#but it makes me wonder how much of his early expression of being afraid to be found out and subsequent want to keep his head down

[cambion-companion]

Hii!!! How are you? I want to say first that I love your blog and work, you are wonderful and very talented writer, I really enjoy reading you so much.

I was wondering if for the random writing prompts you could write somethin using the prompts 12.“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” and 26.“Let me do this, please.” about Aemond being in love with the reader since childhood but he's afraid of telling her because his insecurities about his scar. And one day his eye hurts a lot and she want to help him but he try to push her away because...Aemond being Aemond, but at the end he gives up and let her help him and in that moment he tell her how he feels.

Of curse I think you could make this more complex and fluffy and romantic with a hapoy ending, that was just de idea, and sorry if it's too specific.

Sorry for my english too, it's not my maternal lenguage

Hi my loves! Yes I love the idea of Aemond being close friends since childhood with unspoken feelings for each other. Aemond doesn't think reader can find him attractive and the reader mistakes his coolness for indifference.

Aemond x handmaid!reader | fluff | comfort

"Did I do something to offend him?"

"No, Y/N, I don't think it's anything like that." Helaena stroked your arm comfortingly as you finished pinning her hair back in place.

You looked at each other in the mirror of her vanity, your expression worried as you wrung your hands together. "Then why has he become so cold towards me?"

"Aemond is..." Helaena hesitated, turning on her stool to face you. "He is complicated. He doesn't know what to do with strong emotions." She shrugged helplessly at you as you tried to process her words.

"I-" Your thoughts were interrupted as the chamber door swung open on oiled hinges.

The entering servant bowed low to the princess. "The Queen regent requests your presence, your highness."

Helaena rose, straightening her skirts. "Thank you, Tomas." She glanced at you once more, trying to convey some indecipherable message in her lilac eyes, before departing from the room.

You curtsied after her, brow still furrowed in confusion. What had she meant, 'strong emotions'? Aemond had been your friend since childhood, he'd never treated you with the indifference of the past few weeks.

You sighed. "Boys." They said women were hard to understand.

Finishing your duties early, you decided to take some respite in the library. Climbing the stone steps of the Red Keep you were excited to have some alone time in the book-filled room. The library was not abandoned, as you had suspected it would be, it seemed someone else had sought shelter there.

"Aemond." You said, surprised to see him sitting at a dusty table pouring over a hefty tome of history.

He looked around at you, his silver hair slipping over his shoulder. His lilac eye glanced you over cursorily before he returned his attention to his book. "Y/N."

"Seriously, what did the servants put in your food?" You put your hands atop your hips indignantly.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I'm not giving it. Not until you tell me why you've been treating me so terribly." You were close to tears, wiping the droplets of moisture off your cheeks angrily. "Have I done something to offend you, that you would scorn me so?"

"Y/N, no." Aemond stood, crossing the room to stand before you, his eye wide with alarm as he saw your tear-filled eyes. "I..." He sighed. "I apologize, I haven't been fair to you."

You folded your arms across your chest, hugging yourself, waiting for him to continue.

"I've been under much stress lately and..." Aemond trailed off, suddenly unable to make eye contact with you. "I've been thinking-ah!" He gave a snarl of pain, clapping his hand to his scar and bowing forward.

"Aemond!" Your tears forgotten you hurried forward, pressing your palms against his chest and shoulder to keep him upright. "Should I fetch the maester?"

"No." His other eye was screwed tight shut. "Just, help me to my rooms."

Half-supporting the prince, you shambled out of the library and down the halls. Aemond was heavy, his arm slung over your shoulders, and you stumbled a few times as new waves of pain crashed through him.

"What is it?" You asked, heaving the door to his room open and helping him sink into the cushions of the sofa. "How can I help?"

"I'm fine." Aemond said through gritted teeth, his watering eye finding yours. "You may leave."

You didn't budge, the muscles in the left side of his face were twitching alarmingly. You reached out to help ease his eyepatch off, but Aemond caught your wrist in an iron grip. "No." He breathed, whether in anger or fear you couldn't tell.

"Aemond." Your voice was soft, your fingers still outstretched towards his cheek. "You don't have to pretend to be fine. If you need me to stay, I will."

He held you for a moment, his eye searching your face.

"Let me do this." You coaxed gently.

At last, he released your wrist, giving you a terse nod, wincing as he did so. You slowly hooked your fingers beneath the band of his eyepatch and slid the leather off his face. It was the first time you'd seen him without it, you tried to keep your face neutral as you took him in, keenly aware of his own probing gaze.

"Well?" Aemond hissed, flinching again from a shock of pain. "Are you disgusted? Will you run back to your rooms in fear?"

There was nothing in the eye socket staring back at you, just empty blackness framed by scarred skin and tissue that once served as eyelids. The vertical scar running along his face was puckered and still looked ghastly despite the efforts of the finest maesters to heal it.

"Don't be an idiot." You scolded, soothing your words with a soft smile as you tore your gaze away from the haunting image. "We've been friends for how long?"

"Warm water helps." Aemond gestured to the wash basin.

You filled a kettle and placed it to warm over the fire for a few minutes, glancing back to make sure his condition hadn't worsened. "How often does this happen to you?"

Aemond was silent a moment. "Not often, but when it does I am frustratingly hindered." He sat very still as you approached with the warm washcloth.

You didn't have to, but you swept his hair back out of the way of any dripping water, relishing the feeling of it slipping through your fingers. "Will I hurt you?" You raised the cloth to his face hesitantly.

"Never." Aemond held your gaze with an intensity that sent heat flooding your cheeks.

You pressed the warm rag to his cheek as gently as you could, wincing as he hissed with pain. "No, keep it there." Aemond instructed, pressing his fingers to the back of your hand, his face slowly beginning to relax.

You returned the washcloth to its basin, wiping any remaining droplets of moisture from Aemond's face with your thumb. He reached up, tracing the skin of your hand softly, his gaze on your face was curious. You gave him a small smile, the breath catching in your throat as he tangled his fingers with yours and lowered them to the cushions.

"I thought you despised me." You whispered, your voice almost inaudible over the crackling fireplace.

"Here I thought you thought me abhorrent." Aemond shook his silver head, looking pensively at where your hands were interlocked. "Y/N..." His eye flickered back to your face. "I'm in love with you, and I'm terrified."

It was a good thing you weren't standing.

"You...I'm sorry I think my hearing is damaged." You shook your head as if to clear debris from your ears.

"That is unfortunate." Aemond leaned into your space, his gaze dropping to your parted lips. "How about I show you then?"

A soft noise escaped you as his lips met yours, Aemond's hand finding the nape of your neck, dragging you closer until you were practically sitting in his lap. The firelight danced across the contours of his angular face as he pulled away enough to measure your expression with his hooded eye. He seemed to like what he saw. "You are a rare and marvelous creature, Y/N. I was certain you would see in me a monster."

"I could never fear you, Aemond." You shook your head, his thumb pressing against your lower lip. "You have a fierce kind of beauty unmatched in this world."

"Now you're flattering me."

You licked your lips, his eye dilating as it followed the movement.

"I didn't say to stop." He grinned, swooping down to claim your lips once more.

"You're an excellent kisser, oh wondrous dragon of silver samite." You intoned melodramatically, breaking away from his seeking lips with a giggle. "The bards will forever sing praises to your prowess and perfect hair."

Aemond's laughter mingled with your own as he lunged for you, pressing you back into the cushions with his body weight and tickling your sides with dexterous fingers. You squirmed under him, breathlessly shrieking and trying to evade his devilish touches. You couldn't breathe, made worse when he ducked into your neck, sucking and nibbling against your sensitive skin. You arched into him while simultaneously trying to escape him. "Aemond, please! Ah!"

He halted his tickling, hovering over you, his hair pooling on your chest and throat. "My name will be the only one to spill from your lips henceforth." He kissed you languidly, his chest pressing flush with your own. "Make no mistake, I will make you mine before the year is old."

With that promise sending fire to your core, he helped you upright, smoothing his hair while you ran your shaking hands along your rumpled skirts. You leaned into him, unable to get enough of his smokey scent, kissing his sharp jawline tenderly. "That's a promise I will hold you to, my prince."

#aemond fluff #aemond fic #aemond x you #aemond x reader #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond #hotd aemond x reader #aemond one eye x reader #prince aemond x reader #aemond imagine #aemond drabble #aemond oneshot #aemond one eye #aemond hotd #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen scenarios #aemond stannies #pro aemond targaryen #aemond the kinslayer #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #house of the dragon aemond #hotd aemond #sfw

[sophiaforevs]

Between the early cancellation of Discovery, Seven/Raffi and Mariner/Jenn being erased in their respective shows, and SNW having queer coded characters but not confirming anything on screen, I'm really afraid that we're entering another "No Gays in Trek" era.

For those who don't know, 90s era star trek featured so few queer characters b/c Rick Berman largely held a policy of not wanting any homosexuality in his shows. And yes, we all remember the handful of episodes that slipped through that addressed it but the fact remains that there were no canonically queer main cast members before Into Darkness in 2016 gave us a five second shot that could be cut when whoever was showing the movie found the idea of two men in a loving relationship disgusting.

Then we got Discovery with multiple queer characters that allowed people to feel seen. And people never stopped bitching about them. The amount of times that I've had to listen to people complain that Adira's only character trait is that they're non-binary despite that literally being a single thirty second scene and never brought up again makes me understand that they very likely don't want to like the queer characters in that show. And it's not that there aren't criticisms to be made about the queer representation in Disco: Discovery Buries it's Gays before the end of the first season. Making your trans characters aliens who already have a history of gender fuckery is problematic b/c it somewhat plays into the idea that queerness is unnatural for human beings. But I never hear those complaints. Only the pronouns. Only the "We get it you're gay but don't shove it down our throats." But I don't want to get too off topic.

Now Discovery is being canceled early. And by early I mean, the writers weren't given proper notice that their show was ending. They were halfway through production and allowed to adjust the end episodes of the season to try to give a satisfying ending.

