#anon asks off is almost like asks off and I'm fully aware of it. so I might turn that one off as well

[misshoneyimhome]

The new Willy oneshot was so good! Love how he treated her and took care of her. Love to see how he would try to see how many times he can make her cum during the Sweden trip since he likes spontaneous sex. Perhaps he enjoyed seeing her wearing his blue Sweden sweater and necklaces.

Thanks bb, I'm glad you liked it! 🤗

Your wish is my command! So, I took a bit of inspiration from a previous request - not sure if you're the same anon requester, but I hope I've fulfilled your curiosity 😉💦

Moreover, I don't believe our inexperienced!reader is quite so inexperienced anymore! 🙈

Warnings; 18+ smut; oral sex (f and m receiving); fingering; unprotected sex; mention of light anal play; beginning sex while reader is asleep (consensually of course); just overall a lot of sex;

Word count: 4.1K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt || I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

"Please," William moaned, lounging on his bed while you were getting set for work.

"No, Willy, I can't..." you attempted to explain with a gentle smile, pulling your shirt over your head.

"Why not?" he persisted, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes, tucked under the covers with just his bare chest peeking out, fixated on you.

"Because I can't just suddenly take a week off from work to travel to Europe with you... it's not that simple," you reasoned with him, finding it a challenge, as his charm was making it increasingly tough to resist accompanying him to the NHL Global Series in his other home. However, you had to be responsible here.

"So, just pull a sickie... or quit," he half-joked, leaning closer as you sat on the bed's edge, slipping on your boots.

And you couldn't help but crack a little smile. Despite knowing it was impossible to drop everything and hop across the globe to join him for the international hockey games, a part of you desired nothing more. Joining the Toronto Maple Leafs on their tour seemed like a dream, but your life wasn't like his.

You were just an ordinary citizen fulfilling your responsibilities by going to work, paying taxes, and living a rather typical life. Well, as typical as your life could be since you’d started dating William Nylander - The Swedish hockey star in Toronto. 

Initially, when you first began hanging out with the players' partners, it was all pretty relaxed. Balancing your regular work life with this newfound hockey interest and their unconventional social schedules was manageable. But when you started dating one of the players, everything changed completely.

William's timetable hardly matched yours, and planning became crucial. This was especially true because planning wasn't exactly a priority in William's book. He was more of a 'go with the flow' kind of guy, and consequently, you could only see him at odd times of the day, outside your work hours and social life of the hockey realm.

However, he was incredibly sweet about it all. He made sure to text and keep you updated whenever he wasn't around, and when you were together, he dedicated as much time as possible to you. He took the time to demonstrate how much he cared and wanted you to be a part of his hectic life.

And you wanted that too, more than anything. Well, perhaps not more than your job, which you had worked really hard for.

So, when he suddenly asked you to accompany him on this hockey trip to Sweden, you knew it wouldn't be easy for either of you.

"Babe," you murmured softly as William tenderly settled behind you, placing gentle kisses on your neck, fully aware of the effect it would have on you. "I can't just walk away from my job, you know how much I love it – plus, it's my first proper job since I graduated, and I need it... even though I really want to join you."

You turned to face him, and your eyes shared a tender moment as he let out a gentle sigh.

"I understand... it's just that I really wanted to show you Sweden..." he spoke almost hesitantly, resting his head against yours.

"We'll have plenty of time for that during the off-season," you tried to reassure him with a warm smile.

"Yeah, I suppose... I just got so excited about introducing you to my family," he then casually mentioned before getting up from the bed and heading to the kitchen.

"What?" you exclaimed, utterly baffled. And you could hear him chuckling as he left the room, prompting you to quickly stand and follow him. "What did you just say?"

William couldn't help but amuse himself, watching your reaction unfold just as he had hoped. "I just wanted to introduce you to my family, y/n/n. Why so surprised?"

This lad couldn't be more relaxed about something you were far from being calm and collected about. Introducing you to his family?

"Well, Willy, I didn't know that's what you had in mind?" You gave him a quizzical smile, leaning against the counter as you observed him rifling through his fridge, contemplating breakfast.

"Why wouldn't that be what I wanted? We're dating, aren't we? So, naturally, I want my family to meet you," his tone remained calm and reassuring as he grabbed a protein bar from the cupboard and turned to face you with a grin.

"I just didn't realise we were at the introducing-each-other-to-family stage..."

You tried to keep your composure in the situation, but confusion was overtaking you as you began to grasp the significance of what he was saying. Yet, all you received in response were soft chuckles and William's overly composed demeanour.

"Why not, babe?" He shrugged and took a gentle step closer putting his breakfast to side, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I mean, I like you and you like me, so why not introduce you to my family?"

"Well, I knew we were dating... I just wasn't sure how serious you were about it," you offered a soft smile, delicately wrapping your hands around his neck.

"Oh, I'm very serious about you..." William almost whispered as he leaned in, planting a tender kiss on your lips, gently caressing them before softly letting his tongue slip into your mouth.

And you couldn't resist succumbing to his enchanting touch, overwhelmed by the emotions stemming from William's heartfelt confession. However, you knew you had to snap back to reality. Pulling away gently, you gazed up at the man in front of you.

"Shit," you muttered. "Now, I guess I really have to go with you, don't I?" you joked lightly, earning a small chuckle from him.

"It's up to you, babe, but now you know what I hope for," he replied with a smug expression before sealing the moment with another deep kiss.

And before you could say "Surströmming," you found yourself on a plane headed to Sweden.

**

It hadn't exactly been easy to secure those days off from work, especially with such short notice. However, as you tried to explain the situation to your manager, perhaps emphasising a bit more on the 'NHL hockey player and their unpredictable schedule' part, he eventually relented. The agreement was only you'd work online while away.

And that was no issue at all. If spending a few hours working each day while William was occupied with his team or media commitments meant you could spend a week in Stockholm with your boyfriend, it was totally manageable.

But what really made your mind swirl with questions was how nonchalant William had been about the idea of you meeting his family. He acted as if it wasn't a big deal at all.

Yet, to you, it was definitely a big deal. In your opinion, meeting someone's family as an adult signified a serious step in a relationship, showing commitment. But in a way, you guessed it was just another aspect where William had more experience than you. You had only been with your high school boyfriend, who was quickly a part of your family when you lived at home. However, dating someone and then introducing them to your parents as an adult was new territory for you.

And here you were, on your way to a different country, to spend time with the hockey family and, at some point, meet William's real family.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sanna asked softly, noticing your distant expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you smiled, pulling yourself out of your daze, and she seemed to accept your response as she returned to her conversation with Amanda on the other side.

You were fortunate enough to join the team's significant others for the flight. Once they heard of your inclusion on the trip, they were incredibly helpful in booking tickets and getting you up to speed with the schedule.

And William, naturally, took care of all the expenses. Knowing you weren't exactly rolling in money, and he had plenty of it, he made sure that wasn't something for you to worry about. He was simply thrilled about you coming with him, watching him play in his hometown and meeting all the people who held a special place in his heart.

It just felt so right.

For months, he'd been drawn to you, developing a small crush as you spent more time together. And when he finally had the chance to date you, he knew he didn't want to ever let you go.

It was as if his heart had been handed over to you without any pain. Instead, there was a profound sense of joy in knowing that you would be around, sharing time with him, building on the connection that had formed. You shared your most intimate moments, and there was a deep love and affection between you.

It was all so strange to him. From the first time you were intimate, he felt something new and overwhelming. Something that made him realise you weren't just about good sex to him; you meant so much more.

And while the weeks that followed were brimming with plenty of sex, as you were keen on exploring new dimensions with him, they were also overflowing with love.

It was love that went beyond what one would experience in casual hook ups, regardless of how intense the sex and connection might be. With every passionate embrace, the sex transcended into fervent lovemaking. Each time he brought you to climax, whether through his skilled oral touch or deep within you, he felt emotions deeper than mere physical gratification.

Your moans were a symphony to his ears every time he thrust into you, losing yourselves in the moment, whether in the bedroom, on the kitchen counter, or in his car.

You were his to be with. And since he wasn’t the type to dwell on things for too long, he was never really in doubt.

So, as you arrived in Stockholm among the wives and girlfriends, a radiant smile on your face, you made your way to the hotel where you'd meet up with the players after adjusting to the different time zone.

While the boys had training and other commitments, the girls planned a day to explore the city, and it seemed like everyone was having a great time. 

The only downside to it all was that you didn’t actually get much time with William. It wasn’t until the second evening that you had more than just fifteen minutes together, and he came to your hotel room, and soon after, both of you were naked and wrapped up in the bedsheets.

Moans were already filling the room as William eagerly undressed you and positioned you on top of him. He buried his face in your cunt as he guided you into a sixty-nine position, your thighs on either side of his head as you leaned forward and took his cock into your mouth.

Things got a bit messy as you tried to adjust to a new position William was introducing you to. And since you had only recently learned how to give fantastic blowjobs, this was a whole new level.

You found it hard to focus on what you were supposed to do to his thick member as he pleasured your core, licking your folds, sucking your clit, and teasing your entrance. He held a firm grip on your buttocks and hips while diving into your heat, occasionally nudging the sensitive skin between your vagina and anus with his nose, and gently teasing your other opening a few times with a finger.

It was all becoming a bit overwhelming for you to handle.

Moving your head up and down, coating his length with saliva and guiding it in and out of your mouth, you couldn’t help but release moans uncontrollably. Often, you had to pause to catch your breath and gain control, letting out deep sounds and soft cries.

“Willy, I can’t handle it,” you admitted in a whimper as his actions brought your orgasm closer, making your legs tremble. You knew you wouldn’t be able to continue pleasuring him or even keep yourself upright.

And it took only seconds before the rush completely consumed you, sending your mind into a state of ecstasy as William pushed you over the edge.

It almost felt embarrassing how you couldn’t maintain yourself, releasing his hard member in front of you, unable to focus on anything except your intense orgasm.

But it only brought William pleasure and satisfaction to witness what he had done to you, turning you into his delightful mess above him before releasing your dripping cunt.

“Okay, babe, move over,” he then softly spoke, prompting you to shift your shaking legs off him and lie on your back beside him.

And soon after, William thrust his cock deeply into you, moving into a missionary position where he could hold you close while thrusting forcefully and deeply. You pulled on his hair as his mouth nibbled and bit into the crook of your neck.

“Yes, Willy,” you moaned his name deeply as his length managed to stimulate your inner walls, bringing you close to another climax.

And as you used your core, tightening around his eager cock, William released a deep grunt and allowed himself to reach his own climax, spilling into your depths.

It had been a little messy and eager, but given William's limited time during this tour, he knew he had to make the most of every available moment.

Even in the early morning before he had to depart for the day’s training, he woke you up with his cock inside you. Finding you completely naked, lying on your side with your ass strutting as if craving attention, he couldn't resist and slowly eased his morning wood into your warmth.

Typically, William was nowhere near a morning person, usually needing a few hours to fully wake up. However, your naked body had aroused him, sparking his desire to begin his day by pleasuring you.

And initially, you squirmed a little in your sleep, but as he started to gently move his hips, you gradually awoke to the pleasure of William making love to you. His strong arms wrapped around you, his head buried in your hair, as he rhythmically moved his shaft in and out of you.

It took you by surprise at first, but soon soft moans escaped your lips as he felt so good inside you. His curved cock hitting your sensitive spot, slowly enveloping your mind in a hazy state as he brought you to orgasm.

Although not as intense as the many he’d done before, it was still an orgasm, nonetheless.

And shortly after, William allowed himself to ejaculate inside you, releasing a deep grunt as he, too, reached that wonderful peak.

Both of you exhaled softly as he remained still inside you for a moment, letting every drop of his cum linger within you before slowly withdrawing and pulling you close for a gentle cuddle.

"Well, good morning to you too, babe," you chuckled lightly, gazing up at your man with a satisfied smile.

"Good morning," he huskily replied, planting a soft kiss on your lips. His face radiated confidence and contentment before he knew he had to prepare for the day ahead.

And although he was aware it might make him slightly late for work, he just couldn’t resist. You were sharing this once-in-a-lifetime experience with him, offering unwavering support, which, in his world, signified dedication to the relationship. Which was something more significant to him than people often assumed.

In a way, he craved that reassurance that you wanted him as much as he wanted you because, with his somewhat hectic lifestyle, the women he'd dated hadn't stayed around for long.

It all felt incredibly heart-warming for him, and, truth be told, it turned him on like nothing else.

And as someone who enjoyed spontaneous sex, he grabbed every chance to pull you close, touch you whenever possible, and make you cum so frequently that counting became futile. It almost seemed like a personal mission for him, a challenge presented by the necessity to carve out mere minutes amid his packed schedule to spend with you.

So, finally returning from a day filled with signing sessions and interviews, disappointment washed over him as he entered the hotel room and found you engrossed in a team meeting at the desk.

You had promised your boss a few hours of work before you left, and considering William's packed days, it hadn’t been an issue thus far.

However, in that particular moment, as William laid eyes on you, clad in his blue sweater with nothing else covering your legs except your knickers, he felt a twinge of mockery. There you sat, fully engrossed in your work meeting, while he could only watch you from the bed, wearing his hoodie.

Yet, noticing that your webcam remained off during the meeting, he slowly approached you, greeting you with gentle, soft kisses on your neck.

"Hi there, babe," you spoke softly, although your microphone was muted.

And his lips continued to trail down your sensitive skin as he noticed what you’d chosen to wear around your neck: one of his chains.

"How can you do this to me?" he whispered seductively into your ear, and you knew precisely what he meant.

As far as you knew, William didn't just get turned on when you wore something of his - whether it was his shirts, hoodies, chains, or jerseys - it drove him wild.

