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the-24-7-lawlu-library · 2 months

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Poll Vote A/B/O

Hi lovely readers,

Here the 4th voted Poll of February. Enjoy your weekend <3

Until we drown Series by Chenziee (M,M,T)

An omegaverse story set in the One Piece canon exploring the relationship between one omega Trafalgar "I'd rather jump in the sea and drown than have sex" Law and alpha Monkey D. "Sex is an interesting concept and all but have you heard about literally anything else" Luffy. AKA, the asexual omegaverse LuLaw that you didn't know you needed :)

Torao by ElAlmaDelMar (M)

"Luffy!" It came out in a roar, and the source of that mark woke up in a snorting instant, rolling off the bunk and tumbling to the cabin floor with a loud oof! "Torao, wh-" Law stormed back over to him and pointed at the mark. "You fucking bit me." A/B/O/tober Day 11: Accidental mate marking

lychee by Lolistar92 (E)

“What he means, Luffy-san, is that omegas produce a sweet nectar when aroused. It’s highly addicting to alphas.” Luffy turns to Law with a look on his face that catches Law off guard. “Is that true?” And Law, heart pounding, opens his mouth and damns himself with the words, “Yeah, that’s true.”

My precious little Omega by Sakuya_Serenity_Kira (E)

Law is an Omega, but always hides away. Till he falls for Luffy and after Punk Hazard one evening he takes a heart... But Luffy already knows. Because the strawhat knows even more than you thought...

Luffy's Treat by Fawnsheart (E)

Luffy is the type of omega who enjoys life’s simple pleasures. Like going to the store, or making good food for himself on a shitty day, or meeting a hot alpha by accident.

“I’d Still Love You, Even if You were a Chicken” by quackquackcey (E)

Law pines for Luffy, but knows it’s hopeless—they’re both alphas, after all.~ Or are they?

Mission failed successfully by Gleda_33 (E)

Today's mission: try not to get bored to death during that business meeting. Spoiler, things don't always go according to plan, or do they? -Law has to take part in a business meeting but gets distracted, the cause? An omega in heat

Honey Chocolate by Methoxyethane (E)

If you had asked Trafalgar Law how he thought he would meet the love of his life at literally any point before today, he would have answered, “probably in the doctor’s office.” Instead he finds his mate when Law watched him get hit by a car.

cough it out, loverboy by frogsterz (G)

It's true, if you'd believe it. Somehow, their captain has come back from Punk Hazard, what is supposed to be an abandoned island, with a mating bite on his neck. Somewhere, somehow, a poor, hapless alpha out there has actually chosen their big, lanky, creepy grump of an omega as their mate! (Law has a mystery alpha. The Heart Pirates make it their mission to find out who.)

Seabreeze and Brine by GrislyJellyfish (E)

Just when he was starting to gain control again and re-focus on his surroundings, a door opened, his eyes snapping wide open and head turning so fast it made his vision spin. "Torao?" The universe really had it out for him, didn't it?

-Mod Raiya

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akemilyre · 6 months

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This my first ever fanfiction . Please if you don't want spoilers don't read until after the Zou arc. Kara is my One Piece Oc. I can touch up on her later.

A lot has happened since Dressrosa . A late night on the tang leaves Kara and Law a moment alone. Neither knowing what to say after certain events that have happened .They let the moment take way . Leaving Law to make a certain request as Captain.

It was another late night on the Tang. Which had been submerged for about 2 days now. Daily chores were done and Kara had just finished her work for the day. Putting the paperwork away that was scattered on her desk she looked over at the patient beds. Which were currently occupied in the med bay by the Straw hats that were traveling with the heart pirate crew to Wano. There were seven extra people on the ship now, to make things easier for sleeping arrangements the med level of the ship was turned into a makeshift sleeping quarters . The two Samurai in the private med rooms and the Straw had men In what was the post op room / exam room. Robin, much to Ikaku's delight, got to share a room with her. She had never said it out loud, but Kara knew that she missed her when she switched rooms to share with the captain. Stating that he was tired of her having to go back to her room in the morning and might as well just stay.

Speaking of which, it was almost midnight. She really should go and check on him, to make sure he isn't overworking himself. They had only left Zou a day ago and Law wanted to do a check up on the entire crew along with they're venturing companions. Especially after finding out they had a run in with Jack and poisonous gas made by Caesar. She didn't blame him, they both witnessed what “Land of the dead '' did back on Punk Hazard. Never doubting the skill of the Straw Hats adorable doctor. Treatment was still needed for the crew, wounds were still healing after battle not only from Zou, but from Dressrosa, and her own after helping Nami and the others evade Big Moms ship. Of course he would want to make sure his crew was okay after all of that . But that meant copious amounts of paperwork for her and their captain. As she left the post op she noticed that the door to the Op room was open.

With an exhale she walked over thinking Zoro got lost again on his way to the bathroom. Going in fully ready to reprimand and scold him for getting lost in what she considers a simple ship layout she noticed someone sleeping on the operating table. The lights were off so she couldn't fully tell who it was. Walking over she noticed a very recognizable white hat resting on top of the sleeping figure. Kara smiled and turned on the light, and walked over gently lifting the hat off of her sleeping Captains face.

His closed eyes stirred as they met the light, opening one eye to see who had disturbed his sleep. Greeted by the kind smile of his pink headed nurse.

