears and Needle in there.

"Also, the loot should be great. Perhaps another loom. But I would do it even for more bobbins. Or nothing at all."

Literally the Loom is a one off item. It is super powerful with what it can do in the context, so having more than one would ruin the power balance I've been trying to keep between Power Fantasy and OP Bullshit.

Someone of course pointed out that (Richard said Lyra, but responder said Lynna) Lyanna was currently literally 2 or 3 years old, she can't do shit. (they also brought up that 2 (actually 3) characters had already declined the super powers, because it included bad timeline memory downloads.) Guess how Richard took that?!

If you guessed "not well" you get a cookie!

Seriously, I was kind of annoyed at his review because^^^ reasons he was wrong about stuff, but also the arrogance of 'telling me how to optimize my character' was just, icky, so I was just going to ignore him.

But then he went (in response to the other reviewer):

"(snort) I think you need to recall what Lyanna Mormont is like at 10 years of age. She is a force and she is in charge. And what exactly is your objection, that Sansa needs consent or is preserving innocence?"

No moron, the objection is that she's literally 2 or 3 years old, what the fck is she going to do in her tiny little body? But yes, now that you mention it, Sansa (was assaulted and lost her bodily autonomy, she) would place a huge amount of importance on consent, it's one of the reasons she was so upset by Arya taking advantage of her sleepy state to get her to agree.

"Lyanna Mormont wouldn't care. Jon and Robb care, that's why their sister cares. Lyanna would never thank Sansa for trying to preserve her innocence, keep her ignorant, or keep her weak. She would be insulted."

Lyanna is literally 2 or 3 years old, she doesn't know enough to care or be insulted by not being told that she's lost the chance to remember several years of horrific shit before being violently murdered.

Also I notice you didn't say anything about the name correction. Got it wrong the first time did you?

"Which leaves only respecting Lyanna's will. Or her mother's will maybe. Or at least informing them of what she's decided to do before she does it so they can prepare. But Sansa gains nothing by not asking."

And what would she gain by asking? also nothing. Lyanna is 2 or 3 years old. Also the fic isn't about her. Why would Sansa even trust her? The child who thought she could judge Sansa for being unable to stab her way out of some horrible places? who scorned Sansa because she was femme? Because Sansa's strength isn't the same as hers so Lynna decided Sansa didn't have any?

Lynna chose Jon to lead the North over Sansa who had a better claim to the throne, Jon, who spent the entire 8th season saying how much he doesn't want to be king, Jon who legit just tried to walk away from the Command of the Nights Watch.

"And this brings up another issue, the fact Sansa never decided FOR Jon and Robb cuts both ways. She informed them of their choice and she let them make it."

"Sansa didn't keep them in the dark without informing them of the decision she was making for them, as you seem to want to do, since that definitely isn't the right thing to do. Mushroom management is a shit heap."

The boys were already aware that something was up, Sansa had nothing to gain by lying, and she made the offer before she realised the memories were a thing.

"The question to ask a toddler is "do you want to grow up?" it's not a difficult question to ask and it does have a meaningful answer. And that's the problem you have, because you already know Lyanna Mormont would say yes and you want her to say no. That's why you want the question never asked."

"You want to pretend that Lyanna Mormont, DEFINITELY in charge of bear island at 10 years of age, is a gormless wimp like 25 year old Jon Snow who refused to be king and refused to even THINK whether or not Daenerys would be a good queen by constantly uttering the refrain "she is my queen"."

Laynna was in charge because she was the last of her family, everyone else was lost fighting someone else's war. More importantly: she's not even part of the equation? Why would Sansa travel to Bear Island to ask a 2 or 3 year old if she wants to become an angry and traumatised 10 year old in a 2 or 3 year old body which will feel like a prison because she's not as tall or fast as she used to be, because she can't lift or climb or jump or ride or fight like she used to.

And for what? a few super powers she has to ask Sansa for? For mental trauma her family and friends cannot comprehend?

But no, have a look at the part where Richard really started to cross the line:

"No, Lyanna Mormont wants power, wants to grow up, that is obvious. And you're an obstacle in her way. She would hurt you for standing in her way, probably smashing a mace in your knees. And you're so weak that yes you would in fact be hurt by a 2 or 3 year old toddler. She killed a giant and she would have no problem killing you for daring to think you're a giant."

"Stand aside little man and let Lyanna Mormont have her glory."

Now I don't know what this guy's obsession is with Lyanna, but that sounded like a threat to me. Like, who tells people that a fiction character would physically maim or murder a real person just for pointing out said fictional character is 2 or 3 years old?

Lyanna doesn't want power? She's not that kind of person, even if she is fictional? More importantly:

Neither I nor the reviewer were 'standing in her way' because she's a fictional character who's not even in this fic!!!

But his behaviour was pretty shit, so I told him to knock it off or I was going to turn the review filters on.

That went about as well as you might expect.

So I was All:

[I don't know what you think you mean by 'optimize the character' but half of your assumptions are wrong, the rest run counter to my pre-existing plans and I don't care for your overall demeanour. I was prepared to leave your post be, but your recent reply is inappropriate and uses language which runs VERY close to sounding like a death threat, which I DO NOT APPRECIATE. I don't want to be 'that bitch', but I am going to ask you to please be respectful, or I will be turning on the comment filters.]

Because I don't Know if you know this but AO3 has three filters in the privacy tab of every story posted:

1] “Only show your work to registered users”

this means that you MUST be logged in to an AO3 account to even find it let alone read it

2] Disable Anonymous Comments

you Must be logged in to leave a comment

3] Enable Comment Moderation

doesn't matter what you say, with out Author OK, your review will not be showing up in the comment section.

(… tumblr just did that thing again where it refreshes in the middle of my thousands of words of text and loses all my stuff, it is literally making me want to kill myself. Because I have to retype all the responses from the next fcking section. It's my own fault for not just using a word document, but also: fck tumblr? For being stupid?)

So, from here Richard had three options:

1- Apologise and move one

2- say nothing and pretend it hadn't happened and move on

3- He went with this:

“Your Sansa Stark is weaker than canon Sansa Stark. It's true your Sansa Stark has a strictly higher level of ambition than Sansa Stark. But what she uses in order to achieve her goals, her resources, is weaker.”

“She uses actions, capabilities and skills. She uses embroidery, archery, learning (archery), she uses the people she already knows but not strangers. She uses and manipulates the people she can interact with, learn from, act upon. The level of people that is directly equal to skills.”“

She doesn't use language, nor does she use strangers. Strangers are the level of people that don't require interaction but DO require language to deal with. And your Sansa Stark's language is too weak. When she manipulates the maid in the Dreadfort, it's entirely accidentally and unintentionally.”

Sansa has seen what power does to people, she's seen what lies ahead for the manipulators of the world, she's been taught at the side of Cersei and Petyr, and she does not want to become them. For all the horrific things she's gone through, Sansa came out the other side with her compassion intact, possibly even stronger than before.

“She talks to Domeric only because she's already interacted with him, she's been healing him for days by that point. She fakes Green Dreaming to her father because she knows her language is inadequate and will achieve nothing. The way her father and mother treat her, they know mere words would be inadequate. And they would dismiss any words she said. "Haven't we told our children dreams can't hurt you?"”

