#cant even be bothered with editing at this point lol

[yunalinwrites]

kids on christmas eve | gojo satoru x reader

available on wattpad

cover by me

summary: you learn about what happened with geto suguru and make him talk to you about it

about reader: gender neutral, relationship to gojo is unclear but they're close, on a first name basis + implied to be romantic

warnings: sad (if i did my job right), mild cursing, spoilers for jjk 0 + gojo's past/hidden inventory/star plasma vessel arc

notes: i know this is really out of season bc christmas has long passed but its for the plot lol as u prob know dec 24th is an important date

anyways i prob could've edited more but tbh i just wanted to post it already lmao hope its not cringe cuz i didn't shower to finish it (avg jjk degenerate) also im angry this was correctly formatted in google docs but tumblr ruined it and i cant b bothered to reread it under the new formatting so srry if theres smth wrong

"Gojo-sensei, that's not fair!"

Itadori had his bottom lip stuck out, his arms crossed tightly and his feet stomping against the snow.

"Yeah, come on!" Kugisaki agreed, mitten-clad hands full of the cold ammunition. "Turn it off, will you?"

You looked over to where Satoru stood. The snowballs that floated around him made it a little hard to see, but you could still tell his face was like it always was: smiling, the only deviation from its usual state being the pink on his pale nose. The rosy shade was just like his tongue when he stuck it out. 

"Come and make me," he taunted.

"Why, you little..." Kugisaki grumbled. "Okay, Itadori, Formation B!"

"Roger!" Itadori yelled back.

The pair performed a number of flashy poses--as if they were trying to imitate something they'd seen in a cartoon--and before you knew it, they were charging at Satoru from two sides, arms fully loaded and wound back with mounds of snow. But it seemed Satoru knew it before you, because he just tsked--didn't even bother catching the snowballs, just let them fall apart against his forcefield.

"Gojo-sensei!" the two groaned in unison.

"You're no fun!" Itadori complained.

"It's not supposed to be fun," Satoru countered with a playful shrug. "Just because it's a snow day doesn't mean you can stop training."

"But... but... But what about...!" Kugisaki sputtered, a vein popping out of her forehead as she struggled to come up with an argument. You could almost see the lightbulb pop up above her head as she pounded her fist in her palm. "But what about global warming?"

"Yeah!" Itadori followed, not thinking. "What about--Wait, what?" Scratching his head, he tilted his head at Kugisaki.

"It could totally be the last day it ever snows, you know," she claimed matter-of-factly, her hands on her hips. "And I would so hate you forever."

Itadori's mouth formed a silent "Oh!" as Kugisaki elaborated. Nodding his head in accord, he added on: "Yeah, Gojo-sensei. I don't think I could respect you after that."

Satoru put on a dramatic pout at that last sentence, but he soon returned to a smile and gave in with a sigh. "Alright, just this once."

You could see the two students loudly jumping for joy from behind him as he made his way towards where you were sitting. You smiled warmly at the sight.

"They really are something," you commented.

"Tell me about it," Fushiguro grumbled, leaning boredly against the wooden armrest of the park bench. He observed quietly as his friends built a snowman in the distance until Satoru's towering shadow prompted him to look up.

"Megumi!" Satoru called, his voice high-pitched and sing-song. "Go play with the others."

The boy scowled in response. "I'm too old for that stuff."

"You think you're old?" Satoru challenged. He pointed at his hair, at the white color it's always been. "What does that make me?" He hunched over and put his hand on his lower spine, feigning back pain. "C'mon, listen to your teacher. Let me sit next to Y/N."

Fushiguro squinted at him for a moment before finally getting up."Gross."

You chuckled, watching the boy begrudgingly drag his feet through the snow towards his classmates, but your laughter hitched as you felt something push against you. Turning to your right, you saw his lanky teacher. At first the sensation didn’t make sense, considering that there was a considerable amount of distance between the two of you, but you soon recalled his defense measures and the complaints they had garnered. 

Not noticing your discomfort, he stared up at the cloudy sky for a moment before turning to you. 

"Are you cold?" he asked.

You shook your head. "I should be asking you," you replied, referencing his lack of winter wear. "Why didn't you wear a coat?"

"Well, it would ruin my outfit, of course," he stated perkily. He wore a confident smirk on his face, but looking closer you could tell he was shivering beneath the thin fabric of his uniform.

Taking a deep breath in disapproval, you reached for your scarf. "Here," you offered, unraveling the knot you’d made earlier. But when you reached to wrap it around his neck, you felt the resistance of his invisible force.

His smile eased. "It's okay," he obliged, sniffling. "Thank you, though."

You hesitated before tying your scarf back around yourself, the garment's chunky knit giving it enough volume to nearly cover your mouth and even your ears, but you could still hear his teeth chatter. You searched your surroundings, looking past the dead snow-adorned trees and following the wet pavement until you spotted something in the distance: a cafe, just down the street from where you were.

"I'll get you some hot chocolate," you decided, standing up and brushing the snowflakes off your coat.

"You don't--"

"Shh!" You pointed your finger threateningly at him before turning around to begin your walk. "Somehow you've bent logic so far that you'll end up sick if you don't drink it. So just take this as an excuse to have more sweets, alright?"

You were just about to make your first step away from the bench, but then you felt a firm grip wrap around your arm. "Wait, Y/N--"

Before he could finish his protest, he was cut off by a particularly firmly packed snowball striking him right in the middle of his face, highlighting his nose with the sparkling white powder and dislodging his blindfold. With his cerulean eyes now exposed, he turned his head and saw the three of them: Itadori pointing and cackling on the left, Kugisaki doing the same keeled over in the middle, and even Fushiguro, on the right, had the ends of his mouth perked up as he shook his head hopelessly.

You saw Satoru grin at the picture, but it was contradictory to what you were feeling. He had let go of your arm, but not by relaxing his hand--you felt him, as if brick by brick, build that invisible wall right back up between you, seemingly stronger than ever. You could still feel it, even as he walked away towards the trio, tying his blindfold back on. Sighing, you sat back down and watched him make snow angels with the others, his head blending right in with the scene as he drowned himself in the blinding whiteness. With his blindfold now fully on, you could only imagine what it was like when he smiled with his eyes.

***

"I can't feel my toes."

Twirling her brown hair between her fingers, Shoko spun around in her chair to face the doorway.

She darted her eyes between you and Satoru for a second before a calm, amused expression painted her face. Despite knowing it was his voice she heard--though it was more nasal than usual--she directed her question at you: "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I told him to wear thicker socks!" you exclaimed, your arms crossed in frustration. "But look! Show her."

Rolling his eyes behind his blindfold, Satoru pulled the fabric on his thighs, lifting the hems of his pants so that they revealed his ankles. They were barely covered by the cheap red and green striped polyester; it was the kind of thing you'd spot on sale in packs at the checkouts during Christmas season.

“So I forgot… Big deal!”

“I could fill a library with all the things you forgot,’” you complained. “I mean, what are you, a fish?”

Unfazed, Shoko chuckled. "You're telling me the strongest--the one powerful enough to rival the King of Curses--was defeated by a case of frostbite?"

The both of you responded simultaneously: "Exactly." "No!"

"I was not defeated," he insisted, earning a glare from you. "Barely a scratch. She's just being dramatic."

"I am not--"

"Is there a reason you can't heal yourself?" Shoko interrupted, now turned to Satoru.

He pointed his thumb in your direction accusingly. "She wanted to come here, not me."

"Wait," you interjected. "You can heal yourself?”

“Of course, duh.”

“Since when?"

"High school," he answered dismissively, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "See, look!"

He pointed down to his shoes--through the leather of his dress boots, you could see the movement of his wriggling toes. 

You held your hands up to hide his feet from your sight. “Ew, stop that--" you grimaced. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged, smirking smugly. "My talent should go without saying."

You sighed. “Your talent to bewilder me?”

"You know it,” he asserted proudly. "But anyways–Can I go now?"

Before you could even answer, you could sense him already moving in your peripheral vision.

"Satoru, wait--"

"If you don't believe I'm fine, I'll show you my toes," he threatened, halfway out the door.

"Satoru--!"

"Go on, catch me if you can!"

You listened, trying to grab onto him but, once again, his Infinity blocked you, making you stumble into Shoko's arms as it pushed you backwards. By the time you regained your balance and rushed into the hallway, his long strides and newly healed feet had already carried him beyond your sight.

You sighed and re-entered the room, brushing yourself off. "Do you have anything for a cold?" you asked.

"I should," Shoko replied, opening up one of her medicine cabinets. "Why, are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah, no, it's for him," you explained. "He's had a runny nose all week. I told him not to go out in the snow with the kids, but... You know how he is."

She hummed in acknowledgement with an understated smile, picking out a bottle of Acetaminophen capsules. Making her way over to you, she held up the container.

"I have these," she told you, but she didn't hand them to you; she just kept holding it up as she continued, "but, in my professional opinion, I don't think he has a cold."

"What do you mean?" you asked, your brow raised.

"Y/N, do you know what tomorrow is?"

"It's... the 24th."

"Mhm."

"So... Christmas Eve?"

She looked down at the floor, placing the bottle on a nearby counter and leaning back against it, getting comfortable. She stayed quiet for a moment, biting her lip in deep thought as she continued to stare at the floor with her arms crossed. But then, finally, she sighed, and reached into her coat pocket for a cigarette.

"Would you like one?" she offered, flicking the lighter at the end of the stick

"Um... No thank you..."

"Have a seat." She gestured to the metal seat against the wall.

Still thoroughly confused, you did as you were told. You felt as if your parents were about to have a stern "talk" with you--as if you had broken a vase or--arguably worse--it was time for you to understand the birds and the bees. That thought, along with the cold steel beneath you, sent chills up your body.

In an attempt to quell your anxiety, you beat her to the punch and spoke up: "You went to high school together, didn't you?"

She blew out a lengthy tangle of smoke strings. "That's right," she answered.

You shifted in your seat. "Has he always been... like this?"

"No,” she chuckled, bringing the cigarette back to her lips. "He used to wear glasses."

Your eyebrows shot up as you leaned forward in shock. "Seriously?"

She reached into her coat pocket again, this time producing a small print of a photo. 

You took the glossy sheet from her hands and studied it, your mouth agape. Sure enough, there he was, on Shoko's right, smiling widely with his hair down and a pair of round sunglasses, both of them holding up peace signs. But, while Shoko's arm was clearly holding up the camera for the selfie, one of Satoru’s arms appeared to be wrapped around the shoulders of a black-haired man you didn't recognize.

Your brows furrowed at the sight. "Who's the one on the left?"

The scent of the nicotine got stronger as she took her time to ponder her answer, staring blankly into the back of the photo beneath your thumbs.

"That's Geto Suguru,” she finally told you.

You scanned his portrait meticulously. The man wore a grumpy expression with dark bags under his eyes and, contrary to the cheerful pose of the other two, he was flipping off the camera.

“Was he an upperclassman?” you asked.

She shook her head. “He was our classmate.” She gestured towards the photo with her cigarette. “We were all second-years there.”