“You know the only ones who sleep on these beds are those in critical condition, and are about to be dissected“ she stated with a soft giggle. “Dissected? That's an interesting way to put what actually goes on in this room” he said as he sat up and stretched. He rubbed the back of his head then reached for his hat which Kara was still holding. “Regardless, you picked a weird place to take a nap. You do know you have a sofa in your office or, better yet, a bed on level four. What are you doing in here anyways?“ She looked around at the sterile room only used for dire situations. He placed his hat back on his head and pointed over to the medical storage that held the more perishable supplies.There was a clipboard on the counter next to it .Come to think of it, they had been gone for about a month and a half now, a lot of the supplies were probably bad by now. They froze the plasma and blood which prolonged its shelf life, but it wasn’t as simple with other supplies. On top of that the crew hadn’t been on the ship for about two weeks now. The realization that she left with Law to help and neither one of them had any intention of coming back alive.

“So how much of it went bad?’ She asked.

“All of the saline which makes sense, it's only good for twenty eight days. We’ll have to get more soon. What about you? How's your work going?”

Kara thought back to the patient reports she was putting together prior, from all of the checkups they had done. Doing some mental math on how much was left to do. “It's coming along, I’m about halfway through. It's taking a bit longer than normal since we have extra people on the ship”. Then a thought occurred to her. “Although there is one person we neglected to give a proper checkup” she stated as she walked over to the cabinet that held extra examination supplies.

He raised his brow in confusion as he went through the mental catalog of crew members to see who he missed. “Really who?”. She turned back to him putting on latex rubber gloves and pointed at him. “You , my dear captain”

He groaned “Really. Come on Kara, I’m fine”. She gave him a look staring straight at his bandaged arm that was severed and mended in Dressrosa, then stared back at him. She wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She just continued to walk over with the blood pressure monitor in hand which she grabbed from the cabinet. They say doctors make the worst patients. Law fits that description to a tee. She continued to stare at him until he eventually relented, pushing said arm out so she could wrap the band around his upper arm. Letting out a heavy sigh “Fine”.

She smiled “ Thank you, now stay still so I can get a proper reading, relax and keep both feet flat on the floor”. She began to pump and meticulously watch the needle on the gauge as it moved, recording the results that followed. He watched her focus state as she went through the steps of the procedure, trying his hardest to be on his best behavior. She had a far better bedside manner than his own but if he gave her any sort of a hard time she’d be sure to make this experience a living hell. Going off of past personal experiences. He always seemed to notice how gentle she was during these procedures. Always trying to make sure that no step in the process was uncomfortable or unnerving for whoever was the patient. She steadily made her way through the exam, checking the back of his throat with a tongue depressor, also checking the ears with the otoscope. She pulled out the pupil gauge and shined into his eyes. He looked past the light straight into hers which burned with focused intensity.

He loved her eyes and how they reflected her kindness. Even now when she was locked in concentration, there was still a shine in her eyes that represented the gentleness and compassion she had shown him countless times. He got so lost in thought staring at them he almost missed what she said. “Hmm?”

“I said your eyes are fine, they dilated to a beautiful 3mm, perfectly healthy” she responded, turning off the gauge and placing it back down onto the tray next to them. “Although I didn’t think anything was wrong with them in the first place.” She was adjusting the stethoscope onto her ears and moved behind him so she could listen to the mitral valve better.

She gave him the signal to take a deep breath, then started to listen intently. Listening in making sure there wasn’t any irregularity to show signs of things like murmurs, damage to the valves or chambers. Just listening to the heart beat, his heart. She got lost in the cadence, it was so full of life and warmth. The sound was hypnotizing like white noise used to lull her to sleep each night. It was a sound that she thoroughly enjoyed.Until she realized that she had been listening for longer than needed. She snapped out of her trance.She quickly recorded her results and moved back around to the front of Law.

“ How do I look?” Law asked, letting out a sight with a smirk.She took off her stethoscope and draped it around her neck. “ Well there seems to be no damage to your heart or lungs , blood pressure is regular , everything seems to be fine which is good considering what all happened in Dressrosa.” She let out a sigh of relief with a soft smile. Robin told her what all happened after “The Sunny” left. A lot happened in the span of one day.

“Although I’m more concerned about your arm , I’m curious If there is any difference in its motor functions. Can we test it?” He raised it to get a better look at it. After the fight he was bandaged up and he had been taking care of it since. Although the means of reattachment wasn’t ideal he hadn’t noticed a difference in how it used to be. He had no reason to question it. In fact there wasn’t really a need for the entire checkup. But he was letting her anyway not for his sake but for hers. He knew he was fine . She needed to confirm for herself that he was okay.. He then remembered the embrace she gave him when they reunited , the tears in her eyes. She must have been so worried and out of her mind. Since then she had rarely let him out of her sight. Almost like if she looked away for more than five seconds he would disappear forever.

He let her continue. He pushed his arms equally against the force of her arms pulling on his forearms. He knew the procedure so he didn't need instruction.

Kara was focused on trying to discern whether there was a difference in pressure in the muscles. As the test continued his hand ended up in hers as she assessed the muscle memory in each of his tattooed fingers. Nothing , nothing at all was wrong. He was as healthy as he always was. She felt foolish. Of course nothing was wrong ,he very rarely got sick and he was a doctor , so he knew how to take care of himself. Kara sat there holding his hand staring at the word “Death” spread across his fingers. The word that she knew he was so willing to embrace in Dressrosa. He almost did , without her. She got sent with Nami’s team when the plan went south. She almost lost him.

