#I'll just never ask her about it again so that topic can just die

[louebel]

Hi! Can I request fluff Law x fem!reader where reader is feels sick but tries to ignore it/do things on her own (she’s not used to ask for help) but as a doctor law easily can tell by the signs and it happens during their sea journey on the polar tang? Hope I’m not asking too much love ya 🥺

Feel free to add angst or anything else to your writing ^•^

this is super old and the only request i'll ever do (atm) since i had a wip— ANON SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER <\3 reader is gn since i used the second person and no description.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: trafalgar law × gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 6,124 wc. a bit angsty, ends with fluff, emotional reader for the sickness, law is bad at emotions. this turned longer than expected, i hope it's decent xdd hit me up if there's any mistakes lol. supposed to be called windows of the soul,, divider by @ benkeibear my lord and saviour. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: sickness overtook your body and worsened your already pitiful situation. law has been ignoring you and you have no idea why... but with how you felt, there was no way you could confront him at the moment.

scrub, scrub, scrub... 

"... phew ..." 

scrub... poof! 

"Oh! — damnit — aargh..." 

Cleaning today has been a nightmare. Never been so tedious. 

Like, it was already uninteresting compared to all the other things you could do, but today it was ten times worse. You could bear it, seeking to make dusting shelves fun by humming some random tune to yourself. It was okay, something you had to do every once in a while. You could do it. 

If only you weren't sick. 

"Achoo! Achoo! — urgh... Achooo..! Damn." 

You began feeling like this some days ago, or so you told yourself as you delicately hunched down to the floor, hoping to grasp the yellow sponge soaked in foam and water without experiencing excruciating pain. However, your hopes soon shattered as your back screamed in agony and your legs trembled with soreness, almost giving up on you. 

Just the flu, you insisted, it would go away. A couple of sneezes mean nothing. You would feel better and all would go back to the ordinary. 

... Oh, how wrong you were! And how stupid for not getting a day off. 

You were capable, though! You counted on your immune system (it sounded heroic the first time you thought of that). One night is all you needed. 

Or not. 

"Ow, ow..." 

You should've told your captain. Sure, it would cost your courage, pride, and dignity, but at least you'd be cured. You'd rather die than tell him you got sick because of the one herb he instructed everybody to avoid. 

What's worse is that he's been rather distant, and he's unquestionably avoiding you. The way he shoots daggers — no, whole machetes in your direction every time you do anything, smart or not, is so clear even the crew can see it. And the worst part? You do not know why. 

It had been like this for a while now, and you detested this whole plight with passion. Everything was okay between the two of you, you were sure of it! What did you do that spurred such a reaction? From one so dear to you? 

Those sweet memories... 

From new findings you excitedly presented him, to revealing himself, his past and adventures to you after almost a year of sailing. You knew everything about him. He knew everything about you. 

So why? Why stop so abruptly? You didn't mind when he digressed about his newfound coins. When he murmured under his breath while he pored over medical books or mulled about a particular topic. When he stressed over labor and called for a brief break, where you or the crew would attend to him by delivering him a meal or helping when he wasn’t looking. He's so stubborn.

"Uurgh..." 

From captain, to Law, to captain again. Not to mention how he deftly stopped you from hanging out with him. You thought he needed space at first. Maybe he was tired and had to rest for the next few days. That’s alright. However, your thoughts deteriorated as the days passed. But well, right now it's better if he doesn't see you at all. Nor the crew‌ — oh, the damn crew. Those two.

The "two" being the pair of nitwits that constantly stand by law's side and grin at you. Seriously... 

You do not understand what Penguin and Shachi find so amusing about your situation with him. It's a tragedy, not a comedy. You love them both, truly, the minute you stepped into the polar tang they were the first ones to get you to open up and all, but goodness, you wish you could beat them for sitting there, cackling and clapping their hands while confiding some mysterious comments to each other when la — the captain, showed up in the area and walked past you with an unreadable gaze. He'd constantly salute you and the others with a bow of his head or more, depending on his mood. 

Now? If he saw one inch of your form? 

Sigh. His face always went red. 

Why can't those two just tell you? Even Ikkaku seemed to know something you didn't. She was more subtle about it, though. Jean Bart wasn't slick either. You could see him smile from a mile away. Hakugan and Clione? Shachi and Penguin 2.0, except they hid behind Jean Bart. The rest pitied you instead, sometimes patting your back — sometimes shaking their head almost in disbelief. Oh, and Bepo gave you suspicious smiles! Every time he tried to say something to you, those two animal hat-wearing goblins silenced him. Did they just want you to suffer? 

And if they did want that then their curses were working because even after grabbing the sponge (almost losing your temper as it slipped through your gloved palm twice) and straightening back to an erect pose, your head was still banging with fervor, muscles barely reacting. 

If only you could snuggle with the fluffy, warm mink right now. A bitter sigh rushed past your lips at the thought. 

Those two were just so mean. But Law was much meaner — the captain, the captain... Yes, the captain. That... That dummy. 

You groaned and shook your head while forcing your wobbly arms to scrub the table, exhausted mentally with this never-ending train of thoughts and these fanciful fists leaving invisible bruises all over your poor body. Not to point out those hands pinching your brain like dough... 

Just — you... Goodness, what was it he suddenly despised so much? The submarine felt like home. It was home, especially when he joined you. Now when he does, he — the aura he emanates is intimidating, yet everyone is either unaware of it or not affected by it. 

What made him so resentful? You can barely say anything when he strides into the place, too panicked to learn how he would perceive you or talk to you if you go on. It's like you're back on step one, isolated, too scared to be yourself with your family. Because of one man who's supposed to be the head of it. 

Being you felt like a sin when close to him, as if he preferred the private variant of who you are, and shunned your curious and spirited self. You could understand since he’s rather closed off and well, in a certain aspect you are too, but — did he not like you at all? Was it all an act to not offend you? He didn't seem to dislike your vivid reactions initially, or your foolish gestures when nearing a fresh island. You were often silent, smiling and listening to others converse, but when around your companions, you easily liked to open up since it was the only time you could do so. And they were more than just that. You entrusted all the members of the heart pirates. They meant everything to you. Even him, who stopped including you. 

Ugh... 

You wished it could all go back to normal. 

This disease enjoyed fumbling with your previously scrambled sentiments. Law did mention it brought a high fever and emotional susceptibility. You didn't consider it'd be this severe. 

"... Okay, I'm done." 

You certainly weren't, with your bed unmade and furniture still dusty; floor imploring for a good wash. However, with the croaky voice you had paired with your runny nose, you doubted you could do more. Even if you did, it'd be better not to. 

You peered down at the bucket full of water that probably smelled better than you at the moment, ignoring the small puddle beside it made by your poor handling sponges skills. Grimacing, you decided to leave it where it was in case carrying it back turns out to be a challenge. Hopefully, Ikkaku can provide you help later. 

Looking around, your droopy eyelids dimmed your perspective and further provoked you as both exasperation and exhaustion mixed and boiled in your gut, room so messy it mirrored your current state. You didn't know what was irritating you more: the light of the lamp or the disarray you resided in. 

Howling dejectedly, you turned and plodded to your bed, opening your arms, ready to throw yourself on the mattress. The more you sleep, the sooner you'll get better. Yeah, you're so brilliant. You closed your eyes and — 

knock knock. 

— reopened them a second after, remaining immobile for an extra few before glowering at your door, contemplating whether to go open it or linger to determine if they'd leave. Hmm. 

You waited. 

... knock knock. 

Fantastic.

You gritted your teeth, drawing a profound breath to settle your nerves, haywire thanks to the hellish illness. They didn’t deserve to withstand your rage, but who knows, maybe by seeing your shape, they'll show sympathy and tell you. That could work. 

Okay. 

You sluggishly trudged to the door, not bothering to adjust your unbuttoned pajamas and faking a cheerful facade. You hoped your face didn't look too awful, but you couldn't care less right now. 

Gripping and twisting the knob, you pushed it open, greeting them with the feeblest voice you've ever had, your sore nose making it unthinkable to inhale air. You rubbed the back of your head while doing so, eyelids closed to evade any light. 

"Yo, Penguin, Shachi, how can I—" the words automatically came out of your coarse and blazing throat, opening your eyes a bit to look at... them... 

Then you saw a tattoo. And more tattoos. No white, poofy boiler suits in sight. 

By barely seeing light before, you tried giving yourself mercy, but now you were only slaughtering yourself to make sure the person in front of you was, well. Him. 

Your jaw fell while your brows lifted in consternation, but shortly returned down thanks to your declining headache. Your pupils then scaled the mountain of mass before you and arrived at the peak. Another pair of eyes. 

Cool, gray eyes. The ones that just a week ago welcomed you with compassion and comfort. Now they drive you to wither away from this world. Even if you look up to them. (Hehe, get it? man, you're so silly, wow.) 

"—help … Captain. Uh, hello." and there goes your comfort zone. 

You tried swallowing down air but got pounds of mucus down your stomach instead, curved posture closing up even more in his presence, ashamed to be seen in such a weak state, instantly regretting not managing your appearance as his gaze scrutinized you from top to bottom, probably displeased with how you presented yourself.. 

You looked everywhere but at him. He only looked at you. 

Envy spurted from the plant’s toxins. How could he focus on one thing and have so much confidence to stare at someone without breaking eye contact at all? If you do the same for longer than two seconds, it feels like whoever looked at you has seen your entire personality, life, darkest secrets that you didn't really have, closest people to you — everything in poor words. The windows of your soul, perpetually agape.

How does he keep them closed? Why can't you seal them at all? Why?— 

"—so care to explain the meaning of this?" 

"Huh?" 

You stupidly stared at him, blinking and glancing at his shoulders, then back at him to break whatever spell he put on you, not able to concentrate at all. 

Barely could you see the annoyed expression on his face. You hoped he wasn't dealing with excessive stress. Making him feel worse was not your intention. 

"I said, care to explain what this is? You look... terrible—" you cringed at that, "—and you haven't come out of your room since this morning. Do you have any idea what time it is?" His scrutinizing tone made you want to crawl under your blankets and stay there forever, but his patronizing gaze didn't let you. 

You could merely fidget with your fingers and glance back at the floor to relieve your worries, which mixed with pain, fatigue, and dirtiness. You called for sleep so badly. 

"I'm—I'm sorry, Captain. I, uh, I didn't—" sniff, "—mean to skip my duties. Sorry." 

His brow creased in suspicion at your raspy voice and poor shape. 

"Is that so? Look at me while you say it." if his words weren't menacing enough, his tone was too. He knew you couldn't do that. Especially now. 

"Uh..." you unconvincingly whispered, continuing to play with your fists, until rubbing your nape once more, shuddering at how chilled your hands were compared to it. 

Your actions were, again, spotted by him, and if one more thing occurred, then he'll be correct. 

"Well? I'm waiting." 

"..." 

Sighing exasperated, you raised your head to look into his pupils once again.  

Unbeknownst to you, he already confirmed another of his impressions while taking a further view of your sullen visage. 

"I, uhm, overslept, Captain. That — that happens sometimes, yeah? Sorry about that. I'll—I'll..." stopping for a moment, you squinted your eyes and scrunched your nose while the man before you attentively fixated his stare on your frame and— 

"Achooo!" —covered half of your face whilst he recoiled back at the loud sneeze you let out, not expecting it at all. He blinked, then you sneezed again, and again. Streak of three. 

If your voice and glossy eyes already told everything to the doctor, the continuous sneezes only reinforced his thesis. 

You exhaled haplessly as he sternly said your name. 

"You're sick." his firm and coherent words could not be fooled. Your fate was sealed. 

"...Yeah." at this point, you didn't care. He was gonna scold you, nothing you could do about it. You could only hope he'll do that after you're cured because right now, you could barely stand still without shivering. You were sure if he wanted to do something he would have already, so he definitely will have a talk with you after you're healthy. 

"Why?" you've been proven wrong so many times this morning — afternoon. Evening? That you don't know what's gonna happen next. 

You stared at him numbly, almost done with everything. 

"What do you mean 'why'? I don't, I don't know. Probably our... Ugh, our last stop, isn't that obvious—" 

"Not that. Why didn't you say anything? To the others? To me?" 

If it wasn't for your head beating incessantly and the aching of your tendons ruining everything, you would think this was a dream. 

You kept gawking at him like a goldfish. His timbre wasn't as stern as it regularly was. It was a bit, just a tad bit lower. Like, barely. His eyes were softer, and if you met the man yesterday, you wouldn't be capable of identifying his mood. It's because you knew him for so long that you could distinguish it. 

"I..." you mumbled talks under your breath, awfully feeble to maintain the discussion, barring your eyes and hitching away when Law planted his freezing hand on your forehead. You fussed in protest, although it didn't last long. 

"You're cold... Off." 

"My hands are perfectly fine. You're burning," he interrupted you, stating the obvious. But you were far too deep to listen, fatigued. 

"Yeah... M'sorry." you nodded while deliberately looking down in shame, almost dropping to the ground out of fatigue. Everything seems hazy, the pressure in your skull fading, while the breaths you took were meager. 

Something skimmed over your shoulder and nape — ah, his fingertips — palm carefully tilting your head back up. Your mouth hung open, and you attempted to focus on your captain's facial features and the iconic hat to not fall asleep. 

"It's fine." But his gentle approach and mellow maneuvers set you in a soothing trance, where you couldn't do anything other than auscultate him. 

It’d be an exceptional moment to speak up about these last days, his odd actions. 

"It... It is? You, ah... You're not..." but you struggled to do so, chest too heavy to speak. He narrowed his eyes, striving to make out what you were saying, but it was all incomprehensible to him. 