She doesn't want to interact with Domeric, he looks like the man who violated her repeatedly, killed her brother and sacked her home. She wants to be as far away from him as possible. When she does end up interacting with him, despite being so sleep deprived it's a wonder she hadn't started hallucinating, she manages to win him over pretty easily.

She fakes Green Dreaming because “a god made me time travel” is not only a ridiculous concept but a foreign one as well. Why would Sansa tell her parents that when it would mean admitting to going through some horrific shit, to letting her family down and being let down by her family when Green Dreams are a known thing which explains her knowledge. It's not inadequacy, it's efficiency and an attempt to hide horrible things.

I need to point out that “Haven't we told our children that dreams can't hurt you?” is said by Catelyn in self-recrimination afterwards, and is said specifically to reference the reason Sansa might not have felt she could go to them with her problem was because it was based on dreams. Because what parent would take dreams as a serious threat unless they were a Nightmare on Elm Street survivor, especially since Green Seers have become so rare they've been relegated back to myths and stories by the time Jojen and Bran show up.

“Language requires actions such as mouthing, shouting, tonguing, but actions will never add up to language. Actions are necessary but NOT SUFFICIENT for language. This is why you can't write a single damned sentence with only actions. Try it, you won't be able to.”

I can't take this paragraph seriously if only because of the use of the word 'tonguing'. FFS, he sounds like a small child trying to convince people he's got a PhD. 'If I throw out some big words and phrase them right they'll sound 'academic' and I'll look smarter!

'I know this probably isn't what Richard meant but: Sign Language? Is literally all actions?

(Obviously real language requires thoughts and concepts to be communicated to be a language, but even the most primitive of body movements can express something: I'm hot, I'm hungry, I'm angry, etc. It might not be true language, but it is communication, which is the basis of language, the reason we made language in the first place.)

“Canon Sansa Stark had dreams, plans, and designs on what others have. She wanted to wed a prince, she had designs on the princess position. She wanted out of King's Landing. She wanted Winterfell. She wanted the Knights of the Vale to fight ... FOR HER.”

“People who had never met canon Sansa Stark in their entire lives fought and died for canon Sansa Stark's benefit. For the designs of a (her words) stupid girl. And sure, her initial designs were stupid. And they only rose up to being pathetic. But they were designs, they were dreams, they were plans.”

I need to talk about my interpretation of Sansa for a minute, because that's what I've been writing: my interpretation of Sansa.

Sansa was raised with an idea of how the world should be, not how it was. She was raised loved and protected and surrounded by men of honour. Fed stories of heroes, brave knights and valiant princes, where good always triumphed, or was romantically defeated and beautifully tragic.

She wasn't raised to expect dishonourable men and hidden motives, she wasn't raised expecting a (metaphorical) dagger in her back.

She didn't want the crown, she didn't want the throne, she wanted “the prince” from her stories, who would cherish her and care for her and give her a family filled with love. And yes the pretty dresses and the shiny jewels and the adoration and praise. But she never wanted power, that came later.

Later after she'd seen the cracks in the world and the grime beneath the gilding, when she'd learned friend and foe were often the same, that people with power would hurt her, use her, that she was nothing but a trophy to them.

Sansa wanted power because “if I'm the one with the power, then they can't hurt me any more, if I have the power I'll be safe, if I have the power then I can protect people, if I have the power I can stop people like that.”

But Sansa has never had power, it was always borrowed, an illusion that could vanish at one misstep. She had no money of her own, her blood made her valuable to others as a trade commodity, but gave her no personal power.

When people fought for her, it was never really about her.

Petyr gave her armies so he could win favour so he could use her as a proxy for her dead mother. Brienne fought to fulfil an oath to Sansa's dead mother.

The Men of the North fought for Winterfell, to get revenge on the Boltons. The Wildings followed Jon Snow. And when it was over, it was Jon who was crowned king, not Sansa the one who had to talk him into getting back their home in the first place.

Her parents and Robb fought for her, but their armies fought for House Stark, for the insult Sansa and Arya's capture and Ned's death presented.

“Your Sansa Stark has no plans, has no dreams, and certainly has no designs. She doesn't use language, because her language is too weak and has no power. She doesn't use her emotions or feelings because they are brittle and far too weak to be used. Weaker even than the emotions and feelings of a stupid girl. She doesn't use her mind or intellect because she doesn't cogitate. She uses skills and ONLY skills. To try to fake everything else.”

It's odd that he says this when he started off this response by saying my Sansa was more ambitious than canon Sansa.

First of all: I thought I was making it fairly clear that her goals were: save her family, save the North, stop the White Walkers.

Her dreams are to never be beholden to another man ever again.

Sansa wants her family alive, she wants to be safe and she wants to be free of all the political manipulations she had to sit through in the first timeline.

Second of all: Richard has clearly never been assaulted in his life in any way and I am so fcking happy for him. Really.

Look, people who suffer long term trauma, (or short term, it doesn't matter how long really) are not magically okay afterwards. The idea that sexual assault makes femme women strong is disgusting and so toxically prevalent in movies and shows and books these days its... horrific. You'll notice butch women like Arya aren't typically assaulted to be strong, because they're already so 'manly'. It was a genuine surprise when they tried to have Brienne assaulted, but that was more about showing how much of a 'good guy' Jaime was than Brienne.

You can really tell in several places that the tv series had non-con fetishists on staff.

Sansa is so brittle now, because she feels safe enough to let herself feel the fear she wasn't able to earlier, to work through the panic and the anger and all the emotions she couldn't before.

“Your Sansa Stark plans to use skills in order to change the world. And since it's obvious the world isn't run by woodcutters or farmers or archers or anyone else defined by their SKILLS, she will fail. She will fail abysmally, totally and catastrophically. She hasn't got the slightest sliver of a chance.”

Quick tally: Sansa has managed to convince her parents she had knowledge of the future, put them on track to realising Petyr Baelish was stealing from the Crown, got Stannis curious in Dragonstone, came up with a plan to gain favour for the North by helping to pay of part of the Crown's debt and has begun working on a plan to ensure more food is available for the Northerners when Winter arrives.

Not to mention, (and you'd easily miss this): Sansa has begun influencing a shift in the young women of the North who had previously been influenced by the South.

The thing is, Richard seems convinced its about the looting and the grinding, 'kill enough stuff and you become a God!' but it's not.

“So you stacked the deck in her favor. You put a high tier deity on her side. Now Sansa has a slim chance to squeak out a win, using the power she's borrowing. But here's the thing, it will never be HER win because it isn't HER power, it isn't HER plans. Your Sansa Stark has no plans, but her deity does, even if they're stupid plans of puerile amusement-seeking. So IF there is a victory at the end, it will never be Sansa Stark's victory, it will be her deity's. Because she is only a pawn, a tool, a peon, a minion.”

Richard doesn't seem to understand what the introduction of Arya's God means for the lore. The amount of death from the wars is causing Bad Things in the back ground of the original timeline.

Sansa isn't the Being's pawn, she's their start player, the Being is a sponsor who's giving Sansa the chance and resources to be greater than she was. It's not about 'puerile amusement-seeking', but how do you tell a young woman who's gone through what Sansa's gone through that the fate of the entire human race is in her hands, that if she fails it won't just be her family that falls.

