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simphornies · 2 months

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Angst! I choose you! (That was cringe I'm sorry 😭)

Can I please request a Vox x Female Reader where Reader protected Vox from Valentino

(PS: Val killed Reader in the process)

And because of that Velvette has to take care of a Depressed Vox

A/N: My friend and I were going back and forth on ideas for this because we love angst. I hope you guys enjoy! A part 2 will be made for this because I love you guys

Word count: 1.6k (1,611) Warnings: ANGST, valentino being a FUCKER, descriptions of violence, death, there is no mention of y/n but it's f!reader

My Beloved [ Vox x F!Reader ]

Vox got into another argument with Valentino. Both overlords had anger issues so their arguments always end up becoming explosive with glassware being thrown around. You came in as soon as you got word of their fight. When you ran into his office, it was clear that it was about you again. Valentino shoved you out of his way, glaring at you, seething with anger. He slammed the door shut but you couldn’t care any less. You ran to your lover’s side and held his hand.

“Vox? What happened?” You frowned, seeing all the broken glass. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“It’s…” He hesitated and planted a gentle kiss on your hand, “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll always worry, my beloved.” You held his hand close, “Is it about the shoot again?” He sighed and nodded.

“He came in here demanding I convince you to be in one of his movies. I told him no and well,” He gestured to the shattered glass that littered his office, “You see how well that fucking turned out. Fucking moth just won’t stop. I told him that there’s nothing he could ever offer for your body! He ju-” You gently tighten your grip on his hand, cutting him off. He looked at you and the worry in your eyes melted his anger away. “I’m sorry, baby. It just makes me so angry when fuckers like him think they have any right to a sweetheart like you.”

“I’m sorry I’m causing this much stress.” You said softly, “I’ll talk to him if you need me to!”

“No!” He said as his screen got brighter with his increased panic, “No, babe. It’s fine. I got it handled. I promise, okay?”

You knelt next to him, your head on his lap, “Okay. But if anything happens, I’ll always be here for you, my beloved.”

He smiled, gently caressing your head, “Of all the souls in Hell, I know that the most, my dear.”

Your relationship with Vox seemed to come out of nowhere to those that didn’t know the past he shared with you. Velvette was the first to learn about his life with you before he died. He confided in her. At first she just wanted tea on his life before Hell but it ended up with her showing genuine interest. He had been pining for you even after his death. He wanted so desperately to confess how much he loved you. You never left his mind in his final hours and when he found himself in Hell, his heart broke. He feared that he would never meet you again. This fear pushed him into trying to get into relationships with people that had the smallest of reminders of you. You were an angel to him, the gentlest soul he’d ever met. He was sure that you would go to Heaven but when he saw you aimlessly roaming the streets of Hell, he rushed to meet you. You didn’t recognize him at first glance but the moment you heard his voice, everything fell into place. He, honestly, didn’t understand how you ended up in Hell. You had to remind him that you ran his “business” with him. His love for you blinded him from your heinous crimes, almost erasing it from his memory just out of adoration for you. He got such a massive ego boost when he learned you went on a bit of a rampage after his death that led to your execution.

It wasn’t long after your arrival that the two of you entered a honeymoon phase, constantly out on dates and always being at each other’s sides. After months of flirting, teasing and a multitude of dates, Vox finally asked you out. He was bad at romance more than he’d like to admit. Without Velvette’s help, he was definitely going to change his mind. The way he asked you out made you think he was going to propose. He had petals scattered on the floor and held the sweetest flowers he could buy in Hell. He was a nervous wreck waiting for you to arrive at the location he sent. The sight of him standing disheveled in front of a giant “Will you be mine?” neon sign made you burst out into laughter. But you said yes nonetheless.

Days passed after the argument. You were walking up to Vox’s office and as you got close you heard yelling. It was Valentino starting another fight. You started to run as soon as you heard glass breaking. When you reach the doorway you see Valentino aim a glass cup at Vox.

You grabbed his arm to stop him and raised your voice. “Stop! Valentino, that's enough!”

Valentino got angrier at your attempt to stop him and he pushed you off of him, knocking you down to the ground. “Don’t fucking touch me, bitch. You’re lower than me, don’t forget that.” He hissed. Vox ran to your side and helped you up.

You scowled at him as you held your head high, “I don’t give a single shit who you are. You’re a little bitch baby that can’t take no for an answer.” You spat back.

“What the fuck did you call me?!” He yelled and began to step closer to you. Vox blocked him from getting any closer.

“Val. Fuck off. I said no and my decision isn’t going to change.”

You saw Valentino raise his hand to hit Vox. Without thinking, you pulled Vox out of the way. You barely dodged his swing, his claw scratching your cheek deep enough for it to draw blood. You growled at him and slapped him across the face. It shocked all three of you. Your confidence faded once Valentino opened his wings, his face shrouded in rage.

In the blink of an eye, he had you by the throat. You instinctively held onto his hands, trying to pry his tightening grip on your neck. His hold alone left bruises on your neck. Before Vox could reach him, Valentino flew through Vox’s balcony. He used your head to break through the glass door, making you scream from fear.

“Valentino! What are you doing?!” Vox yelled, running after him.

“Aw, what?” He teased, “You’re telling me you really give a fuck about this bitch?” He laughed, menacingly. You struggled against him and managed to get a glimpse of how high up you were. “You loved me too, remember? Before her.”

“Put her down, Valentino!” He screamed, glitching from both fear and anger. His pleas received laughter.

“You’re turning out so pathetic and soft, Vox.” He grins, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. “I’ll put her down, just for you~”

Your eyes widened at his tone and knew exactly what was coming. You looked at Vox with tears in your eyes. The fear in his eyes broke your heart. His hand reached out towards you as if he could reach you. THe only thing you could do was smile at him. He couldn’t get himself to smile back, he could only stare at you. This exchange only fueled Valentino’s rage.

“V-Vox.” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from Valentino’s grasp. “I love y-”

Before you could continue, you were suddenly pummeling towards the concrete below you.

“No!” Vox screamed at the top of his lungs.

You heard his cry for you. You heard Valentino’s cackle. As you got closer to the ground, you relaxed your body and shut your eyes, accepting what was about to happen. And then you no longer heard anything. You didn’t hear the way Vox screamed and cried. You didn’t hear the hums of electricity that came before his power outages. You died from Valentino’s rage.

All power was cut off in Pentagram City. He heard your last words. He knew what you wanted to say. After the time you shared together, you had never told him “I love you.” because of your personal past. He didn’t need to hear you say it, you both knew how much you love each other. He didn’t know that you were finally ready to tell him you love him. He didn’t know he helped you get over your past. And he’ll never get to hear you say you love him. He’ll never hear your sweet voice again. He’ll never get to make up the time he lost with you. The only time he’ll be able to hold you again was to collect you from the ground.

His heart was shattered. It was obvious to everyone around him. Vox never left his security room. He locked himself in there and drank his pain away. He played the videos he had of you, looked at your photos and longed for your smile. He’ll never hear your songs, your jokes, your laugh or see your smile. He was alone again.

The only person that managed to get into his security room was Velvette. She did her best to comfort him and get him to clean up. Everytime she went in there, the entire room would reek of alcohol and grief. As cold as her heart was, the sight of him crying at your photos and videos broke her. She grew close to you when you first came. Her first impression of you was from Vox’s lovestruck stories and meeting you was a different ride. She understood why Vox loved you the way he did. She never spoke of it but she cried with Vox when you died. She was enraged. The only thing that stopped her from killing Valentino herself was the grief.

None of the Vees spoke to Valentino for months and that pissed him off.

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adventuringblind · 3 months

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Celebratory Kissing?

Logan Sargeant X Reader X Oscar Piastri

Genre: Fluffy smut

Summary: Oscar gets his first win and celebratory activities ensue.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, switch Logan if you squint, subspace for reader and Logan (eventually), SOFT dom Oscar (a simp is what he is), oral (both receiving), fingers, unprotected sex (don't try this at home kids), Praise, oral fixation, marking/biting

Notes: Another request! haven't done a smut in a while. I might be a wee bit rusty...

Side note: I finished this mere hours after I had to put my dog down 😬

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A sprint win is still a win. An argument she is determined to put to an end should Oscar tell her otherwise. This is an achievement and should be recognized as such.

Logan appears in front of her. His body absolutely gleaming with sweat and hair tussled from his helmet. "You look wrecked."

"The good kind I hope." She hands him the water she's holding, and he holds eye contact while trying to drink it. Only to fail miserably and dump it everywhere.

"It's about fifty-fifty. Half like Oscar just ruined you and the other half like you might be sick."

"Jokes on you, I probably am!"

She stares at the McLaren garage where Oscar has been swept off to. "Do you think he'll accept it as a win?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure yet." Logan crosses his arms and follows her gaze. "We could always convince him it's a win." He wiggles his eyebrows. The last part coming out quieter.

"But you two have to race tomorrow!"

"And I'm not suggesting anything crazy, I would like to be able to walk still. That doesn't mean we can't make it good."

She hums thoughtfully at the proposal. "He won't go for it."

"Trust me, he will." Logan takes his hand in hers and swings their arms back and forth. "We've been doing this for almost two years now. I think we can bring it out of him."

"Lo, I swear to god, if you get us in trouble, I will never let you hear the end of it."

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She really shouldn't have been so shocked when Logan dragged her back to the hotel promising Oscar a 'surprise' for his victory. The Aussie had given them a questioning look, but just shrugged them off. A quick word about staying hydrated was thrown in there.

Now she's sitting on the edge of the bed, freshly showered and patiently waiting for Logan to tell her what his plan it. He's been digging through Oscar's luggage for the last five minutes mumbling about disorganization.

Finally, he pulls out the tightly wound coil of rope and makes a triumphant 'ah-ha' sound.

"You were looking for rope?"

"Yup!"

"And what are you going to do with said rope? Oscar is the only one with enough patience to manage any kind of Shabari-" Logan shuts her up by starting to tie the rope around her wrist.

"This okay?"

"It would be more okay if you told me what we were doing." She huffs in annoyance.

Logan rolls his eyes dramatically. "Figured I'd put you down first. Get you to that headspace that drives him feral."

She has to suppress the whine that threatens to leave her throat. "What about you?"

"One of us has to be coherent until he gets here. He can do what he wants after that. We just need him to see you first." Logan finishes the rope on her wrists, successfully securing them behind her back. "Not saying I'm not enticing, mind you. I just know how to put you down faster than the other way around."

Which - okay, Logan isn't wrong there. Oscar seems to hit the sweet spot with him where she can't. Not for a lack of trying, she just does not have the tone of voice that send her American partner over the edge. "Well played, Sargeant."

"I thought it was clever." She can't see him, still settled behind her. It doesn't matter. She knows he's smirking; can feel it in the open-mouthed kisses he's placing on her spine. It's ridiculous how much simple touch affects her.

"You slip so easily."

"Shut up."

It doesn't help that she's completely bare. Logan still has his sweats on, which only makes her feel vulnerable.

His hands trace the outline of her curves. They drag against the more sensitive areas with a nimble sort of ease. She lets out a happy sigh in response.

His teeth latch onto her shoulder. He bites and sucks a mark that will definitely be visible tomorrow. Logan's always had an oral fixation. Constantly chewing on the ends of his hoodie strings, chewing on pens and pencils, the sheer number of lollys in the house is ungodly. Oscar has used this to his advantage too many times to count. Zoom meeting at the number one offender.

Logan manages to bite all the way down her arm. He slips himself lower to get a better angle on her hips. Fingers bruise her thighs with an impossibly iron grip that he really doesn't need to have.

He attaches to her neck, spinning her around so face him. Logan slides his wet tongue from her throat to her lips. He shoves his tongue down her throat without warning. Successfully making it so she can't breathe; suffocated but only him. Only Logan and his stupidly nimble tongue exist in this moment.

He lets her breath again, only to push her backward onto the bed. Saliva drips all across her body as his tongue slides downwards.

Logan's is panting against her by the time he's finally in between her legs. "You're terribly wet, baby." He licks everywhere except where she needs him most. "Do you want my tongue? Are you going to be good for me while we wait for Osc?"