"I'm not?" he urged you to proceed, getting closer — he felt warm. Wasn't he cold some seconds ago? Ah, he’s draping his coat over your shoulders, so, so cozy, — and holding you as if you were glass. Why was he holding you? It felt nice, undoubtedly nice. Oh, you were going to fall, you think. 

“Hey—hey. It’s okay. I got you. I got you.” 

Cradling you in his arms, Law cursed and crouched down, snaking an arm under your knees and sweeping you up, a short "there" slipping from his tongue, keeping you close to his breast. Naturally, you snuggled close to the source of heat, losing consciousness, unaware of your surroundings, his distress, and jogging to the infirmary. 

“Hey. Keep your eyes open. No, no, open—yes, yes, like that. Good job. A bit more, then you can go to sleep, alright?" 

While nodding lazily when he said your name again, you curled up for more warmth, and he mellowly followed your movement, hefting you up and pressing his lips upon your forehead, his frown deepening at how high the temperature was. He needed to administer medicine quickly. 

"Law …'m sorry if I smell." 

He scoffed. Thinking of such idiotic things was exactly like you, sputtering them out so bluntly. Rolling his eyes was natural at this point. 

"That's my last concern. We'll think of your scent and hygiene later. Don't speak. Shh." 

So stupid, so stupid. He should've confronted you ever since you left the island. He should've. It's been a recurring pattern these days. He couldn't see you because of his work but spoke with the others at breakfast, lunch, dinner... They all grew concerned about your distance. Uni shared that it began right after the departing... He knew something wasn't right with you, he could feel it.

Back in that inhabited location, he quickly took note of your drooping posture and fatigued breathing. He wanted to ask about it, but the following days, you acted normal, and Law thought you were queasy because of the heat.

Then he got busy checking on the crew's documents, medicine supply, the damn broken scope Hakugan sadly reported, bounties, news — and something else. He managed to give a check-up to everyone but you. It was mandatory after leaving an island.

With you evading him and him doing the same, this happened. Great. He could only hope it wasn't contagious.

... Wait.

He gritted his teeth in sour realization — Not once has he seen you in the halls or dining hall. No one mentioned you, either. Have you eaten anything at all? Oh, you imbecile.

He palmed your skin through your suit, easing your laments and whimpers, walking through the hallways of the Polar Tang and reaching the infirmary. Kicking the door open while lulling you a bit, shushing and fluttering his eyelids at your sick and quaking form. 

"There we go. Shh, I know, I know, it's awful." 

Uplifting the blankets, he quickly covered you and began searching for his equipment, rustling and metal clicks tangling with your whines. 

"U- uuh... W- where..?" 

"I'll be there in a second. I'm here." 

As he said that, he quickly came back to you, already stirring medicine in a cup. He had to give to you before you blacked out or fell asleep. Sliding a hand under your back, he carefully pushed you up, gaining a groan from you; you sounded so tired. Tipping your head forward, he brought the rim of the cup to your lips. You were delirious, could barely see or feel, but managed to follow his direct instruction to "open". The first glass was tasteless, fresh... water. 

The second tasted awful. 

"E—eugh..." 

"A couple more sips and we're done. Come on, you're doing good." 

Once you drank it all, with a small praise from Law, he gently laid you back down, about to check your vitals. He knew you were in no condition to do as he instructed, it would be all him. Idiot, idiot... 

Just looking at you made him guilty. He never saw you this awful. However, what truly pushed him were your next phrases. 

“Do you feel better now..?” 

Low and dry, they all were. He halted his movements, his hands in the bag, shifting his attention to you. 

Your question puzzled him. 

Feel better? Him? He was fine. Perhaps you thought the disease was contagious? No; you would've phrased that diversely. His forehead creased, slightly tilted to the side. 

"What?" 

“I … I missed you." 

And as clear drops cascaded down your cheeks, his limbs froze, a bittersweet ache striking his chest. 

"I—I thought I did something wrong … I’m sorry … Should've told you. 'M sorry ... really...” 

Shit. 

“No, no, don’t be. It’s alright, don't—don't speak. You did nothing. Shh...” 

And if you stayed conscious for some more seconds, you could've seen those severe pupils mitigate. The windows of his soul open up; the "stern" gaze he preserved for you withering in an instant at your vulnerability. 

All he wanted to do was clear that up. When, now..? 

“I—I’m the one that should’ve apologized, damn it…” 

"Aargh..." 

Warm. 

"Mmh..." 

It was very warm. Pleasant. 

"Hn..." 

The boilersuit felt different. Heavier, and not … poofy. Hm. 

The pillow was so nice, though... 

You sought a better position under the comforting and amiable regime of your blanket, squinting your glistening eyes as if sand had struck them; eyebrows knitting in distaste and discomfort, choler cramming up your insides — but not for long, extremely achy and sleepy to lament. 

Shouldn't it be easier to relax now that you are tired? Shifting left and right left your muscles throbbing. The peace you could achieve in your dreams was all you begged for. But no, you just had to rise two more times in the span of minutes or hours. 

When you woke up the third time, someone surprised you. He was perching on a chair near the infirmary's bed, head, presumably about to doze off. An encyclopedia of vegetation and exotic environs sat in his palms and dotted jeans, the cover made of green-coloured leather, firm to the touch. 

He looked peaceful. 

"... Law?" 

Your lashes fluttered at the fierce shudder that rocked his frame, the textbook about to fall, his eyes snapping open and rapidly darting up to you. 

"Oh. You woke up. Good. Good evening." 

You were mad at him. You were mad at him. 

His lips were indubitably moving. Whatever he was saying, you were not listening. Something about being out for hours, but you were too out of it to pay attention. 

And looking down at your body, your eyeballs almost popped out of your sockets at the sight of... Not your boilersuit. 

"I'm in my pajamas?" 

"And — hm? Oh. I changed you." Pause. "With my devil fruit, of course. Obviously. You were way too hot in it." 

"..." 

"..." 

Pause number two. 

"I'm hot?" You bluntly said,

"Not in that way." And he quickly retorted, bashful. You immediately got gloomy.

"Oh..." You and Bepo were alike. He couldn’t help but sweatdrop.

"No, no, no, don't — you look fine. That's not what I meant." 

A hoarse chuckle ripped from your sensible larynx, a noise that he hadn't heard in a while. His back loosened at your jovial note, the pressure applied on the envelope of the manual lessening. 

There was a superb illustration of the flora you accidentally whiffed. 

"You inhaled it, didn't you?" 

... Silence followed. Then a sigh.

"A simple allergy with a sore throat and emotional instability in the first phase caused by the pollen, weakened muscles and headache in the second, and heightened senses, nausea, and worsening of the body in the last one. You felt them all." 

Quick and precise, each symptom he mentioned appeared throughout the weeks you boarded on the Polar Tang. He hit the mark. Glancing at him from the corner of your eyes, you nodded sheepishly, feeling hot in your cheeks. 

"Y—Yeah." 

"I thought I mentioned dodging those peculiar red flowers. I don't expect you to recall the name, but to avoid it. Thankfully, you only inhaled its pollen, or else you would've been in this bed the moment we departed." 

"O—oh... That bad?" 

"No, not really. The symptoms would've developed quicker, but nothing dangerous. Perhaps you would have slept over two days, as all cases do when encountering this allergy," He narrows his eyes at you, shutting the book and crossing his long legs, his foot jouncing. "Not at all fatal, only worrying when the patient in question mentions nothing about the symptoms and overworks themselves.” 

“Hey—” 

“You're fine." 

A small huff left your lips, nodding lazily. Nothing was uttered after from both sides. Occasional groans from yours. Only then he spoke. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

"..." The answer was simple. He immediately found the illness yet couldn't pinpoint the cause of this? It was almost ironic. Your quietude wasn't taken well. 

"Well?" 

"... You ignored me. You made it clear." 

And he was faking ignorance. That glance, his attitude. You knew him too well, but had no energy to call him out. 

"I—I didn't." 

"Don't play coy, Law. Did I do something? Even the others know. Penguin and Shachi told me. I—" 

You paused when he raised his hand, glancing at it in confusion, then back at him, twice or more. He sighed and dropped it back on his thigh again, using his other one to rub his temple in distress. 

"You did nothing. I don't know what... Shachi and Penguin said," You tilted your head at his peculiar manner of quoting them. "But I've got nothing against you." 

He stopped rubbing and lifted his head to check on you again and you were unsure of what to say. His brows wrinkled the tender skin of his forehead, severity, and minor unease painting every fiber of his appearance. 

You just... didn't know. 

"Really? Then why those weird stares? Why leave the room the moment I come in? I mean." you flailed your hands around, looking everywhere as if you could find an explanation. "You never behaved this way, Law, not with anyone. I... It was fine before, right? Let me ask again, did I do something wrong?" 

"Of course not!" 

At his hasty exclamation, you blinked, uncertain why he became as rigid as stone. Palms back on the blanket, you awaited an elaboration of his thoughts, observing his adumbral face to detect any key to figure out what caused him to alter his ways with you. However, his hat, which you've always appreciated for its fluffiness, turned out to be an issue. Those eyes you've grown so fond of refused to meet yours. 

You just couldn't get it. The surrounding air grew an intoxicating no romance book would mention, one that did the contrary of setting your heart aflame, that poor muscle of yours. 

If he explained, it would've been easier. 

"Okay, 'of course not' ... Sure—" 

"We are not having this conversation. You need rest." 

He briskly cut you off, and your heart felt constricted. The words felt bitter upon both of your tongues, so bitter and revolting, they made his jaw clench and your eyes water. You weren't having it. Absolutely not. 

"I feel better now, thank you, and I say we're having this right here." You pushed, ignoring how he clenched his tattooed fist.

"No—" 

"Yes, Law! I don't know what I did, but if it bothers you, shouldn’t you tell me? There are things we can all miss." 

The pang in your brain was still active, and you had no patience nor strength to argue. Either he spoke up or you'd go straight to sleep. 

"I... You did nothing that bothers me." 

His speech was almost a whisper, a low rumble, and were you in your regular state, you'd feel sad to see him like this. Law had no trouble speaking up— perhaps with apologies, or admitting to be wrong when in the midst of a conversation. Maybe something genuinely bothered him. But he'd tell you, wouldn't he? He had to.

But you weren't the only one who had to consider the consequences. He also had to do his part. 

"... And?" you encouraged him, to gain something, something that would lead you both to that damned thing you were both chasing, that ounce of understanding. 

“And—and what?" alas, it served another wave of blistering dissatisfaction down upon the membranes of your boiling stomach. 

He couldn't be serious. 

"... Whatever. I'm going to sleep." 

"What?" 

You detested how you were feeling, a volcano of passions, the pounding in your skull, and the heat, and the ludicrous, nagging insecurity, all these wretched, gristly sensations shoved in your mouth and scraping your gullet, such a relucting and squalid dish, contaminating your palate and inflaming the gums of your teeth. 

But all Law could see was how your eyes moistened and reddened, the crinkles at the corners of your mouth, the contracted tissues above your nose. 

You couldn't feel how his heart plummeted, either. Again, he caused you to cry. 

"Hey... I—" 

"No, Law, no! I said leave! You ignored me for almost two weeks and now—now you're just..!" 

Perhaps you were being a bit too "dramatic" for something you could solve with a modest exchange, something that, compared to all the obstacles you and Law went through, was a sheer grain of dust in your shoes. Yet you erupted for the frustration, the plant's effects and that nameless thing you'll bring in your grave, for if he knew, he'd probably pity you. 

Maybe, just maybe, he should've kept ignoring you. If solely to dim that warmth. The glow in your eyes that only sparked with him. 

"I don't mind if you need time. I don't mind if you're busy or whatever, that's obviously fine! But can't you tell me? Is it that hard? Instead of treating me like a stranger? Just—just, just leave..." 

Your snotty voice seemed ridiculous, resounding through the infirmary alongside your sobs and sniffles. Vision tarnished by your tears, staring at the ceiling with resignation. It alarmed Law, whose emotions were already scattered; unnerved, anxious. 

He couldn't take seeing you like this. He couldn't. 

"That’s not it! I... I just — I..!" His broken explanations fell as your cries didn't stop; spasms traveling through your frazzled nerves. He swore under his breath, getting up and coming to you, standing close but so, so distant. His fingers jerked, impatient to wipe your tears, to calm you down, to assure you everything was alright, and this was all on him. 

"What..?" you meekly whimpered, gazing at him as he appeared in your sight. 

"I, I..!" if only he could express himself. You'd figure out. If only he could, without buckling and tearing apart at the weight of his own feelings. 

"... You what, Law?" 

It was tough to see with all those tears coating your scleras, but... His lips quivered. His jaw tensed. 

His hands craved yours. 

"I like—I like you!" 

... You wondered if illusions were part of the symptoms. Your eyelids were all but relaxed. Popeyed. 

"There. I said it. I mean it. Seriously. I—I think I love you." 

You could feel his frantic grip, slightly pulling the blankets in his direction, tense as him. You've never seen Law so … jittery with you. Perhaps when he slowly spoke of his past, or when his plan failed. 

"I—I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I... I was confused. I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't... No, okay. I, I love you, but you don't have to reciprocate, really. ‌I just wanted to clarify that I wasn't—" 

This was different, however. Not the same vulnerability, nor agitation. That teetering edge coating his sayings, not at all close to those instances. 

"... Law." 

"—ignoring you, I mean, I was, but I just couldn't face you, you know? I didn't know how to act—" 

That glow, those feelings. The twinkle in his eyes Bepo mentioned when you spoke of something that fascinated you, that rare grin on his lips, and that sweetness, the swelling in his chest, and the red, and the breath of fresh air, and the intoxicating romance books loved to talk about... 