If Sansa thinks the Being just wants amusement, then Sansa will act as she pleases and hope it's good enough, which puts her closer in line with saving the world than if she's actually trying to save the world, because that is a much bigger task than 'stop the issues that got my family killed'.

The Being is only victorious if Sansa is, it's their shared victory.

Now up until this point Richard has been an arrogant tool, but it might almost seem like he's being reasonable. This is where he loses the plot and just starts back on his favourite fall back: threatening people with violence.

“Now generally, when an author writes a protagonist who is a pawn, a tool, a peon and a minion of a higher power, when they write a protagonist who is WEAK, it's because they themselves are weak. Generally doesn't mean universally however, so I had to know. And now I do. You are weak Jasper.”

“You want to convince me of something Jasper. You want to convince me that I'm wrong, that my opinion is wrong, that my position is wrong, you want me to change my mind, you want me to know my plans and judgment are wrong. Because they're in conflict with yours. But how do you achieve this? By threatening me with your borrowed power. Exactly like your Sansa Stark.”

Did he have to google the list of synonyms there?

I don't know what it is about being referred to by name, but it bugs me that he chose to use only a portion of my pen-name like we were somehow familiar, rather than not using my name or referring to me as OP or something along those lines.

Also I really have to disagree that only weak people write about people being weak, but I don't think his opinions of weak and strong match with mine either.

He is wrong, but more importantly: he threatened someone with violence for daring to correct him.

I wasn't threatening him, I was warning him to stop being an asshole or I would disable anonymous commenting.

“You do this because you're weak. And what do we call weak people who complain about strong people's actions when they are the bitches of higher powers? We call them exactly what you "don't want to be", we call them bitches. You are a bitch to higher powers and you bitch about higher powers like me. You bitch about people who can use their intellects. And for a good reason too.”

“You fear my attitude because I am the bitch slapper. I slap little bitches like you all fucking day long every single day. It doesn't matter to me who it is, whether it's my own friends who are bitching, I slap them for it. And you will never ever convince me that you're right. Because you're weak. And because I don't respect bitches.”

Look, I've seen enough therapists of different varieties to pull off some impressive psych 101 bullshit so I can tell you right now: Richard is a man who has never held any real authority in his life, he has mediocre skills at best and often feels talked down to because he feels more entitled than he is and no one treats him like a god for breathing. He refuses to back down when wrong even in the face of evidence and then he pouts because the world didn't shift to match his delusions.

The worst part is I know this, and I know I shouldn't let this bother me. But it does. But it shouldn't and I can tell him to his 'face' via review reply why he's wrong, or he'll know it bothers me, then he'll feel validated, even though he's wrong. And he'll probably threaten someone with more violence and then I really will have to disable anon comments and effectively punish some readers who did nothing wrong.

“So what are you going to do to me that I care about? Stop me from reading your fic? You don't have that power. Stop writing it so that I can no longer learn how your mind works, my ulterior motive? That would be cutting your nose to spite your face. You would suffer far out of proportion to me. I would just move on to some other author. Report me? Go ahead, I don't care. Really, we're done here, so have a nice life.”

Yes I do, literally the first of the privacy filters would stop you from reading, but that would hurt my other readers who don't have an account.

'Ulterior motive'? Buddy, you apparently don't understand how any mind works.

Again: if you don't care why bring it up?

Are you really leaving though? Do you promise?!

“The only thing you could ever do to me is surprise me by ceasing to be a weak little bitch. Or even resolving to not be one. This would invalidate all of my predictions by rising to my implied challenge. That's what I like, win-win. (lol) I'm not holding my breath though.”

I don't have anything to prove to this douche tool and it bothers me that this is bothering me so much!!!! The worst part is, this review came at a time when my attention for the fic was flagging, so I'll never know if it was really this review or not that made me stop writing for the past few months?

Those of you with an AO3 account who drop by my profile to see if I wrote anything interesting may have noticed my recent 'for archive users only' locked fic. I can confirm that yes: to mental detox this review I went and watched a Chinese Xianxia drama that has become my new hyper-focus. Almost 100 plot bunnies are being posted into the locked fic in an effort to purge it rom my brain so I can get back to what I was doing. It seems to be working. I wrote about 1000 words for Episode: Sisterhood this week, so the chapter is almost done. At last!

#just blog stuff #i’m just bitching now #absolute aggro #swearing #op would like to die #not winx or alt con related #i'm just really angry about it even though I know I should know better #eleven pages of op being an angry incoherent mess

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kabutoraiger · 6 years

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usually i type up “final thoughts” posts like, immediately after i finish a show. usually i’ve already made up my mind about how i feel, i guess. but kr build is... a tough one to wrap my head around.

i went into build needing it to be really good. for me personally, rider hasn’t been truly great since fourze. i’ve definitely liked certain seasons in between. but i haven’t loved them. and so this was me kinda placing all my hopes on this 1 show to tell me that rider still had the potential to be incredible.

and... it was, in some ways. mainly in terms of character - it’s been a while since i’ve loved a main rider OR a secondary as much as i love our best match boys. their relationship is something i hadn’t realized how much we’d been missing in this franchise. we hadn’t had that powerful main/secondary romance fated connection since... decade, i guess, and nothing quite like ryuga & sento since kagami & tendou. even then, there’s only so far i can take that comparison. bc ryusen really is pretty incomparable to the rest of heisei rider relationships. build has a lot of showa leanings but it’s the main duo that reminds me the most of the olden days.

i mean tell me this isn’t some build lads dialogue right here:

and the rest of the cast has so many other standouts - sawa, who despite being severely underutilized is still wildly interesting and unlike any lady in rider in the past few years. gentoku and his several weird phases each of them iconic in their own way. evolt, who entertained me more than any central villain in rider ever has. (thank you papa dan the capitalist man for paving the road for more genuinely fun big bads. your contribution was invaluable)

soichi. though why i love him so much i’ll get into in a moment.

the way the relationships & connections are woven together in build is astonishing to me. the way misora’s childhood interests informed the fullbottles (ok, sure, a lot of That was half-assed as far as explanations go, but on the base level there are some affecting ideas in there). the way the best match ft. her favorite animal then named sento. the way sento & ryuga were seemingly destined to meet from early on. the way sento was built by evolt, and the way that was all slowly erased as he was rebuilt by people who loved him. the way evolt’s manipulation of his “proteges” so to speak mirrors nanba and his “children.” all these themes of being put on a preset path by some dark or terrible power or person, and having to fight to free yourself from it.

there are so many beautifully complex things going on in build. the ties into real world politics. the way the pandora box doesn’t turn people berserker violent but instead makes them lose their human empathy, makes them scheming and cruel. gives them imperialist notions of the ultimate satisfaction being war and conquest. the blatant “here, see for yourself, kids” about why wars happen - not for the greater good but because people in power want them to - and how innocent people will always get caught in the crossfire and be turned into little more than weapons to be disposed of at someone’s whim.

there is so much happening in build.

there is too much happening in build.

in the end, it throws so much at the screen that it was never all going to stick. you could make entire shows out of minor parts of kr build. the nanba children, ryuga’s origins, vernage and the dead civilization of fcking mars!! these could all be entire premises on their own. in build, these things are almost an afterthought. it’s dizzying, at best. frustrating, at worst. even moreso when you consider that clearly mr muto needed to burn time somehow before the endgame, which is the only explanation i can come up with for the collecting lost bottles nonsense and all that ungodly boring shit with sento’s dad.