"I promise - please Lo, need you."

All sense of coherency leaves the second Logan's tongue starts lapping up her arousal. His hands grip her thigs to keep them spread apart.

Her hands would be in his hair if they could. instead, they grip the sheets underneath her. Anything to keep somewhat present. It doesn't work. Her mind is already swimming while the blonde moans into her core, teeth grazing her clit and driving her to the brink of insanity.

Her legs shake as his tongue slips in and out of her. She chokes out his name, on getting close to the point of no return.

He pulls away. Not fully, just enough to stop contact. Went tongue retreating through glistening lips.

IN the background, the sound of the door unlocking startles them both. Logan frantically strips the rest of his clothes in record time, helps her to the floor and manages to get them both into some kind of waiting position.

"I hope whatever you to are planning involves sleep at some point-" Oscar flicks the lights on and she can feel his eyes burning holes into them. "Please tell me you haven't been like this for the last hour?"

They shake their heads no as Oscar looks them over. He grabs Logan's chin and swipes his tongue across the American's bottom lip. "You taste like her. Tell me what you did."

"Got her ready for you."

"I can see that. She's staring at us with that look in her eyes." Oscar moves to her next, dropping Logan's chin and softly patting her cheek. She keens into his touch, aching for some kind of contact again. "Is this my surprise? A good night with two beautifully obedient partners?" His voice is soft with a hint of a condescending tone.

"Wanted to make sure you know that it's a win." There it is. He has Logan in the palm of his hand, whining and slurring his words.

Oscar looks like he might melt. "I think I've already won everything I need to. I have you two kneeling in front of me. That being said, you've got me worked up and it would be a shame not to take advantage of your wonderful surprise."

Oscar undoes the rope around her wrists and helps them up off their knees and onto the bed. "Nothing hard tonight. I'd hate for you to be sore tomorrow, Lo." He kisses them both. Hands gripping their chins and alternating who's mouth he's exploring.

It's heaven. The place with these two. The fuzzy, floaty feeling in her mind only registers them and their touches.

"You did good with her, Lo. Bet you're ready to go, yeah?"

It's the first time she's actually seen how hard the American is. Oscar strokes him a few times, slowly, thumb swiping away the pre-cum that had leaked out.

Oscar jams two fingers into her without warning. "Wow, you really did get her ready. Was this all your tongue baby?"

A third finger slips in. She's dripping liquid all the way down to his wrist. The pathetic whining sounds she's making are outrageous and should be embarrassing. She's to blissed out to care.

Oscar manhandles them to where he wants. Her body shudders as she accepts Logan's length, straddling over the top of him. "Come on, love. You want to make him feel good, yes?" She'd want to do anything Oscar tells her to, really, but she can't say as much.

Regardless, she rolls her hips and moans at the feeling. Logan's mouth goes slack, and Oscar takes the opportunity to slam his dick into Logan's mouth.

It doesn't take her horribly long to get close again. The skin on skin and roll of hips. The impatience of Logan as he tries to buck his hips upward in time with her.

"Osc, please." He crashes his lips onto hers and moans into her mouth.

He pulls away just a tiny bit and clasps a hand around her throat. "Go ahead, cum for be."

Logan slams up into her a few more times before he finishes. She lets herself fall into the abyss of white-hot pleasure. Brain only focused on one thing.

She can hear Logan coughing as Oscar slams into his throat.

It all ends too fast for her liking, and she looks at Oscar expectantly. Waiting and wanting for more.

Oscar pulls her off Logan and lays her body down on top of him. The Aussie take his time exploring their shivering bodies. The amount of concealer they are going to need tomorrow will be ungodly.

"This doesn't feel like the celebratory kissing I'd hoped for," whines Logan.

"Tell you two what: If I can get second tomorrow then I'll make sure neither of you can walk for a week." Oscar huffs. "Also, I'd appreciate it if we could refrain from calling it celebratory kissing."

"But it's tradition!"

"I feel like we've came a bit farther then just celebratory kisses..."

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mouschiwrites · 3 months

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Hi can I request male reader X the ninja (not nya sorry) headcanons jsut the reader being protective of his boyfriend

Please and thank you 💖💖

Sure thing, friend! :D

Ninjago - Ninjas When You're Being Protective

Kai

You guys were out on a date at a noodle parlor, just minding your business

You stepped away for a moment to refill your drink, and Kai managed to get himself in an argument with another customer while you were gone

To be fair, the other guy initiated it

He recognized the famous ninja and decided to be a degenerate

He was talking down to Kai pretty harshly, and Kai was struggling to defend his honor

It was getting more and more difficult to come up with comebacks as his anger rose and his pride deflated

You just about dropped your drink when you came back to see the two going at it

You stepped in immediately, barely stopping to think

"This your boyfriend? Way out of your league, fire boy-"

"Sorry, do we know you? I think I'd remember a stench like that—yeesh, by the way—but it'd be impolite not to at least ask."

Both Kai and his assailant's jaws dropped open

The guy turned bright red with anger, trying to stutter out a response before giving up with a frustrated grunt and storming off

You watched him leave, scowling bitterly

When he was finally gone, you turned to Kai to check on him

You expected him to be upset, but he was smiling

"Are you okay, Kai?"

"Am I okay? Are you kidding? That was awesome! Did you see his face?"

You blushed a little, joining in his hysterical laughter

Kai wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in to kiss your cheek, telling you how lucky he felt to have someone like you on his side

Jay

Jay had just finished fixing up a vintage motorcycle, a project he'd been working on for a long time

You didn't really trust the janky contraption; no matter how much Jay insisted that it was safe, you swore it looked like it was about to collapse

But you hated to stomp on his sandcastle, so you just watched while he poured gas into the tank for a test drive

Tapping your foot nervously, you decided that you couldn't just stand there

You wandered around the garage, gathering protective gear

You had a helmet, some shin guards, elbow pads, and a biking jacket when you approached Jay

He glanced at you once, then did a double-take when he saw what was in your arms

"Y/n, I am not wearing all that."

"And I am not letting you ride that timebomb without any protection."

Seeing that firm look in your eyes (which he not-so-secretly loved), Jay knew there was no winning

Though he'd never admit it, he actually liked when you were stern, even when it was directed at him

He sighed, letting you put the gear on him

You felt a lot better, but you still insisted on following behind on your own motorbike

As it turned out, you were right; you got about 100 feet out of the garage before the old bike's tire went flying, sending Jay straight to the asphalt

You ran to Jay's side, letting your own bike fall in your haste

He just smiled awkwardly up at you

"Uh... oops? Good thing you made me wear the gear, haha..."

You laughed, kissing the top of his head; you were just glad he was safe

And he was glad that you, like always, were looking out for him :)

Cole

This was way back when Cole still had a rough relationship with his dad

You managed to convince him to let you meet his father, though you could tell that he wasn't exactly excited

But you made sure to let him know how much you appreciated it

At first, you didn't see the problem

His dad seemed totally cordial and pleasant, if not a little rigid

The issue presented itself pretty quickly, however

You were sitting on the couch, catching up and getting to know each other

Cole was being weirdly cagey about his own life, so his father took the lead in the conversation

"You know, Cole used to be a really good dancer. Of course, there was a lot of room for improvement, haha! Oh, you should've seen his tumbling skills... the boy could hardly land a cartwheel."

You didn't like the way he was looking at Cole when he said it; you knew you had to do something, but you still wanted to respect Cole's privacy

"You don't know what you're talking about. Cole does flips, backflips, twists, turns—you should see him now."

Cole blinked at you, as did his father

The latter tried to laugh it off awkwardly, making some vague comment about Cole's continuance in dancing school

But, quite frankly, you'd seen enough

You ended the visit as politely as you could

Cole was still staring at you as you walked away

"What? I didn't like how he was talking about you, so I retaliated. Was that so wrong?"

Cole just smiled, draping an arm around you with a satisfied sigh

"No, it was actually kind of funny. And brave. I'm glad you said it."

He was more than glad; no way he would've stood up for himself in front of his father, so he was grateful that you were there

Zane

You guys were on a mission in an extremely remote town

The place barely had street lamps; needless to say, it was far from technologically advanced

You made a pit-stop for snacks at a run down little convenience store

You walked in first, looking ahead at the handful of aisles filled with dusty (probably expired) snacks you didn't recognize

You almost didn't notice the man at the counter by the door, but he spoke up rather loudly

He pointed to Zane, who was following close behind you

He said something about not serving "his kind"

That almost did it for you, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt

"What do you mean 'his kind'?"

"Robots, buddy. Beep-boops. You know, the things with no souls that take over every town and household they come into? Not. Welcome. Here."

You turned to face him, your expression hardening

Zane tried to stop you, insisting that he could just wait outside

"They're smart, I'll give 'em that. Say, while you're at it, why don't you go back to whatever evil over-industrialized decrepit city you came from!"

"Okay, that's it. I'm not going to stand here and let you insult a person who's got ten times more intellect and twenty times more soul than you'll ever have. Come on, Zane, our business is clearly not wanted here."

You held up the cash for him to see as you left, and the man behind the counter opened his mouth to try and get you to stay

Zane let you cool off a little, following silently while you stormed down the street

When you finally calmed down enough to ask if he was okay, he told you that he was just proud that you handled the situation civilly

He doesn't like violence, so he particularly admired your gentleness (he knew you could've been a lot meaner, and he's glad you weren't)

And that, though he hadn't really been offended, he found it endearing that you stood up for him

He squeezed your hand affectionately as you both continued down the dusty sidewalk

Lloyd

It was almost impossible to go anywhere with Lloyd without being stopped by a fan

You'd grown used to it; if anything, you were happy that so many people appreciated Lloyd

So you'd stand on the sidelines, smiling patiently while they got a photo and an autograph

But every now and again you'd get stopped by someone who wasn't a fan

You were just out for a walk when one such person stopped you

Actually, it was a group of men, hatred twinkling in their eyes

They came so close that the one at the front was just about nose-to-nose with Lloyd

"You think you're all that, huh? Just because you've got some fancy powers and you've 'saved the city,' you think you're so much better than everyone else?"

"Uh... no?"

"Tch, sure, play dumb. I miss the days when the police would take care of us. You didn't see us parading cops down the street and selling action figures of them! That's because they were humble!"

The men behind him were nodding aggressively, shouting their agreement and praise for cops

Your face twitched distastefully, and you wedged yourself between the front man and Lloyd

"I'd speak a little more respectfully to the guy who saved you from the literal personification of evil. Multiple times, mind you."

The guy's eyes narrowed; he clearly hadn't expected any pushback

He scoffed, making sure to step on your toe as he turned to storm off

Lloyd grabbed your shoulder groundingly, giving you a look that begged you to let them go

He thanked you for your support though, sliding his hand down your arm to hold your hand

He never really knew how to deal with haters, so he truly did appreciate you stepping in

(and he's lowkey hoping you will in the future too...)

Aaa I hope this was okay!! Thank you so much for this request, I had fun writing it! And thanks for reading, take care cuddle bears <33

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cutielando · 3 months

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not so happy reunion ~ rafe cameron

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From the moment you and Rafe got engaged, you had left the Outer Banks.

Not because you were keen on doing so, but because Rafe wanted to escape from the hold his family, specifically his father, had on him.

You moved into a beautiful mansion on the mainland, both of you had stable and high-paying jobs, so you were living comfortably.

You had also gotten married after a year and a half of moving, only with a few close friends, Wheezie, Sarah and your family. Per Rafe's request, Sarah and Wheezie hadn't told their parents why they were visiting the mainland, using the excuse of a much needed girls' trip.

Even though you had advised Rafe to at least let his family know about the wedding, he vehemently insisted that you didn't tell them anything, claiming he didn't want them to ruin his perfect day with you like they did everything else.

However, Ward didn't want to accept the fact that Rafe didn't want to have anything to do with him or his family anymore, hence always sending you an invitation to the annual Midsummers party.