Those tints blooming in his cheeks. The faint relaxation of his defined brows. How he covered his pretty, vulnerable self. 

He's no different from you. Oh, oho ho, no, he wasn’t. Only now did you realize. 

"Law." 

"—but I missed you so much, I missed your presence, being with you, I—" 

Your heartbeats matched. 

"Law!" 

You understand now. The definitive yell induced him to quit his blabbering, and eventually, he found your gaze. Those windows were not locked at all. Not marginally, not halfway. They were fully open. You could see him. 

"It's... the same." 

It was all you could utter. His jaw loosened, and you could recognize his wide, stormy irises. 

"Huh? Wh — what?" 

"I feel the same way, Law. I—I love you too." 

Yours were open, too. They always were- yet he never acknowledged what dwelled inside. Two fools you both were. 

"... Oh..." and a breathless whisper was all he could offer. 

The silence dissipated. A delightful warmth occupied your rib cage. The pressure was gone. 

All is back to normal. 

"If... If you weren't sick. I'd kiss you." He mumbled, and his lips looked more luscious than ever. He shouldn't have said that. Now it was even harder. 

"P—pfft... Of course, of course. Can you come closer, at least?" you pouted, giving him the best puppy eyes you could muster. “Pretty please?”

"... Fine. It's — not contagious, anyway," he huffed, his cheeks a light pink, and he sat on the margin of the infirmary's bed, hustling just a tad bit closer... 

Closer... 

"Closer?" 

"Alright." 

His ears grew pink at your giggles. Your fingers graced each other, "DEATH" entwined with you. His hands were lukewarm. Long, slim, calloused in some places, but also tender to the contact. His metacarpals were partially discernible, defining the shadows. He took care of his nails, ensuring they were cut short, although they appeared slightly, just somewhat lengthier than usual. Not considerably, however; they were still short. 

How you missed holding it. 

"Sorry, by the way. About everything." Squeezing his hand, you attempted to show him what it meant to you. He squeezed it back, brushing the top of your hand with his thumb, a pensive and solemn look on his face. 

"No- I should apologize for not saying anything sooner. I neglected and avoided you. I … I don’t know what to do. You know I’m not the type for relationships.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, but weren't as worried as Law. You'll wait. Nothing would change. 

“Mmm. I can wait for you, Law.” Saying it seemed to take him off guard, as if he hadn't thought about it. Or, rather, didn't expect you to propose it. In his head, it seemed silly because it's him. If you were to ask in his place, he'd also wait. 

He felt lighter. 

“… Truly?” 

“Yeah. We can figure it out together. Like we always did. I’ve loved you for years." He inhaled deeply, your words buttery and sweet. "I’m fine with waiting longer.” 

Thinking you wouldn't accept, if he asked, was stupid of him too. Of course you would. Of course. With another squeeze, he nodded, and turned his head away from you a bit. 

His eyes glistened. 

“I’d like that. Thank you.” 

You smiled, too, saying nothing in return. 

He can take all the time he needs. 

After some days, everything went back to the typical routine. The first thing you did was knock Shachi and Penguin's heads, (supported by Ikkaku) and since Hakugan and Clione were on duty, you couldn't do the same for them. 

You puffed your cheeks and enjoyed chewing the well-earned treat you snagged from the kitchen, reorganizing boxes since this morning. 

"Tired?" 

Peeking at the door, a smile adorned your mouth at the sight of your captain leaning on it. 

"Mm, there were a lot of them." 

"You could've asked for help. You know I don't want any of you to strain yourselves with tasks." 

"I had it. Don't worry. Although..." another bite. "I miss it." 

"Hm?" he crooned, tipping his head forward. "Miss what?" 

You gazed into his eyes, "Miss getting pampered by you when I was sick." lovingly observing how they enlarged a bit before returning to the stoic stare he always wore, swaying his head to dismiss your remarks. The chambré tint on his cheeks was as clear as day, like his light smile. Not that you'd tell him, he'd immediately disregard it. 

"... Meet me at my office once you're done." 

As he turned his back to you, his boots making clicky rumors with each step, your smirk amplified... After all, who could wait to get coddled by none other than their favorite captain?

#law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x you

[fantasylandloser]

Prude

Summary: Very awkward conversation with JJ and the gang

Warning: mentions of sex/ jj being fucking annoying/ reader slut shaming JJ

A/N: Found this in the vault

*******

JJ knew the rules. He knew he couldn’t touch you. No pogue on pogue macking. That didn’t make it easier though, especially not now. Not now that you were curious.

You were the worst prude he knew. He wished you were faking it, but you truly were lost when it came to anything that had a sexual nature. It made it worse for him. You could be a real priss when it came to talking about it too. Like you were just a few minutes ago when you called JJ a slut. Granted he started the argument per usual, but you had  never actually taken a real jab at him. You usually would just mock him, or ignore him. You’ve never called him a name, but you were in a mood today and  JJ just wouldn’t take the hint. 

“Ya know, I don’t appreciate that.” JJ states. “Someone has to be giving to the tourons, and as we all know.” He puts his arms out shrugging. “I’m a giver.” You roll your eyes at him, trying to continue on with your book, mad at yourself for even engaging.

“If you let someone give to you, then maybe you wouldn’t be acting so pissy right now.” JJ continued trying to get you to say something back, and missing your usual banter instead of this mood you were in.

“JJ leave her alone.” Pope steps in, knowing that you hadn’t had the best day and that JJ was just further irritating you. 

JJ ignores him continuing to egg you on. “You know if you ever need to rub one out, I know this excellent technique-” JJ cuts himself off when he sees your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “I’m talking about for when you… well you know.” JJ smirks, only to stop promptly when Kie smacks him on the back of his head. 

“Leave her alone, idiot.” And JJ would have maybe left you alone then if you weren’t still making that adorable stupid confused face.

“Ow! I’m just saying Kie. You do touch yourself don’t you?” He asks directly the wheels in his head spinning as the stupid little confused look on your face deepens. Now even John B was looking up from his map, awaiting your answer and Pope and Kie also seemed to be.

“What are you even-” You start to ask, because everyone touches themself, to put on lotion, to do their hair, to take baths-

“Between your legs.” He clarifies for you immediately making the words die in your throat and a heat rise on your face. 

“Oh…” The awkward silence that settles in the group seems to intensify by the second. “No, not really.” 

“Not really?! What does that mean? You don’t ever just… get the urge.” JJ presses, leaning towards you in anticipation.

“JJ leave me aloneee.” You draw out in a groan. Uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, which somehow always gets to topics like this one when you’re talking to JJ. 

“That’s my last question. I swear. Then you can go back to reading and calling me a slut.” He pleads, curious eyes digging into you. 

You huff in irritation. “I tried once and it didn’t really feel-” You huff again at your inability to find the right words, but also knowing JJ wouldn’t leave you alone until his curiosity was satisfied. “I didn’t like it.” You answer simply, wanting the conversation to end.

“That’s gotta be the most bullshit thing I ever heard.” JJ tried to continue even though he said he’d leave you alone. Kie smacked his arm, making him put his arms up in surrender. “Fine, I'll leave it alone.” JJ finally let a now very awkward silence settle over everyone, knowing that wouldn’t be the last of that conversation.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #obx x reader #obx pogues #fantasylandloserfic #jj mayback imagine #outer banks

[deadpool15]

Sugarbaby vibes ✨️

I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.

Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.

But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.

"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.

I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."

I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.

After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."

Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.

Rule 1: Don't question anything

Rule 2: Don't talk back

Rule 3: Don't touch yourself

You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.

"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.

"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.

"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.

"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."

#swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #bada lee #bada lee x reader

[june-doe-event]

Hello !! Welcome to the June Doe Ride The Cyclone event !!

This is a 30 Day Art (of any sorts !!) event that runs throughout June, however I will rb any posts with the prompts until mid July.

(Rules, Prompt List, & such are under the cut.)

Rules:

1. Absolutely no NSFW of ANY kind, the rtc kids are, in fact, kids.

2. Please tag this account in any posts (on here) that you make w the prompts !! I wanna see them !! :D

3. I'll rb posts made with the prompts from after June up until July, but after that I'm done w this acc for the year shsh

(Not a rule but just something that should be known, I have quite a few tags blocked so I might not see some posts, but I will try my best to rb all of them. If I don't see your content, send it to me in an ask !!)

This event accepts any forms of art, from drawings, to writing, to gifs, to edits, etc etc !! Be creative !!

Prompt List:

June 1st — Pride Month / Identities

Centered around any queer hcs with the choir !! Can range from coming out scenes 2 them going to pride, list is endless :)

June 2nd — Pre-Canon / Post-Canon

The choirs childhoods, right before the accident, what you think happens after the show, again, the list is endless !!

June 3rd — Favorite Platonic Relationship(s)

Maybe they're familial, or maybe they're just best friends !! Just, no romance :)

June 4th — Favorite Romantic Relationship(s)

Your favorite ship(s) !!

June 5th — Ricky's Birthday

Happy Birthday Ricky Potts !! Celebrate their birthday in whatever way you please !!

June 6th — Swapped Roles

Maybe Ocean is the most romantic girl in town, maybe Noel is the angriest girl in town !! Aka, the choir swaps titles & sorta personalities

June 7th — Legoland

The first play in the Uranium Teen Scream Trilogy !! Legoland content is ofc welcomed (& encouraged !!) for all of the prompts, but this is Legoland specific (if you don't have the script pdf & you'd like to read it, you can dm me either on this acc or on my main !!)

June 8th — Alternate Jane Doe

(Or John !!) Maybe Oceans parents never identified her, or maybe Noel was mangled beyond recognition !! Either way, someone else is left doll-like and confused.

June 9th — Someone Else Goes Back

Maybe Ocean votes Constance, or maybe the vote was unanimous like originally promised! Jane stays, someone else leaves.

June 10th — Mega Mall

The one(1) thing to do in Uranium. And Noel's personal hell.

June 11th — U-Pop

Ocean & Constance's (scripted) improv duo !! Sound off !!

June 12th — The Fair

What'd the choir get up to before the crash ? What were they doing ? What rides did they go on ? What'd they eat ?

June 13th — Uranium City

The Pride And Joy of Sweet Saskatchewan !! (<- literally a nightmare) !!

Or, something about the town itself !! It's history !!

June 14th — The Accident.

How'd they die ? What happened ? How did people react to it ? Who witnessed it ?

(If your content for this is gorey, please tag it appropriately.)

June 15th — Everybody Lives / Nobody Dies

Maybe they never rode the Cyclone in the first place, maybe they did but they survived, either way, everyone is fine !! (Or are they?)

June 16th — Religion

Ocean has three of them !! Something surrounding faith of some kind — or lack thereof !!

Alternative June 16th Prompt because I know some people may find the topic uncomfortable — Animals !!

Ricky's fourteen cats !! Penny & her love of animals !! Anything !!

June 17th — The Blackwood Cafe

The best (and probably only) cafe in Uranium !! Constance's family cafe, their pride and joy :)

June 18th — Cut Characters

Cut Character Submissions are welcome here no matter what, but this is specifically dedicated to them !! What was their reaction to the accident ? How did they die ? What was their backstory ?

June 19th — Zolar

The Fantasia Of Ricky Potts !! Anything to do with the world inside their head :)

June 20th — Songfic / Lyrics

Something surrounding a song you associate with the choir (or a certain member) !!

(Disclaimer this works for any type of art I just called it a songfic in the prompts list because it's. Easier ykyk)

June 21st — Summer

Happy Summer Solstice !! Anything 2 do with the current season :)

June 22nd — Graduation

What if they didn't die before they could graduate? How does that go?

June 23rd — Choir Event

Maybe it's last years Kiwanis, maybe it's a separate event !! Either way, they're performing again !!

June 24th — Production Specific

Instead of just general RTC, this prompt centers around a certain production !! (Be creative with it !! Use smaller ones !!)

June 25th — One Off Lines

Like how Ricky said in the 2016 previews that his mom read him the Little Prince TWENTY THREE TIMES (it was weird, he likes it), or how Ocean says that Constance 'has been a loose cannon since kindergarten' in the 2015 ver !! Anything surrounding stuff that they don't expand on.

June 26th — Jane's Dolly

How'd she find it? What if she had a different type of dolly? Just surrounding our favorite doll girl & her dolly :)

June 27th — Talia

Miss Talia Muruska Bolinska !! Is she real? How does she find out about the accident? How'd she meet Mischa? What was her life like?

June 28th — Families

The choirs' parents, them as a found family, the list goes on !! Just anything surrounding family :)

June 29th — Funerals

Because, these kids are dead, they have to have a memorial service of some sort !!

June 30th — Free Day

And, for our final day ( :( ) , we have a free day !! Do whatever you'd like !! :D

That's everything !! Feel free to send me asks with any questions you have !! :D

— Your moderator, @undescribed1mage :D

#bam !! #i really hope this does well shsh #ride the cyclone #rtc #legoland #legoland jacob richmond #legoland richmond #legoland play #st cassians chamber choir #ocean oconnell rosenberg #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ricky potts #constance blackwood #jane doe #penny lamb

[thebottomfromhell]

So can I ask about demon male reader die in the upper-moon arm like the reader saying how much they love them and a lot of things that he want to say and they actually cry or something like that I just you know feel kind of I don't know I just well yeah that's all I need to go to sleep now I should

Sorry it took me this long, you order angst, we have angst!

Male Demon Reader Dying in Uppermoon's arms.

Warnings: Angst, Reader's death, mentioned PTSD, Implied possible suicide, Gyokko and Douma are their own warnings.