how do you look at this show you’ve made, which has about 50 incredibly interesting ideas too many, and decide to ignore all of those in favor of dad drama, toku’s favorite dull as dirt oft-recycled plot concept? it’s mind boggling to me. and to think that time could’ve been spent deepening characters & relationships, too. letting sawa talk to utsumi. doing Anything with utsumi to establish some kind of consistent personality, to make us actually care when he’s revealed to have technically died in the human sense and had his free will stripped from him many episodes prior. letting misora & kazumi have a normal goddamn conversation for once. treating misora as a person with wants of her own and not just a cute little prop to stand around and cry over others.

letting soichi wake the fuck up!!

the intriguing tragedy of soichi is something that i kept hoping and wishing that build might address. being trapped inside your own body for a decade, watching someone pose as you, and with such a spot-on impression that no one notices at all. the helplessness, knowing that this entity is plotting something terrible for everyone on earth and just. not being able to do a thing about it. but the emotions most of all - what did he feel for sento & ryuga & sawa while he was trapped? was it real, if he had no say in it, if he could hear them but they couldn’t hear him? and what did he really feel towards evolt, his only actual 2-sided conversation partner for 10 whole years? how well did he know him? what wild knowledge of evolt’s weaknesses could he have imparted if he’d just WOKEN UP!!

and now, with the ending, it’s like it never happened at all. i suppose the idea going around is that someday they might remember. but that’s just... so nebulous. it’s not a merge of worlds if one is just gone. i’d hoped so much that certain outcomes might have carried over, just with different causes. gentoku’s father still being dead, for example. in the new world he wouldn’t have been killed by evolt but instead in, say, a political assassination.

it just all feels too simple. all that pain and strife just wiped away. maybe it’s hypocritical to complain about this as a ryuki fan, but. in ryuki, resets were established as a thing that could happen. and via the setup of the rider battle, what other option was there to end the series satisfactorily?

here in build, we were told that the worlds would combine, and that evolt would never have existed. but evolt was not the singular source of villainy in all the universe. this show which took so many thought-provoking risks early on is now apparently telling me that in a world without evolt, humanity is totally at peace. nanba was never affected by the pandora box’s light. he was just goddamn evil, because sometimes people are. i loved that about his portrayal. in a world with no war to profit off of, this man should by all accounts probably be trying to start one himself.

but that’s not the world we see in the final ep of build. instead, everyone is simply normal and happy, the terrible things that shaped them in another reality seemingly having never occurred at all, even the things (re: nanba children) that by all accounts still should have.

it’s a disappointment. it feels like the easy way out.

but at the same time holy shit that ryuga & sento romance ending and the idea of the others even just potentially getting their memories back is like my IDEAL tropey shit i am so into that stuff oh my god dude!!! i cried so fucking hard just thinking about it!!

... so. yeah. conflicted might be the word for all of this.

i wish build had been better. i’m not sure what exactly happened, in that 2nd half. rewrites, i guess? the command that it now had to be compliant with the setting of the next rider, and so whoops time to do a little reality smushing & for some reason throw out all the other plot points? demands to toss in even more fucking merch like it didn’t have enough collectibles and upgrades already, good lord, even kids can’t possibly keep up with toy schedules like this, can they, like by the time you convince your parents to buy you [x] it’s already goddamn obsolete in the show --

but it’s hard to deny that build affected me in a big way. i got tired of it, near the end. but i’m glad i watched it all the way through. and i’ll never forget the absolute euphoria i felt watching, like, ep 12 to ep 30 or so. that stretch was a highlight of this entire franchise for me. it was like i was watching something made specifically for me. it was beautiful.

beautiful just like the suits in this show. damn.

if only sawa had gotten one.

#kr build #build spoilers #build negativity #i mean there's positivity too i promise #i wrote uh. a lot

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redzeverin · 7 years

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Some Tarot stuff x Servamp thoughts

So I was thinking of the Tarot cards recently (I blame you @spritesoulmist) and I couldn’t help but remember some Servamp related stuff (courtesy of Neverland boi’s recent birthday cuz it was eveRYWHERE- //cough). More specifically on the C3 arc.

If we look back at the chapters we can see some Major Arcana cards as their titles: namely

ch.41: The Magician ch.47: The Tower ch.50: The Hanged Man ch.52: The Chariot ch.59: Strength

Now we know how much symbolism and thought Tanaka-sensei puts in the whole plot now yeah? Things, words, events, and characters can be premonitions for something to come soon…

//cough… Anyways, here’s the stuff we came up with. Take note I’m not an expert on Tarot readings and meanings, so these are things I checked up on my book. Also these are just tiny speculations and meanings I thought of so don’t take ‘em seriously =v=)

Also, hear this out. Tarot card readings, depending on which kind of reading you are doing, would have two meanings to it—The upright meaning of the cards and… of course… the reversed meaning. I’m gonna put both interpretations in relation with the events happening in the manga, but the reversed interpretations may not be accurate, sooooo… yeahhhhp

The Magician

UPRIGHT:

This chapter doesn’t particularly zoom in on one character (as compared to The Hanged Man as Tsurugi and The Chariot as Junichirou; sadly it doesn’t have much for Yumikage for it) and focuses on the three magicians, or C3, as a whole. The Magician Tarot card talks about, of course, magic– illusions. It serves as the bridge between the spirits and the humans, and as C3 in Servamp’s case: the vampires and the humans. It also represents, in summary: solutions, aspiration, and capabilities– probably as a reference to C3′s organization as a whole.

REVERSED:

Magic used wrongly. Abilities used to gain a negative end for personal satisfaction or plots. This may be an indication of the plan Touma has “ever since Tsubaki escaped”. It can also mean being out of touch with reality (and being more in the world of magic?), which could also an indication of Tsurugi’s condition that made him “not hear the alarm”.

The Tower

UPRIGHT:

Tbh, this is the reason why I’m making this post. The Tower Tarot card signifies ambitions that leads to a disastrous ending or a sudden destructive change. wqjiodnasdpansddq– If we think of Servamp… well… nwjqlebnsaodasd okay, with those two meanings in mind, let’s look at the events in the chapters. The sudden destructive change we can point out here is the fact that the rising levels of Jin in their area is making vampires more indestructible and would most likely cause that “world of nothing but night”. Aside from that, there’s also Tsurugi’s case, which was finally revealed because of the Servamps residing in the headquarters and causing the stir in his memories. Theeeen the whole subclass breakout thing too. Fast forward to ch.54 “Climbing the Tower” and we get to see Tsurugi and Mahiru climbing the tower. I sure do fcking hope it doesn’t go as how these meanings are, because there, we see Mahiru wanting to save Tsurugi and The Tower tarot card talks about the fall of an ambition that was too high or more than one can chew…. //cough. Only chapters will tell us now…

REVERSED:

Destruction can bring about regeneration. This is all about delayed destruction, whether by fear of change, or by other physical factors. In this chapter, Touma talks about some stabilizing medication because he deemed Tsurugi unwell. What this medication is, we’re not yet sure, but it is something that “delays” Tsurugi’s total uh… breakdown?... so Touma can still use him.