Just that thought alone. She knew that when they left. She embraced the thought of possibly dying herself ,but when it came down to it. She was left to live , without him. How could she, the thought of a world without him. Tears started to flow from her eyes and they started to stain their hands.The mere thought left her devastated and heartbroken. His grip tightened at the sight. Using his other arm he pulled her towards him so she was now crying into his chest. Making sure to hold on tightly to her as if to let her know he wasn’t going anywhere.

They stayed like that for a bit. He wasn't the best with emotions , so he didn't know exactly how to handle this except to just let her get it out. She was always there when he needed her. With a smile in hand. He just wanted that smile to live on , when another he knew didn’t. He never stopped to think about how that decision would affect her.

Kara dried the tears from her eyes trying hard to compose herself. “I’m sorry , I don’t know what came over me”.

He just let out a deep breath , “ We both know that's a lie, and it’s fine”

They sat there in silence neither one of them were exact experts when it came to a relationship like this. It comes from how the both of them were brought up. But if Ikkaku were here she would probably push for them to talk about it more , you know, hash out the feelings. But they knew each other too well.

“I was willing to die with you”

“I know”

“You left me to live without you”

“Yeah”

“You can be so cruel” he could hear the smile in her voice. “But I would ,not just for you, but for anyone on the crew. You're all so precious to me, you most of all.” He pulled her in tighter.

“Thinking like that is dangerous” She giggled a little at the irony.

“You're one to talk. But I’m a medic, I’d do anything to keep you alive .”

He knew he couldn’t stop her even if he tried, once she had her mind set on something. But he knew didn’t want anyone doing that for him again. He got lucky when he found someone that valued his life more than he did. Then coming across multiple people who he was able to share a kinship with and trusted him . Then finding her ,a mixture of both and more. He pushed her bangs back and rested his lips on her forehead.

“Fine , but as your captain I have one order for you”

He raised her head by the chin so that she could look directly into his golden orbs .

“ Do anything in your power to keep us alive , but under no circumstance are you allowed to die for anyone, especially me. I can’t lose you too.”

At that moment she understood why , and smiled . Not knowing what to say at such a request.She wasn’t upset anymore.That was it no more thinking about the end. Now all that was left to do was , live. That was the new goal. Stay alive for each other. The thought brought her so much joy that all she could manage to say was …

“Yes , Captain”

#one piece #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece oc #heart pirates #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #straw hat pirates #Trafalgardlaw x oc #fluff #protective law

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secondbeatsongs · 1 year

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for anyone too young to know this: watching The Truman Show is a vastly different experience now, compared to how it was before youtube and social media influencers became normal

before it was like, "what a horrifying thing to do to a human being! to take away their autonomy and privacy, all for the sake of profits! to create fake scenarios for them to react to, just to retain viewership! to ruin their happiness just so some corporate entity could harvest money from their very humanity! how could anyone do something so evil?"

and now it's like, "ah, yeah. this is still deeply fucked up, but it's pretty much what every influencer has been doing to their kids for a decade now. probably bad that we've normalized this experience"

#the truman show #sbs rambles #I keep thinking about how children on popular youtube channels should probably have laws to protect them #social workers assigned to them maybe #I dunno #they did not sign up to have their lives sold for profit #but here we are #tho #I guess none of us signed up for it #and our data is harvested more than ever #god #high-tech capitalism sucks turns out #OH WAIT because tumblr is bad at getting context sometimes #let me specify:#I am not saying that the movie The Truman Show is bad or that it normalizes this #like all good sci-fi (because it is kind of sci-fi) it's there to warn us of what the future could hold #and it did that in a very good way - it's a beautiful movie #I could see someone with a bad faith take assuming I meant that it was part of the problem #it absolutely wasn't. it didn't normalize this; we did #youtube did and social media #it's us that's the problem #or more specifically: big corporations and a lack of regulation #that's the origin of most modern problems

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nelkcats · 10 months

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Paranormal Department

Something strange was happening in the world, something that even the League would not have prevented. It seemed that the United States government had been fighting things they didn't stand a chance with, and this almost ended in disaster if it wasn't for the kindness of what they were dealing with. The details were highly classified and encrypted so Batman didn't know the details and it was frustrating him.

All that trouble resulted in Justice League Dark working steadily with the "Paranormal Department", there wasn't much information on their members and they worked in the shadows (Bruce wasn't amused, he needed contingency plans) but Zatara claimed they were excellent allies, despite their strange use of modern technology.

Bruce didn't know what they were about, or what agreement the president had made, but he didn't trust this "new department". They could betray them at any second. That's why when Constantine informed him that they would take over the "Lazarus pits" he flatly refused. Apparently his refusal didn't matter at the end since the "Department" got jurisdiction over the case.

Team Phantom, which was now headquartered in downtown Amity Park (and had many new members like Paulina and Dash) was having fun pissing off the Bat. While Danny had made an agreement with the government to deal with threats from the Realms, one of the clauses was not to tell the heroes they existed (After years of living with the Fenton's Danny was not amused that anyone knew ways to eliminate him, Clockwork was backup enough). Sam thought it was childish but didn't stop him.

Sam handled all the legal stuff, but it seemed like they had jurisdiction over all the cases that interested them (more than JL, since they were an elite team in that field), and no one could reveal their identities, which relieved Danny greatly.

Their main job was to send the ghosts home and close the rifts, plus deal with demons, or creatures that came out of said rifts. Easy enough for them, but probably extremely risky if you were inexperienced. Honestly, since they dealt with the GIW themselves, Danny didn't trust the heroes, however JLD was fine.