Every single time, Rafe would come up with an excuse as to why you couldn't make it. You were either busy with your jobs, you were feeling under the weather, you missed your flight, the excuse range was very wide.

However, now that you were also pregnant with your first child, you figured it would be time to pay the old OBX a visit, for old times' sake.

Rafe, even though he agreed on your behalf, was very much not excited to be back.

"Have we got everything?" you were finishing up packing your bags, making sure you had put everything you would need for your 2 day stay.

"Do we really have to go?" Rafe asked from where he was sitting on your shared bed, pouting like a small child.

You sighed and chuckled, amused because he was still trying to convince you not to go when you were literally minutes away from leaving for the island.

"Baby, we haven't been back there in almost 3 years. Don't you think it's time we do go and show people we're still alive and happily together?" you moved your hands so they were resting on his shoulder, his eyes at a level with your growing bump.

He sighed and leaned forward to kiss your bump and cradle it in his hands.

"I don't want her to be in that environment" he mumbled, speaking about your unborn daughter.

The moment you had found out you were having a girl, Rafe couldn't stop dotting on you. He was so excited to have another little princess running around, a mini-you. He was doing everything to make sure he got the hang of it all, from reading books to taking some daddy-and-me classes, watching videos and grilling his co-workers about advice.

He was the most prepared father-to-be ever.

"Baby, everything is going to be fine. She's safe in there, nobody is going to do anything to her, or me, or you. We're just gonna see some old friends, have a little fun and try not to get into arguments with your father. We're leaving as soon as we can, okay?" you were running your hands through his hair, twirling his dirty blonde locks around your fingers.

He nodded and kissed your bump one last time before getting up, taking your bags and hauling them to your car.

The ride to the OBX was quiet, Rafe's hand consistently resting on your bump as he drove and yours resting on top of his.

As you observed Rafe for the whole ride, you noticed how much he started tensing up the closer you got to the island, full on freaking out by the time he had parked his car.

"Okay, let's get this over with" he muttered as he got out of the car and jogged to your side, opening your door and taking your hand in his, interlocking your fingers.

You slowly made your way to the reception, more and more of your old friends recognizing you and stopping to chit chat.

At first, Rafe's hand was tightly holding yours tensely, but his grip slowly became more tender and less tense as he finally managed to calm down and enjoy seeing his friends.

"Rafe?" Ward's voice boomed through the party, making everyone around you stop to observe the interaction.

Rafe cursed under his breath but turned around, coming face to face with his father.

"Dad" Rafe nodded and said, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.

You started caressing the side of his hand with your thumb, trying to keep him grounded and calm.

"Oh, it's so good to see you, my boy" the man pulled his son into a tight hug, squeezing him like never before.

Rafe coughed and just patted his father on the back, one of his hands still linked with yours. You could only imagine how uncomfortable the situation was for your husband.

"And I see you brought your girlfriend as well" Ward said once his eyes fell on you.

"Wife, actually" you proudly corrected the man, your other hand now resting on your clearly visible bump.

Ward's eyes followed your hand and once he saw the wedding band on your hand holding your baby bump, his jaw went slack and he was at a loss of words.

Rafe cleared his throat and let go of your hand, instead opting to wrap his arm around your waist and pull your body flush against his.

"I can't believe this. Congratulations. When did this happen?" his voice was now back to his usual icy tone, surely figuring out the fact that he hadn't been invited to his son's wedding.

"Almost 1 year and a half ago. Found out we were expecting a couple of months ago" Rafe's gaze on his father hadn't let up.

Ward nodded, biting the inside of his cheek visibly.

"And you didn't think to invite your family?" he bit back.

"Wheezie and Sarah were there. The only family I needed with me"

The music had now stopped, everyone concentrating on the brewing tension between the two Cameron men.

"What are we and Rose then? We raised you!"

"With all due respect, you didn't do shit. You left him to fend for himself his entire life and didn't give a shit about his well-being because you were too obsessed with Sarah. You don't get to do that anymore. We didn't want you there because you didn't deserve to be there, just like you are never going to be a part of our child's life" you burst, not wanting to let Rafe deal with this by himself.

Ward's eyes widened as they shifted from his son to you. He had remembered you as the calculated one from the couple, always trying to keep the waters calm and Rafe under control. He didn't expect you to talk back to him like that.

"We're clearly not welcome here, so we're going to leave" Rafe said.

On your way out, you bid goodbyes to some of your friends and gave Ward one last look before getting into your car and driving away.

"I'm sorry, I thought it would be a good idea" you said once you had made it home, now safe and sound in the sheets of your bed with your husband.

"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault. At least we managed to catch up with people before disaster struck" he teased, kissing your shoulder and hugging you from behind, his hands cradling your bump.

You laughed and settled in bed, drifting off to a peaceful sleep with the two most important people in your life: Rafe and your daughter.

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kyokutsu-sama · 19 days

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Headcanons

"How they apologize after an argument"

A/n: I remember of writing some headcanons with the same topic for the Bleach captains but now I'm going to write the same topic for Black Clover captains. I'm so in love with them❤️

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Yami:

Yami can be all brute and intimidating but he also recognizes when he messes up and regrets it, especially when he knows he hurt you in some way.

Sometimes he is stubborn and this becomes an obstacle for both of you when you're trying to solve something, he wants to be the master of reason just because he's the captain and thinks he can do things alone. This makes you believe that he's being arrogant, putting you aside like that.

(But the fact is that he actually just tried to protect you so that you wouldn't do anything that would put you in danger)

"Baby, please don't overreact, I'm just--" "Don't talk to me until you change your attitude" You replied, walking past him without even looking at his face

He starts to realize that you're taking the silent treatment too seriously and starts doing all kinds of things to get your attention, which don't lead to anything.

He thinks you're thinking about breaking up with him and this makes him drink twice as much, which leads him to arrive at the hq more drunk than usual.

You start to realize this and you start to worry too, even if you don't admit it.

On one of those nights he arrives at the hq very drunk and sees you in the living room and hugs you from behind, staying like that for a moment while you feel his heavy sighs against the crook of your neck.

"I'm sorry if I was hard on you, I just want to protect you. Please don't give me the silent treatment, it breaks my little heart" He whispered against your ear and you sighed before turning to face him "I accept your apology, you dramatic" You slapped his chest and smiled

This man was much more relieved after you forgave him. It was as if his little heart regenerated.

Fuegoleon:

I'm sure if you two argued Mereoleona would take action and beat him up because she's on your side🤭

Sometimes Fuegoleon is too serious and too strict, more than he should be and that stresses you out.

"I'm not going to have this conversation with you again, do as you wish" You left his office, angry "Y/n, wait, I just--" He got up from the chair but you slammed the door

He doesn't want to lose you nor does he want to see you upset with him but he also doesn't want to put pressure on you.

"Mereoleona is gonna kill me if she finds out about this" His first thought

He then calms down and choose to give you space, however, he always wants to know how you are and that's why he orders the servants to deliver flowers to you and also order that the meals be taken to your room.

You recognized that all that princess treatment was Fuegoleon's work to apologize.

However, one day he went to the room where you had been sleeping these days and sat on the mattress next to you and try sorted things out.

"Honey, I'm sorry if I spoke that way. It's been so much that sometimes I don't even know how to separate my personal self from my professional self and with that I ended up hurting you"He confessed with his head down but you hugged him "It's okay, love, we all make mistakes. I accept your apology and thank you for the flowers, by the way" You thanked him and he smiled hugging you

The captain of the Crimson Lions felt much better and promised you and himself that he would change.

William :

Seriously, I don't see how there could be an argument with this man because he's so cute and so gentle.Aghhh...I want a man like him now😫

But if by chance you and him disagree about something and it gets serious, It will be very difficult for him to deal with the situation.

"William, I'm sorry but this matter is going too far" You left the room "Y/n, come here, please listen..." William went to the door but you closed it and he sighed, feeling helpless

He refuses to see you walk past him and not talk to him, he refuses to see you doing your life and not being able to be by your side. It's as if you two became strangers and that touches his heart.

Even if you didn't want to clarify things yet, he uses his magic to create beautiful bouquets of flowers and leave them on your bedroom door, just like the captain above. You can't hold back your smile at the cute action every morning when you come across the flowers right at your feet

One day, you were at the bedroom window watching the group of the magic knights of the golden dawn enter through the front door and William also accompanied them. It had been a while since you two spoke, but you just wanted him to walk through the bedroom door so you two could talk.

And to your surprise, he did.

"Y/n, I came here to resolve things between us, I can't be without you. Please forgive me if I said something I shouldn't have said" He confessed with his melancholy eyes fixed on yours "Oh William, I forgive you. Come here" You hugged him giving in to his bright eyes and how cute he looked

You couldn't stay upset with him and neither could he with you. Everything was fine now and William was grateful to have you back just like you.

Nozel :

The way he spends his life idolizing the name of the Silvas and royalty is sometimes tiring for you. One day you have a conversation that goes a little sideways because he's being too proud again.

"You know what? Stay there with your pride and your fucking royalty. I lost my appetite" You threw your napkin on the table and hurriedly left the dining room "Y/n, come back to the table, we're not done" Nozel got up but you ignored him

Nozel knows he went too far, he wasn't supposed to be like this and sometimes he found himself being too proud which led to some arguments.

However, he knew he couldn't act like that towards you because he loved you too much and didn't want to keep you away from him. In response to this, he told all the servants to watch over you and to give you expensive gifts that he bought.

You couldn't help but smile at his actions. The fact that he sent someone to look after you and gave you valuable things made you think it was cute of him.

Yes, he was overprotective, even if he didn't admit it to anyone but himself. However, you could see that through his actions and there was nothing he could do to hide it from you.

You were sitting in the living room by the fireplace and he came into the room looking at you and you at him. There was a certain tension in the air at that moment.

"We need to talk, I... I think it's time we sort this out" He confessed but you didn't say anything until he got to the part that you wanted to hear. "I want to apologize, I know I let my pride speak too loud and that hurt you"He said and you smiled, seeing that he got to exactly the part you wanted "My dear Noble, I accept your apology but control your pride. Doesn't suit royalty" You used his usual words and he raised an eyebrow at you

Nozel promised to do so, so that situations like those wouldn't happen again.

#Black clover #black clover fandom #black clover x reader #black clover headcanons #yami sukehiro #fuegoleon vermillion #william vangeance #nozel silva

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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hi can i request one where Boromir meets the reader during Elrond’s council and is doubtful of them when they join the fellowship because he doesn’t think they can handle themselves in a fight but they turn out to be the most skilled fighter out of the whole fellowship and basically falls in love with the reader? <3

when I knew love's perfect ache

boromir son of denethor ii x witch!reader

warnings: weapons

a/n: sorry I took awhile, hope u like this!! I added a bit of my own ideas<33

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You knew what you were there for. From the moment you saw crows filling the sky in one fast swoop, loud in warning. And the animals had fled from open spaces to seek shelter in the welcoming forests.

When you arrived in Lord Elrond's home, it wasn't unexpected in his eyes, nor was it in the wizard Gandalf's.

"You're late." The elf teases in his own manner with a raised brow. "Im never late, I'm where I'm supposed to be, when I'm supposed to be." You replied.

"If that's what you need to tell yourself to sleep better at night." You roll your eyes at that before following his lead.

Despite his scolding of you, it seemed you were actually early. You saw glimpses of two mortal men, one of them you recognized, Estel. Walking through his home, eyeing everything in the large halls of his beautiful place, you admire the elven architecture.

Your dark coloured dress and the haunted vision it gives to your appearance seems to have no effect to the servants leading you to your room and smiling towards you from corners of the halls.

They have heard of you, though you've always made sure your identity remains discreet, the elven ears and eyes sees and hears many.

Leaving behind the servants lead, you walk towards the ranger and his companion, a knowing smile on your lips. "Age seems to have nothing on you, Aragorn." He doesn't flinch at your voice, as he doesn't flinch at anything. Instead, he speaks your name first before turning his head towards you.

"Of course, I should've expected your presence, apart of the council for the horrors middle earth might be heading towards."

You let a hand move to his shoulder, squeezing it in comfort.