The Hanged Man

UPRIGHT:

The Hanged Man’s depiction is not one who was sent to be hung because of his wrongdoings- in fact, he is hanging there on his own will. There are two cases for this—surrender and sacrifice. As a personal sacrifice. (//cue 10 headcanons exploding in my mind rn), it can either be a person doing the personal sacrifice, even if it is unrewarded, or an event that requires the personal sacrifice. In the case for this chapter, first off we have Mahiru asking Tsurugi if the reason they (the humans) were able to live peacefully all this time was because C3 has been fighting for them the whole time (and note, without most humans’ knowledge). Tsurugi then mentions something about “dying for world peace” then afterwards saying “just joking”. Then he presents how he is viewed by the two opposing sides of the vampires and humans- seen as an enemy to be killed and a hero who kills to protects, respectively. He knows what he is to them, and because of that, resigns-- surrenders – himself to that fate. And for humans, that can be seen as a personal sacrifice for the better good. Buuuuut then again, this card also symbolizes surrender in the “letting go” manner in order to achieve a better end result. Also there’s this example here of suspended action— decisions that weren’t immediately made even when the situation is already dire (//cue the “alarm”; //cue Jun’s wife--- //KICKED).

It was also in this chapter that we see a panel where “The Fool” was put below Mahiru, and where Tsurugi mentioned “You can still go anywhere afterall,”. This is referencing to The Fool’s tarot card of not being in sequence with the Major Arcana cards. The Fool is a free spirit- not bound by the numbers- and has unlimited potential. The Major Arcana is often seen as The Fool’s journey through life—making him the protagonist. A.k.a. Mahiru still has a lot more to do from ch.64 onwards fckYEAH---

REVERSED:

A standstill in time and decision. In regards to Tsurugi’s character (which I have very little grasp of at the moment so dear Tsurugi peeps forgive me), it is the inability to move forward from his current situation. This is the part of him that “wasn’t able to grow up”.

The Chariot

UPRIGHT:

The Chariot Tarot card here focused more on Junichirou as a character—Meaning that this card stands for control— being the most rational one in the group AND also the attitude to take the matters into your own hands, which can be seen through his personality and actions in trying to save Tsurugi (despite Yumikage’s protests). It stands for determination and will power- despite him not being a better combatant compared to Tsurugi during their fight, he still did what he can. Discipline could also be seen in the way he uses Mjolnir…. Although… this card also signifies victory. Will Jun still have a part to play after all that happened? ;;

REVERSED:

Losing control of personal life. Junichirou’s loss for his wife and seeing his best friend apologize gravely for what happened… really took a toll on him that made him on leave for a year. This was his time of thinking things over, taking the reins on how he wants things to be from then on- and that means fighting for the ones he has now.

Strength

UPRIGHT:

I’m not sure if this is considered to be part of the Tarot cards speculation, but Strength is indeed one of the Major Arcanas. As opposed to the usual idea of brute force, the Strength card, and the symbolism portrayed here is inner strength—composure, resolve, courage, character, and reliability. Kuro’s said it well enough for us to understand the fact that he’s acknowledged Mahiru’s growth! It is also a sign of taking on things without the use of unnecessary violence- through intellect it may. Which, in this chapter’s case, is also leaning a bit to Mikuni’s ways of doing things. The elaborate plan he’s coming up is not him getting into the fray, but getting all the pieces together until he makes the final move (or so).

Oh, oh, fun fact about this too. The card of Strength is portrayed by a woman calmly holding on to the jaws of a lion. She didn’t keep them close by force- she earned the lion’s trust for her to be able to touch him, and in turn, the lion is soothed by her presence and doesn’t attack. Very befitting for the bond of the Sloth pair ne~? x3

REVERSED:

Doubt. Seriously, the reverse of the courage shown here is doubt. I don’t know what else to say besides Doubt Doubt //kicked.

//cough. So there you have it: Things that may or may not symbolize something in the future. What I’m waiting for is one or two more Tarot card reference. Tarot cards have different spreads that can connect each card with each other, leading to a conclusion. We already have five references as of now… six would make it into LT’s 6 card spread, and seven would make the Horseshoe tarot spread. Although there are other spreads, these two are kinda more popular. But anyways, I’m betting on two more of these. one for Yumikage, and one for the resolution.

Yumikage may have The Moon tarot (from his name Tsukimitsu, “Moon shine”?). This card is something akin to uncertainty, fear and vagueness. He wants to protect things his own way but “nobody ever listens to what he says” (ch.49). He longs for a proper action, even with uncertainty, to the point of frustration. But even then, the moon still guides him in the world of nighttime they have immersed themselves into. This can signify clarity and awakening too. Yumikage ganbatte!!!!

And for the resolution, the Judgement card I guess. It’s the final outcome, welcomed or not. //prays for happy ending for everyone ;;

Ohghods that was way too long. If you made it this far with my ramblings, I congratulate you! xD. I’m gonna stick to waiting for more ideas here and there so hehehe... Only the chapters will tell~

#servamp #this was long #huh #xD #c3 #uhhh what to tag #I guess in general it would be #servamp thoughts #headcanons #-ish?#maybe #reimei rants #a long rant #lmao

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theweirdymcweirderson · 7 years

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Help me practice pt. 20

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3545

Warnings: Apologies, cuteness overload, teasing, overprotective!Bobby, some tearing up, kissing, camping trip

Summary: College!AU The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

Find the previous parts here:

Theweirdymcweiderson’s Masterlist

Notes: I know you’re thinking: “FINALLY!” Cause, well, it’s what I’m thinking *giggle*

Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the new chapter! *kisses*

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“I’m not cheating on you, (Y/n)…” His voice was a soft whisper which you were sure you wouldn’t have heard if the light, spring breeze hadn’t been blowing your way, “I know you’re not, Dean” His mind seemed to register your voice, but not the words you were speaking, “I swear to God, baby, I’m not. I-wait, what?”

You walked to the wooden swing seat on your porch and sat down, looking up at Dean, who seemed too uncomfortable with the situation to sit next to you, “I trust you, Dean, I know you’d never cheat on me…plus, we’re always together and when we’re not, we’re texting or speaking on the phone, so, yeah.”

He locked eyes on yours for the first time when you’d finished your little speech; a small smile stetching on his lips and hinting at his dimples as he seemed to relax a little bit, “I’m so sorry I lied, (Y/n), it’s just that…” You waited expectantly for his explanation, mentally urging him to keep talking and after a deep breath, he did.

“You know I’m not good at relationships, everytime I tried to embark in one, it always ended up with the girl accusing me of cheating, so I panicked and lied about the text. Then when you told me you knew, I was afraid you’d think she was my side chick or something and I ended up attacking you before you could explain”

Sometime during his rushed explanation, Dean ended up kneeling in front of you, his hands holding yours in your lap almost as if he was afraid you’d get up and leave, “You know, I never really cared when the others accused me of cheating, I always thought if they didn’t trust me then there was nothing I could do, but with you…"

He stopped his ranting, locking his clear, green eyes on yours and taking his time staring in the depths of them, momentarily losing his trail of thoughts until he blinked and shook himself out of his haze, “I can’t lose you, (Y/n)! I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry for lying and hurting you and saying the things I said, I didn’t mean them, (Y/n), none of them"

You nodded, closing your eyes when you felt them begin to tear up and bringing your forehead on Dean’s, smiling when his breath hitched in his throat at your proximity, “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I was-it just hurt when you said what you did; a lot. I know you had a reason for lying, and I thought it was because you didn’t trust me or something…"

A small smile spread on your lips as you remembered the amount of time you spent wondering what you’d done wrong, while Dean tightened his grip on your hands, biting on his lower lip and shaking his head, “God, sweetheart, you have no idea how sorry I am. I love you so, so much, forgive me, please!"