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wandoffire · 4 months

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Career / Money

Spell Jar to help manifest money, abundance and career opportunities.

Orange peel (luck)

Cloves (money)

Cinnamon (healing)

Sage (protection, wisdom)

Basil (luck in career)

Clover (success, cleanse)

Bergamot essential oil (money, success)

Intention

Green wax seal

Substitute or exclude as you need :)

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ladystoneboobs · 13 days

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no, but the way, cersei brushes sansa's hair with her fingers after telling her ilyn payne will kill her if stannis wins his battle, so they can all die together. this intimate, almost maternal gesture following a death threat. and then later a similar gesture is used with her actual child, when intimidating the king himself, her youngest, after threatening to have his whipping boy brought in to be beaten before them. just as she scared sansa, she scares tommen, also thought to be meek as sansa was. cersei only knows how to rule through fear but in these certain cases, she can sometimes mix in acts of tenderness too for a particularly unsettling combination.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #asoiaf #cersei lannister #sansa stark #tommen baratheon #like with sansa she wants her as a daughter-in-law bc she seems unthreatening #but she also somewhat relates to sansa saying she'll survive humiliation as cersei did bc she's stronger than she looks #and w tommen his perceived weakness frustrates her as unlionlike esp as she idealizes joff after his death #but it also makes her even more protective of him to justify all her schemes and plots against her enemies #tommen himself wants no harm to come to his wife and in-laws and sansa no longer wanted any part in cersei's schemes either #(c)lsb #happy murderous meowmeow monday!

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silvermoon424 · 4 months

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The fact that most European companies treat their non-European employees like shit- despite the fact that Western Europeans enjoy the highest level of workers' rights in the world- just because they can get away with it in the United States or whatever is proof why regulations are needed.

European workers are only treated better than their American counterparts because there are laws protecting them, not because European corporations are so much more humanitarian than American companies. Never forget that under capitalism companies will exploit you for all you're worth and all they can legally get away with.

#post inspired by my partner working as a contractor at IKEA and being treated like absolute shit with no benefits or a permeant position #while her European counterparts got amazing benefits and were always talking about their many vacations #also my mom worked at a German-owned company where the employees were treated just as bad as your average American worker #COMPANIES WANT TO EXPLOIT YOU!!! WE NEED LAWS TO PROTECT US!!!#fuck capitalism #capitalism #leftism #workers rights #labor rights

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merakiui · 1 year

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Absolutely love the possessive ex Scaramouche ramble in tags, please feed us more of that.

Gladly!! :D

(cw: yandere, extremely toxic ex scara, modern au, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, coercion, obsession, forced marriage, violent/suicidal threats, manipulation, mentions of intoxication/alcohol, implied self-harm)

The two of you were what everyone calls ‘high school sweethearts.’ You met him in the cafeteria when the both of you were first years. Despite the scowl etched on his face, he looked lonely sitting all by himself while everyone was finding tables, old and new friends gathering in groups. He’d ignored you, even scooting further away when you’d attempt to move closer. Even though he seemed so averse to you, you remained, silently eating your lunch. Neither of you said anything, but you did introduce yourself. He scoffed under his breath.

You started to sit next to him for every lunch, and he continued to give you the silent treatment. You never pressed him for conversation, instead choosing to enjoy silence while you ate and admired him from the sidelines. He never looked at you, always facing forwards and toying with his chopsticks, bending them so far until they were ready to snap. Eventually, he seemed to grow accustomed to this routine because many weeks into the semester he turned to address you.

“Why do you always sit by me? Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“Maybe. But I don’t think anyone’s as mysterious as you are.”

“‘Mysterious…’ Yeah, whatever.”

That seemed to be the catalyst because, as sardonic as he was, he’d begun talking to you. And it wasn’t long until he started to warm up to you every lunch until the both of you were exchanging lighthearted banter. Your friendship would only grow from this point onwards until, at the end of your first year during a study session to prepare for finals, where you were both pulling an all-nighter at your house, he’d asked you out. And you said yes, and the both of you had gone from best friends to lovers within the span of a year. The both of you were each other’s first partner, so it made doing things as a couple even more exciting because neither of you had any experience with dates or holding hands or kissing.

Kuni wasn’t a bad boyfriend. In fact, he was very loyal and sweet. He’d stand up for you if anyone was being rude to you or scrutinizing your relationship with hateful eyes. The two of you were nearly inseparable. When you weren’t spending time together in school, you were out doing things together. And when you couldn’t meet up in person, you’d text or call, sometimes talking late into the evening about all sorts of things. You were so immersed in him that you failed to notice the red flags slowly raising over time. But looking back there were a few notable ones.

He never invited you to his house. In fact, you’d never even met his parents, whereas he’d been to your home so often that your family practically became his own. He hadn’t mentioned anything about his family, and if you tried to suggest going to his house for dinner so that he could introduce you to them he was quick to change the subject. For a while you’d push this, more curious than concerned, but eventually you’d drop it when it became clear that he wasn’t going to divulge anything on the matter. That had stung, but you snuffed those feelings in favor of focusing on other aspects of your relationship.

The second red flag was just how clingy he became when the both of you were in your third year, having been together for two solid years. You never noticed it before because you loved him, but when friends had pointed out how attached he seemed—and it was to rather unhealthy levels, according to their observations—to the point where you were the only person he’d ever formed a bond with while at school you started to see the cracks in what felt like the perfect relationship. He’d text you every single day, at every single hour, all the time. He’d call you nonstop, even more so when you didn’t immediately pick up.