In Picard and Lower Decks, we got two sapphic relationships ("sapphic" meaning a romantic or sexual relationship between two women who aren't necessarily strictly lesbians) and they were pretty good. People had been asking for Seven to be queer and Jeri Ryan had been playing her as such since her introduction (see again: Rick Berman) and to see her finally get to express that was really healing. Mariner got off to rocky feet when the creators tried to pull a "Dumbledore is gay" where they said she was bi but didn't commit to it, but they she actually got a fairly satisfying relationship in season 3.

But in their most recent seasons, both were completely written out. Seven/Raffi gave us no explanation beyond that they "broke up." They went out of their way to keep them from being on screen together for most of the season. Mattis said in a Reddit AMA that he wanted Seven to be captain and Raffi to be first officer at the end of the season and that Starfleet would have regulations against relationships between the two despite the biggest reason Seven was promoted to captain was that she was a rule breaker. We didn't even get that much for Mariner/Jennifer. Jenn just wasn't in this season except for two background appearances.

And in Strange New Worlds there's just… nothing. SNW is the most recent new show and there's no queer representation. They code Ortegas as gay but don't actually confirm it on screen. There's just… nothing.

And this is how you loose the culture war. The bigots make enough noise that the show that is supposed to be a beacon of diversity doesn't necessarily side with them but they just kinda bow out of the conversation. They decide that it's easier to not bother than to take a stand. And so I and many many queer star trek fans are left wondering:

Does the franchise even want us any more?

#Star Trek #Prick Berman #No Gays In Trek #Disillusionment Trek

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could write some fluff for Ace with a male reader that is struggling coming off his ADHD meds and sleeping properly. Or something simpler like Ace being with the reader while the reader works on their personal projects and keeping him on task, reader still has ADHD. More details could be that the reader is apart of the Whitebeard crew. I don’t mind what form you write it in, how long you want to write it is up to you. I did not know how to word this correctly and I am extremely sorry if it is completely unclear or entirely wrong requesting format. English might be my first language but that does not mean I can make sense of English's extensive grammar that is utterly flawed and quite irritating.

Thank so much for taking time out of your life to take people’s requests and write them instead of just ignoring us. Fanfic writers like yourself are what makes the world go round, mostly, have to give at least the tiniest bit of credit to the governments. Also have a great night/day/afternoon/evening!!!

Hi hi dear, of course, I'm always willing to write some fluff, especially with a cutie like Ace. :D And don't worry, it was totally clear and you did the request correctly. Hope the result will match your expectations, thank you so much for requesting.  ☆

☆Ace helping his s/o struggling with ADHD

CW : m!reader, reader has ADHD, fluff, using of DF in some fluff way

WC : around 700

Ace definitely knows how to take care of others. He is both a commandant and a big brother, and he takes his position very seriously. He used to keep an eye on Luffy during his childhood. So he’s always watching for you, even from afar, to make sure you're alright. Ace has no problem with your ADHD since he has to deal with Luffy anyway. Even if his brother doesn't have ADHD, some things you may do may sound familiar to him.

He would be unsure at first. He doesn't know a lot about ADHD and is stressed about bothering you with possibly uncomfortable questions. Ace is likely overthinking and afraid of being annoying, because he always thinks he's not worthy of being loved. He would seek Marco's aid in learning the fundamentals by reading books on the subject. He wants to do his best.

He will ask you for the specifics. With a flushed and embarrassed expression. Let him know if it's alright and if he's not bothering you. 

Reminding you to take your medication would quickly become a part of his own routine. And, even if he's not around, he would make sure to leave a cute note with some random drawing, like a Stickman and some… hearts, but it doesn't look like hearts. Although he doesn't know how to draw, it's nonetheless cute.

If you struggle to go to bed early because of hyperfocus and overthinking, he would just say something like "I'm going to bed. You come with me?" He doesn't want to constantly remind you about your ADHD because you're more than that. So he wouldn't bring the subject up all the time. 

You're treating him like a normal guy and not like "the son of someone" so he would do the same to you. 

Depending on whether you struggle with physical touch or not, he would or just lay close to you, trying to soothe your potential overthinking with random jokes and sweet nothings. Or just using his DF to make you count the fire sheep. What a cutie. And if you don't struggle with physical touch, then prepare yourself for a lot of cuddles. He would use his DF to gently run his hot palms over your skin, making sure you're comfortable again. 

And if you really struggle to sleep, then he doesn't mind chatting and learning more about your hyper fixations. Ace likes that kind of stuff, and honestly, he's just so happy that you're actually just… talking to him. 

Imagine his cute laughter every time you say something funny. 

He might fall asleep randomly while you're talking due to his narcoleptic tendencies. But overall, he likes long-night conversations because, as you know, often the night conversations are the most intimate, the ones where two people bond closely.

When you need to focus on your work, again it depends. If you're in a hyperfixation mood, honestly, he would just look at you and randomly smile because he thinks you're adorable when you're that serious. He won't bother you since you're in your own world. But if you're hyper-focused for hours, then he would come from time to time to remind you to stay hydrated or to eat something. 

"Y/N, look, I've made some grilled fish" while placing the plate in front of you. 

During your night work, Ace would leave a small candle on your desk that he would light himself as a small reminder of him. He's always with you this way. "I want a goodnight kiss" with a cute pout before leaving you alone.

If you're having trouble with your tasks, he'll remind you not to procrastinate too much. Because he knows that it would just stress you more and more as the deadline approaches. 

He would help you take some breaks from time to time. "Okay y/n, that's enough work, let's visit this island together" 

Once you come back to work, he doesn't interfere much. Just helps you here and there as best as he can. He doesn't want to distract you. "Get outta there, you goddamn pineapple, he's working" when Marco randomly comes to talk to Ace. 

And, once you are finally done with all your duties, he would proudly lend you his hat with the warmest smile ever. "I knew you could do it. That's my sweet boy, always so brave." 

Ace is so wholesome, help.

#one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece requests #portgas d ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #portgas d ace x y/n #ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x you

[deargravity]

kind of obsessed with "what if" scenarios that are ultimately fruitless because the outcome will probably never change.

can't stop thinking about the conversation the other miracles had about akashi's captaincy right after he was promoted. midorima's fierce belief in his friend's ability to pull the team together. kuroko's concern that it might be too much to take. did they ever talk about it? did akashi ever know midorima thought this highly of him or that kuroko cared so deeply for him? would it have changed anything if he'd known his friends trusted him but also wanted the best for him?

midorima's comment about akashi bringing the team together breaks me, in hindsight and i wonder if it broke midorima's heart too, in a way, when he realised his faith in akashi's capabilities backfired so terribly. that he'd unintentionally ended up abandoning his friend by framing the situation so that everyone relied on akashi without considering he might be able to rely on them too. (it's not mido's fault though, because akashi was already raised to always stand differently and ahead of his peers by his father but i still think the sentiment might have damaged him differently when coming from his friends.) midorima's capacity to focus on performing his personal best because he has fierce trust in his teammates but his initial difficulty warming up to shutoku because he was afraid he'd do it all wrong again? still thinking about that... i don't know... there is something so complicated about everything because midorima had so much faith in akashi, maybe to their own detriment, but it was at the point where nothing anyone could have said would have changed what was already happening. any one of them could have cared or not cared and it wouldn't have mattered because the pivotal moment was akashi's promotion to captain. they were kind of at the point of no return, you know what i mean?

and such early captaincy itself was another burden to shoulder for akashi especially at such an early stage of his formal basketball career where he'd barely begun to explore camaraderie through equal footing with his teammates before being relegated to captain, which inevitably changed the power dynamics again, separating akashi's role from the rest of the team. do you understand, do you understand, am i making sense? i think it can essentially be understood as akashi once again being given responsibilities before he's ready for them, before he's even gotten to enjoy what he's doing the same way his father increasingly enlists him in extracurriculars and enrichment classes at the first sign of competence in one or the other, and akashi's life just becomes a string of one next big thing after the other. he hasn't taken a real breath in a while. how long has he been holding his breath? how long has he been holding up the sky?

the worst part is that it is literally no one's fault except the coach and school administration that insisted on spreading these kids too thin. nijimura wouldn't have felt pressured to step down so soon if he hadn't felt like he had to choose between being a captain or a son, in the first place, which is a messed up choice to be forced to make. the whole situation upsets me because it's always the "trusted adults" in question causing all the problems in the first place.

i think about that scene with nijimura and akashi too much - the "are you uncertain?" "no, i'm worried about you." and i think about it probably more than i should. in a different context it could have been an exchange between akashi and kuroko respectively if kuroko had expressed his concerns sooner. the entire scene felt kind of despondent, too, and not just because of nijimura's news. it didn't feel celebratory at all and i guess that's just a testament to the trend of akashi gaining responsibilities faster than he's capable of shouldering them but having to carry them with grace anyway because there's no other option. because he loves his captain, he loves basketball and he loves this team that believes so absolutely in him that he has to be absolute in his strength as well.

there's just so many ifs but none of those could have changed what was about to happen. idk...

#knb #kuroko no basket #akashi seijuro #midorima shintarou #kuroko tetsuya #kurobas #kuroko's basketball #i am just crazy and i keep having thoughts #i love akashi so bad and i'll make it everyone's problem #i had more to say but that belongs in a separate post #have you all had enough of me yet #to each their own interpretation but this is my own #anyone else insane in the membrane? all your thoughts are welcome i'll listen to u speak for 6hrs abt akashi

[lettersfromaphrodite]

[8.03]

― pairing : Hyunjin x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, vampire au, medieval settings, reader is a vampire, Hyunjin is a baker, hair pulling, unprotected sex, fantasy au ― word count : 4.673

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🧛‍♂️ VAMPIRE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix

If anyone ever were to ask Hyunjin, he’d say he would have never changed his job for anything else in the world; not only he loved working as a baker in his small village, but also he loved working during the night.