The confidence that usually laced Dean’s voice was gone, replaced by desperation as his words took on a boyish, defeated tone that you’d only heard once when you were still in middle school. Sammy had gotten sick and Dean didn’t know what to do; he’d tried to be strong for his little brother like always, only to break down with you later on in the evening.

You opened your eyes, finding his red-rimmed emeralds already staring at you, glistening with unshed tears, "You won’t get rid of me so easily, buddy! I love you, too, Dean” A relieved, shuddering breath escaped his parted lips and washed over yours; none of you daring to break eye contact as his hands slowly travelled up your arms.

He cupped your cheeks, his touch so light you were afraid you were just dreaming again until his lips brushed yours. A gentle, soft brush of his plump, voluptuous lips on yours, almost as if he was scared you’d pull away. Your hands moved from where they were resting on your lap and snaked underneath his signature leather jacket.

You fisted his blue, flannel shirt and spread your legs, pulling Dean between them as you pressed him closer to your body and properly captured his lips in a searing kiss which had him release a hum of approval. His thumb gingerly caressed your cheek, and you were sure he felt the blush you were sporting just from their warmth.

One of his hands tangled in your (h/c) tresses, keeping your face close to his as you both lost yourselves in the other, until someone clearing their throat made you pull apart abruptly. You both turned around to find Bobby standing by the door, sporting his yellow, daisy-patterned apron and a wooden spoon in his right hand.

You sat in mild shock, watching as Dean quickly detached himself from you and scrambled to his feet, “Dean…” Bobby’s voice was serious, but you could see the glimmer of amusement in his brown eyes, “Sir!” Your eyes widened slightly at Dean’s panicked voice and choice of words, before you had to stifle a giggle at his flustered state.

They stared at one another, Dean practically shaking with nerves until Bobby directed his gaze on you, “Well, (Y/n), I came out to ask Alice and Steve if they were staying for dinner, but I guess it’ll have to be for another time, huh?” You nodded your head with a small smile, “Yep, Alice told me they were going to the movies"

You shrugged your shoulders, watching as Bobby brought his eyes back on your poor boyfriend, "So Dean, you staying for dinner?” Dean’s eyes flitted to yours for barely a second and he bit down on his bottom lip nervously before nodding his head, “I’d really like to stay if you’ll have me, sir"

Bobby shook his head, turning on his heels to conceal his smirk, and cleared his throat before letting you know that the food was almost ready and to hurry up. Once you and Dean were left alone again, you let loose a chuckle, which was spurred on by Dean’s mock glare, "Sir? Seriously?!"

Pouting his slightly swollen lips, Dean scowled at you, mainly to hide his own grin, "Shut up, I panicked okay! Do you think he’ll poison my food or something?” You shook your head, making your way to the door with him following close behind you, “Yeah, probably"

A groan left his mouth as he snaked his hand down to intertwine his fingers with yours, "The things I do for you, woman!” With slightly blushing cheeks, you rose on your tiptoes and pressed a peck to his cheek, noticing the smile that spread on his face at the action, before you pulled him with you towards the kitchen since you didn’t want Bobby to get the wrong idea.

You sat all at the table after you and Dean set it up, and Bobby served each one of you some risotto alla parmigiana. From the corner of your eye you could see Dean’s wary expression as he scooped some on his fork, and you heard his heavy, defeated sigh as he brought it to his lips and started eating, “Woah, this is delicious, Bobby!"

You almost sputtered the water you were sipping on at Dean exclamation, and you turned to Bobby, waiting for his answer, "Trying to sweet talk me there, boy?” Dean’s eyes widened while you pursed your lips to contain your laughter, “What? N-no. No, I just…I was, ehm-” Finally, Bobby decided to take mercy on him, and started chuckling, relieving Dean of his worries.

“Oh, c'mon, Bobby! You serious? Not cool, man, not cool at all” Bobby flashed you a wink as you started giggling as well, the both of you ignoring Dean’s half-hearted glares, “You should’ve seen your face, Dean, it was hilarious!” His phone ringing, cut him from answering you and he resorted to only spare you an offended glance.

“Mom? Ehm, yeah, I’m still at Bobby’s. Mom, c'mon, can’t we talk about this when I’m back?! Fine. Yes, yes she forgave me. Okay, sure…Love you too, mom, bye.” Both you and Bobby were staring a Dean with amusement clearly written all over your faces, making him squirm in his seat as he slid his phone back in his pocket.

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but your way as he mumbled, “Uhm, mom says hi, and she said you should come over for dinner one of these days” You both nodded, Bobby wasting no time in making Dean feel a little more uncomfortable, while you licked your lips and pulled the lower one between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing.

After you’d managed to calm yourselves down, Dean realized how hungry he actually was since he’d only eaten his pie and dug into his food as you made small talk; Bobby telling you about his two days away with John. When you’d finished eating, you convinced Bobby to go rest assuring him that you’d take care of the dishes.

He ended up going to the living room to watch some sports, while you and Dean tackled the kitchen and cleaned it up. All the way Dean kept showering you with compliments, apologies and from time to time, after he’d made sure that your uncle was nowhere in sight, he’d pull you into his arms and kiss you, claiming to be making up for lost time. When the kitchen was spotless, you went to your room to watch a movie and catch up.

“You know, Dean, last week when you asked me to leave with you for a couple of days, just the two of us; I sure as hell didn’t think you’d take me camping in the middle of the woods!” You huffed as you swatted yet another annoying fly from the tip of your nose, “I promise you you’ll enjoy yourself, baby girl, trust me"

He accompanied his words with his trademark smirk and a flirty wink, which in this case did nothing to lighten your mood, "Sure. Nothing screams romantic weekend as much as an army of bugs trailing up your body while you sweat like a pig.” In reality, Dean had had the decency to bring some insect repellent, which you’d thoroughly sprayed all over your body, twice; but that was beyond your point.

You’d been walking for the past hour and a half, and your legs were starting to feel like jello as you tried to avoid broken tree branches and puddles of muddy water, which still hadn’t had the time to dry, no matter how hot the last week had been. Dean, however, seemed overly excited about your impending weekend, and you couldn’t help but smile a little at the boyish grin on his face.

A few minutes later and a load of more complaining from your side, you decided to stop to rest a little bit, Dean allowing you to sit on his lap as you sat by the river that ran across your small town, and you listened as he told you about the time John had brought him and Sam camping, giggling at the shenanigans they’d pulled on their poor father.

“Wanna skinny dip?” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you, half hoping that you’d agree, “Sure, in your dreams, Winchester!” He nuzzled your neck, apparently not caring about the fact that you were both sticky and gross from the workout you’d just had under the unforgiving sun, “Oh, we’ve done that in my dreams, plenty of times. How about you make them come true?"

You kept denying and he kept asking for a little longer, before you got up and Dean hauled your bags over his shoulder and continued walking to where he said he knew the perfect spot for your adventurous weekend. You let your mind wonder for a while as you enjoyed the scenery, practically doubling over when Dean almost tripped and cursed.