And that morning, in his rush, he had forgotten his most cherished chain, and you had had the idea of wearing it yourself. And now, he had caught you.

"Willy, I'm in a meeting here," you tried your best to keep him at arm's length and stay focused. But William was not in the mood to wait for his turn, especially when you teased him like that, knowing he didn't have many hours before needing to rest for the game the following day.

So, instead, he slid his hand down between your legs, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your underwear, teasingly exploring your folds.

You had to exert considerable effort to stay focused, aware that you might need to respond to something at any moment. However, when William inserted his finger into your core, gently penetrating your entrance, you couldn't suppress a gasp.

The teasing became unbearable, overwhelming you, and as he slipped in another finger, moans involuntarily escaped your lips. And instinctively, you adjusted your position to grant him better access, while his mouth tenderly kissed the skin of your neck, and you tilted your head slightly to the side, closing your eyes as you relished his touch.

It wasn’t fair.

William was fully aware of the effect he had on you, and you were powerless to resist.

“Willy,” you panted softly, feeling him curl his fingers, hitting the spot that elicited those sweet, escalating moans.

“Yes, baby,” he whispered into your ear, gently biting your earlobe as he increased his pace.

The voices of your manager were long gone, fading into the background as you surrendered to William's touch. Sensing the familiar rise of pleasure, slowly building up, you knew you were reaching that point. But just as the peak approached, William denied you that pleasure, abruptly stopping his movements and withdrawing his fingers.

“Please, don’t stop,” you whispered, almost as a plea.

And your words acted as a spell on him. He swiftly removed your headphones, tossing them across the room, the sweeping your desk, causing your laptop to fall to the floor as he stood and lifted you onto the table.

"I'll buy you a new one," he said simply before pressing his lips onto yours. His hands found your waist, drawing you closer as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading them apart, as your hands instinctively tangled in the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair.

Despite being preoccupied with work all day, the desire for your man burned within you. So, when his tongue sought entry, you willingly granted access.

Passion ignited as your mouths met, bodies pressed together, and William quickly discarded your underwear and lowered his sweats and boxers, freeing his member.

The teasing during your work had left him rock hard, and within moments, he eased into your warmth, massaging your inner walls with his slow, rhythmic thrusts.

It was a mix of slowness and passion combined with urgency and eagerness. The table betrayed your activities as it banged against the wall with each movement, harmonising with your audible moans, possibly echoing through the corridors.

But you didn't care.

William was making you feel incredibly good, just as he did every time he introduced you to new ways of experiencing highs  - whether through a different position or in a new location. And he loved exploring these aspects with you, guiding you to reach new peaks of pleasure. It felt nothing short of a heavenly state of mind.

Both of you were unable to stifle your moans as his cock slid in and out of your warmth, coated with your essence and teasing your depths with each thrust.

Your eyes locked in a tender gaze, as you couldn't maintain the connection of your lips due to the overwhelming moans and heavy breaths. Despite this, it felt nothing short of romantic. His hand held your face gently, his forehead resting against yours as he kept one hand on your thigh to maintain position.

You had wrapped your legs around him to assist, tightening your thighs around his waist as he continued his rhythmic pounding. And sensing the imminent arrival of an orgasm, you knew the intensity was building.

“Yes, Willy,” you moaned softly, feeling the familiar pleasure about to reach, your mind clouding as his movements stimulated your inside.

And William, too, felt the urgency for release. Despite rather frequent sex lately, he knew he couldn’t hold out as long as he wished. With each thrust into your tight core, his body craved another climax.

“Baby, I’m about to come,” he warned with a rough, almost strained voice, his grip on your neck and thigh tightening as he attempted to restrain himself a little longer. As much as he valued your climax, he felt compelled to reach his first.

“Come for me, Willy,” you encouraged, desiring your release but also eager for him to experience the ecstasy he desperately sought at that moment.

But William had a few more second in him to last, so instead he quickly pulled out of your heat, pulled off the table and had to turn around stand in front of him, before he once again pounded a few times into you and then again pulled out only to jerk off, spraying he cum all over your ass.

It felt so dirty as he marked you as his, yet also so good in a different way. 

“Fuck…” he groaned as he’d let out the last drops. “Shit baby, you didn’t even get to come,” he breathed out ah he leaned into your body, you trying your best to support you against the table as both of you were slowly coming back to reality. 

And you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s ok babe, I’m just glad you felt good,” you turned your head and met his glare with a smile. 

But William wasn’t satisfied. This was all about bringing you both to pleasure and you were not one to be missing out. 

"How about we hop in the shower, and I'll take good care of you there?" he suggested, planting a kiss on the back of your head as both of you caught your breath. And naturally, you couldn't refuse such an invitation.

As you slowly disentangled yourselves, William guided you to the bathroom, where he helped clean you up. Then, using his skilled mouth and fingers, he ensured that you, too, reached climax that night, and it didn't take long for you to reach that point, but what mattered was that he could mark it off.

The trip with William had been intense, with him seizing every opportunity for sex. Not that you complained, but it felt a bit relieving when it seemed to taper off as the games began and his extensive family joined. Especially since meeting them made you quite nervous, but fortunately, things went well. You felt a sense of joy when William introduced you as his girlfriend, displaying nothing but pride and happiness.

#18+ #Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

[lichenes]

hiiiii you’re doing gods work by making these fanfics truly so grateful do you 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 could you please do more Swann fics oh just himself pls🥺 nafw or sfw whichever you like!!

Thank you anon<33 Thought I'd give you a domestic moment of you nd Swann :3c

CW: established relationship, kissin, inconsistent french pronouns

wc: 358

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You entered your house incredibly exhausted from the day you've had. The scent filling your nose almost knocked you off your feet with how good it was. "Swann?" You called out into the ether, earning a response in the form of a hum. You took off your shoes and shrugged off your coat, guiding your steps towards the kitchen where the smell was coming from.

"What are you cooking, love?" He turned his head, stirring the contents of the pan constantly. "Could you hand me the lid?" You did, and he turned down the heat. "I have to let it simmer for a bit." He put the wooden spoon on the brink of the sink as to not dirty the counter.

"How was your day, ma chérie?" Swann asked, wiping his hands on the apron you got him for Christmas. "Tiring, but I'm glad to be home." You smiled at him, and he extended his arms, inviting you into a hug. While you were hugging, he kissed the top of your head, making butterflies spread through your stomach.

"Lovely, I think it's burning." You said, pulling back from him. He quickly retrieved the spoon and started stirring furiously, cursing in French under his breath, which earned a laugh out of you.

When dinner was ready, he plated two portions. The meal was lovely, and you offered to do the washing up as he was the one cooking. While you were cleaning the plates, he put leftovers into a container and put them into the fridge. "How are you doing, lovely?" You asked him, drying the plates.

"Mhm, fine." Swann smiled at you. That ice-melting smile was something that got you every single time. What you weren't fully aware of was him being totally lost in your gorgeous eyes. "Mon ange…" He put his hands on your cheeks. "Mon cœur…" He said, putting his forehead to yours.

You chuckled, your cheeks heating up. He gave you a careful kiss, making you melt in his grasp. He disarmed you with romantic remarks and dodged all your barriers, going straight for your heart, which was truly all his.

"Let's go to bed."

#swann arlaud #x reader #swann arlaud x reader #writing

[chaisshitposts]

Heyaa aff tape anon here😂😂.. Plz just call me Charlie it's my name.. Aff tape anon sounds weird and the question you asked me

1) I only manifest that i manifest my desires instantly out of thin air.

And second I wake up in the void every nyt being fully aware..

These two were my exact affirmations. Now I manifest almost instantly.. I won't say instantly exactly but ya very fast. For example yesterday nyt only I affirm I have 10000 rupees in my account.. And after like 10-12 mins I got them from my father without even asking.

And now how the void feels.. It was like I was just expanding like anything for few seconds (also I felt warm I don't know if any one feels like that too )than everything was so calm that you will barely remember you have to affirm that's why I used aware in my tape so yeah but it feels heaven specially if you want to relax. .

2) I also read someone ask me to manifest them for waking up in the void. I can surely do that but everytime any other people wants to do that it barely works bcoz people won't assume they will actually wake up there bcoz it's their reality.

Still I will just affirm tonight all chai followers will wake up in the void tonight. Hope it works 🤞🤞🤞

Bye sorry fir long post but i will just say get off tumblr Or any other social site where you can read about loa bcoz you will find something new daily and you want to try it, you will lose your previous progress.. I have been there so i know how desperately you want to achieve the void.

And i did exactly that.. I get off twitter and tumblr and just affirm , listening to my tape and doing psych-k.. That's it

Before sleeping even if you don't get the feeling just affirm you will wake up in the void aware. Bcoz sats freaking work even if you are noob in that.

Haash i'm tired now, all the best.

Happy instant manifesting.

aH okay, apologies, glad to make your acquaintance, charlie !!! and thank you for answering, I really appreciate your words of encouragement/tips as well as manifesting for the others even though you didn't have to. also thanks for comin' to check up on questions that may be asked from other anons, I bet you're busy enjoying yourself! rest well and I hope you have lots and lots of fun!!!

i lowkey feel like asking questions to anons living their dream lives is so inconveniencing not gonna lie

#— chai's asks. !! ~ #— aff 📼 anon. !!~ #— charlie. !!~

[luimagines]

HEWWO I HEARD REQUESTIES R OPEN The chain trying to impress their crush please <3

- bestie anon

Masterlist

The operative word is trying. And by god, I'm running with it! I'll make you proud Bestie!

Part one will include Legend, Twilight and Warrior!

Content under the cut!

Legend

Legend didn’t get what the big deal was. So what is the Captain and the Rancher were wrestling? So what if they were shirtless? 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He can see the way you eyed them, watching intently as they tried to overtake one another. You were chewing on your lips, fully engaged in the scene.

Legend glared at the other two boys who were none the wiser to your attention. Or maybe they were aware of your attention and were doing this to piss him off on purpose. The thought made Legend growl.

He shakes himself off and makes his way over to the main circle where the rest of the group was. Time at least looked as disinterested as Legend felt, but something told Legend that was just to dissuade the other boys from challenging him to a duel in the dirt.

Legend brings himself to stands next to you and stretches. He put his arms over his head and behind him, trying to get your attention while he’s at it. When he goes as far as he body would allow him, he rolls up his sleeves to his elbow and crosses his arms. 

“Who do you think will win, Vet?” You ask him. Oh, so you do know he’s here. And yet you didn’t look at him once.

Legend tries to keep the grit out of his voice. After all, his annoyance isn’t directed at you. He wouldn’t allow it. “Rancher, most likely.”

Legend looks at the scene and realizes that despite going up against the strongest of them, Warrior is putting up a decent fight. Twilight almost has him the edge of the circle though while Warrior keeps trying to take Twilight off of his feet.

Legend hums and leans toward you, whispering so the other boys don’t hear him.. “The issue is...since Warrior is trying to flip Twilight instead of pushing forward, there’s a chance he might be able to pull off a win.”

“Really?” You blink and finally turn to him instead. “How do you know?”

“Twilight is top heavy but he’s putting a lot of emphasis on where his foot placement is. Warrior likewise is trying to use his upper strength to move Twilight aside and throw him around. Because they have opposite forces going up against each other, it’s hard for there to be a clear winner. But if Warrior can throw off Twilight’s footing, he’d be able to flip him and throw him on his back like he’s been trying to do.” Legend points to where Warrior would need to step to do it and shrugs in the end.

“I don’t think he’ll figure that out though.”

“That’s really smart, Link.” You say quietly.

The use of his real name shocks him and he turns to you with a slight unintentional blush on his face. You’re staring at him with quiet awe and it’s the softest look Legend thinks you’ve ever directed in his direction.

Legend gulps and smiles with another shrug. “It’s just strategy. Nothing to impressive.”

You shake your head. “It’s really cool that you-”

Wind, Sky and Hyrule yell in shock. Twilight changes game plan and instead pulls Warrior back and flips them both landing steadily and dropping Warrior in the process. Unexpecting it, Warrior falls onto his back, allowing enough tie for Twilight to drop as well and pin him, wining the duel.

You cry out in delight and clap. “That was awesome!”

Legend looks away and brushes down his sleeves. So much for that five seconds of glory.

“Alright! You’re next Legend!” Twilight calls out playfully.

Legend can feel the way he pales all the way down to his chest. “Ohhhh no! Nice try Rancher but I’m not crazy enough-”

“You’re not even going to try, Legend?” You ask him and Legend clenches his jaw.

He can’t impress you this way... it’s a losing battle. There’s no way.

You begin to throw his words back at his face. “Didn’t you just say-?” 

“Ok. I’ll do it.” Legend takes off his top layer without another thought. “Move over, Captain.”

It’s a risk he’ll have to take. Besides, now you’ll be looking at him whether he wins or losing. So it’s not going to be too bad, right?

Twilight sends him a mischievous (sinister) grin.

Right?

Twilight

Was Twilight about to do something stupid? Maybe. Would it incredible if he could pull it off? Absolutely. Now if only you would look in his direction, then he would actually be able to do it.

He takes a breath and aims his arrow. He pulls back and let’s it fly the second he sees you turn to him. Naturally, it hits his target and as it begins to fall, it gathers more on the arrow, slowly pushing it up and up and up, until the arrow it filled with fruit.

He grins and dashes to catch it before it hits the ground and makes everything inedible.

Twilight makes it in the nick of time and catches it by the tail end. A small victory cry leaves his mouth as he brings it up to look at his new bounty.

“Twilight, that was incredible!” You cry out, running over to him with a wide eyed look, matched with a blinding smile on your face. “How did you do that? Was that even intentional?”