There was something different – something clean and pure, about the scent he could breathe while going to work, not to mention how he loved the small town’s alleyways being somehow deserted, the only exceptions were the guards patrolling the streets during their night shift.

Hyunjin’s routine was rather simple: he’d go to work at sunset, bake every kind of delicious kind of bread and sweets, and then wait for Felix to arrive to the bakery in the early morning in order to open the shop. He didn’t have many friends, but the few he had were extremely important to him – strangely enough they were all vampires; he would make sure to see them every now and then but most importantly, he often took some time to pet almost every stray cat he met on his way.

That’s who Hyunjin was: a pure and innocent soul who loved tranquillity and hated every kind of unexpected. At least, until you came around.

The bitter cold of an autumn night seemed to cut your cheeks as you strode through the narrow alleyways of the unfamiliar village; you briefly cursed to yourself, since you’ve never pushed yourself too far in order to hunt. Your left forearm was tightly clutched against your chest as you waited for the wound to close, glad that vampires could heal way much faster than humans did; honestly, if only you were safe and sound at home and you weren’t chased by a group of soldiers, the wound would have healed definitely faster.

A low mumbling suddenly caught your attention; it was definitely too close to you to avoid, and you wondered if it was another soldier that was humming to song while waiting for you, happy that you were finally trapped.

Ready to figure out if you had to fight once again for your life, you decided to face your fate and abruptly turned left, stopping in your tracks: a tall boy with blonde hair and still sleepy eyes was opening the backdoor of a shop, his head turned towards you and quickly studying your frame with an alerted expression.

The fact that his eyes were staring at the wound on your forearm definitely came in hand; with big and hurried steps, you closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing the hem of his dark green cape and asking him to help you with the most suffering voice you could manage. The boy was startled by the sound of the soldier’s footsteps approaching, and driven by a completely unknown reason, let you in the shop.

Despite the pleasant scent of yeast and bread invaded your nostrils as soon as the door closed, you couldn’t bring yourself to step away from it. Few minutes passed, and it was as if you could feel the tension that the blonde boy was radiating from his body. 

«Could you please relax?» you whispered, turning your head left before placing once again your ear against the door. 

«Sorry.» you heard him mumble, and without knowing the reason, your lips curved in the hint of a smile you kept for yourself. Luckily enough, the guards quickly gave up on their task to look for you, and soon enough, the small bakery’s kitchen was illuminated by the dim light of oil lamps.

«Who are you?» the boy’s voice caught you off guard since, not only he was extremely pretty, but you were not afraid to admit you could have listened to his voice for hours; you introduced yourself – action which he immediately reciprocated, but he kept suspiciously staring at you. 

Hyunjin crossed his arms and walked towards you with quick steps, only to lean towards your face in a studying manner; now that he finally could see, not only he was surprised about your beauty, but also incredibly anxious about your glimmering red eyes. 

«A vampire?» you watched as Hyunjin’s eyebrows furrowed in an incredulous expression which eventually turned into exasperations; you tilted your head, wondering what was so disturbing in your presence to make him react like that.

Vampires were not only a common presence to which everyone had become accustomed, but they were also an important resource in everyday life: thanks to the fact that vampires had much more strength than human beings, they could take care of the most strenuous aspects of the work of each day. Humans and vampires learned how to live together, but sadly, sometimes it happened for some vampires to lose control and therefore, the cases of homicide due blood thirst weren’t rare.

«Why were you being chased?» Hyunjin asked while sitting on a stool, and you couldn’t help but found funny how restless he looked. 

«I fed from someone, and then everyone went crazy.» you shrugged, honestly unaware about who you fed from; you only knew she was a girl with black hair and fairly tasty blood.

«Who was it?» Hyunjin asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

«I don’t know,» you shook your head, «she lived in a yellow house near the church.» you explained, hoping that the house’s colour would suffice for Hyunjin to identify who she was. 

Instinctively, your brows furrowed as you heard Hyunjin’s heart pace dramatically quicken; the colour gradually disappeared from his face, before his eyes burned into yours.

“Yellow house”? Of course he knew who you had fed from, since there was only one yellow house in the whole village. 

«The major’s daughter.» Hyunjin mumbled before abruptly standing up, «you can’t stay here.» 

«What?» you shrieked incredulous as his hand gently but firmly pushed on your back in order to make you move you from the doorway; it was pretty clear that Hyunjin wanted to push you out and never see you again, «But, Hyunjin, I’m hurt!» you tried to play the victim, since you didn’t know whether it was already safe for you to walk back home. 

«Oh, you’re hurt.» Hyunjin’s panic momentarily dissolved from his eyes, before gently grabbing your forearm and studying your wound, «You can stay here, but just for tonight.» you immediately nodded, not knowing where did the sudden change of behaviour come from, but being incredibly grateful for it. 

Hyunjin treated the wound on your forearm – which eventually closed few minutes later after he had finished, and after meticulously washing the blood away from his hands, he started working, occasionally glancing at the window and talking to you the less as possible.

«Hyunjin!» you gently called out while repeatedly knocking on the bakery’s back door, aware that he was already inside; you frantically glanced around, hoping that he’d open the door before the guards catched up on you.

Hyunjin opened the wooden door few seconds later, a wet cloth hanging from his hands and some flour smeared on his cheekbones; he didn’t have time to question what happened, since you quickly walked in the shop and closed the door behind yourself.

«Please, don’t tell me you did it again.» Hyunjin sighed, throwing the wet cloth on his shoulder while re-adjusting his apron; you found it impossible to hold his gaze, and so you frantically went from studying the pattern of the wooden floor, to studying the countless pots and jars placed on the shelves. 

Hyunjin simply sighed, his eyes continuously glancing at the window before pointing you towards the stool right next to his work counter. A month had gone by incredibly quickly, and you found yourself asking for Hyunjin’s protection for at least five times; despite the fact that anytime you came around he was incredibly anxious, he quickly got used to your presence, getting flustered every now and then since you basically never talked but kept studying him as he worked.

Sometimes, Hyunjin thought that you were pondering whether eat him as well or not, but the truth was that to you, he was incredibly handsome; there was something about Hyunjin’s expression when he was focused about what he was doing – sometimes so focused that he forgot about his surroundings, that you found incredibly alluring. 

Hyunjin’s blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, delicately framing his features, but occasionally, some strands of hair would fall into his face and therefore, he was forced to wash his hands and tie his hair all over again; you’d be lying if you didn’t think about tying up his hair and running your fingers through it, but anytime you caught yourself having those kind of thoughts, you’d be irremediably ashamed of yourself for fantasizing about something like that in the first place.

On top of all, Hyunjin had the habit to scratch his face every now and then, meaning that he’d dirty his features with flour, making him look even cuter.

“Get a hold of yourself,” you thought, “you’ve seen him five times.” A gentle cough snapped you out of your thoughts, and you caught Hyunjin staring at you with a puzzled expression and a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

«I said, why do you keep attacking people?» his attention was caught once again by the dough he was preparing.

«I’m a new born,» you shrugged, «I still have to learn how to control myself.» you admitted, hoping that Hyunjin wouldn’t ask any further question; you saw him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, and you folded your hands on your lap, aware that he was about to ask something you didn’t really want to talk about, despite the fact that you were being happy about the fact that he was trying to make actual conversation.

«Shouldn’t the person who turned you teach you about that?» he scoffed; Hyunjin didn’t know everything about vampires but, thanks to his friends, he knew enough things to make him sleep at night.

Generally, when a vampire turns a human into a vampire, said person should meticulously follow him, teaching him how to properly feed but also teaching him how to quench his blood thirst, preventing him from going insane. 

As your eyes met, you completely forgot what both you wanted to say, and the fact that you were reluctant about talking about your past. Hyunjin was looking directly at you, his gaze steady and his expression somehow gentler than you were used to; the glimmering light of the oil lamps seemed to halo him, and he seemed dazzling, like sunshine, or perhaps ethereal moonshine. 

«I think…» you trailed off, unsure about the right words to use in order not to scare him, «I think, the original purpose wasn’t turning me into a vampire.» you heard Hyunjin’s heart quickened again and you guess he immediately understood what you were trying to say; if it weren’t for the fact that his face paled once again, you would have found the fact that he instinctively ran a hand through his blonde hair and irremediably dirtying it with flour incredibly cute.

«I’m sorry,» he said, his eyes shut close as if he could go back in time and prevent himself to ask that question; before you could answer, his head snapped towards you, «Can you eat human food?» his vampires friends ate it even if it wasn’t particularly tasty, but still he didn’t want to say it out loud.

When Hyunjin saw your unsure nod, he told you to wait, before disappearing behind the wooden curtain that connected the kitchen to the front part of the bakery. You complied to his request, your eyes gradually widening in confusion as you couldn’t understand the source of the noises happening from the other side of the wall; he seemed like he was cooking something, but what could it be?

Few minutes later, the sweet scent of chocolate filled the air, mixing itself with the scent of fresh baked bread and cakes; Hyunjin re-appeared few seconds later holding two fuming cups of hot chocolate, placing both of them in front of you on his work counter. 

«It’s to make up for my stupid question,» Hyunjin admitted, placing another stool in front of you, playing with the handle of his cup, «I probably shouldn’t have asked.» the wild rhythm of Hyunjin’s heart was matched by yours, and you definitely didn’t miss the soft blush on his cheeks – partially hidden by some uneven stripes of flour. 

Hesitantly, you shook your head, mumbling that it was fine, that you wouldn’t have talked about it if you didn’t feel like it, «Plus, you’ve been helping me this whole time.» you sighed, occasionally sipping to the hot chocolate Hyunjin made, preventing your mind to wander too much about the times where you were still a human and therefore, you could enjoy human’s food. 

Hyunjin had finished all the commissions for the day, and instead of going home, he decided to actually try to get to know you better; now that he knew you were a new born, he realized that he would have started to see you pretty often and much to his surprise, he didn’t dread the thought as he did at the beginning. 