Among glares from your boyfriend and giggles from your part, you managed to make it to your destination; your eyes widening in surprise at the cabin in front of you, "No way! When did you finish it?” You turned to Dean, who was sporting a proud grin on his face at the astonishment that laced your voice, “Couple of months ago, was waiting for the right time to bring you here"

You hummed and returned your attention to the cabin Dean had spent almost three years building up with his father. Since they were both busy, John with work and Dean with college, they’d settled for building it a little at a time, spending part of their holidays on the construction which apparently had brought to great results.

He unlocked the heavy, wooden door and let you in first, chuckling when you squeaked in excitement, "No freaking way! This is awesome, Dean! I totally forgot about it, you know, you stopped bringing it up, and I thought you’d grown tired of it, but…wow, you guys did one hell of a job!” You took in your surroundings, noticing the minimal decor Dean had gone with, and made a mental note to buy him something to add.

Dean went to the small kitchen, which was connected to the “living room” and you realized that he’d taken the time to buy some food, something which you hadn’t even stopped to think about until that moment; while you, went to snoop around in the other rooms. The bedroom had a small closet and a king sized bed, with two nightstands on either side, and a door which brought to the bathroom.

You decided to go back to Dean, leaning against the counter as he whistled a tune to himself, “So…you mind if I disappear for a quick shower?” He tilted his head back to look at you, flashing you a grin, “Depends, am I allowed to join?” You giggled and shook your head, gesturing to your current state, “Nope, cause I feel gross at the moment"

You didn’t wait for his answer as you grabbed some clothes and walked back to the bathroom, but you managed to hear when he mumbled ’Pfft, more like gorgeous…’ which made you smile. You quickly scrubbed yourself clean, using the body wash Dean had in the bathroom and threw on your tank top and shorts, not even bothering to dry your body as you pulled your wet hair in a messy bun.

You smiled at the small bathtub on the other side of the bathroom, apparently Dean cherished his showers and baths even in the middle of the woods. Gathering your dirty clothes, you placed them in the small laundry bag you’d brought with you to keep them separated from your clean ones, and joined Dean in the kitchen where he was placing some sandwiches in a picnic basket.

"Hey!” You leant up when he turned to face you, pressing a chaste peck on his smiling lips, “Mmmm, you smell like me…” He grumbled the words against your lips and you giggled, “That I do” He closed his eyes and nuzzled your neck, breathing you in before he pulled back with a grin on his face, “I love it” He pecked you again, and then turned back to his task.

“Are we having a picnic?” He nodded, sending you a suggestive wink, letting you know that he was thinking about your first date as well, “You mind finishing this up? I wanna shower too so we can leave” You hummed and took the basket from his hands, shooing him away and telling him where you’d put the dirty laundry bag, and he left after grabbing a handful of your bottom and giving it a squeeze.

Dean’s shower was even shorter than yours, and once he was done, you grabbed the basket and made your way outside. You sat near the river you’d passed by earlier, eating and making fun of each other, until Dean thought it would be funnier to start chasing you around, and even though you’d never admit it to him, you did have enjoy trying to outrun him.

You headed back when it started to get dark, and the soft breeze turned into a light wind; Dean complying into giving you a piggy ride after you’d complained about how tired you were, which might not have been entirely true, but you could tell from the smirk on his face when you’d battled your eyelashes at him, that he already knew that.

Reaching the cabin, you went to set the basket in the kitchen and store the food you hadn’t eaten in the fridge, while Dean connected his laptop, which he’d brought along, to the small TV in the living room and popped in The Fast and The Furious. You’d agreed to watch the movie, knowing that it was his favourite and you knew it had to do with the amazing cars that it featured.

However, not even ten minutes had passed, that none of you were paying attention to what was happening on the screen. You were straddling one of his thighs; your arms around his neck as you threaded your fingers through his silky locks, while he had one hand on your lower back, pressing your body flush to his, and the other one squeezing your upper thigh.

You detached your lips from his, trailing kisses along his strong jawline and down to his neck, enjoying his laboured breathing and silent gasps, “Dean?” He hummed to inform you to keep talking, and you brought your lips to the shell of his ear before finishing your sentence, “I want you to make love to me!"

Lightly tugging on his earlobe with your teeth, you noticed the shudder that travelled down his spine and then your request seemed to register in his fogged brain, "You want to-uh…now?!” You leant back a little, just enough for your eyes to find each other and bit down on your bottom lip, nodding as you felt your cheeks blossoming red.

He seemed hesitant, but before you could tell him to forget you ever asked, he spoke up, “You sure about it? Cause I want to, baby, trust me, I do but- you know that I love you, right? And I can wait for as long as you need. I don’t want us to rush things, especially not this…"

You thought about it for a while, but you were sure about your decision, and if Dean was on board with it, you were ready to go all the way with him, "I’m sure” A face-splitting grin appeared on his lips, before he kissed you and manouvered you on the couch beside him to stand up.

One of your eyebrows rose in a silent question as he mumbled stuff under his breath, and then turned to you, “Okay, wait here for a second, I’ll be right back!” You barely had time to nod before he disappeared into the bedroom, only to come rushing back and almost slip since he was wearing nothing else but his gray, cotton socks.

Again, you lifted your eyebrow in question, and he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “Uh…I kinda thought you wouldn’t listen and follow me to check what I-nevermind, give me a sec” You could do nothing else but chuckle and flop down on the couch, smiling to yourself as you closed your eyes and covered them with your forearm.

Some minutes later, Dean walked back to you and stood next to the couch, basking in your beauty, given that you wouldn’t scold him; before gently taking your hand in his and removing it from your face, “Hey!” Your smile stretched as your eyes locked on his shining green ones, “Hey, you done?"

He intertwined his fingers with yours and helped you up to your feet, "Yep! You still sure you wanna do it tonight?” You squeezed his hand and nodded; similar smiles spreading on both your faces after your confirmation. You walked with him to the bedroom, and stopped in the doorway to take in what he’d done.

There were candles casting a soft glow around the room; they weren’t fancy or scented, they were the emergency ones he kept just in case the lights went out, still you couldn’t help but smile at his considerate thought. You could hear the faint notes of one of your favorite songs in the background, and he’d even sprayed some air freshener.

You turned to look at him, and his cheeks reddened slightly; his hand raising to scratch at the back of his neck nervously, “I-uh…I tried to make it as romantic as I could. I just-I don’t know, I wanted your first time to be special but I kin-” You shook your head and leant on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his and cutting him off.

“It’s perfect, Dean!” His eyes sparkled with joy at your words, and you felt warmth pooling in your cheeks at the intensity of his gaze. Walking backwards, you tugged him with you, holding eye contact as you made your way over to the bed. You lay down, taking a hold of the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him on top of you.

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4 Legit Reasons New Parents Are F@cking Annoying

I am a father, but I am not so deep into fatherhood that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to hate new parents. I remember having my entire Facebook feed hijacked by indistinguishable, jelly-eyed newborns all wearing the same hospital hat. I remember the 100-percent-sober ponderings between moms and dads over who the baby sneezes like, and their blatant attempts at radicalizing new members during 4:30 p.m. dinners. Every smug, “I didn’t really know what happiness was until I had Boston” or “The things I cared about before seem so inconsequential now that we have Pensacola” is another rip in the seam holding the tenuous relationship together between new parents and their childless friends. I promised myself I’d keep my head up as a new father, that I’d pay close attention and never do any of these things. Then I did all of them anyway.