“No way…” Holding the photo closer, you could have sworn you saw the outline of ear gauges behind Shoko’s head. “He looks so much older.”

You returned the photo to her and she slipped it back in her pocket, not taking even a glance at it as she did. She just spoke plainly: “He’s Satoru’s best friend.”

You tilted your head to the side. “Really? I wonder why I haven’t heard of him, then."

She took another puff, turning her face away from you as she let it out. “Tomorrow is his death anniversary.”

Your eyes widened before falling to the floor. “Oh… I see…”

You fell into a solemn trance, not knowing what you should or shouldn’t say and, consequently, opting to stay quiet out of respect. But, suddenly, you were interrupted by the sound of light laughter. 

“Even if he were still with us, I doubt you would’ve been able to tell. They bickered so much you’d think they hated each other.”

She walked around to the other side of the counter, leaning forward on it as she rested her hand on her palm.

“Who could get to class faster… Who could shoot more hoops in a minute… Who could make a bigger crater in the courtyard…”

You tried to imagine the pair wreaking havoc on an older version of the Jujutsu Tech Campus, but while it was easy to fit Satoru’s cheeky grin into all of these scenarios, it was hard to see such a mature-looking person as Geto doing these childish things.

“Ah, but you know, Y/N,” she started, looking up at you with a smile. “I think you would have been able to tell that Suguru was actually younger.”

“What?” you gasped, surprised at both the fact that he was younger and that Shoko thought that would be clear to you. “There’s no way…”

“Well, for starters, Suguru is shorter, if you put them side-by-side,” she argued. “And… Hm…”

She stopped to contemplate how to put together her next sentence–or if she should even do so at all. But in the end, she brought her cigarette back to her lips and exhaled: “I think you would have agreed with me that he’s the more immature one.”

Your brows furrowed as you scoffed in disbelief. “That's impossible… Satoru could be ten-feet tall and not a single thing on this planet could make him seem more mature than another person.”

She chuckled, though you could sense a sadness behind the sound, and you realized that your comment might’ve come off as insensitive. Clearing your throat, awkwardly, you granted her the floor: “What makes you say that?”

She took another inhale and sighed out a long cloud. Looking out the window of her office, she saw the faint glow of the multicolored lights that decorated it on the outside. She took in the sight for a quiet moment before sinking into her swivel chair, puffing once more.

“I still don’t know much about his childhood,” she began. “I never asked, and I never got to meet his parents. But I can tell you for certain that Suguru was the sort of kid who threw a tantrum when he didn’t get what he wanted for Christmas.

“I’m sure he had wishlists a mile long, but he wouldn’t be the kind to write even a single letter about it to Santa. Of course, that’d make it difficult for his family, and maybe they could've tried harder to figure it out–but he just wouldn't understand why what he wanted wasn't obvious to everyone.

“I can imagine one day someone told him the truth about Santa, and he was probably absolutely devastated. But, to him, it wouldn't be about the presents. It would be about the people around him: his mom, his dad, his teachers, his neighbors, everyone–the people who had been deceiving him his whole life.

“I don't think he ever forgave anyone for that, all the way up until he found himself as a seventeen-year-old at Jujutsu High.”

The air became thick–suffocatingly so–and your spine no longer fit right against the back of the bench.

“What exactly… did he do?” 

She rolled her chair towards her desk and put out her cigarette, pushing and twisting it into the ashtray by her desk calendar.

“In a single night, he killed one hundred and twelve civilians–non-sorcerers–including his parents. He wanted to create a world where only sorcerers exist.”

“O-oh my God…” Your hand rose up to cover your gaping mouth. “Wh.. Why?!”

“By killing non-sorcerers, you stop curses from the source.”

“But you can't just–” You cut yourself off, thousands of words rushing and racing to your mouth. “Didn't anyone try to stop him?”

“Maybe Satoru could've. If Suguru decided to tell him, that is.”

Your face was wound up in concern. “That's horrible…”

“I know, right?” she casually agreed.  “To want to be understood, but never willing to understand… Isn't it childish?” She even laughed. “Though, I suppose he was just a kid.”

“Just a kid?!” You stuck your head out in disbelief. “No, no… Satoru is childish. But that–that’s… inhumane!

You pointed to the door. “Satoru was a kid.”

You pointed to her. “You were a kid.”

Lowering your hand, you scrunched the hem of your shirt. “I might not have known you then, but I know you never would have done that.”

“To be fair, I'm not the strongest,” she defended plainly. “I'm just a doctor.”

The crease between your eyebrows deepened as you threw your arms up. “Okay–then Satoru! Satoru would never do something like that! And he… he's still a kid!”

“Satoru killed his best friend–his one and only.” She clasped her hands together on her desk. “A kid wouldn't do that, would they?”

You froze at the edge of your seat, blinking rapidly as you pieced together the puzzle.

“He… killed…?” you trailed off.

Shoko stared grimly at her hands as she tightened her grip on herself. “A kid wouldn’t have understood.”

You bore your eyes into her, waiting, begging for her to continue, to elaborate, to make it make sense, but she just stayed quiet, kept to herself.

You directed your eyes to the freshly polished floor tiles. As you stared into the blurry reflection of yourself, you tried imagining it again: Satoru, tall and white haired, and this kid grumpy little kid he called Suguru, wreaking havoc on the old campus of Jujutsu High: walking to class together, dribbling a basketball between each other, meeting up in the courtyard with one another.

 “That…” you began hesitantly. “That still doesn't excuse what happened.”

Shoko looked up at you, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, and though she wasn’t as contented as she had been before your conversation, her expression was no longer grave; she seemed satisfied. Slowly, she put her palms on her desk and pushed herself up from her seat.

“To answer your question from earlier–properly,” she started, making her way over to you. “I think that Satoru has always been that way–the way Gojo Satoru has to be.”

“But if there were ever a time that he weren’t,” she interjected, sliding her hand into her coat pocket.

“It would have been thanks to him.”

***

Your footsteps echoed down the empty hallway, stopping every once in a while to slide open one of the stiff doors only to struggle to shut it a moment later. You increased the reach of your steps, and the thump of your shoes against the wood planks competed with the hooting owl perched on the snow covered roof.

Suddenly, you heard a new noise: a honking, like that of a goose, coming from the end of the hall and slightly to the left. Now picking up to a jog, you made a beeline for the door and jerked it open.

“Well, if it isn’t my long-awaited Christmas present!” he exclaimed. “Looks like Santa’s early this year.”

He rested against the corner of one of the student’s desks, already facing you with his hands in his pocket. From behind him, you could just barely see the white crumpled-up balls of tissue that scattered the surface.

“I guess some people do gifts on Christmas Eve though, right?” he considered, putting a finger to his chin. “But, ah… choosing gifts is so hard. I need all the time I can get.”

He didn’t acknowledge your entrance at all; his Six Eyes had seen it coming miles away, allowing him enough time to get into position to pick up wherever you’d last left off. You didn’t acknowledge him either, keeping a stone face as you stepped into the room.

“What’s with the face, hm? Did you not like your presents?”

“Satoru,” you said sternly.

“Did you ask Santa for anything this year?” he went on, continuing to pay you no mind.

You sighed. You couldn’t help but let the ends of your lips pick up, but you kept your eyes down at the dirtied pattern of the floor.

“I don’t celebrate Christmas,” you admit.

“What? Why not?” he questioned astonishedly, forming a pout. “Does that mean you didn’t get me a present?”

You shook your head lightly, making your way over to him. “I’ve always thought it was sort of weird. To celebrate the birth of a martyr.”

“Hm,” he sounded. “Well that’s no fun.”

Planting his hands on the surface, he hoisted himself up onto his desk. “Santa probably wouldn’t give anything other than coal to a non-believer,” he noted. “But since I’m so nice, I’ll get you something. Just tell me–what is it that you want for Christmas?”

His smile stayed in place as you darted your pupils around his visage, your own face beginning to fall. You took slow steps towards the desk next to him, getting as close as you could before you felt his Infinity push back

“Satoru, can you do me a favor?” you requested gently.

“Depends on what the favor is,” he chirped back.

Reaching your hand out, you traced your forefinger on the edge of the invisible barrier before applying pressure into it, testing the shield’s strength. You pushed with all your might, but all it did was whiten your finger tip and make your knuckles concave.

You retracted, looking back into his eyes. “Can you take it down?”

You could see the movement of his eyebrows raising beneath his blindfold. “You tryna kill me?”

Again, you shook your head, still solemn. 

He crossed his arms and squinted at you, biting his cheek. Leaning back, he put his weight onto his hands behind him, loosely grabbing the edge of his desk, his expression becoming relaxed. “Alright. Here you go.”

You took another small step into the newfound space until you were only inches apart. Slowly, you extended both your hands towards his face, but then suddenly reeled them back into a hesitant fist in disbelief, the lack of resistance uncomfortably foreign.

You inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled the air shakily through your mouth, trying hard to slow the rapid beating in your chest. Ignoring the smirk on his face, you tried to reach out to him, one final time.

Letting your arms wrap around his head, your hands searched his silky hair for the knot that held up his eye covering. When you finally felt the bump, you took your time digging your nails into where the fabric held onto itself, carefully pulling apart its loops.

As the blindfold fell to his neckline, his signature grin stayed plastered on his face, but just about every other feature of his seemed to change completely when the white wisps came down to frame them. His azure eyes, for example, glimmered under the faint moonlight coming through the window, but not in the way that they usually did. They were shining like lacquer, but it was as if, from underneath that, their batteries had been taken out. In their dullness, you could see the reflection of the long white lashes resting on the eyelids above, forming sharp, unnatural shapes as they clumped together unevenly. Pink waterlines painted the bottom of his irises, and a faint red was seemingly airbrushed around the surrounding puffy skin.

You trailed your hands down the back of his head until they cupped his jawline, holding his face as you explored its entirety. Moving from his eyes to his flushed, leaking nose, his smirk grew when your gaze landed on his lips.

“Are you sure you want to use your gift on this?” he teased. “Kind of a waste, in my opinion–you could’ve just found a mistletoe.”

“Satoru.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to stop smiling.”

For a moment, he listened to you: his mouth fell open, but then it fell back into its previous position as he flashed his teeth at you. “My bad. I didn’t mean to blind you.”

“Please?”

He kept still while your thumb gently stroked his powder-smooth cheek. He jolted slightly as his lungs forced out a nervous chuckle, but he trailed off as your touch continued on him. Realizing your relentlessness, he sucked in his lips and clamped them together with his teeth as if he was trying to stop any further laughter.

He stayed like this for a moment, waiting for you to let go, but your tender movements showed no signs of stopping–you only slowed down when your eyes flitted up to meet his. He tried his best to return your stare, but eventually, he accepted defeat in the contest. And so, little by little, he let his lips roll out and the muscles to dispose into a resting state.

His voice became low, a near whisper. “Is… everything okay?”

Finally removing your hands from him, you nodded. Returning them to yourself, you glided one into the back pocket of your pants.