"And who do we have here? Captain of Gondor." You answer your own question as his face flashes in front of your face, and in your own mind.

"I don't believe we've met before." He concluded, frowning in question. "No, I believe we haven't."

You end it there before turning to leave the men to themselves, being the first to arrive to the meeting alongside the prince Legolas Greenleaf.

The elf greets you with a smile and a nod of his head before turning back to scowl at the entrance of a dwarf. You bite back a smile.

Once the required guests have all arrived, Lord Elrond wastes no time getting into the topic. Arguments were made and suggestions given. All you have seen forecasted earlier that day. You give Gandalf a look of consolation as he looks at you knowingly, the dwarf and elf arguing still.

What truly shook both of you out of eachother's silent conversation was when the son of Gondor began to speak. "My people-" You knew what he'd suggest. "-Have been suffering for years while-"

"And they will continue so suffering or even worse if the ring is not destroyed." Your voice thunders through the sudden silence, confident and sure.

Boromir's eyes snaps to you, and you could almost see resentment in them. "And how would you know what would happen?"

"I see...some, parts of the future.", His eyes shone in a glint of curiosity. "No matter what route the dark lord takes, either the ring destroys men by their own hands, or his own will."

He looks away from you immediately, you hear his low whispered name for you, that sounded almost like a curse. "...Witch."

Lord Elrond sighs deeply before speaking again, directed to you. "It would be wise for you to just tell us what you see now. I can tell you're enjoying the time wasting arguments, but time, does not seem to be on our good side these days. "

You nodded your head and searched through your mind for memories you've had for this day. "I do not see much recently. The eye, has shown me multiple ways it can take what it wants. But I am sure, that the burden of the ring will lie nowhere else but to the halfling, Frodo Baggins."

Nods and glances of understanding are shared upon the circle, it seems they've predicated as much, and this was all the confirmation they needed.

"And he will not continue this journey alone, I assume?" Gandalf pushes.

You smile warmly at him. "No, sons of Gondor and the prince of Mirkwood alongside Gimli son of Gloin, will join him, for his own safety for the journey." Sam Gamgee bursts out if the bushes as if summoned, apparently upset he was not mentioned.

Elrond sighs loudly. "What part of secret meeting did no one understood."

He gives you a look of question and you look towards Sam with understanding. "Wherever he goes, you must go with him." Sam agrees with a fervent nod, serious was his express

What you didn't expect was their two friends appearing from invisible spot, desperately wanting to follow. Elrond, with his patience thinning, concluded the meeting. "It will be called the fellowship of the ring, companions of 9." His own eyes search yours for approval, as if you should be disagreeing.

"10." You corrected, watching as he relaxes.

"A witch, as helpful as she could be, would only be so burdensome in such a dangerous journey." Boromir, son of denethor the second, spoke out immediately.

You flinch at such a public insult, brows frowning together. "She is as useful as any of you men, I can assure you son of Gondor, my words, surely would be enough?" Gandalf interjects before you could argue.

He eyes you suspiciously, but less threatening than before, and relented to the grey wizard.

You were the first to be ready for the journey, Packing some well needed knives and a spare sword alongside some fruits. Your head turn to look behind you when you hear footsteps.

Boromir carries a readied bag himself, walking closer to you, he eyes yours. "Hopefully you won't be needing to use that." he jokes, nudging to your sword. You smile at him before tying it and lifting it up over your shoulders. "We all do what we have to when necessary.

His eyes slowly rises up to meet yours with an unreadable gaze. "Yes, we do."

Visions be damned, for you see nothing of this man's future. and if you'd have to to take a bet, he was talking to himself more than he was to you. The image of the ring clouding his better judgement, you're sure.

The journey began that afternoon, the first day going smoothly as you expected. You notice how the walking was starting to take effect on the hobbits, tiring faster than the taller folks.

"We should take rest. The heat is taking a toll on everyone." You spoke to Aragorn as you walk past him.

You knew he'd prefer all to continue, but gives in instead, and announces a short break to restore some well needed energy.

Sitting on the edge of cliff, you find shelter under a large lonesome tree, watching as the hobbits attempt in fighting lessons with the captain. Absolutely failing too.

"It'd be easier for a beginner to practice with a blade, or anything smaller, nothing to do with your size I assure you." You called out as you start to stand up to walk towards them.

Pippin raise a brow at you, folding his arms together. "I don't know miss, it sort of sounded like we're being pigeonholed here." Merry agrees giving you a matter-of-factly look. "He's right, were stronger than we look like."

You laughed and didn't disagree. "She's right. Though, don't think I'd have a blade to spare." Boromir says.

You immediately pull out your own and passed it to him. He gives you a suspicious look. "And just how many weapons do you carry"

"Enough, hopefully. In case of unwanted trouble." You answered. "That is if you can you use any of them." He lets the words come out easily, unaware of how insulting it sounded.

Your hand, as if on impulse, unarms both his sword and blade barehanded, while the other takes advantage of his suprised state to pull him by his arm to you before twirling him around and twisting it to his back. You slammed him then, by your knee, letting him go as he jolts forward, the sound of Merry and Pippin's laughter fills the space.

"And what would you know of things I can and cannot know to use?" You question sternly, clearly offended. Boromir, collecting his stability and shame, turns apologetic.

"That is not what I meant-"

"No, what you meant is that you can't imagine how a woman of my physique and rank would even know how to wield a sword. And I don't appreciate judgements of my character being made, Captain." Chided like a child, Boromir turns his head down in a low bow.

"You are right, I apologize, I was ignorant of my words."

When he finally looks up to you, you spare him a second glance only before walking away, Merry and Pippin almost enjoying the dramatic argument. Seeing such a brave and large fighter like Boromir being scolded into an apology was a quite amusing sight for even Aragorn.

The ranger who's heard and seen all, decided that it was time to get moving again, the odds of the journey would most likely be on their side if they kept going and got less on eachother's throats.

"Well, I'd say that's enough re energizing. We shan't wait for Gandalf to appear, hell know where to find us." Aragorn speaks, giving you a look of warning to play nice, before urging everyone to get up and ready.

The journey continued in silence, night dawning upon you and your company, sun replaced by night stars and a cloud hidden moon. The sound of Legolas and Gimli bickering behind you starts to fill the quiet.

Another argument on Dwarf history being better than elves.

Ginlis yelling was cut off by Legolas with his questions. "And you say this as someone who's visited these caves, I assume?"

The dwarf turns silent. "I didn't say-". "Aha! So you speak of nothing more than stories." Legolas challenged before the two starts to talk over eachother again.

"Perhaps you should visit the caves together, once this journey is over, how else then can you prove yourself right?" You interrupt, tilting your head back towards them with a grin.

Gimli rolls his eyes and scoffs while Legolas actually seems to consider it. "I wouldn't go anywhere with an elf." Gimli answers.

"Well you're here with me now, aren't you?" Legolas taunts. And again, the argument starts.

The weary spirits of your companies slowly lifts after that, the tiredness didn't seem much as burdensome.

And whilst you smile at your friends debates and terrible hobbit jokes, you failed to notice the on man who's smiling as well while his eyes remains on you the whole night.

#boromir son of denethor x reader #boromir #boromir x reader #lotr #lotr fanfic #lotr x reader #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings fanfiction #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings fic #lord of the rings

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Is Guren a narcissist?

Lately I dislike Kagami's portrayal of Guren as much as the next person and tbh there's absolutely no way you can make me think he's an innocent victim or a tragic hero we should root for (though I still do root for him cause he's just pathetic and gay I love him). However, the amount of times i've seen both the hispanic and english fandom call him a narcissist is kinda surprising 👀 Now the question is...

So since I'm petty and I like analysing useless stuff, let's take a look at Guren's behavior and at what makes a narcissist to try to give a more elaborate answer. I'll give as a disclaimer that I don't intend to attack anyone or force anyone to like Guren with this post, I'm just a psychology student currently investigating personality disorders and I thought this take would be fun to share.

Also, english is not my main language so do feel free to point out if you see I make any mistake so I can correct it, please ;u;

So for starts, if we're talking about the reasons for why people use to call him a narcissist I believe that pointing out his behavior towards Yuu is a very fair argument, especially his behavior towards Yuu at the beginning of the manga. Guren expresses himself with superiority, these airs and graces and apparent laziness and lack of thoughtfulness. However I believe that if you know how the story in the light novels go and even more if you've read them, you'll realize that all this "I'm your saviour, your god, you owe me your life, blah, blah, blah" crap that Guren tells to Yuu is a way of imposing authority and exerting some kind of control over him.

Guren needed to exert this control and authority as a way to protect himself, his subordinates and his investigations from the JIDA higher-ups, but also to keep Yuu at bay, not only because he was a part of Guren's experiments but also because Yuu used to be a very asocial and volatile kid when Guren took him under his wing. Having an angry kid acting impulsively at his leisure all around the JIDA was not convenient for Guren or for anyone, honestly.

And yes, I'm not gonna deny that Guren is kind of a jerk, but that has more to do with his personality and his sense of humor than with being a narcissist. He's sarcastic, super hard-headed, quite blunt and may come off as conceited, but he's actually extremely aware of all of his mistakes and shortcomings. He recognizes that he is not the smartest or the strongest out there, he knows how powerless he is in the grand scheme of things and most importantly, he recognizes his mistakes and is absolutely willing to take his share of the blame for it.

Sure, he knows that he is a strong individual but that's because he's worked towards the objective of "being strong" his entire life, he's cultivated perseverance and done sacrifices in order to achieve that strength, and while he does like to show off sometimes, recognizing one's merits and being aware of your capacities is hardly the same as having delusions of grandeur. Plus, his motivations are very much oriented to help others, protect others; and although Guren used to have a very strong sense of self-preservation, after the catastrophe he decides to let go of it if it means that it will help him to achieve those goals of keeping his loved ones safe. He starts doing what he 'has' to do rather than whe he wants to do.

After Nagoya's Arc, the shameless and overbearing side of Guren's behavior gets toned down. He becomes more serious, he doesn't play and makes jokes as often and he also stops trying to impose himself to Yuu in the same way as before. There's no need of that superiority facade anymore after all the things that came to light and now that the JIDA poses less of a threat and that Yuu has become less of a subordinate and more of a collaborator, exerting the same authority as before is just not necessary.

And now that we're referring to Yuu, we also gotta point out that a narcissist lacks empathy and doesn't go out of his way to try to help or benefit other people, but Guren does feel affection towards Yuu. When Yuu came to him as a child full of rage, resentment, guilt and lust for revenge, Guren genuinely empathized with him, he took care of Yuu, tried to teach him what he knew and he pushed him to build a support network with his classmates when he didn't really had to do all that. He could've simply taken advantage of Yuu's grief and solitude to control everything about him and force him to collaborate, but he didn't. Even when doing that would've been the best and most practical option for Guren's purposes, he still decided against isolating Yuu. Plus a narcissist wouldn't be capable of the affection and compassion that Guren feels for Yuu. And it is also made clear that Guren does not enjoy using Yuu or hurting him, but Shinya and his squad are Guren's priority, putting his options in a balance, he knows that he has no choice but to keep using Yuu to make his plan work. And it IS selfish and cruel and abusive, we're not going to deny that, but arguing that he doesn't care about Yuu or anyone else but himself is a pretty reductionist (and tbh also incorrect) statement.

Now, let's take a look at Shinya's opinion about Guren, taking into account that Shinya is probably the person who knows Guren the best out of all of the Catastrophe at 16 cast and probably all of OnS.

First of all we have this scene during the Nagoya Arc in which Shinya shows concern about Guren cause he knows that Guren suffers when people die and that he's not good at handling that.

Guren cares about his subordinates, he is saddened by the death of his soldiers and during this arc, he even makes the rather emotional choice of going straight into a trap in order to save other soldiers that Crowley is holding as hostages, even when Mito and Shinya warn him that they shouldn't do it cause it is clearly a trap.