The third red flag coincided with the second. When you couldn’t make it to your phone, he was quick to blame himself and those around him for being responsible for your deteriorating relationship. Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me? Did those guys bother you again? They probably told you some stupid shit about me, right? Don’t listen to them. Hey, you’re not mad, right? Call me back. I need to talk to you. Just text me when you can, okay? (Name), please don’t leave me. I’ll fix whatever’s wrong. Just promise you’ll stay. Messages of these kinds were what you could expect to receive from him. He’d fluctuate between self-loathing to loathing those around him within seconds, shoving blame onto classmates who’d bully him for being that “weird emo kid with too many piercings” and anyone else who tried to, in his words, “come between you and me.”

By the end of your third year, you started to fall out of love. He was so very dedicated to this relationship, evidenced by how much effort and care he’d put into it, but his clingy behavior was stifling. You’d lost some of your own friends because he chased them away, and it felt like you couldn’t do anything without him breathing down your neck. If you wanted to go anywhere with a friend or two, Kuni had to be there to accompany you. If you looked at another for too long, he’d think you were cheating. If you didn’t text or call him at certain times, if you failed to pick up, or—Archons forbid—you left him on seen, he’d spiral.

Kuni had this habit of sounding dangerously self-destructive when he feared you were being unfaithful or he thought you were going to break up with him, which meant you’d have to sit on the phone for hours convincing him that you loved him, that you’d never leave him, that you’d always be here for him, that you were sorry for not responding, that he needs to calm down and please, please, please don’t do anything rash. Those phone calls were always so stressful. You cried a lot; you’d beg him to put the knife away when he’d threaten to use it on himself, on you, on anyone who might try to take you from him. And, after a few hours of this, he’d be back to his usual self, as if a switch had been flipped. You could hear his adoring smile in his voice when he spoke, when he’d lovingly whisper into the phone, “I’m happy you’re mine. I love you so much.” And you’d shakily parrot the affirmation, too frazzled to say or do anything else.

One of your best friends Rosalyne, who you’d befriended in the midst of all of this, had been so supportive the minute you spilled the truth to her. Kuni hated her the most because she wasn’t afraid of him. Because she’d shut him down when he tried to pull you away from her. Because she wouldn’t approve of any of his toxicity. Rosalyne would take you on shopping sprees, brunch dates, and jogs at the local park. She was plenty of good to outshine Kuni’s bad, and the more time you spent with her the clearer your head would become. The both of you had plenty of sleepovers together, and she let you rant your heart out while she listened. She’d tell you to break up with him, but you’d agonized over how terrifying that would be. You couldn’t bear to tell Kuni the truth—that you wanted to separate because things had turned so rotten—because you were so scared. Scared of him and what he might do.

Scared that if he really did take a blade to himself it would be your fault. He told you that a lot. That it would be your fault if he did anything. That his blood would be on your hands. You believed him every time.

By your final year, you’d already had a plan for university outlined and you’d started applying to a few in advance. You never told Kuni about any of them because you worried he might apply to each one in hopes of going to the same school as you. And when there was the dance for the graduating class and Kuni had asked you to it, you’d told him you were going with Rosalyne and a few other friends as a group. He didn’t like this, as expected, but you’d been so sick of him and his behaviors that you snapped and spilled everything to him. You’ll never forget the look on his face when you told him that you were done with the relationship and that you never wanted to see him again.

He looked as if he could lunge at you and tear you to bloody ribbons at any moment.

You graduated single and so very refreshed, and your summer had been filled with friends. Kuni didn’t message you at all, which was surprising considering you were certain he’d spam you relentlessly after the break-up. But he never did. In fact, you never saw him again. Graduation had come and gone, and now that you could recover from such a terrible relationship he was becoming less of a burden for you. For a while you were anxious. You kept expecting to receive a phone call or to see some news about Kuni, but neither ever came. Rosalyne told you to stop thinking about him. It would only make you even more paranoid and that wouldn’t do your mental health any good. You were so grateful to have her in your life, but most importantly you were glad Kuni failed to scare her away.

Now you’re a second year in college and things have only gotten so much better for you. You and Rosalyne still keep in touch despite going to different schools. She’d gone to a university in Snezhnaya, while you enrolled in one in Sumeru, and you’ve blotted Kuni from your mind. You’ve made a fresh group of friends while attending classes: criminal justice major Shikanoin Heizou, creative writing major Kaedehara Kazuha, musical therapy major Venti, botany major Tighnari, and so many more wonderful people who have all welcomed you into their circles.

So when Venti drags a familiar face to your usual weekend outing, which is really just a retreat to the forest for drinking and smoking, creeping cold settles into your bones. He looks awkward with Venti’s arm slung around him as the more bubbly of the two drags him towards the bonfire, where you sit with the others roasting marshmallows for s’mores, and it’s a look that is so uncharacteristic on him. What’s even weirder is how friendly everyone greets him—as if they all know him—and you’re completely lost when they turn to you and ask if you’ve met Kunikuzushi.

“No,” you lie through your teeth, forcing a pleasant smile and extending your hand for a stiff handshake, which Venti snickers at. “No, I’ve never met him before.”