Taking a step back, you held up the sheet of glossy photo paper side-by-side with his face. You could name a number of differences: the neckline of the teacher’s uniform was looser and higher, his bangs now were longer and a bit thicker, and, of course, he wasn’t wearing glasses, and he wasn’t smiling. But, somehow, now more than ever, you could see the resemblance.

“What have you got there?”

Moving towards him again, you handed him the photo. It felt strange, witnessing the rare sight of his pupils’ every rapid move. And in addition to that, ever so slightly, you could see his swollen under eyes rise as the softest of smiles pushed up his cheeks. It was nothing like the sickeningly-sweet beamings you were used to seeing from him, though; it was subdued, raw like the cacao in dark chocolate, undiluted by sugar or milk.

“Where did you get this?” he asked, incredulous.

“Like you said, Santa came early,” you joked mildly.

“No, really,” he persisted, his tone reaching a bass you’d never heard from him before. “Where did you get this?”

You sat yourself on the desk next to him. “Shoko,” you admitted.

“What did she tell you?”

Your shrug was subtle.  “As much as she could.”

He continued to scrutinize the photo in his hands, his brows drawing together.

“Satoru,” you proceeded, hushed. “If it’s okay… I’d like it if you told me about it.”

He lowered the photo so that it no longer obstructed his view of you, but he didn’t take advantage of the space he gave himself; he kept staring at the photo as he spoke: “There’s not much to tell about. I was the strongest then and I’m the strongest now.”

You rested your hands on your lap and exhaled deeply. “That’s not what I mean,” you contested. 

It was as if he couldn’t hear you, continuing to stare vapidly into the photo as if somehow your sentence didn’t make it to his ears. But that was impossible; you’d said what you said, and the room was dead silent.

“I… I want you to tell me about him,” you clarified.

He shifted in his seat, finally looking away from the photo and up at you. “You mean… Geto Suguru?” he asked, as if there were any other ‘him’ in that photo. 

“Well… he’s the worst of all curse users,” he offered. He then shoved the photo back in your direction, a sudden grin straining itself on his face. “But it’s okay. He’s gone now.”

Ignoring his move, you asked, “Is it really okay?”

“I made sure of it,” he affirmed, impatiently nudging the paper at you.

He resumed his usual playful lilt. “Are you doubting me?” he tested.

“I don’t doubt you for a second–not in that sense. You’ve always been strong,” you reassured him. “But that’s exactly why I doubt you know how to be weak.”

He scoffed. “You think Gojo Satoru would know how to be weak?”

“No, I don’t. That’s my whole point,” you upheld firmly.

He folded his arms across his chest, his mocking tone sharpening: “Why would anyone want to know how to be weak?”

“Because even Gojo Satoru needs to realize he can’t just smile and laugh all the time,” you challenged, feeling heat rise up your neck.

His eyes darkened, seemingly into a navy blue, and his inflection further condescended: “There are a lot of things you don’t understand.”

“Satoru, how on earth am I supposed to understand?!” 

As your tone cut through, just as abruptly you pushed the desk behind you and dropped heavily to your feet.

“You’re right, I don't understand you,” you confessed frustratedly, pointing to yourself. “I don’t understand you at all. Because how could I possibly understand you? I can’t see your eyes, I can’t even get near you, and I’ve never seen you not smile.”

Your voice made gaps as your vocal cords threatened sobs. “And sure, I call you by your first name, and I laugh and I smile at all your dumb jokes and… and the idiotic games you play…

“But it’s–it’s… scary, Satoru. Creepy, even. How you know just about everything there is to know about me and yet… It's like I don’t even know who you are. You’re just a toy in the corner, watching everyone come in and out of the room, but I can never make you say or be or feel anything.”

“Feelings are what made him into who he was,” he stated coldly, his eyes fixed on the grimy floor. “It’s important for sorcerers to have a hold on their emotions.”

“So you know what happens, then,” you argued firmly, your shoes coming into his view as you stepped closer. “You know what it’s like to be shut out from them.”

You pushed his chin up, forcing him to witness the way you were holding on desperately to the tears that bordered your lower waterline.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Do you always get Sprite?” he’d asked, looking down as his friend retrieved his drink from the bottom of the machine.

“I mean… yeah, I guess,” Suguru replied plainly. “Why?”

A pit formed in his stomach as he heard the crack of the can opening.

“Shit. I’ve been getting you Coke this whole time,” he’d mumbled. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Suguru shrugged, beginning to head in the direction of the classroom. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Dude, are you good?”

Suguru jolted awake, sitting up from the plush back of the couch and nearly spilling the bowl of popcorn in his lap.

“Do you wanna watch something else?” he’d suggested, but Suguru just shook his head.

“I thought you liked Digimon,” Suguru objected.

“Well yeah, but…”

The only lighting came from the flashing screen, but it was enough for him to see his friend yawn, making his eyes water, dark bags underneath them.

“You can turn it up if you want,” was all Suguru had to say, but even after doing what Suguru said, he couldn’t focus on his favorite TV show.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything,” he started, reaching into his bag. “But here.”

“What’s this?” Suguru questioned.

“Your Christmas present, duh.”

“But it’s Christmas Eve,” Suguru pointed out. “And I told you–”

“I know! But just open it.”

He watched as Suguru lifted the lid of the small gray box, revealing a small pair of white gauges.

“I didn’t really know what size to get… But I think they’d look cool on you.”

“Thanks, Satoru.”

He lit up, thinking that he’d finally done something right by his friend, but the way that Suguru looked up at him, the way Suguru smiled insincerely, told him he should’ve waited for Christmas Day.

The tears were warm as they rolled down his face, past his trembling lip and blooming into the blindfold that rested loosely around his neck.

“I just don't understand why he didn’t talk to me.”

You pulled him into a hug, carding your fingers in his hair as you rested his head on your shoulder.

“He thought I hated him,” he told you shakily, finding himself clutching onto your shirt. “I didn’t see him for ten years and… and that whole time he thought I hated him.”

He inhaled a sharp sniffle. “I… I don’t hate him,” he whimpered, his pitch jumping and his body beginning to tremble. “I don’t hate him, Y/N, I don’t, I don’t, I never, ever did.”

“I know,” you whispered, stroking his hair, holding him tighter as he jerked with sobs.

He placed his head on your shoulder, staring at the blindfold that had unraveled itself and fallen between you. “I hate myself.”

You pulled back, cupping his jawline and holding it in front of you.

“Don’t say that…”

“But he was my best friend, Y/N,” he insisted, gripping desperately onto your shoulders. “I saw him every single day… every single day, all of that was running through his head and I… I didn’t even know… I just watched and… and I made him think I hated him. I was supposed to be his best friend.”

“You did everything you could, Satoru.”

“It was all my fault.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why did it happen?” he whined. “It had to have been for a reason–It can't just hurt and be for no reason. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“It’s not,” you told him, shaking your head gently and looking deeply into his eyes. “It’s not fair at all.”

Indicating the breaking of a dam, a deafening, siren-like wail pierced the air. His face was red and scrunched up, his nose was dripping with snot, and his hands were coming up to swipe desperately at the tears on his cheeks.

You pulled him close to you again as he kept hiccuping and sniffling into the crook of your neck. His loud weeping wet your shirt with both the fluids from his eyes and nose, but you didn’t care; you just rubbed his back, caressing him tenderly.

His voice was suddenly clearer as he took deep breaths to try and recuperate himself: “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“Why are you sorry?” you asked, stiffening your hold on him.

“I just… I don’t know. I hate crying. I’m not a kid anymore, you know?” he tried laughing.

“Satoru,” you whispered delicately, turning your head so your words rested right by his ear. “You were never a kid.”

Gently, you pressed his head into you, stopping him from moving his lips in any way. “I want you to be one right now.”

You let him stay in your arms for a while until his tears subsided and his breathing steadied. You had moved to the floor at some point, allowing him to comfortably lean on you as you embraced him, his previous quivering replaced now by the calm rhythm of his rising and falling figure.

He hadn’t talked in a while, so you assumed he’d fallen asleep, but then, among his mellow breathing, a mumble came up right by your ear:

“Thank you,” he’d said.

Hugging him tighter, you patted him on the back softly. “Of course.”

As one hand traveled to intertwine its fingers in his hair, you reached for your phone with your other one.

You pressed the power button on its side, and flinched backward, squinting at the brightness your phone screen emitted. Despite your sudden movement, Satoru didn’t show any sort of reaction; he’d fallen asleep, for sure now.

You continued to comb through his white locks, a little more consciously now, as you made note of the time and date your phone’s clock displayed, changing right before your eyes:

December 25th, 00:00

You smiled, dragging your coat up to cover the both of you as you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, Satoru.”

***

might do a toji x megumi's teacher reader if u wanna follow

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #satoru gojo

[afro-hispwriter]

Don’t Blame me, Love made me Crazy(pt.1)

The Batman 2022

Bruce Wayne/Batman x f!Black!Reader

Summary- getting back in contact with your ex isn't always a bad thing

Warnings- mentions of past break up, injuries, mutual pinning, oral(f receiving), jealousy 

wc- 2.4k

a/n- I didn't feel like watching the batman movie again just to write this so bare with me

*inspired by Taylor Swifts- 'Don't Blame Me' and some The Batman tiktok edits lol*

taglist- @blue-aconite @cursedandromedablack @philiasoul @a-little-disguised @pop-rocks-and-skittles-and-skittles @xingqiusliegee @lana-isabelle @dopeqff @shawty-writes-a-little

pt.2

-

Working at the Iceberg Lounge was not what you thought was going to happen after your break up with the Bruce Wayne almost a year ago.

"Bruce I cant do this anymore, you're never here and I feel like im suffocating inside this place." You cry and squeeze your eyes with your fingers. "You don't even talk to me."

"I have other things to do." He mumbles and you scoff.

"Ya, so I guess your little Vengeance thing more important than me?" You say and his eyes widen.

"How do you know about that?" He asks and you scoff. 

"Bruce I live here, or did you forget about that too?"  

"Ill make It up to you, I promise, just please don't leave." He says and tries to go in for a hug but you step back, and grab the bag that sat on the table.

"You've missed your chances." 

That was the last time you saw Bruce. It was difficult to grab a job ever since Gotham found out about the bug breakup, but the iceberg 

You were sent to grab drinks for the Penguin and when you went, you saw a large man in a suit standing there. 

It was Bruce, the suit looked familiar but was clearly much more upgraded, but it was him. You took him in some more and took notice of how he towers over you even from afar. And damn, is that a muscle suit or has he been working out.

He stared at you as you walked in. He was shocked to see you there, let alone clearly working there(he would've heard about his ex working there). He looked you up and down, letting his eyes stop at your bare legs, The penguin watched you both stare at each other and smirked.

"Its ok sweetheart, Mr. Vengeance here doesn't bite." He says and you smile at him and set his drink down on the table. Penguin notices Batman still watching your every move and chuckles. "She's beautiful aye." Bruce stayed quiet and just flickered his eyes between the two of you. " Ya she is, id offer you to go into a private room with her but she only works serving drinks up here, but I have other girls who would be more th-."