Gyutaro:

You can still feel your body, but all of your attention is in your head, or mostly, in the arms that hold it against the thin body. Also in your ears, since you have never heard Gyutaro scream like that. It's so loud, so painful, so miserable, the agony.... the grief, you can only hear it "I WILL KILL EVERYONE! GIVE HIM BACK! GIVE HIM BACK RIGHT NOW!!" You try to catch his attention, it seems you can talk even without vocal cords and lungs, but there is no time to find some logic behind it. "Gyutaro...."

What are you even supposed to say? Comfort him? How? You are dying. Things won't be ok. You try to change the topic, for him to not cry his lungs out, or at least not having to face that during your last seconds. "Where is Daki?" Daki, the light of his life, his little sister, he seems to cry even harder after that, embracing what is left about you. "She was burned... THEY BURNED HER UP ALIVE!" Burn, but this slayer didn't do flame breathing, you would have felt it, but even more concerning, is that you don't understand why some fire would be so bad. "Gyutaro, she's ok. She can heal."

He breathes, blinks a bit as he keeps hugging your head, or what it's left from it. You are basically just a face right now. But you can feel the rest of your body, also becoming... nothing. It's scary, you will be gone. But you want to leave Gyutaro... in a better state than this. "But you won't... ne... you won't heal from this..." You already knew that, but him saying it outloud makes you start crying. "I love you... I'll miss you Gyutaro."

Your ears ar already gone after that, there is so much more you would like to say, but there is no time. But you can read his lips, he has said those words several times. There is no misunderstanding. "I love you Y/N." And the last thing you feel are his hands and tears on your face, you really wish you could have done more.

Gyokko:

Gyukko just watches you desintegrate in his hands, he is in his final form, and you are dying. Even now, they are not exactly comforting, as he seems fixated with the fact that you are dying. To be honest, you never expected anything else, he loves pain and death, those are part of his art. And you have always supported his art, so you don't cry and show no fear, since you are not a piece of art of his. You are supposed to be his equal, even now.

"Oi, Gyokko...." he looks at you, making eye contact, if he knows you are upset he hasn't shown signs of it. He hasn't even shown signs of being upset. You hold your breath, then inhale deeply to calm your nerves... how are you even breathing? You have no lungs, your respiratory system has been literally cut in two. It's so confusing, everything is so confusing, and that is scary. "Will you miss me?" You ask, controlling your voice. It doesn't break, it doesn't show anything but the same interest Gyokko is showing.

He doesn't answer inmediately, that does upsets you as you fear he might not answer. That would be worse than saying "no", and time is running out. Bet he does answer after thinking about it. "I will miss you a lot, you dumb bastard. Why did you have to die so easily?" He complains, and you just have to laugh, eyes watering. Typical Gyokko. "I love you, Gyokko. Never change."

You smile as he goes silent again, thinking, as his eyes nover stop concentrating in you. "I love you too. You were great, and I will always remember you." That is all you can ask for, you think as you spend you last moments looking at each other.

Hantengu:

Hantegu crushes you head against his stomach and legs as he cries, hiding and curled up on the floor. He doesn't even know from what, the slayers are already dead. "It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" He babbles, whining and crying, in his eternal PTSD, and to be honest this is not how you want to go. Him denying accusations nobody is making, it's both sad and annoying, but you're not in the situation to comfort him.

How can you calm him down when you are just as scared as he is for the first time? You have always been the brave one between the two but... you're dying. You're dying and you don't know what will happen once you are dead. "Hantengu... please. I know it wasn't you. You are innocent." Innocent from what? You have to admit you are pissed you will never find out, but Hantengu seems to collect himself after that.

"I will miss you. I will miss you a lot. Why do you have to die? Why do I have to be miserable and watch you die?" You chuckle as he pities himself, instead of piying you. But again, Hantengu has never once felt pity for you, you always liked that. Likes to be the strong one even if he was Uppermoon 4. "The world is a cruel place, maybe it's better for me that I'm leaving it!" You manage to joke about him, making him cry. But now you feel good enough to smile."Don't worry Hantengu, I'm sure you'll be fine. You still have the clones, don't you? The can take the role of the protector men I have been taking."

You laugh a bit. "I love you." He says before going silent, that surprises you. He isn't even crying, just trying to smile like you. You only have your face left right now, so if you got something to say... "I love you too." Say it.

Sekido:

Sekido is still killing the slayer that decapitated you... or well, he would be if you could kill someone that is already deader than a 100 year old corpse. Still, he is angry and taking his anger ojt in someone that deserves it instead of the rest of the clones or you. You are angry as well, you are going to die and there is nothing anybody can do about it. No matter how much Sekido stabs the dead body with his staff, you won't stop dying.

"Sekido..." You don't know if it's safe to call his attention upon you right now, but... you don't want to go with your face only feeling the cold and dirty ground. Thankfully, he seems to calm down when he sees you. Or at least he isn't raging anymore... he actually looks worried and scared. He runs to where you are and hugs you head tight against his chest, breathing unsteady as your face is pressed against his kimono. "I HATE YOU! Y/N, YOU BASTARD, I HATE YOU! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, WEAKLING, PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A DEMON!"

You are not surprised, but you can't help but to roll your eyes, annoyed. Your last second will really be you hearing your partner cursing you for being killed? Well, at least his chest is more comfortable than the ground, even if the way he has you prevents you from speaking. Maybe it's better this way, it won't become an argument. By the time you realize, the screming turned into crying, you can feel the tears falling on top of you. "I love you... don't leave."

He always had a hard time saying it, so to hear it now... it's nice. You try to wiggle against his grip and you say several times, hoping that even with his clothes muffling you, he can hear you."SEKIDO, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU TOO, SEKIDO! I LOV-" Your mouth is gone, hopefully, the way he holds you tighter means he heard you. Now... it's over.

Karaku:

Karaku is just sitting with your head in his lap, holding you with his hands. He is youching your face, petting your head and carresing your cheeks with his thumbs. He is giving you a brave smile as his eyes are watering and holding a lot of warmth. "I love you a lot, you know? Like... really love you, not like the others I have loved...." he speaks softly to you as he keeps comforting you.

"Kara-" he interrupts you putting one finger over your lips, shaking his head and laughing softly. "Don't speak... just... let us have this last seconds together. This will be the last time I see you... I want to cherish you one last time." He says it, and you let it be. You honestly don't know what else to do, and the idea of being able to ignore the pain, ignore the fear, ignore the sorrow, ignore the rage for tha sake of having pleasure, even if it will be for the last time... sounds nice.

"You are very strong, you know. You did everything you could and I'm so proud to call you mine, handsome. You also have always treated me so well and I'm so fucking grateful... damn, I just love you so much." He sniffles as his voice breaks, wanting to talk. Wanting to make this about you since there will be no more a "you" later, and that hurts him. "I love you so much, you are everything I want, sweet boy." Tears start to fall of his eyes and his lips trembles, but he is still smilig towards you.

"I love you too, Karaku." It feels a bit pathetic that you can only come up with that after everything he said, but from the look in his face, it makes his smile easier as he rubs the tears off his face. "I know." Is the last thing you hear.

Urogi:

Urogi is flying with your head in his arms, you feel the cold air, but you are mostly shielded by his body as he presses you in his chest. You don't even know where you are going and you are sure Urogi also doesn't know. He probably just panicked and grabbed you and is searching a way to save you, when... there is none. You don't want to be the one to say it outloud, but... "Urogi.... UROGI. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!"

You have to scream since the preasure of the air muffles all the sounds except the wings and the heartbeat of the clone, but that second could be only because you are pressed against his chest. "SHUT UP! YOU CAN'T DIE! YOU HEAR ME? YOU CAN'T DIE! I WON'T LET YOU!" You can hear his voice break, he is definetely crying from the nasal way it sounds. What to do now? You don't want to be the one to break it up to him but you also want to be able to say goodbye without Urogi being in denial.

You were beheaded by a slayer, there is no winning in this one, and it breaks Urogi. You actually feel guilty for dying, and so many other feelings. You don't want to die, you were killed, and you don't want to fight Urogi into facing the facts. Not when you only have some seconds left. "I LOVE YOU, UROGI! MY PREACIOUS BIRD, YOU ARE THE MOST LOVABLE DEMON THERE IS!" You scream again, and Urogi presses you face agains his chest even harder.

"I LOVE YOU TOO! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! PLEASE DON'T DIE! DON'T!" As you really can't comfort him right now, you only cry with him in this last seconds.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu doesn't cry, he barely does more than show a sorrowful face, no matter how sad he is or how much he pities everything around him. Right now he pities you, but he also pities himself, that he has to watch the one he loves die. He holds your head in his hands, sitting with his gaze lost in the forest as he foces you to watch the same way he is. It's a beautiful night, there is a river in front of you that sounds so peacful, the moon is bright, the aire is fresh and it's just a bit chilly (nothing for a demon).

"The moon is beautiful tonight, don't you think?" He moves your head slightly so you can see the moon and the stars surrou ding it better, it's hard to say if he is just ignoring the issue of if he is confessing his love one last time. "I like to be able to experience times like this with you. Everything is nicer when you are around, even the others..." his voice doesn't even crack more than it usually does. But again, he is sorrow, if anyone knows how to handle said feeling, it should be him.

Still, you feel the drops, his tears, shed on the top of your head. He doesn't make any sound as he cries, just letting them out. "I'm really going to miss you a lot. It will be sadder to not have you around... thank uou for all the time you have given me. It left me content." He keeps monologing, wanting to get everything put or his chest or just wanting to make this the least painful possible for you, it's impossible for you to know. But you don't feel scared or angry...

"I will miss you too. I love you." You feel sad, sad that it's all over. The last thing you feel is that Aizetsu moves you head, pt right now just a face, again to be able to kiss it goodbye, making eye contact with you. His lips move, but you can't hesr him. "I love you more."

Nakime:

Nakime is shocked, she doesn't even know what to do besides having you in her lap, taking the place it's usually for her biwa. Now you are nothing but a head that fell from the sky as she summoned you, you managed to communicate with her after a slayer decapitated you and you are at least glas you will be able to spend this last seconds with her. You were so scared for a secondz that you wouldn't make it, that you would be gone and she wouldn't even know it, that she would wait for you still.

You spend the last moments in quiet, you don't want to force her to speak. You would suggest that she could play for you as you finish to desintegrate, but you are very comfortable in her lap. You don't want to move or to be moved. She isn't even crying, and she is barely touching you, just enough for you to not roll over. That would be uncomfortable.

Many thoughts and feelings run through your head. Where is your body? What is going to happen now? Is Nakime going to miss you? That slayer better die painfully! You really love Nakime. What should you say right now? That sword really hurt! - Everything is so spontaneous. But again, you are dying, you have the priviledge of not being coherent.

"I love you, Nakime." You tell her honestly, those are good last words, right? It's not original, impressive or anything, really. But it's honest, and it feels right to tell her. Nakime doesn't cry, her voice doesn't break. She just answers "I love you too, Y/N." And yoj both spend your lasts moments together in silent.

Akaza:

Akaza is crying a lot, your face has more tears of his than yours, as he holds yuou with his forehead almost meeting his. He screams, sniffles, hiccups, begs, everything. "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! I COULDN'T PROTECT YOU! I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU! I DIDN'T WANT TO BREAK MY PROMISE! I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME! WE WERE MEANT TO HAVE A LIFE TOGETHER!" The misery in his voice makes you want to cry, too. But you also want to comfort Akaza, who seems near having an attack.

"Akaza, my love, my komainu... don't worry. I'm not angry, you did the best you could. It's not your fault." You speak softly, he always loved it when you were soft to him and you hope being gentle can calm him down. "I WILL KILL THOSE SWORDSMEN! I WILL! THEY ARE ALL COWARDS! WEAKLINGS! THEY DESERVE TO DIE!" He isn't listening, he probably can't. He is again rambling about weaklings, you always thought it was strange the way Akaza seemed to remember and not his human life.

You like to think forgetting is some sort of mercy, it makes easier to handle the demon life and diet if you don't have a mamory of anything pevious holding you back, like you feel it does to Akaza somehow. Part of you wishes he could also forget you, it would make it easier for him. "Akaza... listen to me." You try again, and again, and again... time is running out.

He can't hear anything you say, and you only hope he doesn't just follow after you. Not when he has still a lot to do. "I love you so much." You may not knoe about Akaza's past, but you know he will let no sword user live after this.

Douma:

You are almost praying that Douma doesn't just start playing with your head as if it was a ball. He is holding you with just one hand so you can be in front of his face, crying thick tears through his eyes. You can't even bring hourself to be scared or sad, just annoyed with the fact that even know Douma is not being honest. You are about to die, the least he could do is show you the real Douma for one last time. "It's such a tragic event."

Yeah, very tragic, to cry for. That you already know, Douma would not be crying if he didn't knew normal people cry in situations like this. "Douma, please stop crying. We both know you are having fun with thag and I would appreciate if you stopped acting for some seconds." You tell him honestly. You are usually more aware with his condition and let him express his fake emotions. Right now? What do you have to lose if he doesn't like your attitude? Kill you more? Leace you be? Throw you out? Hurt you? What does it matter now? You want to see Douma, so if you can't you might just not be around his mask.

By your surprise, he actually thinks about it. "You are right, this will be rhe last time we see each other. I might as well just be myself for the sake of how special this moment is. Like a farewell." He says as he droos the fake expressions and looks at you, eyes mostly empry, just showing interest. The rest of the face is blank, relaxed completely, as if it wasn't alive. You feel less alone like that, it gives some dort of relief. "You are so pretty, Douma. And a lot more than just some silver hair, an ear the it's supposed to be for deities and rainbow eyes. A healthy advice? Look for someone that realizes that." You smile at him.