I know there's a lot of material that I'm not covering, but for the sake of not making this post longer than it already is, let's go ahead and just check some of the behavioural criteria that a person has to meet to be diagnosed/classified as a Narcissist; of course, taking into consideration that meeting one or two criteria isn't enough cause it is very likely that everyone will present some of these criteria some times throughout our lives. For a person to be considered a narcissist they must meet various criteria which manifest constantly in various different contexts of their life for most of the time. Some of the criteria include:

•A grandiose sense of self-importance, being it fantasies or behaviors and the expectation to be recognized as superior without real reasons.

In Guren's case, he's not really the type that brags about his deeds or that goes about life expecting people to praise him, specially when there's no reason. The only times one could say that he sort of acts this way is in his interactions with Yuu in the early chapters.

•A narcissist is very often preoccupied with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love.

Although Guren, does desire power and recognition, he is aware of all he's lacking and beats himself up because of all these things that he knows he isn't good enough to achieve. We can also notice that ultimately, his desire for power originates from his desire to keep his loved ones safe.

•A narcissist believes that they are “special” and unique and they only want to associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions).

In Guren's case, he knows that he kinda sucks. A lot of the people around him belong to a higher status, have a higher military position or are better than him in one way or the other. What Guren does is working towards his betterment. He doesn't believe he's special, in the novels, he even seems to be a bit ashamed about the subordinates in the Ichinose manor thinking that he is a prodigy. We also have that although it is obvious that Guren regards his squad as the most important people to him, and is willing to commit atrocities and become very self-sacrificial for them it is not because 'they are the best' or because they have a high status that Guren's ego can feed on, but just because he loves them.

•A narcissist has an excessive need for admiration

Guren is indeed an admired character, however he doesn't "need" to be admired. Even before the apocalypse, the motive behind his goal was not to be admired but bring respect and dignity to his beaten up clan. He's had plenty of chances to show off, but he just doesn't really needs to be admired for that.

•A narcissist exploits their interpersonal relationships for their own benefit.

This point is a bit tricky cause Guren is undeniably using Yuu and he had the same intentions with Kimizuki and Yoichi to achieve his goals. However, besides from knowing that Guren would not be doing this if there was another way, when we take a look at the rest of his interpersonal relationships, specially with his squad, being exploitative of their relationship for his own benefit is just not there.

Some other criteria include an excessive sense of entitlement, a lack of empathy, constant envy and the belief that others are envious of them, and haughty behaviors, all of which we already tackled before.

So, taking everything in consideration, we come to the conclusion that although Guren has displayed some narcissistic attitudes, overall he does not fit the profile, therefore, Guren is not a narcissist.

This of course doesn't mean that we have to condone all the bad things he's done, but rather may help us gain a bit more insight into Guren's character. Exploring his relationship's dynamics, and other mental health conditions which's profiles he may fit would be fun as well. He is indeed a very flawed character, and maybe that's what makes him interesting.

And that's it, if you read the whole thing, thank you for sticking till the end :) If you enjoyed this do let me know and in the future maybe we can tackle some other ons characters and their issues from a clinical perspective, I would also love to know your opinion on this if you have one or for you to point out any contradictions, mistakes or important things I may have missed to make this post better. Thanks for reading ♡. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #guren ichinose #ons #gureshin #shinya hiiragi #catastrophe at 16 #yuichiro hyakuya #narcisstic personality disorder #character analysis #ichinose guren #catastrophe at sixteen #sote #guren's squad

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chicken-fifi · 6 months

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At Gwanghwamun | Kyuhyun (SuJu)

Pairing: Cho Kyuhyun x Reader

Requested by anon: hello, can i get one with kyuhyun ? he and the reader decide to meet again at gwanghwamun after years of breaking up, and realice they still love and miss each other thanks

Genre: angst

Word Count: 1,152 words

A/n: i did use the english translation of the song since i was motivated to do a song fic for this post. hopefully it was a good one and if you haven't listened to this masterpiece, here you go! At Gwanghwamun by Kyuhyun.

How was your day? There’s still a little bit of summer left For some reason, I had a tiring day When the leaves changed color on the side of the road of Gwanghwamun That was when I finally lifted my head

“How was your day?” Kyuhyun asked after a moment's silence between the two of you, shortly after you arrived at the main square of Gwanghwamun. “Autumn's approaching quite fast this year so I imagine it’s making keeping the kids inside for recess harder-”

“It’s been tiring,” you replied, ignoring his rambling and chuckling at his nervousness.

Why was he the one this nervous when he was the one who originally suggested the possibility of meeting up? Then again, he probably didn’t think you’d agree without an argument. In fact, you weren’t even sure why you had agreed. It’s been years since you last spoke to one another, and you hadn’t ended on good terms to where it would be natural to meet up after all the pain the two of you caused one another at the moment of your relationship's demise.

“Work or life, in general that is?”

You lifted your head from staring at the concrete below you finally meeting his gaze for the first time since your arrival. He’d grown up, although after ten years that was bound to happen. You were certain you also looked different, changed, face painted with the signs of age settling along the edge of your eyes and laugh lines.

Much like how the changing color of the leaves from their vibrant greens to vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges, before dulling into brown, maybe the two of you had changed in more ways than just your physical appearance. The leaves chlorophyll production slows down and then stops and eventually all the chlorophyll is destroyed showing the colors underneath, maybe you guys had grown up slowing down the resentment you’d both held for one another before festering into guilt and shame, the need to forgive and be forgive driving the two of you to change, to show who the two of you were not at your respective stages in life.

“Life,” you replied, not being able to stop the smile that formed on your face as you recalled the good old days when this conversation would normally lead to a night of drinking away the day’s struggles. “But I suppose that’s how it’ll always be. Especially since…”

We used to shine so bright together But now we are strangers In your arms, the world was mine Goodbye to those childish days

“Since things changed,” he finished.

For so long he’d looked back at the memories of the two of you with disdain and utter hatred. Hating the way you’d left so easily, the way you both destroyed each other in a matter of seconds, it was all some form of trauma for him that he never wished to relive. Yet within recent months, he’d begun to remember all the good times, which greatly outnumbered the bad. He was convinced the two of you were twin flames for so long. And then you became a stranger who’s laugh he would forever be able to recognize anywhere.

You’d been his world and he yours.

You were each other's life source. Living and breathing solely for the other. And maybe that’s why it all went to shit.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “That’s probably why.”

Today, like a fool, I am standing at that spot Getting wet in the rain Waiting for you, who won’t come I was happy At the memories of holding hands and walking together, I look back In case you are standing there

As the two of you walked around the square, following the flow of the people doing the same, you kept a respectable amount of distance between the two of you, not allowing your shoulders or hands to brush. It was strange. Under any normal circumstances, two former lovers meeting up and walking around the square they had gone to often as a couple should’ve been awkward and painful to endure. Yet the silence was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said because it felt as though everything was already being said in your silence. Every single apology, regret, sorrow, emotion was being expressed and accepted by the other.

Even when the two of you finally did start speaking, reminiscing about your relationship, nothing seemed strained. The two of you were reliving fond memories, finally glad to be able to see them happily and know that it wasn’t just one of you who still laughed about the one time Kyuhyun got stuck in the bathroom and you had to remove the door knob to rescue him.

That continued for a while before the silence came back, warmer than before. Your cheeks are equally warm and hurting from the smiling you’d both done. Your heart was warm as you walked beside him, much closer than before. Everything was peaceful, if even just for that moment.

I don’t know if living in this world Is just about always looking for another person As I came to this street, filled with the aroma of coffee That was when I finally smiled

The cafe was a nice change from the chilly air. Steam from your coffee wafted up, the ceramic mug warmed your hands. Sipping carefully, you sighed as the hot beverage warmed you up, only to grimace as you watched Kyuhyun take a sip of his iced Americano. He sent you a weird look to which you shook your head not wanting to dwell on the cultural norm.

“I will never be able to understand drinking iced coffee in the cold,” you muttered with a smile. “But I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same just for the heck of it.”

He chuckled, leaning back in his seat as his gaze wandered the people walking by the window. A family walked past, a small child in between their parents, swinging every other step. The couple’s mouths were open in what appeared to be a laugh before they smiled lovingly at one another shortly before their attention was taken by their joint creation of love.

Would the two of you have kids by now if things hadn’t happened the way they did?

“Kyuhyun,” you whispered softly, looking at the couple as well. “There’s something I think you should know.”

It was the first time that someone made me that nervous You were the only one You were more lovable than anyone else But why did you leave me?

“I don’t think I ever stopped loving you,” you admitted. “I can’t deny that I was angry at you for everything. But we’re both so young and…so naive to think we could take on the world. Just us. And-”

“You don’t have-”

“I miss what we had. And I miss you. But I don’t think I could ever come back to you.”

His eyebrows furrowed.

“I don’t want to fall in love with the idea I had of you back then. I don’t want to fall in love with a memory of you.”

He didn’t say a word as you continued speaking. He couldn’t say a word when everything you were saying was valid. Even if it hurts to hear.

“Maybe one day,” Kyuhyun started as the two of you stood outside the cafe. “We can explore the idea of being together again. But if we don’t, just know that the memory of us is something I will always treasure and hold dear to my heart.”

You smiled softly, hesitating before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“I really do love you,” you whispered, voice cracking. “But I need to make sure that I love you, not the memory of you.”

He held you tightly before pulling away, his heart breaking just a bit, but mending itself even more.

“For the record,” he began, “I missed you too.”

At that place, I get to know How I’m slowly changing every day In the far days ahead, just smile for me I’m happy Because today, this place is just as beautiful as back then

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malum-forev · 1 year

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Game On: Chapter Eight

Chapter Seven

She rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands until she saw purple and yellow stars cover her already blurry vision. It seemed the stark contrast of the white chalk against the once emerald green board wasn’t enough of an eyesore for Mrs. Patterson, one of (Y/N)’s teachers, she was insistent on writing everything in her infamous script handwriting. Sometimes, when she closed her eyes, the red ink on last semester’s paper that read: ‘Your closing argument is not only structurally incorrect but factually inaccurate.’ Still haunted (Y/N).

Mrs. Patterson looked down at her polished silver watch, nine forty-five. “Judging by your empty eyes, I think now would be a good place to stop.”

Scattered chuckles could be heard around the room but what was most noticeable was the sighs of relief. The 7:30 pm double lecture was hard to handle but having one of the most decorated teachers in that time slot became almost unbearable. (Y/N) got up to stretch her back and pick up her things as people started shuffling out of the classroom.

“Law students sure know how to enjoy a Friday night.” She instantly recognized his voice.

‘Deep breath, one, two, three.’ She counted in her head before turning around.

“What can I say, they don’t call us the life of the party for nothing.” She smiled. “I thought you had practice tonight, you know to get ready for the big game next week.”

Bucky clutched the left side of his chest. “You know my schedule? Don’t make me blush.”

(Y/N) hiked her tote bag up and walked past him towards the door and peeked her head out, looking both ways. Once she turned around, she bumped into his chest.

She pushed him away from her and from any potential witnesses. “What are you doing here?”

Bucky leaned on the wall closest to the door and started shuffling through his backpack. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“That statement didn’t answer my question.” She crossed her arms. “Someone could see you here.”

“Why?” Bucky asked, his furrowed eyebrows cast a dark shadow on his celeste eyes.

“Your eyes look like marbles when you make that face.” She stated.

His features softened and a deep dimple appeared next to his newly revealed pearly whites. “That statement didn’t answer my question.”

“Your argument becomes invalid once you’ve repeated my structure.”

“The class that just ended was legal argumentation right?” He chuckled.

It was her turn to mimic his act. “You know my schedule? Don’t make me blush.”

He rolled his eyes and threw his head back. “I came to give you this.”

Dangled in front of her eyes, (Y/N) immediately recognized the thin gold bracelet. She gasped and took it out of Bucky’s hands. “Where did you find it!”

“I do believe people usually say ‘thank you’.” Bucky chuckled. “That’s why I’d been calling.”

Although this made (Y/N) feel even more guilty about avoiding him, she could never tell him the truth. “This week has been kind of crazy.”