"No, I just need information on the Mayors misteress." He says and points at the files on the table. You look at them and take in a deep breath and then look at Bruce with a knowing look. He looked back and cocked his head to the side. The penguin reached into his pocket and pulled out some packets and handed it to you. You took it with a smile and thanked him, you walked away and looked Bruce up and down in his suit.

You didn't bother to listen into their conversation and just walked away. You dropped the tray at the bar and left the lounge. You hailed a cab to drive you back to your apartment. Bruce could not walk back into your life again, he just cant.

But would it be so bad if he did?

-

When you entered the apartment you could already feel the feeling of being watched. You looked out the window and that's when you saw him. Standing on the rooftop looking right back. You roll your eyes and wave him over. You barley realized him leave the rooftop because in a matter of minutes a harsh knock came to the front door and you rushed to the door and looked through the peek hole, to see him there. You open the door and he immediately pushed through making you scoff.

"Ya Batman you can come in."

"Why are you working at the Iceberg Lounge?" He asks. "Its not safe."

"Im aware Bruce, can I call you that?" You ask but he doesn't respond so you roll your eyes. "I needed money." 

"What about the money-." 

"The money that mysteriously appeared in my account the day after we broke up, ya its gone because I had to use a lot of it to buy this place." You shrug and look around the place. "I had to buy furniture, food, essentials, etc. I don't have a big business where I get millions the second I sign a paper, I actually have to work." 

He didn't say anything just looked behind you to a window and walked towards it. He shut the blinds and turned back before reaching up to unlock the cowl and slide it off. His black hair fell around his eyes and you noticed the black eyeshadow making you laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing, its just I see you found my eyeshadow pallet I forgot." Bruce shook his head and set the cowl on the coffee table. 

"I saw the look you gave me, you know something." He started but you shook your head. 

"I don't know anything, I mean I know girls have been going missing." You say and walk to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?" No response. You look back to see Bruce inspecting the table with all the overdue payment letter. "What never see an overdue letter?" 

"I can help you pay it off if you give me the information you know and help me get more." You frowned at him.

"You cant just come in here and expect me to tell you anything or even help you." 

"So you know something."

Fuck.

"And what if I do?" 

"If you, do ill make sure you don't get evicted in 3 days." He says and throws a letter on the table. You sigh and give in, scoffing before speaking.

"The mayors mistress is Annika Kosolov, haven't seen her in a bit, but the last time I saw her." You walk past Bruce and sit on the couch and he watches you. "Last time I saw her she was talking to some of the girls and she looked terrified, now the mayors dead and no sign of her." 

"You close with her?" 

"No, I've only talked with her, but shes just a fucking kid who just wishes she could leave Gotham, heard her saying something about even wanting to leave the country but the mayor was holding something that prevented her from leaving."

"Like what?"

"That I don't know." An awkward silence came though the air and you slapped your hands on your thighs. "Need anything else?" 

"I'll call you." He says and grabs his cowl and secures it on his head. He opens the window and climbs through swiftly. You walked over to close the window but he stopped you.

"It was nice seeing you again." He says and you felt butterflies in your belly and smiled at him.

"Ya you too, take care." You say and raise your arms up to the window, you didn't miss how his eyes flickered down to your chest. 

"Stay safe." He was gone after that. You shut the window and flop back down on the couch. You dosed off and was started by a ding from your phone. You grab it and look at it.

50,000 dollars has been deposited into your account

BW - I missed you

Double Fuck.

-

It was barley a day later when Bruce called you. 

"I need you to find out information at the lounge, but I need you to go downstairs." 

"Are you crazy? They'd never let me go down there, they know I work up top." 

"I doubt you'll have a problem, just wear something more revealing." You roll your eyes.

"Why don't I just go naked?" He knows you're smirking on the other end.

"I'd prefer you wouldn't, just meet me at the little cafe a few blocks from the lounge at 7 on the dot."

"Yes sir." You say then laugh. "Remember when I used to call you sir as you bent-."

"Goodbye." He hanged up and you giggled.

-

7 hit and you were walking into the cafe. Bruce appears in his Batman suit from the shadows and takes in your attire.

It was a tight black dress that just sat a few inches bellow your ass. The dress even pushed up your boobs making them almost spill over.

"My eyes are up here." You say and his eyes immediately went up to your face. He doesn't respond and walks over to the table where he had equipment laying on. 

"Put this in." He says and hands you a little box. 

"Aww you're proposing." You say and pout playfully.

"I would've." He says and watches you open the box and pause at hearing his words. You then continue opening the box fully and furrow your eyebrows.

"Contact lenses?"

"I need to be able to see whats going on in there and to identify the people." He says and you pick up a lens and look up. Once they were both in, you blinked and looked at him. 

"They look good? Wait can they see them?" You say and try to find a mirror in the little store. Bruce takes a step closer to you and looks you down. You felt butterflies in your stomach but didn't look at him.

"Look at me." He says deeply and places two fingers under your chin and pulls it up. 

You almost melted.

Bruce looked deep into your eyes and couldn't help but flicker his eyes to your lips. He slowly leaned down making his covered nose brush against yours. Your heart was beating quickly, his lips brushed against yours and you immediately licked your lips.

"Kiss me." You breathed out and Bruce obeyed. he pushed his lips against yours and melted, he then bent his knees and picked you up by the underside of your ass. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him in tightly. Bruce pressed you up against the wall without pulling away and rested his hands on your thighs. He pulled away then looked down to see the dress riding up, letting him see the panties. Bruce let your legs drop to the floor then dropped to his knees and reached up to the hem of your panties and pulled them down. You stepped out of them and watched Bruce slip them into a pocket of his utility belt. 

"I'm keeping it,' He says then grabs one of your legs and places it over his shoulder. 

"Perv." You say then gasp when you feel his lips wrap around your clit.

-

You wiped your eye for what it seems the hundredth time, praying mascara wasn't running down your cheeks, and it was annoying that your legs wobbled after every few steps through the lounge. 

"I hate you.' You whisper and you hear the comm come alive.

"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago." He says deeply and you groan. 

"Since when did you become bold?" It was a rhetorical question so he didn't answer. You made your way down stairs and made it down without any problems. 

"Alright just look at everyone, but not to quick, I need facial recognition to work."

"Yes sir and I better get my underwear back perv." You mumble and start looking around. Your eyes passed by some people, Bruce occasionally telling you to stop and look at them. None of them seem to catch on to your stares except one.

Gil Colson the District Attorney Chief.

Bruce told you to join him and you did. He seemed scared and paranoid, always looking over his shoulder at the people. He eventually started mumbling about a mole in the system. Bruce pressed you on to find out more so you placed a hand on his thigh. Bruce watched intently on the screen and tightened his fist. 

"I have enough." He says and you sigh lowly in relief but keep a smile. You dismissed yourself, ignoring Colson's calls to come back. You were just about to reach the exit of the underground when someone stopped you, someone you wished Bruce wasn't about to see. 

"Hey babe." He says and grabs your hand into his. "You haven't been returning my calls."

"Who is that?" Bruce asked but he was saying it to himself. The facial scanner told him and he rolled his eyes, dudes just some big manager at Gotham Bank, but why was he calling you babe. Were you dating? How long have you known him? Did you cheat on that guy with him? Where you safe? So many questions were running through his mind.

"Peter leave me alone." You say and rip yourself from his grasp.

"Y/n who is he?" Asks Bruce and you roll your eyes once again.

"None of your business."

"Do you have a relationship with him?" 

"What no, this isn't your concern?"

"Has he hurt you?" 

"Bruce!" You say and walk into a bathroom. "Me and you are not in a relationship, you have no right to be jealous just because I let you put your face between my thighs again, it doesn't mean we're back together."

"But I want you back." He says in a soft voice, the one who was speaking to you was Bruce not Batman. 

"I want that too." You admit and lean against the sink. "But I don't know if I'm ready." You take out the ear piece so you didn't have to hear him speak. You made your way out of the club onto the street where you see Colson once again.

"Hey you need a ride?" He asks and starts walking towards but you shake your head.

"No thanks." You then do a small jog away from him and turned the corner. You made sure nobody followed and made your way to the little café. Bruce was sitting in the chair looking at the door waiting for you to enter. 

He stood from his chair and you held your hand out to give him the earpiece. You then reached into your eyes and took out the contacts as Bruce grabbed the little box. You placed the contacts in the liquid and smiled up at him, he didn't smile back but his eyes softened when he looks at you. 

"Do you need a ride home?" He asks but you shake your head.

"Ill be ok, because I know you'll be watching over me." You wink and Bruce starts to reach into his utility belt and pulls out the lacy fabric making you smirk. "Keep it, I doubt this will be the last time we see each other."

-

a/n- part 2 is queued for later today

#batman x reader #battinson x reader #battinson x black reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #robert pattinson x reader #battinson smut #bruce wayne smut

[the-kipsabian]

Yo hi there! I’m very sorry to bother you at this time of the day, just reaching out if you’d be so kind to check the post that I pinned on my blog and maybe give it a little help by boosting/sharing it? it’s for my cat :((( and we need help to get him the dental care he needs. It would really mean the world to me and I understand if you don’t, still appreciate you and stay safe! and btw, please do send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately instead as I want avoid other blogs to think im a spambot or what, once again im sorry for asking this, praying you’d consider! 🫶🏽🥹

you know what

no 🙏❤

hey kids, lets play a game of spot a scam again!! (im copying the message ive replied with before here and the original is at the bottom if you wish to reblog that one :) just editing this a bit here to show the new stuff they are putting out there in this very message yay!!)

okay this is literally the same story ive seen before at least three times. its word to word the same. youre not even trying

reblogs only from original posts. they have gotten "smarter" tho as this blog followed me in attempts to try to show its "real". and yet they havent reblogged from blogs they supposedly follow, only from probably the top posts from some popular tags and only from the original posters. also please note literally all the posts in their blog have been reblogged today within the past three to four hours (apparently im so loopy i cant read times rn, its been about the past 15 to 16 hours but the point still stands, they are all reblogged within the last 24 hours)

also they try to act more human with a decent description and likes and follows turned off. dont try hun

their only original post as far as i scrolled (which admittedly wasnt very far as its obvious this is a scam lol) is the donation post. unsurprisingly

ive said it before and i'll say it again - they seem to target people in similar positions that they are supposedly in, trying to pluck that sympathy cord with "your pet is sick so you are sensitive and know how this feels". this isnt my case rn but i obviously have posted cat photos and i have a donation ko-fi link in my pinned post sssoooo

"pls consider answering this ask privately" lmao so what people dont know youre a scammer? NEXT (they literally say this now like lmaooo for real? so that people dont think youre a scam bot?? honey please are you even trying)

a simple search even within tumblr tells you people already know about this. the account, the story and the cat. you aint fooling anymore

if unsure kids, ask a friend and google things 👍 reverse image search, for example, is your best friend!! also googling the latter half of the given paypal name reveals immediately that this is a scam. plastered all over the first search page lmao

also kids, in case youre asking "well what bad could a one little me reblogging a post even if its a scam do if i dont donate :/" 1. im sorry what and 2. it makes them look legitimate which they are not. the more notes the more trusted the source cause tumblr is full of idiots (sorry not sorry ive been here for over 11 years i know what people are like) plus you put your friends, mutuals and followers in a risk of participating in a scam. and have your name associated with it as well. do i need to go on?