Twilight grins, pride swelling up in his chest as he sees your reaction.

Perfect. This is just what he wanted. Twilight smothers down his smirk and twirls the arrow absentminded in his hand, handing the none sharp end towards you. 

“It was intentional.” Twilight admits, not able to smother the pride in his voice completely “But I have to say that I wasn’t sure if I would have been able to pull it off.”

You giggle with delight and pull off the end fruit, happily biting into it without a second thought. “Mmm! Delicious!”

“And fresh.” Twilight adds, taking a bit of fruit for himself.

Only for a fruit to land on his head, splattering everywhere. He can feel it seep into his hair and pelt. The juice that didn’t explode outwardly drips down his face and the back of his neck.

You seem to have gotten a bit of it as well, having been close to the splash some but you don’t seem too concerned by it. Bits of fruit are stuck on your face and a little drop of juice hangs from your nose.

But you start laughing.

With your free hand, you wipe your nose and flick the bits of fruit that stick to you so that they disappear into the surrounding foliage. But you keep giggling.

Twilight can only sigh.

Of course this happens. Here and now. And right after he does something cool and gets you something by the end of it. Twilight can’t even be mad. He lets his head hang forward in shame. The fruit flops off of his head and onto the ground with a defeated splat.

You laughs louder and coo in his direction. Twilight can feel your hands comb through his hair that he’s no doubt going to have in a bit unless he wants sticky (although shiny) hair.

“Sorry Link.” You say with as much sincerity as you can muster.

“I’m glad my suffering amuses you.” He deadpans, only cause you to giggle louder. It borders onto a cackle as you help clean him up.

“It could have been worse.” You say. “It could have hit your groin.”

Twilight winces and curls instinctively. “Don’t even joke about that.”

“I’m just saying.” You hum happily, munching on the fruit he had given you just moment before. “It’s not so bad. You just need to go wash up.”

“Yay.” Twilight hands you the arrow. “Here.”

“Wha- Why?”

“It was for you anyway.” He admits, shaking his hair to get the remaining bits out. “I’ll be back.”

You nod and take it from him silently, watching him as he goes. You look at the rest of the fruit and bite your lip. Maybe you should help him wash his pelt at least. After all, the fruit was tasty.

Warrior

There was very little part in Warrior’s mind that was telling him to fall back, to retreat, to make it back to safety and to regroup with everyone else.

The wound in his side was aching and threatening to push Warrior over the edge if he didn’t take care of it soon. He was beginning to feel the blood seep through his chain mail and make it to the front of his outer tunic.

But then there was a little bit in his head that was also telling him to keep going, to keep fighting. If he could stay on his feet just a little bit longer then he was going to push till the end of the fight and win.

He sees you and surges forward with as much force as he can muster.

His sword raises over his head before he can stop himself and it slashes down at a monster that was coming up from behind.

You gasp, bordering a scream when you feel the body just whiff past you.

“I got you.” He says between labored breath. He nods toward you and grins as much as the pain will allow him.

“Warrior...” You grip your sword tighter and adjust it in your hands. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Sweetheart.” Warrior winks. Now his pride won’t allow him to back down either. you have to see him win this. Because he can. He knows it.

He also adjusts his sword in his grip and keep a bit of his vision on you as he dashes off to the next monster that approaches. He slides in the ground, no doubt irritating his already open wound and slices the monster from under it.

He grits his teeth and pushes himself off of the ground.

The blood is definitely visible from the outside now. He knows he’s being reckless at this point. He needs medical help. Or a fairy. Maybe Hyrule is he still has some magic left in him.

That being said, Warrior could feel you look back at him every now and then. He’s never been a fan of too much attention but yours? He can never get enough of it. It fuels him and he continues forward.

Warrior rushes the next monster and next after that and the next after that.

He sees another one come close to you and his heart lurches into his throat. He can’t help but feel a surge of panic jolt through his body. You can see the threat this time but you’re too preoccupied with not having your head taken off by the monster in front of you to really do anything about it.

Warrior throws his sword.

It spins through the air and cleaves through the monster’s head. It splits into two and falls to either side of the monster next to it.

The other monster sees it and backs up for a moment, startled by the sheer violence of the action. The pause gives you enough time to finish it off and you step away from the carnage.

You pick up Warrior’s sword and jog over to him.

Warrior retrieves it with a gulp and a nod. “Thanks.”

“That was the coolest thing I think I’ve ever see you do.” You blurt

Warrior can feel his pride swell. “Awesome.”

“You’re an idiot though.”

“Fair.” Warrior stumbles over as his injury takes over his consciousness. The pain no longer registers and falls to his knees.

“Warrior?” You fall with him, trying to hold him up by the tunic, not seeing how it rips further.

He gives a lazy salute before collapsing completely.

You scream.  

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #i'm stealing legend's little bit from an anon story #i just loved that moment so much #it stuck with me all this time

[aleksanderscult]

Analyzing "Demon in the Wood" (book) - Part 5

(Part 1, part 2, part 3 and part 4)

(TW: self-harm!, suicide!)

Did you think I had forgotten about this meta?

ABSOLUTELY NOT

I was just dealing with a small health issue and before that I didn't have the motivation.

But now my meta-analyzing-self has returned with the fifth and last part of the book.

This is the passage from the book that actually made me think "What if Aleksander himself started sleeping less and less as an adult?". He "adopted" so many things from Baghra. It's possible that he did this too. Sleeping very few hours at night and always ready to leap at the first sign of danger.

Also, not Eryk not wanting to get smacked from his mom if she catches him. 😭

“It’s not enough.” His voice made me jump. The Darkling emerged from the shadows onto the lamplit path.

He really can startle people with his silent movements.

And the fact that he has been trained by hunters!

So he has learned from hunters, seers, Kings, Saints. Through all these four hundred years he gained an enormous amount of knowledge. (I would honestly sit and listen to his experiences for free)

HE'S TOO CUTE I JUST--

He really preferred to get interrogated by his mother for his wet clothes than get naked in front of a girl. 😭🫶

We went from this "He felt too shy to remove everything."

To this "His hand slid down to my hip. I felt a little trill of panic as my skirt slid higher and his fingers closed on my bare thigh."

They grow up so fast. 🥹🥹

It's that beautiful realization that he acts like a kid that makes me happy. All giggling and smiling while playing and swimming. This is the life he was supposed to live and he knows it.

He's so happy and hopeful that he starts making plans! 😭

He just wants to stay somewhere.

The Darkling never hated the otkazat'sya. It wasn't hate he felt but (overtime) he just only came to know their nature.

Eryk really liked Sylvi and thought her a good company to have her around.

He was aware of the way men looked at his mother.

I'm sorry but I find this line kind of awkward. It may only be just me. But little Aleksander seeing men giving lustful looks to Baghra is a little awkward. Like, man, not in front of her son. 😭

It was one more weapon in her arsenal.

Actually an anon once sent me an ask saying that the Darkling was promiscuous on his earlier days out of his need for touch and to gain information.

At that time I said that I doubted it since he had other means to gain information (through his spies, his natural charisma etc.) but @stromuprisahat discussed this in the comments and now I agree with her that Aleksander would sleep with someone to gain information. And, in the end, it was this line that fully convinced me. Just like I've said previously, Aleksander mimics his mother in almost everything. He just copies her behavior and patterns. And that's one more pattern that he must have copied. If he didn't have any other choice and was desperate (also it would depend on the person he had in front of him) Aleksander would go in "flirt mode" to get what he wants. Seduction was one weapon out of the hundreds in his arsenal, ready to be used if necessary.

Well hello socially awkward Aleksander.

That might be my hot take for him I think. Aleksander Morozova was actually socially awkward in sensitive matters (this moment right here, revealing to Ulla that they're siblings, his first kiss with Alina).

He was never raised in a stable home, never had healthy friendships and was raised by his mother very strictly and to value power over love. So whatever compassion he had as a person, he had it out of his own character. He was born with it and not nurtured to feel it or have it.

He doesn't know if this question about her mother is appropriate because he normally doesn't have conversations with peers and hasn't learned to.

It's a very sad but true fact about his character.

Eryk: "Thanks mom for nothing I guess".

I don't think people realize how cut off Aleksander was from literally everyone. And it was Baghra that cut him off. Not one single word about his father like she created him by herself or something.

(Now I also remembered how Alina was the only other person Aleksander could bond and be with since she was immortal too but Baghra took that from him as well. That woman really said "You'll have no one but me")

now I'm angry

He really really tries.

I've analyzed this moment a bit here but basically Aleksander was very awkward with others showing a vulnerable side. He isn't used to being close with others since he constantly travels, so here he does his best to comfort Annika as she lays bare her thoughts and feelings. He wants to let her know that her father didn't fail but did his best to protect his remaining family.

Hell nah!! 😭😭

Not my boy being protective over his new friend 😭😭

He only knows her for a few hours and he feels already close to her.

This shatters my heart because he doesn't want to believe the truth. He doesn't want to face it in the beginning. He's like "Oh. Maybe we're playing". He doesn't want to know that his friend has turned against him.

*tears up*

Can you hear me crying in the background? 🙂

He was so ready to protect her against a boy taller and stronger than him. Because they're friends. Friends are supposed to stick together.

*I'm ready to cry*

He's still in denial. 😭

And seeing the difference between this young Aleksander to his older version. The young one being naive, innocent and weak because he lets his emotions get the better of him. While the older one never begged for anything (at least directly), shed that side of him and still died because he still wanted things.

THE STRATEGIC BABY GRISHA IS HERE!!

He cleared his head and started thinking of ways to get out. And what better way of escaping than making Annika and Lev fight each other?

I personally think he said that line for two reasons:

He wanted Lev to know what he is in order to make him come over, break the ice and even stop Annika so he could buy himself some time and escape.

It's very interesting that he said "you won't be able to push her or her sister around anymore". He could have said "When Annika wears my bone she'll be more powerful than you" but he brought up Annika's vulnerable position and that shows that he understands why Annika does this.

But still he won't sit and let her finish the job.

His determination is the one quality that admire in him the most.

Take this moment for example. Someone just hit his head with a rock and he focuses on staying awake and alive. He doesn't allow his own body to take him down.

And here the same thing happens:

He's ready to vomit and pass out but he just forces his body to do more, to escape and survive. He never lets anything deter him from what he wants. And apparently it was Baghra that made him this way too:

She nurtured his strong will and over the years he became a driven, focused and determined person. And it were these qualities that kept him alive all those centuries.

When Alina left him behind on the Fold he survived and kept going.

When Sturmhond left him with a broken ship, a wounded arm and in the middle of nowhere, he survived and kept going.

When Alina betrayed him and brought a building down on his face, he survived, took the throne and rose again.

When his mother committed suicide, he cleared his head and continued his war.

When he came back from the dead, he still continued the march towards his ambition.

Literally nothing could stop him. Even "when he wasn't so sure he wanted to go on" he put his one foot in front of the other and set his eyes towards his dream. Whether that was to provide the Grisha a safe home, or the Ravkans a safe country or himself a companion to have. Or all of it together.

It was enough to make him less a boy than a prize.

A sad existence to live. Especially in your childhood. Your own people seeing you as a trophy to have, to wear and use than a human with a life of his own.

He revealed his gift to Annika when he showed kindness to her and now he pays the price.

His relationship with his mother is one of the most (if not the most) pivotal aspects of his character. Her words and teachings have been implanted deep inside him and can hear her often in his mind (just like he did in RoW).

Did he also hear her voice whenever he was close to dying in his adulthood?

He lashed out of fury, desperation and sadness for everything that happened that day. Just when he thought he had it all, fate came and took them out of his hands along with his hope.

Let me make a mark on this world before I leave it.

He succeeded in that. The Little Palace is the greatest proof and people talked about him long after he was gone (and they'll continue to do so).

As a child he saw how Grisha came and went from this world without "touching" anything. He didn't want the same thing to happen to him. He wanted to make something.

(Also the fact that he dropped that iconic, serious line at the age of thirteen. The Darkling at thirteen "I want to make something grand before I die". Me at thirteen: *watching Shakira clips and failing school like nobody's business* 😭😭)

I don't think most of us understand that Aleksander literally self-harmed himself to survive and save his mother's life as well. Used his own power against him to make sure that they won't be burned alive for what he did.

For the Ulle to be so sure that nothing would happen at their camp makes me think that they were being established successfully there for a long time. But that surety and protection faded because of his own people who are so desperate to gain power in order to survive. It's not a matter of selfishness. I don't see it that way. But it's a matter of survival especially since the Grisha are a group of persecuted people that are hunted down for their powers, feared and shunned.

Whether you believe it or not, I've seen people say that Aleksander didn't regret the fact that he was responsible for the burning of that village.

*screaming in frustration*

So. I'll repeat that it wasn't an act of selfishness but a matter of survival. It's not a black and white situation. If Aleksander had said the truth he would be executed alongside his mother for what he did. And the other Grisha wouldn't hesitate to do it since they already feared Baghra. And what people fear, they destroy.

Aleksander opted to cut his leg deep with his own powers, lose unconsciousness and tell a fake story to save his mother and leave from that settlement in one piece. But he didn't take pleasure from it. He wasn't glad when Lev and Annika died and felt sorry for their parents and their reaction. And now he feels sorry for the burning of the village. He knew they were innocent and he supposed they were going to interrogate them or something. But kill all of them? That he neither expected or wanted.

Look. I think Baghra loved her son. But let's be honest. If he wasn't so powerful, if he wasn't immortal he would cast him away the same way she did with his siblings. Sooo....yeah. It's a toxic kind of love. She loves him for what he can offer her (companionship mostly) so it's not an unconditional love. She mostly wanted to keep him safe because, if he died, she would be left with no one.