Bucky laced his hand in hers and brought (Y/N) into a hug. He said “Alright.” Without believing a word she spoke.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re coming to the game next Thursday right?”

“I think won’t be able-“

“Please?” He interrupted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She looked up to meet his eyes, their noses touching. “Okay.”

Again, a smile creeped on to his lips and he turned his head to bring them closer to hers but (Y/N) turned and took a step back.

Bucky sighed and closed his eyes. “Sorry, I forgot.”

(Y/N) cleared her throat and turned towards the door. “So, I’ll see you on Thursday?”

“I was actually thinking we could see each other on Sunday. Steve is leaving and I have the apartment to myself.” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, a crimson tint adorning his cheeks.

“Sure, just text me.” She smiled.

“Promise you’ll answer?”

“I promise.” She nodded before leaving the classroom. The winter air of January helped her cool down. She brought her hand up to her lips, her heartbeat more present there than inside of her chest, but they only made her remember what had happened a week ago.

The sound of glasses clinking and her friends’ laughter brought (Y/N) joy. It had been a few hours since they had all celebrated the new year. The scene before her eyes made her feel like she was a little kid again, no worries no deadlines just now.

“Are you coming or not?!” Natasha laughed from the front door, kicking her shoes off on her way out.

“I’ll keep your clothes safe.” (Y/N) smiled and headed out.

The previous day had been unusually sunny, the deep ray of warmth cast over the snow had made some of the water at the lake in front of Steve’s cabin melt. So, the obvious conclusion the group had come to (during the final sips of the fourth champagne bottle and the start of the second tequila shot) was to skinny dip.

“In some cultures, it brings luck into the new year.” Sam tried to justify as he unzipped his pants.

“Please!” (Y/N) let out a loud laugh. “There has to be at least one of us that doesn’t get pneumonia!”

“Anything bad that happens to you this semester, I’m blaming it on not jumping in!” Wanda yelled as she jumped in. One by one they all shrieked from the cold and erupted in laughter from the alcohol.

(Y/N) was starting to pile all of her friends’ belongings when she felt someone throw her over their shoulder.

“Can’t let you have bad luck this year, doll.” Bucky laughed as he brought her closer to the edge of the dock. “You have two options: take off your clothes and jump with us or I’ll throw you in with everything you’ve got on.”

Wanda, Steve, Sam, and Natasha cheered from their position inside of the lake.

“Okay, okay! I’ll jump in! Just turn around!” (Y/N) said through laughs.

As everyone turned around, (Y/N) quickly discarded her clothes. Bucky peeked through his fingers, that covered his eyes. He double checked that no one was looking, although judging from his friends’ alcohol intake it was possible that even if someone saw them, none would remember. He brought her close to him, their chests touching.

“Three.” He whispered.

“What are you doing?” She questioned, worried.

“Two.”

“James, let’s just jump.” (Y/N) turned to look at her friends but they weren’t even paying attention, the group was too preoccupied with the freezing water to even care.

“One.”

(Y/N) grabbed his hand and took him to the border of the dock, but Bucky brought her back to him.

“Happy New Year, doll.” He smiled before bringing his lips to hers. The passionate kiss took her by surprise. It wasn’t like before, it wasn’t filled with deep breaths and hunger, a desire. It was soft and deep, something (Y/N) had never experienced before. But suddenly the pleasure turned into warmth, a burning feeling that covered her skin. A feeling of all too much consumption. (Y/N) pulled away, breathless. Her widened eyes met his and in a moment of desperation and before she could even conceptualize what was happening, she jumped.

The cheers of her friends, drowned her thoughts and as she rose back to the top the clattering of her teeth and the drop of her body temperature numbed anything and everything.

Sometime later, once they couldn’t feel their toes anymore, all of them started filing into the cabin. But before (Y/N) could enter, Bucky pulled her aside hidden from anyone’s view.

“What was that about?” His eyes spoke millions of words, those his lips couldn’t pronounce. “I don’t even get a ‘Happy New Year Buck?’.”

“Happy New Year Buck.” She repeated, her eyes focused on the ground.

He took his index finger to her chin and lifted it up. “Tell me, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

(Y/N) debated telling him, bearing her naked soul to him. Putting herself in an even more vulnerable position than she had been with him some night before. But Bucky noticed immediately, her eyes changed and it was as if the walls had built up again.

“If we want this to work, we cannot kiss.” She stated sternly.

“What-“

“Friends with benefits, no kissing. Ever.” She interrupted.

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. He took her hand and placed it on his, rubbing circles on her wrist. “One of these days, you’re going to wind yourself up a little bit too much. And you’re going to fall apart. Everything is more complicated whenever your head gets in front of your heart.”

“Those are the terms, take it or leave it.” Her blank stare challenged him, (Y/N) pulled her hand back and crossed her arms. “I’m going inside.”

In a matter of seconds, Bucky was left alone with the winter breeze and in his hand he held the snapped gold bracelet that was wrapped around (Y/N)’s wrist.

Sunday rolled around faster than (Y/N) had anticipated. Before she knew it, she had already avoided her roommates’ questions, grabbed some coffee and was laying on Bucky’s bed with only a thin bedsheet covering her, his comforter had been long gone.

Bucky walked in with both of the coffees in his hand. “This kid Peter really has the hots for you.”

“Why are you talking like a transatlantic news broadcaster?” She smiled as he handed over the coffee.

“In case you lost my number.” Bucky read out loud the ten digits that Peter had written on the side of the cup.

“Oh god, I seriously don’t have time to let him down easy.” She closed her eyes and rested her head on Bucky’s headboard.

“If you don’t watch out, you’ll get a heartbreaker reputation.” Bucky chuckled as he traced his fingers up and down her arm.

(Y/N) opened her mouth but quickly closed it, she couldn’t think of anything to say. Anything that wouldn’t come out as a lie, and in this moment she could only lie.

“So, this friends with benefits thing. It comes with the ‘friends’ part right?” Bucky asked and (Y/N) nodded. “So, can I ask you something?”

She chuckled. “Sure.”

“No ox two.” Bucky looked at her as serious as ever.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but erupt in laughter. “What are you on about?”

“So when my sister and I were younger, my ma wanted to create like a secret phrase. Something with which we had to tell the truth but she promised that we wouldn’t be in trouble. And since we weren’t allowed to say ‘bullshit’ she came up with ox two. Ox as in similar to bull and Two as in number two, shit.” Bucky explained.

Her laughter did not seize but instead intensified.

“When you promise no ox two, you have to tell the truth.”

“I promise, no ox two.” (Y/N) smiled.

“Why are you insistent on not dating?” Bucky asked her.

(Y/N) took another deep breath. “Look, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Great way to start.” Bucky chuckled.

“All my life, I’ve had to work double at everything just to prove that I’m capable. I constantly have to jump through an insane amount of hoops to end up with a great result, even better than anyone around me, especially any of my male classmates. But even when I show that I can deliver better, they say I am just not enough.”

“I don’t doubt Peter is a great guy but, I am not willing to sacrifice everything I’ve done for someone. One single comment from Peter could ruin everything I’ve worked for. Now, instead of being hard working, I try too hard. Because I put my studies in front of my love life, I’m a prude. If I ever decide things don’t work out, I’m a bitch.”

“Instead of opening yourself up, you live in this shell. Only hyper focusing on your goal.” Bucky uttered.

(Y/N) scoffed. “Of course you would judge me.”

Bucky turned to face her. “I’m not judging, I just think sometimes you should stop and enjoy the ride. I wouldn’t want you to get to where you want to be, only to realize the journey was part of the reward.”

(Y/N) let out a small smile. “This thing between you and me, that’s the most adventurous I’ve ever been.”

“Well, don’t worry about me. My lips are sealed, no one will ever know what goes on.” Bucky closed the gap between the two of them and started leaving a trail of kisses from her collarbone to the edge of her lips, but never once touching them.

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nothorses · 1 year

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As an atheist who frequently despairs at the way progressive tumblr talks about us, I've loved reading your recent posts on the subject. You've articulated some stuff that bugged me but I could never quite describe, like how people think of atheism as some broken remnant of christianity rather than a valid worldview on its own.

But there's one thing you've emphasized repeatedly that I just don't think I can agree with: the idea that other people being confidently convinced of their beliefs means that we should act less confident of ours. Yes, I recognize that most religious people are at least as confident in their faiths as I am in my non-belief. But people are confidently wrong all the time, about all kinds of stuff. When anti-vaxxers, flat earthers, climate change deniers, homeopaths, astrologers, or psychics are confidently wrong, we don't take it as a reminder to humble ourselves in the face of disagreement, especially when it comes time to make decisions based on the facts at issue. Sure, we usually don't preach about it to strangers, maybe we decide it's not worth losing a relationship over, maybe we don't bring it up at thanksgiving, but we don't throw our hands up and declare it a tie because both sides wrote down an answer.

Like, let's be clear, this is a question of fact, just like any pseudoscience or conspiracy theory. The supernatural does not exist. Humankind has spent the entirety of our species' history looking for it, we would all desperately like for any of it to be real, and if there was anything there to find, we would've found something by now.

So why does the fact that a lot of people are confidently wrong about that mean that the ones who aren't have to act less confident than everyone else?

It's not that we need to be "less confident" in our beliefs; I have seen people argue that you can't prove a negative or whatever, there's stuff we don't understand yet, so we can't actually claim atheism is Definitely Correct. and like. I fundamentally disagree with that, actually. it's not something I want to get in arguments on tumblr about (can you fucking imagine) but I think the logical conclusion of "you can't prove a negative" is not "therefore, anything you can't prove isn't true is equally as valid". it's that demanding people to prove a negative is unreasonable, and the onus of proof in fact falls on the people claiming a positive.

this is also how things work when someone on tumblr claims I'm a sex freak who hates women and is also a TERF: it's not my responsibility to prove that whatever unhinged accusations some rando on the internet comes up with aren't true. it's their responsibility to prove that they are.

but here's the thing: it's not about who's right, here. that doesn't actually matter.

there are two things you need to consider here:

1. How likely this person is to listen to you

2. Whether the thing they believe actually has a notable impact on anyone else.

Anti-vaxxers believe something that directly and adversely impacts other people. Climate change deniers also do. Flat-earthers conceivably could be harmless, but the roots and execution of that ideology lead to a lot of harmful, antisemitic conspiracy theories that do harm to real life people.

But like, I don't care if Cindy from class thinks astrology is real. I don't actually have to worry about that unless she starts trying to discriminate against people based on their star signs (looking at you, white queer 20-somethings looking for roommates in Seattle).

I don't care if my mom thinks teatree oil is gonna help her... idk, whatever she thinks teatree oil does. She also takes the meds she needs and sees a doctor about stuff, and the addition of teatree oil isn't hurting her. I worry even less about adult strangers making medical decisions for themselves; that's their business, and their choice. I'll take issue with it if they deprive anyone else of necessary medical care on that basis.

#1 is harder to consider, I think. A lot of us want it to be the case that others will listen to us, and a lot of us want to believe that if our arguments are good enough and we're good enough at it, we can get through to anyone.

That's a fantasy. A very silly, very egotistical fantasy likely to drive you to frustration, and ultimately to isolation. The fact of the matter is that it's rarely about you; people decide to listen or not, and there's nothing you can do about it if they decide not to listen. Pushing the issue doesn't change that.

When people accuse me of unhinged shit on tumblr, I don't take it upon myself to prove a negative. I might address those claims in some way, and remind people to get proof of the positive first, but only if it gets to be enough of an issue that I feel I need to. Ultimately, I know the people making those claims don't care, and aren't listening; the only reason I address them at all is if they have an adverse impact on me or others.

People who believe in things we don't believe exist... well, first, they often do believe they have proof. That's just not a basis you're gonna win an argument about that on. And, also, they have no intention of listening to you- and that's fine. As long as their beliefs aren't causing them to hurt others, nobody needs to worry about it. And if they do, we can worry about the impact and the things directly relating to it instead of trying to convince every religious person with flaws to just stop being religious.

Some atheists are assholes because of what they believe. That's not a fact we can ignore, either.