anyways hi go report this blog and always be hesitant if someone you dont know asks you for donations like this. unless its a beloved mutual on your dash, reconsider. stay safe, thanks 💜

looking forward to being unfollowed and blocked immediately after posting this, but i'll be sure to report you for a scam. :) also fuck you for using someone elses poor cat and their situation to literally scam good natured people out of money, what the fuck is wrong with you

peace and love, fuck you ✌💜

#thank you for asking! <3 #heyits-monday #such a waste of a perfectly good url too smh #anyways. stay alert kids #yes this is rebloggable and encouraged to do so :) #scam

[aprillikesthings]

YAY I'M OFF WORK until Monday

IT'S TIME FOR MORE SHE-RA REWATCH

s2 ep6 Light Spinner

just read the synopsis on the wikipedia episode list and Oof this one is going to be hard

Edit: oof I jumped around a lot, including mentions of the bible, my fave art, other cartoons and (predictably, for an episode about Shadow Weaver) my own history as a child abuse survivor and my dad dying. So, uh, you've been warned?

okay

let's do this

do they mention why she covers her face at this point? I forget

okay so true story and totally off topic but I get distracted every time Micah's name is mentioned because my favorite verse of the Bible is from the book of Micah. It's the fave verse of a lot of people lol I'm not unique. But yeah, Micah 6:8:

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord ask of you, But to do justice, and to love kindness, And to walk humbly with your God?

I've half-joked for years now that if enough of your childhood report cards say any variation on "They have so much potential if they'd only apply themselves" you should get diagnosed with ADHD without further questions.

Hordak: why is Shadow Weaver still fucking HERE Catra: bc I like getting a chance to taunt her >:3 I MEAN, uh, she's a good source of information? Hordak: she needs to get to Beast Island, I don't like having her around she knows too damn much Catra: but she can't actually do anything without her fancy-ass magic rock

*power goes out*

Entrapta: ha ha WHOOPSIE Catra: wtf are you DOING

Hordak: stop bothering my girlfriend Catra: wtf??? Entrapta: Entrapta: uhhhhh did I interrupt something Hordak: no it's fine bb don't worry about it <3 Hordak: ANYWAY Catra get that witch to tell you shit and then GET RID OF HER or I'LL GET RID OF YOU Catra: >:(

In all seriousness I remember watching this episode and thinking: lol omg are they ship-baiting this???

And then the usual culprits did the "yOu cAnT sHiP tHaT" and I started reblogging content of it out of sheer fucking spite. Also at least one writer for the show is like "y'all Entrapta is in her late 20's/early 30's" and--wait hold on I know there's screenshots from twitter of the same person:

But yeah stuff in later seasons made me cackle with laughter because it's not even subtle. At all.

Anyway you gotta be careful about spite-shipping. That's how I ended up having a lot of feelings about Jaspis from SU, ha ha WHOOPS

jfc this and a previous line (talking about "gifted students") and it's like...why are y'all having her quote all the shit my teachers said trying to encourage me and only traumatizing me.

mmmm don't like that

I know I keep harping on how textbook of an abuser she is, but I love that the clues were there already. This is the kind of shit abusers do! Look at how controlling and possessive she is, but in a way that outsiders will just see as "she's a very invested/involved teacher."

gahhhhhh

plot plot plot the Horde is already invading, the Princesses are useless against them, our leaders aren't doing SHIT, anyway the sorcerers are meeting tomorrow and I hope they let me boss them around into agreeing with me

this shot of the moons over Etheria reminds me of one of my fave artists--these pieces are layered resin, and I keep meaning to buy some prints of theirs. (One day I want to own an original. ;_; I love the way they use colors and the layers and just the daydreamy vibes of so much of their work.)

(More of their stuff here)

plot plot Scorpia and Catra talk about how Catra doesn't want to send Shadow Weaver to Beast Island and Scorpia is surprised Beast Island is real and not a scary story they tell kids

Catra: but but but Shadow Weaver can tell us shit!

Scorpia: anyway I thought you hated her??? Catra: you wouldn't understand >:(

I understand. I hate that I understand it. UGH.

plot plot Light Spinner tries to convince the sorcerers that the Horde is a threat, and points out they've taken the Black Garnet, and says let's cast a big spell together and GET SOME POWERRRR

Sorcerer dude: that spell is FUCKED, absolutely not [for real the way he talks about it sounds kiiiinda like The One Ring] Light Spinner: fuck yOU

OH so I didn't quote it but Catra says the same line earlier, about Hordak: "After everything I've done he still doesn't trust me"

Catra is trying to save Shadow Weaver's life and Shadow Weaver is like...meh. But hey can you bring me an old trinket that's of sentimental value? I will never ask you to do anything else.

[I am Suspicious.]

back in time, Light Spinner manipulates Micah into doing the Big Scary Spell with her, they accidentally unleash a hORRIFYING MONSTER

(I'm suddenly reminded of the last two episodes of Gravity Falls. It never ceases to amuse me that Alex Hirsch was told he couldn't do all kinds of totally innocent things, but he could have, well, the shit in the last two episodes. I remember telling my then-boyfriend that the intro of those last episodes had shots that looks like actual nightmares I've had)

Oh also the flailing disembodied hands remind me of some of the early episodes about the Cluster in Steven Universe. Remember Garnet finding some of the early fusion experiments made with broken bits of gems?

Aaugh.

(Also remember when Peridot was still kinda spooky and scary?)

OKAY SORRy wow I'm distracted tonight.

yeah that didn't work so great

And that's what messed up Shadow Weaver's face, and she throws a fit at everyone and calls them "weak" and uhhh murders at least one of them?

face-touching! the only way she's able to show any affection at all...but only ever to manipulate people in her charge. anyway she disappears after that.

Catra is not going to get a satisfying answer. One of the reasons it was a relief when my dad died was that I could let go of ever having any hope of him explaining to any kind of satisfaction why he did what he did. (He did apologize, once; in the most manipulative and self-serving way possible, when I was 35--at the time I thought maybe it meant something, but eventually I realized he'd actually made things worse, because he'd taken away any belief I might've clung to that he didn't know any better at the time.)

In any case, Shadow Weaver's answer is basically "You're just like me, and my life was hard, so why should yours be easy?" Like that old line about how people who suffer through hard things have one of two reactions: Either "why shouldn't you also suffer, you're not better than me," and "nobody should have to suffer like I did."

;_;

I understand Catra so much. You still want that love. You can't not. You know you won't get it, not the way you need it, and you settle for a facsimile.

I'm gonna throw myself into the sun

And then we go back in time to see the arrival of baby!Adora, like as an actual infant. They don't say where she got her.

Hordak: "I arrived too late. I found something but it's useless. Put it with the other infants in the infirmary."

"It." bleh.

Shadow Weaver: hmmm that's one powerful baby. Hordak: ugh, weirdo. You can have it. But ffs it's being noisy take it somewhere else.

Shadow Weaver's just like: oh sweet I get to start from scratch with this one.

Anyway under her tray of food that Catra brought her was her sorcerer's guild...thing. That she asked for earlier in the episode. Which means Catra did bring it to her.

And Shadow Weaver's gone.

This explains part of why Catra gets worse for the next like two seasons. She tried to extend a kindness to Shadow Weaver--keeping her from being sent to Beast Island, giving her the trinket thing, offering to work together since Shadow Weaver thinks they have so much in common, right? But it bites her in the ass so bad.

So why should she be kind to anyone? When has anyone been kind to her? When has Catra being kind to anyone ever improved her life or made it easier?

But yeah the trinket had some kinda magic dust in it and Shadow Weaver escaped, and Catra had a (very understandable) meltdown about it.

Back in Bright Moon, the Best Friends Squad is using the moon alignment to get a clearer signal on Bow's track pad: "Serenia. Portal. Mara." AAAAND end of episode.

Yeah I was right. That was a rough one.

#april rewatches spop #light spinner

[malrie]

sorry to bitch about ricks writing again but I finally have the vocabulary a decade later to speak about what really bothered me as a kid reading his work, but hoo specifically

many many plot points in the story are brought up, seemingly to become important/foreshadowing of a very important connection and then it just drops to nothing. a few romantic cases being:

sammy/leo + hazel / weird and did not move the plot the way it thought it did. why

reyna + apollo? / look this shocked me too I didn’t even read apollo books like that but I reread the last couple boo chaps and then circled back to apollo’s story and realized that was what rick was trying to imply. that reyna was destined for a god ROMANTICALLY, which was even told to her by aphrodite herself in boo. then in apollo’s story it doesn’t work out and she becomes a hunter? ok? LOL why even bring it up

leo + calypso / ending leo’s last appearance admitting his relationship w calypso was rocky in the real world but having reyna or whoever say it’ll be ok soon but probably us an an audience will never really know. this, after his grand death and resurrection in boo. HE HAS NOTHING LEFT HAHA

jason + piper / told by many people and gods they were destined for each other; jason tells percy once he has visions of him and piper old w grandkids > they break up bc piper re-evaluates the basis of their initial relationship pre-him landing on that bus BUT disregarding also the five full books of character/relationship development they both go through makes 0 sense

[an aside: i genuinely believe riordan realized there were too many happy endings in a story based off greek mythology and wanted to amend a la tsoa’s “name one hero who was happy. you cant”. so jason dying is the poor man’s patroclus. which brings you to my essay that piper or leo should have—]

there are non-romantic examples of this but I don’t have receipts rn. weirdly does seem like a lot of editing/over the shoulder advice was given during writing the drafts or something. not sure why. I want to also bring up the possibility of a ghost writer djjememd it would make the disjointed intentions make sense

[brekkiebrakkiebreakkie]

What are your best writing tips?

I dont mean how to actually start writing by the way, we all know you cant do that but how to write effectively

thanks, 🍬

....ah, I'm being bullied here as well...

This is so fucking funny, and also not even my writing blog wow.

As for writing effectively? Uhhhhhhh don't? Idk what that means really. There's different types of writing and they're gonna be effective for different things, yknow? If it's a style or a theme or a message you wanna keep in the writing, you have to structure your writing around that from the beginning. And yeah, things like planning, practice(from just writing a lot in volume and variety), and studying (reading things in style/theme/messaging as what you wanna make, as well as thing different to that) will all make it easier and maybe more efficient when in the writing process, just because a solid foundation makes things easy to go off of, but like, does it matter?