Of course, he still didn’t like people showing up unexpectedly and therefore ruining his adored routine, but you didn’t have much of a choice, and the fact that you decided to see both him and his bakery as “your safe place”, somehow made him happy. 

Both you and Hyunjin talked a lot; by the time the morning lights started to painting the sky, you learned everything about him and Felix – the other boy running the shop, and something about his friends as well.

Therefore, Hyunjin learned a lot about you as well: not only you were a Duchess living in the Capital which loved to spend her times in flower fields away from her house, you were also obsessed by sweet things. Whether they were cakes or biscuits, you loved the flavour they left on your tongue and consequentially improving your mood; Hyunjin was listening to you with a gentle smile, exclaiming a «you’re in the right place, then!» while laughing, as he heard about your preferences towards any kind of sweet food.

«I’ll see what I can do, next time you’ll come back.» Hyunjin shrugged, collecting the now empty cups; despite the fact that you immediately told him that you didn’t want to bother him, he easily silenced you saying that «it’s not a big deal.»

When Hyunjin closed the shop, you said your goodbyes and you walked towards the inn you were staying in, while he immediately walked all the way to his vampires friends mansions, eager to tell them about you but also asking for advice.

«What do you mean, “help me”?» you questioned Hyunjin with a dumbfound expression; he simply smiled, uncrossing his arms from his chest and nodding towards his work counter.

As you made your way towards it, Hyunjin grabbed one of his spare aprons from your stool, making you wonder whether he had been thinking about it for a while.

Not only Hyunjin’s apron was a little too big for you, but you were forced to admit that you didn’t have the faintest idea about what you were supposed to do; you stood next to Hyunjin, meticulously imitating his movements and following what he told you, trying to finally learn how to make cookies.

Much to your shame, Hyunjin kept chuckling every now and then at your ministrations, noticing how you looked both incredibly cute but also incredibly out of place; Hyunjin knew that nobles never worked a single day in their life – let alone cook, but still, he thought it could have been fun.

However, Hyunjin couldn’t prevent the soft laughter from escaping his lips at your frustrated expression as you were trying to cut the shortcrust pastry while holding the cookie cutter in reverse.

«Wait, you’re doing it wrong,» Hyunjin’s gentle voice distracted you, and before you realized, he was standing behind you. His chest was pressed against your back, and his arms circled your frame, his left hand was placed on the counter, and his right one was on top of yours, turning the cookie cutter in the opposite direction, «try doing it now.» despite Hyunjin told you to do that, his hands moved yours in order to cut three flower-shaped cookies, showing you why you couldn’t do it.

It was as if you had completely lost control of your body, Hyunjin’s touch was gentle and yet, it was more than enough to set your soul on fire. During the two months you had seen each other, neither of you had ever tried to touch each other, and judging by Hyunjin’s quick heartbeat, he must have realized the same.

It was as if you could picture his embarrassed face as you closed your eyes; with a shy smile which he couldn’t see, you whispered to try again right before he could apologize. This time, Hyunjin’s large hand was simply placed above yours as you moved the cookie cutter as he showed you earlier, happy that you managed to make it.

«I did it! When are we going to cook them?» you asked, turning around in his arms without thinking too much about what you were doing; it was only when your noses brushed against Hyunjin’s chin that you realized how close you actually were. Hyunjin’s hands were still on the counter, meaning that he was caging you, and his eyes were cautiously studying your movements.

Despite how close you were, neither of you didn’t do anything to move away from each other; it was almost as if you could read in Hyunjin’s eyes the same emotions you were feeling and the same questions you were asking yourself.

Is it okay for me to kiss him? Will I put him in danger if I let myself fall for him? Would it be okay for him? Will he ever return my blooming feelings?

As Hyunjin carefully inched closer to you and you closed the remaining space between your lips; the two of you realized that you had found your answer.

As you expected, Hyunjin’s kisses were slow and gentle, his lips tasted just like the caramel pearls he kept eating every once and then; his hands remained placed on he counter while yours were shyly placed on his apron. Hyunjin tilted his head to deepen the kiss, action which you immediately mirrored, smiling in the kiss as you heard his soft content sigh in the moment your tongues met; his large hand cupped your jaw, and the natural warmth of his skin was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Despite the kiss lasted for few solid minutes; as Hyunjin placed his forehead against yours and stared at you with a soft smile, you couldn’t help but think that you wanted to kiss him all night long.

«We should probably bake those cookies,» Hyunjin said with a smile, and the fact that his voice was a little bit raspier definitely didn’t go unnoticed, «or Felix is going to get really angry.»

When morning came, you walked back to the inn with a content smile and your lips hovering above your lips in the attempt to make the feeling of Hyunjin’s touch linger on your skin.

After the two of you kissed, things between you completely changed. For a start, Hyunjin told you about his vampires friends, saying that they were more than willing to help you completely adapt to your new life without you risking to get executed because you couldn’t control your thirst.

Also, you noticed how for Hyunjin had became incredibly difficult to keep his hands off of you; the two of you never did anything beside kiss, but still, that was how the both of you occasionally spent your time after Hyunjin had finished cooking all his commissions for the day. 

Hyunjin loved to kiss you while gently making you walk backwards until your back was pressed against the shelves, but he also loved to kiss you as you were comfortably sitting on his – completely cleaned, work counter and he was standing between your legs.

Hyunjin yawned loudly, snapping you out of your thoughts; blonde hair fell in front of him as he was kneading, and since he couldn’t tie it back up because his hands were covered in flour, he just settled for blowing some air against it or move his head; you chuckled to yourself, before eventually walking up to him and collecting the leather string he used as a hair tie which had fell on the floor.

«Lean back a bit, you’re too tall,» you joked, and Hyunjin complied; he widened his legs so that he could be smaller, and gently tilted his head back while balancing himself on the counter. With gentle fingers, you adjusted Hyunjin’s hair into a ponytail, running your fingers through the blonde locks more than necessary, enjoying Hyunjin’s content sigh at your gentle touch.

Hyunjin’s unexpected moan at your unintentional tug as you kept fixing the string had definitely caught you off guard, and your heart started picking up pace at the hypothesis that maybe, he liked his hair to be pulled during other situations as well.

Honestly, it didn’t take you too much to find out that Hyunjin indeed loved for his hair to be pulled during sex; anytime Hyunjin’s hair tie loosened, you’d offer yourself to tie his hair for him, purposely giving his hair a soft tug once or twice as you were tying up the leather string. To be honest, you knew you were riling him up; his kisses would grow more passionate than the gentle and loving kisses you were used to, and you couldn’t find any reason to complain. One night, as Hyunjin had finished with his commissions, he had backed you up and hoisted you on the counter, asking for permission with shy but bold touches; as you were kissing, you guided Hyunjin’s left hand under your skirt while you gently pulled on his hair, and that was all it took for Hyunjin to lose any inhibitions he could have had. Hyunjin was a passionate lover, and it didn’t take too long for him to make you come; you’ve haven’t had intimate relationship with anyone for years, and it was almost as if Hyunjin knew exactly what to do or where to touch in order to make you go crazy with pleasure. You obviously couldn’t know, but it was the same for him. 

Despite you were seated on a wooden counter, you still balanced yourself with one arm draped around Hyunjin’s shoulders, while the other alternated between running on his toned chest or scratching his back while trying not to be too rough. Needless to say, Hyunjin’s hips stuttered anytime you gave his hair an occasional tug, his head thrown back and luscious moans escaping his lips as his hands tightened around your waist. 

As Hyunjin’s hand sneaked under your thigh in order to grip on the counter – and giving you the sensation that he was sinking deeper inside you, a sudden sensation spreaded from your abdomen all over your body, and Hyunjin was quick to capture your soft moan with his lips, finding it a sound too sweet for anyone else to hear.  Hyunjin came few thrusts later, and as your sweaty forehead were pressed together, you giggled together, your hearts beating fast and your breath ragged. 

«So,» Hyunjin started, sighing before quickly pecking your lips, «you really thought I didn’t realize you pulled on my hair on purpose?»

Four months later, you were sitting in the expensive living room of Hyunjin’s friends; you were comfortably sitting on an armchair, while he settled for sitting on its armrest, your left shoulder touching his back somehow was comforting you as you had to repeat what had happened to you. 

If you were to be honest, you already knew that Hyunjin’s friends would have been as gentle as him, but still, you were surprised about how welcoming they were being. 

«It happened the same to some of us,» Chris had explained, while comfortably sitting on the couch in front of you, «beside having Hyunjin, you also have us, now.» 

«You’re not alone in this, anymore!» one of them – Jeongin, eagerly said, and you felt yourself almost tearing up due to the genuine affection you were feeling in that very moment. It was something strange and unusual, and something you had never felt, not even during you human life.

«I guess you’re hungry,» Chris said again with a soft smile, satisfied at your nod, «The first lesson will be: feed on Hyunjin.» 

«What?!» both you and Hyunjin exclaimed at the same time with incredulous faces. 

«Nothing will happen,» Seungmin chimed in, walking from the bookshelf he was leaning against to the couch, «you’ll naturally stop yourself. If you don’t, there are seven vampires in the room to come to your babyboy’s rescue.» he said with a malicious smile, ignoring Hyunjin muttering that he “was not a babyboy.”

Eventually, you stared with horrified eyes as Hyunjin diligently folded his sleeve until it rested around his elbow, placing his forearm in front of you. 

«Don’t tell me you trust me with this?» you questioned him, since you didn’t trust yourself in the first place. 

«You’ve been to the shop countless times by now,» Hyunjin explained with a shrug, «you could have easily killed me long ago.» something in his eyes made you nod; you briefly made eye contact with Chris which gave you an exhortative smile, before closing your eyes and sinking your teeth into Hyunjin’s forearm. 

Needless to say, his blood was delicious; strangely enough, it somehow seemed to quench your blood thirst even faster than anyone else had. As you savoured his blood in your mouth, Seungmin words came into your mind, making you realize that not only you felt already full, but it was probably because you were feeding from someone you were sharing a deep bond with. 