He doesn't asnwer for a while, thinking about it before nodding. None of you wsnt to say anything else, just look at each other. If you tell him you love him he will just say it back, and you don't want that. You love Douma, and you are just happy to be with the real one in your last seconds. "Goodbye Douma." He looks at you with all his attention, face finally moving. "Goodbye Y/N. It was a pleasure to know you."

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou is just holding you, watching you die. Though, he is probably still procesing it, so you don't know what to say. He has your head in his lap as he is sitting, just watching you with intensity. It's a bit akward. "Kokushibou, can you ple-" he interrupts you. "Don't speak." He tells you coldly, and you can only sigh at that. You are not even surprised.

"You are dying." He continues after a few seconds, and NOOOO, REALLY?! You didn't notice! At all! Like, it's not like you felt a freaking katana pierce throigh your neck and now your body is desintegrating slowly. It's not like you can move your body but you can't feel you back and legs at all, and for fuck's sake, you are dying. After going through all that, you are scared. What now?

You can see Kokushibou thinking, he probably wants to comfort you and doesn't know how, not realizing he caused you distress in the first place. "You will not be bothered by worldly matters. You will be..." and he can't continue, because how can he comfort you when dying? You know Kokushibou is terrified by death, and now he wants to try to convince you that it's "not so bad"? What a joke! But you appreciate the gesture. You know it will be your last time with him and you don't want it to be such a waste with things with comfort or regret.

"I love you, Kokushibou. You are an idiot, but I love you." He frowns when you insult him, but doesn't complain. He evades your eyes for a while before sighing. "I also love you, Y/N. Goodbye." As cold as ever, but what did you expect? "Goodbye..." you spend the rest of uour seconds in silent, not really satisfied but not wanting to ask more from Kokushibou. It's over.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #douma #gyutaro #sekido #hantengu #nakime #akaza #kokushibou #gyokko #kny headcanons

[multiverse-imagines]

um… so I literally just binged read all your Vash fics. Planning on watching the anime on Saturday.

but I’m even tho I’m a newcomer……

can I get a Vash x Reader, where maybe homeboy gets her pregnant.

👉👈

he’s already taking over my life…

A/N: so I'm not typically comfortable with writing this kind of thing, but for specifically you, (and Vash) just this once, I'll indulge a pregnancy fic request. It gave me a chance to think about things I don't want to write in the future. It's my fault for not putting it in my pinned post. I will say this was one of the cutest things I've written in Vash's pov, and probably how I would react if I got told I was gonna be a dad. I do appreciate getting out of my comfort zone sometimes. ^-^

On the lighter notes, I'm so excited for you to be joining the Trigun cult we've amassed on Tumblr! Give the manga a read too if you can! Don't worry about being a newcomer. I've only been in this fandom for a year. (Where has he been all my life?) It's never too late to start a new series!!! If you want someone to gush about the series with, hit me up!

I've only had Vash for a year, and in my head we've already been married for 10. xD

Sprout

I carried a box of donuts, sandwiches, and a couple of sodas towards City Hall, where she worked. She, My Lovely Mayfly, worked there as a volunteer coordinator. I decided to surprise her with lunch. She always works herself too hard, and sometimes forgets to eat. I entered the main lobby, quickly finding the office she worked in. It was empty. I came in early enough where she wouldn't have gone to lunch with anyone else. The hairs on my neck stood on end as I thought of the worst. Making my way back to the front desk, I asked the receptionist where she was.

"Oh, She went out for a bit. She said she had a doctor's appointment. Said she'd hopefully be back by lunch." The receptionist took a sip of his coffee. A doctor's appointment? She hadn't said anything about an appointment this week. Before I could make my way back to her office to wait, a chime of the front door revealed someone entering City Hall. I turned around to see her, My Mayfly. She almost seemed troubled, looking at the ground, not quite noticing me yet.

"Hey, Mayfly!" I cheerily greeted her as always. She seemed to stiffen up, but was immediately happy to see me.

"H-hey, Angel. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I brought us some lunch! How was your appointment?" She stiffened up again at this.

"Why don't we eat lunch!" She seemed to panic as she dragged me into her office, shutting the door, almost too quickly. She leaned against the door with a sigh. She was acting strange, well, more so than usual.

"Mayfly, is something wrong?" I let my voice drop to a concerned tone. Her breath hitched, and the facade of being around other people faded. Her face was almost… scared. Vulnerable, Worry, such things I never wanted to see on her face.

"Do you remember when I said sometime last week that I was feeling kinda funny?"

"Y-yeah, I thought it was the burger from the bar."

"Well, it wasn't the burger, I guess…"

"You didn't get sick, did you? You're not dying are you?" I began to worry. Humans didn't live too long on this planet. Taking a chance with her as my partner was a struggle for me. I often distance myself from others where I can, even though it doesn't ease the pain when they die. We had spoken on this topic a few times when I tried to deny her advances, even though every fiber of my being wanted her. What if she really was dying? I couldn't take her with me as I continued to run from bounty hunters and the like.

"Vash." My name leaving her lips broke my panic, and I hadn't even noticed she had taken my hands, "I'm not dying. I…." She took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

"P-pregnant." I repeated back to her, "wh…what?" My face relaxed from panic to surprise as my gaze drifted to her hips, "I.. I didn't think that was even possible." A wave of emotion was flowing through me all at once. How was my DNA compatible with human DNA? How was I supposed to keep the two of them safe? Raising a child on the run? What if Knives targeted them? What if I died before I could see the kid go to school? Or get married? Oh, Rem, help me. What if they died young? What if I lost Mayfly during the birthing process? What if I lost both of them?

My body moved on its own as I leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. I rested one hand on her back, the other rested on her cheek. I allowed my mind to clear as I lost myself in her kiss.

I whispered her name when I parted from her lips. Holding her chin to keep intimate eye contact.

"I love you. Let's have a family together." I found myself laughing a little bit as a smile came across my face. The laughter spread as I pressed more little kisses to her lips, "I'm gonna be a dad." I toyed with the idea of teaching the little sprout how to color, ride a Tomas, reading them bedtime stories, falling asleep with them cradled into my chest on our ragged couch, and even teaching them good morals if I could help it.

"I'll keep you both safe. I promise."

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #tw: pregnancy

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

I Wonder what you think of people fishing (in general). I personally would love to learn how to fish and learn how to catch specific fish with bait and even mount some cool catches, but sometimes, I ask myself if this aligns with my moral standings. I’m personally pescatarian and love eating fish, but can’t help feel sorry for them while eating them.

I also know that fishing does help with regulating/population-control of specific fish. 🧐

Anyways, I’d love to know how you feel about eating fish and fishing fish whilst also loving fish and appreciating fish. 🐟

(I’ve used the word fish multiple times haha, fish fish fish fish 🐠)

I get what you mean! It's a whole moral conundrum and a half, I'll say.. ^^' I used to enjoy fishing myself, my family and I would go to the local pond and do catch and release fishing; I liked it because it was the only time I could properly see and handle fish, as otherwise they were out of sight under the water. Some years back though, I became very conflicted about fishing just for enjoyment due to the inevitable stress it causes the fish to be pulled out of the water by their mouth and roughly handled on land. Sometimes fish don't recover from the shock and end up dying anyway. I felt awful thinking back on all the fish that must've suffered at my own hands. The last time I went fishing was probably about three years back, I haven't fished since. Although I haven't 100% decided that I'm never in my life fishing again, it's probably safe to assume I won't be fishing for a long, long while... @~@

That's how I feel about myself fishing, but when it comes to others fishing, I really don't mind. Everyone can decide for themselves what they wish to do, and where their stance on fishing lies. Even if I don't like eating most fish, it is a fact that fish can be more sustainable than other animal meat and eating local native fishes is a very good alternative to just buying from the store! Much like you said, fishing can be used to control populations of fish, like invasive species (lionfish come to mind immediately), which is also very good! Fishing is also just a fun hobby to have and brings a lot of enjoyment to many people, haha.

Much like commercial fishing, leisure fishing can have bad impact on fish and fish populations, but it doesn't have to be that way! One can take measures to fish in a way that doesn't harm the overall population and causes the fishes minimal stress, take for example my good friend! She has kept fish as pets and loves them much like I do, but she still fishes. She sands down the barbs on her hooks, and when she fishes with the intent of eating, she quickly puts the fish down. She holds the belief that if you're planning on having meat in your diet, you have to get comfortable with the idea that animals have to die for that diet, and also be sure that the animals didn't have to die in a more painful and stressful way than what was necessary. I pretty much agree with her.

So yeah! To make a long, rambly story short, I don't want to fish myself but I'm otherwise pretty neutral on the topic. Other people can go fish as much as they want to, but I only wish that people would make it easier on the fishes themselves! Their lives are valuable too and I think it is a fisher's responsibility to make sure they are treated with dignity and mercy.

Man, I ended up writing fish and fishing and fishes so many times myself, they don't even look like real words anymore! Fishfishfishfishfishfishfishfishfishfishfishfish!

#animal death #animal death ment tw #tw animal death #did i sound enough like a politician? /j #this is of course my opinion and i simplified things a bit as to not write a whole essay on different types of fishing and their ethics #not to even mention aquaculture! but this is about fishing #im afraid the fishing ethical conundrum is something youll have to think through yourself! but such is life #asks #ferndoesentomology

[meggannn]

more bg3 oc stuff

goes by tabito (wanderer), which is not her birth name it’s just what she calls herself here for privacy. an ultra-serious Live and Die by the Blade warrior who came to faerûn recently and the gang nicknames her tab/tav since the japanese (wa-an) b/v sound similar. half-elf and also half-wanese

because everyone has a secret backstory hers is that she's actually ultra violent and on an ecologically and self-destructive path of revenge that took her to faerûn after she had to leave home. came to baldur's gate hunting down one of her targets. quiet little freak enjoys it when things go wrong as an excuse to cut loose

astarion may take it as a challenge to seduce her but first assumes she's boring/a lost cause and flirts heavily with wyll instead

karlach takes a while to come around but eventually loves talking her ear off at camp because she's a good listener. maybe a little weird when she sharpens her blade while staring into the fire for several minutes without blinking but we've all got our quirks. does not touch tav or even ask to hug because she’s trying to avoid the topic of all the mysterious burns on her face and arms

shadowheart takes a LONG while but eventually is like yes there is room for two half-elves shrouded in mystery and darkness here, you ARE the sister i never knew i wanted, i WILL turn you goth, i will not link arms with you but i WILL take it personally if we dont go on every mission together

lae'zel and tabito are just (nods at each other). lae'zel likes that she minds her own business and is a straightest-line-between-two-points person

wyll thought he liked her until he found out she doesn't actually give a shit about little people. now he's not mad at her he's just disappointed

cue the "what kind of samurai ARE you" "i never said i was a samurai. samurai are honorable. fuck off" conversation that boils over one night over dinner when she advocates to not get involved in the grove business

only then does astarion sit up from across the camp and go okay i can work with that. (he's also fucking appalled to learn that she knows three language but none of them are elvish)

gale doesn't care. he's pretty neutral on her since she does translate some foreign books for him and gives him a break from cooking with new recipes, but she told him she won't teach him eastern magic so stop ASKING and he's still not over it

halsin's like "ok haha ur a little weird, let me know if you want to learn some faerûn elven traditions since you were raised by your wanese human side—" "no." "haha ok i'll be over here if you change ur mind :)" and never talks to her without prompting again (though he whittles a few things for her hoping she changes her mind)

#tabito #bg3 #im thinking. born in wa. hid in kozakura for a while. eventually traveled west when she decided to start hunting people down for Revenge #i knew nothing about dnd before starting the game so im sorry if the lore is wrong im learning this from the wiki

[etincelleart]

Look, I miss Penny and while I do think it's unfair that Penny didn't even get to experience much of what it means to be humans, a big theme of RWBY that I respect is that the heroes don't always win and that sometimes, good people die. If Penny were to come back to life, it would undermine not only her own sacrifice, but also the development of Ruby, Jaune and Winter.

I wrote a loooot of big reflexions and ideas about the Penny subject soo tbh I'm kinda tired to explain why I would disagree with you and why I think her coming back is very much possible. :'] Nothing against you but if you know me a liiittle bit, you know I write a lot about her, I give valid arguments when I write theories, nothing comes out of nowhere so feel free to check it out if you'd like to know more of my thoughts on this !

Of course in the end, no matter if she comes back or not, it's up to the writers and CRWBY to decide. I'm not saying anything I'm saying is the confirmation of anything, it's just that I need to gather my thoughts and write discussions on the topics because I still find odd that I'm able to find that many clues and hints about Penny even in just Volume 9 alone. Also I just enjoy this and I'm having fun in my little delusional era and even if it turns out not true, well I'm having a good time rn now aha. And people can completely disagree with me, I accept that of course ! But unless you have a discussion to start with me and arguments to give me on your opinion as well, what is the point to tell me that you disagree ? '^^

I'm not saying that to be mean, but it just feel like here that you seem annoyed of my little ramblings about Penny, if that's the case I will continue so feel free to not read if you don't like it. But if you genuinely want to discuss about the subject, then I think what you said isn't really enough. Like if Penny is just meant to be a tragic character, it's just sad that they brought her back + we already have Pyrrha who died and never came back (unless plot twist they decide to bring her back too lmao). Penny symbolizes hope in a lot of way, and I completely agree that for a while I thought she had to stay dead and never come back (again, just read my posts before writing in my ask section because I won't write to explain again lol). But as I explained in a few posts, Volume 9, literally a volume about rebirth and reincarnation, changed a lot of aspects to me. No one complained that much when Little died then came back as Somewhat just because they're Afteran. The very same universe that created the Two Brothers who created Remnant, anyway-

What I mean is that for the first time we have reincarnation depicted in a positive way in RWBY, while it's always been about war and "balance" before (balance instaured by the Brothers, and they don't even respect it). I think it's a big tone change in the RWBY story.