For me, it's a hobby. One I neglect for months on end, but a hobby nonetheless. It's for fun, yknow? So there's no point in me learning a proper formula for being consistent or efficient or whatever. I write and I enjoy writing, and I write lots of things, and I don't change the voice I write in because it's basically just my voice and I enjoy myself. Thats why a lot of what I've written is fanfic lol. It's a passion, and that means I wanna do it

Also, just don't edit. The fastest way to write is to write, not edit. Write sentences badly. Make weird dialogue. If it really bothers you highlight/underline it, but write it and forget and go back after at the end because editing is where most of the good™ writing stuff comes out and wyou can't edit without something on the page

#🍬 tag #bridge answers #also crying over not writing

[soopscoop]

life adventures log 4

april 12, 2023

you were reading through the previous log and like. wow. that was honestly beautiful why did you go off like that. a couple months ago you got “poet” on a soldier, poet, king personality quiz that was going around online and damn that last post was really a pinnacle of the depressed and tortured artist you could really be LMAO.

its the last couple weeks of your first year of college! finals are still yet to pass, but you have high (maybe a little too high) hopes for acceptable grades. summer couldn’t come sooner.

you move out of the dorm very soon. every time you wait by the microwave you find yourself looking at the activity list that you and your roommates made at the beginning of the year. it felt like yesterday that you were saying you had plenty of time to do as many things as possible, but now nobody is even on good enough terms to get lunch together. yikers! you were never close enough to anyone to truly be bothered bu their drama, so its not too big of a deal, but its still sad to see them go. you’ll miss this room alot! although it was only by chance you made it to this room, it really was a little paradise of its own.

OHHHH OHHH HUGE NEWSSSS you changed your major!!! thank GODDDD because you really didnt want to be a nurse. as days passed by your distain for your studies’ path and the divide between you and your nursing peers became apparent. your parents will probably never understand but it was never for you. now you will be working in speech therapy, hopefully teaching children to not make the mistakes that you make lol. you do not want to work in geriatric. you will die.

on a darker note, a few months ago you found yourself feeling lonlier than ever. you spilled your heart out to your dad and he assured you that god will send you someone blah blah blah (ok religion will be for the next paragraph ill touch on that too). since then, you’ve felt alot better and you’ve been less lonely, but it was worth mentioning. maybe it was a seasonal depression. you really need to get a therapist.

religion……. lately you have been feeling a divide between you and christianity. it was a couple weeks ago, when you were looking for an apartment for tge next year. being put on the waitlist, dad told you to really pray that you get in, and that He will provide you a spot on campus. at this point in your life, you cant just sit around and wait for god’s answer. things are happening very quickly and miracles are too unstable to rely on. you need proactivity. you feel like you still believe in jesus. He is real and He does care, but you still are your own person and you still need to be smart about your own decisions. sure you can ask a friend for advice, but at the end of the day, your decisions and actions are your own.

you find yourself wanting love more than ever before. maybe because you’ve been watching a lot of romance shows lately? well whilst typing that out you realize for a long time you’ve been watching romance, but this is the first time you’ve really felt this way. you aren’t sure what changed. what happened to aroace man. this doesn’t contribute to the lonlieness tho lmao. you don’t really care for a partner as of late, but you do think it’d be nice to have one. maybe its the college air. gross.

in summation, you aren’t feeling as emotional, but you’ve definitely been having a lot more thoughts of your own. deeply personal, self-reflecting thoughts that feel like they go even deeper than that self concept stuff from the last post. no tears left to cry for now. its only time to move forward.

edit: you were reading LA log 2 and apparently these were way more about life updates more than FEELINGS UPDATES 🙄🙄. ok backtracking. cute updates time.

tomorrow you are getting tickets for universal for free (HOPEFULLY)!!! you are gonna go with your friends from glee club (btw you are in glee club) and have a great time. you hope that going with glee and going with your roommate wont conflict and that you’ll have a great time with everyone.

you feel closest to your best friends right now. they are your favorite people and you love talking with them and sharing interests. hopefully she can come you your school so you can become even closer. it sucks having to drive two hours every weekend just to see all of them.

you like your art alot! you’ve been spending more time improving your style and like, wow things are looking great. maybe you’ll take up an art minor?

ok thats pretty much it lolz. ttyl byeeee

songs:

sober to death - car seat headrest

get into it (yuh) - doja cat

xoxo lots of love,

past you

p.s. either i gotta start making these quicker or life is getting harder 🤯 these are getting way too long. but they only are made when you remember tumblr exists!!!! keep the novelty

[euphoricfilter]

A clip of someone’s back in the ytc vlog. Is it Tae or Jungkook??! I can’t believe the editors missed it but yay lol They all looked so good in this vlog. Yoongi looked like an angel in the earth is flat shirt while getting his makeup done TT I love him. There’s footage of his ponytail!! He even said he’ll tie it up at one point but we didn’t get to see it. MIN YOONGI PLEASE I BEG OF YOU FOR CLOSE UP HD FOOTAGE OF YOU TYING UP YOUR HAIR! YOU TEASE OMG! Jungkook also had a ponytail but I only saw a lil footage of it. They were all so cute and having fun while practicing and rehearsing. Tae and Jk doing Namjoon’s verses bc he wasn’t there was nice to hear. Sad to see how they rehearsed and were looking forward to getting closer to the audience but couldn’t bc of safety issues :/ Concert footage and their ending comments got me feeling emotional TT

-🖤

i think tae..? jungkook’s hair looked like it was longer throughout that whole bangtan bomb and that looks shorter

idk why they even bother covering them up anymore 😭 they’re posting half nakey photos on ig all the time these days

YOONGI IS SO PRETTY AND EVERUTHING ABOUT HIS FLAT EARTH OUTFIT MADE ME FOAM AT THE MOUTH

jungkook throughout that whole episode had me gripping the sheets and i cant escape him, for days now i keep seeing edits of that man looking so delicious and pretty and 🫶🫶 man i love jungkook

#ask #🖤 anon

[seminalstudy]

2 . 8 . 2 0

may have a slight ivy addiction but they accompany business law studies quite nicely 🌱

#took so long to get good compositions for this post i swear #cant even be bothered with editing at this point lol #studyblr #studyinspo #studyspo #study #student #seminalstudy #studying #pretty notes #elkstudies #hey pat #emmastudies #studyquill #studylustre #study motivator #study motivation #study space #pre law #college #study aesthetic #aesthetic #universi tea #studyrose #my post #im back lol #stillstudies #intellectys

[jeongahn]

no one even cared about your ugly graphics anyway

LOL that actually works out perfectly then, you wont have to miss my “ugly” graphics. It’s okay if no one cared about my work, or even found it to be an eye sore. Yes notes and such are something all creators notice. But I wouldn’t have edited as much as I did if it wasn’t fun. I don’t regret spending hours on a piece, even if it was frustrating. I may not have been 100% satisfied with a lot of my work. But I think that I did pretty well. 

#the reason editing was also nice was because i LOVED this fandom and adored seventeen #like i can harp on all the negativity of this fandom #but i was always so inspired by the creativity of this fandom #not insp like /let me edit like you/ #but inspired like i wanted to also make content because it looked cool #my work was very basic but i found a way to edit in a way that suited me #i tried editing for other fandoms but it never felt the same #i'll probably enjoy seventeen from a far #and even then its really still not the same #i cant imagine how uncomfortable it'd be to edit them #also CONTROVERSIAL STATEMENT but if you dont like someone's work #you can always ignore it #like this doesnt bother me it more so made me think about the 5 years i've been editing #and how much i loved it #your opinion doesnt exactly effect that #but you must be a really shitty person so i suppose doing shitty things makes you feel something #anyways this wasnt offensive so i wont block you lmfao #i've been sent some of the ugliest asks in this time #and argued with some shit people #like at this point - this message is almost kind lol #try harder i guess #*answ

[treasureplcnet]

THAT DOES NOT ABSOLVE YOU WHITE MAN WHEEZE

that vid has got me riled up so bad that i want to like write a thesis about the racism in rwby but im holding myself back <3 sienna khan if ur out there

#am aware miles is half mexican . unfortunate that even so he cant write a race subplot #also there are some things in that vid like. i repressed #like roman's death LOL i ... #also some points i dont agree with but seeing the racism thing be talked about... refreshing #also the crit about having a seperate lore series. fucking YEAH #like how fucking convoluted and messy is ur lore that u cant bother to even show it in the main series #n u expect ur fans to watch ANOTHER miniseries #also the point of like. white fang being the bad guys is literally going over twitter's head #like. its not that the white fang are the main villains like obviously not ! that's like.. salem n friends LOL #but also there is a problem with the white fang always being antagonistic and trying to portray non violent protest as the only 'right' opt #like . its the kind of the same beef i have with dbh . lol #and also m&k saying they did racism plot bad .... like we have to see an improvement. which isnt happening #i also obviously have beef with lgbt rep LOL #ok . ok im done. might edit the tags on this if i get angrier #rwby #rwde #answered #also i will say. whats the point of having a racism subplot if its going to be second act ... #like. i seriously think that like. racism isn't like a fun thing that you can make second priority u know #handle it with care kind of thing.. :/ #Anonymous

[leviasu]

umm i hope im not being annoying asking too much for levi but i just cant seem to get him off of my head???? lol btw if its not bothering you, what about levi with a fem s/o who is like a bunny?? like, she's small, naive, shy and kind just like a bunny and its real cute! ^_^

Lol it's okay, I won't blame you bcs He's embedded inside my head too??? Kind of strange in a positive way. But don't worry, you aren't annoying nor are you bothering me at all, dwdw <3

[🐰] Levi with a Bunny-like S/O

Fem!Reader who is basically like a bunny while Levi cries (/pos) EDITED: 25 / 2 / 22

Let's be completely honest, He most definitely thought you were just a regular person. Similar to maybe Simeon or so but You're still in the Normie Category! Levi really just ignored you for the most part as He didn't wanna be associated with normies, but He wouldn't deny that you were cute though. (definitely has noticed your height before) and He grew infatuated overtime the moment you both bloomed closer and closer, until you both eventually learned to love one-another. ||🐰

Like a cliche scenario, He Definitely noticed how small you are compared to Him When you were sitting on His lap while He was playing games, It wasn't anything negative or anything! But you just looked really cute, especially when His cardigan is draped over you. It's like a large blanket... ||🐰

He also really really likes holding your hand with His, and seeing how there's a difference between the size, when He saw it He could’nt help but giggle at first. And it's even better when you both intertwine them and squeeze ever so gently. It makes Levi bubble up with the reassurance that you're there. ||🐰

He also did notice your shyness, let's not forget that. It's also one of the things you and Levi bonded over, your mutual shyness with eachother. Though He can't help but gain a small confidence boost when you shy away when He offers a gesture of affection.