At the end of the day, the goal is just to share space with others. We don't need everyone to agree with us, we don't need everyone to believe the same things, and it's a good idea, in fact, to look at those other beliefs/religions/etc. and see value in them- the value they add to the lives of those who are a part of them, and the value they add to others' through those people.

At a certain point, it doesn't matter if something is Objectively True. Oftentimes we don't know, or can't know- but that doesn't matter either. The obsession with objective truth is very much a white Western one, and it's done a lot of harm to people- entire cultures, even.

You can't be an econ major looking at this through the lens of hard numbers; you need to factor in human life, compassion, and context. It's not about who's right; it's about being a good person.

#atheism

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paraparathecow · 1 year

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Kris is not "a knight", Kris is THE knight.

Of all the characters we know, Kris seems to be the one most emotionally attached to the unused classroom.

It just makes sense that the only human teen in the entire town, who grew up with divorced parents and no special achievements, would try to do something like making a dark fountain when their big brother leaves.

Another thing that ties the card kingdom fountain to Kris is how it "recently appeared". Do you know what else happened recently? Asriel went to college. You could assume both things happened at around the same time.

But wait, if Kris did indeed open the fountain in CH1, how come king doesn't recognize them?

Well. The simple answer is that king literally never met the knight. The knight must be a lighter, since only lighntners can open fountains. If king met the knight, and realized it's a lighter, wouldn't he change his opinion about them? Well, you could say king is a hypocrite, but even then -

There is no in game evidence for king (or any darkner, in fact) meeting or knowing the knight.

(yes, even the secret bosses didn't necessarily meet the knight.)

The closet thing we get to this is a couple of characters saying "the knight arrived" (which, considering dark world lore is retroactive, means about as much as "the fountain was made")

The closet thing from king is during his battle when he says "my knight..." Which isn't too different from saying "my god..." Or something in this style. Definitely doesn't mean king ever met the knight.

What about chapter 2, then? Surely that one completely disproves the theory right? Well, if you pay attention to details, NOPE.

Let's go over the counter arguments one by one.

Q1: If Kris made the fountain during CH1's ending, how come Noelle & berdly had their books on the table and bags on the floor immediately after the fountain was sealed?

A: remember this scene in CH1?

We could easily assume something similar happened to Noelle and berdly. The papers on the floor stayed Normal, so maybe the table did too. They walked in, realized it's dark, put there stuff down, then fell.

Q1.5: why were the books outside the bags then?

A: Look at how they carry their bags and books. There's your answer. alternatively, maybe they started studying in the other room but realized they’d rather work in the computer room.

Q2: why were they on the other side of the table? wouldn't it make more sense if they put their stuff down earlier?

A: there are two possible answers.

One is that this was ignored to make it so that the characters you are talking to are facing the camera (for better presentation)

Another is that it's possible that the light switch of the room is usually positioned in such a way that would make them go around the table before actually realizing it's not where it's supposed to be.

Q3: why were they slouched over when the fountain sealed?

A: why wouldn't they be? We never get to see how Susie and Kris are the first time they exist a dark world by sealing it. It could very easily be an experience that knock you unconscious for a bit. Another explanation is for a bit of extra suspense in snowgrave. You don't immediately know if berdly will wake up.

Q3.5: whey weren't Kris and Susie slouched over then?

A: we don't actually know if they were. When Kris falls asleep in class, there's no special sprite for it, and they definitely were slouched over.. another option is that Kris woke up after Susie so we never get to see her unconscious. A third option is that you can get used to this experience.

Q4: why don't Noelle and berdly mention anything about entering the room when it was very dark or falling down?

A: they don't mention anything else about how they got into the dark world either, so it's not that strong of a point. But it could be due to shock, being evrowhelmed, believing it was also part of the dream...

With this, I think I covered all the counterarguments to Kris being the knight. If I missed any, feel free to add them below, and I'll try to answer as many as I have free time for

#deltarune #deltarune theory #kris deltarune #deltarune knight #ho ho ho! i'm lost and confused!

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greenerteacups · 10 months

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Lol here comes something I would only say or think when it comes to fanfiction :-p

I know they’re 14 and emotions are high, but is it weird that I think that Hermione, or really any of them, doesn’t really take the time to put themselves in Draco’s shoes. Give him a little bit of a break here. He was/is being raised a certain way, but is trying. From the Quidditch Cup chapter, the League meetings, the pureblood parties you see that he feels disgust by what’s going on. I think they’re unconsciously pushing Draco away more than anything. These intense arguments and passive aggressive comments….I can get why Draco feels so panicked from both sides now. I liked that he was questioning the company of Pansy and Theo before and now they’re a better source of comfort and understanding? Ahhh I need the next chapter NOW lol.

Also is Blaise coming back? He’s so utterly fabulous, and I want mooooreeeee.

As always thank you kind writer. I was one of the early readers here and it tickles me seeing how much this fic has blown up. You’re surely making a name of yourself in the Dramione Hall of Fame.

I mean, I don't think it's weird — Draco would certainly agree with you! I always worry that one of the problems of writing exclusively from such a close 3rd is that we lose Hermione's perspective on issues like this one, especially since Draco's is so intensely felt, and he struggles to feel personal empathy on this issue especially. So I'll just throw in a word for her side (and the other Gryffindors', by extent) and say where I think she's coming from. I hope it doesn't come across as an attempt to change your mind, however — I don't want to be one of those authors who tries to hammer everyone into a single understanding/perspective on the text.

The others would probably claim that they're already giving him quite a bit of sympathy. When he calls Hermione's parents "your muggles" (frequent) or remarks about them being less civilized (also not infrequent, and the fact that he thinks of them as "jokes" obscures the fact that Hermione is consistently made angry/unhappy by them), the fact that they don't immediately go "hey, that's a gross way to talk about human beings, can you stop?" is a gesture of understanding and patience on their part. But it's grating on Hermione. She doesn't like having her parents referred to like a different species! Her tolerance is a massive expenditure of energy and emotional wellbeing, and it's not sustainable. When she gets angry at his defense of Snape in Ch49, she's also making what she considers a valid point: she just learned that her teacher, at one point, wanted to kill her, and she's probably making the same inference about Draco's father (if she hasn't already). That scares her, and so her normal levels of patience are diminished by the fact that she's perceiving a direct threat to her life, and Draco is refusing to recognize it, which scares her even more. Which doesn't negate the work that Draco has done to earn her trust — she doesn't accuse him of anything like that level of cruelty, she just sort of takes him to task for defending it — but the point is, they're both putting in tremendous effort to make this friendship work.

There's also the fact that Draco doesn't communicate a lot of his inner conflict to the others. They're his friends, so they can see parts of it — they also have probably noticed how much his language around muggles has changed, and he's getting points for it in the form of tolerance for other areas where he comes up short. But it's worth remembering exactly how bad the ideology that Draco is grappling with is. Hermione sort of gets the final word, here: Draco's trying to defend men who wanted to kill her. He's doing his best, but just as there are limits to his capacity for change, there are also limits to her capacity for understanding.

#anyway thank you for the very kind words!#i hope you enjoy the next chapter #and thanks for sticking around! it's been a wild ride to be sure #lionheart spoilers

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cursmudgeon · 4 months

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This is so crazy to me because that is like the one place where you just objectively can't put ai. It wouldn't work. There's no way to make it work. Like fuck them for trying to put it anywhere in the pipeline at all but storyboards are the last place you would ever want it. I'm a firm believer that no matter where you put AI tech in art it's at best going to give you something mediocre and difficult to work with. It's just too much of a black box with too few direct controls. But there are some applications where I can at least see the argument. Background painting for animation is an amazing and complex art form but I can understand how you could use AI to get something mediocre but serviceable by generating a full render based on a sketch. Inbetweening is tedious and while I'm sure AI wouldn't hold a candle to a human for subtle acting I can see where someday you might be able to create a better version of auto-tweening that could handle more complex timing. Hell, clean up and coloring are both slow fiddly tedious processes that would make sense to cut corners on. Again I think cutting any of those jobs is a lazy and poorly thought out idea that you'd only pull if you're creatively bankrupt and only in it for the money but I can see how it would actually save money while still actually making something that resembles a show you could watch. But storyboarding is the one thing that this kind of statistical model will never be able to do. Statistical learning models cannot comprehend things, they don't know what a story is. They can't even tell a knock knock joke let alone a compelling story because they have no way of remembering the events that have happened in the story already or understanding that the pixels and words that they are assembling even relate to the concept of an event. They mash phrases and colors into something that vaguely resembles other stuff that they've been told contains keywords. That's it.

But you expect me to believe you're going to get one to understand enough film language to tell a compelling story over a thousand separate images while consistently keeping the characters believably in the same space and recognizable? And it's gonna do that faster than a person doing thirty second sketches? Nah. I don't buy it.

The amount of bullshit you have to do to convince the black box to put the correct character on the left side of the screen facing the right direction in one image would already be more work than doing rough thumbnails of the whole scene. There is so much specific problem solving that has to go into making a storyboard. We have a hundred years of highly specific cultural baggage that defines how we interpret films. No generative statistical training model will ever be able to do that because they are just not remotely capable of understanding what they're making. They aren't and can't be conscious entities with the ability to interpret meaning, no matter how many objects they can recognize or words they can predict would be likely to follow other words. At best you'll wind up with a jumble of blobs that vaguely resemble the compositions of other films thrown together in an order that makes no sense and some poor worker who you've demoted to a revisionist position will have to sort through them and try to turn them into something that makes any sense and it's going to be slower and worse than if you'd just paid someone to do it right the first time.

If this is true and there are executives who think this is going to happen, they're gonna have a bad wakeup call when they realize their expensive machines aren't capable of more than the visual equivalent of word salad.

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nightspires · 2 years

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After seeing the clip of the boxing match in 1x08 from the trailer, I couldn’t get the idea of Rose and Dimitri having an argument about the trials, layered by all the angsty goodness of what happened in 1x07, out of my head. So, here you go:

“Please tell me you’re not actually going to fight for Tatiana?”

Rose finds Dimitri after his name was announced alongside hers. The two of them will face one another in the trials to decide the next monarch of the dominion. Even while actively avoiding Dimitri, she can’t seem to escape him. If she was pious, she might think it was through some sort of sick excuse for divine intervention — but as it is, she’s pretty sure she just has terrible luck.

It’s dark, Dimitri is outlined in moonlight, his arms crossed. Tall and broad and stoic, as ever. His jaw clenches. He takes a measured breath before responding.

“Yes, I am,” he confirms. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Why?” Rose crows, anger bubbling to the surface. “Why would you agree to that?”

Dimitri uncrosses his arms, letting them hang by his side.

“For the same reason you agreed to fight for Victor.”

Rose actually laughs. He can’t be serious. She’s known Victor most of her life. He’s looked out for both her and Lissa. He is a good man. He would be a good king.

“That's not the same at all, and you know it,” she says, venomous.

“I know you like to think you’re above it all, Rose, but you’re not. We don’t make the decisions here. The moroi do.”

Rose feels a stab of irritation, sick and tired of everyone around her telling who she’s supposed to be, how she’s supposed to feel, what she should be doing with her life. She doesn’t get to make many choices about her future. The one thing she really wanted for herself — the one thing she has ever ached for this much — is beyond reach. Even if he’s standing right in front of her.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Rose cries, taking a step closer. She’s in his space now, close enough she can almost feel his warmth. She has a flash — a dark night, a warm embrace. It’s all gone now.

There’s nothing left of what they were except this painful awkwardness between them.

“Rose, I—” Dimitri starts, but Rose cuts him off.

“You can’t do this, Dimitri. Tatiana is the worst. She’ll set us all back a hundred years. She’s the reason Mikhail is dead.”

Dimitri’s eyebrows snap together, a tick of annoyance. The first crack in the glass.

“You think that I want to fight for her? That I have a choice in the matter?” Dimitri asks, frustration lacing his words.

Of course this all comes down to choice.

When they first met, Dimitri had been buttoned up. He was closed off, and he liked it that way. A dutiful guardian, through and through. She could never get a read on him, and she wasn’t sure if she really wanted to.