As cliché as it was, you and Hyunjin were in love, and not only he was willingly offering his blood to you, but in the back on your mind, the fear of hurting him was preventing yourself from giving in to the blood thirst. Repeatedly licking over Hyunjin’s wound, you waited for it to close before you felt a hand affectionately ruffling on your hair. 

«Are you okay?» you quietly mumbled to Hyunjin, which was gently smiling at you; he nodded immediately, his eyes looking at you with an enamoured expression. 

«Thank you.» you finally said to Chris and the others, which gently smiled at you. 

«Don’t mention it,» Chris shrugged, «we’re family.»

As much as you wanted to be the one who turned Hyunjin, you didn’t trust yourself enough to do that and so, when Hyunjin finally decided that he wanted to share his eternity with you, Chris had been the one that turned him; you politely waited for Hyunjin to wake up, holding his hand or gently playing with his hair in the attempt to make him feel loved despite you knew that while you were turning you couldn’t feel anything.

«I can’t believe caramel pearls won’t be that tasty anymore.» Hyunjin’s said as soon as his transformation has came to an end; he was staring at the ceiling, and you chuckled, sitting on the floor with your chin resting on the palm of your hand, your elbow leaning on the soft blankets.

«And here I thought you’d say you loved me.» you joked, waiting for him to look back at you. As Hyunjin’s glimmering red eyes met yours, you felt butterflies soar in your stomach at how incredibly handsome he was.

«Of course I love you.» Hyunjin pouted, effortlessly making you get on the bed by pulling on your wrist.

«More than caramel pearls?» you teased, your head resting on his chest. 

«More than caramel pearls.» Hyunjin chuckled, hugging you close to him.

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[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hiya! I am soooo happy you opened your request box cause I've been loving all your fics so far <3 Can I request a hogwarts legacy mc reader fic talking to a portrait of professor fig after the events of the game? I always think they game never acknowledged how upset mc would really be losing fig, like their expression in the funeral was so blank it was painful!!

A/N: Oh my gosh, anon! Thank you so much for being the first person to send me a request! I 100% agree with you, like I was sobbing during that scene and MC just scrunches their nose?! I honestly think this is my best fic, so please if you like it do tell me! <3

I Miss You

MC!Reader x Professor Fig (platonic!)

It had only been two months since you became the hero of Hogwarts. Only two months since the only father figure you’d ever had died. The professors had quickly commissioned his portrait, and for over a week now he had hung proudly inside the office of his Magical Theory classroom. You had yet to visit the portrait of Professor Fig. The upcoming OWLs, only days away, were your main excuse. That you simply didn’t have time. In truth, you were scared to confront your loss head on… no one could make you admit how much Eleazar Fig’s passing had affected you.

As you left an early morning study session, you mused about how difficult it would be for Professor Fig’s successor. They would surely know that they had big shoes to fill. You imperceptibly shook your head to yourself, whoever they were… you almost felt sorry for them.

Heading down the corridor towards the Great Hall for a well-deserved breakfast, you walked past the classroom you’d come to know so well. Suddenly, you felt rooted to the spot. It was like you were hit with your grief all at once. You realised what you were truly afraid of… the future, one you had to face without your mentor.

You needed to see the office. You needed Professor Fig. Gliding towards the classroom, eyes searching the corridor for anyone watching you, you slipped through the classroom door. Passing through the empty classroom, you cautiously opened the office door that you once used to bolt through. The confidence was gone, maybe forever.

It was difficult to miss the large painting hanging behind the professor’s desk, and your eyes instantly locked with his familiar brown ones. He gave a smile of relief, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “Ah, Y/N. I wondered when I’d be seeing you. What brings you here?” You felt yourself welling up, and you balled your hands into fists to try and maintain some composure. His voice was like a drop of rain in the midst of the hottest desert.

“I just… I just need some advice.” The words tumbled out of you before you could think about it as you slowly stepped closer and closer to the painting. “The Hero of Hogwarts needing my humble advice? Sounds serious.” He spoke with a bemused tone. You jumped up to sit on top of his desk, hunching over to make yourself as small as possible, hands clasped tightly. Anything to stop yourself from breaking down. “You are… were a hero too.” You muttered under your breath.

“What troubles you, my young friend?” He looked at you with furrowed brows and a concerned gaze. He had never seen you so downtrodden before.

“Well, I don’t know… I guess just - everyone else has had five years to prepare for the exams. And I, well, I’ve only had one.” You rolled your eyes at yourself, almost feeling silly for complaining about it. “And you’ve done exceptionally well, you’ve surpassed any expectations that anyone had of you. Including me, and my expectations of you were already very high.”

“What if I’ve not done enough?” You questioned, deliberately looking anywhere except at Fig’s painting. “What if I don’t get the grades I need?” The painting shook his head with a lopsided smile. After all you’d accomplished, you still couldn’t see your true worth. “I know you shall. I’ve seen you work, I’ve seen your abilities. There is no doubt in my mind you’ll get at least Exceeds Expectations in every class.” You shook your head slowly, wanting to believe it but feeling like something was blocking you. A few moments of silence passed, the professor patiently waiting for you to continue, knowing instinctively that something more was bothering you.

“What will my future be? What do I want to be?” You looked up, staring directly into his painted eyes, desperately trying to remember his real ones. How warm they had been, how you could see decades of wisdom and experience behind them. “I’ve known so little about this world, and now I have to decide my whole future in it.” Your voice cracked as you struggled to keep your emotions bottled in. Professor Fig nodded his head sagely, and you knew he understood what you needed in that moment.

“You’d like my help to decide?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Help me prioritise which subjects to focus on.” A hand ran through your hair, then over your face. “I’ll need the best grades in subjects I carry to NEWTs… and those exams determine my career, right?” The painting hesitated, clasping his hands in front of him before humming in agreement.

Silence again. This time it was charged, heavy with words unsaid. You wanted to break the silence but didn’t know what to say. Technically, the Professor Fig in front of you wasn’t really him and as you chewed on your lip staring at floor below the painting, you were painfully aware of it.

“I think you should consider taking Magical Theory as a NEWT.” Your head whipped up to meet Fig’s gaze, eyebrows raised. “No… No, I couldn’t.” He frowned, his head tilting slightly. “Why not? We spent the whole year researching your own magic, I think you could teach the class yourself now.” He chuckled to himself, but the eyes that once sparkled when he laughed remained the same dull brown. Another reminder that things would never be the same. “Because… it wouldn’t be you teaching me. I don’t think I could stand it. Someone else standing where you should be.”

You stared at each other for a few moments before you broke the eye contact, lowering your eyes into your lap, your hands almost bleeding from how deep you were digging your nails into your skin.

“Y/N, I may never have taught you officially in my class, but you’ll always be my proudest achievement. I hope you know that.” He always knew exactly what to say, even when you didn’t know what you needed to hear. The tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them, and soon the floodgates opened and all the bottled emotions came seeping out at once.

“I miss you so much. I don’t know how I’ll do this without you.” Loud sobs echoed across the office, and a hand lay on your chest as you tried to fight the intensity of what you were feeling. “You taught me everything, I wouldn’t even be here without you. And now I have to continue on without my… father.”

The painting of the Professor looked shocked for a moment before he melted into a warm smile. If he could have hugged you, he would have. “I’ll always be here, Y/N. I know it isn’t quite the same. But the advantage of being a painting is that you’ll always know where to find me. I won’t be off on a week-long research project… or sent off on one of the headmaster’s silly errands.”

A quiet giggle escaped you, soon developing into a real laugh. It was brief, but it was time you’d laughed since he died. Professor Fig smiled down at you, pleased to see a glimpse of your old self again. You wiped away your tears, summoning a parchment and quill. “Okay. Let’s get down to business, shall we?” You announced with a true smile, one that the painting returned with a fond nod. It wasn't quite the same, but the painting would help you through your grief. You'd always have a piece of your mentor in your heart.

#hogwarts legacy reader insert #professor fig x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy imagine #platonic reader insert #professor fig imagine #eleazar fig x reader

[sirthisisa-wendys]

your works literally make me so happy 😭 10/10 would lose sleep again to binge read 🫶

Kindly requesting an ot3 fluffy situation (if you do write it, otherwise don’t mind me!) with rindou and ran haitani 🙏 having this peak brain rot of why not just have one, but have both of them call you their sweet princess 👸 no arguing for who’s better, just the brothers being absolute darlings and smitten with you 💖

For the record, when people binge like and read my masterlist, two things happen 1. I fucking *notice*. I have a few people on my list of "voracious readers," and I am so so SO grateful you would take the time to read my works. Like, it's the biggest compliment right next to sending asks.

And 2. It brightens the corner of my life I keep pretty much to myself day in and day out. You all make the writing worth it. Writing for you is worth it. Reclaim your sleep tonight, lovely nonnie. 🥰

Sun and Moon: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader x Rindou Haitani

wc: 743

tw: fluff

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Ran Haitani is the sun in your life. He's up early, hitting the snooze button a few times before dragging himself out of bed and shuffling to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker.

The brew is always medium roast. He stands by the coffee pot, grabbing three cups from the cabinet before allowing himself the small mercy of sugar, creamer, and a dash of whipped cream. Ran will pour the coffee just how you and Rin like it.

Without hesitation, he'll carry your mugs into the bedroom and sit them on the nightstands with care before Rindou peeks his head out from underneath eh cover, reaches for his mug, and sits up slowly. You're usually the last to wake, but Ran does his best to keep the peaceful mood of the morning.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Ran says, his eyes drooping while he adjusts his short hair.

"Morning," you mumble, reaching for your mug. "You're up early..."

"Wanted to make sure you two were covered before I went to the headquarters today," Ran begins softly, stroking your hair as you smell the coffee and attempt to wake up fully. Rindou inhales his coffee beside you, fully immersed in whatever is on his phone.