Bardugo in a podcast called her "a horrible, horrible mother" and she is. But I still find her a fascinating character that I can't get enough of for some reason. I don't like her but I find her interesting.

Honestly, me neither. Annika was not my favorite character in this story but I don't hate her for trying to kill him. She wanted to protect her family and their position in the camp. It's a bleak world for the Grisha and they have to "eat" each other to survive.

Aleksander really said: "I will make my people matter. I'll make them touch this world and make themselves known. We will be seen".

All the Grisha characters that were trained in the Little Palace owe their reputation to the Darkling. Alina would never know who she was and, even if she did, she would waste because she would be unable to use her powers without someone to guide her. Zoya would never achieve that reputation.

Grisha would just continue to live in caves and hidden establishments. Afraid to go out and show their powers to strangers.

By S&B the Grisha were still despised but there was a minority that held them in awe. But that did nothing to change the situation. Now they are seen but used by the Crown. It was the only place they could have in the kingdom.

It rose from the trees surrounding it like something carved from an enchanted forest, a cluster of dark wood walls and golden domes. As we drew closer, I saw that every inch of it was covered in intricate carvings of birds and flowers, twisting vines, and magical beasts.

“Welcome to the Little Palace,” said the Darkling.

He did it. The crazy son of a bitch did it. 🥹🥹

He managed to create a safe home for them. Made sure for them to be surrounded by other people like them, sitting in front of a warm hearth, in unity not in conflict with each other. Somewhere to rest their heads under the gorgeous carvings of vines and birds. A place to practice their powers freely and eat luxuriously. Somewhere to come back to, like all of us do when we want to go home. Somewhere to belong and somewhere to stay.

(fuck you Tolya for what you said in that duology. Fuck you and everyone who talks shit about Aleksander's greatest accomplishment)

That was the end of the book and I absolutely loved that story. I need 20 more novellas like this from the perspective of the Darkling from his earlier adventures. I'll analyze the Graphic Novel next.

#I've missed analyzing SO MUCH #anyway hope you enjoyed this part #the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova #demon in the wood #demon in the wood meta #meta #shadow and bone #grishaverse #baghra morozova #annika

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Yup, I'm obsessed.

Hello! It's the anon that sent 3 paragraphs in one single... I'm not really sure what to call it because it wasn't exactly a request. I'm glad I was able to brighten your evening, and honestly I was a bit worried you'd think I was being a bit over the top (social anxiety, my number one enemy). Surprise, though! I actually have a request this time! I loved your yan!grian drabble and one-shots so much I couldn't wait to finish the EVO smp before sending in a request of my own.

If you could, do you think you could write a yan!grian x reader one-shot. I was daydreaming a bit and it wandered off to a plot where basically, the reader acted as almost a lost puppy with grian. Following him everywhere, showing a clear fondess towards him with their loyalty, and just constantly being by his side. As time goes on, he's so used to their company that when they aren't near him, it becomes almost maddening. It's almost an obsessive need to have them around him, to protect them, to keep them with him.

It's a very rough idea, but it's been on my mind for a while, and maybe you could play with it a bit more in your own way (if you'd like to that is!). And my goodness, this one was just as long, or maybe even longer then the other message(?) I sent to your inbox. I am once again apologizing for that fact.

It's okay anon, I had a lot of fun with this and I hope you enjoy it. I really hope it's the kind of thing you were looking for! P.s this is my first S10 fic!!

How Could You Say No?

Oneshot Contains: Low key yandere, Fluff (unhealthy), manipulation

Warning: This is not healthy behaviour! I write for entertainment but please be aware than in real life this type of behaviour from both parties is not healthy nor acceptable. If you find yourself in a situation like this please let someone know and stay safe! ----------------------

With a new season came new opportunities. It had been an interesting start, that was for sure.

This time around many people had decided to take it slow and enjoy the new world, which of course you decided to do as well. You'd been invited on an adventure to find a home, an adventure where your crush was going too. How could you say no?

So to the mountain you'd gone, messing around. But soon enough people began to claim land. You claimed some right next to Grian.

You'd had a crush on him for some time, but never had the chance to get to know him, this season you wanted to change that.

Then the fishing began. You liked fishing, but it was much more enjoyable being around Grian. Plus, that change did happen, the two of you got to know each other well, talking all the while catching fish and treasure. You fished for hours upon hours, day after day. Grian even built a little fishing hut for the two of you to have some shelter, which was incredibly sweet of him.

It hadn't taken much longer for Grian to build a house either, yours popped up about a week after than. All the while the two of you still spent time together. Grian would invite you everywhere, mining, fishing, of course you'd go.

You'd been surprised when he asked you to be his, but happy. So very happy. The next day he gifted you a fully enchanted pickaxe, which of course you couldn't refuse. It was a gift after all.

When shops started popping up the two of you would go together, spending diamonds Grian insisted you have a share of. He helped you gather resources, although soon enough there was no need for them. Grian asked you to base with him, how could you say no?

The two of you spent even more time together, chopping down trees, mining through stone. Anything and everything you did, you did together. You have done ever since the server began.

Which brings us to today, you and Grian, sitting by the sea. Today there is no fishing, no need to fish, but Grian had asked you to come with him to sit by the ocean. So you did.

Your thoughts were left to wander, and suddenly you were left thinking of the empty wall in the kitchen and how you had the perfect painting at your house. Not that you had lived there, or even visited, in some time.

"G, I've figured out a solution to our empty wall problem." You say, breaking the silence. "Oh yeah?" "Yes, I know the perfect painting. I'll have to go get it though."

"Go get it? Now?" He asks. "I can, probably should really. You know what I'm like for remembering this kind of thing." You laugh sheepishly.

"But we're enjoying the ocean, like we used to. Can we go another time?" "I can go myself, it's only at my old house." You say.

Suddenly Grian's eyes are on you, you can feel them almost burning a hole in the side of your skull. "You can't go there alone, it could be dangerous." You turn to look at him, shrugging. "It can't be that dangerous, besides, I can handle myself." His eyes darken.

"I don't want you to get hurt, you know that. What would I do if you got hurt and I wasn't there to help?" You didn't think about that. "I, well, you can come with me then. I want to get this painting, it'll be perfect."

Grian sighs, taking your hand in his. "Okay, we'll go get it. I can't let you go alone." You smile at his words. He stands, helping you up.

The walk to the house is longer than you remember, and sure enough it's in a bit of a state. Nature has very much taken over, you didn't think it was that long since you'd left.

When Grian had asked you to move in it was done very quickly, most of your furniture wasn't needed, so it was either given to other hermits or left in the house for you to collect at a later date. Looking around inside you don't think you'll be back for most of the things you left.

The floorboards squeak under your weight and Grian's. Moss covers much of the floor, vines crawl along your walls. You move carefully towards the office, not wanting to hurt yourself. You're glad Grian came.

As you reach for the door handle Grian pulls you away, startling you. "Let me, just in case. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened." You stare at him for a second, but nod "okay." It's not exactly like you can say no. He only wants to protect you.

Grian pulls open the door with ease, scraping at the moss on the floor as the wood moves. The office window is clearly broken, but the rest of the room looks okay. Grian steps in, holding your hand and pulling you gently along.

You spot the painting, propped up in the corner of the room. Many of the colours have faded from time in the sun, plus it seems to be cracked and peeling. You feel so disappointed seeing the state it's in now, knowing how beautiful it once was.

The piece was so unique, and now it mirrors its surroundings. You can't bring yourself to even pick it up, it's inseparable from this house now, a worn down broken place, no longer a home.

Noticing your increasing upset Grian gently guides you out of the house. You can't bring yourself to say no. He does more than that, holding your hand tightly and taking you all the way home.

The walk is silent, full of sorrow. You can't even bare to look back.

Grian doesn't take you into the house, he takes you up to the swing in the garden. He'd built it for you, a place where the two of you could relax, read, look out at the ocean from a distance. Compared to your old home this one is beautiful, perfectly crafted, delicately detailed. This is your home now. You try remind yourself of that, but still feel sad.

After some time in silence Grian speaks up. "I had something I wanted to ask you earlier, when we were on the beach. It's why I didn't want to leave, but you know I'd do anything for you." You nod slightly, knowing his words are true. His home changed for you, he changed for you. He looks after you and gets you gifts and allows you to be creative. He protects you from harm, takes care of you when you're sick, takes you on days out and adventures.

You turn your attention to him as he begins to speak again. "You're very special to me, truly you are. I don't want to spend a day of my life without you, ever. You mean too much to me. You've become a part of my home, my comfort, I can't lose you. I need you to be by my side, forever." You see the box, you see the ring. A beautiful piece, you wonder if he crafted it himself.

You look at the ring, at him. You glance at your surroundings, what a beautiful life he has created for you here. A life you don't have anywhere else with anyone else. "Marry me?" How could you say no?

#grian x reader #yan!grian x reader #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #grian #hermitcraft #hermitblr #mcytblr #mcyt #yandere #manipulation #fluff

[johnslittlespoon]

Just read this and now I can’t stop thinking about how Bucky would get Gale to finally be comfortable bottoming. Idk I just have a headcanon that at first Gale only tops y’know cos of all the Internalized Homophobia™️…..what do you think?

-🍒

LOL the way i didn't even register that there was context missing until i saw the second ask (also wait i love the emoji sign off, that's so fun for repeat anons if anyone else wants to do that (/‿＼✿))

i'm so torn with my take on this tbh because it varies greatly for me from au to au, but in general canon i definitely think the same; even if it's not 'active' homophobia, he still grows up not acknowledging that part of himself (or even being aware of it, maybe not until he meets john, but i think something deep in him still knows that he feels something when he looks at boys the same way he feels something when he looks at girls).

and he never feels any sorta bad way about john when john bottoms, there's never judgement there, it's just this mental block he can't get over when it comes to himself but he wants to so badly, feels so frustrated that he can't give himself the same kindness and grace he gives john (which john points out the first time they talk about this.)

i think the only thing that would help him grow more comfortable with it/the idea of it is just growing closer to john and realizing he can fully trust him with anything. knowing that john will never judge him or think less of him, knowing that his hands and words will never be anything but gentle towards him, knowing that john loves him unconditionally and is so so patient with him; that would finally be what helps him make that decision.

i don't think he'd tell john far in advance, because he'd be scared of spooking himself out of it. he's probably going back and forth in his head up until the moment he actually decides to do it, but him and john are in bed and john is cupping his face with so much tenderness and kissing him so sweetly and when john reaches for the lube and goes to work himself open, gale's hand unthinkingly settles on john's wrist. mumbles against john's lips, "i think i wanna try it, tonight."

john goes very still and looks at gale with so much warmth and pride because he knows it's such a trust thing for him, his chest is all fuzzy knowing gale is willing to let his guard down with him like this, even if they don't get very far. asks if he's sure, so careful to make sure gale doesn't feel pressured, and gale promises him that he is. i think realistically gale might want to prep himself the first time, because it gives him some control in a situation where he's feeling very out of his comfort zone, but i also love the idea of gale letting john take his time with him, showering him in kisses and love bites and praise to distract while he works him open, lightheaded with the noises the new type of stimulation drags from gale.

it takes gale a bit to get used to it, and john moves slower and more gently than he's done with anything else in his life, and gale's probably pretty tense and nervous this first time, but he ends up liking it a lot more than he expects, and john is obviously thrilled that he has a new way he can dote on gale and make him feel good. he almost can't handle the vision of gale below him, strong legs wrapped around his waist, golden hair splayed out over the pillow, looking up at him with so much trust in between needy messy kisses.

and in my head, once gale is comfortable with it, he bottoms more often than john does because he likes the juxtaposition of being so vulnerable with john, but also knowing that john will let him have control in that position (aside from the days where he doesn't want to think and make decisions, and lets john take the reins.)

he has fun playing around with that type of control too, like as mentioned in a prev. ask, having john sit on his hands, or keeping them in place on his own waist just to feel them tense with restraint when john's holding back, or tying them behind his back when he really wants to make him squirm.

they're both switchy/verse–y, but i think it's just easier physically for gale to bottom since he's got a slightly smaller/more lithe frame, john is more muscular/boxy and probably less flexible so gale bottoming makes quickies and such easier too lol. i think gale is more particular about sex and control and all of that, whereas john is often more than happy to go along with whatever gale decides on, easygoing and eager to please and turned on by literally anything gale does. :^)

#the yapper is yapping sorry but i have Thoughts occasionally #just every so often yk. one or two pop into my head #covers the rest of my blog with both hands shhh #buckbucky #buck x bucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

[whispereons]

So I sit here thinking about Ayato, right? Like.. i see him as the silent but pretty kinky guy. He has tried some dangerous stuff, not some much that his reputation is tarnished. No, this guy would have calculated something to that the situation would have been safe to do something really kinky. So, this guy would have things placed under his suit, you know? maybe, it's just me, but i can see one being a butt plug and he would be sitting through a meet with a straight face.

Yet, he meets you, the apprentice. Of course, he knows he is meet someone from overseas but that won't stop him from trying to excite the meeting. In the beginning, he is just mainly talking to your boss and you would glance at him, though out of boredom you look around with elemental sight and decided to play around with your anemo vision. You though no one would notice after all the window was open, and you weren't strong enough to do a storm, just barely be able to control the winds so the wind would feel like a light touch.

It was just silly things at first playing with your bosses hair and than you decided to see if Ayato had weapons on him, and prove the rumors wrong. There was no way this guy, with so much power at his hands, not walking around with a secret weapons somewhere. Only to find something else. Immediately, you stopped and focused on the meeting before you, but you couldn't help it. Your eyes glanced to see Ayato only to panic as he was already facing you with a closed eyed smile.