Apparently, he’s in one of Venti’s classes—it’s a course he’s taking solely because he needs the credits. Tighnari knows him because they usually work the same shifts at the campus café. Kazuha knows him from his linguistics and philosophy classes. Heizou’s ate with him in the dining hall plenty of times now and they’re also taking the same psychology class. It feels so genuine and yet so fake at the same time. Too perfectly manufactured to be a mere coincidence. But you do your best to push past these suspicions, and when he sits across from you, smiling at you and saying how nice it is to meet you, the warping flames paint his face in devilish shadows. That’s what you think he is when he acts like a completely different person from how he was when you dated: a devil who’s good at being kind and outgoing, noisy and abrupt, and always so foul-mouthed, but in a way that makes him charming. Your friends are so enthralled. They love him and his sense of humor. They love his quick wit. They love how fun he is. And suddenly weekends spent in the forest aren’t so enjoyable.

You do your best to overcome your doubts. For a few months you’re on edge. How he even found you is a mystery. Surely he wouldn’t stalk you and enroll in the same college just to get revenge or…whatever vengeance he wants from you. But when he treats you to coffee, when he brings you and the others pastries every other morning, when he invites the lot of you to study at the library, when he tells the funniest stories while crossed and everyone’s giggling like schoolgirls it really feels like he’s…healthier. Like he’s turned a fresh page in his life and is starting anew. Like he’s changed for the better.

Perhaps he just doesn’t remember you. You’ve changed your style over the years, so it’s possible he’s simply forgotten your image and can’t place memories to your name. Eventually, after soothing yourself with these theories, you begin to accept his presence in the group. He fits in so flawlessly, as if he’s a missing piece to the puzzle, and you can’t believe you’re admitting this, but you like this version of Kuni. He’s confident, not cocky. He’s kind, not rude. He gives everyone space. In fact, he rarely texts frequently in the group chat. And he’s funny! He’s so funny. You don’t think the Kuni from your past was ever as funny as the Kuni who regales everyone with lighthearted stories of how he once took in a stray cat that turned out to belong to his neighbor or how his old job had the strangest customers.

Maybe he truly did change. Maybe all of these coincidences really are coincidences. Maybe it’s for the best that you leave the past in the past.

Finals season looms, and the group hasn’t had time to meet up outside of class. Venti has tried to persuade everyone to come study at his apartment. His roommate won’t care (yes, he will. Xiao hates it when everyone gets blackout drunk and he has to wake everyone come morning), but if you’ve known Venti long enough you’ll know there is no studying that happens at these study sessions. This is probably the reason why he’s had to repeat a year.

With everyone’s schedules packed with academics, it’s difficult to find a time where everyone can get together to study. You think you might just be better off studying on your own, but Kuni’s message of you wanna pull an all-nighter for these lame af finals together?? accompanied with a photo of snacks and coffee, any thoughts of studying alone instantly vanish.

This is how you find yourself in his dorm, sprawled on his bed while he sits on the floor, whacking your dangling feet when they get too close to him. His roommate Albedo is currently out tutoring a few students at the library and won’t be back until much later, so it’s just you, Kuni, and a pile of textbooks and notes. You’ve hung out with Kuni a few times and he was great company during each. You’ve also fallen asleep in his dorm before, when you’d come over to binge a show the both of you enjoy, and you’d lost track of time and had slipped into a dream halfway through the marathon. You’d woken the next morning with Kuni looming over you, grinning deviously and holding an uncapped marker. He’d leaned down and whispered, “You drool in your sleep,” and you’d swatted at him and groused about how you were sleeping so peacefully when he just had to ruin your sleep (and your face) with his antics. And then there was that time when you were so drunk at that one party and you could hardly stand, he’d been there to help. He even stayed with you for the rest of that night, offering his assistance when you became nauseous or needed water or a snack until you passed out.

Despite your initial apprehensions, you consider him a friend. He’s no one nearly as close as Rosalyne or your other friends. He’s just a mutual friend, someone you’ll spend time with when you feel like it, but you don’t truly need him in your life. That, and part of you still struggles to trust him after all of the stress and unhealthy obsession he subjected you to.

“Kuni,” you whine, lifting your head from the textbook. “Can you get me some water? I’m thirsty.”

“Do I look like your maid?” he snaps, immersed in organizing his notes. “Get it yourself.”

“I’m picturing it now and you’re in a frilly dress and—”

“Forget I asked.” Setting his notebook down with an exaggerated sigh, he crosses the distance to the mini fridge and withdraws a bottle of water.

Grinning, you slide off of his bed and reach for it with a grateful hum. He smirks and takes a step back, holding it away from you.

“Seriously…”

Rolling your eyes, you lunge for it and he side-steps you with the practiced grace of a cat. You brace yourself against the wall and swipe at him. Again, he dodges, unscrewing the cap and shaking the bottle teasingly.

“I think I’ll take a sip for myself. All of this studying has left me so parched.”

“No fair! That’s mine!”

“Is it?” He pulls it away from his lips to observe the bottle and feigns surprise. “That’s weird. I don’t see your name on it.”

“Look closer!” you exclaim, but just as he’s about to humor you you pounce, tackling him to the ground—there’s a beanbag cushion that breaks your fall—and the water spills all over the both of you in the midst of the tumble. A slew of colorful words stick in Kuni’s throat and your laughter rings out melodiously. You seize his wrist and hold it down while reaching for the bottle in his other hand, where there’s still some water left. He struggles halfheartedly, relinquishing the bottle with a disinterested scoff, and you pull away from him to down what’s left.