Though! He doesn't mind too if He's receiving. If you're the one suggesting, He can't say no of course, He'll be a little flushed when you offer for a kiss or something like that, but He'll practically be putty in your hands the moment you're finished. ||🐰

I'd also like to think that Levi would feel a little more confident in the relationship, often not hesitate that much (keyword: that much) anymore when finally kissing your cheek or Patting your head. But when you do it, or if He has to do some High level stuff like hugging or kissing on the Lips, it's a whole other story yet to unfold. ||🐰

He also thinks your Naive like nature is also a cute trait of yours that He adores! Seeing you zoning or running to His back makes his heart flutter. Though even anything that you do never fail to make Him so happy. ||🐰

And just like that, That's how you earned the petname “Bunny!” ♡, Levi loves using it alot, and doesn't mind when you call Him that too. And He even went ahead and ordered matching bunny ears for the both of you. Guess which image is His wallpaper now? ||🐰

Bonus points; cuddling with Him, with the Height difference He'll be a big spoon. He loves hugging you and feeling you snuggle up to His chest for the access of warmth. But will He get flustered when you're the Big spoon? Yes! Yes He will. Levi is touch-starved and any sort of affection is a constant loving reassurance that you're there for Him, and sometimes it's best to just let your walls down and relax right? Levi would lay Himself comfy and snuggle up to you. ||🐰

I was full-time rushing this like It was passed due. But heyyyy sorry if this took awhile! I was pretty busy with my other drafts and s’more stuff but my schedule is clear now 🐰🐰. Writing this was so much Fun! Please don't hesitate to send another request when you feel like it anon.

#obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #leviathan x reader #drabbles #leviathan obey me #leviathan x you #obey me leviathan #leviathan swd #leviathan fluff #leviathan x mc #obey me x you #obey me! shall we date? #levi *squishes him*

[shanastoryteller]

Questions about outlines: How detailed are they? Are they the same level of detail or do they vary? How do you make your outlines? Chronologically scene by scene? Or do you come up with the scenes that call you and then come up with smaller filler scenes to fill in the gaps? Do you have outlines for each chapter? Or just for the larger general plot points? Do you try to complete the outlying before starting the fic? Or do you add to the outline as you go? Sorry if this is to many at once

lmao okay i got several asks about outlines but i’m just going to answer this one because it’s ~comprehensive~

every writing teacher i’ve ever had has hated my outlines. my friends find them incomprehensible.

if people are going to look at my answers as ways to do their own outlines, i have to say: that’s probably not a good idea

i don’t write outlines a majority of the time

i don’t write outlines to plan a story i’ve already decided to write

i write outlines primarily as a way to exorcise story ideas that i want to write but don’t want to actually commit to writing (answer prompts are another way i do this lol)

now, some things do get outlines as a way to plan and organize. survival is a talent has an outline because it’s 400k and spans six years. child king had an outline. needy’s body had an outline. 

b u t

i’m currently writing rotten work without an outline

lynchpin didn’t have an outline

hope is the thing with feathers didn’t have an outline

never grow a wishbone only had an outline for the first couple of chapters 

an invincible summer didn’t get an outline until like. chapter 4 of 6. 

i just. uh. think about what i want to happen and then hope i remember to write it down. even when i do an outline, i’ll deviate from it wildly, and not update it to reflect that, because i know what i’m doing (ha!)

so! with that in mind, let’s go! 

How detailed are they? Are they the same level of detail or do they vary?

they vary! but honestly - not very. sometimes i’ll write out a paragraph or bits of dialogue that are important to me, but most of the time it’s just broad strokes of what i want to happen, or a mechanism of how something complicated happens. like i have several paragraphs in my siat outline dealing with necromancy books, but like. two sentences on how they actually occur in the story because that’s just something i’m trusting myself to figure out when i sit down to write it.  

 How do you make your outlines? Chronologically scene by scene? Or do you come up with the scenes that call you and then come up with smaller filler scenes to fill in the gaps? 

I try to put them chronologically, although sometimes that’s a little hard (in siat i have several scenes that i know will happen, i just don’t know when). that is something i will go back and edit on my outlines, is if i’ve changed the order the something happens i’ll go back and copy and paste until my outlines is in the right order. but only if the outlines is something i’m actually using to write and the story is longer than a couple of chapters. 

because my outlines are so very not detailed, i just write down what it is that i want to write, like the reason i’m going to write this or want to write this, and figure out the rest later. i’ll fill it in later - or i won’t! because most of the time i don’t use my outline to actually write the story, and i use it more as an idea list, so if i don’t know what happens between scenes or i find it boring i just won’t write it down

like, for example, here is my “outline” for won’t even plant a garden in it’s entirety 

weep as a woman

“you weep as a woman weeps.” “and how is that?” “as if the future rests on your hips, and you must walk it forward.”

crowley and eve were friends. cain killed abel with the flaming sword, and crowley begged them to say it was with a rock instead

crowley was raphael the painter and fucked michelangelo

crowley was there the night yeshua was born, was friends with mary, helped raise yeshua?

ghosts

crowley and anathema and joan of arc

i ended up dropping most of this and crowley ended up sleeping with both eve and yeshua as the major plot points. i don’t explain stuff, really. i know what i mean so i just don’t bother to get very detailed most of the time. 

Do you have outlines for each chapter? Or just for the larger general plot points?

siat i divide up by year, and i think i did it by chapter for the last two chapters of build your wings on the way down, but otherwise it’s just one long list. i do my chapters based on words counts rather than content, so outlining by chapter doesn’t really make sense for me (siat is always around 15k a chapter, and everything else  i do these days thats multi chapter is around 8k because that’s the best, but ngawb was 5k a chapter and i think for child king it was around 11k a chapter)

Do you try to complete the outlying before starting the fic? Or do you add to the outline as you go?

I’m constantly adding as a i go! my outlines are never really “complete” they’re just abandoned. i write down what i think will help me and tend to ignore the rest. sometimes i just. talking to myself in my outlines when i’m trying to think something through. 

my outline for child king is under the cut because that’s one that’s a good mix of stuff i kept and stuff i threw out. DON’T JUDGE ME!! bad ideas don’t get written because they’re bad!! it’s part of the ~process~ 

child king

Summary: “A child king is still a king,” Deaton says softly. “A child king is still a child,” he snaps, but he knows this is an argument he’s already lost.  – Stiles is a born alpha, and after the Hale fire, things get real complicated, real fast.

Stiles’s mom is the last remaining human from a pack that was destroyed by hunters. John is the one that helps her after, so he knows everything. When they move to beacon hills she doesn’t feel the need to say anything to the hale pack, because as far as they’re concerned she’s just a human, and she doesn’t want to get involved in pack business. But then stiles is born with red eyes. The doctor is quiet and scared john and Claudia freak out, but it’s because he’s a werewolf, which is a relief to parents because they thought something was wrong with their kid. Maybe they don’t know he’s an alpha, only that he’s a wolf? Or they know and they keep it a secret on purpose

Claudia is the one to approach mrs. Hale. She tells her that her son is a born werewolf, but that she’s not interested in joining their pack. Her husband is a new deputy and they just bought a house but they’ll move if they have to. “he’ll need a pack one day. It’s safer,” she says. “if he wants to join you one day, I won’t stop him. But that’s not a choice I’m willing to make for him.” Mrs hale agrees that they can say separate as in exchange for the sheriff smoothing over some ruffled feathers no and again. They agree. Claudia to sheriff “we’re going to have to move one day. Our son is an alpha, and he’ll need to make his own pack.”

Stiles is seven the first time he snarls at his mom, eyes flashing red, and she freezes. She’s got the pack instinct, it doesn’t matter that hes her kid, hes still her alpha, so its hella awkward. John can see how this will quickly spiral out of control if they can discipline their own kid. But stiles is the one to back down first, apologizing and doing as he’s told. There are careful power structures here, and this is the beginning of differentiating between stiles the human and stiles the wolf.

When his mom gets sick, stiles offers to turn her. Hale offers to turn her. She refused for Reasons that I have to figure out. Maybe the politics of it? Wanting to protect stiles and not wanting to become part of the hale pack

The fire happens. John ships stiles the hell out of dodge, because there are hunters about. He snoops around enough to figure out it was kate argent, but theres not really anything he can do about it

Scott knows about everything, and tries to tell his mom in a really akward way that they should trust stiles if they’re ever in danger, but she just laughs it off. Except when someone breaks in and threatens her with a gun, and she manages to make a phone call, it’s not 911, not john, but stiles, and she doesn’t even know why, regrets it as soon as it happens. But then stiles shows up and breaks both of the guys, eyes glowing red, and then calls his dad and scott to take care of it, because they’re humans, so they get human punishments. Melissa is told everything.

Scott has a bad asthma attack and, and Melissa asks about the bite. Scott is itching for it. He wants it so badly. Stiles has already promised to turn them when they turn 18, and Melissa knows that. She asks if theres a reason to wait, and the answer is nah, not really. So he gets the bite. Stiles being like uh psa punishments cant include scott staying away

After hale fire and stiles gets back, he’s shocked that hey just left, and that they left peter behind. He starts visiting peter several times a week. He tells his dad that they should pay for his medical care. They have a fuckton of money because his mom inherited all the pack wealth, and john doesn’t touch it because that’s stiles’s money, that’s werewolf money. But this is a werewolf thing, so he agrees. “his pack left him dad.”

Stiles bites Erica when they’re 14. Some point in middle school stiles wises up to the Isaac thing and tells his dad he needs to arrest his dad, or stiles is going to kill him, and he’s not even a little bit joking. Stiles hears Isaac crying while going by the house? In johns squad car. Makes them pull over, then bursts into the house. John goes with it because his son’s eyes are red.

Some point after the hales leave, things start trying to move into hale territory. Some wolves? Stiles smells them, and ends up at 10 years old telling them to fuck off. This how scott finds out? He’s with scott and his dad. Deaton is facing off against something? Panics when stiles intervenes, but stiles goes wolfy and red eyes and is like. This is mine now fuck off. Looks at the hale house, and finally says, we have to take care of this. We have to. But they don’t own the house or the land or any of it. They do … something

Stiles ends up having to deal with a lot of crap real young

Stiles has scott and Isaac when peter wakes up. Stiles is there, and peter isn’t crazy because he wasn’t abandoned to die alone. Stiles says he can stay, or he can go, not trying to pressure anything. Peter chooses to become part of stiles’s pack, because his family is either dead or abandoned him. Peter ends up moving in with them as he finishes healing and to get used to being in a pack and with stiles. It’s very strange for john, but it’s a werewolf thing and he’s trying to be supportive. After a couple months, stiles tells his dad that having peter is a relief, that there’s finally someone who knows things, someone older who can support him as a werewolf. Peter acts as his second, and he finally has some degree of authority that age has lost him. Stiles has peter take care of the hale house. Peter and stiles have the conversation, where peter is like the hale land is your land now. You’re the alpha of beacon hills. He does what stiles directs him to.

Isaac is living with scott under stiles’s direction ish. But lots of Melissa. Isaac like I don’t wantto be afraid anymore, I don’t want to hurt anymore, and stiles is like. Okay. We’ll fix this. But he doesn’t bite Isaac until he goes to a shitton of therapy and has mostly sorted himself out. For isaac’s fifteenth birthday, he bites him.

Erica is spur of the moment, it’s something that all instinct and very little thought. OR they’re dating and it happesn? Erica’s parents suck. Stiles doesn’t want the balancing act of being boyfriend and alpha.