Anyways, that is just me. I just here with my brain rotting. some bits were far stretched, i know, but it is my fantasy and i wanna share. we both can be writing cringy and weird stuff together, don't worry-

_ Kaeya Anon _

A bit ironic that the Kaeya anon's first ask is about Ayato but it's the silly type. I hope you don't mind that I made it yandere, it would be almost weird of me to not make it yandere. This wasn't a fully NSFW ask so I didn't go all the way either. But seeing as you're my first ask about writing, I wanted to give it proper attention! But at the same time, this was very much not proof read.

The marks and grooves of the meeting table suddenly seem very interesting as your boss rambles on about one thing or another. A bad habit of his that really seemed to bite you in the ass this time.

Ayato shifts in his seat and you want to die now fully aware why he's moving. Was this some strange justice served to you for being too nosy? Maybe Ayato will send the Shuumatsuban after you for discovering his little secret. You can never trust that naturally curved smile on his face after all.

"-but we're getting off track at this point. I only need to show you the last trade route for the months supply and then we can end this meeting. I'm sure I've taken more then enough of your time!"

Your chest is a thousand times lighter at your master's words. The thought of finishing up and sailing back to your home nation gives you the energy needed to get through this meeting.

Your boss goes to grab the last file out of his bag but frowns before properly looking into it. "I must have left it with my stuff in the guest room. I'll leave for a few minutes to fetch it."

Trying to hide your desperation you grab your bosses sleeve with a wobbly smile. "Don't worry, I'll just go and get it for you. You can continue speaking to Sir Kamisato in the meantime."

Getting up in a flash, you rush to open the door and escape the room. But the sounds of metallic armor shifting follows you as you open the door and look behind to see a smiling face.

"I'll accompany you there as my office is right next door." Ayato's voice gives no indicator of his less than professional activity. "My sister is going to a restaurant with many of the Kamisato clan's partners. Why don't you go along and let your apprentice finish up the meeting for you?"

Internally screaming, you resist the urge to take back your offer of getting the files. Happily your boss stands up and smiles widely, the old man would never give up the chance of a free drink. With slumped shoulders you walk silently with the two men as they converse ambically.

Ayato cleanly passes your boss on to Ayaka, who gives you a sympathetic smile at your visible awkwardness. There's no doubt she's aware of your uncomfortableness around Ayato, it's just not for the reason she thinks.

That's probably why your face scrunches up when he pats your shoulder with a coy smile once everyone else left.

"Should we get going now Y/N? We should do our best to wrap the meeting up." Stiffly nodding you follow him through the halls.

The walk is silent which could be either good or bad. But there's still no sign of punishment or silencing as you enter your boss's room and grab the pesky file. When you exit, Ayato stands there with that same relaxed smile and professionalism.

His gloved hand gently presses against the middle of your shoulder blades pushing you to keep up with his long strides. It's... uncomfortable but not bad enough to cause a fuss. Even still you pat your thigh where your anemo vision is safely secured for good measure.

Violet eyes traces your hand movements and twinkle at the way you gulp back your nerves.

His office really wasn't that far to your boss's room, at least you couldn't dub him a liar. He holds out the door for you with a kind smile that you return awkwardly.

Stepping inside you notice how dim the light is, it makes it hard to see the interior. Not wanting to be rude by searching for a candle, you walk deeper inside until you see a large beautifully designed divider.

Momentarily you stumble on a small cushion on the floor and barely avoid falling. Bare hands slide up your body starting from your waist up to your chest making you shudder. Turning around in shock, your body feels both heavier and lighter.

Ayato waves your anemo vision by its strap tauntingly. His narrow eyes seem much more predatory in this light and those upturned lips are now sinister.

"Now, what's that look for Y/N? You'll get your vision back, I just can't promise when."

"Sir Kamisato, I'm not sure if this is some Inazuman culture I'm unaware of but I'm feeling extremely uncomfortable. You can look over the file yourself and I'll be going. Just send someone to return my vision tonight."

Dropping the file on the table without concern you step around Ayato. Leaving your vision behind was a small sacrifice, your stubborn boss will make it nearly impossible for Ayato to keep it. The scolding you'll receive from your boss would be worth it.

Ayato watches you from his spot as you move past him. Grasping the door handle, you tug and are met with resistance. Your stomach drops simultaneously with your expression before you tug harder.

As a catalyst user, you didn't have a weapon to break the door with. Your vision was the only option, and you had no chance in beating the skilled hydro swordsman in combat.

A sword glints in candlelight as it presses against your neck. Strong arms wrap around your upper body and pull you closer to Ayato. Leaning to speak into your ear, hot air fans your earlobe making you shiver.

"You've seen something quite embarrassing of me. Surely you won't mind showing me something embarrassing in return."

Your body is frozen as the sound of clothes shuffling can be heard and even felt behind you. Wrists easily maneuvered from your side to your back are wrapped with something. A braided gold-colored rope ending with a tassel binds your upper arms to your chest.

"I'll return both you and your vision in time for your departure. Although, I can't say that I'll follow through with that."

#a whispered response #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere #male yandere #yandere ayato #whisp's amateur work #not proofread

[emelinstriker]

About those 3 Anon messages recently...

Yes, there's 3 now. Third on came up while I was finishing typing about the 2nd one.

tl;dr context: peeps defending a fictional 2D lego character, questioning the morality of esau (despite the lack of lore context), as well as for some reason a personal attack on me... also smol chinese jesus??? :'D

DISCLAIMER:

I respect y'all's opinions and headcanons and whatnot. It's all valid. However. I expect respect on my own opinions and headcanons return. That's literally all I'm asking.

That's common sense and I will from this point on just delete anyone else's anon asks if they try to argue with me about my standings on these matters mentioned in here. Or this post in general.

There's literally no point in arguing over words written in a story, or debating whether or not pixels on a screen are hot or not.

With that disclaimer being said...

Case 1:

I'm fully aware of the entire discussion thing of Nezha being eternally 12 and all that, but I'm also fully aware of how LMK Nezha is more of a parody on the original. LMK Nezha is more of an adult 2D character who took the characteristics of the source, but then was turned into an aged-up parody.

It's not weird with the context of how things even came to be in the AU. It does involve a form of "infection" that changes those that are infected. In ESAU it's just slightly different from my original story's OCs to appeal more to the Reader. There are people out there who seek comfort in their own superiority complex too, especially if they can never explore that part of themselves normally. If that doesn't appeal to you, that's fine. But don't assume it's weird just because you don't like it if a fictional master/servant relationship isn't for you.

Now, this ask wasn't really bad or directly disrespectful. That was just basic questioning on the general relationship of the AU as well as the LMK Nezha being 12 discussion. So I went to bed, cuz I didn't wanna respond with my rather aggressive response to the topic. Like, I ranted about it to my Discord server, but it was already around midnight and I knew I'd come off as aggressive, despite the logic and facts, if I just copy n pasted the way I phrased the rant. So I went to bed. But then I woke up to an essay in another ask...

Case 2:

I'm assuming this is the exact same person, based on the timeframe and the writing style..? Maybe even the same person who asked that question about whether I'd make Nezha's relationship towards the Reader romantic or platonic..??

For the sake of this entire thing being unworthy of an unnecessary discussion, as well as the fact that the person sending this isn't worth directly responding to if they hide behind an anon face, knowing they would get flamed, I will solely respond to these for my actual viewers, who do enjoy ESAU.

As in, I noticed how almost every single point is easily arguable. Like, they literally just made it up as if every single relationship between the Reader and their champions is romantic. Which couldn't be further from the truth. This is a point I wanna get more into due to how it covers the Master System more. A random anon sending me questions, or rather statements, like this doesn't deserve to get a detailed response to this directly either. My viewers do deserve more insight though. Be it to avoid more people thinking this is automatically grooming, or just to give interested people more lore dump.

To keep it short: Everyone who wants to be a Reader, is a Reader. I myself am a Reader of fiction, which is why I use my persona to fill in the Reader's space in any drawing I do for ESAU. Which is also why Macaque referred to their Master currently being female in that one drawing- Because in that moment, in my drawings, I'm technically seen as their Master.

So when you see the champions swap between their Master using non-binary or female pronouns, this is why. If you see me draw them referring to their Master as a "she", they're referring to basically their current Master in that exact moment. However, literally anyone else can also be placed in that spot.

Whenever I refer to a Reader's reincarnation, I usually mean either "the same person, but another life" OR "different people of the same/a different life". As in, the Reader can imagine themselves having had multiple past lives, or their "past life" is actually another Reader. We're all the Reader. That's why I kept saying the Master System is rather philosophical.

The Reader can imagine themselves if they met their champions as a child or as an adult. However, nothing in ESAU is forced to be romantic or sexual. If you were born as a prince/princess/royalty, that doesn't mean your servants are immediately destined to be romantic or sexual with you, right? That entire portion is up to the Reader to decide and imagine. I do not control what another person thinks of and imagines. If they chose to pick a darker path, the fuck do you want me to do about that? Unless it ends up hurting anyone, or they actively push the topic onto others, I see no issue with however a Reader wants to think up what happens in their life with their servants. All I do is create material for others to play with.

Except for the First Master, any other Reader can be considered either the same person or various people. That's up to the person behind the screen, whether they feel more comforted with one idea or another.

On the Nezha being 12 topic... Do people know what a parody is, I-

LMK Nezha looks more like THIS-

Not as young as THIS-

And he was never said to be 12 years old in LMK. Nor does he look 12, act 12, speak 12, sound 12... LMK needs to be seen and accepted as more like a parody AU of the original story, if that wasn't obvious enough. I find it funny how they brought up my own age though-

Cuz yeah, I'm 21, almost 22, and I do understand the difference between reality's religions, fictional 2D pixels, and the difference between the source and a parody. Wow. Shocker. I know.

Or as I said it in tags earlier today-

Also I'd just like to add… If we go by the theory of specifically LMK Nezha still being 12, despite literally thousands of years having passed, his body being depicted as a fully grown adult in basically every single goddamn aspect of his character within the show… Literally all he got is his paperwork saying he's 12. Like- LMK Nezha would literally just be one of those people that were born on February 29th. Just him not getting any birthdays. Do you assume after literal thousands of years, with his body and mind being mature, and only his paperwork saying he's 12, this dude wouldn't be tryna explore more of himself and his interests, wh-

Like- LMK Nezha isn't the original source Nezha. Simple as that. Just accept it's a parody and be done with it. If you don't agree with it, that's your opinion and I respect that. But don't you dare fucking push that opinion on others who do actually accept the show as a parody and wanna live out their fantasies in said parody.

Your opinion does not mean it's the opinion of others.

Like, the entire age thing in LMK is such a headcanon thing to the point where no one seems to have a solid age, besides maybe MK, who I've seen people calculate his age for due to his driving license and all that. LMK Nezha is confirmed to be depicted as an adult within the show, which is the headcanon I'm going with, regardless of whatever bullshittery people are trying to argue with.

In conclusion: Nezha may be eternally 12 in a story. But that story is NOT Lego Monkie Kid.

On a side note, something I found ironic and funny, is if an aged up character isn't allowed to be sexualized, then I guess if someone ages a character down, suddenly that original source of the character is no longer allowed to be sexualized either, just because that character suddenly has a younger version of themselves. It's not even the younger version that's being sexualized. That literally is the entire logic of this debate on not wanting a fictional character to have an aged up version of themselves.

Good job, nobody wins. I guess nothing can be sexualized at that point- But then again, Rule 34 wouldn't exist then.

Okay, but now this, THIS is where I got REALLY annoyed, cuz NOW we're getting into more personal territory of nitpicking at ESAU. And those who know me are aware of how I go Asian mom mode when my creations, or younger friends and mutuals, are being wrongfully disrespected.

In general, their entire point is a snowflake-behavior nitpick. Branding is also seen as a way to claim ownership over something. The torture part is basically just the pain of it. I could've also just have the champions have one of those toy stamps for lil children be slapped onto them if you really wanna snowflake it all for tHe PrEcIoUs cHilDrEn...

C'mon. I grew up with FNAF and Creepypastas. Which tend to be usually two of the first fandoms I see children get interested in and hyperfixated on. Mentions of brandmarks that have fully healed ain't nothin' at all.

Like, I literally met a boy who was 8ish years old, who was so happy and hyped about FNAF that he asked me to draw Freddy and Bonnie.

Creepypastas also might make one edgy for a while, but they do grow A LOT from it once they leave that phase. So far, everyone I've ever talked to about Creepypastas in the past became such a good person. Because they look back, and recognize morals so much better. They have seen what bad things can happen and we all know where to draw the line between what's fine, and what's not. Nitpicking on LMK Nezha and ESAU doesn't mean anything since it's just that, nitpicking. I know where to draw the line, but this line these people set is a line no one but themselves can imagine.

Show children bits of reality's darker side and they will know how to deal with the knowledge much better and faster as they grow. That wasn't even just about branding, but I'm tired of people saying how we need to keep children safe. Well yeah, keep them safe physically, but they will never fucking grow and become more independent unless you fucking let them think and process the good AND the bad for themselves.

Also on the topic of adding content warnings- Like, the fuck do you want me to even add? Those asks other people sent of the Reader being basically raised by their servants need no warnings, X Readers in general need no warnings, the brandmarks need no warnings cuz they're just there as aesthetic symbols for anyone not invested in the lore, LMK Nezha needs no content warnings-

Literally the only content warning I'd ever need to add is something like gore, which I do admit I didn't add on the ESAU!Nezha X Reader one.