I’ve lived on both sides of the medical curtain, and I want to least help explain why this phenomenon happens, hopefully salvaging a few friendships. If you don’t have kids, please understand, there are four really good reasons the rest of us are suddenly intolerable.

The Hero Of Our Life Story Suddenly Shifts

Everyone is the hero of their own narrative. This may be the fault of movies but it feels more primitive than that. Most people have a vague idea of a story ending they are working toward (finding mutual love, some semblance of career fulfillment, drunkenly beating open the head of an enemy with a bowling pin, etc.). I am generally a deeply selfish person. When I would treat people poorly, or get fired from jobs in my early 20s, I felt fine about every step because I was just completing the wayward Act Two of a coming-of-age story I’d read a hundred times. What I never anticipated and what I don’t think a lot of new parents anticipate is how quickly and completely those goals shift as soon as a child erupts into the world. Something instinctual flips in the brain of a new parent, causing them to willingly demote themselves to ancillary characters who only want to advance the story of this new protagonist.

Pixabay Public Domain Ok, in this scene, your baby will be trying pie for the first time.

Unfortunately for your friendships, that means a lot of what you probably liked about your friends vanishes, at least for a while. They aren’t up for new adventures or building new memories with you because that’s a weird B-plot now that would probably get cut in editing. In those first two years of a child’s life, parents will mentally fast forward through anything that isn’t directly related to their role as a parent. New moms and dads regularly set aside time for themselves every day to just look at pictures of their kid on their phone. They spend most of their downtime while the beast sleeps, sitting in the silent ruins of what used to be their apartment saying, “I just love him so much” or “She’s so great, right? She’s so great.” Not even fiction is so bold as to build a scene where supporting characters do that about the hero.

Part of that is because parents are habituated to the oxytocin their baby’s presence pumps through their brain, but mostly it’s because they are terrified that if they aren’t always thinking of the baby, they will get distracted and fuck up irrevocably.

New Parents Are Constantly Afraid Of The World (And Themselves)

This is going to get dark so bear with me. While you may look at a baby and think, “Fine, whatever. Another one that’s just like the millions of others,” you likely don’t even realize that you are tacitly acknowledging that this is “another normal healthy one like all the other normal healthy ones you’ve seen.” New parents are not living by the same baseline. They are still privately calculating the probabilities of this tiny thing’s non-existence. While someone in love may obsess over all the situations in which the other person might leave them, parents know that the only way the baby stops being their baby is through death.

Pixabay Public Domain Don’t ask how I know, but this is exactly how mine will happen.

Having a healthy child makes you feel lucky in a sickening way, a way that seems cosmically undeserved, like at any moment the world will take notice and set itself right again. As a result, we think about death a lot. I walk into a new room and I watch my son die a thousand times based on everything that can poke him, fall on him, electrocute him, or lodge itself in his trachea. Then, despite all of it, I have to turn him loose to explore for himself. I wake up in the middle of the night certain he is in our bed and that he’s suffocating under the sheets somewhere near our feet. These situations play with such clarity in my mind that it’s like I’ve felt it in some non-linear time, like I’m already practiced in losing him. If you can remember the feeling you’d get as a child watching a scary movie and being unable to emotionally divorce yourself from the fiction, it’s the same feeling; the barrier is gone again and you are suddenly vulnerable to your own emotional Killer Klowns From Outer Space.

So if new parents seem like they are never fully present when you’re together or like they’re just not as fun, understand they are regularly weighing death, regardless of how irrational it is. The fear passes, but it takes time for irrational fears to give way to rational because they all look the same at the start.

Now, if you’re thinking, “You’re being over dramatic, I’ve had pets that I love like a child. I can still step outside of that love and live a normal life,” then let me just say …

The Love Is All Consuming

Cards on the table, I can’t speak with any authority on the similarity between love for a pet and a child because I’ve never had a cat. I’m always impressed and bewildered by childless friends who tell my wife and me that, in a lot of ways, having a new puppy is harder than having an infant. While they might be right, I want to tell them that the love for a child doesn’t actually feel like love, it feels deeply unhealthy.

Sit down. We’re going to talk about my child’s first steps.

It’s not just that parents love their child more than anything, they love their child more than everything combined. It’s an overpowering, throttling love that has to be tempered just to get through the day. Sure, certain moments help douse the flame, like when a child in your lap spontaneously rears back with their head and pushes your incisors up into your skull. Or when babies throw up in your mouth, or throw up in your eye, or pee in their own mouth while throwing up in their eyes. But during the quiet moments with an infant where you allow yourself to indulge — to bend to the love completely — hugging your baby is like hugging a lost love you would give anything just to see again, and then you got your wish.

There’s just no room for anything else. It’s why strong/healthy relationships can teeter on the verge of collapse in the sudden presence of a newborn; you have to intentionally carve out and set aside love for the other person, or the human larva just absorbs everything.

So if you are a friend to a new parent, the reason they lose their social priorities or context for what’s interesting is because they’ve temporarily lost context for everything. They are so singularly obsessed it’s easier to think of them as addicts. They may go to the movies with you, or dinner, or sit through meetings at work like a normal person, but they are never entirely there because they always know that this is just a detour to that wondrous, beautiful sack of heroine waiting at home.

And like addicts, you can’t just give up on them, because …

We’re Trying Not To Lose You

This may seem completely intuitive but new parents don’t want to be this way. They aren’t dragging their baby to your birthday at a bar as an excuse to bail early, they aren’t spinning every conversation toward parenthood because they are narcissists, and they’re not posting 100 photos of the same goddamn trip to the aquarium to be malicious. They do it as a desperate bid to keep you in the loop of their life.

There’s a very good reason it’s so hard to talk to someone you haven’t seen in years and then run into again in a grocery store: you can’t possibly fill them in on everything and it’s all those unshared moments that separate you. We’re scrambling to make sure that never happens. We’re holding the door for you to what’s most important in our lives right now and hoping you’ll follow us in. In the same way someone who starts running regularly, or juice fasting, or reading The Secret won’t shut the fuck up about it, parents are so excited about this new thing and they hope that they can say or do the right thing to make you excited about it too. Granted, those attempts are frequently oblivious and clumsy but we just can’t help ourselves. You need to love our baby, you need to see what this feels like.

When we invite you to our children’s first birthdays or ask if we can bring our babies to your bachelorette party (I do some dancing on the side), we already know these asks are huge inconveniences. We know our presence will make any social situation objectively less fun. The kid aside, we are still secondary characters obsessed with death and dealing with a drug problem.

But we also know this isn’t forever.

We’re trying to do just enough to maintain our relationships through the hard part until our children become more autonomous and their continuing existence helps calibrate our fears. We’re all at least peripherally aware that when we abandon everything in our lives other than parenting, it actually makes us worse parents in the long run. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, come to my kid’s birthday. Spend some time around him, smell his head. Smell it. He’s great, right? Man, wouldn’t it be crazy if you just decided to have one? Have one.

Soren is a senior writer and editor for Cracked. You can follow him on Twitter here. Also, you don’t really have to go to his kid’s birthday, just say you have a thing.