"More inventory?" Rindou mutters, glancing at Ran.

"Yeah, unfortunately."

"Be safe," you croak. "Don't get into any trouble."

"I won't get into trouble," Ran chuckles. "Have to come home to my baby and my brother." He gives you a quick kiss on your forehead, then leaves the both of you alone in the morning air.

Rindou is silent for a moment, but it's not uncomfortable. When he finishes his coffee, he kisses your lips quickly. "I'm going to get ready, but I'm not leaving until Ran returns," he tells you, running his fingers through his mullet. "You hungry, baby?"

"A little," you admit, shifting in the bed.

"You want some bacon and waffles? I think we have some fruit, too."

"That sounds good." Rindou smiles at you and winks, then disappears into the kitchen. The rest of the morning goes smoothly, but that's nothing unusual. Life with the Haitani brothers is bliss. You're never lonely or afraid of being left behind. The brothers do "shifts"; Rindou is with you during the day, and Ran is with you in the evening.

If Ran is the sun, then Rindou is the moon. Rindou loves to take you out for late-night drives or parties at the club. You're treated as a human - not an accessory, like other girls - and Rindou shows you off affectionately in front of his associates.

"Do you want more champagne, baby girl?" Rindou wonders, his eyes focused on your expression.

"I'm tipsy already," you joke, but Rindou just smiles and waves a bartender over for another glass. Rindou is a gentleman through and through, seeing to your comfort before his own and ensuring you're cared for throughout the night.

When you return home, Ran is waiting for you. His eyes droop low as he tries to remain awake to see you before nodding off. "You look so beautiful," Ran coos, holding you close while fiddling with your necklace and dress. "Do you want to take a shower?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

Ran and Rindou seem to need one too, and they join you, taking turns holding and kissing you while the warm water cascades down on your bodies. Four hands attend to your cleanliness, scrubbing your back, your legs, the soles of your feet, your arms... You don't have to lift a single finger unless you want to.

Ran and Rin wash separately, though, and you help them where they need it. Once you exit the shower, you're wrapped in a towel and urged to get ready for bed. Ran dries your hair while Rindou picks out your nightclothes and brings them to you.

"Thank you," you whisper to the younger brother, who answers your thanks with a kiss. Once Ran is finished, he gets his goodnight kiss as well. You crawl under the sheets and watch Ran do the same, leaving Rindou to mosey about the house during the night.

"Don't stay up too late," you call out to him, and he replies with a "yes, ma'am" before shuffling off to the living room to watch TV. Ran cuddles up with you under the sheets, wasting no time falling asleep. You do the same, eager to start the next day with the sweetest lovers you've ever known.

#ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff

[lavenderfeminist]

did you get your roommate stuff sorted?

YES. Please spread this far and wide. I made an addition to my original post but kept it unrebloggable because I was concerned about certain sensitive information continuing to spread, so I'm realizing a lot of people who saw the original don't know. I've been moved to a single and am trying to negotiate not having my payment increase because I should not be paying extra for my own safety when I was clear I did not want a single to begin with.

When I called, the woman at the housing office was audibly concerned, and told me what I'd already guessed: this year 's decisions were made by a system that only used gender identity; it was sex-blind. Meaning the system that paired me and my other female former roommate with an unaltered male wasn't allowed to discriminate based on sex! How wonderful! She said I was lucky that a single room had just opened up, and that she understood my concerns and would arrange my move immediately, but that her hands are somewhat tied as to having prevented the situation altogether, for obvious reasons. I'm going to be safe, and I'm very grateful for that.

That said, my female roommate is now set to live alone with a man. I am going to reach out to her and let her know I'm available if she's concerned about anything, but I am worried she will tell the male roommate. I am concerned about her, and while multiple people have expressed to me that a class action lawsuit is on the horizon, the fact that women are being put at risk and may be forever traumatized by assault/rape before a stop is put to this makes me furious.

Living alone is also significantly more expensive for me; I owe more for my room, and I'm not longer splitting the cost of certain amenities with roommates. I very much did not want or plan to be living in a single, and I'm sure there is someone out there who for health reasons needed the single room I am now going to be occupying. I am blessed that I'm not in a position where I need to make a choice between not living with a man and affording housing. I am sure I'm not the only woman who was put in a situation like this, and I'm lucky I found out early enough and had the option to move. It was left up to his discretion to tell me he was a male. What of women who find out when they meet their roommate face to face? What of women who discover there is no alternate housing available to them? What of women who find the alternate housing is too expensive for them to afford without putting them in financial straits? What of women who grin and bear it because they are afraid of what they may be branded if they refuse? I have faith this insanity will end, but how many women have to be hurt for it to end? How many are going to be hurt before it does?

#asks

[magnus-vitalis]

Not sure I mentioned it on this account but my old one was deleted or something so allow me to explain something brief before going into this post.

I am a big fan of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. I love animation with a passion, and have been taking film classes for 2 years now to become a director so I may make my own cartoons. I helped to fund the Ramshackle pilot (which some may not know, but the webcomic is fantastic, highly recommend it) and I quite enjoyed Long Gone Gulch pilot and currently enjoy Murder Drones. Indie animation recently has been excellent.

That said, I want to mention Lackadaisy.

Oh Lackadaisy, if only I had the words to express just how much I adore you! This pilot comes from a webcomic that started when I was like, a toddler, sometime in the early 2000s (I am 18 now but that's irrelivent). Lackadaisy's pilot came out last week on YouTube, I caught it 6 hours after it uploaded, and let me tell you.

It began, Rocky was introduced first, and I just fell in love. Rocky is such a wonderful character, a thespian, a lunatic in a way, oh I just love him dearly! His friends Ivy and Freckles? Perfect sweethearts, love em to death, but this post isn't about that.

I wanted to make this post because people are (supposedly) comparing Lackadaisy to Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. Truthfully I haven't seen any of the comparisons, only people mentioning them, and I'd like to explain why I think the comparisons are being made.

I belive the reason the comparisons are happening, even though they are VERY different from each other, is that Hazbin Hotel came first. It was a pilot that got so much attention, so much love and adoration along with plenty of controversy, but this combined gave it popularity. Hazbin Hotel got ATTENTION. It was an indie animation, but it was of good quality and decently entertaining, even if it was a bit offensive to some, but to do well you have to take risks.

Hazbin Hotel, with it's popularity, had quickly brought attention to indie animation. People started to notice that, hey, anyone can make something, and with enough effort, it can be GOOD! And with that, animators started taking risks. They decided to risk putting time, effort, money, everything they had into making a pilot, just one, but one would be enough, one is all they needed, because now indie animators had people's attention. People wanted more. More unique, fun shows made by people who would put in the effort, the soul needed to make something good. Streaming service don't do that anymore. They want to play it safe, stick to what we know, which is why there are so many ugly, low quality adult animations, but nothing as good as Lackadaisy.

Hazbin Hotel, though fairly controversial, brought indie amination out of the dark and into the spotlight. It paved the way for animators to make something they have always wanted to make but were to afraid to do, or to even make something new they never would have thought about if it weren't for the sudden love indie animation was receiving.

Another thing, I noticed people calling Hazbin Hotel "bad" animation wise, and I'd like to add: it's not. It isn't bad, it's just not to some folk's preferences, and that's okay. Hazbin Hotel's pilot was sharp, fast, a little strange, but it wasn't bad. The animation to me feels more modern, like they were Taki g advantage of what you can do with computers in animation now, meanwhile Lackadaisy feels nostalgic, smooth, soft, comforting, like the old hand-drawn new frame every time old Disney type animation, and of course that's going to recieve more positive feedback, nostalgia and comfort always do.

All of the indie pilots you see on YouTube are good in their own way. Hazbin Hotel was so good it got picked up by A24 and is therefore no longer indie! Each show, each pilot, has been excellent in their own ways, and each one deserves all the love it can get. We should all stop worrying about which is better, which might be too offensive, and focus on which ones we like. You can ignore the ones you don't like and focus your love on the ones you do like, in fact you'll be happier if you do that!

The era of indie animation is here, and it going to be excellent. Please, go show your love for the indie animations of your choice. They deserve the love.

I am so happy we can live in a time with such quality, but I am also sad that there isn't many willing to fund these creators.

Sorry for the rambling, I am just feeling very passionately right now. Animation has been my dream longer than I can remember.

#animation #indie animation #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #ramshackle #lackadaisy #long gone gulch #murder drones #youtube #cartoons

[itsawhumpsideblog]

The Safehouse, pt. 2

CW: for institutionalized slavery, mentions of abuse, treatment of people as things

Advice from the Box Boy Liberation Movement:

"It can be difficult to know how to welcome rescuees into your home for the first time, so begin by considering the hierarchy of needs. Most rescuees will be undernourished, exhausted, and in need of a wash. Be gentle with them. As far as is possible, respect their autonomy and preferences, if they are able to express them."

Tim was the first one awake the next day and he was glad of it. Although he didn't know what time their new charges would arrive, it was unlikely to be before 9 o'clock and the early hour gave him the chance to make coffee and sit quietly in the recliner and gather his wits about him. He rocked back and forth, slowly, gently, and wondered how the next morning would be, with five of them present.

Very different, he was sure.

It was nearly an hour before the silence was broken and Angie came down the stairs to start her day. Tim blushed slightly as he realized that he was still in his bathrobe, while she had showered and dressed.

"I should-" he started, putting his coffee down and shifting to stand, but she shook her head and waved a hand in friendly dismissal.

"Don't worry about it. I mean, I don't care and we're supposed to do things normally- like in a normal home. As much as possible, anyway."

"That's true." Tim smiled nervously and sat back. He watched out the back window at the birds sitting around the bird feeder, feathers fluffy in the cold, and went over some of the things their contacts had told them during training.

You will have to give them explicit instructions. Ask them if they are able to speak and tell them they are allowed to do so. Monitor their meals to be sure they are eating. Watch them closely, because they won't tell you if something is wrong, but also don't hover or crowd them. Don't take it personally when they're afraid of you. Never speak angrily or raise your voice in front of them.