While crushing the plastic bottle into a ball, you notice something on your palm—the palm that had grabbed Kuni’s wrist—and it takes a minute before the skin tone-colored substance registers in your mind.

Concealer.

You peer at him and notice that he’s cradling his arm, and confusion sprouts.

“So funny,” he spits with a hollow laugh. “You owe me a new beanbag if this one’s ruined.”

“Hey, hold on. What’s with the—”

“Forget it. You got your water, so let’s get back to studying. Or do you no longer want to be a perfect student?”

Without thinking, you grab his arm as he’s standing and when you look at his forearm you can see where the water’s started to wash the concealer away. Curiously, you scrub at it while he tries to yank his arm away, but when you unearth a dozen scars littering his wrist and climbing the length of his arm that creeping cold from before returns.

And suddenly you’re brought back to those phone calls—the ones where he’d threaten suicide and murder—and you stumble back as if you’ve been burned, half-expecting to hear those threats once more. Kuni’s staring at his wrist, his features twisted in grim disapproval, and for a moment you think he looks…hurt. Or maybe that’s sadness you see. Whatever emotion it was, it doesn’t linger because a quiet chuckle slips past his lips, and the sound is so very frigid it has your blood crystallizing.

“It really hurt when you said you never wanted to see me again.” Kuni peers down at you, and his eyes that had once been so bright and filled with light are dull and dark. “But nothing hurts more than loving you.”

You open your mouth to say something—anything—but the words won’t come. You’re rooted to the ground, horror slinking through your body and rendering you immovable. Your heart is in your throat, pounding so loudly it’s practically a drum, and a cold sweat washes over you.

“Each time I found myself hating you, I thought it was odd because I love you so much. I can’t possibly hate the one I’ve loved all this time.” He scowls. “But loving you hurts. Loving you feels like chewing glass and drinking poison. Loving you isn’t fair because while you moved forward with your ‘friends,’ I was forced to stay behind and pick up the pieces of what was left of you. So for every moment I couldn’t stand you, I tallied it on myself so that I’ll never forget the times I loved you so much I hated you.”

This can’t be happening, you’re thinking, curling your hands into trembling fists. He changed. He changed, right? This isn’t the same Kuni from before. This isn’t…

“And when I saw how well you seemed to be doing without me, I hated you even more.” Without warning, he’s grabbed your arm and hoisted you up. You open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes—not that anything could when he’s pulled a switchblade from his pocket and poised the pointed tip at your jugular. “You have poor taste in friends. Those guys suck.”

Tutting, he shakes his head at you like a parent might when scolding a child, and says, “Do you know how fucking tiring it was pretending? You think I care about pastries and stupid campfire stories? You really think I’d ever want to associate myself with that sorry lot?”

“K-Kuni, please let go of me. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were—I’m sorry. So please just…”

“And then the first time you see me after all these years apart and you had the gall to lie to my face! ‘I’ve never met him before.’ Bullshit. You just didn’t want any of your loser friends to know our history, right? Because you’re ashamed to have known me, right?”

“That’s not it! I… I was just—I didn’t… I was… I just…”

“I… I… I…” he mocks, shoving you down onto the beanbag. It dips under the sudden weight, and you sink further into it when he points the blade at you. “Stop tripping over your tongue. I should be the one near tears! You cast me aside and then forgot all about me. You abandoned me when I needed you most.” His voice cracks at that last sentence, and your heart skips erratically.

“That’s not what happened! We needed space. I needed space. You were being too—” You stop yourself, unsure of how to phrase it. Too controlling? Too dangerous? Too scary?

“Lucky for you, I’m willing to overlook these past...slights.” The blade twirls effortlessly in his grasp, and you heave a relieved breath when he’s no longer pointing it in your direction. “Marry me and we’ll forget all about the past. We’ll start over.”

His demand almost stops your heart altogether. You stare up at him, mouth agape, and mumble a disbelieving, “What?”

“You heard me.” He seems to soften with his next words, and for a moment he looks and sounds like the Kuni who hangs out with you and your friends. The harmlessly fun Kuni who always takes such good care of you. “You’re the only one I’ll ever love, so let’s get married.”

“K-Kuni, I can’t... I really can’t...”

Within seconds the blade has found itself on his wrist, pressing into delicate flesh. Not enough to cut, but if he applies more force you’ll definitely see blood. You choke on a horrified gasp.

“What was that?” He raises his brow at you, challenging you with a calm smile.

Your mind reels in an effort to conjure a plan. What can you even do? If you take the blade from him, will he turn his anger on you? Will you have to wrestle him into submission? And if you do manage to get out of his dorm, will anyone believe you? He’s painted himself in such a pleasant light. Your friends love and trust him! So what can you say? And if there isn’t any solid proof, no one will even entertain bringing the authorities into this mess.

“I’m waiting, (Name). Are you really going to make me add another tally? Do you really want me to hate you again? Oh, but maybe I should start marking you! We can add a slice for each time you failed to love me. That way we’ll both look like used cutting boards.”

You need help, you want to say, but the words escape you.

Instead, you nod hastily and say breathlessly, “Okay, yes! I’ll marry you!” Swallowing your horror, you glance at the blade as it’s lifted from his skin. Thankfully, there isn’t a cut. “I... I’ll marry you, Kuni. So... So please don’t hurt yourself. Please.”

It feels like you’ve been strangled for an eternity, so when he finally pockets the blade the air in your lungs returns and you collapse against the beanbag, chest rising and falling in short, panicked breaths.