For now I'll stop there but truly, if you want to talk about this subject with me, read my posts-

#rwby #rwby discussion #rwby theory #theory #discussion #penny #penny polendina #rwby v9 #rwby volume 9 #penny revival

[crisalidaseason]

Short story featuring Armin and Mikasa talking about Armin's recent relationship and some other painful topics.

Content warning: angst, arumika being cute besties, Armin loves Mika so much (platonic), Armin x gn!reader, reader is implied to be a foreigner, story set during timeskip before S4, mentioned distant Eren, Eren/Mika/Armin friendship is strained, mentions of stealing from Levi. I think that's all.

"This is cruel, don't you think?" Mikasa whispered.

Armin didn't reply, pretending to write down something important. He usually enjoyed her company whenever he was doing paperwork for Hange or his own interests, while she had moments of peace from Eren's growing apathy. It was a silent agreement between them, never leaving the other alone.

But tonight she was too much.

"Please, Mika, not this, not now"

She did as he asked, but Armin knew the matter wasn't nearly settled. He stopped scribbling, putting the pen down and relaxing into the chair.

"It was one of the first things we discussed when this relationship started" he caved in.

He knew Mikasa would advocate for them, and he was grateful for that. They were so new to this titan-shifter world, so new to Paradise in itself. Armin told his lover multiple times that he had a short life ahead, but they still wanted him.

"Still, it's gonna hurt them the same when you...you know" she said, hugging her knees.

"When I die?" He said back "I know, and I feel horrible about it. Knowing I'm gonna leave them eventually"

"Again, isn't it cruel? To indulge this relationship just to break them in the end?"

"Just as cruel as being your friend for all those years and also leaving you in the end" he replied.

"it's not the same-"

"It is!" Armin stood up "I have limited time not only for them, but also for you and everyone else"

He sighed, feeling the familiar sting of the tears. He thought the crying over his short second life was over at this point, but it still caught from time to time. He was good at pretending that his 13 year limit wasn't an issue, but he mourned every single day.

"I know that not engaging with them would be better, that distancing myself from everyone will supposedly hurt less, but I want to be selfish"

He sat next to her, on the edge of his bed. She was still hugging her knees, face partially hidden by that stupid red scarf.

"He might think it's better to abandon us all, but I don't. I want to experience the frights of a relationship, to live my remaining years with all of you. I want to be a lover, a friend and a comrade for as long as I can"

She remained silent, still not looking at him. Slowly she put her legs down and turned to face Armin, taking one of his hands on both of hers.

"I'm sorry" she said "I don't want you to stay away from anyone, not even for a second. I was worried about them, that's all"

"I know, don't be sorry. It's good to know they have someone to trust when I'm gone" he smiled at her.

"I'll take care of them, I promise" she said, holding his hand tightly.

"I know you will, and I know they will care for you as well"

He embraced Mikasa softly and she returned it with a contrasting delicacy to her strength. When they separated, Armin stood and offered his hand to her.

"Come on, I'll make you some tea" he said.

"Only if you steal from the Captain's supply"

"Stolen black tea it is then"

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[hatbox-apologist]

Love's Dark Afflictions

Chapter 10

Warnings: Romance, attempted suicide, depression, mention of murder, mention of blood, consentual possession

Preface: I'll be shortening the word count per chapter from now until the endings. There will still be the same amount of content for the fic, I've just split the story up into more chapters. With all that said, this chapter has some sensitive topics so plz read the warnings.

You’re half a mile out from the mansion grounds when you come to a stop and dismount your horse. You pull out your flintlock from your waistcoat and examine it, glinting in the morning sun before a cloud passes overhead. “Alistair.” You summon him keeping your eyes on the mechanism. “I’m right here.” He materializes in front of you. “If I die,” You pause, trying to keep your composure as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. “Will I end up in the ghost realm with you?” You ask him. He opens his mouth to answer but then pauses, fully taking in the implications of the question. “If your spirit is restless then yes.” He says. You nod and blink to clear your vision from the blur of tears. You look up at him and place the barrel over your temple, cocking back the hammer with a sickening click. “But,” He puts his hands up and cautiously steps closer to you. “You don’t have to join me yet, if you’re not ready.” He says trying to persuade you. You screw your eyes shut. “I’m not ready,” A few tears roll down your cheeks. “But I want this torment to be over with.” You growl, pressing the barrel further against your head. “Oh, no, darling. I promise you I will find a way to keep that nasty servant away from you.” He says placing his hands on your waist. You hang your head but keep the gun aimed true. “It’s not just about the servant.” You choke, your hand trembling against the trigger. “It's alright.” He shushes you. “You can tell me anything.” He strokes your waist. “You wouldn't understand.” You sniffle. “I rather think I would.” He smirks at you. “We have much in common, you know. You may be a mortal but you have a very powerful, restless spirit within you, just as I.” He tilts his head. You pause to consider his past, his murders, and possibly his similar feelings.

“I’m not right. There’s something broken in me, in my head. I can’t feel things like others do. I'm numb to emotion. Before you, before I met William even, everything, everyday, felt the same. It was all dull and boring, and the worst part was it was doomed to repeat itself again the next.” You begin to grow frustrated. “Day after day, mundane task after mundane task, there was nothing that made me feel happy. I barely felt alive. Business trips, disgusting family gatherings, greedy galas, house parties, it tired me to no end. I could've bought anything I wanted, god knows I had the power and money to, but I knew it wouldn't fill the emptiness I felt.” You take a breath. You hadn't even noticed you had dropped your pistol. “Nothing made me happy.” You punctuate. “Until…” You trail off. “Until?” Alistair asks cautiously as to not provoke you in your current state. “Until, I started looking for ways to bring back Eleanor.” You sigh. “My goal was never to bring her back, but to end these silly seances. They'd dragged on too long and I wanted out of them.” You huff.

“Though, I never thought I'd find anything but parlor tricks. I found something more, something darker than I had imagined. It intrigued me and I chose to look into it. But when I did, I became fascinated with it. The spilling of blood, the enthralling chants and spells, it was… infatuating. I felt a dark desire to draw closer but I couldn't. With my status in society, if I were seen performing such things it would’ve ruined my reputation further. So I stopped searching, kept it all a secret, and fell back into the numbness.” You sigh. “After a time I became restless again and decided to act on impulse and try something reckless.” You pause thinking if you should tell him about your secret.

“I… tried making something that I saw from the rituals…” You say cautiously. “Go on.” Alistair grins from ear to ear. “I believe it might’ve summoned you…” You say. “I knew it!” Alistair says. “You showed me how it felt to take a life first hand. It reawakened that darkness and when I killed for the first time with you, I felt genuine happiness again.” You smile warmly at him. “You helped me feel happiness when I thought I could never feel it again.” You cup his cheek. “I don’t want to go back to numbness again,” Your smile falls. “But I can’t keep killing to bring me happiness. People will find out and I'll either be executed or locked up in Bedlam. So,” Your raise your gun again to your temple. “I want to leave this realm on my own terms, not theirs.” You say. “If I may interject, one final time.” Alistair interrupts. “Let me take you somewhere where you can live out your immortal life with me in the ghost realm. Afterall, it's better than this old dusty road in the middle of nowhere.” He suggests. “I hate to drag this on any longer. But if it means eternal happiness, then what's a few more hours.” You put away your flintlock.

“Alright, where is this place?” You ask him. “Well I could direct you there, or…” He trails off thinking. “What is it?” You ask curiously. “Well, I could possess you and take you there. It won't hurt as long as you relax and don't fight it.” Alistair suggests. “If you don't give me a nose bleed or do anything rash, I'll allow it.” You say. “Excellent.” Alistair says. He reaches up slowly and gently touches two fingers to your temple and you feel his presence enter your mind. “Remember to relax and I'll do the rest.” He says through your mouth. You watch through your eyes as Alistair mounts your horse and spurs onward down the path.

Chapter 12

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[aguinhaac]

Hehe, I know you all have been waiting for this this~ ANOTHER MIRACULOUS REWIEW, So without stalling let's do this, today I'll be reviewing the Seventh episode of miraculous season 5 Passion

We start of the episode as Marinnete tells alya that she now is in love with a furry, Marinette, I really don’t care about you or your mental state, but seek help pls

For some reason Alya don’t believe that Marinette is in love with cat boy, she points out that Marinette was in love with Adrien just yesterday, ok fair point.

But Marinette points out that being in love with sunshine boy made her lost 15 miraculous, other fair point, but why is Marinette love life the biggest topic now? Shouldn’t it be like idk, GETTING THE MAGICAL JEWELS BACK? WAS IT TO GIVE THE LOVESQUARE SOMETHING TO DO? NO BECAUSE MARINETTE CHANGES HER MIND JUST TWO EPISODES LATER, SO THIS WHOLE DARE I SAY “ARC” IS COMPLETALY POITLESS, no really, what Marinette being in love with Chat Noir influence on the story? It is just a bad excuse for Marinette to be sad in “transmission” NOTHING ELSE, don’t you think it would be a better reason if, idk MARINETTE WAS SAD ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE? Let’s summarize really quick what has happened to her just this season, lost all 15 miraculous, a couple of people lost trust on her (like andre mr damoshit etc,) practically killed monarch (which is a problem cause if he dies they will never find out who he is and the miraculous will be lost forever) and Felix, A black belt in martial arts, a manipulative, power hungry, adult hater, who Marinette has no idea what he can do, and who has the most powerful Miraculous of all time. I THINK THERE’S A BUNCH BETTER REASONS TO MAKE MARINETTE SAD, BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LETS GO WITH SHE GOT REJECTED BY HER CRUSH, I’m gonna need therapy after watch this aren’t I?

Marinette: loving Chat Noir IS a good idea, Chat Noir is cute, very handsome, super competent, doesn’t even annoy me anymore, and turns out he is really cool, and on top of that he’s in love with me so it’s perfect!

Mari about the “super competent” thing… I got some bad news for you.

Also, if Marinette fell in love with clChat because of that, WHY DIDN’T SHE DID THIS BEFOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Do you guys realize how out of nowhere this is??

The scene cuts to Adrien and… wait are those PAJAMAS?

WHO ARE THOSE PEOPLE AND WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO THE ANIMATORS??? YOU CAN’T TRICK ME, THE REAL ANIMATORES NEVER WOULD PUT MONEY ON A LITTLE DETAIL THAT BRINGS MORE IMMERSION INTO THE STORY

Then there’s 30 seconds long scene of Adrien simping over marinette, and Plagg asks why isn’t he simping over Ladybug, Adrien then tells Plagg that if Ladybub don’t want to be with him than he is gonna flirt with someone else, nice try writers, but after season 4 you just CAN’T make me like this Character again. Also, one episode after we find out that Ladybug is actually blind Adrien don’t want her anymore? That's racist

Adrien then goes to the kitchen where Gabriel was making pancakes, Nathalie freaks out for some reason and they start arguing but it least like 5 seconds. Nathalie then sits down to eat with Adrien, but he is late to school so he goes get his backpack.

But then A DISABLED PERSON ATACKS GABRIEL AND IS ABLE TO IMMOBILIZE HIM.

WOW! WHAT A SCARY VILLAIN!

Nathalie talks a little how Gabriel lost himself, that he was doing it for love but now he is just crazy bla bla bla

But Gabriel tells Nathalie that they two are going to die if he doesn’t do anything, which is a good motivation for a villain they both are gonna die, and Adrien will be alone. That’s actually pretty good, a point for you writers.

Adrien: did you see the ring Nathalie is wearing? I’m glad she and my dad are getting along so well,

Adrien: a ring! How about I give a ring to marinette?

Plagg: ugh don’t tell me you’re gonna propose to her

Adrien: that would be over reacting.

Adrien, did you even hear yourself? YOU MEET A GIRL AND FELL IN LOVE WITH HER IN THE SAME DAY (origins part one and two) IF THIS ISN’T OVER REACTING, THEN I AM NOT A PV SIMP.

The scene then cuts to Nathalie whining about Gabriel, and then she opens a safe and takes a cell phone out of it? like I understand that the videos were supposed to be a secret but OMG WOMAN, PUT THEM IN A PENDRIVE, CELLPHONES ARE EXPENCIVE.

Video of Emelie: I’m counting on you Nathalie, I know it won’t be easy to convince him to stop chasing after the miraculous, but you have to, for Adrien

Nathalie: I’m sorry, I failed you...

No, you didn’t, BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRIED, SINCE SEASON 2 ALL NATHALIE DID WAS ENCORAGE GABRIEL TO KEEP THIS UP, THIS WAS THE FIRST EPISODE THAT SHE SAIS FOR HIM TO STOP, SO DON’T COME AROUND WITH THIS BULLSHIT TO ME.

Man, it was it was so much better when her reason to do this was because she was in love with Gabriel. It wasn’t good but AT LEAST IT WAS BETTER THAN SHE DOING THIS BECAUSE SHE’S AN HIPOCRITE

Adrien then shows up, see that Nathalie was clearly crying, asks if everything’s ok, she says yes, and he completely accepts it and asks advice for his love life, what a good stepson!

Adrien asks if he should write a poem to Marinette but Nathalie just gives some exposition about her backstory and kick him out of her room

Apparently, Nathalie Gabriel and Emelie hunted artifacts around the world which sucks? Like a lot? Like It was foreshadowed before that Gabriel worked with this stuff (Shanghai special) but like, they three never showed any fight skills, AND gabriel or Nathalie don’t have any magical artifact outside of the miraculous, so w h a t ?