Jackson is so fucking desperate to belong to something. He nags and nags and nags and finally stiles bites him at least half to shut him up.

“dad can I talk to you about something weird and uncomfortable and a little creepy” talks about crush on Lydia, and how he’s not sure if its because he has a crush on her or if it’s bc he thinks she’ll be good for the pack. Lydia joins before Jackson, and she’s the one that pushes stiles into it. Lydia and stiles are not dating, but she’s clearly high in the hiarchey.

Boyd? Just like. Shows up. Idk.

So by the time laura and derek show up, stiles’s pack is: john, Melissa, peter, Lydia, Jackson, danny, Isaac, boyd, Erica, deaton (who’s acting as emissary but is training danny). Maybe bring in some later characters, like malia and kira and cora. Ooooh maybe the twins show up before they became alphas, still run aways and looking for something else? Stiles takes them on. Stiles finds malia early on after the fire

Peter is willing to forgive derek but he has a lot of shit with laura. Stiles agrees to let laura and derek stay and not be part of his pack, although laura insists she doesn’t need his permission. She snaps at peter to come home with them, and he looks at her like she’s insane. He says there’s no hale pack, and if there was, he’s not interested. He’s a stillinkski wolf now. Cora too maybe? Double blow. Peter owns the hale land, and he makes it clear the day stiles turns 18 he’ll be signing it over to him. Stiles is known by the surrounding packs.

Stiles has to somehow defend the surrounding area, has to make it clear he’s his and that he’s not willing to give it up. It’s valuable land. People are going to come looking for it once people figure out it’s abandoned. When deaton finds out stiles is an alpha, he goes around as an emissary to the surrounding packs. Saying that its under stiles now. He’s known to them so it goes mostly uncontested. This is when he and the sheriff have the child king conversation.

Stiles tries really, really hard to be a good alpha. That means controlling the territory, and working with other packs when members go rouge or something goes wrong. He’s thirteen the first time he goes to lend a hand in a fight, and it’s young, it’s too young, but he’s an alpha. He has to do this, to maintain the peace. And the thing is – stiles is good at this, good at not pushing, at not using his status as a crutch or an excuse, instead as a tool.

Maybe this is why no one cares for laura’s excuses. As much as laura wasn’t ready to take on the responsibility, she was an adult, if only barely. Stiles is a literal child, and in her absence shouldered it all. So even if she does technically have a claim, none of them are willing to honor it. “if you kill alpha stiles, you won’t have allies, you’ll have enemies.”

Allison and argents. Stiles brings his pack to kill kate. Gives peter the chance to do it himself, and is so very proud when he says no. but instead of letting her go free, stiles crushes her throat. “revenge would have been trapping you all in here and setting the whole thing on fire. Justice would have been making you watch as she burned alive. This was mercy, and don’t you forget it.” Scott is hella in love with Allison, but he knows this comes first. Her mom is full of hatred, but stiles more than makes it clear that he has no problem with killing her too.

Stiles sees derek soon after. They’ve already gone back and forth a lot. But he and laura weren’t there. Stiles tells him what he did. They have a ~moment~

Derek wants so very much to join stiles’s pack, but he doesn’t want to lose laura.

Something finally convinces laura to take the plunge and the stillinksi pack is one happy family

#asks #anon #writing advice

[sitp-recs]

I want to read by the grace, but i've heard that draco is said to be 'ugly' multiple times, and that's not really my thing... in the sense that 1. i love draco as being attractive (it's my hc and i cant see him any other way) and 2 it makes me uncomfortable to hear anyone - even fictional characters - being called ugly. but it's constantly recced everywhere and just... i dunno, love. thx!

Hi anon! I love this fic so I may be biased here, but that criticism sounds a bit disingenuous to me. I did a quick search throughout the fic and the word ugly is mentioned twice, and none of them refers to Draco. By the Grace is a complex and nuanced story - it might not be everyone’s cup of tea, of course, but you can tell each word is chosen and placed carefully so I’d be wary of reviews that oversimplify a narrative like that.

Now, for the majority of the fic Harry is not in love with Draco, not even remotely - he’s got a mix of complicated, unresolved feelings about him but none of them involve physical, sexual or romantic attraction. This is a pivotal notion to keep in mind because the whole fic is told from Harry’s perspective and we follow his ever changing perceptions of Draco over the years, as both characters mature individually and interact with each other. I personally found it hilarious that Harry’s pay so much attention to Draco, if only to point out how very much NOT interested he is - that gave me a lot of canon feelings to be honest, lol

Harry gets there, I promise. But until he does he’s dismissive and guarded towards Draco which might not be easy to read but imho only made his personal journey even more poignant, and the payoff even more satisfying. I’d love to hear your thoughts if you decide to give it a go! It’s one of my all-time favorite reads ❤️

Editing to reinforce what @redcole says in the comments: “If that bothers you, it might just not be the read for you, it is worth listening to your squicks!” - yes, and nothing wrong with that! It’s a long fic to invest time and energy in, so make sure to put yourself first

#asks #anon #by the grace

[banana-milk-enthusiast]

So the Shining Nikki early access was a week ago surprisingly they chose Canada for once i was so happy so thought I'd make my points before global drops

I figured that they would give us the skin options for free from the get go and I'm happy that they bothered but I will admit that having only 2 darker options is a bit of a let down. They rarely have a shade of brown close to match me but thats a personal nitpick I'm sure over time they'll hook us up.

On that note I hope we get more natural hairstyles sooner rather than later, from what i remember we starting get them in Love Nikki last year or so, which was years after release. I understand its much harder now seeing as how they'll have to actually model the hair and give it texture but I'll hold out hope it doesn't take too long.

I do dislike that the makeup options are locked behind the guild, i was looking forward to this feature but knowing that I'm limited in how quickly i get the items due to my guild contributions sucks.

The voice acting was a surprise, I didn't expect most of the story lines and cards to be voiced but its not bad. Admittedly at first I was verry iffy on the English voices but they quickly grew on me. They're not super anime to the point that its annoying but theyre not super realistic in their delivery either. Nikki's soft spoken tone and demeanor sounds really great imo. And the other voice actors are great in their delivery and inflection too though admittedly Joy does sound fairly nasal . The translated songs dont hold up too well though.

The soundtrack is amazing Love Nikki already had a great soundtrack but somehow Shining Nikki is even better. They're so catchy and beautifully arranged. Starheaven is my favorite theme so far.

The story came outta left field to me lol. I havent played Love Nikki in quite some time and I admit after what happened to Lunar the story became a blur to me, everything just started happening so fast out of nowhere. I barely remember the details just something about Nidhogg being cursed for what he did and the countries descending into chaos, Bobo being a traitor out of nowhere and going missing and honestly I cant recall much else. So imagine my surprise when I started up Shining Nikki and she's telling me the world had ended and she traveled back in time to try and stop it. And it's been a rollercoaster since then characters are pulling out guns and explosives?? a child had a knife!? I'm fearing for my life over here I just wanted to play a dressup game. Personally the story tone feels way more at place in MLQC (aka mr.love queens choice/ love and producer, a supernatural/sci-fi otome game made by the same company). Tone wise it feels like such a sudden shift thats pretty out of place imo. The writing isnt bad, its great it'll just take some getting used to personally, Its hard for me to imagine Nikki in such situations.

The graphics on the other hand whew boy. Every item is so lovingly modeled with great textures and shading that i cant handle it. Their lace, tulle, metallic, gem textures specifically are breathtaking. I do miss being able to dye duplicates though. Having to unlock diff color sets through the ark cards is super annoying.

The fact that accessories can move to accommodate your hairstyle is great too, and the layering of some accessories is a neat option. The suits we have now are great and I cannot wait for more to come (I have my wallet prepped for that Cardcaptor collab). I dont think we can change the nails yet but thats another feature i cant wait to see in the future.

I will say that the game is ALOT. As in they will hit you with feature after feature after feature and I'm sitting here like I only have so much time and stamina to keep up with all this. The current suits are less of a pain to craft thankfully the blueprint/set system is much better this game. But with set crafting, arena, intel, guild stuff, stylist academy, colours newsroom and the ark its hard to keep up with everything.

Cant think of much else to talk about rn, if anything I'll edit some thoughts in. I hope you guys are enjoying the game as much as I am and I look forward to Global Release.

#nikki up2u #love nikki dress up queen #lnduq #shining nikki #love nikki #my post

[fluffallamaful]

Alright so, hc/scenario time: Sap laughter is either very very loud or v v quiet depending on the kind of tickles. Theres almost no inbetween. &while he does enjoy soft tckls more, he absolutely will try to provoke his ler into giving him hard tckls. For 1 reason & 1 reason only. Teasing destroys him. He will pass away. But if he laughs loud enough, he cant hear the horrendous teases that make everything 100x worse. 1/5

see juno’s full ask under cut 👇🏼

Juno 😍😍 fair enough about the blog, no point if it’s going to be stressful 😅 it is indeed a win for me i freakin love your hcs eeeeeeee

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ok, so this is one of my favourite tropes right here: stoic people preferring rougher tickles because lighter tickles are just far to flustering.

like it gives them too much time to think about their reactions hehe, there’s more noises? like you get cute arse squeaks and squeals that are just SO embarrassing for the stubborn lee, PLUS it gives the ler more to tease, which makes the lee more red, which gives the ler more to tease and omg it’s a infinite perfect loop

so dream tickling sapnap and sapnao barking out laughter, having the time of his life, and then gogy coming in and asking him to be quieter ON PURPOSE??? so perfect 👌🏼 coz sapnap would be flustered by not only himself, but the teases, AND having gogy just there watching like naAAAWWWW 😩😩

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JUNOS FULL ASK UNDER CUT

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So, if Dream is tickling him he typically succeds in provoking him (who wouldn't lmao). Good for S, bc D is a god at teasing his close friends (id imagine he collects embarassing info like gold, so he always has the perfect material for each person). Doesnt matter most of the time tho, bc S will be laughing to hard to hear it (still kind of an L for him bc it tickles more but at least no teasing to go alongside yk)

BUT since George moved in, S has been having trouble with his usual strategy. G Will be entering the room D&S are in if S is being tickled within a minute two thirds of the time. Its like hes a shark who can smell theres sth going on. Neways, on rare occasions he can be bothered to join, espc if S has been annoying him. But even if hes to lazy to join, he will still ruin S's day. How, you may ask? ...

Simple, by telling D&S to quiet down bc hes sleeping/streaming/editing/... . And D the giant simp I MEAN good friend that he is will ofc comply. Meaning the tickles get soft meaning S wont laugh as loud MEANING he will be hearing Ds teases loud & Clear. This is S's worst case scenario. Hes already dying if he even sees G stand in the doorway bc he knows itll get worse in a few secs lol.

(Ofc, G himself is also a master at teases, but S's strategy simply does Not work on George to begin with. G is Aware of Ss weakness and will not let it slide under any circumstance. Basically, George being in any way, shape or form near S while hes getting tickled means certain death for him lmao)

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#llamas concepts #llama asks #cayjuno #lee!sapnap