And I'd just like to add a little something that made me raise an eyebrow: They complained about me going against "Wukong's celibacy vows" when they literally admitted to actively looking through the LMK X Reader tag. While that doesn't necessarily mean they would marry or bang Wukong, that means they're at least curious or interested in what a relationship with any of those characters would be like. Which by all means, would not be possible without it being fiction/fanfiction, and without them having some curiosity or interest in the 2D show of LMK.

Like you're literally telling me I'm practically hurting a fictional character's feelings on the matter, but then turn around and try to get with another character.

Fanfiction and AU's are a thing, man. It's all opinions, headcanons, and literally made up shenanigans. And there's nothing wrong with it when it differs from one person to another.

But dumping empty accusations onto me, someone who thinks more logically than emotionally, literally doesn't help your case. Like, you're debating whether or not this 2D character would actually give a shit if someone would wanna bang them cuz they look hot to the other person.

Case 3:

This one just got dropped into my inbox as I finished typing out the last paragraph and just- This is literally just a unnecessary and only somewhat personal hatred thing at this point- But I'm wheezing at the idea of a smol Chinese Jesus-

Bro, as someone who was forced to be Christian on paper, but never gave a shit about it, because Religion doesn't prove anything or form you, I really don't care. And even if that were the case, I wouldn't complain. It's all fiction dammit. You're again, defending pixels on a screen. Besides that, that wouldn't even be the original source character, again. Also in general, honestly, I see any religious story as fiction anyway. Cuz that literally is what a religion is- You put a belief onto someone over a being/a story-

If you're religious, I respect that. But so do you have to respect that I'm not exactly religious myself.

Case 3 was probably the most directly aggressive one of the 3, but also the most unmeaningful one and so unnecessary one... as if that would be the one to prove a point.

Anyway, rant over, I'm done with this.

If I see any other personal hate on me for not sharing the same fucking opinion on such a niche debate, I'll just ignore and delete it all. This is such a pointless topic.

ESAU is supposed to be a comfort zone for those who actually do feel connected to it. If you don't, that's fine, I fully respect it. If people believe Nezha is 12, I respect that. But don't push that onto those who literally are just here to have a nice time away from shit like this. If you wanna "keep the children safe", fucking keep them away from this sort of nowhere-leading discussion topic.

Literally look at Genshin's Twitter Community, this just feels like the exact same type of unnecessary drama I see there.

And no I will not tag these 3 anons. If they respect me enough, they will either just keep quiet or block me and move on. I don't mind. But I refuse to let this bullshit be a whole ass discussion when I'm just trying to have a good time connecting to my viewers after a long day at work. If they look for a fight for some reason, I won't give them one. They can pick someone else for this bullshit, it's not worth my time as it's all OPINION AND HEADCANON-BASED.

And such debates don't end in peace. So I'd rather be the bigger, more mature person and just say "This is the line. Discussion over. We're done here".

Have a nice day, anyone who actually is nice and respectful towards others and their own takes/opinions on things! Weekend's here now tho so y'all ESAU lovers might see some wholesome lil doodles! :D

#lmk esau #eternal servants au #rant #the fact that all 3 are anons tho and 3rd one tells me to respond #but i'm over here still finding the anon part funny #like- easiest way to solve it is to literally just either block me or have me block you. problem solved. i won't change my opinion on thing #or just block the esau tags idk man #usually i wouldn't just say “ignore if you don't like it” #but in this case that's like the only option #this is a nowhere-leading topic that doesn't need to be discussed further #it's just opinion-based bullshittery #if you see nezha as 12 that's fine #if you see nezha as an adult that's also fine #neither side has to push their opinion onto the other #just let us have our fun and we'll let you have your fun. simple. just accept that humans and human minds differ from another.

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: (Follow up to post 698753602168242176) Hello there! 23m INFJ here. I'd first like to say that I'm extremely grateful for your patience with my previous asks. The insight you provided into my stack–particularly around the theme of having a lack of integrity–has given me much to think about over these (almost two!) years. I want to ask for your insight on a roadblock I've encountered multiple times in the therapy I've been receiving over the past year.

In almost every single session, I come fully prepared: I rehearse a list of 'problem topics' to discuss with my therapist in-session, and try to mine as much insight as I can from them before I discuss. My therapist prefers an unstructured kind of approach, allowing me to form what the sessions look like, and I have preferred having a 'route' of scenarios that link together with common themes, just to ensure that I am effectively using my therapy time.

One issue I've ran into is that we often finish discussion of these topics with plenty of time to spare, leaving me a little lost for words. I believe I am a person who is good at improvising conversation, but in these moments in therapy I run into a complete standstill: my mind draws blank, I have zero perception of what has bothered me, and I am unable to produce anything 'meaningful' for our sessions.

A couple of times, I have asked my therapist: "Do you have any questions for me?" With which he always asks me the same questions: "Why are you here today? What do you need help with? What bothers you right now, in your day-to-day life?" These questions always, always catch me off-guard and I'm unable to answer. I have an extremely poor perception of myself, and usually feel nothing on a day-to-day basis. I try to explain this as best as I can to my therapist, to which he says he understands, but cannot help me if I am not providing a source of conflict/pain/discomfort to work with. This often leaves me extremely upset and frustrated, like I'm a lost cause or incapable of receiving help.

In recent sessions I've tried to be more freeform and less structured, and it does feel like it's helping. However, I do still have this fear that I'm approaching things completely wrong, like it's impossible for anyone to help me if I'm not even sure what I need help for. This lack of self-awareness is nauseating and I don't know how to fix it.

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Therapy isn't a performance or competition. It's not a place to get judged or judge yourself. It's not a test or exam that you have to prepare the right answers to pass. It's also not an exact science of rules to follow to the letter. Ideally, therapy is a safe space for you to explore freely and gradually raise self-awareness as you discover more about yourself.

Some aspects of the therapeutic process upset you and you stewed about them alone, perhaps because you are in the habit of keeping a tight leash on yourself and can't proceed unless you feel more in control of things. Many Js have a tendency to manage anxiety by imposing structure or control. In the real world, this tendency easily becomes a deeply ingrained habit because you regularly get rewarded for "having it together" or "being on top of things". However, in the therapy world, one of the main goals is to let feelings/emotions rise up and come out freely so that you can explore what they really mean. Therefore, the habit of being too controlled/controlling can work against you in therapy if it basically creates a dam that prevents the deeper parts of your psyche from flowing out.

This might be why approaching sessions in a less structured way is helpful, as you release yourself from the compulsion to control. It allows you to discover important things that you didn't realize needed to be explored. Instead of going off alone to stew about whatever upset you, why not express your feelings as they happen in real-time? Why ask me about it rather than the therapist? Whatever it is you need to happen or want to do, either allow it or communicate about it honestly. E.g. If you don't know what else to say and it starts to make you anxious, communicate your anxiety to the therapist. If the therapist asks questions that catch you off-guard or make you feel bad, then explore the negative feelings right then and there.

In my last response, I said: "If you are indeed INFJ, to get back on the right type development path requires you to confront and resolve the deeper emotional problems that have been festering." This means emotional intelligence is a key factor in your personal growth. It's important that you learn to welcome and embrace feelings/emotions as they come and process them as they exist in the present, rather than ruminating on them after the fact. This also ties in with the issue of integrity; it's hard to maintain integrity when you're not in touch with yourself and listening carefully to your emotional needs.

The habit of keeping feelings/emotions at bay or tightly under control is usually indicative of an underlying fear of them. As long as you fear looking within (or keep trying to obscure what's really happening because you don't like what you see/feel), therapy is going to seem slowgoing. Perhaps you think therapy should be revealing certain truths to you, but, actually, you should be the one revealing the truths. The therapist is only there to reflect your truths back to you with greater clarity. While the therapist has a genuine desire to help, it is an important part of their training to never work harder than the client. They only work with what you give them, so, if it seems as though there's not much happening, it's because you haven't revealed enough of yourself.

This brings us to the most important point of what's really stopping you from revealing yourself. You seem to have an issue with being self-critical. Self-critical people can't stand to look at themselves and they assume others will judge them similarly, which leads to feeling anxious or unsafe in social situations. Many people cope by getting into the habit of hiding all the aspects of themselves that are deemed "ugly" or "undesirable", which often includes all the negative feelings and emotions they don't want to experience. In the end, all that is visible is the mask they've chosen.

Until you can approach yourself with more kindness and compassion, the safety of hiding or obscuring the truth of yourself will always be too tempting. Perhaps self-compassion and self-expression are issues you can work on in therapy. Allow yourself to be human and "imperfect" and drop the facade of control, and then you might find that you have a lot more material to work with.

#infj #auxiliary fe #ti loop #emotional intelligence #social anxiety #self compassion #self esteem #self worth #control #perfectionism #therapy #psychology #ask

[rainbowsky]

Healthy Boundaries

I just want to remind everyone that my Anon inbox is for friends. It is not a place where people can come and send me anonymous critiques, takedowns and personal attacks.

Almost everybody who sends hateful/hurtful messages tries to frame it as though they are doing so in good faith, because they have something deeply important they feel needs to be said. They think their views are so serious that such urgency bypasses any need to consider the humanity of the person they are addressing.

This ends here.

I feel like I have been really tolerant of and open to pissy messages from people in the past, and have even taken the time to respond to some in detail. I'm always open to discussing challenging topics with other people, even people who feel like I'm a horrible person.

However, from now on, any Anon turtle who does not come to my inbox in the spirit of friendship and kindness will be blocked.

If you want to talk to me in anything other than a loving tone, if you want to have some kind of a deep challenging debate or discussion with me, you're going to have to do it off Anon, and have a conversation with me on a level playing field where we are face to face. My private messages are always open, and if you've been following my blog for any amount of time you know that I am a patient person.

If you're not willing to look me in the eye and talk to me about whatever you have to say, then maybe you need to look inside yourself and ask yourself if what you're saying really is so important, if it really is in the spirit of good faith, compassion and openness, or if maybe it's just taking out your own personal baggage on another human being who you know nothing about. Maybe what you should be doing, rather than hammering out some aggrieved screed in my inbox, is simply blocking and ignoring me.

I opened my inbox to anonymous messages so that people who are shy about asking questions can feel safe to do so, not so that people can give me their drive-by critiques of my psychology, my motivations and my character.

I am always saying this, and I believe it to the core of my being: everything that we say, do and think can only ever be a reflection of ourselves. It can never be a reflection of anyone else. Particularly people we do not know personally. Whatever you think you are saying about me, it is a reflection of you, not me. That's all it can ever be.

However, that does not mean that the things we say, do and think can't be hurtful to others - even those who are fully aware that what they are hearing is not a reflection of them, but rather of the person speaking.

We should always think twice about how we treat people on an interpersonal level. We never know what burden we are placing upon them with our actions and words, or what burdens they already carry.

Just in case anyone's forgotten, I am a human being.

EDIT: More on this here.

#ffs #personal #love letters from anons #ask

[sheikahwarriork]

What would be your favorite dimileth dynamic??? (both in hopes and houses if possible)

ALL OF THEM 😃

okay i'll try to be serious for once lmao.

first, acadimileth has a special spot in my heart. i know some people dont like the teacherxstudent thing, but i think with dimileth works perfectly without too many moral issues: 1) dimitri and byleth are close in age, 2) it's not our modern world, but a fantasy/medieval ages-like, 3) him being a FUCKING PRINCE outclasses her being a teacher, in the "omg she has power over him" argument speaking. also, they dont do anything while dimitri is still a student, the in-game romance happens after 5 years of byleth sleeping, plus 1 year of war where byleth is not a teacher anymore.

so, acadimileth is one of my fav dimileth type. i love when dimitri is shy thinking about his professor and his inner turmoils, and i love that byleth slowly learns how to have friends, how to feel emotions, and how to understand that the funny feeling she feels in her heart everytime she thinks about dimitri is something more than "simple friendship" eueue :D also hot bc forbidden.

also for three houses, i like dimileth with feralmitri after the time-skip. i may be ace, but feralmitri makes me feel Things 👀 ahem anyway. the angst, the hurt/comfort, feralmitri making feral sex with his professor, it's just *chef kiss*

i also enjoy a good CF!dimileth lovers to enemies (to lovers), but i need my happy ending or i'll get sad t.t

as for three hopes, i love enemies to lovers, and reincarnation au!!!!! best if there's both! dimitri fights the ashen demon on the battlefield, but he's so mesmerized by her he almost gets killed, but then the ashen demon stops her sword, they look at each other... EUEUEUE yes i love hopes!dimileth a lot too. i wish the game had more dimileth itself but OH WELL thank sothis there are fanfiction.

i also enjoy a lot modern au. my fav type is work collegues, i dont even know why, i dont work in a office xD maybe bc this thrope can bring that bit of "forbidden" acadimileth has?

in general, i love mutual pining, especially dimitri pining for his professor, while byleth is not fully aware of her feelings and can even get jealous! i love soulmates au bc i'm a sucker for soulmates; in both canon and modern au. i love when dimitri gets feral for his beloved, and i love when byleth learns feelings thanks to dimitri.

so, yeah, i like almost every dimileth dynamic xD my only "turn-off" from a fic is a bad ending, and/or if dimileth is not endgame. i need them to be happy or i'll CRY for real cwc

oh, last note: i do enjoy established relationship and post-game fics, but i dont read them much often. i prefer the drama and THEN the happy ending with them getting together lmao

thank you so much for the ask anon!! if you have some fics to recommend, please go ahead! 💙💚

#dimileth #fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth eisner #few3h #anon ask #yuzu speaks

[luvsvtlady]

hii can i pls vent to u a sec? i absolutely hate it when writers get a certain request from a reader and write it completely disregarding the req. if u wanted to write that u could’ve just posted it, because the reader never asked for that and now they’re disappointed because the req wasn’t what they wanted to read at all. i saw a writer earlier with a dom seungkwan req and the writer wrote the answer completely different from the req, with switch seungkwan with sub!kwan tendencies. and although the reader requested no oral m receiving the entire fic was ONLY oral m receiving. not only that, but the plot part of the req or the build up was almost all the fic and the actual smut was a few lines at most 😭😭 even if the writer maybe can’t see seungkwan as a dom, rather decline the req and not write it than write him as a sub and disappoint the reader. they requested a fic from u and received smth they probably don’t want to read. if the req was for total hard dom why would u include sub tendencies. that too the sub tendencies took up 20% of the fic and multiple paragraphs, and the actual smut was only 2 paragraphs 😭, making the fic even less like the req as there isn’t any dom seungkwan in it anymore. bc half of it is sub kwan for some reason and the other is buildup. there is one paragraph of dom kwan. idk it just pissed me off so bad for some reason. don’t answer a req only to do the opposite and not follow it abd disappoint the reader. if u want to write sub kwan make a sub kwan fic or wait for a rew that actually asks for it. cuz now the reader sent in a req hopefully wanting to read smth they like, only for it ti be disappointing and wasted bc they’d never read it otherwise fuck

I totally get you babe! For a sec I thought that you've mistaken me with someone else bc I did write about dom!kwan and I've made it clear in my guidelines that I don't write sub!svt but my bad, I'm not mentally stable these days😭

But yeah! It's so freaking irritating to see writers don't write what the readers request, like why?!?!?!! If you don't want to write what they want you can literally just delete the request or tell them that you're uncomfortable writing it. But writing about something that is clearly not what the reader requested? That's just disappointing, even when I'm not posting anything this time (and I'm fully aware of it but pls bear with me) I would never write something that is unlike what the req says.