The scene then cuts to Gabriel talking to his dead wife for the million time and NATHALIE SHOWS UP TO HELP HIM? W H A T???????? WHY?

Nathalie then says to Gabriel akumatize her just so the scene cuts to Adrien day on school, because that’s much more interesting

Adrien then runs into marinette, and he tell Mari that Nathalie is dying, and she tells him “Oh don’t worry bout that” and he gets happi and simps for the billion time, ok that’s not exactly what happen but is almost sooooooo

Plagg then tells sugar cube that everything is bad and that if they fall in love they might reveal themselves to each other, like he has a point, Adrien would be stupid enough to do this, and after he did it would take just a bit to marinette do the same, and then the series would end, oh no! what a tragedy!

But Tikki says “no u” and starts saying how of a loser marinette is that she can’t confess to a boy, and that this would never happen.

WASEN’T THIS SUPOSSED TO BE THE OPOSITE??? TIKKI ALL WORIED AND PLAGG JUST CHILLED? PLAGGH ALWAYS SHOWED THAT HE WAS JUST A CHILLED GUY THAT CARED BUT DIDN’T SHOWED OFTEN, HE SHOULD BE CALMING TIKKI DOWN, AND WE WERE SHOWED A MILLION TIMES THAT TIKKI FREAKS ABOUT ANYTHING, JUST LOOK AT PRIME QUEEN, THERE TIKKI FREAKS OUT BOUT MARINETTE ACIDENTLY REVEALING SHE IS LADYBUG, AND DO I NEED TO COMMENT ON CHAT BLANC? TIKKI SAW THAT THEN ADRIEN/CHAT FALLS IN LOVE WITH MARINETTE IT MIGHT LEAD TO THE END OF THE WORLD, DID THEY HEADCANON THAT KWAMIS CAN SEE WHILE TRANSFORMED AGAIN OR SOMETHING??????????

With Nathalie, she asks monarch to give her the power to never miss a shot, also the goat, and somehow she uses the genesis and get the powers of 5 more miraculous, WHICHOUT MONARCH TRANSFERING THEM, W H A T ?

About the desing.

Pretty good! Thought I have some, problems with it, first of all, shorts? Really? Wouldn’t it be a Brazilian time better if they put pants instead??? Also, why the purple skin? Is she still in love with Gabriel or she just like purple? Purple isn’t good for camouflaging; I’m just saying that someone that is a “hunter” should use a less attention caller color pallet. Anyways, I’ll give her a 7.5 Mrs. afton

Safari then creates an illusion of timetagger to distract the heroes, huh clever plan, the class gets an akuma alert.

WHO IS FILMING THIS? WHY IS THE PERSON SO CLOSE TO THE AKUMA? I can’t believe the writers really forgot that he wasn’t real and that there was no way an illusion could film a video.

Marinette: finally! I get to see chat noir again!

Safari then uses her power and uses the venon to track down the two idiotic heroes

Ladybug then in a SERIOUS FIGHT, while fighting an EXTRA HARD AKUMA that they WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO DEFEAT WITHOUT BUNNIX LADYBUG CASUALLY ASKS CHAT NOIR ON A DATE.

Safari then paralyzes ladybug, thank you safari thank you so much, thank you for SHUTING THIS SIMP UP.

Safari tries to paralyze chat but he CATACLYSM A VENON BULLET? WHAT? LIKE I GET THAT THE CHAT MIRACULOUS IS MORE POWERFUL THAN THE BEE BUT, WASEN’T CATACLYSM SUPOSSED TO DESTROY PHYSICAL THINGS ONLY? THAT MAKES THE CATACLYSM OVERPOWERED! WHAT ELSE CAN IT DO?? DESTROY LIQUIDS? DESTROY SOUND? DESTROY AIR? WRITERS, WHAT THE HELL? Just because of that, for the rest of the reveal you shall be called OP-noir

Op-noir then runs off with ladybub on his arms in a pretty neat chase sequence, WHICH IS RUIN BY A BUTT JOKE. Writers, remember that point I gave you? Well, I’m taking that back.

Op-noir realizes that safari was Nathalie and run off to the sewers. There he tries to escape the bullets and realizes that he is about to transform, he then admits that he is just a foolish kitty without ladybug, and then surrounded, and with what he thinks would be his last words before the end of the world, he apologizes to ladybug for not being a good hero, neither a good partner, and says that he failed.

Man like it’s true but- now you’re making me feel bad for salting you, GO GET SOME THERAPY KID.

But really I love this scene, the way chat tries to figure out what to do and still is funny, he talking to ladybug statue about how he’s nothing without her, he acting like a human being after a really long time, and I absolutely loved op-noir “last line” look I always said that I would never change my mind about Adrien being an asshole after the events of season 4 but- this scene alone, made me change my mind, Adrien, I shall give you one more change to prove you are a good character, pls don’t waste that, also pls don’t simp I can’t take it anymor-

Adrien than detransform because apparently “the bullets can only chase after chat noir, and now that he detransformed the bullets stopped” ok kinda makes sense but, what about plagg? Shouldn’t the bullets like, chase plagg or something? Wha?

Adrien makes a plan, if he couldn’t use his miraculous, he could borrow ladybug’s for a while. Like I like when Adrien thinks for himself instead of just being a ladybug puppet but- this plan is pretty dumb, safari could just make the bullets chase mister bug and lady shit instead, WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT OF COURSE THAT NEVER HAPPENS BECAUSE THE PLOT ARMOR IN THIS SHOW JUST ISN’T BIGGER THAN ASTRUC’S EGO SO SAFARI NEVER THINKS OF THIS. Fuck off

Plagg then takes off marinette earrings and for some reason she unfreezes? Whaa? In “evolution” the same thing happened with bunnix and she wasn’t unfrozen, well I can give this a pass, this show was already headcannon by the writer’s multiple time, WHAT I SHALL NOT GIVE A PASS IS THOSE TWO TALKING WITHOUT RECOGNIZING EACH OTHER’S VOICE-

WHAT? THEY ARE LITTERALY ONE WALL APART, THEY SEE EACH OTHER EVERY DAY, MARINETTE KNEW HIS SCHEDULE FOR THE NEXT 3 YEARS, ADRIEN CONSIDERES MARINETTE HIS BEST FRIEND EVER, AND THEY JUST, why? Just why? Why do I do this to myself?

Adrien then remembers about Nathalie and asks ladybug why they couldn’t make a wish to create a better world, but ladybug explains that if they do, there will be a price to pay.

AND THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, ADRIEN BEEING HUMAN, HE CARING ABOUT SOMETHING THAT ISN’T HIS OWN ASS. Ok a couple more of those and I might consider you a good characters Adrian. Adrien? Idk

Also master fu is an idiot, WHY THE HECK DIDN’T YOU EXPLAINED THIS TO HIM? THIS SHOULD BE BASIC, DID YOU REALLY JUST TOLD HIM “Hey man that terrorist over there want u magical balls because they grand wishes Aladdin style” AND THAT’S ALL? W H A T ?

They transform and go fight safari and ladynoir simps… again… I can’t take it anymore… I’M GETTING VACATIONS.

They broke safari’s crossbow but there was nothing inside, so there’s another chase sequence. Where they break every object with her but find nothing.

Mister bug then uses his lucky charm getting a bottle of perfume which leads them to the Agreste Mansion.

Mister bug then purify the akuma and fixes the city. They then part waste and the scene cuts to marinette talking to alya, and she starts simping over mister bug…. That’s it all confirmed my vacation are next month, I’m gonna go to liberty.

The scene then cuts (THANK GOD) to Nathalie Adrien talking, Adrien apologizes because he thought was his fault Nathalie got akumatized, Nathalie says it wasn’t his fault, Adrien then hugs Nathalie, and says that he will always be there for her, Nathalie then hugs him and says that she will also always be there for him.

Ok I gotta admit this show is shit but that was beautiful, see writers? Make us like tha characters and we will feel emotions, the clime was ruined in the end but I do not care, this episode had a lot of emotions, and DRAMA, the two things I love the most, along with LOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, this was episode made me not hate Adrien, Nathalie as a villain was cool, she was an idiot but still cool. This by far is the best episode so far, AND FOR MIRACULOUS EXTANDARS? IT WAS AMAZING! I’ll give this episode a 6.8/10 not perfect (there was a LOT of simping) but pretty good.

Thank you for seeing, see you in the next post,

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[wrenhavenriver]

top 5 books for you too! also, top 5 video games and top 5 movies, if you would like :3c

heeell yeah! top 5 books:

Salvage The Bones by Jesmyn Ward - an incredibly lyrical and deeply sad story of a family in the days leading up to Hurricane Katrina. i read it for the first time at a very shitty time in my life and the sibling relationships especially punched me directly in the heart. a tough read on many fronts (definitely look up/mind the content warnings if you have any "hard no" topics in your books) but the power and beauty of jesmyn ward's writing is something else.

Catch-22 by Joseph Heller - one of those rare high school assigned books that actually made an incredibly lasting impression. i'm glad 17-year-old me got all those reality checks about *checks notes* the horrors of war, the hollow uselessness of nationalism and being convinced to die for it, the absurdly circular reasoning that props up systems of power and the incompetence of the people at the top of them, the ability of bureaucracy to drive you to sheer sobbing madness, financial systems being wildly arbitrary at best and a fucking scam at worst, *takes breath*,

The Long Walk by Stephen King - look, I find most of Stephen King's work deeply annoying, but this one fucking hits. A Hunger Games-esque premise that's about self-destructive urges and toxic masculinity as much as it as about the actual, you know, ritualized dystopian death march. also the camaraderie that forms between these teenagers even in the most hideous of circumstances is so charming and funny and sweet. also also it's just, like, really gay (peter mcvries you mad bisexual disaster).

The Secret History by Donna Tartt. Sorry.

Anything by Octavia Butler really, but Dawn has a special place in my heart. The detail Butler put into all the different ways an alien species would be, well, alien to us--biological, linguistic, the makeup of family units, understandings of gender and sex, etc--and her description of humans as intelligent but highly hierarchical, and how these conflicting qualities could very well lead to our destruction...the hugely messy power dynamics not only between aliens and humans but among humans themselves...there's just so much to sink your teeth into, and it's only the first fucking book in the trilogy!

much more briefly because i'm giving myself eye strain, top 5 video games:

this is another one of those things that seems to shift every time i'm asked it but there are two (2) that will very likely never be budged from the list and those would be: have i mentioned this game called dishonored 2012 dev. arkane studios maybe one or eighteen hundred times over the last ten years; and bloodborne babey!!!

feeling like i need a zelda entry on here rn but i can't decide between majora's mask or twilight princess

fire emblem: awakening set me on the terrible path of anime chess obsession and i'm much less mad about it than i should be

also need a sengoku jidai media entry on here but i can't decide (x2) between sengoku basara or nioh which is hilarious because they are WILDLY different in tone. the duality of man

oh shit that's at least five? ask me again in a week and i'll have at least three different substitutions lmao

favorite movies:

the handmaiden. adapting fingersmith to 1930s korea is galaxy brain levels of genius and hideko and sook-hee are peak romance

saw pan's labyrinth for the first time at like. age 14? and it chemically altered my brain and introduced me to guillermo del toro's work and made me feel a lot of horrifying things. 10/10

need a ghibli entry on here but can't decide (x3) between princess mononoke and howl's moving castle, vote now on your phones

lord of the rings: the two towers. saw it six times in theaters when it originally came out and it's still my favorite of the series. can pretty much watch it by just closing my eyes at this point.

favorite disney/pixar is tangled. "i see the light" is also peak romance. wait what if hideko and sook-hee sang i see the light to each other

#askbox games #boghermit

[stitcheswashere13]

Can write a story where an S/O of Thomas and himself were being manipulated by Hoyt into having sex and make a baby boy, so that it can take over the family business and be the new butcher for when Thomas's life ends?

However, the S/O asks Hoyt what would happen if the baby turned out to be a girl, which the answer is that they would ditch the baby into the dumpster like Thomas's biological parents did. Which is a big problem since she always wanted a girl.

Turns out that it is a girl, so Thomas would have to stand guard and not let his uncle Hoyt lay a hand or an eye on his new daughter. Which was a huge fight and argument.

I'm sorry if that's soo much. You can make it however you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.

Thank you

aw- I made a happy ending out of this lol! Sorry that it is late to post this, I wanted to make sure it was good lol.