There had been so much. Tim hoped he would remember it all and that he would be able to do the right thing when the time came. Above all, he did not want to fail his charges.

You will get a lot of things wrong without meaning to, their trainer had said, because rescuees are traumatized and conditioned not to trust you. Don't give up.

When the coffee was gone, Tim went upstairs to get ready for the day and then back down to the couch. He and Angie had breakfast and put something on TV, but neither of them paid attention. They sat quietly, pretending to watch the show, until, shortly before lunch, the doorbell finally rang.

Tim met Angie at the door as she flew down the stairs and they exchanged a look that was apprehension and excitement all at once. Tim remembered to take a breath and Angie to smooth her hair down, as if they were what they appeared to be, an ordinary couple who had bought and paid for human beings. Just the perception of it made Tim want to be sick, or punch something, but the ends, he felt sure, justified the means and he could play the part just long enough for the delivery to be completed.

"Where do you want 'em?" asked the man who stood at the door with a large crate on some kind of hand trolley. A white van idled at the foot of the driveway and Angie wondered how many people were inside it.

"Here in the foyer is fine," she said, when she remembered that a question had been asked. The man tipped the first crate off the trolley before he returned to the van to retrieve what looked like another large dog crate.

"Gotta take these back with me," he said. "WRU can't afford to give them away, but we do sell them in our online store."

"Thank you for letting us know," Tim said, without making any promises.

"I thought there were supposed to be three?" Angie asked, peering out the door at the van.

"I only have two for this address," the man said. "You'll have to call the WRU, ask what happened to the rest of the order." Tim looked over at Angie, who shrugged and nodded. It would probably be best to look like they were no more concerned than any other "customer" would be.

"Alright, well," the man went on, "They're yours now. Remember, you asked for used so there's no returns and you get what you get." The man looked bored, like someone who wanted to finish his deliveries and go out for a drink.

Tim tried to keep his hands from shaking as he opened the first crate. Angie unhooked the other and they swung the doors open and stepped back, leaving enough room for the crates' occupants to exit.

"Well, I'll just go, then," the delivery driver was saying as he piled the crates back on to the trolley, but Angie and Tim barely heard him and did little more than wave as he left. He had been expecting a tip.

Inside the house, Tim found himself staring, a little more shyly than he would have liked, at the two young men kneeling in his front hall. They must be about his own age, he realized, and was unsure what to do with the thought.

Fortunately, Angie was there and didn't seem nervous at all. If anything, she was excited. "Welcome to our home," she said in a gentle voice, but Tim could hear the adrenaline behind it. "We're very glad to have you all here."

"Thank you, mistress," one of them murmured. Angie looked at Tim, who nodded reassuringly. This was what they had been told to expect.

"You can call me Angie," she said. "And this is Tim."

Tim smiled shyly and waved a hand in greeting. He studied their first rescuees as Angie continued talking.

"Do you have a name?" she asked the boy on the right, the one who had spoken.

"This pet was called Francis, previously," he said. "But you may name him anything you like."

"Would you like to go on being called Francis?" she asked.

"You may name this pet anything you like," he repeated and she nodded, although he couldn't see it. Francis' posture was graceful and tightly composed, which almost disguised the fact that he was shivering slightly; he was kneeling with his hands placed delicately on his thighs and his elbows tucked in. His head tilted just slightly downwards so that he was looking somewhere around Angie's feet. He had curly brown hair that would need a wash and Tim wondered what color his eyes were.

"How about you?" Angie had moved on to speak to the other boy, crouching down so that she wasn't looming over him.

He did not reply, but looked shyly up at her and glanced at Tim, too, nearly meeting their eyes. His expression held an anxious question, but he did not open his mouth.

"Can you speak?" Tim asked, as carefully as he could. "That is- are you able..."

The boy looked very nervous and dropped his eyes to the floor as he shook his head, a small movement that Tim nearly missed.

"That's all right," Tim assured him. "We don't mind. Angie, did we get any papers? Those might have a name on them."

She looked around the entryway as though papers might have fallen out and gone unnoticed, but there was nothing. "No matter, though," she said to the boy. "We'll come up with a good name for you."

He raised his head again and his eyes were shining, with something approaching a smile on his face. Angie returned the look, warmly. In truth, Tim found this boy a little difficult to look at. Francis was in need of a wash but had no outward signs of injury, whereas this boy had clearly been though something terrible. His hair would probably be some sort of blond when it was clean and his eyes were blue; his fair skin was marked with bruises and one eye was badly swollen. Worst, he held his hands folded across his body and Tim could see that they had been terribly injured. Still, he was watching Tim and Angie with a kind of expectant hopefulness that made Tim want to cry.

There was no time for that, however. Both boys were both too thin by far and Tim itched to start lunch and feed them adequately. Angie evidently had the same impulse, because she straightened up and said, "Who's hungry? I think it's time to go explore the kitchen and see what we can find."

Next time: The house has lunch together and the rescuees begin to form first impressions.

Master Post

#box boy universe #box boy whump #BBU #whump #whumpee

[thedeal-if]

The ROs take it upon themselves to wake up the MC so they don't miss work or an appointment, how do they do so? (also hi! i hope you're doing great!)

Hi!! Aw thank you💕 I'm doing great! Hope you are too~!

(Dante is a fucking mess of a man I'd be shocked to see him waking himself up in time to help MC lol)

You wake up to the smell of burning food and the sound of a door snapping open. He’s not exactly running late, but Dante doesn’t have all the time he would have needed to make the situation as memorable as he’d hoped.

“(Name)~ Svegliati, mia gioia~,” Dante coos. English comes back swiftly when he sees you stir, the language switch always turns his pitch a little deeper “We’re running a teensy late and I don’t want to see you stressed~”

You mumble sleepily, “How late?”

Truly, a good question. Dante still doesn’t know how to use a phone, he doesn’t own a watch either, so he cranes his head to check outside, eyes meeting the clock on the hallway wall.

Oh, you really are running late.

“Em,” words are hard to find under pressure, but Dante’s hesitation probably speaks loud enough, and you sit up hastily, bleary-eyed “We should get going soon, gioia. Or now, if you can.”

Lilith, early riser as they usually are, makes sure that their alarm gives them all the time they need to freshen up, dress, and get their makeup done and on point. Getting you to your appointment means seeing you inside and picking you up if you wish them to. Lilith is responsible enough to handle the job, it also involves you, and you’re much more fun than the alternative.

You wake up to find Lilith by your side, sitting on your bed, graceful like a cat, they smile like one too, tentatively. Their care extends to the tender way their fingers graze your cheeks, the teasing touch makes goosebumps paint your skin. Lilith bites back an affectionate smile, they whisper your name instead—as if afraid to break the peacefulness of the early morning.

“Love, time to start the day,” they say.

Josh will end up confessing days later that, though he has always been sure about the time and date, he checks over seven times whether got it right or not. In all honesty, you wouldn’t have guessed he feels paranoid about being wrong, Josh wakes you up like he has done it a million times before.

“Hey, it’s time, Dot,” he says softly. And Josh is exactly on time as always—he will also confess, with a flush, that he waits for over ten minutes while staring at be clock just to do that—, a mug of coffee he brewed earlier in his hands.

Josh waits—he waits often, doesn’t he?—until you’re conscious enough to take the mug into your own hands.

“You’re going to do great today!” the pep talk Josh gives you might come a tad too early for you to fully register anything he’s saying, but Josh’s burst of energy is motivating enough either way.

Villanelle accepts naturally with a cheerful clap of her hands. She expresses some worry but promises she’ll wake up on time. No matter what. Villanelle delivers on her promise the next morning, and her bright smile greets you like the morning sun.

“Rise and shine~” Villanelle sets down a mug on your bedside table. The flowery scent of its contents fills your senses “It’s green tea. It always helps me wake up.”

It must work wonders if one were to judge Villanelle’s ever-bright presence, even so early in the morning. The witch coaxes you until you’re sitting up, she promises she made the tea so you would like it.

Last night Victor checked over the plan with you, he went over the motions and steps methodically. You felt like you were his partner, the two of you getting ready to hunt down some demon—except the only thing that happened was your request for him to wake you up for work.

Victor knocks on your door until you are well awake, he never crossed the threshold, giving you privacy and insisting through the wood only when he feels that you’re running late.

“You’re ready?” Victor questions once you join him in the kitchen. He eyes you briefly before he checks the time, and nods “I’ll drive you there once you’re done— I prepared a simple breakfast.”

Calling it simple is definitely acting up on his modesty. Victor seems to know, he smiles a little when you eye the feast he made. For you.

Despite Aliyah’s initial—quite strong, very verbal—refusal, the genie happens upon your room at the—what are the chances?—ungodly hour you once asked her to wake you up. Aliyah denies her interest in your well-being as is customary. Then, she proves it by being rougher than rough. She pulls up your curtains, rips the bedsheets off of you, laughs at your puffy, sleepy face when you turn to glare at her.

“You knew what you were getting into when you asked,” Aliyah shrugs, she always looks strangely smug when she’s right, but today seems to be an exception. The genie notices your eyes on her, and her self-satisfied smirk returns “Don’t look so worried, human. Confidence is key.”

You think that this is Aliyah’s roundabout way of telling you she believes you’ll do great.

As soon as you ask Nathan to wake you up it’s like a flip is switched, he takes the task as gracefully as he can, with a seriousness that dies almost as soon as it appears. Nathan is blind to your very human emotions, he automatically assumes you’re nervous about your appointment and tries to get your mind off it as best as he can for the rest of the day.

Nathan wakes you up like the two of you are going to a party, with a misplaced cheer that is strangely endearing given the situation.

“Morning, morning!” he beams—albeit a little forcedly—, yawns a couple times, tugs on your hand until you’re sitting up “It’s so… fucking early! What a joy!”