I feel you anon, really, I've felt like you and maybe even worse plenty of times where I saw people writing something not related to the req. but don't you worry my dear anon! When I open my request, make sure to send me something you want to read (and pls remind me of yourself💕) and I swear I will do it.

#seventeen #seventeen smut #anon.inbox #anon.thoughts

[anawrites3]

King Bruce having nightmares every single night after "giving up" his son - about horrible things his mind keeps telling him happen to him under Wilson's "care", about Dick calling him, begging and crying when he's being raped and abused by his new husband, about his head coming back to him in pretty box one day...

(How's he dealing with whole situation btw? Knowing Bruce he's grieving already...)

Before we'll get to the story I'd like to apologize for how long it took me to answer your ask, anon. I'm very very sorry and I feel so awful about it but life's been crazy lately and i barely had any time to write at all. I want you to know that the moment I got your ask I literally gasped and went to writing it right away, that's how much I loved your idea. But after I started it and outlined the story a bit, I went back to finish other stuff I was working on earlier, thinking "hey, I'll finish those quickly and then I'll get back to this to write it properly." Annddd of course that didn't happen as life went "lol, good joke" and then kicked me in the shin, throwing stuff on me, because it's a little shit like that.

Again, I'm very very sorry. Thank you for being patient with me while I sorted out my stuff - it's better now so you won't have to wait this long for answer again, I promise. And anon, I want you to know that I love and appreciate you and that I'm very thankful for your ask because your idea is great and writing it was a pleasure. Thank you. Feel free to send me another ask to yell at me for taking so long haha

And now - finally!! - the story;

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"N-no... no, please- please!"

Dick desperately tried to crawl away, as much as he could with all the injuries he already received. The blood continued to seep from his wounds, leaving a red trail behind him while he did what he could to get as far away as it was possible.

He didn't manage to get far.

A broken scream, as loud as his already damaged throat allowed, forced itself out from between Dick's lips as his hand was crushed under a heavy boot. The sound of crunching bones, breaking under the weight of it was sickeningly loud in his own ears.

"Where do you think you're going?" Slade Wilson asked calmly, almost as if they were talking about the weather over the dinner table. He put even more pressure down on Dick's shattered hand and Dick trashed, desperate to pull away. Slade didn't even budge. "We're not quite done yet, my prince."

"No please- please, no more!" Dick sobbed. He was no longer fully aware of the words that were spilling out of his mouth, he didn't care, he just wanted it to stop. He just wanted to get away, he wanted to go back home, to his brothers, to Bruce. "Please, stop it!"

"Hm, no, I don't think I will." Slade smiled like a wolf hungry for blood, but he finally took his foot of Dick's hand.

Dick immediately cradled it against his naked chest, instinctively trying to protect it from getting hurt any further but he knew it didn't matter much anyway. If Slade wanted to hurt that hand more, he would, regardless of what Dick did.

"But you can keep begging. Who knows, maybe I'll change my mind?"

Slade pressed his boot against Dick's shoulder to forcefully turn him onto his back and Dick just sobbed again.

"P-please! Anyone! H-help me, please, anyone!" he screamed.

Like every other time he tried this, no one answered. No one rushed to save him. But he had to keep trying, he couldn't give up his only chance. There was no way he would be able to win against Slade alone (he knows, he tried that already) but maybe some of Slade's knights - even one, just one of them would be enough - would take pity on him and help him get away.

"Shh. There's no need to yell, sweetheart, no one will come anyway." Slade hummed, crunching down by his side.

He caressed Dick's bruised cheek almost gently and wiped off his tears with a thumb before trailing his fingers higher, to burrow them into Dick's hair. They were wet and sticky with sweat and blood but Slade didn't seem to mind.

"Why would they?" he continued instead, arching Dick's neck to expose his throat more. "After all, you're spending a nice night with your husband right now. You wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us, hmm?"

"No no no-" Dick babbled. He tried to shake his head but Slade's fingers just tightened in his hair and he could just yelp at the painful tug.

Slade ignored him for the sake of pressing his lips against Dick’s neck. The kiss was gentle, with Slade's lips barely brushing against the skin and the deep bruises in the shape of fingers that bloomed there. Dick's breath heaved and he forced himself to keep breathing, to not choke on another sob that tried to escape him.

Even with the touch so gentle, it felt as if Slade's lips were burning him, painting his skin with their touch. Even when he pulled away a moment later, Dick still could feel them there, marking, branding him. New silent tears fell down his temples.

"Just look at you." Slade murmured. His hot breath caressed the sensitive skin of Dick’s throat, as he struggled to swallow. "Pretty little thing."

Slade’s teeth closed over the side of his neck and Dick screamed.

"Please, please! L-let me go!"

He managed to grab at Slade's nape and his nails dug into the skin there but it was as if the man didn't even feel it.

"Let you go?" Slade repeated with a mocking laugh. He pulled away to admire the mark he just left and fondly traced it with his thumb. "Now, that wouldn't be fun at all. Apart from that, where would you even go? Defiance is your home now, little prince. No no, I'd rather have you here with me."

When Slade jerked him higher, manhandling him any way he liked, Dick couldn't do anything but let it happen. He was forced into a not-quite-sitting but not-quite-lying position and his hand slipped on the wet floor a few times when he tried to support his weight and not strain his muscles any further. Slade hummed softly, satisfied.

Their lips crashed together in a bruising kiss Dick had no way of escaping. It was hungry, savage almost, with Slade taking everything he wanted from him and showing in yet another way how little power Dick held now. The meat he got to eat earlier that night, the wine Slade could still taste on his tongue, Dick got them only because Slade agreed to it. As the king's consort he was stripped of any privileges he had as Gotham's crown prince. Now he wasn't anything more than just a pretty thing perched on Slade's arm.

Slade's teeth tore into Dick's lower lip and he didn't even have the time to whine before blood flooded his mouth. Slade tilted his head to be more comfortable and licked between his lips to taste him better, not caring for the way Dick choked a little.

Dick wondered if spitting the blood on him would be worth it.

"I hate you, I hate you-"

"I don't care, boy." Slade laughed, pulling away. His teeth were red from Dick's blood. "Hate me all you want, wish me death, try to take my life. I'll win either way. You'll just make it more interesting for me."

He pushed Dick back almost carelessly and the young consort fell down, his back hitting the floor painfully with a thud. For a moment, Slade just looked at him - taking in the bare skin, every bruise and cut he made that night, admiring the work of his hands, teeth and knives. Hm. Perhaps he will use a whip next time.

In that time, Dick managed to get a few meters away but it really didn't matter much. Slade crossed the distance in a few lazy steps before he drapped himself over Dick, settling on his hips to hold him down again.

"And now," Slade purred out, leaning over him. He placed his hands on either side of Dick's head and Dick no longer could see anything else, not even the ceiling of the room. Only Slade, always only Slade. "we're getting to the fun part."

"N-no, please..." Dick sobbed again. He squeezed his eyes shut so he didn't have to look at how pleased Slade looked. At Slade's lips, stretched in a smirk still red with his blood, at that cold eye full of sick cruelty. "B-Bruce! Bruce, please please, help me!"

"Calling your daddy now?" Slade laughed. "He won't save you either, boy."

"N-no, he will!" Dick argued, almost hysterically. "He'll help me, he won't let you-!"

"Oh, but you're forgetting about one little thing." Slade drawled, as his fingers closed over Dick's chin hard enough to bruise, to force him to look in that cold eye. Slade waited for him to open his eyes before continuing, "I own you now, little prince. Your father was the one to sell you out. And now you belong to me..."

"Dick!"

Bruce woke up with a gasp, sitting up so abruptly that he almost fell off the bed. It took him a moment to realize that he was the one screaming and then a few more to fight off nausea. Oh Gods. Oh Gods, it was a dream, just a dream... was it really only a dream?

"Your Majesty?"

Bruce looked up. The doors to his chambers were wide open, knights guarding them were inside and looking over the whole room and its balcony, while the kerosene lamp illuminated them all.

"Your Majesty, are you alright? We heard you scream."

Bruce could just nod in answer. His hands were shaking so much that even clenching them into fists didn't stop the trembling.

He stood up from the bed quickly and stumbled across the chambers to get to the doors. His knights - who already made sure that their king wasn't in any danger and that no one broke into his chambers - observed him with concern. Bruce didn't pay them the slightest of his attention. He needed... he needed to-

"No, please- please!"

He felt as if he was drunk, stumbling and bumping into everything on his way but he didn't care. The bruise on his hip from hitting into a wall will heal. The knights he pushed out of his way will be okay. He didn't give a shit about any of it.

"Something's wrong. Quickly, go get sir Alfred!"

"And what about lord Kent?"

"There's no time, go already!"

Bruce stopped before Jason's chambers, swaying on his feet. He wanted to vomit, he wanted to yell, cry, slam his fists into the stone wall until his hands were broken but he needed to know that Jason was safe first. It was his fault, all his fault that Dick had to leave and marry that monster. He already lost one child, sold him out, he couldn't bear to lose another one.

"Get out of my way." He ordered the knights guarding his son's room. They eyed him, concerned for his almost delirious state and didn't step aside to let him pass. "I said, move!"

He pushed them away, reaching for the handle. His elbow throbbed from the force with which he hit the knight to move him away but he didn't care, he didn't give a shit right now, the knight had an armor on, Bruce is paying him anyway-

Empty.

Jason's bed was empty.

Bruce rushed deeper inside the chamber. The bed, the bed was empty, as well as the armchair Jason liked to read in, the sofas, the balcony, the ensuite bathroom, it was empty, it was all empty, he wasn't here-

"Where's my son?!" Bruce yelled. The walls seemed to shake from the volume of his voice, or maybe it was because of his rage, of his despair?

Knights didn't answer him fast enough and so he ran out of the chambers and down the hall. His legs didn't want to work properly, he was shaking so much that he wasn't entirely sure which way was forward. He didn't even notice when tears began to blur everything around and oh, maybe that's why he was choking.

"Jason!" he screamed, completely hysterical. He moved around the knights that tried to stop him. "Jason!!"

Someone grabbed him from behind and Bruce didn't think before whirling around and punching them straight in the face. He won't let anyone stop him, he has to find Jason, make sure he is safe.

"Master Bruce, stop right now!" Bruce recognized Alfred's voice but he didn't listen.

He just kept running, opening random doors and yelling for his son. Because Jason had to be there, somewhere, he didn't just disappear. There were so many people in the castle, the knights, servants and maids that were still finishing their duties or simply making sure that the fire in their chambers was still burning. Someone would see if Jason left, or if-

If someone took him away.

Bruce's legs buckled under him and he distantly felt the dull pain in his knees where they hit the floor. Everything, everyone around him seemed to stop as well, now that he wasn't running around anymore and they didn't have to chase him.

"Master Bruce." Alfred breathed out softly, kneeling down beside him. His arms wrapped around Bruce and he let himself be held for a moment, just crying quietly.

"Alfred..." he sobbed. There were people around them but he didn't care if they saw him break down. He was paying them to keep quiet of the things that happened in his home. He can always throw them in a cell too. "Alfred, Jason's gone, I can't find him anywhere. I failed Dick, I sold him out to that monster and now... now Jason too is-"

"Bruce! Bruce, what happened?!"

Bruce looked up just in time to see Jason push through the knights surrounding them. His hair was tousled as if he just woke up but he was still wearing his daily clothing and not sleepwear.

Jason basically ran to him, face twisted with worry. He let Bruce embrace him, despite being a maturing teenager and those never wanted to hug their fathers (except for Dick, Dick loved hugs, he loved all the contact he could get-) and buried his face in Bruce's collarbone.

"Jason, oh Gods, Jason-" Bruce babbled, hiding his face in his son's curly hair.

He couldn't get rid of the image from the nightmare from his head, he could still vividly see Wilson's smirking face, dirty with Dick's blood and so full of sadistic pleasure.