Any ways onto the story.

warnings: Angst Fluff! Very toxic Hoyt, Sensitive topics! Fem. Y/n

Protector

"It's a girl mama," Thomas says while holding the baby girl you had, about a week ago. A week ago you and Tommy decided to hide the baby because you knew what Hoyt would want to do. "Awe, Really? She is so pretty, let me see my grandbaby, if Hoyt comes in I'll hand her to you while I go and slap so common sense in him. Tommy nods, relaxing a bit seeing how Mama Mae loved the baby. He had her the baby and calls you over to tell you the good news. When he does you bury your face in Tommy's chest. Just when all of you get to laughing and talking Hoyt comes in. Mama Mae hands you the kid and gets in front of you and Tommy. "SO IT'S A FUCKING GIRL?!" He yells while taking a step forward. "NOW WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THIS PLACE WHEN THOMAS IS GONE?!! NEVER MIND THAT, WHERE IS THE KID?! SHE IS ABOUT TO BE LIKE THOMAS AND BE ABANDONED!" He yells while walking towards yall getting closer and closer. "HOYT SHUT YOUR ASS UP, YOU WERE ALMOST DISOWNED TOO, IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY NOW BECAUSE ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS KEEP MY GRANDBABY AWAY FROM YOU TILL YOU DIE, WHICH ON HOW WEAK YOU ARE, WON'T BE THAT LONG!" Mama Mae yells. You stand there in shock because you have never heard Mama mae speak like that, you never thought she could. Tommy then lightly moves Mama Mae out of the way and brings Hoyt into another room. "Oh dear," Mama Mae says under her breath, the time that Hoyt and Tommy spent in the room was a while. You and Mama Mae just spent the time playing with the baby and trying to help console each other. About an hour later Tommy and Hoyt come out, Tommy walks over to you and places a kiss on your forehead while muttering "it's ok". You guys then hear Hoyt's voice again, "So after reasoning with Tommy I'll make a deal with yall, 1. You guys need to either try for another id till you have 2-3 kids or you guys can adopt a boy. If you only want this one then you really need #2 2. She can stay, BUT you will have to train her how to fight or have her at least be strong enough to take care of the house just in case. You really need this one if you only want her. 3. I get to name her because she is adorable from what I can see. You giggle at his response to finding your baby adorable. "so, can I hold the little girl? Tommy and you can be right by me." He says with a slight grin. "Sure," You say while waiting for Tommy to be by Hoyt. When he does get by him, you hand Hoyt the baby and watch his more cold demeanor drop, and soon an awe one was replaced.

END NOTE! Thank you for the request! Request are open, I just might get to them slow! Check out my 125 followers' post & my Pinned post (info. post)! Sorry if this is kinda short! Have a very lovely day!

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[toournextadventure]

NEED TO KNOW WHAT ASH AND MEN WERE SAYING TO BIRB OMG. do we hear abt it next chapter or can you tell us now ? :0 ALSO THE HAT THING SMABSMSBAJSB.

If yall wanna know, I'll put it right below 👀 (I'll put it under a cut when I get on my computer!)

"I didn't know you were back," Ash said softly with that smile that used to get your heart racing.

It still did, just in a different way now.

"Only been here a week," you said with a shrug. "Getting home a bit late this summer."

"Been touring colleges?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

Her smile was sickeningly sweet, almost like she was laying it on thick. And she probably was, she knew you made it a point to avoid her during the summers. It was almost like you didn't want to see her. Hmm, how shocking.

Johnny and Tug kept their eyes on you. Well, Tug kept his eyes on you, Johnny had his eyes on the table where everyone was sitting. You could handle Tug, but Johnny had better keep his hands to himself. He better not be eying the kids. Fuck, he better not be eying Wednesday, either.

"Not quite sure what I wanna do," you sighed. You knew exactly where this conversation was going.

"You brought someone new," Johnny said, changing the topic. Unfortunately.

"From school." You shifted your weight to the other foot.

This whole situation was making you beyond uncomfortable. Nothing good came from Johnny mentioning Wednesday, there was no proof but you just knew it. Why did he want to know about Wednesday? He needed to mind his own fucking business.

"School?" Johnny asked with a nod to himself. "So one of those freaks. I'd love to show her what a normie can do."

In the movies, they say everything turns red when you get angry. Normally you would've said it wasn't true, you had been angry plenty of times and had never seen red. But now? Oh, you would agree with the movies because now all you could see was a dark, bloody red.

You wanted to kill him. To feel his pulse under your hands weaken until it stopped. He wouldn't even have the chance to ask for help, sputtering and gasping for air until he turned blue. No, he wouldn't be able to think twice about touching Wednesday-

-a gentle, cold hand touched your arm, and the thoughts stopped. You turned your head slowly to look into Alex's cool eyes. He didn't say a word; he didn't have to. Just that touch was enough to calm the anger that so desperately wanted to spill over.

"The ice cream is ready," Alex said softly. All you could do was nod and turn around. Bo was looking at you hesitantly; he knew enough to keep an eye out.

"Thanks, Bo," you whispered. If you talked any louder, you would get angry again.

"She's a little old, ain't she?" Johnny asked. Even just his voice was too much. "I thought your family liked to take them before they were old enough to fight back."

Oh so he wanted to die.

Before you could even turn around, Alex had his hand around your arm again, except this time he was using more strength. It would've crushed a normie's bones, and you would have a bruise the next day. But he was giving you a look and you wanted him to walk away, he didn't need to see any of this. Walk away and take everyone else.

"Let's go," Alex said softly. Why was he being so calm? Didn't he want Johnny to know it was a mistake to be saying those things?

Clearly he didn't because he simply pushed a few of the ice creams over to you and waited for you to grab them. You looked at Johnny's smug face and Tug's dumbstruck expression and whatever the fuck Ash was thinking. And you admitted defeat. You grabbed the ice creams and followed after Alex.

"Hey," Ash called out, and you stilled. Nothing good ever came from her, not anymore. Why couldn't she just leave you alone. "If you're ever free-"

"-I'm not," you interrupted quickly before finishing your trek to the table and setting everything down.

Wednesday's thigh brushed against your own and your thoughts eased just enough. But you wouldn't ever let Johnny near her. You would kill him before that ever happened.

#birb drabbles #everyone but her au

[gralunaisland]

Hey there, it's the same anon who brought up the Gray's actual type topic. I'd like to talk about it more. I want to explain why I think Gray needs someone like Lucy or Erza are as a potential love interest, with some individual qualities.

Gray has spent years after years drowning himself in the guilt causing Ur's death. He has been saved by Ultear too. The burden isn't easy to carry. He needs someone to make him feel easy. He needs someone who cares about him and will slowly peel off the heavy covers of guilt gradually.

Juvia forces herself upon him. She never really gave a shit about Ur or Ultear or Gray's past issues. She makes him awkward at every given moment.

Gray needs someone to keep him in check, by not limiting his interactions but by ensuring he doesn't stray. Erza and Lucy both are capable of slapping sense into him.

While Juvia defends him even when he's in the wrong.

Gray needs someone who can match his goofiness with her smartness while joining him in his antics at times. Both Lucy and Erza are smart, but also pretty goofs when need be. Not overly strict or serious.

While Juvua relates everything to romance. Blindy puts Gray on a pedestal. Acts like a dumb lover mostly. Her only trait is her being in love.

Interestingly though, Lucy and Erza's abilities to change into dresses contasts Gray's stripping habit lmao.

While Juvia adapts to his bad habits.

It's been forever but Gray hasn't even said I love you to Juvia even though he's quite straightforward with his statements. Because the Gray who fell for Juvia isn't the Gray himself. A doppleganger.

I wish we had someone like Lucy or Erza for Gray instead of horrible Juvia. Yuck. Ewww.

Part 2 of Gray's Real Type (Anti gr///via Post)

Oh my gosh, I agree with everything you say AGAIN!!

First before I do a short dive into what you said, let me just tell you that your first ask was reblogged a few times by people who really like what you said! And no wonder, because both of your asks have been utterly fantastic! (Their first ask, for anyone who's curious, is linked here.)

I don't really need to say anything here either because of how complete your wonderful thoughts are, but I'll give some of my thoughts so I'm not being lazy haha.

First point:

You analyze Gray's guilt and trauma very well, Anon. He definitely needs someone to care for him, someone to put him first and to want him to be safe and happy. He needs to realize it's okay to live for his friends, and that he doesn't need to throw his life away like those who've done so for him before if he can live for them.

Interestingly enough, instead of alleviating or healing any of this guilt, juvia instead only added onto this trauma by willy-nilly throwing her life away in the Alvarez arc. I go into that more in this post, but basically what I said was that juvia doesn't exist without Gray. If he died for her there, then honestly and seriously, (TW) she would probably find a way to die afterward regardless because her entire reason to exist, her entire personality, her entire being would be gone. she would rather saddle Gray with the extra trauma of making him believe he was the reason another woman in his life died for him than to live in a world where Gray isn't alive. That's not selfless, that's selfish, and she has no sense of self without Gray in the first place.

You also make a great point, that juvia actually doesn't ever seem to care about Ur's or Ultear's effects on Gray. Very briefly in 413 Days, for her bothering Gray on the sad day, juvia said sorry, but then she went right back into being her usual, slobbering, non-consensual harassing self. To quote my Analysis of the 413 Days post, "If she actually did any sort of actual reflecting on her actions or soul searching due to remorse over bothering Gray, then she would know that he's completely uncomfortable and creeped out by this, and that giving him a lewd, completely inappropriate body pillow would be a terribly rude idea for a gift."

That doesn't show any real self-reflection, and any self-awareness she has, she smothered with her obsessive desires to own Gray. But otherwise, in general, juvia really doesn't seem to care about Gray and his past and his dreams and his desires. she never really asks him anything to get to know him better. The reason why is because she doesn't care who he is, she's just in love with a fantasy version of him that loves her back and is her prince, which just shows again that she doesn't really love Gray Fullbuster as a person. This makes it no surprise that she doesn't care about his Ur and Ultear trauma, but it's nonetheless despicable of her.

Second point:

I totally agree that Lucy and Erza slap sense into him, and that he needs it from time to time!

And I am SO glad you mention how juvia defends him even when he's wrong!!! I made this exact point in my Analysis of the Daphne Arc post, how blind trust isn't good, and how it helps to show how dangerous and unhealthy juvia's feelings for Gray are since Gray can do no wrong in her eyes, which is a hazard for him, for her, and for many people around them. Being put on a pedestal does nothing to help Gray grow as a person, and real friends want to help push each other to becoming the best version of themselves they can be. juvia being Gray's blind cheerleader no matter what he does literally cripples him from growth and keeps him devoid of any constructive criticism.

Third point:

As for Lucy's and Erza's smartness, I totally agree, they can be total doofuses, but they're also so intelligent and capable at critical thinking. Even Gray knows that, as he defers to Erza as a leader, and in the Tenrou Island arc, he trusted so much that Lucy was smart enough to figure out the riddle that he sought her specifically out.

And then I continue to agree that juvia is very much the opposite of intelligent. she, as you say, thinks everything relates to romance and can't seem to comprehend Gray's actions being motivated by anything but romance. For most of the main story of FT, Gray couldn't be clearer in his rejection of juvia's advances, and yet she continued to misunderstand everything he did, chasing after a man who didn't want her.

I have no clue how some Pro gr///vians insist that juvia is an example of "girl power" because if anything, she's anything but an example of girl power. she can't live or function without a man, not to mention it's a man who doesn't even want to date her. (Disclaimer, I believe women who want love and want to depend on a significant other for certain things are still capable of being powerful. However, juvia is an example of a weak person in general because she is utterly dependent on Gray for personality, for motivation, for her will to live. she has zero independency. That isn't powerful in any regard.)

Everything you mention in regard to her being a "dumb lover", I concur! Relating everything to romance when Gray was treating her platonically, blindly putting him on a pedestal even when he's clearly in the wrong, having only a singular trait to her very one-dimensional character... All of that just points to her being honestly just a stupid, ignorant, naive child.

Fourth point:

That's such a fun point, Anon, that Lucy's and Erza's abilities contrast with Gray's stripping habit, while juvia literally acts as an enabler to his bad habit by acting like him.

Honestly, that's one of the things that make me the most disgusted with juvia, despite how I don't mention it much. It's technically a smaller portion of the terrible things juvia does to Gray, but it's one that boils. My. Blood. How does anyone find this endearing??? she's literally turning into Gray (just how Gray is turning into her in FT100YQ). It just demonstrates yet again that juvia doesn't exist without Gray, and that she can't help but steal his habits because she has none without him.

And this stripping habit isn't even a good thing! Yes, hardy har, naked people in anime, sooo funny, it's clearly meant for comedy, but just think irl, people who compulsively strip down to their underwear in public would and should be punished swiftly for public indecency. And yet juvia still does it just to act like she's a perfect fit for Gray.

And it might even be a trauma response for Gray, where doing it makes him unconsciously feel closer to his dead teacher, where it reminds him of her. He also does it without thinking, which is apparent when he freaks out when someone tells him he's naked, which really makes it seem like a trauma response, but I don't know enough about PTSD and such to be definitive, and I don't want to impose such on Gray. But if it were, then juvia is being even more inconsiderate of his trauma by mimicking it for no reason beyond her wanting to be closer to Gray, wanting to be more like Gray. Even if it wasn't the case, it would be seriously creepy regardless for someone, who likes you and follows you despite you rejecting them, to just copy an integral part of yourself. Honestly, that happens to people in real life, and it's the most unsettling thing. They're almost erasing you as a special, unique individual, which is exactly what happens to both Gray and juvia, Gray turning into juvia through Mashima's terrible gr///via writing, and juvia trying to turn into Gray through her creepy black-hole of a personality.

Fifth point:

And your last point is great as well, Gray is quite the straightforward person, and yet he hasn't said he loves juvia yet. That might just be because Mashima, ugh, is just milking gr///via and keeping all the Pros hooked for as long as he can (despite the fact that gr///via has further devolved into something even some of the Pros don't want to see). It could also be Gray just doesn't love juvia yet, that maybe a semblance of the real Gray is fighting back within him. I unfortunately don't have much hope in the horrible fever-dream-fanfic that is 100YQ, so I fear Gray may be lost forever and irredeemable by this point.

But I absolutely agree with you that the Gray who's fallen for juvia isn't the real Gray, only a doppleganger in the sense that he's not the same character he used to be. The real Gray would fall for someone who's his type, a smart, loving, kind, funny, good person, not a stupid, self-serving, selfish, self-centered, bad person who lacks any self-agency, which juvia is.

I'd ask Mashima to give Gray Fullbuster back to his real fans, but that might be too blissful of a hope...

Closing Notes:

Thank you for your patience and thank you for coming back with another awesome ask! I loved reading your words and typing up a response. I hope mine made enough sense!

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