But in the months since he unceremoniously tackled her to the ground (which, rude, by the way), Rose had started to recognize his tells. When Dimitri crosses his arms, frustration roils off of him. A roll of his eyes tells her that he’s exasperated — either at her, himself or a situation. When he clenches his jaw, Rose wants to kiss him. She’s pretty sure he wants to kiss her when that happens too.

One thing Rose is painfully familiar with is Dimitri’s sense of duty. His fear of losing control. It shows in his careful gaze, the way he chastises her when she pushes the boundaries a little. She has weeks of wanting so badly her chest feels like it’s going to break open to show for Dimitri’s inability to ever choose something for himself.

She’s tired of it.

“Of course you have a choice! We all do. This place has you and everyone in it so fucking brainwashed,” Rose barks.

Dimitri’s eyes soften for a moment. His gaze roaming Rose’s face. When he speaks, his words are soft, muted. Almost pleading.

“What would you have me do, Rose? Turn her down?”

“Yes!’ Rose insists. “You turn her down. You have to turn her down.”

Dimitri shakes his head, rolling his eyes ever so slightly.

“You want me to say no to the potential future queen of the dominion? A woman who, as you well know, is no friend to dhampirs? And certainly not to those that go against her.”

“If you wanted to do it, you would,” Rose says.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Yes. It is that simple,” she replies. Rose hesitates for a moment. Then lands her killing blow. Drives her stake home. “You just don’t want to try. Which seems to be a pattern with you.”

Dimitri flinches, like he's been stung. His voice is low and measured. He's angry now. “Rose, not all of us have the luxury of a princess' favour. It's not up to me."

He's lost, Rose thinks. Everything she saw in him locked away, hidden behind a glass of fear and duty and fucked up morality. It hurts to look at him.

“Save it, comrade. I’ll see you in the ring. Maybe then you'll listen."

#romitri #vampire academy #rose hathaway #dimitri belikov #they drive me insane #this is not well written but i couldnt get this argument out of my head #my text #my writing #romitri fanfiction #va fanfiction #jen writes

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charliedawn · 2 years

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Hello! I don't know if asks are open. If they aren't, you can fully ignore this and I apologize. However if they are open, how would both Penny brothers react to Michael Myers' shy daughter (who is a new patient) being their shared mate? Also, what kind of best friend would Carrie be to said new female patient?

Thank you in advance and I hope you have the best morning/evening. 🙂

Carrie would immediately be drawn to you as she would recognize herself in you and appreciate your introversion.

Carrie isn't one to make friends easily, but she found something in you that made her feel as if she could open up to you.

You helped each other become a little bit braver and she found in you an anchor and you found in her someone who you could relate to and laugh with when times are rough.

You then quickly became best friends and she even introduced you to her adoptive father (Liam) and her other adopted sister (Sadako).

She basically made you part of the family.

Carrie was the first one to notice the soft spot that the Penny Brothers have for you.

She didn’t want to pry, but she overheard one of their arguments about you and decided to tell you.

You *surprised at the news* : "Nah..Stop pulling my leg here !"

Carrie : "Come on. It's obvious, Y/N. The way they're looking at you..They really like you."

You *shake your head* : "No way..They can't..They wouldn't..*moment of silent thinking*...Would they ?"

Carrie *roll her eyes and smiles* : "You really are clueless..They were practically drooling, during all dinner."

You *laughs* : "And ? What's new ?"

Carrie *laughs too* : "Good point."

Both clowns became infatuated with you for different reasons.

Penny saw in you a challenge and Pennywise, an equal.

Penny is outgoing and the type of clown to crack a smile on anyone’s face and he saw your shyness as something he may use to his advantage (still evil clown here)

He saw it as his personal goal to make himself your only friend at first and then, your only mate.

Penny *smiles widely when he sees you and takes your hand to dance with you in front of everyone* : "COME ON, Y/N ! COME DANCE WITH ME ! LET'S HAVE SOME FUN..*pulls you closer to whisper in your ear*..Let all the idiots see who you belong to.."

He would make sure that everybody knows you're taken..Permanently.

However, Pennywise wouldn't see it the same way.

Pennywise *glares at the both of you dancing before walking away with his hands in his pockets and trying to get away from the crowds*

You *notice and run after him* : "Pennywise ! Wait.."

Pennywise *surprised when you grab him by the arm and smile up at him*

You : "Where are we going ?"

Him *smiles and shrugs* : "Where you wanna ?"

You *think about it* : "How about..*favorite place* ?"

Him *smiles and nods* : "Fine by me.."

Pennywise can create illusions and its something you both like to do to get away from the world.

Penny can too, but Penny has trouble controlling his powers sometimes and could very well send you both to a whole other place, a nightmarish one with alternate dimensions' abominations.

Pennywise is more experienced and was enticed by your shy nature and kind-hearted personality.

Things…changed, when they discovered they were both after the same mate.

What you have to understand is that it will be difficult for the clowns to share.

They are both pretty possessive and are quick to become jealous, especially since Penny is very sure of himself and his brother is not.

Penny will try to assert dominance very quickly.

Penny *giggles as he understands that his brother is after the same mate as him and tilts his head to the side with a mocking grin* : "You should quit now, brother..Before you get hurt."

Pennywise *glares at him and huffs a laugh* : "Really ? And why is that ?"

Pennywise *giggles again, as if the answer is obvious* : "Because, they'll eventually choose me at the end."

Pennywise would be overwhelmed with self-doubt, as he knows Penny is right.

Penny is cuter, younger and his shape-shifting powers more evolved than his would ever be..

And besides that, Pennywise would do anything for Penny, even forgetting his own happiness and let him have you..

But, then would appear Michael and his words of wisdom. 😂

Michael *sighs and writes down* : "Why the long face ?"

Pennywise *growls half-heartedly* : "You wouldn’t understand.."

Michael *arks a skeptical eyebrow and writes down* : "Try me.."

Michael is not only your father, he acts as a father figure to all of the slashers and even though he is quite protective, he is not particularly possessive.

He understands that the mating process is not one you choose and would do his best to help the Penny Brothers.

He would try to be as understanding as possible and not let his affection for you keep you away from your happiness.

He would help you if you've got doubts, but also help the Penny Brothers if they come to him for advice.

...However, if they hurt you ?

Myers doesn't have any fears.

May God have mercy on the Penny Brothers..because the boogeyman won't have any.

#carrie white #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #michael myers x daughter!reader #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #slashers au #slashers

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Could I ask for two?

Jellal x Erza, then Gajeel x Levy for the bingo game? 👀🙏💖

Of course, Erika! Thank you so much for the ask! I like the enemies-to-lovers theme going on here. 😁 To tell you the absolute truth, these are definitely my top ships in Fairy Tail (A/N: with Elfman x Evergreen rounding out the top 3--I'm not sure the exact order), so it's a little funny to me that they came in on the same ask. I love that it worked out that way! 💖 This post got so long that I'm actually going to split your ask (if that's okay?) and will tag you in the second one as soon as it's finished. The Bingo card for Jerza is below, and my thoughts, songs, and a few headcanons are below the cut!

Part of the Relationship Bingo Ask Game!

Jellal Fernandes x Erza Scarlet

A Bingo!! Yay!! They deserve it! 🥰

Jerza

Thoughts:

Gosh I'm not sure I even know where to begin with this one. This ship had everything in the absolute best possible way: childhood friends to enemies to friends to lovers. Childhood friends to lovers is one of my favorite ship tropes so I appreciated that part of their backstory--those flashbacks made it so abundantly clear why Tiny Erza was so fond of Tiny Jellal and wanted to believe that there was still good in him despite the fact that he was a villain when we first meet him in the canon. [A/N: Jella's overall culpability for his inexcusable actions is another discussion that I'm not going to go into here but seeing as he (1) was brainwashed, abused, and manipulated, (2) feels genuine remorse and guilt for what he did, and (3) is actively trying to atone, make amends, and heal the hurts and wrongs he caused, I'm much more inclined to forgive him]. Even though it was clear early on that they did have this history and there was definitely some chemistry there, I liked that their relationship actually got the chance to be the slow burn that was warranted by their situation. They didn't rush into a relationship or jump into a confession immediately after Jellal started his redemption arc journey, and, in fact, because he is so ashamed of and remorseful for the way he treated her, Jellal actually refuses to pursue a relationship. He has so much respect for Erza and truly believes she deserves better than him. His redemption arc isn't cheapened by questions like 'oh, is he only bettering himself so he can be with her?' She is inspiring him to be better, but he is taking these steps to better himself because he wants to not because he wants something from her (i.e. her love or a relationship). Jellal truly wants to be the best version of himself, the man that Erza believes he can be, regardless of whether or not he ever gets to be with her, and I think there is something very beautiful and selfless about that.

On Erza's side, when Jellal has this redemption and the time comes that she wants that relationship with him, there is something so admirable about her love for him and her loyalty because she doesn't idealize Jellal. She sees that he is flawed, recognizes his mistakes, and doesn't make excuses for what he has done. She doesn't dismiss it or forget, but she chooses to forgive and chooses to love him anyway. There really is such a freedom in that because this love is her choice. She is freely choosing to love Jellal, not an idealized, fantasy version of him. She knows, possibly better than anyone, that Jellal is a broken and flawed man, but she also chooses to see the good in him and chooses to love him for who he really is. If the crux of Jellal's argument for why they can't be together is that he isn't good enough for her, the crux of Erza's argument for why they should pursue this relationship is essentially "I know you've made mistakes, but you are not the sum of your mistakes, so I choose to love you anyway."

They're both been through so much and deserve the world. If they really love each other (which I believe they do) and want to be together, then I support them in that 100%.

[And don't even get me started about Edo!Jerza... My goodness! I love them so much that I'm not even sure I have the words to express it. My very first Fairy Tail fanfiction ever was actually about Mystwalker even though I don't usually write romance, but gosh...yeah...I just I love them! However, I kind of consider that a separate thing so I won't go into that here.]

Some Headcanons:

Erza and Jellal both prefer lowkey dates their favourite being having picnics. They'll pack a picnic lunch or dinner and sit and talk for hours at the beach or in a woodland clearing. In the far future when they marry and have children, it becomes a regular family activity.

Jellal says the words "I love you" first, but Erza says them more often.

They take things very slowly in their relationship and date for a long time before getting engaged even though they both know very early on in their relationship that they want to spend the rest of their lives together.

Their wedding was small and not very extravagant, but it was a very joyful occasion shared with their friends/found family which is exactly how they wanted it. Jellal tears up when he sees Erza walking down the aisle.

Jellal has a lot of fears and reservations about becoming parents, and Erza is a little nervous about the idea herself but reassures Jellal that the most important thing is that they will love their children. In the end they make a wonderful mother and father to four children: two of whom are their biological kids and two of whom are adopted but they never make that distinction. Their kids are their kids, and they love them very much.

A Song That Reminds Me of Them:

There are several songs that remind me of Jerza, but one of my favourites is "Find My Way Back" by Eric Arjes for them. I think it really speaks to their journey and how after everything they've been through they ultimately find their way back to each other again. While I think this definitely works in a literal sense, it is also fitting in the more figurative sense of Jellal kind of losing his way and losing himself. Erza never gave up hope that Jellal would eventually find himself and find his way back to her, and, in turn, as part of his redemption arc, Jellal really vowed to once again become the good man that Erza believed he could be. The lines "Even if you slip away, I'll be there to fall into the dark to chase your heart" really remind me of Erza, and a lot of the second verse (i.e. "On my way now, don't give up on me" and "These weary eyes will never rest until they look in yours again") remind me of Jellal. Ultimately, I think the end of the chorus is really fitting for both of them:

No distance could ever tear us apart There's nothing that I wouldn't do I'll find my way back to you

Find My Way Back - YouTube

#jerza #jellal x erza #erza x jellal #fairy tail jerza #jerza headcanons #i love them so much your honor #erza scarlet #jellal fernandes #fairy tail headcanons #ship bingo #ship bingo headcanons #thanks for the ask!#erika 💙#part one of two

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