“Good.” He bends down to your height, grips your chin with cold fingers, and forces you to meet his adoring stare. “We’ll look at rings tomorrow. Or maybe you’d prefer bracelets instead? I can be flexible but only for you, so you’d better be grateful.”

You swallow rising bile and nod. “T-Thank you.” You’re not sure why you’re thanking him when he hardly deserves it, but it feels like the right thing to say to ease the tension.

Kuni’s eyes sparkle, no longer a void of endless darkness, and when he leans in to capture your lips in his your heart sinks. You really can’t run from your past, can you?

#genshin chit chat #yandere-romanticaa #yandere scaramouche #scara says he needs you but what he really needs is a therapist first and foremost #adding heizou into the mix!!! he probably takes notice of your change in behavior #and confronts you one on one to ask if everything's okay #and he looks so concerned and his voice is so soft and so you break and spill everything #and he nods while he takes in all of this information before offering to help #he knows the law (he's studying it after all!) so he can help you #but what heizou doesn't tell you is that the law might crush one evil person but it can easily protect other evils :)#especially him who is oh-so-honorable and sweet #you'd never know he wants to be more than just friends #and that he has a journal detailing your every move #but also i like the idea of heizou being a genuine friend and the two of you grow closer while trying to find ways to get scara caught #and taken away from you for good #but yan!heizou just hits so deliciously orz #also also!! adding in rosalyne~~ she went to the same uni as kuni (in snezhnaya)#but when he finally found out where you were he transferred #and rosa only realized they went to the same school when she found out from ajax (who also attends the same uni)#kuni probably worked part-time as a hospital receptionist before he transferred schools #and he's pretty sure the doctor there is a serial killer or he's just on the border of criminally insane (this is dottore after all)#(me looking at every way i can insert each harbinger into this au >:D)

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pratchettquotes · 1 month

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People expected all kinds of things from coppers, but there was one thing that sooner or later they all wanted: make this not be happening.

Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

#sam vimes #samuel vimes #night watch #discworld #terry pratchett #police #law enforcement #cops #the watch #expectations #job description #protection #prevention #what we want #make this not be happening

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originalartblog · 1 year

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Detective Murase survives and lives through the events of Storm Bringer. He learns (most of) the truth about his brother, N, and Chuuya, and doubles down on bringing Chuuya to a world of light, feeling somewhat guilty and responsible. Chuuya finally goes along with it.

Chuuya, out of the PM but without a group to latch onto, shadows Murase during his work, and quickly faces the limitations of the system supposed to bring justice. He starts doing "vigilante" work, helping Murase "conveniently" find evidence, and acting indifferent when culprits that had to be released "mysteriously" go missing.

Murase is not stupid, but there's no stopping this overpowered teenager who's angry at the world. He needs an output, a purpose, and, well, there's this detective agency employing ability users they've been working with...

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shinobicyrus · 2 months

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This week, Supreme Court Justice Samuel "goes on expensive fishing trips with republican megadonors" Alito decided to use an official Supreme Court order to once again rail against same-sex marriage and the entire concept of safeguarding queer rights.

It was all in response to a case the Supreme Court declined to hear involving the dismissal of 3 potential jurors who claimed that they had been unfairly passed over (yes they're complaining about not being selected for jury duty) due to their religious beliefs. The case involved a woman who was suing her employer for sexual discrimination and retaliation after she started dating the ex-girlfriend of a male coworker. The 3 potential jurors that had not been selected had stated a belief to the court that homosexuality is a sin.

Rather than commenting on the obvious bias three potential jurors had against a party in the case, Alito instead spent five pages ranting about the sheer injustice that had been done to them. The case, he said, fully exemplified the "danger" that he'd predicted back in 2015, when the Supreme Court had legalized same sex marriage nationwide (in a slim 5-4 vote, I will remind):

"Namely, that Americans who do not hide their adherence to traditional religious beliefs about homo-sexual conduct will be labeled as bigots and treated as such by the government."

Again this was a case in which a court ultimately decided that maybe people who believed that homosexuals were sinful shouldn't sit on a case in which one of the parties was one such "sinner." That sounds pretty fair to me; they didn't call them bigots, or evil, or throw them in jail. The court just decided that maybe they weren't a good fit for that particular case. For that particular plaintiff.

But no, a Supreme Court Justice, someone who is supposed to be a scholar of law, turned it in his mind into a government assault against "people of good will."

Never forget how narrow that marriage equality decision had been. Never forget Alito and Thomas are still salty about it 9 years later and have stated in public multiple times they want to revisit this decision. Just like Roe, just like Miranda Rights, just like the Voting Rights Act - they will gut civil rights and established precedent on the altar of their Originalism and make us beholden to the tenets of their personal Gods.

And they're doing it in public too, so they can signal to everyone who thinks like them to keep trying, you have friends here. You have a sure chance of victory.

At the very least, the lesbian with mad game won her case.

#Samuel Alito is still an Originalist Piece of Shit #Supreme Court #US Supreme Court #Homophobia #Religious Liberty #is just just draping your beliefs with a cloak of righteousness #where are court cases against cities that make it illegal to feed the hungry and homeless?#where are the court cases against Texas or Florida about the dignity of refugees?#why does ''Religious Liberty'' always mean ''My right to treat people like Less Because God Says So''#and nothing about values Jesus actually talked about?#all they want the law to do is protect themselves and THEIR interests - and bind everyone else #Christian Nationalism #Originalism

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