You remind Eden of your need to wake up early the day prior, she makes a note of it and dutifully shakes you awake the next day. Eden stares at you for a few seconds, puffy-eyed and shaking the haze of the morning, then she chuckles.

“Coffee/Tea/Juice?”

She asks like she remembered to buy/brew it, but you find out she didn’t quickly enough when Eden abandons the house to get it fresh for you. It’s an unspoken offer for you to shower and dress, one which you take, and by the time she’s back, you’re ready to go.

#trying new styles #im still finding my vibe here #i studied english not web design🤲🏻 #the deal #the deal if #the deal act 1 #inferno #ask #dante #lilith #josh #villanelle #victor #aliyah #nathan #eden #ros #scenario

[neptunevasilias]

Why you should vote for Seamonkeys

(The poll in question)

First of all

Second of all

They actually genuinely have one of the most interesting dynamics, or at least my favorite. I'll be talking about things from the books here

Sun has taken off without his team to go to another kingdom not once, but twice (the first time was when he left early to go to the Vytal festival)

The other members of the team, Sage and Scarlet, are rightfully angry at him after the second time and try to separate themselves from him, but Neptune does NOT. This is even remarked upon a few times by other narrating characters such as Velvet.

It’s implied he is angry, though, he’s just not saying it because he wants to be around Sun again

Between the fact that he hides his "nerdier" interests, the whole thing with not being able to dance, and most importantly the fact that he avoids his semblance and is even afraid of it, it is easy to say that he is someone who has troubles expressing himself, to say the least

Therefore, his refusal to be outwardly angry at Sun to "keep things normal" could be seen as part of his problem expressing himself

In the flashback near the start of the book about the glowing golden tree, Sun is shown wanting him and his cousin to be able to find a place to stay, and then he sees the tree and thinks that it would be the perfect place to make a home. The memory of that tree is what he thinks of to center himself every time he uses his semblance. Therefore, Sun deep down wants to be able to find a place to call home. The fact that he's always moving from place to place means the he, also, is avoiding his real self. They're twinning ^_^

Then there’s this

This random, oddly cinematic shot that lasts like five seconds, that uses probably the most important bit of imagery in rwby(the sun and moon), which specifically has a romantic context in the show(bumbleby, ozpin and salem, and arkos). I wonder what that could mean.

Other things:

There's just like..... some kinda poetic things that happened in general. Like Sun leaving both times on a boat, which means Neptune wouldn't have been able to go with him even if he'd had the chance to.

Sun had black(/gray?) eyes in volumes 1-3, matching Blake, but from volume 4 onward he has blue eyes, which match Neptune. Neptune's goggles are yellow, matching Sun. And just like yellow and purple are opposites on a red/yellow/blue color wheel, yellow and blue are opposites on a red/green/blue color wheel.

Neptune's introduction includes Sun taking a long look at him from the legs up, after which he basically admits Neptune is good-looking (so he checked Neptune out)

Tbh, if Neptune was a girl it'd be pretty obvious the show was going in the direction of seamonkeys. It's that trope where the girl waits for the lead guy to stop chasing after the girl that isn't right for him and they get together at the end.

Look at how Neptune smiled when Sun said "it was never about that, brainiac"

Please just consider what volumes 4 and 5 would have been like from Neptune's perspective. Please.

Lastly, there's just the fact that like half their bits in rwby chibi have to do with making fun of how gay they act, and/or neptune specifically(things like him liking musicals, using moisturizing cream, etc)

ALL OF THIS IS TO SAY that Seamonkeys DEFINITELY deserves to win this round. They have at LEAST as much going for them as the other ship in the poll(name omitted to keep this out of their tag), they'll almost definitely be in volume 10, and also they are my special guys. So vote for them if you love me.

#rwby #seamonkeys #sun wukong #neptune vasilias #best rwby ship poll #chris post #☀️ #pleaseplease do it for me do it for them #also this ISN'T a 'seamonkeys will be canon' post i'm not saying that

[utilitycaster]

Just wondering.... why is the Imodna codependency such an issue meanwhile no one had a problem with the codependency between Widobrave?

Hi anon, this is a great question!

I've actually covered this - I don't think their situations are as comparable as many people think! Here's the post about that in case you haven't seen it. And, as the anon in that post points out, Widobrave did get a lot of pushback and hate, actually. It sounds like you might be very new to the fandom, so I want to give some gentle advice: it's worth being careful about assuming a certain form of discourse did not occur. Often, it has. I understand it's difficult to prove a negative (ie, that Widobrave did not receive hate) and it's even more difficult to do so via the Tumblr search, but Caleb and Veth's relationship was frequently criticized, diminished, and treated as not just insistently platonic, but also strictly familial. But back to the original question: I think that Caleb and Veth far more quickly built other relationships and were able to express anger with each other - Veth's outburst towards Caleb in episode 48 is a standout moment that resulted in a greater understanding, and I think I'd feel much more positively towards Imogen and Laudna as a potential romance had Laudna been able to make the same accusation, that Imogen's people did this. Was it a fair accusation from Veth? No! But it eventually cleared the air, whereas Imogen and Laudna keep sweeping everything under the rug, ignoring that the rug is now so lumpy they can barely walk without failing.

Another reason is simple numbers and recency. Widobrave, as of this post, has about 280 fics on ao3. Imodna has 1,085. This increased popularity may indeed lead to increased scrutiny. We're also, as the previous paragraph hints, talking about a ship that is in an ongoing campaign, so you're going to see far more posts talking about it than a ship from a past campaign, simply because it's still unfolding and is the subject of current discussion! Recency bias is a very real thing, and it can be difficult to adjust for, but when making this sort of comparison, it is vital to do so.

I would also be remiss if I did not address the elephant in the room, which is the nature of the fans who ship them. I'm sure this question is intended in earnest good faith, but I'm afraid I've gotten a pretty significant amount of harassment specifically from people who ship Imogen and Laudna together and don't like anyone who points out the flaws in their relationship. I've never received the same from people who shipped Caleb and Veth, despite never really shipping the latter, and indeed, and this is obviously my limited experience, but the people I follow who do ship Widobrave often embrace the flaws and conflict inherent in the ship. There are many Imodna shippers who are wonderful - especially those who do like to explore the flaws and codependency and how it might one day resolve - but, understandably, those few bad actors attempting to ignore the lack of development in the relationship or even worse, advocating for it, have really been very unpleasant to deal with. As a result, it's led me to consider more deeply why I find Imogen and Laudna's relationship uninteresting, romantically, and so that's probably another factor in why I specifically have explored Imogen and Laudna's issues far more than Caleb and Veth's. (For me personally, it's also that I was a lurker for the first year of the Mighty Nein campaign; I was binging Campaign 1 concurrently and didn't finish until July 2018, and didn't make this blog until around New Year's 2019, so I've written comparatively fewer thoughts about early Campaign 2). But getting back to the previous point, I think something people who send hate or baiting questions on anon may not always realize is that it often has the opposite effect as intended; it leads people to defend their opinions, and in doing so often strengthens their convictions as they find more evidence, which leads them to make even more posts!

Anyway, I hope this helps - obviously, this is only my perspective, and I sincerely hope anyone else of whom you ask this question extends the same good faith, honesty, and openness to other perspectives that you are bringing. I do however urge you to at minimum attempt to find some discussion from the era of early Campaign 2 to get a better understanding of how Widobrave was treated, just to ensure better responses to your inquiries. Anyway, welcome to the fandom!

#answered #Anonymous #cr tag

[drylan]

Ryan has trouble communicating with dylan sometimes he’s not used to being open and vulnerable with people he feels like dylan is going to leave him because of this they’re just too “different” at times

"I just wish you would tell me what you really thought sometimes, Ryan." Dylan didn't mean anything cruel or bad by it. For fuck's sake, they were talking about something mundane, the goddamn curtains for their bedroom. But it hit a nerve.

And Ryan stood up from the bed as Dylan put samples of fabric up against the windowsill. Maybe it was immature, maybe it was an overreaction, but Ryan rushed out of their room and out onto their balcony, putting on his headphones and blasting Cult Damage.

He hated that he could feel Dylan's eyes on him as he stomped away. It had been a tense day, just too much for Ryan, and Dylan had picked here and there and asked him about things and yeah maybe Ryan should have answered by part of him just wanted Dylan to decide.

It was a lot, too much, maybe. Dylan was his first real, serious relationship. They had been through so much before even dating and fuck, he was so afraid of messing it up.

There was no wonder why no boyfriend or girlfriend stuck around long. Ryan just wasn't worth it. He weird awkward and difficult and often said the wrong thing and-

And Dylan's there, on the balcony, offering him hot chocolate with a ton of whipped cream. The sun had set, Ryan didn't realize how long he had been out here.

But Dylan sat patiently next to him, not saying a word. Slowly, Ryan paused his music and took his headphones off, taking a sip of the sweet beverage. It made him want to cry.

"This isn't about the stupid fucking curtains, I know that." Dylan said carefully. "You don't...have to say anything, if you don't want to. But, like, you're it for me, man. I know it's early to say, but fuck...I've never felt the way I do about you for anyone else. And I know I never will. Hello, even Schro loves you." He laughed, it made Ryan's chest feel warm to hear that sound, but a sharp guilt accompanied it.

"I'm just...scared." Ryan admitted. "I-I...the things you just said. They're so fucking special and sincere and I can't...be open like that, I just...it's hard, e-expressing myself. Is all. But I...you..."

Dylan leant over and patted Ryan's thigh. "You don't have to speak the same language to make me feel special or to be vulnerable, babe. I know it. I know you. So just...let me know you how you are. Don't force it, don't change because I love you how you are, okay?"

Ryan felt his eyes get damp, but he nodded. "Okay."

Dylan stood up then and kissed his forehead. "Good."

Ryan lifted his hands up, running his hands down Dylan's spine, whispering the words 'I love you, too' with his fingertips.

#nice to meet you queue. i'm ryan ryan. #my stuff #fanfic #ficlet #the quarry #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #drylan #rylan #radioheads