Bruce, please please, help me!

"I'm here, dad." Jason said, his voice quiet but firm and Bruce could breathe again, however shaky his breath was. "'m here and I'm alright. Everything's alright."

No, it's not, Bruce wanted to scream but couldn't push the words past his lips, Dick is still with that awful man, helpless and so far away from home.

Alfred rubbed his warm hand between Bruce's shoulder blades and Bruce trembled, holding Jason even tighter. It had to be at least a little bit uncomfortable but Jason didn't say a word about it.

"Let's get you both to bed now." Alfred suggested in a warm voice. "It's the middle of the night and a lot has happened in this short time. I bet you are quite tired, my king."

Bruce let them help him to his feet and led back to his chambers but he still didn't let go of Jason. For once, Jason wasn't opposed to it at all, keeping close and making sure that they were pressed together so Bruce could feel him and know he was there. And Bruce wanted to start crying again because the action was so Dick that it physically hurt his chest. The way Dick always cared for them all and how he always made sure that they got enough of hugs and human contact, how he teached their siblings about how important it was to get at least one hug a day.

So lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice when they entered his chambers and the doors closed behind them, separating him, Jason and Alfred from the rest of the castle. Jason sat down on the bed's edge with him and he rested his head on his son's shoulder. Suddenly, he felt so damn drained.

"Jason?"

"I'm still here." Jason immediately answered, squeezing his hand.

Bruce breathed out slowly, "I'm... I'm sorry for- for this. I didn't want to worry you."

Alfred didn't argue that it wasn't his fault, no matter how much he wanted to. They all knew that Bruce wouldn't agree with him and they'd just start arguing about silly things, while there were more important matters at hand, such as making sure that Bruce was well.

"It's alright." he said instead, handing the man a glass of water.

Bruce took it gratefully, finally feeling how sore his throat was from all the screaming and crying. He felt much better just after a few sips.

"What happened?" Jason prompted after a few minutes of silence. When Alfred didn't scold him for it, he continued. "I heard you screaming and came as fast as I could but..."

"I behaved like a child." Bruce sighed. The glass shook slightly in his grip. "I... I had a nightmare and- wanted to, no, I needed to know that you're safe and uninjured, Jaylad. When I went into your chambers and saw that you weren't there... I'm sorry. You shouldn't see me in a state like that. I shouldn't let all of the stuff see me like that."

"Oh come on, Bruce, it's not your fault!" Jason scoffed, pressing even closer to him. "Even if you're a king you're still only a human, just like we all are. That had to be one hell of a nightmare to scare you like this."

Alfred frowned at the words and he parted his lips to scold Jason for cursing but before he could, Bruce nodded, "Yeah... it was."

"...What was it about?"

"Master Jason!"

"What?! I'm just curious!"

Bruce shook his head but a small smile finally tugged at his lips.

"Not important right now." he breathed. It really wasn't. It was... it was just a dream. None of this was real. "I'd rather know what you were up to that late in the night, Jay."

A blush climbed onto Jason's cheeks and he turned away, as if that would make Bruce unable to see the way the tips of his ears turned red as well.

"I went to read in the library." came the shy, mumbled answer. "And then fell asleep there, in the window nook."

Alfred murmured something about reading in the lamp's light and bad eyesight. Bruce didn't really understand much of it because he was too busy laughing. He actually felt a little bit sick from it again but he couldn't help himself. The library. Of course.

"How did I not think of that?" he chuckled. "Of course you were in the library, Jaylad. Did you find anything interesting?"

Jason shrugged but he was nodding at the same time. "I did, actually. Why else would I stay up?"

"We both know that it's not a real issue for you, Master Jason." Alfred sighed. "You could always be reading one of your favorite titles again."

"Maybe but not this time, Alfie! Bruce got us new books from Defiance writers and I was looking through them all evening."

Bruce's smile faded a bit at the mention of Wilson's country but he quickly pushed the thoughts about him away. There was nothing he could do about it now anyway.

"Anything interesting?" he asked and Jason perked up, as he always did when he got to talk about his books.

"Yeah, the one I'm reading right now is actually pretty cool! The story takes place several centuries ago so I get to know about Defiance's history and its customs and- um. Maybe it's a little late to tell you all about it." he cleared his throat, scratching at the back of his head in a nervous habit both Bruce and Alfred tried to teach him out of. It only made his bed hair even more messy.

"That's alright." Bruce hummed, placing a kiss on his son's forehead. "How about you tell me all about it in the morning instead?"

Jason didn't beam at his words - not like Dick would - but it was a close thing. He pulled Bruce into one last hug before standing up. "Alright. That sounds good. I'm... I'll be in my room this time, if you need me."

Bruce smiled fondly.

"Thank you, Jaylad. But hopefully I won't and we'll get to sleep through the rest of the night without any further troubles."

Jason bid both him and Alfred goodnights with a smile before walking out of the chamber. Bruce waited a few more moments, to make sure he was far enough, before he turned to face Alfred properly. Alfred was already standing by his side, waiting.

"We are leaving for Defiance first thing after the breakfast." he ordered, not even a trace of his smile left. "Please make sure that everything will be ready by then."

"Very well, Your Majesty. Shall I inform lord Kent about the journey?"

Bruce shook his head, eyes hardening. "No. I don't need Clark's help to kill that bastard if I see even a scratch on my son."

Masterlist of the au

#thank you so much for waiting ahhhh #hope you'll like this one as well #fun fact #at first the story was supposed to be the nightmare and then Bruce actually going to defiance in the middle of the night #but then i thought this one will be more fun #poor bruce #sladick #sladick royal au #my writing #and remember when i said that another part won't be that long? #yeah #this one has 3.3K words instead #noooo it's not long at all #oohhhh and i just realized that i should be using ''guards'' instead of ''knights'' #hmm

[thesherrinfordfacility]

how in the world do you do it? i sent that ask yesterday and i'm still making my way through your masterpost kind of reeling- almost every moment i paused the show (s2 especially) and thought, that's weird, but couldn't put my finger on why, you've talked about, and expanded on, and it's all so well put. you're slowly curing the countless little ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ bouncing around in my head. it's so satisfying, too, to see all those asks with LWA disagreeing with popular fanon. i'd been thinking it was only me.

i'm curious about your interpretation of the bullet catch, specifically aziraphale's motives. i scrolled through a few of your tags and didn't find much about it, but i might have missed something.

i've seen people say it was retaliation for the holy water request (ooc?), or some deliberate test of crowley's willingness to go through with it (and so go through with their relationship, in spite of the danger, or something). then, of course, there's the generally accepted afaik "elaborate trust fall, general aziraphalean ridiculousness" version, but convincing somebody to nearly shoot you seems like a lot (understatement), even then.

it comes across to me as a bit cruel, if that makes sense. this isn't reliant on crowley not wanting to shoot him, or just doing well under pressure. if he's never even shot a gun before, this is almost entirely luck, and i don't buy that the only thing at stake is paperwork, however much they repeat it to themselves. crowley's hands wouldn't have been shaking so badly. if he messes up, he's gonna hurt aziraphale, or have to watch his human body die. it's so fucked.

maybe it could be said that, without their miracles working, they knew they were being watched, and had to continue, but i don't buy that either. aziraphale didn't act like he felt threatened afterwards until furfur showed up- was doing the complete opposite.

that's all i've got for now, but yeah. this blog is awesome and i'm so here for your sideburn theories. have a nice day pls

oh anon✨ you're so sweet!!! i really dk about all that, i just like chatting shit and trying to spot patterns/contradictory stuff/things that don't make sense beyond the script (if that makes sense), so whilst you all might not get Smart out of me you will at least get Passionate🤌

(also YES for LWA appreciation, they deserve it 💕 - still dont know why they do it but im just happy to be involved)

ooooh okay bullet catch. couple of thoughts from me:

aziraphale was happy to go on stage and try to ameliorate the situation between crowley and mrs h (my beloved), but reticent to scope out any Showy-Offy tricks from goldstones shop

crowley hyped aziraphale up enough to go into the shop and find a new trick to perform; hes the angel who fooled nefertiti and is performing on the West End Stage, after all!!!

aziraphale is taken in by the bullet catch trick upon seeing it, but was previously happy to consider another trick. he also, presumably, wasnt aware of the element of trusting a stooge until it was told to him

aziraphale persuades crowley to perform it, even when crowley is obviously uncomfortable, and crowley isn't truthful with him re: firearms experience

crowley agreed, providing that they make use of their miracles if it goes tits up

aziraphale doesnt inform crowley on any of the plan; crowley is notably caught unawares when called out in the audience

miracles don't work, neither of them stop the performance. crowley once again still very uncomfortable, literally shaking on stage, and yet seems to calm at aziraphale ploughing on ahead.

so okay, yeah, ive basically just recited the scene - but a few conclusions:

aziraphale doesn't want to let crowley down or embarrass him by backing out of the act, or indeed by messing it up

i think there's probably some element of aziraphale doing it for himself (self-esteem), but in a way that, post-Realisation, he is showing off a bit... it strikes me that crowley wasn't fully cognizant of this little hobby of his, and aziraphale is taking a moment to do something that (bless him, he thinks) he's good at, and wow crowley as a result

i don't think the holy water request came into his motivations at all, for the same reasons you said. however, it is an appropriate mirror to the holy water request narratively; i think it will come back up in s3, and i think the bullet catch will at least emotionally inform aziraphale on whether to give crowley the water or not

as for crowley's motivations in going along with it; i think to some extent he's paying back the favour, but mainly that it's truly just to make aziraphale happy. a step beyond that; to him, aziraphale is in need of something, and that is something aziraphale is only trusting crowley to deliver. crowley of course assumes miracles will be their safety net, so agrees to be aziraphale's knight in shining armour (*cough* playing hero)

when the miracles fail, aziraphale still has trust in crowley to do it properly. crowley however is left to trust in aziraphale's trust in kind. he still wants to do this for him, but the stakes are a bit higher in that he could shoot his best friend (?) in the face and not see him again on earth for any number of years (imo, it's never, ever been about the paperwork). but aziraphale isn't backing down; is crowley about to disappoint him? of course not.

tl;dr: they're both arseholes for their respective lacks of transparency with each other, deliberately put themselves in harm's way, and it was by sheer luck that they pulled it off. but it is a huge seismic shift in how they see each other, and i don't think we've been shown/suggested the full implications of the whole thing just yet.

thank you so much for your kind words, they honestly make my day!!! hope you have a lovely day too!!!✨💕

#good omens #ask #s2 meta #aziraphale meta #crowley meta #flashback meta #1941 spec

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

hey all, first off, please know that although i didn't post your asks, i'm not ignoring you, your thoughts or your concerns. i hear you, i just have like.. 80 messages that are essentially the same thing, asking if it's real, questioning the validity, the motive, etc. and i'm just finally at home going through my messages. there's a few things i want to share in the spirit of transparency, and the fact that in the absence of clear facts, we all need to think critically. hopefully this answers some of you guys' questions in the process.

first, various people have messaged me the same screenshot of a patreon page purported to be frances' showing explicit, but blurred photos - no faces are shown and no identifying features. every screenshot is the same, which to me is indicative of a singular screenshot being reposted by multiple people, not multiple people seeing the same thing and taking a photo themselves. i also have not seen multiple ''different'' screenshots of frances' alleged tumblr posts; they all appear to be the same source photos. it would be very strange that the only existing photo of the leak is the preview page, where images would be blurred unless you subscribe to her patreon. it's been hours since this ''story'' broke, by now i would think there would be additional images leaked. there almost certainly would have been a period of time, no matter how brief, where someone would have either already been subscribed, or saw france's alleged tumblr posts and then subscribed, seen the actual patreon page, and took a screenshot. there is someone who i chat with on here (off anon) who i trust, that has also shared some things with me that i feel cast doubt on the origins of this story. because multiple people are involved here, i'm awaiting consent to share those details with any identifying details redacted. there's only one person who has messaged me alleged information about what was seen on the patreon page (meaning what frances wrote in her patreon posts), but had no proof of this part. allegedly this took place at around 2am est and i did not receive any messages nor did anyone post about it on twitter until around 4am est. so that would mean approximately 2 hours elapsed without anyone posting about it that i am aware of. the user who messaged me did so from an account that had few posts, and they were all from today, which to me signifies the account was created for the purpose of sharing this information. and we now know the news made it to frances herself, who has denied it vehemently. despite some of the criticisms towards her, i fully believe that going this far and doing something of this nature would be completely out of character. all of these things, to me, are casting a large shadow of doubt on the validity of this story. in the absence of undeniable proof, i urge everyone to pause before jumping to conclusions.

additionally, i know many of you are concerned about rosa, someone we know to cause issues in the fandom and exhibit bizarre behavior, and seeing as she is the only twitter user who blasted this story out to everyone.. i get it. but there's also a very good chance that her involvement is a false flag, seeing that she so frequently just reposts things other people have said. my advice is to report her account, which i have done myself. i will say that right now, to me, this feels like a set-up. i have my own suspicions about the motivation in doing this, but i don't think right now is the time to speculate outside of saying that i think there's a high likelihood that there is someone watching our spaces, wanting us to lash out, spread this defamatory image, attack frances and run wild with the narrative that she has leaked nude photos of evan. personally, i am not risking making myself a pawn in someone's fucked up game and i advise anyone who follows me to refrain from engaging in any judgement calls and assumptions. i will be the first to say i don't know anything with certainty; i'm just sharing what to me seems most likely, until someone can provide substantial evidence to the contrary.

personally, this situation has been upsetting to me and i know it has been for many of you as well. real or not, evan's name being dragged into something so despicable and violating is not okay. there's no scenario where doing something like this is okay.